My Mistress - My Wife

                        My Mistress – My Wife Part 3

Miss Eve came to my office about two hours later. I was hard at work and my writing was going very well. I didn’t even notice when Miss Eve came in. She eventually cleared her throat, till I noticed. I quickly came out of my seat and knelt at her feet, kissing and licking her shoes, slightly scared that Miss Eve would be upset that I was not immediately at her feet. Miss Eve chuckled, ran her hand through my hair and said that I was good boy.  “I am glad you were writing so intently. That is what I want. Now, as I said, you can come to bed now, or you can continue writing. In any event, I am going to sleep, and I do not want you to have to disturb me. Would my little boy like to urinate before I go to sleep?”

I hadn’t thought about it, but it was a very good idea. I thanked Miss Eve, and said that yes, I would be very grateful to be allowed to urinate. So Miss Eve took me into a small bathroom, off the kitchen and instructed me to sit down, on the porcelain, with my legs apart.  She spoke in her soft, kindergarten teacher voice.  “Men urinate standing up. Little boys like you urinate sitting down. Except if they are on the road, and have to urinate outdoors, like before. Then they squat like I showed you before. Now you may urinate.” So with Miss Eve watching intently, I pissed.   “Very good, little boy,” said Miss Eve when I was finished. Then she took the palm of her hand and rubbed it all over the head of my cock, and gathered the pee drops. She then had me clean her hand with my tongue.  “Lick my hand clean. I want you to learn the taste of urine. You will learn to distinguish the taste of your urine from the taste of my sweet urine. You will learn to consider drinking MY urine a great pleasure and reward.” And so I licked her palm clean of my urine, and I did not enjoy it. But I would do anything to make Miss Eve happy.

I followed Miss Eve to bed. Miss Eve slept alone on the king sized bed. She was so small, you might have to send a search party to find her on the big bed. But I was not allowed to share it with her. I would sleep on the mattress that I had prepared earlier.

I slept very well, still recovering from that wonderful, draining orgasm Miss Eve gave me. As I was beginning to stir, Miss Eve called to me, “Little Boy, I need you.” I woke up immediately and started to kiss Miss Eve’s toes.  Miss Eve had me help her on with her slippers, and off with her nightgown. Again, I was allowed to gaze upon the unadorned beauty of Miss Eve, slim waist, perfect hips, shapely breasts. She turned and I was able to see her perfectly formed ass as I followed her into the bathroom. I quickly placed my hands on the seat palm up, to create a living throne for Miss Eve to sit on, as she pissed. This time, as she was not wearing her nightgown, I could see her as she relieved herself. “Look up, at my face, not at my labial lips, you bad little boy. You will not look below my face without permission.” She slapped my face, hard, once, twice, three times.

Then she finished and she gave me further orders.  “Now, you may look, little boy, as I want you to clean my lower lips with your tongue. Lick up my urine and tell me how you enjoy the taste.” Well, I knew this was coming and I was looking forward to it as well. How would I react to the taste of Miss Eve’s urine. Perhaps because I knew how much I knew Miss Eve wanted this, I found the taste fascinating. Licking the urine from her lower lips was an exciting experience and I found myself growing hard. As I tried to continue the licking, trying to move from cleaning to stimulation, Miss Eve rose and said that I was going too far.  “I determine when I want you to stimulate me sexually, not you. But since you seem to enjoy the taste of my urine so much, I will allow you to drink some more”.  With that she moved behind me and pushed my head into the bowl. I had no choice but to drink. I lapped up her urine from the toilet bowl.

“So, is my little boy learning to love the taste of my urine?” Yes Mistress, the taste of your urine is intoxicating, it is addictive, it is better for me than the most expensive wines.” Miss Eve replied that was good as she planned to allow me to drink it frequently.

Then Miss Eve had me prepare her bath with special oils and bubbles. My tub was built specially for me, as I am big and don’t fit comfortably in a smaller tub, but I had the feeling that I would never be allowed to use this tub again, now that it was being used by Miss Eve. Oh, well, perhaps Miss Eve will allow me to install a large tub in another bathroom. Anyway, Miss Eve helped show me the proper temperature and the amount oil and bubble bath to add. When it was filled, I helped her in and waited for her next command.

Meanwhile, I had not taken my morning piss and I was very conscious of the fullness of my bladder that demanded relief. Miss Eve luxuriated in the tub, splashing like a little girl. Finally, she told me to prepare a large fluffy towel and help her out. I dried her most carefully, conscious of the ache in my bladder. Finally I asked Miss Eve if her little boy may be allowed to urinate. Miss Eve asked how badly I needed to go. By this time I was quite desperate, and said so. Miss Eve responded that it was not convenient for her to accompany me, but if I had to go, I should run as fast as I could to the lake. The lake was about 100 yards from the house.  “I want you to find a fresh bar of soap. You are to run to the lake as fast as you can. The exercise will do you good. You will go knee deep into the lake, turn sideways to me and then, while I am watching, you will urinate, directing your stream as far as you can. Then you will dive into the lake, soap yourself, and rinse. I want my little boy to be clean. I will be watching to make sure you do a good job. When you are finished you will hurry back to me.”

I grabbed a bar of soap and set a personal best in the dash to the lake. I was naked of course and desperately wanted to piss, but also anxious to please Miss Eve in every way that I could. As I reached the proper spot in the lake, I noticed Miss Eve watching from the bedroom window. I urinated, sending my stream out into the lake, which I now noticed was ice cold in the morning.   When I finished pissing, I took three quick steps deeper into the lake and dived in to the freezing water. I quickly soaped myself all over, paying special attention to my cock, balls and ass. I was sure that Miss Eve would pay particular attention to those parts. I then walked out of the pool and walked back to the house. I shook myself like a wet dog, to get some of the cold water off. When I got back to the house, I took a kitchen towel to dry off. That was a mistake.

Miss Eve was still naked when I entered the bedroom.  “Bad boy, you did not hurry back as I commanded, and I did NOT give you permission to towel dry. What are your two rules, little boy?”  I was in serious trouble.   “I will follow Miss Eve’s orders and I will not do anything without permission.”    Miss Eve used her most gentle voice.  “What shall I do with you, little boy?”   “Please, Miss Eve, I beg you to punish me, as I deserve.”             “And what type of punishment do you deserve?  , a mild gentle punishment, a medium punishment?”   Well, I knew what answer she wanted.   “Miss Eve, your little boy deserves a harsh, severe punishment for breaking your two rules. Please punish me, I beg you to punish me harshly, so that I will remember your rules and please you better.”  Miss Eve smiled kindly, “I will punish you severely, and after I punish you, I will forgive you. But first you will help me get dressed.”  So while I was waiting to hear the verdict, I helped Miss Eve with her stockings, her panties, her skirt, her bra and her blouse. Miss Eve   chose to wear light pink panties and bra that hugged her body.  She then had me lay face down on the bed, strapping me spread eagled. But today it was not for my pleasure but for my pain.

“You have earned twenty five strokes with the cane. Because this is your first experience with the cane, I will limit my strokes to your buttocks. Nevertheless, you will feel great pain, as you should. You will beg me to punish you, you will count the stroke, you will thank me for punishing you, you will beg me for another stroke. Do you understand, little boy?”

“Yes Miss Eve. Your little boy begs to be punished with twenty five strokes of the cane on the buttocks. I beg Miss Eve to begin my punishment.”

Thus began the most painful 15 minutes of my life. First Miss Eve inserted a small ball gag in my mouth. This was not to prevent my screaming, it was to prevent me from biting off my tongue. I could talk with the gag, and I begged Miss Eve to begin. The first stroke was a shock. Hard across my ass. It was like a bolt of lightning.   “One, thank you Miss Eve, may your naughty boy beg for another stroke.” She paused to let the full pain of the first stroke sink in before I felt  “Two, thank you Miss Eve, may your naughty boy beg for another stroke.” By the fifth stroke I was in tears, by the 10th my nose was running. By 15 I was shaking uncontrollably. It is a good thing that Miss Eve did not give me a safe word, because I would have used it. The only way I could get her to stop was to ask her to go home and then I would never see her again. But she did slow her pace, allowing me time to recuperate and recover, to recite my mantra. By the 20th stroke I had reached a place that I had never been, where the pain ceased to matter, where all that mattered was pleasing Miss Eve. Finally, Miss Eve reached stroke 25, harder than anything I had yet received and deliberately crossing many previous strokes. After I recited my mantra, Miss Eve stroked my cheeks, and told me that I was a good little boy and that she was very proud of me for the way I took my punishment.  “You pleased me very much, little boy, she said as she dried my face with a tissue.” She kissed me gently on my cheeks, as she said, “let me show you how much you pleased me.” With that she took off her panties, which were no longer light pink, but dark, as they were soaked with her juices.  “Do you see how much pleasure I received from how you took your punishment? Such devotion must be rewarded.”  She must have cum just from the pleasure of whipping me and seeing my agony. She took off the restraints and allowed me to lie with my head on the bed. She let my ass hang over the bed as any contact would be agony.    “I will allow you to look and see my lower lips as you worship them with your tongue.”

So I saw my wonderful Miss Eve, as I sucked and licked her lips and clit. I saw her arousal. I saw her hand reach over and touch my cock, which despite the pain immediately went rock hard. I did not understand how my cock could become erect while my ass was in such agony. But Miss Eve did.  “Keep sucking, little boy, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.” My cock was filling up with my sperm, Miss Eve was breathing hard and so was I, but Miss Eve could cum any time she wanted, but I could only cum if Miss Eve would allow it. I knew that if I came without permission, the least that I could expect was another whipping like I just received but I thought that Miss Eve would do something even harsher. I begged Miss Eve, “Please Miss Eve, will you permit your little boy to ejaculate for your pleasure. I beg you Miss Eve, I beg for permission to ejaculate.”

“Absolutely not. Your reward is being permitted an erection, being allowed to enjoy my stroking. You are not going to be allowed to ejaculate at this time. Get that thought out of your dirty little mind.” Well, at least I had a clear answer. I concentrated on pleasing Miss Eve with my tongue, and tried to use the pain to keep myself from cuming. Finally Miss Eve climaxed.   “YES, YES, YES LITTLE BOY, good little boy, you pleased your Miss Eve! You were a very good little boy.” She removed her hand from my cock and ran it through my hair, as she kept whispering, “good little boy. Good little boy.” In a way this pleased me more than if Miss Eve had allowed me an orgasm.

Miss Eve then decided that it was time for breakfast. I seated her at the table, and prepared, at her instructions, toast with butter, scrambled eggs and a mimosa, which is champagne and orange juice. This was a suitable beverage for Miss Eve’s breakfast. For myself, Miss Eve had me kneel at her side with a cereal bowl full of cold water. Occasionally she would throw some toast, or some eggs into the bowl. I was to lap the water and eat the remains that she gave me. Occasionally she would rub my well striped ass, and again tell me that I was a good boy and that I pleased her. Then she announced that she had a special reward for me. She instructed me to get her a large glass, held it to her beautiful pussy and pissed. I was wondering why she hadn’t replaced the cum soaked pink panties.  “First lick my lips clean, then you may beg permission to drink my urine.”  Well, licking her lips, I had done before. Then I begged Miss Eve to honor me by allowing me to drink her urine, the tasty nectar of her body, finer than any champagne. When granted permission, I drank it slowly but eagerly, savoring the taste. Whatever Miss Eve wanted I would do. Miss Eve was pleased and once again kissed my cheeks and told me that I was a good little boy.

Miss Eve then gave me an order that puzzled me. She told me to get a shovel and, pointing to a spot near the lake, dig a hole a foot long and wide and two feet deep. I had no idea what this was about, but I followed her orders, and returned to find Miss Eve waiting for me with a large enema bag, filled with two quarts of warm soapy water. “You have not moved your bowels since you have been here. It is not healthy for a little boy to not move his bowels. Kneel down, and raise those cute buttocks for me. Hold the cheeks apart, you don’t want your Miss Eve to have to do that, do you? Here is some lubricant,” she said, placing a tube of KY jell in one of my hands, I suggest you use it generously.”  She gave me a minute to do so, and then she inserted the enema tube.

Slowly she began to empty the tube into my bowels. Never having had an enema before, I quickly felt full, but that did not stop Miss Eve. She kept squeezing the enema bag, releasing more and more liquid into my bowels. I could see my stomach swell. I had to shit. I could not take any more. Finally, the bag was empty, and I started to beg Miss Eve for permission to move my bowels, to release all the water that was filling me. 

“Are you in pain, little boy?” Miss Eve asked. Well, I was in great pain, and I said so. “But don’t you know that my little boy’s pain gives me great pleasure? Surely my little boy wants to please his Miss Eve?”  With that, Miss Eve, leaving the enema tube in my ass, sat down and started to use her fingers to play with her pussy. Then she said that perhaps my tongue might be able to please her. I begged for permission to please her with my tongue. I tried to bring Miss Eve to a rapid climax, but Miss Eve would have none of that.   “Slowly, little boy, slowly, concentrate on my lips for the time being. I will let you know when I want you to do anything else.” And so, while my body was desperate to shit, to release the enema that so painfully filled me, I was instructed to bring Miss Eve to a slow and lengthy orgasm, licking her lips, slowly, skillfully, worshipfully. Finally, Miss Eve allowed me to penetrate her pussy with my tongue. To tongue fuck her, again slowly, I was to mix that with continued worship of her lips at her instructions.

At last I could sense the growing excitement in Miss Eve.  “Just touch my clit gently” she panted. “That’s it, now back to the lips, now your tongue inside me, a little faster now, now my clit a little harder.” Miss Eve continued to direct me step by step. Finally she had me sucking her clit inside my mouth and licking it hard with my tongue.  “OH, YES, OH YES, GOOD BOY, GOOD LITTLE BOY!! You are a good little boy,  that was just perfect. That pleased me very much. Let me rest for a minute or two and I will reward you by allowing you to move your bowels.”

Miss  Eve rested from her cum for two minutes, while my agony continued. At last Miss Eve detached the hose from the bag and grabbed me by my cock.  “You have given this to me, haven’t you?”   “Of course, Miss Eve.” Miss Eve pulled me by my cock and directed me to the hole I had dug, outside near the lake.   “Kneel down, with your ass over the hole. Position your buttocks very carefully because you will lick up whatever does not end up in the hole.”  Oh my, that was bad. I very carefully knelt at the edge of the hole, carefully placing my ass about 6 inches below the lip of the hole. Once again, I begged Miss Eve for permission to move my bowels. Finally, she removed the hole from her ass, and gave me the order to release my bowels. What a relief. The shit and the water flowed quickly. I expelled the shit with great relief.  It took a while, but finally at long last, I finished.  Miss Eve had me cover the hole with the dirt I dug up originally. After all, the shit would decompose naturally.  Miss Eve again sent me to the lake to clean up. This time, in the cold water, I had to clean my ass with my own hands. Miss Eve encouraged me.  “If your buttocks and anus are truly clean I will reward you. If not, you will be punished MOST severely. So in the ice cold lake water, I rubbed my asshole and buttcheeks, time and time again. Finally, I felt convinced that they were clean. I walked out and again knelt at Miss Eve’s feet.   “Let’s see if they are truly clean. Use your fingers and penetrate your anus. In and out, Five times, Now, lick your fingers clean.”  I did so without hesitation, and thank God, I had done a good job. My ass, and my fingers, were clean.

“I promised you a reward and you shall have one” Miss Eve said as she pulled me by my cock up to the bedroom. Once again she fastened me spread eagle, face up on the bed. Then she blindfolded me. I felt her kneel over my face, and smelled her wonderful odor as she lowered her cunt over my mouth. I felt her reach with delicate fingers and hands as she stroked my cock. So far, the usual. But then, I felt something different, something I never expected. I felt her lips on my cock. She was going to give me a blow job.

Oh My God!! I felt her lips moving delicately down my shaft. I felt her tongue playing gently with my cock I felt the gentle suction as she bobbed on my cock. Then she suddenly stopped.   

“Don’t you dare ejaculate without my permission. And I suggest that you continue to use your tongue to please me if you wish to have any hope of being allowed to ejaculate.”

So that was the deal. I was to carefully bring Miss Eve to climax, and if I pleased her, Miss Eve might allow me to climax. But meanwhile Miss Eve was giving me the best blow job I have ever had. Slowly, lovingly, she bobbed up and down on my rock hard cock. Her tongue played with my shaft, with the head. Her lips, locked around my cock and sucked eagerly. Lovingly. Miss Eve was going to drive me crazy, she was going to take me to the edge, stop, and start again. She stopped briefly and moaned,   “Your cock tastes sooo good. You are delicious.” Then she started again. I was concentrating on Miss Eve. Working her cunt lips, slowly licking them, tasting them. Again, very slowly, he began to insert his tongue in her cunt. Very carefully stimulating her. Meanwhile, Miss Eve, continued to use all her vast skills to give me the blow job of a lifetime, pausing every few minutes to whisper in my ear, “Your cock is so delicious , I love the taste of your cock.”  Then she went back to work on my cock.

I went back to work on Miss Eve’s cunt, moving on to her clit. I could taste her juices, I could hear her breathing speed up. I was dying to cum, her lips, her tongue  were bobbing up and down, from top of the shaft to the bottom. This was as close to heaven as I could be while still breathing.

Out of desperation, I put more pressure on her clit. I sucked it into my mouth, sucked it and licked it with my tongue. I sucked her juices, tasting her as she grew closer and closer to her release. Finally, she came, loud and wet. Then she yelled, “CUM, LITTLE BOY, CUM LITTLE BOY, CUM LITTLE BOY!!!”

I exploded. She greedily continued sucking, sucking me dry, sucking every drop of sperm from my balls. I never had such an explosion.  I never had such a cum. My Miss Eve, sucking me dry, draining my balls.  Words cannot describe how good Miss Eve made me feel. It was more than the most skillful blowjob. It was Miss Eve giving me this blow job, It was Miss Eve telling me how much she loved the taste of my cock, It was Miss Eve telling me how much pleasure I gave her, how much she enjoyed my tongue.

This was some women. I wanted, no I needed to spend my life with the woman. I would have to marry her. I hope and pray that she would have me.