My Mistress - My Wife

                      My Mistress- My Wife Part 4

I had it planned. When Miss Eve gave me time to write, I would log on to Tiffany’s and purchase a suitable engagement ring for my Miss Eve. Then I thought again. I must not do anything without her permission. She whipped my ass harshly for drying myself with a towel, what would she do if I purchased something on the internet. There was no getting around it, I would have to ask her permission. Perhaps a gift might be a good enough explanation.

Lunch was pleasant. Miss Eve allowed me to sit at the table and kept telling me how proud she was of me. That I was a very good boy, who made her very happy. Well, that was my cue.  “Miss Eve,” I stammered nervously, “May I have your permission to buy you a gift on the internet.”  Miss Eve chuckled. Then she responded very softly. “Have I told you how much I love you, my good little boy?”  Well that was encouraging, but it did not answer my question. I looked at her nervously. Once again Miss Eve chuckled.   “Don’t be nervous. Would it help if I told you that my ring size was 7?” That was unexpected. Then she said something shocking.  “ Get dressed and come back down” she said very softly and very lovingly. “We must talk person to person, not as Miss Eve and her little boy.”

I hurried upstairs, dressed quickly and hurried back down. I had no idea where this was going. Did I go too far, too fast? Did I blow it? There was only one way to find out, so I hurried down and knelt at Miss Eve’s feet.

“NO”, she said, not unkindly.  “Sit down. We have to talk. Not as Miss Eve and her little boy, but as Eve Stark and David Goodheart. Do you know what David means? It means beloved by God. You are making me into your God and I love you very much. And you are a good heart, so sweet, so caring, so loving, so generous. Do you know what marrying me will mean?”

I was puzzled, but I was beginning to get a glimmer of what Miss Eve (or Eve Stark) was getting at.

“I can play with my good little boy, but I can only marry David Goodheart. But Miss Eve and my good little boy must be part of the equation. Have you thought how that will play itself out?” I shook my head, no.   “Well I have. I fell in love with you our first night, and have been trying to combine our two aspects so that we can have a total marriage. Let me outline my thoughts, and tell me, my beloved David, if this marriage is something that you will really want. On the one hand, as my husband you will sleep in my bed, literally and figuratively. Yes, my beloved David, I will allow you to fuck me, if not as often as you would like, more often than you probably anticipate. In that sense, I will truly be your wife. On the other hand, I will NEVER allow you to cum without my permission. As a matter of fact, I am going to strengthen the Miss Eve aspect of our relationship, so that you are continually aware, 24/7, that you are my good little boy. There will be times, in public, and sometimes in private, that I will allow you to be David Goodheart, the successful writer, the man of the world. But to counter that, and keep you conscious of your other self, of the good little boy, there will be a price to pay. Not only will you not cum without permission, you will not be allowed to have an erection without permission. Do you understand , my beloved David.”

I was puzzled. “I think I know what you are getting at, Eve, but it is only with the greatest difficulty that I can control my cum. I cannot control my erections, as much as I want to please you.”

“But do you want to please me? Do you want to please me enough that you would allow me to control your erections if you could?”

I didn’t pause for a minute. “I want to please you more than anything. I would do anything physically possible to please you, but controlling my erections is not physically possible.”

Eve laughed. “Nonsense.  There is nothing simpler than allowing me to control your erections if you are willing. I have a present for you. I bought it the day after we met. I would like to give it to you now.” With that she took out what I would learn was called a cb6000.  This was a clear hard plastic tube that fit snugly around my flacid penis, attached with two rings that fit around my balls. Eve unzipped my pants and took out my semi erect cock and balls. She carefully slapped my cock 2 or 3 times, then squeezed my balls, so that my erection subsided, then carefully lubricated my cock and placed the cage on my cock and attached it to my balls. Then she took out a small plastic lock and locked it all in place.

“The lock is custom made, completely plastic, so you can go through security anywhere without embarrassment. But I have the only key. And you will wear this 24/7. Notice that there is a hole at the head so that you can piss. I would suggest that you piss sitting down from now on. Notice that there are slits on the sides for cleanliness when you shower. But most important, notice that the size of the cage will not physically allow you to have an erection. There is no room for the cock to expand. You said that you want to please me more than anything. That you would allow me to control your erections if it was physically possible.  Well, I have shown you that it is possible. The question is, if you are willing to make this sacrifice.”

Wow!! I was stunned. In certain ways this was terrifying. In certain ways this was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. The ultimate loss of control. The ultimate gift of my body to my future wife.

“Yes, Eve. I want to do this for you. I want you to control my most intimate thoughts. I want to be forced to think about you all the time. I want to please you 24 hours a day. With this device, I will constantly be thinking about you, about pleasing you. And I can hope that having this total control over me will be a constant source of pleasure for you.”

“I am pleased. But I will give you a chance to see how you feel about it in real life. We will need four weeks to arrange a proper wedding. We could probably do it in three, except I will be having my period in three weeks. So you will live with this cage on your cock for the next four weeks. Except for 1 or 2 minutes, twice a week, when I remove it to put on some fresh lubrication, it will stay on you 24/7. Unless you ask to have it removed. Until we are married, I will take it off you any time you want. Of course, if I do, the wedding is off. But if you pass this test, we will be married in 4 weeks.

“This may be a harsher test than you anticipate. I have been told that if the male body attempts to have an erection while wearing this device it suffers a painful squeezing. Your pain pleases me, and it will please me to watch you suffer for my pleasure. It is a gift that you give me, and a gift that I will gratefully accept. With that understood, you may go to your office and do some writing. If you want to purchase an engagement ring for me, I will be proud to become your wife, proud to bear the name Eve Goodheart. I love you so much, David, you give me so much, and I delight in you and the gift that you are to me.

“I think it is time for my little boy to come back, so I think you should strip, and worship my feet, before I send you to your office to work on your book.”

What a weekend this was turning out to be. First thing, I went to the Tiffany web site and arranged to purchase a 21/2 carat ring for more than $50,000.  I arranged to have it delivered tomorrow via a bonded messenger service. The service specialized in delivering legal and financial papers overnight. I doubt if they had ever been used to deliver an engagement ring before, but money is money. That being settled, I got down to work. I really did have a publisher’s deadline on my new book. While I was sure a brief delay would not cause serious damage, I had a feeling that my time would be filled with plans for a wedding and a honeymoon, and that I really should try to get ahead of schedule.

I was hard at work when Miss Eve came down. This time she called me Dave.  “Now that you are wearing your cock restraint, I will call you Dave when I want to speak with you, rather than when I want to play games. When I call you Dave, you can speak to me, agree and disagree, etc. You are sitting here naked, wearing only your cock cage. You are aware of Miss Eve, but when I call you Dave, you will be speaking to Eve Stark. Anyway, I am going into the pool, if you want to join me, you are welcome, but you may keep writing if you want.”

“Actually, I do have a publisher’s deadline coming up. So as much as I would love to join you, I will take a rain check if I may.”

“Of course, of course. I would like you to join me for a barbecue around 6:30. You will still be Dave, and we can talk, but I would like your company for dinner.”

So at 6:30 I came out of my office and started a barbecue. Fun food, hot dogs, hamburgers, corn on the cob. I do a mean hamburger. I do a mean steak too, but that will be another time. Anyway, Eve reminded me of something I didn’t think of. “When the delivery comes, I am giving you permission to get dressed. I want you to wear a nice suit. After all,” she chuckled, “if you are going to propose, I want you to be dressed accordingly. But one thing. I have purchased white silk panties for you. When you have to be dressed, from here on in, you will wear your silk panties. No one will know, it will be our secret, but it will be another way that you will be conscious of me and what I mean in your life.”

After the barbecue, I went back to work. I came upstairs about 10:30. Miss Eve greeted me, “Hello little boy.” It was play time again. I lay down on the bed per her instructions.  I was naked. Miss Eve put her knees over my shoulders and her cunt on my lips. “Please me little boy, use your lips and tongue to give me real pleasure.” I thought that I knew this game. I played it before. But this was different. I had that damned cock cage on. I couldn’t get an erection, because the cage was too tight. I felt a continuous pressure on my cock. The pain was great. There was no pleasure. Not for me. But Miss Eve was enjoying herself. I was pleasuring her with my tongue, she was going to have a tremendous cum. And I was in constant pain. As Miss Eve laughed, she asked me if I wanted to remove the cb6000.  She laughed some more. I loved her so, but it was going to be a long month.