Author: Anna

CHAPTER ONE – Meeting Eve

My name is Jonas!   I was in a cuckolding relationship and want to share my story with you.  It began almost ten years ago when I was in my early thirties. Having a successful career in banking and a fiancee whom I intended to marry, everything seemed to be going along swimmingly.  Deposit on a house, owned my own prestige car, plans to have 2.4 kids. You know the story! A safe and secure existence.

Then she came along.  Even now, four years since our relationship collapsed I find it difficult to use her name.  Let’s just call her Eve!

Eve came into my bank one afternoon looking for a loan and was referred to me because of the ‘unusual nature’.  Ushered into my office by my secretary she sat on my leather banker’s lounge in front of my executive desk. I dismissed my secretary and she left the office.

Now let me tell you about Eve.  She was an Amazon standing 5 feet 11 inches tall with blonde hair that was parted on the side and fell to shoulder length.  Her eyes were a grey blue that pierced your sold – it was like she could see right through you when she looked at you. Her pouted lips had bright red lipstick applied which stood out more because of the white foundation applied.  Her nose was straight and perfect.

She was wearing a leather corset that accentuated her hourglass figure and size 36DD breasts.  The top of the corset had two straps that attached to an O’Collar neck and she was wearing leather gloves that came up to her elbows.  The pale skin on her bare shoulders and upper arms showed that she was muscular without being overly so. The skin tight shiny black pvc pants she wore left little to the imagination.

The sight of her took my breath away.  Generally I am not a nervous type but seeing this beauty had me feeling like a school boy in front of the head mistress.  I stammered, “Hello Mrs Eve. My name is Jonas and I am the bank manager here. The loans department informed me that you have come for a loan but that it does not fit into their categories of eligibility.  May I ask you the purpose you wish to make your loan application?”

She paused, looking right at me for what seemed like minutes but was actually only seconds.  It was like she was scrutinizing me, finding my measure and it felt like I had just been found wanting.

She said, “Certainly!  You may call me Mistress Eve, Jonas.  I need a load to make a dungeon.”

I recall that I was taking a sip of my coffee when she answered me and the shock of it made me splutter and some of the hot liquid spurted and landed on my shirt and table.  I flushed red with embarrassment.

She said, “Look what you have gone and done now Jonas. You wife is not going to be at all pleased with you.  If you were my husband let me assure you that this would not be tolerated at all.”

Instead of putting her in back in her place, instead I blurted out, “I’m not married.”

She said, “Is it any wonder?  You cannot even drink a coffee without spilling it on yourself.  Surely you must see that you need someone like me to take care of you as it appears that you are having difficulty doing so yourself.’

I blushed, got angry, was embarrassed and weirdly turned on by this scenario that was playing out in the place in my life where I supposedly had the most power

I said, ‘Eve, it is irrelevant to you how I live.  You have come to me for a loan. A loan that is quite different from anything I have ever been approached for before.  To be quite honest I believe it is impossible as it would go against our moral guidelines.’

Eve said, “Jonas!  I am aware of the banks moral guidelines.  It covers adult shops, sale of pornography, brothels, prostitution, pedaphilia, beastiality and non-consentual sex.    Nowhere does it mention a Mistress wishing to upgrade her dungeon.’

I said, “Isn’t being a mistress the same as being a prostitute?’

She looked at me with those piercing blue/grey eyes.  The look on her face made me want to hide underneath the table.  It actually brought fear into my soul. She continued to look at me and eventually spoke to me, in a slow measured voice, one that was like that of a parent chastising a child and said, ‘Jonas, it is obvious that you have lived in a bubble.  Ha, lived, I should say existed and you know little if anything about the real world and what is in it. Your idea of excitement would be to watch an action movie or go to a theme park – but be too scared to go on the roller coaster. Who are you to firstly make a statement of something that you know nothing about?  Comparing being a mistress to a prostitute is like comparing a collapsible tent to the foundation of a house. There is nothing wrong with being a prostitute. But a mistress is not a prostitute.’

I apologetically said, “I’m sorry Eve’.

She said, ‘You can call me mistress!  Jonas your apology is not accepted and I would appreciate it that when you talk to me you only talk about things that you actually know about or things pertinent to this loan application.  I will explain to you that a mistress does not have sex for money. A mistress accepts gifts from clients that she looks after. A mistress takes control of her clients and does what she feels is best for them, that will give them a better and higher quality life.  She allows them to relinquish control and thereby giving the freedom to live their wildest desires. A mistress will choose whom she will have sex with and when. The sex will be to please the mistress and often she will never have sex with a client. Do you understand Jonas?’

As she said this last sentence she got up from the lounge and moved over to my side of the table and sat on the corner facing me, towering over me.  Her presence was electric and overpowering.  I could not help but feel an insatiable lust and wanted to take her here and now on my desk.  These erotic thought circled my brain and my cock stood to attention and began to throb.

I answered, ‘I understand Miss Eve.”

She said, “Call me mistress Jonah.  I can see down there that you have become aroused by my closeness to you.  Let it be known that nothing is going to happen down there until all this banking business if finalized.  Do you understand me Jonas?”

I said, “Yes mistress.”

She said, “Now about that loan.  If you can get your secretary to get all my details, I will be on my way. I expect it to be approved and the funds available by the end of the week.  As a bank manager you are allowed to approve a loan up to a million dollars in house and the amount will be well under that. You do not have to concern yourself about the amount or repayments – everything will be in order.  It always is with me.”

I called my secretary in and gave her instructions and she and Miss Eve left the room. Watching her rounded ass in those tight shiny pvc pants as she sashayed out of the room had my cock standing to erection again.  The lust I felt made me feel really alive for the very first time.

Everything went to her plan, the loan was approved and funds transferred at the end of that week.  I did not see her again for four weeks. Patiently I waited, hoping she would come in to thank me, to see me, to speak to me, to be with me, but she never did.  Each day passed I became more depressed, I could do nothing but think of her and the comments she made about ‘down there’. Trying to have sex with my fiancee now became a joke at best – if I could get it up I would blow in seconds – she began to ask me why.  What was I to say?

Everyday I would go to the toilet at home and at work and fap away thinking of Mistress Eve.  It was the only joy that I could derive in life. My concentration at work began to fail, I was making mistakes.  Everybody around me was concerned for my well-being as I was not functioning the way I had before – something was missing.

At the end of the fourth week I had made up my mind.  It was imperative that I meet with Mistress Eve, Her address was on the loan application as was her telephone number.  Should I ring or just turn up. I could make out that I was just checking up on the renovations and had some additional paperwork for the loan.  Going to my computer and opening her account I could see that everything was in order. She had made her weekly loan repayments and the paperwork was in order.  My decision was made – I would visit her after work and with a superfluous document I will say required her signature. That was it – the plan was hatched for me to see her again.

Ringing my fiancee to let her know I would not be able to meet up with her that evening because ‘something had come up’ proved to be a difficult conversation.  Nothing ever ‘came up’ in our relationship we led a measured and what I now know to have been a boring existence. I could come up with no excuse except that it was an important meeting I had to attend to.

As I left the bank I opened the uber app and requested a pick-up.  Within minutes I was in a car headed to the home of Mistress Eve and thought to myself ‘what the hell are you doing?’.  You have only met this person once in your office and you are now going there unannounced to her home of an evening. Second thoughts were entering my mind.

The car stopped and the uber driver said, “Your destination sir.”

I got out of the car and my mouth dropped.  The address was an old church that had been converted to a house.  It was surrounded by large trees on both sides and the rear. The front fence was metal picket with ornate patterns.  There were two concrete pillars on either side of the entry gate that stood about 8 feet tall. There was a intercom and camera on one of the concrete pillars and I pressed the intercom buzzer.

The church was gothic in design and substantial. The bell tower and spire reached skywood and I could not help but take in the solid double timber doors that allowed entry into the building.  These doors had stained glass windows on either side and above and I could see a gentle light trickling through.

The intercom crackled to life and I heard Mistress Eve’s voice say, “Yes, who is it?”

I said, “Mistress Eve, it’s Jonas from the Bank.  I have a document you must sign.”

There was a pause and after a minute or so she said, ‘Can it not wait until Monday?  I can come into the bank then.’

Gaining courage I said, ‘It is quite important.’

She said, “Alright then, come in.’

The gate then buzzed releasing the electronic lock and I walked towards the front doors.  A sweet pungent unmistakable smell of jasmine came from the garden. As I walked up the five steps to the doors I again heard a buzzing sound of the electronic locks from the front door disengaging it.  Another surveillance camera was directed to this entry vestibule. My courage was waning but I continued on. As the doors opened I was greeted with the huge open plan of the living area of the church. Towards the rear of the church a second level had been built that I assumed would hold the bedrooms.  Underneath this was a huge galley kitchen with concrete bench tops, breakfast bar and lots of stainless steel appliances. Mistress Eve sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar and I walked towards her across the vast expanse of the open living area. It must be a similar feeling to a dead man walking as she seemed to look at me with feigned interest.  It made me feel small and insignificant.

Finally, I stood before her.  She said nothing, she did not offer me a chair or a drink.  Just sat there looking at me and it seemed like she had a glint of amusement in her eye.  Like when a cat is playing with a mouse. I said, ‘Mistress Eve, there is a document that my secretary failed to get you to sign.  Sorry for the intrusion but the loan was, may I say, a little unusual, and I do not want this getting back to head office for obvious reasons.’

She continued to look at me.

I said, ‘So if I just get you to sign the document here!”

She continued to look at me, without moving.  Finally she said, “Jonas, you and I both know that there is no document that needs signing.  Everything is in order as it always is. You have realised that your pathetic life is meaningless and have come here in the hope that perhaps I can bring meaning into your life.  That you will find a real purpose and to experience more or at least something.’

I broke in, “I assure you….”

She spoke sternly, ‘Jonas do not speak whilst I am.  You will listen to what I have to say without interruption.  After I have finished if I wish it you can respond. If I do not you won’t.  Do you understand Jonas?”

I said, “Yes Mistress Eve’.

She said, ‘Okay then.  I knew you would come. It was unclear when but I could see your life was meaningless and you sought direction.  Up until now I have been thinking if I should help your pathetic existence or not but as you did get me the loan I figured why not – it should be a challenge.  I want you to become my cuckold. My previous one I disposed of a few months ago and I am desirous of having my cuckold look after me. Do you know what a cuckold is Jonas?”:

I said, “No, not really.”

She said, “I am not going to go in details now as I have a client waiting for me in the dungeon right now as we speak.’

Feelings of jealousy and anger went through me knowing there was another in the church with us now.

She laughed, “Your face is easy to read.  What did you think that I had been waiting for you and only you.  You are pathetic!”

I said, “How can you say…”

She said even more sternly, “ENOUGH!!  Did I already not tell you to speak only when asked to?  You are not giving me confidence in your insubordinate start.  Anyway continuing on, in short a cuckold is a man that serves his mistress.  His mistress will control him and choose if and when he is allowed to have sex or in fact even please himself.  Do you want me to be your mistress and you be my cuckold?”

Without thinking of the repercussions I immediately said, “Yes, mistress.”

She said, ‘Good, so listen carefully as I am only going to say this once.  A cuckolds life is not always easy so in order to make sure that we can make this relationship work we need you to undertake some cuckolding training.  If you complete your training successfully we will enter into a mistress and cuckold contract. This contract will protect you and I in this relationship. In the meantime you should prepare to get all your affairs in order as after we enter into the contract you will have to move in here with me.  Your old life will be no more. Do you understand this?”

The impact of what she said hit me.  My life would be totally different and eagerly I embraced it.  I said, “Yes I understand.”

She said, “Leave now then.  I will contact you sometime next week by phone at the bank and tell you when your cuckolding training will commence.”

I said, “Of course mistress” and left.

CHAPTER TWO – RELEASING THE OLD

Jonas went directly home from Mistress Eve’s gothic style home silently after being picked up by an Uber ride.  The drive home took about 30 minutes and he thought long and hard on each of them as to what had just occurred. The ramifications as to the changes in his life being a cuckolded man would be.  In short, he knew that his life was going to be turned upside down – starting with right now arriving home.

It was a little past 9.30pm when the car pulled up outside the house my fiancée Grace and I had shared for the last three years.  We really should have been married by now but something always ‘came up’ and we always were going to do it ‘after’ something or another.  As I exited the car I saw her standing on the veranda with a very worried look on her face. This was the first time since we had been living together that I had gone somewhere alone at night.

Let me tell you a little about Grace.  We had been living together for the past three years ‘waiting’ to get married.  I met her whilst we were in university where she was majoring in accounting whilst I was completing my honors degree in banking and finance.  She was 21 and I was 24. She was and is an absolute knock-out coming from a Persian background her skin was the color of caramel with straight, long dark hair that fell to the small of her back.

She was the object of desire of many of the students and lecturers alike.  You would just fall into those deep dark oval eyes that always had an inquisitive look about them.  It surprised me that she even knew I existed as I was not the Alpha male type, more the nerdy man with glasses that was always shuffling papers.  I almost died the day she asked me for out for a coffee and until the last month felt blessed every day that she was in my life.

Her shoulders were in perfect symmetry to her body, her breast small but perky, a slim athletic figure were features of envy for many women.  She had full and beautifully formed lips, an exotic nose and her teeth were perfect and white. But for all her style and beauty she was not ‘into herself’ in any way and had always been a caring and thoughtful partner.  She was the total opposite of Mistress Eve!

As I walked up the garden path Grace said, “What happened?  Where have you been?”

I looked up at her and said, “I told you on the phone I had to go to a meeting.”

She said, “I rang the bank and talked to Steve there.  He said you just disappeared straight after work. Nobody there had any idea where you were and it had nothing to do with work.”

I said angrily, “Why did you ring the bank?  Don’t you trust me? Why are you checking up on me?”

She said in a concerned voice, “Jonas, it’s not like that.  I am worried about you. You have not been the same person this last month.  And then. Now this. Please tell me what is going on.”

I could not look into her deep concerned brown eyes.  Instead, I ran inside saying, “Leave me alone. I need some space.”

As I brushed past her running to and locking myself in the bathroom I sat down on the toilet seat, putting my face in my hands and began to cry.  What sort of a mess had I gotten myself into.

I heard Grace walk slowly to the bathroom door and softly tap on it.

I yelled, “Go away.”

She said, ‘Jonas, I need to ask you something?’

“What?’ I spat out.

She said, ‘Did you mean what you said?’

I said in a more controlled manner, ‘About what?”

She said, “About needing some space.’

I said, “I don’t know.  I can’t think at the moment.  Please just leave me alone.”

I heard her say quietly, “Wrong answer.”

I heard some footsteps and shuffling, whilst I hid in the bathroom and after about five minutes heard the front door close and the unmistakable sound of our Mercedes start up in the driveway and then drove off.

For another ten minutes or so I waited in the bathroom and finally when I opened the door I saw a letter sitting on the floor with my name written on it in Grace’s handwriting.  I walked over to it, opened it and read it.

‘Dear Jonas,

I have been really worried about you this last month.  Your violent mood swings are so out of character. When I suggest seeing someone or asking what is happening you either get angry or sad. You have avoided being intimate with me and rejected any advances I have made except the once. And then it was worse than not having it as ‘YOU’ were not really there and it was over in minutes.

Something is different, and it is obvious that you no longer feel the same way about me that you once did.  Life is too short to live like that. I am leaving you. I am taking the car and staying at my parents house until I find a flat to rent.  We can worry about finances after but for now I would prefer that you do not contact me for at least a couple of weeks so that I too may readjust my outlook on life.

Love Always,

Grace’

Although feeling somewhat sad, I also felt liberated and happy.  It would not be up to me to break up the relationship – I can always say that it was her choice. She need not ever know about Mistress Eve. Really, I should have manned up but I couldn’t.

That weekend I stayed home and it was pretty uneventful.  Although the phone rang incessantly I didn’t pick it up. I just needed to be alone.

When Monday morning came along I was quite excited by the possibility that Mistress Eve would ring with the words she had used echoing in my head.

‘I will contact you sometime next week by phone at the bank’

Monday turned into Tuesday which turned into Wednesday and I was becoming quite distressed and distraught that my personal life was in total limbo.  It was more than just good Grace that noticed something was not quite right with me, I was making many out of character mistakes.

Finally on Thursday morning my receptionist put a call through to my office from Mistress Eve.  I almost jumped through the roof in excitement,  ‘Yes, mistress Eve’, I said.

She said, ‘Jonas, have you been missing me?’

I said, ‘More than you can imagine.  Why did you take so long to call’,  I replied.

‘Jonas’, she said, ‘You are forgetting your place again.  Never question me about what I will or will not do or how I do it.  Do you understand?’

I said, ‘Sorry mistress’.

She said, ‘Now, I want you to listen carefully.  Tomorrow you will take a sick day from the bank and come to my home at 4 pm sharp.  Do not be late!  You will bring with you an overnight bag.  In it you will have a casual change of clothes and clothes you wear for the bank.  You will be staying with me over the weekend and I will allow you to leave for work on Monday morning.  Bring essential toiletries nothing more.  Have you got all that?

‘Yes, mistress Eve,’ was my responce.

She said, ‘Good.  Now, how are you going to break this to your precious (in voice imitating me) ‘I’m not married’ (her regular voice) ‘partner that lives with you at home?’

I said, “How did you know I lived with someone?’

She said, ‘Jonas, I am getting very impatient with your questions but on this occasion I will answer you.  On my first visit to your office I saw many pictures of an exotic looking woman. It was obvious that you were together and many were at the same house so putting 2 and 2 together, means you have a long-term relationship with this woman and you share a common home.’

I said, “I broke up with her.”

“Ha’ she laughed. ‘You broke up with her! You are a spineless creature. Broke up with her!  When did she leave you Jonas?”

I said, ‘Sorry Mistress Eve, I did not mean to deceive you.   She left me on Friday of last week.  After I had met with you.”

There was a long pause, then she said, ‘Where did she go?’

I said, “Mistress Eve she told me she went to her parents house.’

She said, ‘Where do they live Jonas?’

I said, ‘Why?”

She said, “Jonas, for a supposedly smart banker you do not learn quickly do you? You will answer my questions or you will not hear from me again.  All your impertinence is having me doubt whether you will in fact be suitable for the cuckold training that lies ahead.’

I said, “Yes, Mistress Eve, I am sorry’.  With reluctance I provided her with details of Grace and her parents.

Mistress Eve said, ‘Remember 4 pm sharp at my home.  Tomorrow night will be a night you will never forget’.

To be quite honest I cannot recall ever having a sick day – but after the conversation I decided it would be best if I feigned illness and went home.  That way it would throw any suspicions that I was taking a convenient ‘Friday – long weekend sickie’.

It was 2 pm when I finally left the bank and headed  home that Thursday afternoon.  My mind was buzzing with what was to come on Friday.  A night I would never forget.   My enthusiasm with this whole set up was now boiling over and I felt electrified, aroused and alive all at the same time.  In fact I had never felt this thrilled about anything previously in my life.  The clock was ticking and I was a willing participant.

CHAPTER THREE

Friday was a bit of a blur.  It was important that I get everything right.  I showered in the morning and again at midday. Trimmed the excess hair around my pubic region, genitals and chest.  Sprayed more aftershave on than I had in years. My actions reflected those of a teenage boy going on his first date.

Primming and posing in front of my bedroom mirrors I eventually decided on a flattering black pair of trousers and shirt with a chocolate brown jacket.  For the fifteenth time I checked myself in the mirror and my clean shaven face and immaculately gelled hair brought a smile to my face. It was the best that I had looked in years.

I sat on my favorite chair and watched the clock reach 1pm, then 1.30pm, then 2pm – now I know what my mother always had warned me about a watched kettle never boils.  Finally 3.30pm arrived and my uber arrived with the destination already logged. Absently I said ‘Hi’ to the driver but he saw I was pre-occupied and let me be and we drove to Mistress Eve’s castle in silence. Arriving there at 3.55pm, I certainly did not want to be late I once again gazed at the old converted church and the ominous gothic features as I continued up the walkway.

Precisely at 3.59pm I pressed the intercom/buzzer at the front door and heard the electronic lock detach as her voice through the intercom said, “Come in Jonas”.  As I walked through the entranceway I saw her standing by the open plan kitchen. Next to her was a bottle of white wine upright in a wine bucket. I could see it was unopened and by the moisture on the outside I could see that it was chilled.

Mistress Eve was stunning.  She was dressed in a stunning evening black dress with a jeweled choker around her neck.  Matching rings dangled from her ears. The hour glass figure I had admired when she was wearing her fetish clothing, the skin tight pvc pants and corset were softened by the silky fabric of the dress.  Her long blonde hair had been neatly rolled into a bun on top of her head and those neon like blue eyes looked straight through me as the day I had first met her.

Mistress Eve said, “Jonas.  I want you to understand that this is one night only.  The one night when you will be able to taste all the exotic and forbidden fruits, to experience the treasures of seduction, to sample me each and every way you want to.  To have me, to control me, to expel every last drop of desire into me until you are spent and satisfied. To understand that you have experienced a once in a lifetime episode of total erotic satisfaction.”

I looked at her in her stunning black dress and said with passion, ‘I understand Mistress Eve. I will be submissive to my dominant mistress.’

She said, ‘Tonight only you may call me Eve.  Now let’s have some of this nice wine and a bite to eat before we start.  Shall we?”’

I said, ‘Of course,” as I entered the kitchen area, taking the wine bottle and opening it, filling the two glasses that were sitting beside it.  I handed one glass to Mistress Eve and saluted her with my wine glass and said, ‘To us.”

Mistress Eve smiled at me, raising her glass and said, “Yes, for tonight only – to us.”

We clinked glasses and over the next few hours we polished off a bottle and a half of wine whilst we nibbled on finger foods that had been prepared in the fridge.  We talked like a normal couple getting to know each other and spoke about politics, religion and a variety of other subjects.

Finally Mistress Eve said to Jonas, ‘Enough of all this small talk.  Did you not want to taste all my exotic charms before we undergo your cuckold training?  Training will start as soon as the clock strikes 12.”

I needed no encouragement, she had become my drug and I could not get enough of her.  Looking at her, smelling her, being with her and she was not just ready to give me the dose that would bring me to heaven – that elusive love drug.  As I walked towards her and placed my hands on her curvy hips she began to sway in a catlike manner, like an untamed beast ready for action.  As I got closer I looked down the folds of her dress opened and I saw the top of her cleavage exposed and I had to resist the urge just to rip the whole dress she was wearing off.  Instead my arms went around her until the found the zip at the rear and I slowly undid it.

As the zip got lower I looked into those piercing blue eyes of her and saw amusement in them as well as a welcoming smile.  My cock had begun to get erect and her gaze slowly went to my bulge as she effortlessly stepped from her dress revealing a black low-cut bustier that pushed forward and upwards her more than ample bosoms.  She was wearing a G-String that had garters that were attached to her knee highs. Her amazonian physique was accentuated by these delicate lingerie pieces.

My inner urges were close to uncontrollable as she turned from me and slowly walked towards the stairs to where the bedroom was.  To say that I was seeing the epitome of sensuality was an understatement as she bent forward more than she really had to removing her knee-highs and garter on the stairs that gave me a view of the outline of her labia lips through her panties.  Slowly, like in a trance I followed her upwards, until without realising i was in her bedroom.

Without thinking I lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist with one arm whilst with the other hand grabbing her strongly and fiercely around her throat.  She gasped for air as the windpipe had restricted the air-flow as I pushed her forcefully towards and then onto the bed. It was obvious that this forcefullnes had ignited her passions. As I lay on top of her, her long sexy legs encircled me around the waist.  My cock was the most erect it had ever been and it began to throb in my black pants.

Slowly the tension was released to her throat and I slid my fingers upwards and grabbed the bun her hair had formed, grasped it and pulled hard.  The bun undid and her hair fell across the bed whilst still in my hand I held some which I then pulled harder. She made an audible gasp at the force but the inviting smile still appeared on her face.  I forcefully pulled her face towards mine and kissed her passionately. My tongue entering her mouth confirming what was about to happen without words. Her arms clung to my back through the shirt and she raked her fingers downwards.

Quickly I got up and removed her panties and saw that her pussy was already wet and her clit was swollen with desire.  Gently I spread her legs whilst bringing my face closer. I could smell her womanhood and as I got closer she spread her legs further without my assistance.  Her lips were slightly parted and I started to lick around the edges, occasionally poking and prodding into her love canal with my tongue.

She was moaning by now and I loved the fact it made her moan and as I inserted my finger into that hot wet hole hearing her miss a breath and then make a pleasurable groan whilst I inserted two and then three fingers.  Continuing to lick her clit and vagina lips as my fingers began to thrust in and out, Eve began to move her body backwards and forwards in sync to accommodate those thrusts whilst grabbing the back of my head, forcing me into her marvelous cunt.

I curled my fingers so that I was rubbing her G-Spot and it drove her crazy.  She bucked and gyrated onto them and I could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter.  Finally she began to moan louder and louder.

“I’m coming’” she yelled and as she yelled this out she began to squirt, over and over again on my fingers.  Her cum sprayed my hands arms and face and I could not get enough of this orgasm driven shower. Finally I felt her body relax and I got up.

I removed my now wet shirt and trousers and the bulge in my underwear could not be hidden.  She looked down at my crotch, smiled and said, “I think you should come over here Jonas.”

As I began to move towards her she quickly removed her bra revealing those amazing 36DD breasts.  Her nipples were erect and I could see lust still in her eyes. She slipped off the bed, without saying a word, kneeling on the floor and with one quick movement had my jocks down around my ankles.  I stepped from them as, stunned at the speed they had been removed looking down at my erect cock standing upright and seeing her mouth only inches away, smiling looking up at me.

Without a word her hands kneaded my thighs and literally centimetres from my balls.  I could feel her hot breath on my cock and it was driving me insane. Slowly but surely her hands slowly crept up towards and onto my cock, her finger just brushing it gently.  It was so intense, my balls were aching but it was a pleasurable pain. Finally, she grabbed hold of my cock hard – but did not move it and then began to dangle her long hair brushing my cock with it driving me insance.

She said, “You like your cock being touched Jonas?”

I said, “More than you can imagine Eve.”

She said, ‘ How would you like my mouth on it. Perhaps sucking it too.”

I said, “Yes please, there is nothing I desire more.’

As she knelt in front of me she spread my legs apart with her hand she grabbed the back of my balls and squeezed tight as she slowly took my whole cock into her mouth.  In one go, no warm up, the whole length of my cock went in her mouth, touched the back of her throat and beyond. I could feel her gag reflex – it was exquisite and I could hear slurping and gagging noises that corresponded to the intense contractions I could feel on the head of my cock, from the back of her throat.

Having never experienced a full on deepthroat experience before the intensity was too much and I began to shoot my load.  I tried to pull out of her mouth but if possible she pushed my cock in further by squeezing my balls and pulling forward. I came and came down her throat and not a drop was spilled.  I yelled out in pleasure and then because the intensity became too much tried to remove my cock. I had cum but she held my cock tightly deep in her throat.

Finally she released me and I collapsed onto her bed.

She said, ‘Jonas.  The time has flown.  It is now after 10pm.  You have another two hours to do with me as you will.  But remember at 12 your cuckold training will start so please make the most of this.  This opportunity will probably never be given to you again’.

I said, “Yes Eve, just give me a few minutes to regroup and recoup.’

CHAPTER 3.5 CONTINUED

CHAPTER FOUR – REVENGE AND HUMILIATION – TBC

Excerpt:  How could she have done this to me?  Here I was stark naked, shackled and humiliated and Mistress Eve has brought my fiancee to see me.  What sort of sick twisted shit was this, that I had gotten myself into.

SCHEDULED JULY 16 OR 20 COMMENTS.  WHICHEVER COMES FIRST

CHAPTER FIVE – A CUCKOLD IN TRAINING

Mistress Eve begins Jonas’s cuckold training in earnest

CHAPTER SIX – THE CONTRACT

Jonas enters into his cuckold contract.

CHAPTER SEVEN – A TASTE OF CHASTITY

Mistress Eve is the keyholder for Jonas’s first male chastity device.

CHAPTER EIGHT – A CAPTIVES CULTURE

Mistress Eve locks up Jonas in a cell and uses time torture on him.

CHAPTER NINE – PUBLIC HUMILIATION

Mistress Eve takes Jonas to a BDSM event where he is publicly humiliated.

CHAPTER TEN – BUGGERY

Mistress Eve has group sex and then dresses Jonas in women’s clothing and pegs him.