Jonas & Mistress Eve – A Cuckolds Tale | CHAPTER ONE

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.

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