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Awakening of the Goddess

By: NTRmaster



*** The Room, Part One ***

Trent stepped into the room as Justine held it open for him. He couldn't help but push past her enormous breasts because they were too big to get around as she stood in the doorway. Both of them enjoyed how his body nudging her tits emphasized their huge size and the firmness with which they stood out.

Other than her breasts, there was nothing else out of proportion on Justine's perfect body. She was five foot six, but her long legs gave her the appearance of being taller. The heels and platforms of the thigh high boots she was wearing made her slightly taller than Trent. However, Trent didn't know she was wearing thigh high boots, as she was wearing a grey overcoat that also hid her stunning curves and strong stomach muscles. What did show for now were her deep blue eyes and wavy, course and pure black hair which fell down to her mid back.

Trent was fit and good looking, with dark brown hair that was short and had a stylish, deliberately uncombed look. He was wearing a simple button up shirt and pants.

"What's this room for?" Trent asked as he entered the room. It was almost pure white, with no windows, and about five yards square, with tall ceilings. There was only one door on one wall. The other walls had a simple white leather bench running alongside them, creating a seat that formed an angular C shape. The white leather bench was deep enough to lie down on. Other than that, the only other thing in the room was a seat in the middle, facing away from the door and looking toward the center of the C formed by the plush white bench. It was obviously designed so that the people who sat on the bench were the audience for what happened in the chair, or the other way round. The only other items Trent could see in the room were in the top two corners where there were small high quality video cameras. They didn't seem to have any indicators to be able to tell if they were on or not. Trent was going to ask about the video cameras, but he decided to start with the chair.

It was no ordinary seat. It had very wide arm rests, that afforded enough room for an extra person to sit in the lap of the person seated. More noticeable than that was the straps, buckles and chains that were attached in various places all over, designed to keep whoever was in the chair from moving. Trent walked up to the chair and flicked one of the straps as if he were examining it. "Wow. This chair is intense."

"Mmm hmm," Justine said as she stepped into the room behind Trent, closing the white door behind her. "It's for you to sit in."

"What?" Trent said, a little surprised. He knew they had come her for something kinky, but he didn't know what, so the details took him off guard. "What is this room for?" Trent asked again.

"It's like a hotel room you can rent out," Justine said as she ran her fingers across Trent's shoulders and stepped in front of him. "Except, it's not for sleeping in," she added with a giggle.

"How did you find this place?" Trent asked. He knew Justine was turned on and was about to do something incredibly sexy, and he was excited for it to happen. However, a natural nervousness about being tied up made him hesitate before getting in the chair. 

"It's not hard to find things like this," Justine purred, "if you know where to look. Now, do you want to ask questions, or do you want to know what I'm all dressed up for?" With that, Justine undid the belt on her overcoat and, with a smooth motion of her shoulder, let it fall to the floor. She was wearing black thigh high boots and black leather gloves that were slick, shiny, and conformed to the contours of her body so perfectly that they looked painted on. There was only one detail that stood out on the perfectly smooth black surface of her gloves which was her wedding ring, which she had placed on the outside of the glove. Contrasted against the black background, it stood out and sparkled for extra attention.

Other than that, the only thing she had on were a pair of skimpy black thong panties. She wore nothing over her massive breasts, as they didn't need any kind of help in being a perfect presentation. They were huge and round, but somehow stood out as if to defy gravity. She stood coyly for Trent to look at her, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. He had never seen her look so made up for the purpose of sex. Right down to her make up, she looked incredible, like something out of a movie.

Trent immediately jumped into the chair, anxious to experience what she had in store for him. He was going to ask other questions, like whether or not the video cameras were on, but the only thing that mattered now was Justine.

"Silly boy," Justine said. "You can't be in the chair with all those clothes on." As she spoke, she bent forward, giving Trent ample view of her deep cleavage, and she casually and gently ran a finger up and down on his jeans, just above his rapidly hardening penis. Trent undressed so fast, he practically ripped his clothes off.

*** Trent's Story ***

It had been awkward, and that's about all they got out of it.

It was supposed to have been a swinger's party, or an orgy, or some kind of wild sexual party of some kind. However, instead of a room full of gorgeous people indulging in wild sex, it was a range of mostly middle aged people with slightly over weight bodies acting as if they were desirable. Some wore fetish wear which just made them look that much more ridiculous, especially the fat men.

There were a few younger people, and a couple of women who were decent looking, but when Justine stepped in the room, there was a noticeable pause as everyone took her in. Whereas the best of the women at the party might be considered "attractive", Justine at a minimum was "stunningly hot". All eyes were upon her, even though she had the most clothes on in the room, in her simple white dress. They all stared just long enough to make her feel incredibly self conscious before people realized they were gawking and tried to go back to whatever else they were doing and pretend they didn't all want to immediately include Justine in their activities.

Trent felt a mix of pride for being with the hottest woman, and also awkwardness because of how the attention was obviously lopsided and singled Justine out in both good and bad ways. Some of the women obviously felt jealous, and a lot of the men wanted Trent to not be there.

It wasn't the case that people were casually fucking and sucking all over the room, like some pornographic representation of a swinger's party. People were drinking wine, and chatting, and caressing each other sexually. However, there was surprisingly little outright sex happening. Later, when Justine and Trent spoke to one of the organizers, he explained that really the idea was to create the possibility of sex, but that most normal men don't spend eight hours being hard continuously, so the heavily edited scenes one might come across in a video simply weren't possible.

Justine and Trent felt awkward and uncomfortable as they tried to make the best of it for about an hour. They chatted to some people, men and bisexual women approached Justine to try and woo her away from Trent, but both Trent and Justine stopped short of actually participating in anything sexual. One man came up and asked them questions about who they were and what their relationship was like, and it seemed almost like an interview. Another woman came over and subtly indicated that she also thought she was above the party, though Trent and Justine didn't think so. She was attractive, though a bit older, and nowhere near in Justine's league.

It was about an hour before they felt they could leave without it being obvious that they were completely disappointed. They did not want to be insulting to the people there, even though they felt it was a pitiful scene.

In the car on the way home, they laughed at various individuals and how ridiculous it all seemed.

Then, in bed at night, the problem resurfaced.

The whole reason they had tried to go and find an orgy or swinger's party to attend was because Justine was unsatisfied. It wasn't that she was interested in group sex in particular, but she felt something was missing. In the years that they had been together, she never climaxed when she had sex with Trent, though sometimes she came close. There was just enough potential in their sex life that they felt they must just be lacking some detail, some small thing that excited Justine.

Trent had no problem getting off with Justine. She was every man's fantasy, and her willingness to do whatever Trent asked left nothing to be desired. The problem was entirely on Justine's side. It wasn't that she wasn't happy with Trent or willing to try anything, it was that she didn't know what she wanted. It had always been that way.

They had met at the end of high school, when Justine transferred in during Trent's last year. She was two years younger than him. All the guys went after her aggressively, and even fights broke out. Somehow, Trent was the one to woo her, mostly by being the most sensitive to her feelings. While most guys postured and posed, trying to impress her with accomplishments, Trent was the one willing to listen and talk, and do small acts of kindness of her. Over time, these things won her over.

Although Trent graduated high school first, he went to college in the same city, so they continued dating without any interruption. Near the last year of college for Trent, Trent proposed, and they stayed engaged until they both graduated. Although Justine was younger, she went to a special college for fashion and design, so her time was shorter than Trent, who got an MBA. In the summer following, they got married and were married for three years.

Trent knew that he had a truly precious woman. She had no equal, and if they broke up, it would be impossible to find a woman who had the same combination of stunning beauty, charming personality, and engaging intelligence. He also had no illusions that it was not quite the same for Justine. She was approached by men constantly, and even the wedding ring on her finger hardly slowed down the regular parade of men, and some women, offering themselves to her.

Although losing Justine was something that Trent kept in mind because he was intelligent and rational enough to see the situation for what it was, he was also so devoted to Justine simply because he genuinely and honestly loved her. That it was hard not to love a woman like her was beside the point. He thanked his lucky stars that everything had lined up so that the woman he would fall for and marry was so amazing.

It wasn't an unbalanced relationship. Even a woman as stunningly beautiful as Justine could become less lovable if she just took Trent for granted and only took out of the relationship. Justine was not that type of woman, though. She loved Trent back, and appreciated that a lot of the men who pursued her just wanted to fuck her and her huge tits, and most of them probably had personalities that she would hate. Trent not only tried to please her like a lot of men might, but she could sense in him his genuine affections. He was sincere in what he did, and that was a rare thing. Justine reciprocated with her feelings too. She genuinely loved Trent, worked to make him happy too, and she would never think of cheating on him. She would always politely turn down the men who hit on her by saying that she was already in love. Nothing made Trent more happy than those occasional times when he would overhear Justine turning down another man's approach by proudly declaring her feelings for him.

With the two of them so devoted to each other, the marriage was almost perfect. Trent worked at a consultancy company that helped with business efficiencies. He worked Monday to Friday with more or less regular hours, with occasional overtime. Justine worked part time at a make up counter at a department store, where she had to tone down her beauty because the management one time told her they thought she was intimidating customers, and too many men who weren't customers would linger around. Justine had to wear a kind of fabric strap around her chest to try and flatten her defiant breasts, and she wore a pant suit that was a little baggy so that her perfect curves were hidden. She also kept her hair up in a bun.

The make up counter job was something she got during college, and she kept it for the extra income, but after college her main goal was to pursue modelling, which was inevitable given her looks. Everyone always asked her if she modeled or was an actress. Strangely, however, although everyone agreed she was stunningly beautiful, it was difficult to get modelling work. Modeling work fell into two different areas. On one end was the high fashion and catalogue work, which Justine was often turned down for. She was too busty, curvaceous, and physically toned for the kind of thin cat walk model body type that dominated that area. She was told more than once that women wanted to see attractive women, but not women that made them feel too inferior or that were too sexual in their image. On the other end of modelling work were the type of photo shoots for men's magazines, and while she was in high demand for that, every job offer she got was always one step away from being asked to go further and do something more extreme. They wanted her to pose naked, they wanted her to get into pornography, they wanted her to fuck someone or give them a blow job on the promise of getting her a break into show business. Justine was resistant to all this kind of work because she didn't want to end up as some kind of whore.

Trent often joked that she was "too beautiful for modeling", and that seemed to be the case. She still got some modeling jobs that suited her, but after a while she accepted that she would be able to do so much and not more unless she was willing to compromise herself. However, with Trent providing a steady and stable home life, she didn't feel a need to make any compromises, and was happy with the situation. She was home often enough that she also took on the role of home maker, often doing the cleaning and helping make dinner for when Trent got home. Sometimes she would work a little late at the make up counter or get a modeling job that would have her out until late or on weekends, and when that happened, Trent happily did whatever housework or prepare whatever meal was necessary. Their life was balanced, and Trent and Justine found plenty of time to be together.

Since they were both young, they chose to live in an apartment close to the center of the city where they could be near the action. They had a medium sized apartment on the third floor of an apartment block in a relatively nice neighborhood. They liked to go out to concerts and clubs together, and often had meals together at nice restaurants.

It was a loving, stable, happy, mutually loving marriage. It was almost perfect. The only element was Justine's dissatisfaction in the bedroom. The hardest problem to solve is not knowing what one wants, and that was Justine's problem. She was no prude, so she was willing to experiment. They tried a little light bondage, some role playing, sex toys, and other things in order to find just what it was that Justine wanted. None of it worked. Justine felt worse about it than Trent did, because she wanted for him to be able to satisfy her, and she knew that if she could just say what it was, he would do it in a heartbeat. Her inability to express it, to know what it was, made her feel like she was letting him down, despite his assurances that he was willing to keep trying to the end of time for them to work out what was wrong.

As the years went on, they broadened their range of what they would try. They went to couple's therapy, twice, and both times the therapist pronounced them the happiest couple they could find and could only suggest to keep an open mind and keep trying.

And so that is how they ended up at the swinger's party. They both knew before they went that they probably weren't too interested in having sex with other people, but they were desperate to try new things to see if maybe something somehow triggered a response in Justine. Maybe watching other people or being watched. Maybe just being in a room with sexual energy. If all else failed, if somehow group sex really was it, then they were going to find out.

However, they had done the experiment and the results were in.

"Was there anything about tonight at the swingers party that you liked?" Trent asked hopefully as they arrived home. "Anything at all that might give us something to go on?"

"I did like the fact that everyone wanted me," Justine said. "I liked being desired. It's just, no one there was appealing enough for me to want to let them close."

"So you want to be wanted," Trent said, "but not by just anyone."

"No, I want to be wanted by everyone", Justine corrected, "but I'm only going to actually let certain people have me."

"I hope I'm one of those people!" Trent laughed.

"Of course, silly!" Justine giggled, and they hugged, her massive breasts being squeezed between them.

A few weeks passed after that event, and things got a little bit worse. Justine's frustration reached a new high. It felt as if even considering the idea of having sex with someone other than Trent was the most extreme thing she could think of. She was willing to do something that extreme to try and break through whatever it was inside her that held her back, and yet even that didn't work. She felt like she had run out of options. What else was there to try?

Justine became a little distant, and Trent could easily sense it. At first he just left her alone, knowing that maybe she just needed some time to bounce back. He knew what she was feeling, but he knew they had been facing this issue since the very beginning, and so they would get back to trying again. However, this time she stayed frustrated for a little longer than usual, and Trent sensed this time was different. This time she had hit a new low of frustration.

"It's okay," Trent said one night two weeks later, "We'll get through this."

"We've been trying for years!" Justine said through tears. "What if I just can't orgasm? What if I'm just destined to not ever feel it?"

"I love you no matter what," Trent said, rubbing her back comfortingly as they sat on the couch together, "Maybe we put to much importance on the sex."

"Easy for you to say," Justine snapped. "You get off all the time because of me. You're satisfied. You don't know what it's like to always feel like you're just on the verge of something but never being able to get it."

"That's a bit unfair," Trent said, "You know I want you to get there as much as you do. I'm just saying that maybe we put too much pressure to be some kind of perfect couple in the bedroom. Everything else with us is so perfect, it feels some how out of balance to let sex be the most important thing."

"You don't get it," Justine said, and she stood up because she had too much energy to stay seated. "You just don't know what it's like for me. Look at me," Justine said, as she held her arms out to show her perfect body to Trent. "Everyone always talks to me like I'm this perfect sexual fantasy. The modelling jobs I get are all about the sexual image I portray. All the attention I get is all about sex. I feel like I'm some kind of joke, where I can have all the sex I want, but I can never actually enjoy it. All my life, I get treated as if I should be having incredible sex all the time, and I can't help that it's made me expect that to be true."

"I don't think you're a joke," Trent said, "you are perfect, as far as I'm concerned. Forget about everyone's expectations. I know that if we love each other, we can make it happen."


Awakening of the Goddess



"It's not just about how everyone has built me up," Justine said, pacing. "The frustration is physical. Every time we have sex, I feel like it builds up inside me, and then it doesn't get released. I think it adds up, because it's getting harder and harder to look forward to sex. So it's like my body is saying the same thing to me that everyone has said my whole life. You should be good at this, you should enjoy this, this should feel good. My own body expects me to have great sex, and yet somehow it still doesn't happen. Sex is important because it's not just all around me, it's in me as well. I need to solve this, and I just can't." Justine put her hands to her face and cried. Trent stood up and put is arms around her.

"Just say what you want to try next." Trent said. "You know I'm behind you 100%". Justine pulled away.

"Aren't you hearing what I'm saying," Justine said, almost screaming. "I'm out of ideas. We've tried everything. I want to give up but I can't because I want it so bad. There's no where else to go!"

"So what do you want me to do about it?" Trent said, raising his voice, "I'm trying to help you!"

"Don't just say you'll do anything," Justine said, "You always say you'll do anything. You've always said that, and it has never got any better!"

"Are you saying it's my fault now?" Trent yelled. "What the hell do you want from me?"

"Nothing!" Justine said, "You don't understand how it feels. You can't! Nobody can!"

"So you want to give up then?" Trent asked, with accusation in his voice, "No more sex?"

"What if I said yes?" Justine said. "What if I said no more sex? How would you feel being with the perfect woman that you can't fuck?"

"That's just being ridiculous," Trent said. "We'll keep trying. There's no reason to stop."

"Easy for you to say," Justine said with sarcasm, "You get to keep getting off. It's great for you while I have to keep being frustrated."

"That's not what I'm trying to do!" Trent said. "If you want to take a break from sex, then we'll do that."

"I don't mean a break," Justine said.

"Then what do you mean?" Trent said loudly.

"Never mind!" Justine said, "You don't get it! You can't get it! Just leave me alone!" Then Justine turned and stormed out of the living room. Trent stood listening, wondering if she was going to go into the bedroom to be alone. He couldn't hear much for a few moments, then he heard a rattling as Justine grabbed an umbrella, and immediately after the front door open and close. Trent stepped into the small hallway between the living room and the front door, and noticed that Justine had put on some shoes, but not taken a jacket with her. It was raining and cold out, so she would probably be back soon, since she was just wearing a T-shirt and jeans.

Many hours later, she had not returned. In the meantime, Trent's mood had changed dramatically. At first he was indignant, thinking Justine was acting like a child. However, he could never stay upset with her for long, so in less than an hour he had become worried about her. She was out there, in the cold, probably still upset, and as time went on, he worried that she was lost or worse. Since she was such a beautiful woman and most likely looking very vulnerable, something bad could have happened, though Trent didn't want to consider that.

She had been in such a rush that didn't take her mobile phone with her, so Trent couldn't call and check on her. He called some of her friends to see if maybe Justine had connected with them. However, no one had heard from her. Trent tried to downplay her absence, so as not to cause a panic among all their friends.

He went outside and walked around the neighborhood in the rain, looking in coffee shops and bars, even in laundromats or anywhere dry. Justine was nowhere to be found. He phone her mobile phone back at the apartment many times in case she had returned home while he was out. He left messages that got more apologetic each time. He returned home after hours of searching, cold and tired and wet.

Eventually, all he could do was pace back and forth and feel guilty and stupid for having said what he said. At the time, he was just trying to express how he supported her. However, what he ended up conveying was that he just wanted to keep going, which, as Justine said, was easier on him than on her. Now he saw that, he realized he should have just listened. Getting mad at her was no way to solve their problems in the bedroom.

When he finally heard the door open, he rushed toward it, his sense of relief was so overwhelming. She was a little wet from the rain, but she looked otherwise unharmed in any way.

However, when Justine saw Trent, she burst into tears. He grabbed her and held her tight. "I'm so sorry!" he said over and over, gently rocking her to comfort her. Her tears didn't let up, though, and he started to wonder if there was something else going on. He held her back to look at her face and she couldn't return his gaze. She looked downward and sobbed. "What is it?" Trent asked with genuine concern.

"I'm so sorry," Justine said quietly.

"No," Trent quickly responded, "you have nothing to be sorry about. I was the one who was insecure."

"No," Justine said, "you don't understand. While I was gone, I," she said, and then stopped, looking unable to get the words out.

"You what?" Trent asked, not accusingly but with worry that something happened to her. Justine finally looked up and into Trent's eyes. She looked pained, and seemed to be struggling with what to say.

"I," she said with some difficulty, "I, just, had an opportunity to think about some stuff. That's all. Nothing happened. Nothing at all." Trent thought it was a bit strange the way she was emphasizing nothing happened. The mere act of denying it when she hadn't been asked made it seem like something had in fact happened. However, Trent realized that kind of paranoid thinking was what created fights, not solved them. "I know now that we can make it work. Sexually, I mean."

"What?" Trent said, surprised. "How do you know that? I'm happy to hear it, but, still, what's different?"

"I can't explain," Justine said. She remained vague, and Trent realized maybe she couldn't explain any further. Sometimes feelings are hard to express. So instead he tried to kiss her. She kissed back, but was a little hesitant and she stopped him.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I... I'm a little too worn out." Trent couldn't help how she could be so worn out from just walking in the rain for a while. Most likely she went to a coffee shop and sat for a while. However, women are more emotional than men, he figured, so probably for her thinking about the relationship was more of an ordeal than how he saw it.

"Does that mean you don't want to take a break from having sex?" Trent said, "Because I want you to know that I thought about what you said and realized you were right. It is easier for me, and it's unfair. I don't know how you feel, and I should have listened better. When I say I'll try anything, I mean I'll even try not doing anything. I'm here for you in any way you need me. Any way at all."

Justine looked at Trent with a puzzled look. Not that she didn't understand what he was saying, but that she had no idea how to respond. "No," Justine said slowly and carefully, "I think we need to keep trying. I think I have some new, um, insights into how I feel. Just, not tonight okay? I can't tonight, but we'll keep trying again soon, okay?"

Trent was extremely happy to hear that, so her hugged her again, and that night they slept with Trent holding Justine like a little girl and comforting her with his embrace.

Unfortunately, after that, things did not get better. For a few days it seemed like they might, and Justine was different in the bedroom. She seemed to have more of an idea of what she wanted, pulling and pushing at Trent to move one way or another. However, as much as Trent tried he hardest to do what she wanted, she just couldn't get whatever it was that she needed. They became distant again, and it became hard to talk about, because this time it seemed like it was Justine who was calling the shots. Whatever it is she wanted, only she could say how to do it. Trent felt powerless to help, but couldn't express his frustration without making it seem like he was accusing her. The last thing he wanted was to press her into another fight that would have her running out the door.

Trent felt like they were heading toward an inevitable fight, though, as Justine became so frustrated that sometimes she would even just stop the sex right in the middle, sighing heavily with frustration and then going out of the room to calm down. Trent, who would still be aroused, found this particularly difficult, and he snapped at her a couple times, and she snapped back. However, both of them knew that the fight that was just about to happen would make things worse, so they both held back.

Then, suddenly, things changed for the better. Justine didn't usually go out socializing with friends without Trent, but she said she needed a night out with her girlfriends. Trent suspected that being around women only was a way of getting away from the implied sexual energy she always got around men. She obviously needed a break, and while Trent wasn't too happy about her doing things without him, he could see how she needed a break.

As it turned out, it seemed to help a lot. Although she was a little tipsy, a little worn out from dancing, Justine came home completely refreshed emotionally. She gave Trent a big hug when she arrived, and seemed to be in a much brighter mood. Trent was eager to find out what changed, but she was so exhausted that she practically collapsed into bed and went to sleep immediately before Trent even got into bed with her.

"So what changed?" Trent asked over breakfast the next morning.

"I talked some things over with my friends yesterday," Justine said, "And they helped me see things in a new light. You know I'm so grateful for how well we communicate, but I think it really helped to get some outside input."

"What did you decide?" Trent asked. At this, Justine looked down and a little concerned. She was obviously not sure if Trent would go along with her plan.

"Remember we talked about taking a break? A break from sex?" Justine asked. She continued, "Well, I think that's a good idea now. I want to just focus on all the parts of the marriage that work, and take the pressure off the bedroom for now."

"Okay, fine," Trent said, though there was just a slight tone in his voice that gave away that he knew this meant no sex for him for a long time. Having a wife as incredibly sexy as Justine and not being able to fuck her would be a true test of will. "Why do you now think that's a good idea?"

"Girls talk about things," Justine said with a giggle. "I can't let you in on all our secrets. Are you really willing to go along with it, though?" Trent looked obviously concerned, but he nodded. "You know I'll do anything for you. Take as long as you want. We'll get back to it when the time is right," Trent said. Justine looked thrilled and she jumped up so that she could bend over to kiss Trent on the forehead. As she did so, her tits jiggled and wobbled in a way that has Trent's eyes fixated on them. Already it was hard to be around her and know that he wasn't going to be fucking her.

There was no denying, though, that the break from sex seemed to have helped their marriage over all. Although Justine was a little busier with work and went out with the girls without Trent more often, the time they did spend together was without any tension. They enjoyed their time together, just being a loving couple. Justine wanted to focus on more couple activities, like walking in the park and going to movies together. She seemed to be intent on highlighting what was working great about their relationship, the completely platonic part.

Trent tried to not let on how hard it was for him. Trent tried going out a few times with his guy friends when Justine was out with her girl friends, but he found he wasn't as interested in it. He much preferred being out with Justine as well. One problem was that the guys would sometimes tease him, saying that if they had a wife like Justine, they would be at home fucking her all the time. They couldn't even understand why he was out without her. Although they were joking, there was an undercurrent of truth in it as well. All of Trent's friends would talk more or less openly about how they wanted to fuck her. On top of that, they couldn't understand how they were hitting a nerve with Trent, because that's exactly what he wanted too, to be at home fucking Justine. So even when he was out with friends, there was constant reminders of Justine and their dissatisfying sex life.

The other problem was that they would go out to bars or clubs, and the other guys would want to pick up girls. Trent, however, didn't want any other girls. He would look at even the most attractive woman in any place and she would never be on Justine's level. Even though Trent was sexually frustrated, he knew that even if he wasn't so completely loyal to Justine that he wouldn't be satisfied with any other woman anyway. They all paled in comparison. Trent was completely in love and loyal to her no matter what, so he never considered cheating on her anyway, but he still didn't like looking around the room at other women and being reminded of how he was both with and not with the woman of his dreams.

Trent would sometimes hope that he would happen to bump into Justine and her friends at a club by happy coincidence, but he never saw her. Sometimes he would see other friends of Justine and ask about her, but whoever it was that Justine was going out with, it seemed that it wasn't the girl friends that Trent had met before.

Trent stopped trying to replace his time away from Justine with some kind of distraction, and more and more he would just stay at home and wait for her. He was content to go out when Justine was with him, and if not, he just finished up some work or watched television or relaxed.

However, Trent was far from relaxed. While the situation seemed to be improving Justine's mood more and more week after week, Trent was more anxious about how long this break was supposed to go on. He masturbated thinking about Justine, and what sex would be like when she was ready again, and if they were able to make it really work. At first that helped release some tension. However, at the same time, it got him thinking about sex with her more too. Even though she was his own wife here in his own home, in his masturbatory fantasies she was like the movie star that one can't have. She was more desirable because of her unattainability, and then the potential of her actually being attainable, but then again not really, was a cycle in Trent's head that had him both masturbating furiously and then feeling hollow afterward.

In order to try and get their sex life back on track, Trent wanted to try and talk it out. It started out with small questions and just checking on her feelings. However, Trent was in need of results, and they started talking more and more about the relationship. Long, detailed, conversations, that went nowhere and left them both a little frustrated. Trent wanted to explore all sorts of angles to try and find the key insight that might unlock the door to them trying to have sex again. Justine, however, strictly maintained that she was just not ready, not able yet, and that was that. The situation was really that simple, but the lack of information only made Trent more frustrated and motivated to try harder.

Justine clearly found the conversations tedious, and most nights she would endure them. Some nights, though, when she came back from being with her friends or a late shift at work, she was just too exhausted and couldn't talk about anything. She would go straight to sleep, and Trent would be left hanging with many things he wanted to say but couldn't let out. Sometimes he pushed, and once or twice Justine snapped at him saying that talking wouldn't turn her on.

One night, Trent was home alone, just watching television to fill the time. Justine was out with the girls again, which she had been doing more of lately since the conversations began.

Trent was sure she probably got hit on a lot when she was out with her girlfriends, since he knew she did most of the time anyway. However, he trusted her to not go too far with anyone. Justine simply wasn't that type. On the other hand, it felt like she had this new social life without Trent, and he felt a little left out. Trent never really needed time away from Justine, so he felt a little bit sad that she seemed to need time away from him. She never said anything like that, she just wanted to have time with her girlfriends, but that was still the end result.

It occurred to Trent that there was nothing wrong with calling Justine, though. Somehow, when Justine went out with her girlfriends, it had taken on a kind of sacred feeling, like there was a rule that Trent not interrupt. However, now that Trent thought about it, there really was no reason he couldn't just call his own wife whenever he wanted to. He felt it would be good to do, just so he could feel like her social life was not a wholly separate thing from him. He picked up his cell phone and dialled Justine's number.

"Hello," a woman said, "this is Justine's phone." Trent was surprised to hear a voice that wasn't Justine's answer the phone. Trent could hear some music in the background and thought Justine must be out drinking at a bar or something. Perhaps she was dancing or away from her phone.

"Oh, hello," Trent said, "Who is this?"

"I'm Lina, a friend of Justine's" the girl said.

"Nice to meet you Lina." Trent said, feeling happy that he was getting a little insight into Justine's social life. "Is Justine there?"

"Yes, she's here," the girl said. Her voice was friendly and cheerful. "She's just having some fun with friends. Do you need me to get her for you?"

"Yeah," Trent said, "thanks." There was some muffled sounds as it seemed the phone was being passed around or something. Then Justine answered.

"Hi honey," Justine said. She sounded a little distracted, as if she had just been brought from another conversation, or maybe from the dance floor, and talking on the phone was a mental step she hadn't fully taken. "What's up?"

"Sorry to interrupt you and your friends," Trent said, "I guess, I don't know, I was just feeling a little lonely without you. So I just wanted to call and say hi."

"That's, uh," Justine said, "That's sweet. We'll talk when I get home, okay?" Trent couldn't help but notice that Justine sounded hesitant. Was she bothered by him calling her like this? Trent wondered if maybe he had made a mistake, as if he had made her feel like he didn't trust her by checking up on her. Perhaps calling her wasn't such a good idea after all. However, Trent didn't want to concede to an idea that calling his own wife at any time could be the wrong thing to do, so he wanted to know what Justine was feeling.

"Is something wrong?" Trent said, "Your voice sounds a little funny."

"I," Justine said, and then paused. "I'm fine. The girls and I have just been drinking a bit." Trent could tell it wasn't just drinking that was making her respond with what was obviously a little irritation. 

"You sound out of breath, though," Trent said, knowing that if she was bothered, he was probably making it worse by asking more questions. He liked hearing her voice, though, even though the conversation was a little awkward, so he wanted to talk just a bit more.

"We've been dancing a lot," Justine said. "Sorry, honey, but it's hard to hear in here. We'll talk when I get home, okay?" Trent realised that this was not the best time to really get into another deep discussion about their feelings and their relationship. When Trent thought of that, he then realised that maybe the whole reason Justine was going out with her girlfriends so much these days was because she was maybe tired of all the talking with Trent about their marriage and their sex life and their feelings for each other. He didn't like admitting that he might be driving her away, but he couldn't deny the possibility either. He suddenly felt a little foolish for calling her up and possibly making things worse by taking the very thing she might be trying to avoid into the world of her friends where she was escaping too. He decided he should get off the phone and let it go.




Awakening of the Goddess



"It's okay," Trent said, "I just wanted to hear your voice. Have a good time."

"Okay, bye" Justine said quickly, as if she wanted to get off the phone right away. Trent felt a little hurt that she wanted to end the call, but he felt he knew what was going on. Still, he had one last thing he wanted to hear.

"Love you," Trent said, but before he even finished saying it, the phone went dead. Although she said it was hard to hear, and maybe it was a little, he knew that she was anxious to get off the phone.

The irony was that he would want to talk to her about how he understood that she didn't want to talk too much, but since that in itself was more talking, it would just make the problem worse. Trent resolved that while he had feelings about this situation that he wanted to address, he would let it go. He would make the effort to start being the husband she wanted, and not talk about becoming the relationship they hoped to have.

When Justine got home later that night, she was tired, and Trent felt that she was clearly feeling a little wary of having another long talk about the marriage. So Trent just hugged her and said he loved her, and then they went to bed together, with him holding on to her as they drifted off to sleep. She seemed happy with that, and Trent felt they were on a better path to making their relationship work.

While they talked less, Trent was masturbating more. It didn't help that Justine was dressing incredibly sexy all the time now. She also acted a little different, a little more confident. She walked and talked with more authority. It was very sexy. Justine hoped that these were all signs that Justine was building the emotional strength needed to work through the issues of their sex life. He masturbated hard and often thinking about what it was going to be like having sex with this new, more erotic, Justine. The only problem was how it felt after he came. He would lie there on their bed, cleaning his cum and lotion up with tissues, feeling completely pathetic. What kind of husband, what kind of man, jerks off to his own wife instead of fucking her? He tried to dismiss the thoughts as being unjustifiably harsh. This was just a temporary situation, they would have sex again, and it wasn't anybody's fault. He just couldn't hold back the rush of feelings that inevitably always followed. However, he knew it wasn't just some kind of hormonal thing. The sense that he was some kind of loser in this situation constantly ate at him.

During that time, something happened which shook Trent's confidence even more. Trent heard that Justine's favorite band was having a small, intimate concert. He came home from work and told her about it, and then tried to get tickets on line, but they were sold out. Justine seemed completely not bothered, though. Although she would have liked to have gone, it turned out she had to work late at the make up counter on the night of the concert anyway. Even though Justine wasn't remotely bothered, Trent was. If they weren't having problems in the bedroom, he probably would have brushed the whole thing off. However, the way he saw it now, not only was he not able to satisfy her in the bedroom, he was failing in the platonic part of their relationship as well. He wasn't able to give her the things she wanted.

The night of the concert, as soon as Justine went off to work, Trent got to work on his plan to make up for it. He bought some nice wine, and had some music from the band they were missing, and he spent hours arranging and lighting candles to make the whole apartment as romantic as possible. He was determined that when Justine came home, she would see that he was romantic, caring, and able to provide for her experiences just as good as any concert.

After he had set up, he had plenty of time to wait for her, and it was a little agonizing. He knew she would be home late, but he was so eager to carry out his plan it made waiting for her worse than usual. Then she turned out to be even later than she said, making the minutes after her schedule return feel ten times longer. What was she doing? He wanted to call, but knew that would ruin the overall effect, so with huge amounts of restraint, he held back from dialling her number.

Finally, she came home, and even though she must have been working for hours, she seemed elated and happy. Perhaps it was because she saw the candles when she opened the door, Trent thought. He was waiting for her in the living room, at the end of a small path of candles he had set out for her.

"I felt bad that I couldn't take you to the concert," Trent said. "So, I just wanted to do something really nice for you. I thought, if it's not to silly, that we could dance together, here, in the candle light." Justine giggled, and continued to giggle while they swayed to the music in the living room. Trent thought that what he had done was a huge success.

He tried to repeat it afterwards with other gestures, big and small. She seemed to get more busy, which meant that he spent more time waiting for her. However, in the time they were together, he worked hard to try and constantly keep her feeling like she was the center of his world. He got her flowers for no reason, he would give her back rubs, which she especially liked when she came home tired, and he did other things. Justine was really appreciative. She seemed to be the happiest she had ever been.

Another small incident happened which, much to Trent's surprise, seemed to push Justine's mood into even higher levels, although he would have never guessed something like this would have made a positive impact.

Justine had left to go to work, and Trent particularly liked something about the way she looked that day, with her tight skirt and blouse showing ample cleavage. He could barely contain himself. He was in the bedroom and jerking off soon after she left. A little while later, the bedroom door opened and Justine entered. She must have forgotten something, because she was unexpectedly back from work.

"Oh my god," Justine said when she entered the room.

"Oh shit," Trent said and he scrambled to get his pants up over his hard penis and simultaneously stand up, but because of the panic, he stumbled a bit and while he was able to get to the side of the bed and pull his pants up a little way, his penis was still exposed.

"No, wait," Justine said, and she walked over to sit beside him on the bed. "Stop. It's okay."

"I'm so embarrassed," Trent said.

"Don't be," Justine said. There was a long pause. "Do you do this a lot?" Justine asked. Trent looked down and didn't want to get into it. "Please don't be embarrassed," Justine went on. It's okay, really. I actually like that you're doing this." Trent looked up, surprised.

"What?" He asked. "You do? Why?"

"Well," Justine said with a smile, "I bet it's me you're thinking about." Trent blushed. He nodded as a response. "Do you do this a lot, when I'm not around? Do you do this when I'm out?" Again, Trent nodded. "I like that you want me this much. I want you to keep going," Justine said, and as she did, she had her hands in her lap so when she brought her shoulders forward, it caused her huge breasts to be pushed out to display them in all their glory to Trent. He took the cue and stared down into her cavernous cleavage.

"Really?" Trent asked. "Yes," Justine responded, swaying her body just a little so that her breasts would jiggle. Almost unconsciously, as if hypnotized, Trent began stroking his rock hard penis again. "Just don't get your hopes up that this is going to end up with sex. I'm not ready for that yet. But, I think I'm going to enjoy this too." Trent was spanking off furiously now, and Justine leaned in toward him a little more, making her show of her breasts to him a little more erotic. "I want you to tell me what you're thinking about while you do this."

"I," Trent said, his voice slightly stuttered because of the jerking motion of his body and because of his excitement. As he spoke, the excitement built up. "I want you so bad, it drives me crazy. I want to put my cock between your tits and cum all over your face. I want you to rub your tits in my face. You're so fucking hot, you're the hottest woman in the world and I want to fucking rape you and fuck you hard god I need you so bad I fucking worship you you're my goddess god please suck my cock put your perfect lips around my shaft I need it sobadfuckIcan'tlivewithoutyouyou'reafuckinggoddessyourmygoddessyou, you, you" Trent came, little spurts of semen shooting up onto his shirt and dribbling all over his hand. Justine leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, like a mother comforting a child.

"Oh, baby," she cooed. "I'm glad you shared that with me. From now on, I want to see you spanking off more. I want you to let me know when you're going to do it." Trent's head was spinning from just having cum. For once, he didn't feel that feeling of being a loser after masturbating. Her acceptance of it meant everything. It was also the most sexual thing they had done together in a long, long time, so he was encouraged that maybe this was going to lead to more. He felt a little embarrassed sitting there with his own cum on him, but Justine's smile made everything okay.

Suddenly Justine got up and left, saying she had to get back to work. Her departure was understandable, as she was probably already late, but at the same time it left Trent just sitting there with his own cum making his hand sticky and without her in the room to validate it as something they shared, he felt a little foolish again. Still, it was better than before.

Justine came back later that night completely exhausted, and she slept in so that Trent didn't get a chance to talk to her before he left for work. When he got home, he found Justine washing the bed sheets and she was in a great mood. She was smiling, and happy, and bounded over to Trent to give him a big hug when he got in the door.

Trent was amazed. He wondered if having caught him masturbating really did have this much positive effect, because it was so strange to think about. He knew she had a thing about being desired, so it made sense that she liked to be the focus of his spanking off fantasies. Still, if he were to guess at what her reaction would be, he would more guess that she would be mildly pleased to hear it, not be so elated as to put a spring in her step.

Justine wanted to talk about it in detail that night. She was happy to find out that Trent had been masturbating since they began their break from sex, so long ago. She wanted to know what he thought about, where and how he did it. She wished he had told her long before. Trent was a little uncomfortable talking in this much detail about masturbation, because it was simply an embarrassing topic. However, since it seemed to excite Justine so much, he was willing to play along.

She insisted that from now on, he include her when he masturbated. At first, she just wanted him to give her a quick text message so she would know when he was doing it, which he dutifully did. She didn't respond to his text messages, but she would tell him later that she got it and that it made her happy. She once said that it was better than getting flowers.

Justine didn't seem as busy as she had been before. She went out with the girls less and took less shifts. She told Trent that she had stopped working at the make up counter. He was surprised, as he was being surprised by many things. It meant they spent more time together. Justine started making out with Trent more, getting him worked up, and then she would want him to masturbate to her. She didn't want him to touch her sexually, and she didn't touch him except for kissing and maybe brushing her breasts into his face. It wasn't sex, but with the kissing and light caressing, it seemed like the building blocks of sex were being put in place, so Trent had hope that this really was going back toward a regular sex life.

After a couple weeks, Justine added a new element. On the occasions when she went out, she would dress and act so sexy that she got Trent so worked up that he was spanking off as Justine was getting ready to leave. She would make him promise, however, not to cum, to wait until she got back. She said she loved the idea of him being turned on the whole time she was away. Trent did as he was told.

Aside from the masturbation fetish that had developed between them, Justine was always in bright spirits, and Trent was completely happy. Everything seemed to be working in their marriage, and heading in the right directions. They would be having sex soon, and the picture would be perfect. Even though weeks went by, Trent found that Justine's new attitude made it easy to be patient.

He loved her now more than ever, and he tried to show it as much as possible. He fawned over her, and she loved it.

Then, just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Justine came to Trent with an announcement.

"I'm ready," she said simply, with a wicked smile that filled out the rest of the sentence. She said it over dinner, and Trent dropped his fork.

"Really?" he said, excited. "You are? Now?"

"Yes, really," Justine said, obviously enjoying Trent's puppy-like eagerness. "Not tonight, but this weekend." Trent thought it was a little odd to schedule it. He assumed that when they first had sex again, it would be a more spontaneous thing. He thought one of the times he was masturbating in front of Justine that she would start touching him and it would go from there. However, he wasn't about to be picky. If Justine wanted to fuck, Trent would do it whenever, wherever, and however she wanted. "There's more, though," Justine said. Trent didn't have to ask the obvious question, his eyes conveyed his rapt attention to whatever she was going to say about it. "I know what I want, and it might surprise you a bit."

"What?" Trent asked. "Anything. Anything you want, I'll do." Justine giggled a little in response.

"I want to do something a little S and M-ish," Justine said. "I want to tie you up." Trent was genuinely surprised. He definitely did not expect that she would want to jump from no sex into something quite so involved. Still, he could even feel now in his groin an ache that insisted he play along.

"If that's what you want," Trent said. "I thought we already tried a little S and M, and you didn't like it."

"This time will be a little different," Justine said. "I didn't do it right before. This time, I'm going to take you to a special place."

"What?" Trent said, wondering if there was anything about this situation that wasn't going to surprise him. "We won't do it here, in our apartment?"

"No," Justine said, "I want to go to this place where we can do it right. But I'm not going to tell you anything more now. I want it to be a surprise. Okay?"

"Yes!" Trent practically yelped. "I'm looking forward to it!" And he did look forward to it, thinking about nothing else for the days in between Justine's announcement and the day it was going to happen. He couldn't believe the day had finally arrived. He felt he had really suffered through all these months of yearning for his own wife and being denied her. he had gone through a whole lot of feelings, from feeling pathetic, to feeling like a loser, to being frustrated, and many others. In the end, though, it was worth the wait and had been the right thing to do. They had built up their perfect marriage in every way, and now that Justine was ready to have sex again, the picture would be complete. Trent was the happiest he had ever been in his life.

They didn't talk about it, though Justine's attitude was very different. Her eyes had a devilish glint in them, and Trent would catch her looking at him with a wicked glint that let him know that she was anticipating it as much as he was. Trent stopped masturbating in the meantime as well, wanting to make sure that he was fully refreshed and ready to enjoy her to the fullest.

At last, the day came. Justine was gone for most of the day, getting prepared, and then she phoned Trent from a cab she was in, out in front of their apartment. He came down, dressed simply as she had instructed. He found her in the cab wearing her grey overcoat, tightly bound up to hide her clothes underneath. He could see she was wearing some truly sexy tall black boots, though, a slight hint of the excitement to come.

They drove out to what looked like an old run down building, which surprised Trent. He had assumed it would be some kind of hotel. Inside, though, after going up some stairs, Trent was yet again surprised as they entered a room which was completely unlike the outside. It was bright and clean and completely white.

*** The Room, Part Two ***

Trent sat completely naked in the chair, as Justine fastened all the straps that held him in place. It was actually an elaborate affair, with his ankles, wrists, waist, and even his neck being restrained. As subtly as he could, Trent pulled against the straps to see if maybe they were just for show, but they weren't. They were professionally made restraints that did not cut into his skin or constrict his blood flow, but held him firmly in place.

Justine finished and then stood in front of Trent, her legs in a wide authoritative stance. She looked positively statuesque, a perfectly sculpted body, like a goddess. She had a wide beautiful smile, and a glint in her eye of something wicked. Trent was rock hard, and felt like he might cum just at the sight of her.

"What now?" Trent asked eagerly. Justine sat on his lap, and put both arms around his shoulders so that she could cradle his head. Her perfect breasts were just under his chin and he couldn't help but stare downward as if he had never seen such perfect breasts before.

"It's been hard on you, hasn't it?" Justine asked with a sweet, sultry voice, as thick as honey. Trent had never heard her speak like that before. She sounded so in control, so powerful. "It must have been so hard to look at me, to be so close to my incredible body, and yet be denied sex." Trent also hadn't really heard her describe herself with such unashamed praise for herself. It was a little conceited, but somehow also kind of sexy. Like she was truly letting loose the sexual side of herself. Her nose brushed up close to his face and he could feel her warm breath and smell faint perfume from her cleavage. She was truly intoxicating. "Tell me, was it frustrating to be jerking off to me and not having me?"

Trent was a little startled by the way she said it. She had been accepting, encouraging even, of his masturbating, but the way she said her last sentence was almost like she was mocking him. However, Trent realized she must be just building up to when she finally allowed him to start having sex with her. So he indulged in her game, thinking that playing along with her build up would only make the moment she had sex with him that much more intense.

"Yes, it was," Trent said, and he realized as he was saying it that he was confessing something real, and not just playing along. It felt a little embarrassing and difficult to go into such an uncomfortable topic, but people always say it's better to talk things out rather than bottle them in. Perhaps, Trent thought, this was all part of Justine's plan, to not only build up to the moment of release, but to also let him let out his feelings. "I, I wanted you so bad."

"Did you feel like a loser?" Justine said. Trent was again startled. She was pushing the boundaries of this topic hard and fast. However, he reminded himself that he trusted her completely, so he assured himself that she must ultimately be doing this for his benefit. Trent thought hard for a few moments. He had an immediate honest answer, but he wasn't sure if he really was ready to release it. This was almost like a therapy, and he was off guard by how intensely it was exploring his feelings. On top of that, it was hard to think straight with such an intensely beautiful and powerfully erotic woman like Justine sitting on his lap, turning him on so much that it was as disorienting as any drug.




Awakening of the Goddess



"Yes," Trent admitted. "I felt a little like the most unlucky man in the world. Most guys don't even have a shot with you, but I was so much closer to you than any of them. I'm your husband, I am more aware of how beautiful and incredible you are than anybody. To be so close and yet denied, made me feel like I was being tortured."

"Did it make you feel like less of a man?" Justine purred into his ear. Her lips and tongue so close he could feel the slightest brush from them, and it promised of her abilities to do erotic things. "Did it make you feel pathetic?" Trent was in an internal confusion. He trusted her, and he was more turned on by her now than at another moment of his life. The questions she was asking, though, were starting to be kind of hurtful. Clearly she knew his feelings well enough to already know the answers. She knew the truth in his feelings, and she just wanted to hear it. Trent didn't know if he was truly ready to let it out. He wanted time to think and process, but he also wanted to do whatever Justine wanted. She was so hot, so sexy. He couldn't resist her.

"I, I," he stuttered.

"It's okay baby," Justine cooed, like a mother talking to a child. Her voice wasn't entirely sympathetic though, it was like a wicked mockery of sympathy. "I want you to let it out. You can tell me, can't you? If you truly love me, you can confide in me the things you're most afraid to say. That's what a marriage should be about, shouldn't it?" As Justine spoke, she moved her left hand over the top of her breasts, which brought her ring into view. Trent was so consumed with lust, that when she reminded him of his love for her, he felt a little guilty. His body was raging with desire for her body, and her questions were making him uncomfortable, and in the conflict, he had lost sight of the fact that this was the love of his life. How could he have any doubts about what she wanted to do. She did also say when they arranged this that she wanted to explore a little pain and pleasure. Trent assumed that meant something like a little light spanking or something. It must be a little more psychological. He resolved that if he did truly love her, he would embrace her game to the fullest, no matter how difficult it was.

"I did, I felt pathetic," Trent admitted. "I felt like I had been reduced to less than a man, because a real man would have fucked you hard and not been reduced to just jerking off to the thought of you. I think it was the worst thing that could have happened to me."

Justine suddenly looked directly into Trent's eyes. She saw the tears just around the edges. She saw how honest he was being, and she smiled. It was if she had heard exactly what she wanted to hear. Trent felt a moment of relief as he thought maybe they had hit bottom and now it would start getting good. His relief was short lived, though, as Justine suddenly got up, bent down to pick something up from under the chair, and then walked behind Trent. "Don't be alarmed, honey, there's just one more restraint for you. It's important for what's going to happen next." Trent felt her putting something with leather straps around his head. He instinctively jerked away a little, but she rubbed her hand soothingly across his cheek, saying, "Shhh, shhh, there there," and he was reminded that this was Justine, his wife, and he could trust her. It was a ball gag, and it fit into his mouth a little uncomfortably, and Trent immediately wondered how long he would have to wear it and if he looked foolish. Justine leaned over so that she put her arms over his shoulders, this time from behind, and her head was right beside his so that he could even see her face if he looked sideways. He couldn't quite turn his head as something was now restraining him so he could only look mostly forward.

"It makes me so happy to hear you say that you think that was the worst thing that could have happened to you, because it's going to make what happens next have so much more impact," Justine said with a seductive, but definitely evil voice. "I'm sure you really do believe that was as bad as it could possibly get. But I want you to think, honey. Think very carefully. If you do, I'll bet you can imagine something even worse. Something I could have been doing the whole time you were having no sex at all and wanting me so badly. Something that would hurt you more than anything else in this world could hurt you. Something that would cut so deep into your heart that you might never recover. Can you guess what it is?"

Trent was definitely uncomfortable now. If he were sitting in his living room and calmly talking, he might have been able to quickly guess what she was getting at. However here, having been so turned on, and simultaneously exploring difficult feelings, and in this strange environment, and Justine revealing a side of herself that was all at once seductive, erotic, scary and powerful, Trent's thoughts were too scattered. All he knew was that he had decided he was now most definitely not okay with this little game Justine was playing. It was too much for him, and he was actually a little scared of what she was up to. If she wanted to do something this intense, she should have talked to him first and let him decide if he was up for it. He made muffled "MMM! MMM!" noises and shook his head as much as he could, which wasn't much, to try and convey that he wanted to be let out.

"Have you guessed what it is, yet?" Justine whispered into Trent's ear with a little giggle. "No? Well, you're about to find out." And then Trent stopped making noise or struggling futilely against the restraints, because he heard a click of a door latch. 

The door behind him was being opened.

*** Justine's Story ***

It was the night they had a fight, and Justine was out walking in the rain. It was early evening, and a little cold for her because she only he on her jeans and T-shirt, which wasn't enough protection from the weather. She had her umbrella and was thinking of walking to a coffee shop to think things over. She had been walking for about fifteen minutes by this time, and she wanted to get out of the cold, but she wasn't ready to go home.

She was only slightly aware of the sound of a car pulling up beside her. She didn't turn to look and see that it was a limousine. She heard the car stop, and the driver open the door to get out, but she was still surprised when she heard someone call her name.

"Justine?" a man's voice called from behind her. She turned to look and saw a man who was just a little shorter than her. He was wearing a chauffeur's uniform, like something out of an old black and white movie, and a cap. She didn't recognize him at all. She looked at him cautiously, not even willing to confirm her name for him until she had more reason to know who he was. "I'm sorry to come up to you unexpectedly ma'am," the chauffeur continued, "but I couldn't call or email without risking our communication being discovered by your husband."

"Who are you?" Justine asked with heavy suspicion in her voice.

"I'm terribly sorry," The chauffeur said, as if trying to take on an English accent to make himself sound more like a proper servant, "I do understand that you are very right to be cautious talking to a complete stranger." The chauffeur then opened an umbrella of his own. "Will you allow me to explain the situation?" He kept a respectful distance, so Justine thought there could be no harm in listening, so she nodded.

"A few weeks ago you went to a fetish party," the chauffeur said, and Justine looked surprised. "Please, do not worry that this is any kind of blackmail or anything of the sort. Your privacy will be completely respected. The fact of the matter is that my master was made aware of your presence there, and he was impressed by you. He knows that you were disappointed by that particular party, and understandably so. It is the master's wish to invite you to join in with a group that is more on your level."

"Your... master?" Justine asked. The word 'master' seemed like it was from another era. Justine wondered if it wasn't more normal to say "employer" or "boss".

"Yes." The man said without hesitation. He seemed to be proud to have the opportunity to exhibit his loyalty. "The master is a very powerful man. And he has certain... interests. Interests that he believes you might share."

"Like what?" Justine asked, holding herself tightly to protect herself from the cold. Squeezing her arms just under her enormous breasts lifted them and pushed them out, and even the very disciplined chauffeur could not help but stare for a moment and swallow dryly in his mouth before regaining his composure.

"You were looking for something at that party, were you not?" The chauffeur asked rhetorically. "A different lifestyle, was it not? A lifestyle of sexual freedom?"

"Um," Justine hesitated, "I don't think so." She was starting to imagine that this 'master' was just some sort of swinger, inviting her to a sex party or something.

"Sexual... power, perhaps?" The chauffeur emphasized the word 'power', which made Justine's eyes widen, just for a moment, just enough for the chauffeur to notice. "Ah, yes," he continued, "the master will be very pleased. You're the one he's been looking for."

"The one?" Justine asked, trying to maintain her outward appearance of defensiveness, though by now it was obvious to both of them that her curiosity was overwhelming.

"The master can explain it far better than I ever could," The chauffeur said. "Please, will you allow me to drive you to him? You will not be disappointed."

"How do I know this isn't some kind of trap or something?" Justine asked. "How do I know you're not some crazy guy that will take me somewhere to try and rape me or something?"

"If there is anything I can do to help diminish your fears, please tell me and I will," the chauffeur said, "however, I think you can sense that this isn't some kind of petty crime." Justine's feelings were actually very far from suspecting that this was all just a con to trap her. She didn't know a lot about cars, but she had some vague memory about the kind of silver limousine the chauffeur was driving. Maybe she read an article or saw it in a movie or something, but she was pretty sure it was one of the most expensive cars in the world, a rare model or something, in pristine condition. The chauffeur himself was too well dressed, it wasn't a mere costume. Her gut instinct told her that there was real money here, far too much money for some petty criminal. Plus, he already knew her name and some details about her. This wasn't something random.

What Justine was actually afraid of was that she would be disappointed. She feared that if she got in the car, she'd be driven to some bald, overweight loser who got rich doing something like making video games, and was now just the same desperate nerd with too much money acting out his pathetic fantasies. Not that she was wanting at this moment to go off without Trent to some sexual party like they had tried to go to before. However, she was interested to know if real parties, the kind she and Trent had imagined before they saw the reality, actually existed. Maybe if she at least saw it, she could go with Trent later.

The chauffeur, sensing that this was a moment of decision, stepped to the limousine and opened the door to the back seat. The smell of luxurious leather was faint because of the rain outside, but the inside of the car presented a warm interior glow that was comforting and hard to resist. Justine shivered, as if her body was telling her that to stay outside was the worse choice. Without another word, she stepped into the car. The chauffeur smiled and took her umbrella, and helped her in, holding one of her hands like a gentleman.

It was a thirty minute drive to the centre of town, where it was mostly business buildings but also hotels and some fancy restaurants. The car pulled into an underground parking lot, and went down a few levels until it came into a completely empty level. It was if the whole level was to park just this one car. Justine and the chauffeur got into an elevator which had just two buttons. One for the parking garage, and one for the penthouse suite. The elevator moved silently and quickly up.

The doors opened to a huge apartment, with two story windows and a stunning view looking down on the city. The whole place was lit in a warm, golden tone, but slightly dark, as if to give a warm and intimate privacy as well as a luxurious atmosphere. The furniture was oak and brass without being too heavy. Everything about it conveyed not only wealth, but taste.

"This way please," the chauffeur said as he led Justine out of the elevator and down the long hallway immediately in front. Justine noticed as she walked that it was extremely warm inside. She was considering asking for a sweater or something, but now felt that her T-shirt and jeans were more than enough. "Master, your guest has arrived," the chauffeur said as he stopped at an open doorway near the end of the hall. It was on the left side of the hallway, and Justine was a few steps behind, so she couldn't see into the room that the chauffeur was facing, or who he was talking to. When she caught up, and turned the corner, what she saw made her jaw drop and she gasped audibly.

Inside the room was maybe twenty or thirty people. Mostly naked, some wearing fetish wear. Mostly it was women, but there were some men. All of them were good looking, fit, and young. There wasn't a single woman who didn't have large breasts. The men had firm muscles. Justine was still the most beautiful woman in the room, she always was, but this time these people were at her level.

They weren't all fucking all at once, but unlike the other party that Trent and Justine had been at, there was much more sex actively happening here and there. People were drinking wine, and chatting, and there was a little S&M, with some people on leashes, others tied up, and one girl was being whipped with a riding crop.

Right in the centre was one man who stood out. He was sitting back on the main couch, with a young and beautiful Chinese girl who was gently caressing his huge cock. He was looking toward the doorway and toward Justine. He was older than the rest, with just a small hint of grey in his temples. Instead of making him look older, though, it gave him an air of authority. He had abdominal muscles, and broad shoulders. He stood up, casually motioning the Chinese girl away, and then he walked over toward Justine. 

As he approached Justine, his huge cock swung side to side, looking heavy and predatory. It was thick, long and veiny. The way the man walked wasn't just as if he was comfortable walking completely naked and powerfully erect. He walked as if he expected respect and admiration for being so powerfully erect.

Justine stood back a little bit as he stepped to within a yard of her. She was a little frightened. This wasn't at all the disappointment she feared. When she and Trent went to the fetish party a couple of weeks ago, they were looking for something like this. But what was in front of Justine now was much higher than anything they could have expected. Now that the images had become reality, she was intimidated and didn't know if she could handle it. She had also suddenly been thrust into this world without any preparation, and without Trent. It was all too much, and she literally considered running away.

"Don't be frightened," the master said in a calm, smooth and deep voice. He held out his hand and his manner was so gentle that it contradicted the fact that he was so aroused. "In a way I'm sorry to bring you here during one of my parties and confront you with this so suddenly. However, my chauffeur informed me that this was an opportune time to approach you, and I did not want to miss the opportunity. Please, take my hand. No one here will make you do anything you do not want to do." Not knowing what else to do, Justine took his hand. The master glanced over to the chauffeur who seemed to understand an unspoken command and excused himself in a hurry.

The master led her into the room. She pulled back a bit in resistance, as it seemed he was going to pull her right into the center of the party. "Don't worry," the master said as if he could read her thoughts, "I wouldn't be so crass as to push you into anything. I mean for us to go this way." As he spoke, he nodded toward a large ottoman chair off to the side of the room, facing in toward the party, but distant enough to feel separate from it. Justine nodded her assent and they walked toward the chair.

When the reached the chair, the master sat down, and Justine assumed she might sit beside him. However, he guided her as she sat so that she ended up sitting on his knee like a little girl meeting Santa Claus. She felt a little embarrassed, with his erect penis pressed up against her thigh. Although she was clothed, she felt like it was her who was behaving strangely. It was as if she had stepped out of reality and into a movie. Not onto a movie set, but actually the reality of some movie where all the rules of life were different. It was the only thing that kept her from running. Her sense of reality was off balance.

"You must have many questions," the master said, "and I have no intention of holding back any mysteries from you. I am a very powerful man. Not just with money, but with people. I am at the top of a group that believes there are superior and inferior people. I have people who do as I say. And I enjoy many pleasures."

"You mean, like a cult?" Justine asked. The master laughed off the idea.

"No, not like a cult," the master said. "We don't do silly ceremonies or worship ridiculous gods. Look at those people, Justine. What do you think when you look at them?"

"They're," Justine said and then paused as she looked at the mass of bodies moaning with pleasure, "they're all so beautiful. Are they models?"

"Some of them," the master said. "They are the beautiful people. The better people. Though they are still a level subordinate to me. Tell me Justine, a woman as beautiful as you, don't you feel as though there is power in the way men lust after you? The way women are jealous of you?" Justine bit her lower lip, unsure how to respond. The way she was raised, it seemed way to egotistical to admit to such a thing. "You don't have to answer. Some people are beautiful, some people have power, some people are born to lead over other people. The group I am with, we recognize this fact and embrace it. The people who really run the world, who hold real wealth, we do as we please. Wouldn't you like to be a part of that group?"

"I don't know," Justine said, "this is more than I was expecting."

"What were you looking for when you went to that party the other day?" The master asked.

"My husband and I," Justine said, "were just looking for some way to spice up our sex life. We were just looking for something exciting."

"And why did you not find it then?" the master asked, though clearly he knew the answer already.

"The people there were so, " Justine paused because she felt guilty for saying what she was thinking out loud.

"Go on, say it," the master said.

"They were so ugly," Justine said. "It was sickening to think of them having sex at all, let along joining them." Partly Justine felt guilty, but partly she felt relieved to admit her real feelings.

"Yes," the master said, "they were beneath you. I never go to such pathetic get-togethers, but I have some of my slaves attend them because once in a blue moon there will be a gem among the stones. A woman, such as yourself, who is looking for more. And this time, I believe I have found something truly special."

"What do you mean?" Justine asked.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have met," the master said in a matter of fact tone that made his flattery seem sincere, "and I knew from what my slave reported that you were different. And now that you're here, I can sense it. Inside you is a power, something that needs to be let out."




Awakening of the Goddess



The conversation and the whole context was weird to start with, but now it was getting even weirder, and Justine laughed a little. "Okay, I think this is going a little far..."

"You're hesitant because you can't believe the possibility," the master said, completely unfazed by her laugh. "Tell me though, Justine, wouldn't you like to take the chance to feel real pleasure? To discover the thrill of true power?"

Justine stopped laughing and looked down at the master's throbbing cock. It was much bigger than Trent's. She wasn't sure if it would fit inside her. In her mind was a voice saying that all of this was insane. However, there was also a wetness between her legs and a light headed feeling that compelled her to want to go forward. She wasn't even mad at Trent at this point. The journey from the street to this man's lap felt like a journey to another dimension. She felt removed from the world and Trent and the rest of her life was like a far away place that she couldn't quite recall at the moment. A part of her knew that even if she didn't do anything more, that sitting on a man's lap with his penis exposed would be considered cheating. However, she was already lost in an upside down world where those things didn't matter.

"You may suck my cock now," the master said, and without pushing, he gently guided her off his knee and down so that she was kneeling in front of him. Part of her felt like laughing off his arrogance. His phrasing was so presumptuous. At the same time, as arrogant as he obviously was, he was undeniably right that she was ready to explore this moment. She had been searching for years to try and find out what it was she was lacking. She didn't know if she would find any help in this situation, and it was all wrong how she was so suddenly plucked out of her real life and into this alternate reality that it wasn't at all how she would have liked to arrive at this moment. However, she was here now and sometimes in life an opportunity for something you wanted comes up when you're completely unprepared. Justine had only moments of hesitation and doubt about this man and this place and this situation, but years of searching and wondering if something like this might be the key.

She was going to let him fuck her any way he wanted, and they both knew it. Something about his arrogance even heightened the excitement for her. He seemed so in control, so powerful.

She was hesitant at first, pressing her lips against his cock, feeling the ooze of pre-seminal fluid cover her lips. She was not in the mood for subtlety, though. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in, deep into her throat. She looked up, and he smiled approvingly, as if she was satisfying his expectations. She blushed a little, again struck by his smug sense that somehow she was supposed to be giving him head. She thought of Trent for a moment, how he would be completely crushed if he had any idea of what she was doing. She knew at this moment he was probably worried about her, and might even be out in the rain searching for her. Somehow, though, the thought of Trent only made her commit to taking it further. Now that she was in this far, there was no point to stop. If it meant she and Trent would break up, then it should be for the real thing, and nothing part way.

As her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically on the master's cock, she felt a tingling of impatience between her legs. Somehow she wanted the master to be pleased with her cock sucking ability, but that was at odds with her growing desire to have him inside her. Eventually, she could hold back no longer and she took her mouth of his thick member and she stood up. She was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so her clothes easily came off. As she stood in front of her, he was taken back by the majesty of her body. It was if it was sculpted, a model of perfection. Her huge breasts stood out and seemed to float with their size so out of proportion to how they stood up and out. Even the master, who had seen much exceptional beauty, had a sharp intake of breath as he was impressed.

She did not waste any time, and she straddled on top of him, sliding down onto his huge member. Despite her fears about its size, it slid into her and filled her up in a way that she had never felt before. It pressed up inside of her, pushing against her boundaries in every direction, making her able to feel the sensation of every part of the inside of her being excited and stimulated. She moaned loudly and began to thrust her hips back and forth. The master met her movements in perfect unison.

It wasn't long before she climaxed, and climaxed hard. She had never actually experienced an orgasm before, and this sensation rang throughout her body in such a way that she had no doubt that even though she didn't have experience to compare to, this was not a normal feeling. It was bigger and more dramatic than what she imagined. Her back arched and her head went back involuntarily as she squealed at the top of her lungs.

She thought that the feeling would fade, but it lowered in intensity like the trough between waves, and she knew there was more coming. The feeling welled up inside and hit her again, even harder than the first time. She never imagined sex could feel even remotely like this. Trent suddenly seemed like a joke in comparison.

The master lifted her up without letting her off his cock, and he turned her back toward the ottoman and lay her down upon it. He continued to fuck her hard, causing her to climax. Her orgasms only trailed off because her body became exhausted, numbed by too much pleasure.

The master took his cock out and he moved up to place them between her breasts. She obediently squeezed them tightly around his cock, and their massive pillowy size would have completely covered most men's penises, but the master's cock was able to still reach out so that when he came he exploded all over her face. She opened her mouth to catch as much as she could, but the master was intent on getting as much as possible all over her face.

She sat up beside him, not sure what to do. The master snapped his finger, and a young beautiful blond girl walked from the group of people having sex nearby over to where the master and Justine were. "Lick her clean," the master said, and the blond girl immediately began to lick the cum off of Justine's face, neck and huge round tits. Justine was startled for a moment, as she had never had another woman touch her sexually in any way, but somehow in the master's world, it seemed to be normal. She even kissed the blond a little, and found it to be exciting, something maybe pursuing again sometime when she wasn't so spent.

When the blond girl had licked up all the cum, the master waved her away. "It feels good, doesn't it," the master said, "to have slaves at your call?" Justine watched the blond return to the orgy, and smiled. It did feel good.

"These people do whatever you say?" Justine asked.

"Yes," the master answered.

"Is that what you want me to be?" Justine asked.

"You? A slave?" The master laughed. "No. In you I sense something more. I want you to feel the privilege of superiority as I do. Wouldn't you like that?" Justine couldn't help but think that having servants sounded good. However, the glow of her orgasms was wearing off, and she was actually a little aware of soreness inside of her. Her passions satisfied, the part of her mind that wanted to be responsible and rational grew in strength. The world outside of this strange bubble of sin and pleasure became more real to her. She had friends and work and a life that was nothing like this strange place. She had a husband, and she was suddenly confronted with the guilt of having undeniably cheated on him. She had cheated completely and totally, without any room for interpretation.

"Um... that's flattering," Justine said. "Is there somewhere I can clean up?" she said as she stood up and picked up her clothes off the floor. Her rational mind was in overdrive now. She had been caught up in a moment of fantasy, but how could this all be real? Surely no one can keep up a reality of constant sexual pleasure all the time. All this talk of slaves and power must just be some sex club dreamt up by this man and his friends, and surely they all go back to their lives the next day, just like regular people.

The master looked amused, as though he knew Justine was having doubts but thought they were unfounded to the point of being silly. Still, he pointed down a hallway off to his left, and Justine went down to discover a large bathroom, larger than the apartment she and Trent had. As she cleaned up and looked in the mirror, she thought about Trent. She felt very guilty and very bad for having betrayed him. As she imagined telling Trent what happened, she realized that on the one hand it would crush him so completely. He was so loyal, so trusting, that to have fucked another man would be beyond what he could handle. Also, on the other hand, she realized that what she had seen and experiences was literally unbelievable sounding. Not only would it be impossible to convey to Trent how she had been caught up in a moment because of how strange and different from reality it all felt, it would be impossible to make Trent even believe it was true. It sounded like a lie to cover up something else, and she could only imagine that Trent would be disbelieving her description of the truth and insisting on knowing what really happened, and Justine unable to prove a story that was both false and more believable.

Justine resolved to not tell Trent. The only parts of her story that he would believe are the parts that would hurt him to his core, and the rest would just cause him to distrust her by not believing her. She had been caught up in a moment, it was a mistake, and she had no intention of returning to this place. This "master" person might have a life built around sex, if he's to be believed, but Justine didn't think sex was all that important. She had a husband she loved and who loved her. That was the most important thing. So she resolved to go back to her life with Trent and try harder to make it work with him, and use this experience to make her relationship stronger. After all, now she knew that she could orgasm, so all she needed was to do that with Trent.

Justine came out of the bathroom and found the master still sitting leisurely on the ottoman, casually looking at the orgy in front of him. He seemed so at ease, as if he hadn't been waiting, but merely sitting and relaxing as he might have done anyway. "I, um, had a really good time, and I want to thank you," Justine said, "but I think I need to go." Her words seemed awkward for how they were the same thing you might say after having coffee with someone, not after having just had the most intense sex one had ever had with a complete stranger. However, the master seemed completely not bothered by any of it. "I'll have my driver take you home." Justine was about to protest, but the man simply raised his hand and it was clear he would insist.

Soon, Justine was in the car being driven home. As the car left its private parking lot and made its way through the city streets, the fantasy world of the masters apartment faded further and further in Justine's mind. She felt guilt more than anything else, and felt tension rise in anticipation of having to lie to Trent's face.

"Please drop me off here," Justine said suddenly, as they were two city blocks away from her and Trent's apartment.

"Are you sure, ma'am?" the chauffeur asked. "It's cold outside and I would like to see you safely to your destination."

"I don't want my," Justine stopped just before saying 'husband'. Somehow to say it out loud to this driver made her cheating that much more concrete. "I don't want to be seen coming out of this car," she said.

"I understand ma'am," the chauffeur said as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. He got out and opened the door for her, holding an umbrella over her, and when she got out, he handed her umbrella back to her. When she was on the sidewalk, the chauffeur said, "Ma'am, the master would like for me to inform you that when you want to see him again, you are to phone this number." He held out a small card for her to take.

"I won't be needing that," Justine said, and was about to walk away, but the chauffeur stopped her by speaking.

"That is your choice, ma'am," he said, "but it's my duty to give you the card. So please take it from me." Justine couldn't argue with that. This man was just doing his job, if it can be called a "job" when a person is a slave, if that's what he was. She took the card and then quickly walked away before anything else could happen. She didn't even look back to see if the chauffeur drove away.

When she got back into the apartment, she found Trent waiting up for her. She lost track of time and didn't realise it was so late. She must have lost time when the master was fucking her. Could it really have been hours? He looked so worried, as if it hadn't even crossed his mind that there was any other reason for her to be late other than something bad might have happened to her. That she was actually being fucked harder than ever and screaming with orgasms seemed like such a cruel reality by being so completely opposite to what he might guess. She burst into tears the moment he saw him, and he comforted her all night long.

She couldn't say out loud that she could still feel the master's powerful cock inside her, an echo of the intense pleasures she had just experienced. She had no other story to replace the reality, though, so she just hoped Trent would believe that she had just thought things through. She was tried to be as vague as possible, and Trent didn't push her.

Trent leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed back, but she pulled back from letting it get too passionate. She could still taste the master's cock in her mouth, and not only did she worry Trent might taste it too, she felt so guilty for how she was holding on to the lingering taste as a reminder of how erotic the situation had been for her. Especially since Trent was being so understanding and trying to be supportive. The contrast between how much she had betrayed him and how much he was acting as if it was him who had done something wrong was almost too much for her.

They went to bed with Trent comforting her all night long, and she cried off and on as she tried to push out the memories of how good it felt to be fucked to powerful orgasm, again and again, by someone other than her husband.

From the next day and for a couple of weeks, Justine sincerely tried to make sex work with Trent. Justine had thought that having been shown what an orgasm was by the master, she could now try to recreate that feeling with Trent. She tried to guide him to move like the master did and fuck her like she was fucked by the master. However, Trent's penis wasn't as big, or as hard, and somehow he just wasn't as strong and aggressive. There was also the undefinable aura of control and power that the master had but Trent didn't. Not only was Justine unable to recreate the feeling, the more Trent failed at it, the more she became aware of the difference between being fucked by Trent and fucked by the master. It became a vicious cycle where disappointment highlighted the difference and made the next time even more difficult.

Their initial enthusiasm after that night Justine was fucked by the master faded, and overall there was a tension between them that hadn't existed before. She couldn't admit why she knew she could orgasm, and Trent couldn't ask without sounding like he was accusing. They stopped trying, and they were both uncomfortable in moments when they were intimate and were close to attempting sex.

A couple of weeks later, as much as Justine felt guilty for even considering it, she knew she had to see the master again. Her body, having now experienced the pleasure of a truly satisfying orgasm, yearned for the feeling again. It would not be denied. Trent's failure to provide it made her realize that what the master provided only came from him.

She hadn't thrown out the number the chauffeur had given her. She actually thought that some day she might be able to talk about it with someone, and she wanted to be able to show the paper, as it was the only evidence she had of anything that happened that night. Now, when she pulled the little paper out from the back of her panties drawer where she hid it, she wondered if maybe she was lying to herself and she had kept it because she suspected she might need it.

Trent was away at work, and would be for many hours, so she felt the safety of distance in terms of time. She called the number, and was surprised when the master answered himself.

"I'm glad you finally called," the master said straight away. "Come meet me this Friday night."

"I can't just get away," justine said, but the master interrupted her.

"You will come," He said without the slightest indication that her objection had any impact. "You will tell your husband whatever he needs to hear. My driver will pick you up where he first met you at eight. Do not be late." Then the phone went dead.

Justine was frustrated with the master for just making up a time for them to see each other, and she called right back to talk about meeting sometime else. However, he did not answer again. While part of her considered simply not going, she found herself spending the afternoon continually considering different lies to tell Trent so that she could get away. Eventually she settled on saying she would go out with her girl friends, girls he didn't know. She often met people at her modeling jobs that Trent had not met, so it was believable she might know some people he wouldn't know of.

When Trent got home from work, she told him just that, and he accepted it. The last time she lied to him about the master, she didn't really make up any stories, she just didn't mention the truth. This time, she deliberately made up a lie and told it straight to his face. She was amazed when she looked at him and realized he believed her completely without any hint of doubt. Strangely, she understood how this was a sign of how much he loved her. He trusted her so completely that she could lie right to his face and she would get away with it because he would believe anything she said. It was a strange sense of power. She could almost control him, do anything she wanted, and he would trust her, no matter how much she betrayed that trust.

Friday night came, and Justine dressed up for the master, but she managed to get her grey overcoat on before Trent could see what she was wearing. She slipped out and met the chauffeur at the appointed time. He was completely wordless as he held the door open for her, though he had a bit of a smile, as if he knew what was happening, maybe more than she did.

She arrived at the penthouse, and this time it was just the master. He was dressed in casual attire, though Justine knew enough about fashion to recognize the brand names and know that what he was wearing cost more than both her and Trent's monthly income combined. She was nervous, a little hesitant. She wondered if they were going to just jump into sex similar to how they did the first night. However, the master was smooth and invited her to come out to the balcony to enjoy the stunning view, and have a little wine. They chatted very lightly about nothing in particular. The master was, however, completely not hesitant to touch her body as he saw fit. He put his arms around her, or ran his hands down around her perfectly firm ass, or he would caress her breasts. Whatever he felt like doing, he did, and Justine let him, feeling both slightly violated because he assumed so much familiarity so soon, but also electrified at his touch.