Sequel To My Weekend With Goddess (1,2 &3) - My Goddess And Her Adventure

Prologue

My Goddess had become more subservient since our great sexual weekend together.

She had started seeing me more as a master to her, and she was tempted by a fantasy she had been having, the feeling of not being equal for a time, and having to obey.

We had to spend some time apart for a while, as she had to move for her London University but were going to meet up again, but this time she had a request for the time we were going to spend together.

She said she wanted to by my animal for the day, that I could own her, mould her, warp her into whatever I wanted, and she would obey without question, she said she had been fantasising for a while about the idea of her giving control of herself over to me and that she said she wanted to be treated like a pig!

So, for the time we were about to spend together she would be my little “piggy”.

(This story blurs the lines between giving my Goddess what she has asked for and that she wants from me and me trying to not give in to my own inner conflict of treating her how she wants as opposed to how she deserves to be treated all while trying to pull off the illusion and be the master.

The various “masks” of piggy and master, slip at certain points, and near the end the “masks” disappear completely, but what, or who, causes this moment between us.)

My Goddess and her “Piggy” Adventure

I was waiting for you at the train station, my anticipation to see you seemed to make time move slower. I feel the vibration in my pocket.

I pulled out my phone and saw a text from you.

It was a text to say the train will be slightly delayed, then while I was figuring out how to respond to another vibration, this time the text had no words, just a picture, you are wearing a piggy nose accessory.

(I was still unsure of the request you had made for me for today, but decided to let you enjoy yourself rather than raise any objections.)

I sent a text back that said, “I will do my best to give you not just what you want…but what you need!”

(For a second I got lost into possibilities of how the day could work for us, but more importantly for my Goddess.)

It must have only been a fleeting time that passed, I was aimlessly looking at the information boards, you would be here with me soon.

Another vibration. Another text from you. I almost dropped the phone in anticipation. It was a naughty photo of you flashing on the train, with strangers around you.

You simply put “it’s risky, but I like doing it.” I could see the small smirk in your smile, and I immediately replied that it was hot seeing that you were enjoying yourself. Before I gave you a chance to reply,)

I messaged “are you really sure you really want to do that piggy thing today?”

(I thought I’d give you a chance to back out.)

I was starting to worry how you would reply or if you would dodge it completely.

Just as I was about to go back to your photo on the train, another vibration.

You had simply put “Today, I am you pig, and I am ready and willing Paul.”

(I knew then your mind wasn’t going to be changed, so I had to assume my role and give you what you wanted)

I read your text a couple of times, and then composed myself and wondered how a person in my new role would reply, so I simply put “Okay piggy, today the word “yes” is replaced with the word oink!

And the word “no” is also replaced with the word oink, and from the second you get off the train and we see each other at that point you will be under my control, do you understand?”

You simply replied with “Oink!!”

I could see your train slowly rolling up the tracks to the Canterbury East platform.

I remember closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in and my breathing out synchronised with the train doors sliding open.

There you were my goddess in the flesh once again.

You stepped onto the platform, and it was as if an undetectable sonar for me was built into you, because everyone else looked around aimlessly and you just turned and locked your eyes onto me.

(I guess it was just a weird part of our special bond.)

We smiled at each other, you walked towards me, and we kissed. I gently pulled my lips away from yours after a few seconds and you half fell towards me pushing your lips out, longing for a few seconds longer, you seemed to catch yourself and you smiled.

We both looked at each other in the same way we had looked at each other at the end of our last weekend, we both knew that today was going to be something special.

I purposely keep the silence for a little while, trying to gauge your reaction.

You look around the platform a little scatter-brained and say, “So where are we going then Paul?”

I just look at you and put my finger on your lip and say “sshhhh” and tell you to take my hand, in that split second, I was certain you quickly bit your lip in excitement.

You grab my hand almost faster than I could open it.

I knew you were desperate to know more but managed to keep yourself under control.

With your hand in mine, we walk out of the train station, we cross the road and walk over the bridge that goes over the motorway, there was something funny watching your head dart round to the different cars driving in the different lanes.

Once we crossed the bridge, I said “we are going to start our day here, this is the Dane John Gardens”

(This is like a historic little park built around castle like walls right near the city centre)

As we descended the steps down to the park, I slightly let you nudge ahead. I had to admire you, your clothes, your hair, your face, your skin, it all seemed so perfect, you were truly beyond beautiful.

As we reached the last step I said, “I want you to sit on the grass by the flowers there and I don’t want you to move, I’ll be back in a second.”

You nodded, and I left you sitting on the grass by the flowers. I looked back for a second and the whole scene of it looked so picturesque with you being the centrepiece.

It had taken longer than I had intended, and you had been sitting without instruction for too long. You are about halfway to standing up completely to have a peek to see where I am, and I had that second come around the corner.

You think about trying to quickly sit back on the grass like you hadn’t moved, hoping I hadn’t seen you, but also half hoping I had seen you, wondering what I would do.

I had seen you; I told you to get on your knees, I then lay on the grass next to where you are kneeling.

You see my holding the white paper bag in my hand, I had bought two bacon sandwiches, I hoped it was subtle enough to show I was all in for you, for your request of me today.

I could instinctively tell you wanted some sort of punishment for moving. I tell you to take one of the sandwiches out of the bag, as you go to pick it up, I tell you to forget the bread and to just feed me the bacon.

You looked slightly bemused, but I could see you had realised I was trying. You kneeled over me, your face looking down at me, and you did as you were commanded and fed me the bacon.

I see you look towards the 2nd sandwich. I said, “that was yours piggy, but you had moved.”

I told you to feed me the two other slices of bacon from what would have been her sandwich to me, but to do it differently than she did before.

I looked in your eyes and I could see the cogs in your brain turning as you reached for the two strips of bacon.

As you tossed the bread back into the paper bag, you paused for a second to decide what you were going to do and then I saw the briefest of smiles skip across your face.

You look down at your kneeling position next to me and I watch as you raise one left over the other side of my chest, so now you’re practically sitting on my cock.

You smile a little as you feel the pressure from my trousers that you had made the right decision.

You lean towards me, gifting me a perfect view of your eyes, your mouth and your tits that were beaming with light from the afternoon sun.

You feed me one piece of the bacon with your right hand as your left hand pressed against my chest to steady yourself.

I look at the last slice of bacon in your hand, then I look back into your eyes.

You lean towards my face once again, but this time you put the slice of bacon in your bra, glistening in between your tits.

You hover your tits over my mouth, I took a couple of bits and left a little bit left, and told you that you could have it.

You grab it from your tits, look me in my eyes and slowly slide the bacon up your neck to your mouth, it leaves a little snail like trail of bacon juice, you move the bacon around your lips a couple of times, then swallowed the bacon, looked at me, and said “oink!”

You looked at me for approval, even though I didn’t say anything to you, you could see in my eyes I was happy that you were happy.

(In that moment I wouldn’t have traded you for anyone else, and that in this moment in time, this was the only place I wanted to be.)

I sit up a little and put both my hands on both sides of your neck and pull you towards me and kiss you.

You go to grab my shorts to pull them down out of some uncontrollable impulse, but I quickly said, “no piggy, not yet.”

I could tell for a split second I had stopped your fun, but then saw you realise that I obviously had a bigger plan in mind.

(I was starting to battle myself as I knew what had just happened with the bacon was something she would have wanted, but I really did want to treat her, she deserved everything!)

I instructed you to get off the top of me, and I said, “would you like a coffee piggy?”

You said “yes please”

I managed to quickly catch myself from turning from her as I remembered again what she wanted from me today.

So, I looked you in the eyes, and you seemed a little confused and then quickly said “I mean Oink!”

I half smiled and said, “good piggy, wait here and I’ll be right back with our coffees, don’t worry I know how you like yours.”

As I started to walk to the pop-up coffee vendor, I saw you looking around, seeing the people in the park were starting to notice you.

I knew you were thinking to yourself that would have done what you just did with the bacon if you knew the people could have been watching the whole time?

I could tell you were getting excited with the feeling that you had been giving in, following my instruction, and being controlled by me.

As you were waiting for me to return to you, the sun had seemed to have intensified and it really started to shine across the park, it started to beam onto your body once again, this golden light hitting your skin and the heat wrapping around your body.

The heat suddenly made you become aware of your whole body, you were now feeling hot and sweaty, you could feel your curves, your tits soaking into your top.

You could feel your legs open as you lay back on the grass out of some kind of uncomfortable desperate exhaustion.

The light, the heat, the sweat dancing across your body, your breathing feeling heavy as your chest pushed into your top, again it reminds you that deep down we are all just animals, you looked over towards me and remembered that today you aren’t just any animal, but my little piggy.

I slowly came back with the coffee, half blinded by the sun’s rays, in particular the light beaming from the water of the nearby water fountain, the heat was making me half tempted to jump into it.

As I was approaching you, I could see you spread out on the floor, all hot and sweaty. I watched as your top was gripping your tits and your chest was lifting up and down as you exhaled in the heat.

After a few seconds I was practically next to you, you must have known I was watching you, but you pretended as if you hadn’t seen me, and I could tell you purposely took deeper and deeper breaths.

I cleared my throat and said, “coffee is served,” you quickly sit up and I give your coffee to you. I said, “and what do you say,” your eyes looked at me as if it was looking into my soul and you said “oink!”

I said “I was thinking more thank you, but that works” I started to smile just as you were starting your cute little laugh, but then you accidentally spilled a little coffee on your top.

I could see you groan a little, I had a feeling this must have been a new top that you wanted to impress me with.

I watch as you look down as the hot coffee soaks into your top.

I look around and can see you are being noticed by others in the park again, you look at me, and see I am looking at the people.

I started to place my coffee on the grass to take off my top to give to you, but before my coffee had planted itself on the ground you had looked at the strangers in the park, looked at me and then you ripped your top off over your head and discarded it to the grass. I see your perfectly blue bra for the first time.

It was getting harder for me to fight the urges to not take you right there and then.

You could see where my eyes were fixated, and you adjusted your bra, to make sure you were perfectly presented to me and then looked at me obediently, waiting for a command.

I placed out my hand, you grabbed it, and I picked you up.

There we were standing face to face, you were waiting in anticipation in the heat, sweat trickling down the valley in between your tits.

A few seconds had gone by, I waited for another few seconds, my eyes locked into yours and then I had decided to take my top off and told you to put it on.

I said that piggy doesn’t deserve to have people look at her tits.

(But deep down I wanted you covered up, I knew a part of you must have felt embarrassed and it wasn’t time for me to see you like that yet, I had to make myself wait till later.)

As you put my top on, I looked around at the strangers in the park, I could see them slowly turn their heads to look elsewhere.

I almost hadn’t realised you had put your hand back into mine, as I was continuing to look around the park.

I could feel you squeeze a little tighter, I knew that you were getting off on me looking at these strangers and reminding them, the park, the world and beyond that you were mine.

I looked back at you, and I picked up your top from the grass with my free hand and said, “come on, I could see some nice shade over by that tree.”

Hand in hand, we were both sweating in the heat as we walked to the tree, the coverage of the shade was more than sufficient for us.

After seeing you in the heat of the sun and now seeing you in the cool shade, I genuinely didn’t know which version of you I wanted more, I was fighting my urges again.

I sat with my back against the tree, with my legs spread apart I tapped the ground in between my legs and said, “so you want to sit with me piggy?”

You smiled and said “oink!”

You sit right between my legs, your back to my chest, your ass pushed against my shorts, you could feel my cock get hard, you know there is no more room to move back, but you try to push back a little more anyway.

I groan a little at the pressure, you look back at me and in a beyond playful way you bite your nice full luscious bottom lip.

I studied your white teeth gleaming on the red lipstick and you let your bottom lip slip away into its usual place and smiled at me.

We both knew at that moment that your body and my cock is only separated by the slim piece of the fabric of my shorts and the fabric of your skirt.

I know you were thinking the same thing as you said “Paul, I’m not wearing any underwear today.”

I looked down at your skirt and then closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my temptations, my urges were really being tested.

I opened my eyes and you said “I can feel you’re not wearing any either” 

(Now I was being truly tested, she knew how to push my buttons and take me to the edge. I tried to stay controlled, but temptation pierced through and got the better of me.)

I looked at her and said, “oh you can feel that can you?” she said “oink!”

I couldn’t resist any longer, her being playful, teasing me, sitting right between my legs.

I start to wrap both of my arms around your belly, pulling you a little bit tighter to me.

I then pulled my legs a little bit closer together forcing you to tighten your legs together a little.

Then I slid both my arms down to your spread-out legs in front of me, and then put both my hands underneath your skirt.

I began slowly rubbing your thighs, firstly on top of your thighs, then you could feel my fingers moving to the inside of where your thighs met.

I could tell you were feeling the moment, you put your right hand in the air by my head and you ran your fingers through my hair and grabbed a bit of the hair towards the back of my hair and started to tightly pull on it.

I said, “do you want me to play with your tits,” you said “oink!”

I let your hot and sweaty thighs and lifted my hands under my top that you were now proudly wearing. I start to caress, one nipple, two nipple, then cupping both tits in my hands, you groaned at feeling me having my hands in full control of your tits, feeling them stand to attention in the palms of my hands.

I squeezed both tits and said, “do you like that piggy?” and she groaned a little and said “oink!”

I then took your hand off my hair with my right hand and placed your hand on my thigh, I left my hand on top of yours and let my fingers slip in between your fingers, you squeeze a little then feel the power of my grip.

I put my left hand back on your other thigh, then slowly ran down in between where your thighs meet, we both knew at that moment that you had no underwear to act as a barrier.

I start to rub my fingers over your hot and sweaty pussy lips, I could feel your skin falling under the pressure of my fingers.

You started to groan a little, and I said, “do you like that piggy?” and you said “oink!” 

I then decided it was time, I placed some of my fingers inside you, first two, then quickly withdrew and went with three fingers and started to work my magic.

I asked again “do you like that piggy?” You tried to say oink, but it fades halfway through as you are being taken over by the control of my fingers in your body, as my movements get faster, I once again say “do you like that piggy?” before you could even half attempt an oink, I do a small bite on your neck.

You try to answer with oink, but instead your elevated breathing only allows you to answer with an exasperated groan as your head falls to the side of my chest.

I see my opening and I kiss down your neck, to your shoulder, then back towards your ear, I could feel your body shaking now, the pace of my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, engaged in a battle to satisfy your pussy.

I started to slow them down, and keeping my mouth near your ear I said “that’s enough now piggy, we need to go shower, before we got to dinner, the heat is killing me” 

(It was the right time to stop, I had released the valve a little on my urges and gave her a little of what she wanted.)

I pull my wet fingers from your pussy, I see you study them, I go to wipe it on the grass, but without permission you quickly grab my hand and put it in your mouth, lean your head back to look up at me and start to suck my fingers.

I was torn, I had not asked you to do something, but was annoyed that I hadn’t thought of it, but more than all of that I was secretly happy seeing what you do when you let yourself take control.

(The conflict in my head was interesting, here you are wanting to be treated like a pig under my control but when you have your own ideas and act on them, it was hot, it was great seeing you go for what you wanted, in both ways you could say I was lucky, but deep down I still just wanted my goddess with no constraints, ultimately I just wanted you.)

You must have sensed my mind had wandered a little, as you slowly released my fingers from your mouth. I smiled at you, I finished off my coffee, which would have been colder if not for the heat of the sun.

I double tapped you on your right thigh with your hand and said “up”, I watched you get up in front of me, the back of your skirt barely flicking my face. I see you turn around and look at me and re-adjust your skirt a little as I get up.

As I got to my feet, I felt a little dizzy, was it the situation, was it the heat, was it you, I wasn’t sure. I looked at you, as you finally did one sharp pull of your skirt to pull it in place to how you wanted it.

I smiled at you and held out my hand, but before I could tell you to take my hand you had already done it.

(Again, I was torn, I hadn’t instructed you, but instead settled my mind by creating a loophole that it was basically Pavlovian conditioning now and to not overthink it.)

You grip my hand and smile at me, it was a sight and a half, even your shadow silhouetting in the grass seemed to radiate your beauty.

(I wanted nothing more than to say to you that I wish everyone could see you how I see you, but that would have ruined your piggy request of me, I couldn’t break the illusion, I still had a role to play.)

Hand in hand we walk across the last parts of the Dane John Gardens.

We crossed the road and starting walking past the bus depot, it was funny seeing all the people waiting on their seats the other side of the plastic see through screens, I could see most of them study you as if you were something magnificent to be studied in an aquarium.

We reach the end of the bus depot and turn left to walk into the entrance to the city centre of Canterbury. You were so vivacious, looking at the shops either side of you.

As I watched you, I was trying to figure out what the next steps on your adventure today should be. I wanted to treat you to everything, but again was caught in not wanting to break the illusion I had agreed to play my role in.

With no real destination in my head, we continue to walk down the straight road through the town. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted an attractive young woman, clearly fresh from her day at college.

 I looked at her, not for her beauty, I didn’t need anyone else for that, I had my goddess, but I was captivated by what she was wearing, a nice light blue latex skirt and black latex top, my mind wandered about how good you would look wearing it.

I felt your hand squeeze mine a little, I had been gazing for too long and  you wouldn’t of know I was thinking.

I held my gaze just a little longer I was now curious what your reaction would be under this illusion you had created for us.

Would you crack or stay disciplined. As I start to turn my head to look at you, you almost involuntarily squeeze my hand a little and you say, “I’m still wet for you Paul!”

You had said it in an almost desperate way as you craved my full attention and the number one spot in my mind.

(The irony being you were on a pedestal that no one could even reach if they wanted to, but again I couldn’t tell you this, not today anyway.)

I could tell you had become jealous of this random girl, I didn’t want her, I had you, but you didn’t know that.

You said, “Do you want her?” I didn’t answer.

(Of course, I didn’t want her, I had you, but silence was the best answer, it’s not what you deserved but it is what you wanted, I was torn between telling you my true feelings but conscious of the fact you wanted to be my obedient piggy for the day, and I was determined not to break the illusion and do this for you)

The silence seemed to creep slower with each passing second, so I decided to look at the random girl one more time.

My eyes hadn’t even focused on the girl yet before you said, “Is it okay if I buy a couple of things from the shop, for later?”

I smiled at you and said “of course.” I instinctively reached for my wallet, but managed to stop myself.

(I wanted to give you the money, I wanted to treat you, you deserved it, you were changing me, I had been carrying around a void in my life and you had filled it to bursting point, there was no longer an inescapable abyss inside me.)

You smiled at me and turned to walk to the shop, I went and sat on a bench and waited for you.

I could see you close to the shop and for a split second my mind thought the girl in latex had gone into the same shop. I think it was just the heat playing tricks on me.

I was losing track of time; it didn’t matter you could take as long as you wanted.

I looked across to a nearby busker, his music was soothing, he looked at me and nodded, in that moment it was as if he was serenading me.

As I watched him play an instrumental on his guitar, a sudden thought occurred to me.

I quickly text my goddess to say, “I want you by my side in the next 2 minutes piggy!”

I knew I had to be quick, I knew I could do a subtle treat for you, I rushed over to the busker and said, “do you take requests?” he said, “depends what song you want?”

I took a second to look back towards the shop and then said, “do you know Raincloud by The Lighthouse Family?”

He nodded and smiled. I slipped him a £10 note and I said, “thank you, my girlfriend will be here in a minute and it’s her favourite song and I want to surprise her.”

I made my way to the bench, after a few seconds I could see you exiting the shop.

I couldn’t help but smile, every time I got to see you again seemed to take my breath away. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the busker looking at me, he must have seen my smile at you and knew, so he started playing Raincloud for you.

You walked right up to me; I tapped the spare space to the left of me on the bench and you sat down. I said, “piggy shouldn’t make her master wait!”

(I felt I could have said it with more conviction, but my brain was torn, and I felt the mask was beginning to slip. I must be strong for her, today she wants it like this.)

I’m sure you were just about to say sorry to me, but I quickly raised a finger to my lips and said “sshhhh, I need to think what we are going to do next”

(You never needed to apologise to me.)

You seemed a little confused that we were just sitting there, then you saw me look at the busker and realised that your favourite song was being played by him.

I could see the happiness rise on your face, I knew a smile was about to form on my face that would give away what I had done, so I quickly leaned forward and put my elbows on top of my knees and my hands on my cheeks to cover my smile, I could see your feet tapping to the music.

Your feet then stopped, and I realised the music had now just ended. He had played it to perfection, and sang the words flawlessly.

I got up of the bench and held out my hand, which you grabbed immediately and with my other hand I took your bags from the shop, and we walked over to the busker, and I said to him “Alright, that was a great song choice and you played it to perfection”

He said, “thank you, I really appreciate it,” as I put down your bags to give him another £10, you said to him “it’s my favourite song.”

The busker said, “oh really, well did you like me playing it” and you said, “I loved it, thank you.”

I gave him the £10 note and made a subtle nod of real appreciation to him and said, “thank you.”

I shared a smile of understanding with him, then I looked at you, picked up your bags and said, “we really do need to get to the hotel and shower before dinner.”

You said “oink!”

I was certain the busker had heard you as I could see a confused look furrow on his brow. We walked through town to the hotel.

I tell you to sit in the chair in the reception lobby. I went to the reception and confirmed our booking and got our hotel room key.

I walked over to you and said, “our room is on the 5th floor.”

You quickly looked at your bags from the shop.

I said, “don’t worry, they have an elevator down the next hallway apparently.”

I put the key in my pocket and then I grabbed your bags before you could and said, “come on, let's get up there then.”

You smile and nod. We get to the elevator, I pull myself to the back with your bags and watch you step in, you turn and back into me just like how you did when we sat at the tree.

As I was remembering that moment in the park, you said “would that girl do this?”

I couldn’t even think what girl you meant, when I realised you meant the random girl in latex.

Before I could say something, you had pulled down my shorts a little with your hand behind your back and you started stroking my cock.

I genuinely couldn’t believe my luck, but knew I had a role to play, so I said “I think the other girl might have done it better” you suddenly gripped harder, I was sure I could have cummed right there and then.

I said, “stop piggy!” After a slight second delay you stopped and pulled my shorts back up again.

(You had become more jealous of this random girl that I had known, it was bringing out a side of you that I wanted to explore, but again I was torn, there was no need for you to be jealous, ever! But today I couldn’t tell you that.)

Suddenly the elevator door opened at floor no.4, it was a middle-aged man, looking slightly dishevelled, he slightly limped into the elevator.

After he had fully limped onto the elevator platform, he put himself to the back to the side of the elevator to my left, I could see him check you out.

 I was proud you were mine, but I was worried the mirrors in the elevator would show my feeling of jealousy, deep down I think you knew and obediently turned and faced me and went to the right side of me where he couldn’t see you as much.

Suddenly I felt a jolt as the platform adjusted and the elevator door opened, we were finally at the 5th floor.

I said, “this is us” and we stepped out of the elevator. We walk the hallway till we see our room’s door.

I let go of your hand and put the bags down with my other hand, I reached in my pocket for the key, as I produced it from my pocket, you quickly said “can I open it for you Paul”

(You were desperate to try and be of service, but again I was torn the more you kept pushing yourself to serve, the more I wanted to protect you.)

I nodded, and you opened the door for us, I pulled the bags in and planted them on the floor.

You looked obediently at me, I said “you can have a look around if you want…piggy” you said “oink!”

(I was starting to really hate referring to you as piggy now)

I wanted a shower first, but I said, “I want you to go for a shower first,” then reluctantly added “you need it.”

You said “oink!” you went to walk to the bathroom, and I said “piggy, you can take your clothes off here!” you looked at me and with a mischievous smile and then you said “oink!”

You then took off my top you had been wearing and dropped your skirt, it was like slow motion watching it slide down your legs and fall onto your ankles, you stepped out of the skirt, there you were naked, obediently following my orders.

You said, “Anything else you want from me Paul?” I slightly gritted my teeth at my urge to look at you more, and I said “no, go shower piggy!”

I watched you walk into the bathroom and turn and look at me before you closed the door.

I collapsed onto the bed, I was tempted to explode right there and then, I knew if I had commanded you, I would have had my way with you right then and there, but I wanted to wait, I wanted to make it to dinner, I wanted to treat you.

I sat up on the bed and saw my top and your skirt laying on the floor and replayed the moments before in my head again, God, you had made me so hard, I wanted to have a wank right there and then.

I needed to get this overwhelming sensation you had built up in me out of my system, but I somehow fought it, I reminded myself I was here with you, and you didn’t deserve me wasting my energy on myself.

I reached for the tv control and turned the tv on, there was a random replay of an Inbetweeners episode on tv.

I smiled to myself, wondering how all four guys would have handled my situation with my goddess.

As the episode went on, I laughed as it got to the part of Jay being discovered by his mum and Neil as he was attempting to join the “The Dead Hand Gang.”

I finally stopped laughing as you opened the bathroom door.

There you were in a white towel, just looking at me, God you were beautiful, it never seemed to surprise me now that every time you were absent and would reappear, I would struggle in my head to wonder how best to describe your beauty.

I opened my mouth and stopped myself from saying what I wanted and suddenly remembered my role and said, “You better go get changed piggy, we need to go to dinner.”

You said “oink!''

Then I watched as you let your towel fall as you leaned over and started to look in one of your shopping bags.

There you were primed and ready, bent over ready for the taking, I quickly made my way to the bathroom to go for a much-needed shower.

I quickly changed the temperature of the water to cold, I needed to cool myself off, I needed to wash away my excitement, I needed to wash away the thought of how lucky I was, but for you, on this particular day I had to wash away my thoughts of equalness and wanting to be a gentleman to you, of wanting to fulfil every one of your desires, I needed to wash away these conflicting thoughts and just for today be that guy you wanted me to be, to be THE guy, THE master!

I stepped out of the shower and opened the door, and there you were, dressed all nice, prim, and proper, your choice of clothes for the dinner was perfect, you looked simply breath-taking.

(At that moment I felt as if you were the angel that had been put on this earth for me, truly a goddess.)

I suddenly stopped my jaw from dropping and remembered my role and I looked you up and down one more time and I said “that is what you are wearing? I guess that will do piggy.”

It destroyed a part of me to say it and even more of me felt destroyed when I saw a flicker of disappointment on your face, but you immediately covered it with a big smile.

(I had to be committed now, for you, but I could tell you really liked the clothes you were wearing, I could tell you wanted to impress and that you felt beautiful, I was truly impressed but for this one day I couldn’t tell you.)

I doubled down and said, “are you sure there is nothing else you can wear piggy?”, you shook your head, I could sense your heartbreak in the air.

(I wanted to destroy the illusion right there and then, to tell you how lucky I was, but I knew if I gave in now, you would probably never forgive me.)

I quickly put my clothes on and my top you had borrowed, I could smell the top of the top around my neck as I put it on, it smelt of you, I wish I could have bottled it.

I reached out my hand and said, “come on, we need to get to the restaurant.”

You grabbed my hand, and we left the hotel room.

The elevator was ready immediately, it was just us, I did my best to look at you through the elevator mirrors without you seeing me.

I knew that you would capture the attention of everyone we were about to walk past and that I was the one who had chosen, it was my hand you would be holding.

We ventured through the town, people’s eyes seemed to be magnetised to you, it was interesting seeing the ratio of men to women that were looking at you. With Canterbury being a very busy College and University based city.

It was mostly students looking at you, but most seemed to be the women, guessing they were in that time of life with thoughts of exploring their sexuality, as they gazed at you, it was fun to see.

We finally made it to the restaurant, I knew it was the kind of place you would like, and I checked in advance what the menu was and knew your favourite would be available.

We were greeted by a waiter who took us to our seats, and I ordered our drinks and our meals and handed him the menus.

The drinks arrived and we just talked, our food arrived, I could tell I had made the right choice, you had been quiet too long as you were enjoying the food too much, it was nice to see.

We had ordered a few more drinks as well as ordering you to tell me some stories about yourself that I didn’t know.

You smiled and off you went, telling a few stories, you laughed in the oddest places, and it was cute to see our story telling speed up in places because your excitement was beyond pure to see.

(You were so authentically you in this moment, so genuine, so pure, again I was torn, I wanted to give you everything you wanted, everything you deserved, but I know I had to play my part.)

As you go to the end of another story, I said “enough piggy, you’re putting me to sleep, is piggy full yet?” you looked at me and I could see your eyes get a little teary but then you said “oink.”

I nodded and said “okay, well go and get the waiter we are done here!”

You said “oink!”

I watched as you walked over to the waiter. I turned my head back to the table and closed my eyes and dropped my head a little in shame, I had just enjoyed the most perfect meal of my life. The food was good, but you had made it all perfect.

(I admit I was starting to feel a little destroyed again, having shut you down like that, I could have listened to you for hours, but again tonight wasn’t about what I wanted, but what you wanted from me.)

You came back to me with the waiter, and I settled the bill. I said to you “does he deserve a tip?” you looked at me and said “oink”, and just like the busker I could see the confused look on the waiter’s face and gave him a generous tip and a little bit more to tell the chefs to get themselves a well-deserved drink as well.

I got up off my chair and held out my hand, I didn’t even have to watch you this time, I could feel your hand rushing towards mine.

As we were leaving the restaurant your beauty was still drawing the eyes of most of the room.

We stepped out of the restaurant, the temperature seemed to have dropped quite a bit, we started to walk up through the streets of the city centre.

As we turned the corner to another street, the moonlight suddenly latched onto you, I smiled at the karma of the deserved spotlight shining on you.

As we were getting closer to our hotel, we could see the College and University students enjoying their “Freshers Week” .

Everyone seemed to be half naked in slutty uniforms and clearly some more drunk than others. I saw one girl; I had a feeling I knew her but couldn’t place where from.

In that instant, I could feel your hand grip a little tighter, I realised you must be watching me, so against all instinct I made myself look at more of the woman as we were walking, I could feel your hand grip tighter, so I stopped, right in the middle of the street.

I looked at you and said, “there are some sexy looking piggies’ about aren’t there?”

You paused for a second, I could sense you were fighting yourself to say something else, but settled on saying “oink!”

(I started to realise that there was a part of me that was starting to enjoy my new role for today)

I then had a lightbulb moment and looked at you and said, “none of these girls have anything on that attractive little piggy in latex from earlier.”

For a split second I was certain I saw a smile flash across your face, maybe you were just trying to mess with me, I could sense your breathing rising in the cold air and you said “oink!”

I waited a second and said “I hadn’t asked you a question” you turned your head a little and looked off into the distance, I could tell from the look on your face you were annoyed you had slipped up, it was cute.

As we carried on walking, I looked to see if the busker from earlier was there, but he had moved on, it was a shame, it would have been nice to see you enjoy the music again but this time with the moonlight weaving itself through the surface of your body.

Before I knew it, we were at the foot of the hotel. I smiled at the receptionist and pressed the button for the elevator.

You seemed quiet, so I stumbled for something to say and decided to say, “have you enjoyed your evening piggy?” you said “oink!”

I looked at you and said, “you have pleased me very much so far piggy!” I could see your face light up a little as you seemed to have been longing for feedback for quite some time, and were happy with what you heard.

We reached our floor, we stepped off and made our way to the room, I pulled the key from my pocket and looked towards you, and you looked up at me ready to serve. I said, “go on then” and handed you the key.

You opened the door and turned to me and said, “thank you for telling me that I have pleased you….so far, but the night isn’t over yet Paul.”

I said, “is that so?” you looked at me with almost ferocious intensity and bit your full bottom lip like earlier and slowly but seductively nodded. I could tell all sorts of ideas were dancing behind your eyes.

I couldn’t help but smile, we walked into the room, I said “I’m just going to the toilet quick piggy”.

I immediately went to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and wondered to myself if I could end the piggy fantasy now, and tell you that we had previously shared the greatest weekend of my life, but today was the greatest day of my life.

I thought about it for a second and said, there are not many more hours in the evening left, I can’t give up on what she has wanted from me now, the conflict in my head was debilitating, but I had made my choice, I was going to be all in now.

I splashed a little cold water in my face, stood up, threw my shoulders back, took a deep breath and turned to go open the bathroom door.

I held the door handle for a second and wondered what on earth was going to greet me on the other side, I wondered what ideas my goddess had been having while I was gone.

I opened the door, and there you were, standing naked, you have your arms together across your chest, slightly cushioning your tits, you start to twirl around, giving me the full 360 view of you.

I saw you smile; my body had clearly given away that I was enjoying what I was seeing. Before I had a chance to say anything you said “Paul, Master, what do you want to do to me”

I was literally speechless, you twirled slower and more seductively this time and said “I need you to tell me what you want Paul, then I can obey” again I was speechless, this had to be some kind of dream.

You walked towards me, the curves of your body moving with each step. There you were in front of me, your eyes wide accompanied with an eager to please smile.

You leaned towards me and whispered “Paul, you can do what you want to me, I don’t know if I will like it or not, but I will do it for you anyway.”