Sequel to Weekend with Goddess - Part 2

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.”
(The thought of you giving yourself over to me like this was incredible, just like our unforgettable weekend, you had made my cock hard enough to have been capable of cutting diamonds)

My jaw dropped a little, but then I composed myself, looked at you and said, “remember piggy, oink! for yes and oink! for no!” you nodded slowly with a big, excited smile and said “oink! oink!”
(Right then and there you had removed all shackles, all restraints, the freedom, the control was overwhelming, so many things started running through my head, in that moment I could have opened the hotel window and should that I was the luckiest guy in the world)
The silence was just building anticipation, our eyes were locked, I think we both knew this was going to be the start of another special night. I looked your body up and down one time and said, “come here piggy!” you were literally a piece of paper distance away from my lips.