*** 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.”
“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.
“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 *******.
“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 **** 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.
“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 **** 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.”
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 ******* 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.
They kissed, and immediately she began stroking his cock under his pants. Soon, she was on her knees, on the balcony, her head bobbing up and down on his massive cock. Clothes came off, they went inside back to the couch, and soon their fucking reached an intensity that had Justine screaming wildly. The master fucked her from behind, and when he came, she could feel it splattering all over her back.
Justine thought that would be the end of it, but to her surprise, the master stayed hard, and after a little foreplay, they were soon fucking again. She sat on his lap, bouncing her ass up and down and rubbing her tits all over his fact and head. They were so big that he could practically get his whole head in between them.
They fucked and not only did Justine climax over and over, riding ever higher waves of intensity, the master came multiple times, and each time unloaded a garden hose spray of cum. Justine was practically covered and the couch was a mess. Justine got lost in time, and when she came out of the haze of constant ecstasy, she was amazed that they had been fucking for hours. She had never experienced anything even remotely similar with Trent. She didn’t even think that kind of sex was possible.
They lay on the large spacious couch for a while, talking softly.
“Can you promise me something?” Justine asked. “I can accept now that only you can fuck me the way I need. But I still love my husband. I don’t want to end it with him just for a sexual adventure. Can you promise me that if I keep seeing you that you won’t do anything to let him know?” The master laughed a little.
“If that’s what you want,” the master said, “then I will let you continue to see your husband.” Justine was about to argue with him over phrasing it like that. How dare he say “let”, as if it were all his choice. He was so arrogant it was frustrating. However, at this point, she didn’t want to argue because potentially the master could ****** their affair to Trent, and she didn’t want that. “You’re going to come with me so that I can show you real sexual power and pleasure.” Justine smiled and snuggled a little closer to the master. She knew that unlike her and Trent’s attempts to find more sexual adventure, the master could really deliver. However, she was also a little concerned.
“I can’t just get away any time, though,” Justine said.
“You will come when I want you,” the master said confidently, “because you know what it is you will feel. You will just have to figure out for yourself how to conceal it from your husband.” Justine hated the way he spoke as if he were the king of everything. Yet she knew he was right. Now that she had accepted that she was going to have this affair, she figured the only thing to do was experience it fully. If she was going to risk her marriage, then what would be the point of risking it for only a part of the possible experience?
Justine smiled. She felt that she might be able to arrange something truly perfect. If she could have the master satisfying her sexually, and Trent being the perfect husband, then she would have it all. She would have the sex life that she expected for her self. It was unfair to Trent, but she thought that the affair with the master was most likely going to be temporary. After all, it was just sex and she loved Trent. In time, hopefully she could figure out how to take what worked about sex with the master and make that a part of her life with Trent. In the long run, it would be better for her marriage.
All it took was convincing Trent to go along with it for a while. She knew she could add more fake shifts at work, modelling gigs, and more “girl’s nights out” in order to explain her time away from Trent. The trickier part was that she just couldn’t seriously consider having sex with Trent now that she had the master to satisfy her so completely. Sex with Trent would be undeniably pathetic in comparison, and it would be best to avoid that comparison. Convincing Trent to take a break from sex would be a true test of his devotion to her.
Justine came home with her legs feeling weak from the waves of intense orgasm she had endured. It was almost painful letting out so many intense climaxes. It was as if her body had stored up years of sexual tension that was being released by the master’s cock. There was an echo of the sold-as-steel rod inside her, and of course the taste of his cum in her mouth. She held onto it, the way one savors the taste of dessert, as she came home.
As if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she came home bright and cheery, and Trent could tell immediately that her mood was very different from the last few weeks. She even looked more attractive, with her glowing smile, and her manner, which Trent couldn’t have known was the afterglow of having been fucked by another man. He pressed up against her, and they kissed, but they both felt that awkwardness of knowing that if they kept going, the sex would probably be unsatisfying and frustrating. This time, though, there was a difference. Justine wasn’t bothered, and she was so at ease with just not expecting or forcing any sex that Trent was also put at ease.
He wanted to talk about it, but she was so exhausted from having been fucking for hours that she collapsed into bed immediately.
“So what changed?” Trent asked over breakfast the next morning,
“I talked some things over with my friends yesterday,” Justine said, continuing a lie that she had thought out in advance, “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.” She had to hold back from giggling at the unintended pun of “input”. The word reminded her of the master’s cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston. She shifted her legs as the memory gave her a twinge of excitement.
“What did you decide?” Trent asked. Justine was concerned how to react, as she knew this was a deciding moment. She had made up her mind last night that the perfect plan was that she would have her sexual needs met by the master, and continue her perfect marriage in every other way with Trent. It was unfair to him, not only because she would be lying to him and betraying him constantly, but also that he would not be having any sex.
Her perfect life would only work though, if Trent agreed to what she was about to suggest.
“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 Justine could tell that he was bothered. She looked into his eyes and could see them looking down at her tits. She knew how she turned him on, and she knew it would be hard on him to look at her but not touch her. It was so unfair, but since there was no way she could admit to how she was betraying him, it was the only way. “Why do you now think that’s a good idea?” Trent said.
“Girls talk about things,” Justine said with a giggle. She knew that good lies don’t get too detailed. “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 was thrilled and she jumped up so that she could bend over to kiss Trent on the forehead. As she did so, she saw how Trent stared at her tits while they jiggled and wobbled with her every movement. At that moment she realized that it wasn’t going to just be difficult for Trent to abstain from sex for her, but that it would be torture. A constant tease. She felt guilty about that, though at the same time, much like she realized that his absolute trust in her gave her power, so did this. And she liked the feeling of power.
As they snuggled in bed that night, Justine felt that she had found the perfect balance. She had a loving husband who adored her and could fulfill that part of her that wanted simple companionship. It was a textbook perfect marriage, in terms of how they got along. At the same time, she could be fully sexually satisfied by the master. She could leave the domestic world of her husband and escape to a rich and fulfilling fantasy life that her husband couldn’t provide. She would be fucked regularly. Justine recognized that was so totally unfair to Trent that he got no sex while she would be having regular and incredible sex, but Justine vowed that later she would figure out how to solve that problem. After all, Trent wasn’t going to be satisfied in a marriage without sex forever. For the time being, though, Justine figured she would enjoy her perfect situation, and hope that some kind of alternative would occur to her before Trent became too frustrated.
Justine was a little worried that the master would want to see her constantly, and make it impossible to justify so much time away from Trent. However, it turned out he made her go see him about three times a week. Justine was able to cover some times by pretending she got some extra modelling jobs or some shifts at her part time job at the make up counter. On some occasions, though, the master would insist on seeing her later at night, sometimes Friday or Saturday, and that meant Justine had to make up “girls night out” events where she went out with friends and Trent couldn’t come. The master arranged it so that one of his young slaves was available to take the part of one of Justine’s friends in case Trent called, so Justine knew she could get away with it.
At first, Justine would dress conservatively on her way out the door so Trent wouldn’t get too much interest in where she was going or what she was doing. Then, when she was out out sight, she would change into clothes she had on underneath or in her bag, incredibly provocative expensive dresses and boots that the master gave her. However, it was such a hassle to coordinate not only what to wear but how to conceal and carry everything, that she started to allow Trent to see a little more of what she was actually going to wear each time.
As Trent began to notice her wearing more and more sexy things, he couldn’t help but become interested in what she was doing. He didn’t suspect anything, at least not at first, because he believed that if Justine wasn’t being satisfied by him, it was unlikely that she could somehow solve her sexual hang ups with some random guy that she couldn’t communicate with as deeply as she could with Trent. He couldn’t have possibly imagined how wrong he was, but still, he wasn’t suspicious of her. He just became aware that she was becoming more showy in the way she dressed, and he wanted to participate in that. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of being out with the most beautiful woman when she was showing off.
Justine had to become more insistent in refusing having Trent come out with her as she got sexier. Which would make you think that she would counter by toning down her dresses. However, Justine became aware of another curious feeling. She liked how Trent reacted when he saw her going out the door. It wasn’t just that she liked his admiration of how she looked, she also liked his frustration at not being able to accompany her. She liked the tease. It gave her a sense of power, of having what he wanted but decided whether or not he could have it. She justified it in her mind by choosing to believe that maybe it was the first hint that she could build a sexual attraction with Trent. However, part of her knew that there was simply an undeniable excitement that she felt just knowing how much he wanted her while she was away from her.
If Trent got that excited by just seeing how she dressed when she went out, his mind would have been completely blown away if he knew what she did when she met the master. Justine was not just having sex, but wild, intense and intensely erotic sex. The master fucked her hard, and released a wild abandon inside of Justine that was pure excitement to watch. He fucked her cunt, her mouth, her tits and her ass. Sometimes other women would join in, and Justine found that she liked it. She enjoyed it with other women both because she loved the idea of being sexually desired by both genders, and she loved the way the master would watch.
A typical night with the master involved Justine heading over to his place where he would have drinks or possibly dinner served by maids. They would talk about casual things, nothing ever too serious, and flirt and kiss. Then, as the night went on, they would end up fucking wherever in the master’s palatial penthouse the impulse struck them. Justine’s favourite place to fuck was outside on the balcony overlooking the city. She knew it was very unlikely anyone saw her, but she liked the possibility, as if she were somehow queen over the whole city, and they would all want to see her in the throws of passion if they could.
Sometimes, the master would take Justine to orgies or similar sex parties. Once or twice, the master allowed her to be fucked by other men, two and three at a time, while the master watched, while he himself was serviced by another woman. There was a definite rule, which never had to be said, that Justine would only fuck other men if it was as much for the master’s entertainment as for Justine’s pleasure. Usually, the master kept Justine for himself, as she was always the most desired woman at the party and both he and Justine liked the overwhelming sense of desire for her that could almost be physically felt in the air. She didn’t really need other men, though. The ones at the orgies were more satisfying than Trent, but nowhere near as satisfying as the master.
Now that Justine was fully embracing the life that she had set up for herself, she could really feel how unfair it was to Trent. There was no denying that everything Justine was doing with the master was what Trent ached to do with her himself. The more intense the sexual experience, the more it was obviously unfair to Trent. After all, Trent had worked for years to build a quality relationship with Justine, and if anyone deserved the intense sexual experience that could be had with her, it was Trent, and not this man who casually stepped into her life and without having had to do a single thing, indulged in Justine in any way he saw fit. It would crush Trent to know that she was fucking another man. However, to know how far it went, and how much she loved it, would possibly kill him.
That feeling of just how unfair it all was to Trent on top of how much of a betrayal it was didn’t stop her at all, though. Justine continued travelling between two worlds, one made entirely of sex and sin, and the other made of domestic love. She was determined that the world of the master be purely about sex, which is why she never discussed anything too serious with him. Although she knew that she was betraying her husband to a degree that most people, Trent first and foremost, would consider completely outrageous and totally unforgivable, keeping it strictly about sex and not having any emotional betrayals as well allowed her some room to think that maybe there was something redeemable in the situation. It was just physical, and she thought that was something that could maybe change. Her affair with the master might fade if the novelty of it all wore off, but the love she had for Trent was forever.
Despite trying to keep this mental distinction, though, it was sometimes hard to make the transition from the master’s world back into her regular life. She would come home from the master, exhausted, slightly sore inside, the taste of his cock in her mouth, and feeling an afterglow of satisfaction and then be greeted by Trent who was obviously suffering from not having any sex in his life and needing to talk and communicate and trying to bridge the gap between them. Even though she could understand his need to try and talk things over to try and find ways to repair their sex life, which is something that Justine also wanted, she still found it hard to be enthusiastic about the long conversations. She was, after all, completely sexually fulfilled and satisfied. It made conversing with him into the night about emotional needs and so on a little tiresome. Her mind would wander, thinking about the master’s cock and the things he had done to her just a little earlier. The more Trent might talk about how they could get together physically, the more she would compare him to the master and she couldn’t help but think that she was already satisfied.
It went on this way for weeks. Trent didn’t seem to suspect anything, as Justine was completely consistent about the times she said she was working or going out with friends.
One time, when Justine had said she would be out with friends, Trent thought of calling her, just to check in. He wasn’t suspecting her of having lied about anything, but he did feel a little left out, and wanted to just call to have a connection between himself and her time away from him. He dialled the number, and a woman he didn’t know answered.
“Hello,” the woman said, “this is Justine’s 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.
What he didn’t realise was that the woman was one of the master’s servants, and she was on the same bed as Justine and the master. Justine was on her back as the master relentlessly pounded his massive cock into her, like the piston of a machine. There was music in the background, but it was just some music playing on the master’s stereo. When Justine’s phone range, the servant picked it up and, looking at the display screen, said it was someone named Trent. Justine had to try and stop screaming in ecstasy, while the master calmly held back his grunting, though he maintained his powerful motions. Since Justine was finding it hard to constrain herself, the master nodded to the girl so that she would answer the 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. “Is Justine there?”
“Yes, she’s here,” the girl said with a smooth and polite tone. She gave no hint at all of anything wrong. “She’s just having some fun with friends. Do you need me to get her for you?”
“Yes,” Trent said, “thanks.” The girl looked at Justine to see if Justine was capable yet of not screaming while being fucked. Justine was biting her lip, and looking at the master shaking her head, indicating that she didn’t think she could do it. The master, however, with a devious glint in his eye, motioned for Lina to hand the phone to Justine. All the while, he kept up his intense pounding of Justine’s pussy. Lina handed the phone over to Justine, and Justine took it and held it to her ear.
“Hi honey,” Justine said, trying to sound as casual as possible, but there was a slight quiver in her voice. “What’s up?” It was hard to keep her breath calm enough for speaking with her huge breasts rolling back and forth with every thrust of the master’s cock.
“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, biting her lip to try and hold back a moan, “That’s sweet. We’ll talk when I get home, okay?” Justine hoped that she could get off the phone quickly, because she felt a tension inside of her that was on the verge of making her climax. Something about having Trent on the phone talking to her so innocently, not being aware of how she was betraying him with another man right under his nose, it was exciting and she liked it. However, at the same time, she felt guilty for this new feeling, knowing that what she was doing would hurt him so much if he realized, which he might do at any moment. The guilt, however, somehow only made the feeling even more intense. She liked the feeling but didn’t like that she liked it. She thought it made her a bad person, but she liked that she was a bad person who could get away with it. There was that undercurrent of power in getting away with being bad. It was a rush, and she felt the impending climax welling up inside her and she knew it would be the most powerful one yet.
“Is something wrong?” Trent said, “Your voice sounds a little funny.”
“I,” Justine said, and for a moment a thought of frustration passed in her mind. ‘Why doesn’t this whining loser get off the fucking phone so I can cum!’ she thought, but then brushed that thought aside because she knew that it was just the result of frustration. “I’m fine. The girls and I have just been drinking a bit.”
“You sound out of breath, though,” Trent said, and Justine wanted to scream for him to just get off the fucking phone. Although it was the very fact that she was fucking another man while he had no idea which was making Justine more and more excited, the inner fight inside her was getting harder to control. The more excited and aroused she felt, the more guilty, the more bad, the more powerful, the more evil. She was scared to give in to the implications of what she was feeling, and the only way to stop it was to get Trent off the phone.
“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?” Justine said, knowing that she was being a little rushed in a way that might make Trent a little suspicious, but she had to risk it.
“It’s okay,” Trent said, “I just wanted to hear your voice. Have a good time.”
“Okay, bye” Justine said quickly as she didn’t think she could stand it any more.
“Love you,” Trent said, but as he was halfway through, Justine shut the phone and then immediately came harder than she had ever cum before. She dropped the phone to the side of the bed like she forgot she even had it in her hand. Her back arched and she screamed like a wild woman, calling out to the master but not making any real words. The master pulled out, and with the girl servant taking his cock and pumping it for him, he came over Justine, soaking her from her stomach to her face in cum. As usual, the master had an impressive amount of cum, and it managed to almost cover Justine’s huge breasts.
When all the thrashing was over, the master lay down beside her. Then he waved the girl off to go get some water for the two of them.
“Do you think he knew what you were doing?” the master asked with an amused tone, as if he would be equally entertained if Trent had heard or if he had been completely *******.
“He doesn’t suspect anything,” Justine said.
“Is he stupid, or just too much in love with you to think of such things?” The master asked.
“Both,” Justine said, and then they both laughed. As soon as she said it, she couldn’t believe she would say something so mean about her own husband. She meant it as a joke, but it seemed a little too real as it passed her lips. When the master laughed, though, Justine felt good about sharing a laugh with him about something. The master was the type of person to think everyone else was stupid, so maybe she was just playing along with him, and didn’t really think that’s how she felt about Trent. She couldn’t deny, though, that if she allowed herself to play along with the master putting down her husband and doing it herself, it would be another level of betrayal, something more than just sex. She put away the thoughts in hopes that maybe it just wouldn’t come up again and so she wouldn’t have to confront it. She and the master lay quietly together enjoying the post coital mood before Justine eventually headed home.
When she got home, she was surprised that Trent didn’t want to talk about having called her. She was worried that something in her voice gave something away, and that he would start making accusations. However, he just told her he lover her, and they went to bed, falling asleep with her in his arms without any incident of any kind. Justine was happy that she got away with it.
As Justine lay in bed beside him, she couldn’t believe that Trent hadn’t been able to detect something. She couldn’t help but wonder, as the master did, if Trent was too dumb to see it, or if he really was that blinded by love. Justine thought about it and decided that Trent, who in most situations seemed pretty smart, must be completely devoted to her. With that level of devotion, Justine could potentially get away with anything. She realized that she had a kind of power over Trent she didn’t appreciate before. He loved her so much that she could probably convince him of anything. It was up to her how she wanted to go ahead with her situation. She went asleep satisfied, a new sense of control that made her feel safe that she could maintain her double life as long as she needed.
After that Justine became blatant about dressing sexily when she went out to see the master, since she knew she had Trent wrapped around her finger. On top of her new confidence, the fact that she was dressing sexily for any particular reason at any time was that she also started to dress sexier in general. Trent didn’t know enough about fashion to know that the new dresses, skirts, tight jeans, shirts, tall boots and high heels that Justine was wearing were far too expensive for her to have been buying on her own. While he loved how they looked, he had no idea that they couldn’t simply be bought at the usual stores Justine shopped at.
Justine felt nothing could hold her back, as Trent patiently waited for her at home, always willing to provide a loving domestic life, while she was out being fucked by another man, and sometimes with other women. Since he even seemed to have stopped having the long conversations with her, her life became so much more comfortable. She had it all.
More importantly, she felt she deserved it. Something about being with the master had shown her a different side of things. The master, and some of the people she met at the sex parties they went to, had an attitude of entitlement that would be mere arrogance if they didn’t always get exactly what they wanted. The master also indicated to Justine that she was of a class of people who got what they wanted. Or at least that she could be if she accepted it. Slowly, she was starting to accept it.
When she was with the master, his servants and everyone else in his world deferred to her as they did to him. When she wasn’t with the master and in her normal life, now that she was dressing more provocatively, she was much more aware of how desired she was. She was actually hit on by men a little less but gawked at more, and it was clear that now she was intimidating them. Only the boldest men tried with her, and she enjoyed shooting them down.
In the master’s world, there was also an element of S&M. Sometimes at the kinkier parties, people would be tied up and whipped. The master sometimes engaged in it, and Justine tried it a few times as well. She liked making people crawl and beg for her. Somehow, though, when she whipped them, it didn’t quite excite her as much as she thought. Nonetheless, She was surrounded on all sides by people who desired her, people who would serve her, people who obeyed her, people who deferred to her. Not just in the master’s world where it was explicit, but also in her normal world, where men would go out of their way to do her favors, where women would suck up to her, and where her husband adored her.
It was that growing sense of deserve that helped push her over into making a change in her relationship with the master.
Trent came home from work one day where Justine had been making dinner, and he mentioned that Justine’s favorite band, with a female singer and three musicians that did slightly mellow but dance-able electronic music, were going to do a small, intimate concert.
“Oh my god!” Justine said excitedly, “can we get tickets?”
“I’ll try,” Trent said, as he sat in front of the computer and logged on to the ticket web site. After twenty minutes, though, he came back into the kitchen with a look on his face that gave away the answer. “Sorry, they’re completely sold out already. They must have sold out within minutes of when they went online. I tried to find some scalpers, but the prices they’re selling for is hundreds of dollars per ticket. Sorry.”
Justine stood with her back to Trent as she tended to something on the stove. In her mind, she thought about how the master almost certainly could take her. For Trent, it was a question of ability. For Justine, it was whether or not she was willing to take that step, to do something non sexual with the master. Then she suddenly felt it inside her, her sense of deserve. The whole reason the master was fucking her was because she was in the same class of people as him. She loved the sex as much as the master did, so it wasn’t that she needed compensation or anything. However, how many of all the guys who hit on her or fawned over her would kill to be able to take her to something like this concert? How much did Trent want to take her? She was in demand, people would want to give her things, and she could have them if she wanted. Why not take advantage of what she had?
“It’s okay,” Justine said, “I think I have to work that night anyway. The make up counter asked me to help with inventory, and it was supposed to go late into the night. If I cancelled, the other girls would have to work even later, and I’d feel guilty.” Justine was proud of herself for coming up with a perfect lie so quickly, which made it seem perfectly natural.
“I feel bad that I can’t take you,” Trent said as he sat down at their kitchen table. “Are you sure you have to work? I’d love to take you out to do something in it’s place.”
“Don’t be silly,” Justine said as she leaned over to kiss Trent on the forehead. “It’s not like you were obligated to take me or anything. I won’t even think about it.”
However, Justine could hardly think of anything else. Going to the concert wasn’t just about enjoying the music she loved, it was also about being able to do whatever she wanted. The next day, when she was out of the house and away from Trent, she made the unusual step of phoning the master. Up until then, it was always him who called her.
“Master,” Justine said, “there’s a concert I want you to take me to.” Justine was deliberate in phrasing it as a command. The master never asked, and she wanted to be like that.
“Of course, Justine,” the master said without hesitation. “Just tell me the details, and I will arrange everything.”
Next Saturday night, Justine was picked up by the silver limousine, as usual, but this time the master was inside. They kissed passionately when they met, but didn’t go further. Tonight was a little different.
The master took her to an expensive restaurant that she didn’t even know existed. It was a small, boutique restaurant where there were no menus and the chef simply prepared a meal that they felt one would like. The wine was many thousands of dollars per bottle. The master seemed to know everyone there, and he was civil, engaging, and well liked. It was a side of him that surprised Justine a little because she had only ever seen him in their highly sexual encounters.
From the restaurant they went to the concert, and it was even better than she imagined. Justine and the master were escorted in by a private entrance away from the line up and the crowds, and were guided to a special VIP area, a little off to the side of the stage, but with an up close and intimate view. While the masses danced in a crowd in front of the stage, Justine danced privately for the master. She gave him more than one lap dance which ended up as intense make out sessions, but Justine was just as much into the music as the sex. The master also enjoyed the music, though he had a more calm and reserved style. His pleasure seemed to mainly be in watching Justine enjoy herself. She was so excited she was like a little girl who just got a pony for her birthday.
After the concert, the master took her back stage to meet the band. They all seemed to know him already, and deferred to him as if he was someone who had done them huge favors in the past. She looked at the master with new admiration. He wasn’t just a god in the bedroom, he had this whole other world where he was known, admired, and obeyed.
Justine and the master stayed with the band as there was an impromptu party that formed in the green room. Some other famous people were there, and it was pretty wild. Eventually, everyone else wanted to continue the party and take it to an all night club, but Justine had had her fill of fun, and she was ready to head home. She also felt that she didn’t want this to be the first time she broke her schedule and cause Trent to worry. It might spoil her fun if Trent started to call her all night long and wanted to get into some long whining discussion.
She didn’t have the master take her home immediately, though. She told the chauffeur to take them on a scenic drive, and in the roomy back seat of the limousine, she gave the master the best blow job she had given him to this point. She was more attracted to him than ever. They fucked while the city lights went by, and Justine came again and again as she smothered his face with her huge pillowy breasts, which the master particularly liked.
The master almost seemed to time it perfectly as they pulled up to the corner where she would be dropped off, and he completely filled her mouth with his cum. She hungrily swallowed it all, and then smiled her beautiful smile before stepping out of the car.
She was on cloud nine when she went up to the apartment, and she was surprised when she entered the apartment and found it dark except for candles everywhere. They formed a pathway that led into the living room, which was filled with candles everywhere. In the background, some of the more mellow music by the band Justine had just seen was playing. Trent was there, holding some wine. Justine looked at Trent, puzzled.
“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.” It was a very sweet gesture.
Justine let out a giggle, and Trent smiled. He smiled because he thought the giggle was an expression of happiness. What he didn’t realize was that Justine was holding back from laughing in his face. Having just been treated to the concert in a way that Trent could never ever do, so his efforts seemed to Justine to be a pathetic form of compensation. She realized that sweet gestures are what people who can’t do the real thing do. For the first time, Justine had a slight feeling that Trent was kind of a loser.
Still, she knew that she had to play along a little bit. She licked her teeth and the inside of her mouth hoping to get the taste of the master’s cum out enough so she could kiss Trent. He embraced her and offered her a sip of wine. It tasted mundane compared to the truly fine wine she had earlier. The music sounded tinny compared to the live performance. The candles were a pale imitation of the ambiance of the master’s place. As Trent squeezed her lovingly, Justine rolled her eyes when he couldn’t see her, and she felt that all this was beneath her now.
She would giggle now and again, as lyrics in the songs would remind her of moments in the concert, and the contrast between then and now made Trent’s efforts seem that much more ridiculous. Trent seemed to take her giggling as enjoyment, and would hug her and smile at her, making her even more prone to laughing at him inside. it was all she could do to not just burst out laughing and mock him for trying so hard and still not being able to give her what she deserved. The more oblivious he was to how she was really feeling, the more she felt like he was a sucker.
From this point on, Justine opened the door to more of a relationship with the master. He took her out to art galleries, which Justine always thought seemed to be a boring place to go, but it was different when you were attending the opening galas where all the right people attended and the expensive wine flowed. The master took her to exotic restaurants, to live shows of all kind that fascinated her, and to parties among rich and beautiful people. She didn’t worry about bumping into anyone she knew, because it was like a whole new world, and neither Trent or any of their friends could afford to be in any of the places the master took her.
Now it was more like a second relationship, where Justine and the master would go out to do interesting things, and then they would go back to his place and fuck for ages. Sometimes they would fuck other places too, and they still attended the orgies and sex parties that they used to before. It was a new kind of relationship for Justine, where the sex was not only incredible, but always present in everything they did. He would touch her any way he liked even when they were out, and she would covertly stroke his cock, underneath tables or wherever she could get away with it. Sometimes it was simply a matter of the way she stood in front of him but would back into him to press her perfect ass into him.
It was a little harder to balance the time between her world with Trent, which she still liked for its relaxed, simple qualities, and the new relationship with the master because the dates with the master now varied more in when they happened. However, she managed to keep it straight. She also had quit her job at the make up counter, as she now felt it was beneath her, and she only took modelling jobs that she thought would make pictures that would please the master. She didn’t tell Trent about cutting back on her work, though, so she was more able to keep going out on the pretense of working when she wasn’t.
Since she was working so much less, one a few occasions she even used the excuse of saying she was going to work even when she wasn’t going to see the master. Now she knew a few places to go, exclusive small cafes and bars, where she was known and treated with the deference she was coming to expect. She would sometimes go to these places just to enjoy herself, and get away from Trent.
One evening, she left to go out to just sit at an upscale bar and enjoy men hitting on her and turning them down. Before she turned men down by declaring her love for her husband. Now she enjoyed stringing men along and then leaving them disappointed. She liked to think of cruel ways to dismiss them. On this one night, she told Trent, who was staying at home, that she was going to a short shift at the make up counter. However, she got half way to the bar, and realized she didn’t have her cell phone. She didn’t like to be without it in case the master called, so she decided to head back to the apartment. She figured she would tell Trent some lie about needing some information from her contact list in her phone for work or something. It had become second nature to lie to Trent.
When she got home, she entered the apartment without saying anything, and, without really thinking about it, she happened to not make much noise. She went into the bedroom where she thought her phone might be, and when she opened the door to the darkened room, she gasped. She saw Trent on the bed with his pants down around his knees, and he was masturbating. Or at least, he was until the moment she stepped in the room.
“Oh my god,” Justine said, not sure if she was amused or what.
“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 *******.
“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. She knew that he would never think about anyone else. 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, “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 **** 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.
Justine jumped up because she suddenly found she was so turned on she just had to see the master. She made a quick excuse about having to get back to work and rushed out the door. She phoned the master and he sent his limousine out for her immediately. She could barely sit still in the back of the limousine she was so turned on.
When she got to the master’s penthouse, she found him in his living room, with a naked woman with red hair and huge tits hanging from a rope in the ceiling, and two other servants waiting in attendance to the master. He had a riding crop and was whipping the woman hanging from the ceiling. This wasn’t entirely unusual for the master, though, so Justine didn’t really think about it as she rushed in and began kissing the master passionately and stroking his cock under his casual pants. If she had thought about it, she might have recognized the red head as one of the servants, who was probably being punished for some kind of mistake.
“This is unusual,” the master said, “for you to be so spontaneous.” Justine had started to undress, and help the master undress too.
“I found my husband masturbating,” Justine said, pulling out the master’s long thick member, “I made him spank off until he came. I don’t know why, but it just drove me crazy and I needed to come to you.” Justine got down on her knees and began kissing and licking the master’s hard cock.
“Ah,” the master said, as if he knew exactly what was going on. “I think you do know what is going on, Justine. I think it’s finally time for you to stop holding back and embrace who you really are.” Justine looked up at the master. His massive rod was stretching out her mouth, but her eyes showed confusion. She had been fucking the master for months now, letting him fuck her any way he wanted. She wondered how it was that she hadn’t already let out her wild side. “Come Justine, stand up,” the master said, lifting Justine to her feet. She was reluctant to let his cock out of her mouth, but she always obeyed the master. He turned her around so that she was facing the woman who was tied up. He placed the riding crop into her hand. “You can hurt this woman as much as you want. You are her superior. How does that make you feel?”
“I,” Justine said, and she looked down at the riding crop contemplating it, “I like it, a little. I like having power over her. But,” Justine said and she lowered the riding crop. “But what?” the master asked. “But, she might not want to be whipped, but she wants to be dominated. In a way, she wants this, and so she doesn’t suffer as much as someone who hurts for real. If it’s not real pain, then it’s not real power.”
“Ah,” the master said again, and he turned Justine back around to face him. He took the riding crop from her hand and without looking behind him, passed it back to one of the maids who dutifully took it from him. “There is no pain greater, no pain more true, no pain more real than the pain of one’s heart breaking. To tie someone up and whip them is easy. To make someone truly love you and then take that away from them, that takes real power.”
Justine looked up at the master with a puzzled look. Then it hit her like a freight train. She always knew she loved being desired. She loved rejecting men. She loved having power over the servants and people in the master’s world. None of that, though, compared to how it felt to think about how her husband would be crushed by finding out how she had been betraying him for all this time. Knowing that he was at home pathetically spanking off while she was out having the best sex. That she was doing everything her husband would want but with another man. His heart would be shattered. And it would be because of her, because she decided it for him. It was the ultimate expression of one’s love for another, the moment when they say “I can’t live without you,” and to see that they mean it by watching their life crumble.
In this moment Justine realized that what she had been searching for all this time, the feeling that she needed to make her climax, had been with her all along. She wanted to hurt people. She wanted to be evil, wicked and cruel. She wanted to be above morality and stupid rules for lesser people. She wanted to give in to her most sadistic desires and not feel the slightest bit guilty. The master had shown her that this was possible.
And all this time, she was unknowingly constructing the perfect victim for her sadism, her own husband. He loved her so much, he was so devoted, that breaking his heart would be the most delicious act of cruelty to inaugurate the new Justine.
If Justine was excited when she came in the room, she was uncontrollable now. She practically attacked the master, pressing herself against him and kissing him passionately. She knocked him back onto a couch where they began fucking immediately. Justine had thought she had already freed herself of all inhibitions so that she could climax as hard as possible, but here she found that she had not yet fully reached the heights of ecstasy. She came quickly, and came so hard she cried. They kept going, with Justine riding a wave of orgasm that transcended all perception of reality. She was in another world. She screamed with abandon.
An hour later they collapsed together. Justine was covered in the master’s cum, and they were both exhausted. Everything felt different now. Justine knew who she was.
“What do I do now?” Justine asked.
“There are two ways to savor the suffering of your husband,” the master said, at ease with the topic as if he were merely describing how to bake a cake, “one is to enjoy the lies and betrayal, to know what he doesn’t and enjoy getting away with it. The other is to ****** it to him and watch his heart break.”
“I want both,” Justine said without hesitation. She was not only not the slightest bit in doubt or guilty anymore, she was enthusiastic about it.
“Then we shall do things a little bit different from now on,” the master said. “The first step is that for the next little while, for as long as you want to enjoy it, when you are with your husband, you are going to be the perfect wife, so that he will love you all the more.”
“Even though I’m betraying him completely,” Justine said, just because she liked hearing it out loud. She snuggled up a little tighter to the master.
“Master?” The red head said, with an obvious ache in her voice indicating that having been tied up and neglected for so long her arms were hurting. The master and Justine turned to look at her and the two servants who they had completely forgotten about, even though they had been just a few yards away the whole time Justine and the master were fucking. Then they looked at each other. The moment was another reminder of the power they had, to be so completely at ease with not having consideration for other people that they could just forget about a woman who was tied up, it seemed like a kind of completion of the realization Justine had just had about her status in this world. They both laughed, and continued to take their time at their leisure.
The next day, after Trent went to work, the master came over to Trent and Justine’s apartment for the first time. He looked out of place in his expensive suit in their average apartment, but his clothes didn’t stay on long. They were in Trent and Justine’s bed, fucking, within minutes of his arrival.
“Tell me, Justine, say it out loud,” the master said, “how does it feel to be fucking another man in your husband’s bed?”
“Oh goooood!” Justine moaned. “I love it! I can’t imagine how much it would hurt him if he walked in right now!” Justine and the master laughed. They talked constantly about how pathetic it was that he was masturbating to his own wife, while she was fucking someone else. She mocked him for being to stupid to see how obvious it was that she was cheating on him. They laughed at him, and she loved every minute of it.
They fucked for most of the afternoon, and the master was sure to get cum not only over as much of Justine as possible, but to also make sure the bed sheets were soaked as well. They fucked until the last possible moment they thought they could get away with, and then after the master left, Justine rushed to get the bed sheets clean before Trent came home. He came in when she was loading the washing machine.
That night, she talked with Trent and convinced him to do things that she couldn’t believe he agreed to. He agreed to send her text messages letting her know when he was jerking off. She couldn’t believe a man would be so pathetic as to do such a thing, but she loved how she had so much power over him that she could get him to do it.
Justine loved the excitement of risking being caught. The master came over regularly to fuck when Trent was out, and just leave before he came home. It was a regular part of their discussion to belittle and mock Trent as they fucked as well.
Sometimes, Trent would send text messages telling Justine that he was jerking off thinking about her, and she would show the master and they would laugh while he fucked her all the harder for it. The contrast between Trent pathetically jerking off to her while she was having fantastic sex with another man was like a drug to Justine. It made her climax all the more.
Later she introduced the idea of having him start masturbating before she went out, so that she would know he was tense with sexual frustration the whole time she was fucking the master. The master couldn’t believe a man would be so pussy whipped as to wait for his own wife in that state, and his mockery of Trent made Justine happy and laugh.
They went on like this for weeks, and not only was Justine enjoying her evil betrayal more and more, Trent, the pathetic chump, seemed to be happier and happier too. Justine could see his heart swelling with more and more love for her.
Justine kept finding new ways to mock Trent behind his back. Since she often made dinner for Trent, she would have the master cum into the baking dish so that later she could feed it to Trent. She would giggle and smirk as she watched Trent enthusiastically eat the master’s cum.
As much as Justine was enjoying being bad in this way, she knew that eventually, the real thrill would be in revealing to Trent what was happening. Sometimes she couldn’t believe that someone could be so bad, and that that someone was her. It felt so good, though, to look at herself from an outside perspective and see what a wicked, evil woman she had become.
Finally, she could wait no longer. The moment had arrived. She made arrangements with the master, and prepared the moment when she would completely crush Trent and savor every moment of it.
“I’m ready,” she said to Trent over dinner one night. Trent thought she meant she was ready to have sex with him. He would soon find out how wrong he was, and how wrong he had been all this time.
*** The Room, Part Three ***
Trent was completely confused and wanted to turn his head, but the ball gag straps that went around his head attached to chains that hooked to the chair in such a way that prevented him from turning around far enough.
He could only hear his wife quickly run, her heels clicking on the floor, over to whoever had come into the room. Her voice sounded enthusiastic, like an excited little girl, and it sounded like she jumped into the person’s arms.
“I missed you so much!” Justine said, “it’s been days since we’ve been together.” Trent heard her punctuating her words with passionate kisses. Trent’s brain screamed out wondering who this person was that Justine was greeting with a kind of enthusiasm he assumed she only had for him. If anything, she seemed even more happy to see this man.
“Were you having a little fun with him before I arrived?” a powerful confident man’s voice said.
“Yes,” Justine said, still in her enthusiastic little girl attitude, “but it’s nothing like when I’m with you.” More giggles, and kissing. Then Trent heard them walking back. Only Justine, though, walked in front of Trent so that he could see her. He couldn’t help notice the way she strutted in her heels. Even in this moment of confusion, he was so turned on by her, as any man would be. She came and sat on his lap, and when she did, her breasts brushed against his face. When she spoke, the bounced with enthusiasm which made her breasts jiggle and wobble.
“I want to introduce you to someone,” Justine said, “everyone calls him ‘the master’, so that’s how you can think of him.”
Trent’s eyes widened as a man, the master, walked into view. He was tall, fit, and he had a huge cock that looked like it would weigh too much to stand up and out with such rigidity. He came over so close that he could put one hand behind Justine’s head and on her shoulder. Because of where he stood, his long cock came between Justine and Trent’s face. Trent recoiled a bit. He tried to move away from it, but of course he couldn’t move at all.
“Hello there, Trent,” the master said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly about how you masturbate to your wife while I fuck her.” Justine laughed, and Trent thrashed with anger.
“Awww…” Justine said like a sympathetic mother. “What’s that dear? Is it upsetting to know I’ve been fucking another man? Or is it that his cock is so much bigger than yours?” While Justine spoke she casually put a hand on the master’s huge cock. She wiggled it a little right in front of Trent’s face to emphasize her words. “Maybe it’s because you now realize what a sucker you’ve been all these months. Ha ha ha! That’s right, the whole time you’ve been jerking off, even since before I knew you were so pathetic as to choke your chicken instead of fucking me, I’ve been having such incredible sex.” Justine said the last few words in an over the top tone to really emphasize them. “You can’t even imagine all the ways in which the master has been fucking me. He’s done everything you’ve wanted to do. I’ve even had threesomes with him. Wouldn’t you have liked to see me with another woman? Ha ha ha! That’s every man’s fantasy, isn’t it?”
When she laughed, she took the master’s cock, which she held at the base, and she slapped it against Trent’s face. With each smack, it made a wet, fleshy sound as it slapped against Trent’s cheeks, nose, and forehead. It left behind smatterings of clear, gooey, slime.
“Hrrrrrgh!!” Trent screamed behind the ball gag. He was going insane with anger. Being slapped with another man’s cock was maybe the most humiliating thing he could think of, though he knew more was coming.
“Must be soooo frustrating for such a big, strong, man,” Justine said, overemphasizing her words as if she were praising a small child, and she ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, “to not be able to do anything about this. What would you do if you could get out? Punch my lover? Beat me up?”
For an answer Trent looked up at the master’s face with murderous eyes. He was breathing heavily and his face was red with rage.
“Sorry, chump,” the man said, and as he spoke he ruffled Trent’s hair, as if Trent were a little boy, “but you’re probably used to being on the losing end of life. From what I can see, right from the start mother nature didn’t endow you with much to win with.”
Trent thrashed his head to try and get away from being belittled by the way the man ruffled his hair. The man’s words, though, cut into Trent like a knife. He sharply turned his head so that he was looking at Justine. His eyes were wide with bewilderment. He looked at her pleadingly. “Nnnggg… Nnmmlph,” Trent was trying to say something like “no, it’s not true. Say it isn’t true.”
“It’s probably hard for you to understand why I’d want to do this to you,” Justine said. As she spoke, she had both her arms draped casually around Trent’s neck, so that she was speaking to him intimately. While she spoke, the man casually rubbed his cock on her face, casually stroking her cheeks. Whenever the tip or shaft of his cock would pass by her lips, she would kiss or lick it absent mindedly. “Since I started cheating on you, I’ve come to understand that our marriage was built on a lie. The lie that you and I were equal. The truth is, I’m part of a better class of people. Richer, more beautiful, more popular… just, better.”
“I’m going onto better things, to go around the world, to see and do more than I could do with you,” Justine continued. “Things that people like you can’t even dream of.”
“When I finally understood how much I enjoyed dominating people and torturing them, I tried S and M,” Justine said. “However, it was all so fake. Real pain isn’t in smacking someone with a paddle. Real pain is tearing their heart apart. When I realized how much I could hurt you, I knew that’s what I wanted to do.”
“You should be happy, actually,” Justine said, “The pain you feel is like a sacrifice to me. What I’m taking from you today gives me power. I know you won’t understand, but you should be happy. After all these years, I finally know what it is I need, and you get to give it to me!” Justine took the master’s cock and began licking up and down its shaft, the whole time looking directly into Trent’s eyes. Trent kept making grunting noises, his face now red with rage. Justine loved it.
Justine began sucking the master’s cock in earnest, her head bobbing backwards and forwards mere inches from Trent’s face. Trent would try to look away, but the master would grab him by his hair and force him to look at what was happening. “Don’t miss out, dork. She’s great at this. And this is as close as you’re ever going to get to it,” He said, and he laughed. Justine’s eyes twinkled with evil satisfaction.
Justine spent a long time sucking the master’s cock. As much as Trent was so upset, he was also transfixed by how erotic she looked. She made loud, slurping noises as dollops of pre-seminal fluid dripped down into her cavernous cleavage. Trent couldn’t help but watch as little streams would trickle down her huge tits, disappearing around the sides or down in between them.
The master shuddered and began to cum, and cum hard. Trent winced as she slid her mouth off and a little bit of the juices all over his cock flicked onto Trent’s face when the master’s cock sprung free from her lips. While jacking the master’s cock, Justine guided the thick ropes of cum that shot out so that he came all over her tits. Thick streams of gooey, slimy cum splattered all over Justine’s tits. With one hand pumping the master’s cock, she used the other hand to spread the cum across her cleavage and around her massive breasts. She seemed intent on making sure her tits had an even coat of slimy, sticky cum all over them, especially down the between them, and there was plenty of cum to accomplish the task. The master grunted and growled as if it were painful to let so much cum out.
Justine turned to Trent and licked her tongue lowly across his face, from chin up over his right eye, leaving a trail of slimy goo. Trent thrashed to move out of the way but he couldn’t.
“Did you enjoy watching that?” Justine said coyly. “Must be hard to know that’s what you’ve been missing out on all this time. Ha ha ha!” The master laughed too. She brought her legs up so that she could slid her tiny panties off, and then she stood up with her legs in a wide stance and her hands on her hips in a powerful stance. Her statuesque body looked like that of a goddess. A goddess of pure sadistic evil. The master, standing behind her, had his arms around her, under her arms, and each hand held up a massive breast, each breast spilling out over top his wide spread fingers. Her breasts didn’t need any support, but the master was enjoying the feel of their weight and size.
Trent looked up at her, and that’s when Justine and the master both noticed the tears trickling down his face from his red eyes. “You see, Justine,” the master said, “you can see it on his face. He wants to hate you but he can’t. He loves you too much. He’s loved you too long for his heart to give up on you, even now that he can see your true self. He doesn’t want to believe it. He holds onto the hope that somehow this isn’t real, or that this isn’t really you. You can literally see his heart shattering into pieces as his hopes fight with the reality.” Justine listened intently to the master’s words, and enjoyed them almost as if they were a form of sex themselves. She writhed her body slightly, rubbing up against him.
She leaned forward so that she had her hands on Trent’s shoulders and she brought her face right in front of Trent’s. “Is that true honey?” she said in a voice that was a wicked simulation of sympathy. “It’s okay, honey, you don’t need to answer. I know you better than you know yourself. I know you still love me. You poor, pathetic little man. This must be so awful for you.” Trent looked right back into her eyes, and there was no hiding his feelings. He was so confused. How could one be so in love with someone who was enjoying breaking one’s heart?
She was standing so that with her legs straight and bent over as she was, the master was in the perfect position to slide his long rock hard cock into her and she cooed with delight. Then she said to Trent, “Poor little boy, let mommy comfort you a little. You’ve always found comfort by snuggling against my big breasts, haven’t you?” She was being rocked back and forth by the thrusts of the master’s cock, but even so, she slowly arched her back up so that she brought her huge, wobbling breasts up to the same level as Trent’s face. Slowly and deliberately she brought them toward his face, enjoying that he was realizing what this was about. He looked at her breasts, covered in the masters cum. He thrashed as if there was something he could do to avoid it, but of course there wasn’t. She then pressed her breasts into his face, which resulted in Trent being smothered all over his face with the slimy cum covering her tits. She held the back of Trent’s head to ensure he was snugly pressed in between her soft pillowy tits. He struggled and shook his head, but that only resulted in him being more covered with goo. He got some up his nose, and he could taste it in his mouth as all the movement caused it to slip in and around his ball gag. He grunted and howled with anger while Justine moaned with ecstasy.
The master fucked Justine like this for what seemed like forever to Trent. Justine came like Trent never imagined she could, screaming wildly, and she came again and again. Then the master said, “Justine, why don’t we give him a full view of how you look when you are being truly pleasured?” The master slid his cock out of Justine’s pussy, and then the two of them stepped over to the white leather bench directly across from Trent, no more than a yard and half away from him. The master sat and Justine lowered herself onto his cock, facing toward Trent. In this way, she bounced up and down on his shaft, so that Trent could see the whole thing. Her tits bounced and her face showed such pleasure that she was erotic to look at. Trent hated that it was turning him on to look at her. He wanted more control over his feelings, but it seemed like she owned every part of him, and he felt what she wanted him to feel.
The master and Justine chatted while they fucked, talking about all the ways she had betrayed Trent. They would reminisce about amusing moments, and then laugh at Trent.
“Can you imagine,” Justine said toward Trent, “while you sat at home with your hand on your cock and sending me messages to tell me, the master’s cock was deep inside me just like this.”
She revealed to Trent how the master’s cum was a significant part of Trent’s diet by him putting it in the food Justine prepared. Trent felt sick to his stomach. Every detail, every little anecdote they amused themselves with was like another punch in the gut.
They would change positions, and the master came on Justine a few times, so that she was covered in his gooey liquids and the whole room smelled of semen. In each position, they made sure Trent had a good view, and laughed at how he couldn’t take his eyes off them, and that his cock was hard despite how frustrated with rage he was.
After what seemed like ages of this to Trent, he felt a rage fueled strength build up inside him. At that time, Justine was on her back and the master was fucking her tits. Trent howled with anger so much that he chocked and spittle ran out the sides of his ball gag. He pulled and strained and twisted side to side to break free. The restraints and chains wouldn’t budge, but after thrashing side to side, the chair started to come loose from the floor. Sensing that something was about to give, he pushed harder and harder with his legs to life the chair upward. There was a creaking sound as the braces that bolted the legs of the chair to the floor started to bend. Trent made a strained growl of effort as he made his strongest effort yet.
The noise of the bolts breaking made Justine and the master stop to watch. At this point they had become lost in their own ecstasy, so it was like they had been reminded Trent was there. They both turned, pausing in mid motion, with the master’s iron hard cock between her huge tits, and Justine squeezing them together to smother his cock lovingly. Although they paused, they didn’t look worried, they merely looked curious.
With a loud pop that sounded almost like a gun shot, a bolt holding a back leg of the chair came out of the floor board, and the chair lurched forward. The second brace on the other back leg broke immediately afterward. Trent hoped that once the chair was free of the floor he could break the chair apart. He twisted and grunted with another effort, taxing his strength, and with that, one of the front leg braces twisted free.
Then Trent fell forward, his face smacking into the ground. His nose began to bleed, and he let out a howl of pain, and anger at his efforts not being enough. He tried to shift and push with his whole body so that he could wrench free from the last brace that held the last chair leg against the ground. However, even though the metal brace was twisted and folded, it held firm. Also, now that he was on the ground, he lost all leverage against it, and so all his effort amounted to nothing more than squirming. The most he could do was turn his head to the side so that he wasn’t lying face down.
Justine and the master looked at Trent, then at each other, and then burst out laughing. They both relaxed their positions because they were laughing too much to maintain it. They laughed so much that they teared up, and couldn’t form words. After what was an agonizingly humiliating long time, Justine and the master got up and stepped over to Trent. Justine crouched down so that she could pat him on the head.
“Oh, Trent,” she said, “what a sweet little loser you are. That was so adorable. And I agree with your that this is a much better position for you.” Justine, seizing the moment, positioned herself so that she was on her knees, with her legs either side of Trent’s head. Her hands were on the two back legs of the chair. Her dripping pussy was right above Trent’s face. The master followed her lead and, kneeling down behind her, entered her pussy, mere inches above Trent’s face. The spatter of juices that came down like a rain from where the master was slamming his cock in and out of Justine’s pussy. Trent flinched and winced at every drop, and there was a constant rain of drops.
This went on so long that Trent got soaked. And when the master at long last came, he pulled out enough so that all fell with an audible splat onto Trent’s face as well, and dribbled down into a puddle where his cheek was resting against the floor.
Trent and the master got up. Trent couldn’t turn to see Justine or the master as the weight of his body forced him to lie with one side of his face on the floor. He tried looking up to the side, but they were on the other side of his head, so he could only hear them. They were chatting idly to themselves, as if Trent weren’t even there. Trent could hear them kissing gently while they talked.
“Was torturing him as fun as you had hoped?” the master asked.
“Mmmm, better” Justine purred in agreement, her mouth attached to the master’s. Then she said, “Should we get going? I want to be well rested before we meet everyone for brunch tomorrow.” Trent felt a shock that fueled his anger. She was talking as if tomorrow she would just casually go off and meet friends and have wine and good times, as if stomping on his heart wasn’t life changing for her as it was for him. He would remember every second of all that happened here in excruciating detail for the rest of his life, and she was talking as if her life was going to merely go on being fun and at her leisure. The imbalance was infuriating.
“Yes,” the master said, “but first I need to use the washroom.”
“Oh,” Justine said, “there’s a room with showers and, oh! You mean,” and then Justine stopped speaking suddenly and giggled. There was no sound at all for a few moments, and Trent couldn’t tell what was going on. Then suddenly he felt a stream of piss hitting his head. “Oh, you’re so bad!” Justine said playfully.
“NNNNRRRRR!!” Trent howled through his ball gag, and made the entirely futile attempt to move in any direction at all that would get him out of the way. However, all he was able to do was shake his head spastically. The master aimed his stream of piss to make sure Trent’s hair was soaked, and that it dribbled down all over his face. Trent’s hearing was obscuring by the sound of piss swirling in his ear. It got in Trent’s nose, and around the ball of the gag, and he could taste its acidic burning taste. “HHHHNNN!! LLGLGNNN!!” Trent’s tears of rage and futility were masked by the urine burning his eyes.
“Ha ha hah!” Justine laughed with delight. “Poor baby!” she said in her evil, motherly tone. The master chuckled as well, and took his sweet time until the last drops spilled out onto Trent’s cheek.
There was a bit of silence, and Trent wasn’t sure what was going on. Then suddenly, her wedding ring dropped right in front of his face, bouncing slightly, but not rolling away as its motions were slowed by the puddle of cum, pussy juice, and piss that Trent’s head was lying in. He watched it roll a little and then come to a stop in front of his face.
The world seemed to go silent for a moment as he watched the ring come to a stop. It was the perfect symbolic finish to Justine’s game of pain and agony. Trent was so focused on the ring that it took him a moment to hear Justine and the master open the door to leave the room.
“I want to do that again,” Justine was saying, “to other men.”
“You will, Justine,” the master said, “you are goddess now, and we will make many sacrifices to you.”
Justine laughed a charming, flattered laugh and then the lights went out and the door closed. It was perfectly silent and dark. Trent didn’t move at all, even within the constricted bounds that he could. He couldn’t believe he was just going to be left there. Did they intend for him to die there? They weren’t going to unbind him?
Suddenly Trent went mental, fighting as hard as he could against the restraints and screaming out. “HHHRRRRRPPPP!! HHEEEEEENNNNNP!!”” He called out in hopes of someone hearing him despite the ball gag. He got nowhere with the restraints or chair. No one came in answer to his cries.
He had no idea what time it was. He guessed some time after midnight, but it was hard to say when. He tried to get calm and think about the situation. If it was the middle of the night, then there wouldn’t be many people around. The best thing to do would be to rest, conserve energy, and then in the morning when there might be people passing by close enough to hear him to use his strength to make as much noise as possible then.
He tried to will himself to sleep, despite the brutally uncomfortable position, and the acidic smell of urine right under his nose. He went through a few waves where he had a steely determination to get out of this and he imagined what he might be able to do the next day to get his revenge. Then his feelings would swing like a pendulum the other way and he felt so used, helpless and that he was trapped and it was all futile. He wailed and cried, knowing that there was no need to try and hold onto his manly pride by not crying. He knew Justine and the master were far away by now and no one at all was listening to him. He would let go, and just feel the pain.
Even while he lay there, the master’s words burned into him. It was true what he said that even though Justine had been so cruel, that Trent wouldn’t be able to stop loving her. Trent had years of building a relationship with her. A powerful, deep loving relationship. It didn’t just go away. Instead, it was there in his mind and his heart, right beside the new reality that she was sadistic and evil. The two feelings fought, and his whole psyche was caught in between, feeling unrelenting pain. He tried to believe she must be brainwashed, she must be drugged, or something that would explain that it wasn’t really her and that maybe he could get his Justine back.
Although he had doubts about whether not he’d be able to sleep, the emotional turmoil was more exhausting than he would have imagined, and just from pure exhaustion he passed out sometime in the night. It was a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares that were just images and feelings, where he would see Justine and want her so bad, and she would laugh at him.
Some time later which must have been very early in the morning, Trent was discovered by two Mexican cleaners who did not speak English very well. They woke him up and were confused and concerned, and asked if they should call the police.
Trent, however, was absolutely raging with anger. He thought they might somehow be connected with Justine and the master, so he got ready to attack them the moment he got free. He couldn’t quite pounce from how he was released from the chair, but he still grabbed one of them, and started yelling about where was this “master” person. However, after some confused pushing and shoving, it was clear they had absolutely no idea what was going on. They just worked at that building or were contracted to clean up this room, or something along those lines.
With gestures and simple English, he convinced them not to call the cops. He told them not to because he wanted to handle this himself, like a man. He thought that very day he might go out and buy a gun and use it to kill Justine and the master, and anyone else he might find her with at the time. Although even that plan was confused. He also wanted to save Justine from the master. The master must have done something to her. In any case, whoever Trent had to kill, he didn’t care if he went to prison or even if he died in the process. The things that were done to him deserved absolute vengeance.
Trent’s clothes were in a pile in a corner of the room. He convinced the two cleaners to leave the room for a while as he dressed. He also wanted the time to get his bearings. He looked up at the two video cameras and felt a wince of anger. When he first came into the room, he wondered if they were on. Now he was certain they were, and they were going to play it back and laugh at his pain. He wanted to destroy the cameras, even though he knew the video they had filmed was somewhere else. He had nothing that could reach them, though, and so, even though he still smelled of urine, he left.
He had his wallet and phone in his pants pockets, so he called a cab to take him home. The driver was obviously a little put off by the way Trent smelled, but Trent told him to shut the fuck up and drive, and that was the end of that conversation.
Trent came home to discover the apartment in a mess. It looked like there had been a party there. There were bottles and glasses everywhere, cigarette butts, some left overs from some drugs that had been used. A lot of things were broken. Some of it looked like it was broken incidentally, but some of it looked deliberate.
When he got into his bedroom, that’s when he noticed a lot of Justine’s clothes missing. There was a huge empty space in the open closet, but Trent wasn’t interested in looking to see exactly what she took and what she left. It didn’t matter.
What was more pressing was the fact that his clothes had been dumped into a pile on the bed, and pissed on. They were soaked, so it had been a group effort. It had to be people doing this for Justine and the master while Trent was in the room with them. Trent realised that his own clothes had been pissed on so that he would have to spend the time washing them before he went out again. Not to mention the humiliation of having his belongings being pissed on. He pulled out some clothes, trying to ignore their dampness and smell, and threw them in the washing machine.
While the washing machine ran, Trent had a little time to look around a little more. It became clear that Justine had taken whatever she felt was sentimental, like some photo albums and keepsakes, but left most of her things, like she was leaving most of her life, behind. There were some details to that were designed to rub salt into Trent’s wounds. He found that of the pictures that were left, his face was burned or torn out of all of them, leaving only images of Justine behind. It seemed she left behind anything that was a memory of him, but also ruined it so all he had was images of her. The message was clear. She mattered to him, he didn’t matter to her.
Trent was thinking about where he could get a gun, and how to go about his revenge, but then his phone rang. He pulled it out, fully expecting it to be Justine or the master calling to mock him. Trent said “Hello?” loud, and aggressively. He was surprised to hear a weak man’s voice on the other end.
“Trent?” the voice said, and Trent immediately recognized it was his brother, Mike, who lived in another city. It was also immediately apparent that Mike was in a lot of pain. Trent could even hear the beeping of hospital equipment in the background. “Trent, it’s me, Mike.”
“Mike?” Trent said, his head spinning. So much was going on, it was hard to stay ahead of it all. “Mike, what’s wrong, bro? Are you okay?”
“I’m in the hospital, Trent,” Mike said. “I, I got jumped last night by a bunch of dudes. I think there were, five of them. Big dudes. They came out of nowhere and, and,” Mike was getting a little choked up. He wasn’t just in pain but obviously upset too. Trent just waited and listened. He knew this was no coincidence, but he had no idea what to say. “Trent, they just beat me up, man. They beat me up right in front of my girlfriend. They beat the shit out of me.”
“When did this happen?” Trent asked.
“Last night,” Mike said. “I wanted to call you earlier, but I’ve been in pretty bad condition. Listen, bro, you have to listen to me. This was no mugging. They didn’t take anything. They just said one thing. It was a message. They said, ‘Tell Trent to be a good boy.’ That’s all they said, bro. What the hell is going on? Are you in trouble with some organized crime or something?”
Trent stood there in the middle of his ruined living room, in his underwear waiting for his clothes to wash, listening to the faint beep sound from the other end of the phone. What could he say? The message was clear. Don’t do anything, anything at all, to come after Justine or the master or your ****** will get it. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, as all his intentions of vengeance now seemed completely unrealistic. This master person was obviously bigger than Trent had contemplated. Trent didn’t have the kind of resources to take down some kind of… whatever the master was. Was he a mafia boss? Something else? Trent didn’t know how to explain the situation, didn’t know if he even understood what it was, didn’t know if he could describe it to his brother without completely humiliating himself, and worried that if he said anything to his brother that upset the master he might be putting his brother in risk of his life. Not to mention his parents or the rest of his ******.
Trent collapsed onto the couch. “Hello? Trent? You there?” Mike said. “Mike, talk to me man, what the hell is going on?”
“I’m sorry Mike,” Trent said, completely defeated. “I can’t say anything, because I don’t want to put you in any more danger. Please, just trust me on this. I’ll come out and see you as soon as I can.”
Trent spoke with Mike a little more, to calm Mike down, and get more details, and tried to play everything down as much as possible, which wasn’t very possible. In the end, Trent had to just insist that he would talk more later. He hung up the phone. Right after he did, he heard the long beep from the other room that let him know his laundry was done.
It didn’t matter now, though. Trent suddenly threw his phone against the wall and it broke into a few, unrepairable pieces. He screamed at the top of his lungs. It was so unfair. It was so unfair that she could do that to him and get away with it. He was full of a rage and pain like he never knew he could feel. He was so wrapped up in agony that he couldn’t do anything except wail and rage for hours to nobody.
What the master said proved to be more true as life went on afterward. Trent wanted to hate Justine with the same equal murderous rage that he felt for the master. However, he found himself missing her, and wanting her, and needing her. When he masturbated, he thought of her. He sometimes called her phone, and though she never answered, it was still in service, so he left all sorts of messages. Sometimes he would scream angrily, sometimes he would beg to be with her. He always felt stupid for doing it, because he knew that she would just laugh at him while fucking the master. And still he kept doing it, for years after.
It seemed that she stopped modelling after that day, because he never came across any pictures of her in magazines or anywhere else. Thought it was possible she was out somewhere where he wouldn’t come across her. Sometimes he spent long sleepless nights on the Internet trying to find her.
His friends started to drift away one by one as he became more bitter and short tempered. He couldn’t maintain relationships because no woman ever measured up to Justine, and even if he thought a woman was close, he couldn’t help but suspect that ultimately she would betray him.
All the while Trent knew that Justine and the master were enjoying themselves, and probably never thought about him, except maybe to laugh about him.
It was completely unfair, and there was no justice.
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.”
“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.
“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 *******.
“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 **** 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.
“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 **** 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.”
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 ******* 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.
They kissed, and immediately she began stroking his cock under his pants. Soon, she was on her knees, on the balcony, her head bobbing up and down on his massive cock. Clothes came off, they went inside back to the couch, and soon their fucking reached an intensity that had Justine screaming wildly. The master fucked her from behind, and when he came, she could feel it splattering all over her back.
Justine thought that would be the end of it, but to her surprise, the master stayed hard, and after a little foreplay, they were soon fucking again. She sat on his lap, bouncing her ass up and down and rubbing her tits all over his fact and head. They were so big that he could practically get his whole head in between them.
They fucked and not only did Justine climax over and over, riding ever higher waves of intensity, the master came multiple times, and each time unloaded a garden hose spray of cum. Justine was practically covered and the couch was a mess. Justine got lost in time, and when she came out of the haze of constant ecstasy, she was amazed that they had been fucking for hours. She had never experienced anything even remotely similar with Trent. She didn’t even think that kind of sex was possible.
They lay on the large spacious couch for a while, talking softly.
“Can you promise me something?” Justine asked. “I can accept now that only you can fuck me the way I need. But I still love my husband. I don’t want to end it with him just for a sexual adventure. Can you promise me that if I keep seeing you that you won’t do anything to let him know?” The master laughed a little.
“If that’s what you want,” the master said, “then I will let you continue to see your husband.” Justine was about to argue with him over phrasing it like that. How dare he say “let”, as if it were all his choice. He was so arrogant it was frustrating. However, at this point, she didn’t want to argue because potentially the master could ****** their affair to Trent, and she didn’t want that. “You’re going to come with me so that I can show you real sexual power and pleasure.” Justine smiled and snuggled a little closer to the master. She knew that unlike her and Trent’s attempts to find more sexual adventure, the master could really deliver. However, she was also a little concerned.
“I can’t just get away any time, though,” Justine said.
“You will come when I want you,” the master said confidently, “because you know what it is you will feel. You will just have to figure out for yourself how to conceal it from your husband.” Justine hated the way he spoke as if he were the king of everything. Yet she knew he was right. Now that she had accepted that she was going to have this affair, she figured the only thing to do was experience it fully. If she was going to risk her marriage, then what would be the point of risking it for only a part of the possible experience?
Justine smiled. She felt that she might be able to arrange something truly perfect. If she could have the master satisfying her sexually, and Trent being the perfect husband, then she would have it all. She would have the sex life that she expected for her self. It was unfair to Trent, but she thought that the affair with the master was most likely going to be temporary. After all, it was just sex and she loved Trent. In time, hopefully she could figure out how to take what worked about sex with the master and make that a part of her life with Trent. In the long run, it would be better for her marriage.
All it took was convincing Trent to go along with it for a while. She knew she could add more fake shifts at work, modelling gigs, and more “girl’s nights out” in order to explain her time away from Trent. The trickier part was that she just couldn’t seriously consider having sex with Trent now that she had the master to satisfy her so completely. Sex with Trent would be undeniably pathetic in comparison, and it would be best to avoid that comparison. Convincing Trent to take a break from sex would be a true test of his devotion to her.
Justine came home with her legs feeling weak from the waves of intense orgasm she had endured. It was almost painful letting out so many intense climaxes. It was as if her body had stored up years of sexual tension that was being released by the master’s cock. There was an echo of the sold-as-steel rod inside her, and of course the taste of his cum in her mouth. She held onto it, the way one savors the taste of dessert, as she came home.
As if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she came home bright and cheery, and Trent could tell immediately that her mood was very different from the last few weeks. She even looked more attractive, with her glowing smile, and her manner, which Trent couldn’t have known was the afterglow of having been fucked by another man. He pressed up against her, and they kissed, but they both felt that awkwardness of knowing that if they kept going, the sex would probably be unsatisfying and frustrating. This time, though, there was a difference. Justine wasn’t bothered, and she was so at ease with just not expecting or forcing any sex that Trent was also put at ease.
He wanted to talk about it, but she was so exhausted from having been fucking for hours that she collapsed into bed immediately.
“So what changed?” Trent asked over breakfast the next morning,
“I talked some things over with my friends yesterday,” Justine said, continuing a lie that she had thought out in advance, “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.” She had to hold back from giggling at the unintended pun of “input”. The word reminded her of the master’s cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston. She shifted her legs as the memory gave her a twinge of excitement.
“What did you decide?” Trent asked. Justine was concerned how to react, as she knew this was a deciding moment. She had made up her mind last night that the perfect plan was that she would have her sexual needs met by the master, and continue her perfect marriage in every other way with Trent. It was unfair to him, not only because she would be lying to him and betraying him constantly, but also that he would not be having any sex.
Her perfect life would only work though, if Trent agreed to what she was about to suggest.
“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 Justine could tell that he was bothered. She looked into his eyes and could see them looking down at her tits. She knew how she turned him on, and she knew it would be hard on him to look at her but not touch her. It was so unfair, but since there was no way she could admit to how she was betraying him, it was the only way. “Why do you now think that’s a good idea?” Trent said.
“Girls talk about things,” Justine said with a giggle. She knew that good lies don’t get too detailed. “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 was thrilled and she jumped up so that she could bend over to kiss Trent on the forehead. As she did so, she saw how Trent stared at her tits while they jiggled and wobbled with her every movement. At that moment she realized that it wasn’t going to just be difficult for Trent to abstain from sex for her, but that it would be torture. A constant tease. She felt guilty about that, though at the same time, much like she realized that his absolute trust in her gave her power, so did this. And she liked the feeling of power.
As they snuggled in bed that night, Justine felt that she had found the perfect balance. She had a loving husband who adored her and could fulfill that part of her that wanted simple companionship. It was a textbook perfect marriage, in terms of how they got along. At the same time, she could be fully sexually satisfied by the master. She could leave the domestic world of her husband and escape to a rich and fulfilling fantasy life that her husband couldn’t provide. She would be fucked regularly. Justine recognized that was so totally unfair to Trent that he got no sex while she would be having regular and incredible sex, but Justine vowed that later she would figure out how to solve that problem. After all, Trent wasn’t going to be satisfied in a marriage without sex forever. For the time being, though, Justine figured she would enjoy her perfect situation, and hope that some kind of alternative would occur to her before Trent became too frustrated.
Justine was a little worried that the master would want to see her constantly, and make it impossible to justify so much time away from Trent. However, it turned out he made her go see him about three times a week. Justine was able to cover some times by pretending she got some extra modelling jobs or some shifts at her part time job at the make up counter. On some occasions, though, the master would insist on seeing her later at night, sometimes Friday or Saturday, and that meant Justine had to make up “girls night out” events where she went out with friends and Trent couldn’t come. The master arranged it so that one of his young slaves was available to take the part of one of Justine’s friends in case Trent called, so Justine knew she could get away with it.
At first, Justine would dress conservatively on her way out the door so Trent wouldn’t get too much interest in where she was going or what she was doing. Then, when she was out out sight, she would change into clothes she had on underneath or in her bag, incredibly provocative expensive dresses and boots that the master gave her. However, it was such a hassle to coordinate not only what to wear but how to conceal and carry everything, that she started to allow Trent to see a little more of what she was actually going to wear each time.
As Trent began to notice her wearing more and more sexy things, he couldn’t help but become interested in what she was doing. He didn’t suspect anything, at least not at first, because he believed that if Justine wasn’t being satisfied by him, it was unlikely that she could somehow solve her sexual hang ups with some random guy that she couldn’t communicate with as deeply as she could with Trent. He couldn’t have possibly imagined how wrong he was, but still, he wasn’t suspicious of her. He just became aware that she was becoming more showy in the way she dressed, and he wanted to participate in that. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of being out with the most beautiful woman when she was showing off.
Justine had to become more insistent in refusing having Trent come out with her as she got sexier. Which would make you think that she would counter by toning down her dresses. However, Justine became aware of another curious feeling. She liked how Trent reacted when he saw her going out the door. It wasn’t just that she liked his admiration of how she looked, she also liked his frustration at not being able to accompany her. She liked the tease. It gave her a sense of power, of having what he wanted but decided whether or not he could have it. She justified it in her mind by choosing to believe that maybe it was the first hint that she could build a sexual attraction with Trent. However, part of her knew that there was simply an undeniable excitement that she felt just knowing how much he wanted her while she was away from her.
If Trent got that excited by just seeing how she dressed when she went out, his mind would have been completely blown away if he knew what she did when she met the master. Justine was not just having sex, but wild, intense and intensely erotic sex. The master fucked her hard, and released a wild abandon inside of Justine that was pure excitement to watch. He fucked her cunt, her mouth, her tits and her ass. Sometimes other women would join in, and Justine found that she liked it. She enjoyed it with other women both because she loved the idea of being sexually desired by both genders, and she loved the way the master would watch.
A typical night with the master involved Justine heading over to his place where he would have drinks or possibly dinner served by maids. They would talk about casual things, nothing ever too serious, and flirt and kiss. Then, as the night went on, they would end up fucking wherever in the master’s palatial penthouse the impulse struck them. Justine’s favourite place to fuck was outside on the balcony overlooking the city. She knew it was very unlikely anyone saw her, but she liked the possibility, as if she were somehow queen over the whole city, and they would all want to see her in the throws of passion if they could.
Sometimes, the master would take Justine to orgies or similar sex parties. Once or twice, the master allowed her to be fucked by other men, two and three at a time, while the master watched, while he himself was serviced by another woman. There was a definite rule, which never had to be said, that Justine would only fuck other men if it was as much for the master’s entertainment as for Justine’s pleasure. Usually, the master kept Justine for himself, as she was always the most desired woman at the party and both he and Justine liked the overwhelming sense of desire for her that could almost be physically felt in the air. She didn’t really need other men, though. The ones at the orgies were more satisfying than Trent, but nowhere near as satisfying as the master.
Now that Justine was fully embracing the life that she had set up for herself, she could really feel how unfair it was to Trent. There was no denying that everything Justine was doing with the master was what Trent ached to do with her himself. The more intense the sexual experience, the more it was obviously unfair to Trent. After all, Trent had worked for years to build a quality relationship with Justine, and if anyone deserved the intense sexual experience that could be had with her, it was Trent, and not this man who casually stepped into her life and without having had to do a single thing, indulged in Justine in any way he saw fit. It would crush Trent to know that she was fucking another man. However, to know how far it went, and how much she loved it, would possibly kill him.
That feeling of just how unfair it all was to Trent on top of how much of a betrayal it was didn’t stop her at all, though. Justine continued travelling between two worlds, one made entirely of sex and sin, and the other made of domestic love. She was determined that the world of the master be purely about sex, which is why she never discussed anything too serious with him. Although she knew that she was betraying her husband to a degree that most people, Trent first and foremost, would consider completely outrageous and totally unforgivable, keeping it strictly about sex and not having any emotional betrayals as well allowed her some room to think that maybe there was something redeemable in the situation. It was just physical, and she thought that was something that could maybe change. Her affair with the master might fade if the novelty of it all wore off, but the love she had for Trent was forever.
Despite trying to keep this mental distinction, though, it was sometimes hard to make the transition from the master’s world back into her regular life. She would come home from the master, exhausted, slightly sore inside, the taste of his cock in her mouth, and feeling an afterglow of satisfaction and then be greeted by Trent who was obviously suffering from not having any sex in his life and needing to talk and communicate and trying to bridge the gap between them. Even though she could understand his need to try and talk things over to try and find ways to repair their sex life, which is something that Justine also wanted, she still found it hard to be enthusiastic about the long conversations. She was, after all, completely sexually fulfilled and satisfied. It made conversing with him into the night about emotional needs and so on a little tiresome. Her mind would wander, thinking about the master’s cock and the things he had done to her just a little earlier. The more Trent might talk about how they could get together physically, the more she would compare him to the master and she couldn’t help but think that she was already satisfied.
It went on this way for weeks. Trent didn’t seem to suspect anything, as Justine was completely consistent about the times she said she was working or going out with friends.
One time, when Justine had said she would be out with friends, Trent thought of calling her, just to check in. He wasn’t suspecting her of having lied about anything, but he did feel a little left out, and wanted to just call to have a connection between himself and her time away from him. He dialled the number, and a woman he didn’t know answered.
“Hello,” the woman said, “this is Justine’s 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.
What he didn’t realise was that the woman was one of the master’s servants, and she was on the same bed as Justine and the master. Justine was on her back as the master relentlessly pounded his massive cock into her, like the piston of a machine. There was music in the background, but it was just some music playing on the master’s stereo. When Justine’s phone range, the servant picked it up and, looking at the display screen, said it was someone named Trent. Justine had to try and stop screaming in ecstasy, while the master calmly held back his grunting, though he maintained his powerful motions. Since Justine was finding it hard to constrain herself, the master nodded to the girl so that she would answer the 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. “Is Justine there?”
“Yes, she’s here,” the girl said with a smooth and polite tone. She gave no hint at all of anything wrong. “She’s just having some fun with friends. Do you need me to get her for you?”
“Yes,” Trent said, “thanks.” The girl looked at Justine to see if Justine was capable yet of not screaming while being fucked. Justine was biting her lip, and looking at the master shaking her head, indicating that she didn’t think she could do it. The master, however, with a devious glint in his eye, motioned for Lina to hand the phone to Justine. All the while, he kept up his intense pounding of Justine’s pussy. Lina handed the phone over to Justine, and Justine took it and held it to her ear.
“Hi honey,” Justine said, trying to sound as casual as possible, but there was a slight quiver in her voice. “What’s up?” It was hard to keep her breath calm enough for speaking with her huge breasts rolling back and forth with every thrust of the master’s cock.
“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, biting her lip to try and hold back a moan, “That’s sweet. We’ll talk when I get home, okay?” Justine hoped that she could get off the phone quickly, because she felt a tension inside of her that was on the verge of making her climax. Something about having Trent on the phone talking to her so innocently, not being aware of how she was betraying him with another man right under his nose, it was exciting and she liked it. However, at the same time, she felt guilty for this new feeling, knowing that what she was doing would hurt him so much if he realized, which he might do at any moment. The guilt, however, somehow only made the feeling even more intense. She liked the feeling but didn’t like that she liked it. She thought it made her a bad person, but she liked that she was a bad person who could get away with it. There was that undercurrent of power in getting away with being bad. It was a rush, and she felt the impending climax welling up inside her and she knew it would be the most powerful one yet.
“Is something wrong?” Trent said, “Your voice sounds a little funny.”
“I,” Justine said, and for a moment a thought of frustration passed in her mind. ‘Why doesn’t this whining loser get off the fucking phone so I can cum!’ she thought, but then brushed that thought aside because she knew that it was just the result of frustration. “I’m fine. The girls and I have just been drinking a bit.”
“You sound out of breath, though,” Trent said, and Justine wanted to scream for him to just get off the fucking phone. Although it was the very fact that she was fucking another man while he had no idea which was making Justine more and more excited, the inner fight inside her was getting harder to control. The more excited and aroused she felt, the more guilty, the more bad, the more powerful, the more evil. She was scared to give in to the implications of what she was feeling, and the only way to stop it was to get Trent off the phone.
“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?” Justine said, knowing that she was being a little rushed in a way that might make Trent a little suspicious, but she had to risk it.
“It’s okay,” Trent said, “I just wanted to hear your voice. Have a good time.”
“Okay, bye” Justine said quickly as she didn’t think she could stand it any more.
“Love you,” Trent said, but as he was halfway through, Justine shut the phone and then immediately came harder than she had ever cum before. She dropped the phone to the side of the bed like she forgot she even had it in her hand. Her back arched and she screamed like a wild woman, calling out to the master but not making any real words. The master pulled out, and with the girl servant taking his cock and pumping it for him, he came over Justine, soaking her from her stomach to her face in cum. As usual, the master had an impressive amount of cum, and it managed to almost cover Justine’s huge breasts.
When all the thrashing was over, the master lay down beside her. Then he waved the girl off to go get some water for the two of them.
“Do you think he knew what you were doing?” the master asked with an amused tone, as if he would be equally entertained if Trent had heard or if he had been completely *******.
“He doesn’t suspect anything,” Justine said.
“Is he stupid, or just too much in love with you to think of such things?” The master asked.
“Both,” Justine said, and then they both laughed. As soon as she said it, she couldn’t believe she would say something so mean about her own husband. She meant it as a joke, but it seemed a little too real as it passed her lips. When the master laughed, though, Justine felt good about sharing a laugh with him about something. The master was the type of person to think everyone else was stupid, so maybe she was just playing along with him, and didn’t really think that’s how she felt about Trent. She couldn’t deny, though, that if she allowed herself to play along with the master putting down her husband and doing it herself, it would be another level of betrayal, something more than just sex. She put away the thoughts in hopes that maybe it just wouldn’t come up again and so she wouldn’t have to confront it. She and the master lay quietly together enjoying the post coital mood before Justine eventually headed home.
When she got home, she was surprised that Trent didn’t want to talk about having called her. She was worried that something in her voice gave something away, and that he would start making accusations. However, he just told her he lover her, and they went to bed, falling asleep with her in his arms without any incident of any kind. Justine was happy that she got away with it.
As Justine lay in bed beside him, she couldn’t believe that Trent hadn’t been able to detect something. She couldn’t help but wonder, as the master did, if Trent was too dumb to see it, or if he really was that blinded by love. Justine thought about it and decided that Trent, who in most situations seemed pretty smart, must be completely devoted to her. With that level of devotion, Justine could potentially get away with anything. She realized that she had a kind of power over Trent she didn’t appreciate before. He loved her so much that she could probably convince him of anything. It was up to her how she wanted to go ahead with her situation. She went asleep satisfied, a new sense of control that made her feel safe that she could maintain her double life as long as she needed.
After that Justine became blatant about dressing sexily when she went out to see the master, since she knew she had Trent wrapped around her finger. On top of her new confidence, the fact that she was dressing sexily for any particular reason at any time was that she also started to dress sexier in general. Trent didn’t know enough about fashion to know that the new dresses, skirts, tight jeans, shirts, tall boots and high heels that Justine was wearing were far too expensive for her to have been buying on her own. While he loved how they looked, he had no idea that they couldn’t simply be bought at the usual stores Justine shopped at.
Justine felt nothing could hold her back, as Trent patiently waited for her at home, always willing to provide a loving domestic life, while she was out being fucked by another man, and sometimes with other women. Since he even seemed to have stopped having the long conversations with her, her life became so much more comfortable. She had it all.
More importantly, she felt she deserved it. Something about being with the master had shown her a different side of things. The master, and some of the people she met at the sex parties they went to, had an attitude of entitlement that would be mere arrogance if they didn’t always get exactly what they wanted. The master also indicated to Justine that she was of a class of people who got what they wanted. Or at least that she could be if she accepted it. Slowly, she was starting to accept it.
When she was with the master, his servants and everyone else in his world deferred to her as they did to him. When she wasn’t with the master and in her normal life, now that she was dressing more provocatively, she was much more aware of how desired she was. She was actually hit on by men a little less but gawked at more, and it was clear that now she was intimidating them. Only the boldest men tried with her, and she enjoyed shooting them down.
In the master’s world, there was also an element of S&M. Sometimes at the kinkier parties, people would be tied up and whipped. The master sometimes engaged in it, and Justine tried it a few times as well. She liked making people crawl and beg for her. Somehow, though, when she whipped them, it didn’t quite excite her as much as she thought. Nonetheless, She was surrounded on all sides by people who desired her, people who would serve her, people who obeyed her, people who deferred to her. Not just in the master’s world where it was explicit, but also in her normal world, where men would go out of their way to do her favors, where women would suck up to her, and where her husband adored her.
It was that growing sense of deserve that helped push her over into making a change in her relationship with the master.
Trent came home from work one day where Justine had been making dinner, and he mentioned that Justine’s favorite band, with a female singer and three musicians that did slightly mellow but dance-able electronic music, were going to do a small, intimate concert.
“Oh my god!” Justine said excitedly, “can we get tickets?”
“I’ll try,” Trent said, as he sat in front of the computer and logged on to the ticket web site. After twenty minutes, though, he came back into the kitchen with a look on his face that gave away the answer. “Sorry, they’re completely sold out already. They must have sold out within minutes of when they went online. I tried to find some scalpers, but the prices they’re selling for is hundreds of dollars per ticket. Sorry.”
Justine stood with her back to Trent as she tended to something on the stove. In her mind, she thought about how the master almost certainly could take her. For Trent, it was a question of ability. For Justine, it was whether or not she was willing to take that step, to do something non sexual with the master. Then she suddenly felt it inside her, her sense of deserve. The whole reason the master was fucking her was because she was in the same class of people as him. She loved the sex as much as the master did, so it wasn’t that she needed compensation or anything. However, how many of all the guys who hit on her or fawned over her would kill to be able to take her to something like this concert? How much did Trent want to take her? She was in demand, people would want to give her things, and she could have them if she wanted. Why not take advantage of what she had?
“It’s okay,” Justine said, “I think I have to work that night anyway. The make up counter asked me to help with inventory, and it was supposed to go late into the night. If I cancelled, the other girls would have to work even later, and I’d feel guilty.” Justine was proud of herself for coming up with a perfect lie so quickly, which made it seem perfectly natural.
“I feel bad that I can’t take you,” Trent said as he sat down at their kitchen table. “Are you sure you have to work? I’d love to take you out to do something in it’s place.”
“Don’t be silly,” Justine said as she leaned over to kiss Trent on the forehead. “It’s not like you were obligated to take me or anything. I won’t even think about it.”
However, Justine could hardly think of anything else. Going to the concert wasn’t just about enjoying the music she loved, it was also about being able to do whatever she wanted. The next day, when she was out of the house and away from Trent, she made the unusual step of phoning the master. Up until then, it was always him who called her.
“Master,” Justine said, “there’s a concert I want you to take me to.” Justine was deliberate in phrasing it as a command. The master never asked, and she wanted to be like that.
“Of course, Justine,” the master said without hesitation. “Just tell me the details, and I will arrange everything.”
Next Saturday night, Justine was picked up by the silver limousine, as usual, but this time the master was inside. They kissed passionately when they met, but didn’t go further. Tonight was a little different.
The master took her to an expensive restaurant that she didn’t even know existed. It was a small, boutique restaurant where there were no menus and the chef simply prepared a meal that they felt one would like. The wine was many thousands of dollars per bottle. The master seemed to know everyone there, and he was civil, engaging, and well liked. It was a side of him that surprised Justine a little because she had only ever seen him in their highly sexual encounters.
From the restaurant they went to the concert, and it was even better than she imagined. Justine and the master were escorted in by a private entrance away from the line up and the crowds, and were guided to a special VIP area, a little off to the side of the stage, but with an up close and intimate view. While the masses danced in a crowd in front of the stage, Justine danced privately for the master. She gave him more than one lap dance which ended up as intense make out sessions, but Justine was just as much into the music as the sex. The master also enjoyed the music, though he had a more calm and reserved style. His pleasure seemed to mainly be in watching Justine enjoy herself. She was so excited she was like a little girl who just got a pony for her birthday.
After the concert, the master took her back stage to meet the band. They all seemed to know him already, and deferred to him as if he was someone who had done them huge favors in the past. She looked at the master with new admiration. He wasn’t just a god in the bedroom, he had this whole other world where he was known, admired, and obeyed.
Justine and the master stayed with the band as there was an impromptu party that formed in the green room. Some other famous people were there, and it was pretty wild. Eventually, everyone else wanted to continue the party and take it to an all night club, but Justine had had her fill of fun, and she was ready to head home. She also felt that she didn’t want this to be the first time she broke her schedule and cause Trent to worry. It might spoil her fun if Trent started to call her all night long and wanted to get into some long whining discussion.
She didn’t have the master take her home immediately, though. She told the chauffeur to take them on a scenic drive, and in the roomy back seat of the limousine, she gave the master the best blow job she had given him to this point. She was more attracted to him than ever. They fucked while the city lights went by, and Justine came again and again as she smothered his face with her huge pillowy breasts, which the master particularly liked.
The master almost seemed to time it perfectly as they pulled up to the corner where she would be dropped off, and he completely filled her mouth with his cum. She hungrily swallowed it all, and then smiled her beautiful smile before stepping out of the car.
She was on cloud nine when she went up to the apartment, and she was surprised when she entered the apartment and found it dark except for candles everywhere. They formed a pathway that led into the living room, which was filled with candles everywhere. In the background, some of the more mellow music by the band Justine had just seen was playing. Trent was there, holding some wine. Justine looked at Trent, puzzled.
“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.” It was a very sweet gesture.
Justine let out a giggle, and Trent smiled. He smiled because he thought the giggle was an expression of happiness. What he didn’t realize was that Justine was holding back from laughing in his face. Having just been treated to the concert in a way that Trent could never ever do, so his efforts seemed to Justine to be a pathetic form of compensation. She realized that sweet gestures are what people who can’t do the real thing do. For the first time, Justine had a slight feeling that Trent was kind of a loser.
Still, she knew that she had to play along a little bit. She licked her teeth and the inside of her mouth hoping to get the taste of the master’s cum out enough so she could kiss Trent. He embraced her and offered her a sip of wine. It tasted mundane compared to the truly fine wine she had earlier. The music sounded tinny compared to the live performance. The candles were a pale imitation of the ambiance of the master’s place. As Trent squeezed her lovingly, Justine rolled her eyes when he couldn’t see her, and she felt that all this was beneath her now.
She would giggle now and again, as lyrics in the songs would remind her of moments in the concert, and the contrast between then and now made Trent’s efforts seem that much more ridiculous. Trent seemed to take her giggling as enjoyment, and would hug her and smile at her, making her even more prone to laughing at him inside. it was all she could do to not just burst out laughing and mock him for trying so hard and still not being able to give her what she deserved. The more oblivious he was to how she was really feeling, the more she felt like he was a sucker.
From this point on, Justine opened the door to more of a relationship with the master. He took her out to art galleries, which Justine always thought seemed to be a boring place to go, but it was different when you were attending the opening galas where all the right people attended and the expensive wine flowed. The master took her to exotic restaurants, to live shows of all kind that fascinated her, and to parties among rich and beautiful people. She didn’t worry about bumping into anyone she knew, because it was like a whole new world, and neither Trent or any of their friends could afford to be in any of the places the master took her.
Now it was more like a second relationship, where Justine and the master would go out to do interesting things, and then they would go back to his place and fuck for ages. Sometimes they would fuck other places too, and they still attended the orgies and sex parties that they used to before. It was a new kind of relationship for Justine, where the sex was not only incredible, but always present in everything they did. He would touch her any way he liked even when they were out, and she would covertly stroke his cock, underneath tables or wherever she could get away with it. Sometimes it was simply a matter of the way she stood in front of him but would back into him to press her perfect ass into him.
It was a little harder to balance the time between her world with Trent, which she still liked for its relaxed, simple qualities, and the new relationship with the master because the dates with the master now varied more in when they happened. However, she managed to keep it straight. She also had quit her job at the make up counter, as she now felt it was beneath her, and she only took modelling jobs that she thought would make pictures that would please the master. She didn’t tell Trent about cutting back on her work, though, so she was more able to keep going out on the pretense of working when she wasn’t.
Since she was working so much less, one a few occasions she even used the excuse of saying she was going to work even when she wasn’t going to see the master. Now she knew a few places to go, exclusive small cafes and bars, where she was known and treated with the deference she was coming to expect. She would sometimes go to these places just to enjoy herself, and get away from Trent.
One evening, she left to go out to just sit at an upscale bar and enjoy men hitting on her and turning them down. Before she turned men down by declaring her love for her husband. Now she enjoyed stringing men along and then leaving them disappointed. She liked to think of cruel ways to dismiss them. On this one night, she told Trent, who was staying at home, that she was going to a short shift at the make up counter. However, she got half way to the bar, and realized she didn’t have her cell phone. She didn’t like to be without it in case the master called, so she decided to head back to the apartment. She figured she would tell Trent some lie about needing some information from her contact list in her phone for work or something. It had become second nature to lie to Trent.
When she got home, she entered the apartment without saying anything, and, without really thinking about it, she happened to not make much noise. She went into the bedroom where she thought her phone might be, and when she opened the door to the darkened room, she gasped. She saw Trent on the bed with his pants down around his knees, and he was masturbating. Or at least, he was until the moment she stepped in the room.
“Oh my god,” Justine said, not sure if she was amused or what.
“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 *******.
“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. She knew that he would never think about anyone else. 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, “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 **** 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.
Justine jumped up because she suddenly found she was so turned on she just had to see the master. She made a quick excuse about having to get back to work and rushed out the door. She phoned the master and he sent his limousine out for her immediately. She could barely sit still in the back of the limousine she was so turned on.
When she got to the master’s penthouse, she found him in his living room, with a naked woman with red hair and huge tits hanging from a rope in the ceiling, and two other servants waiting in attendance to the master. He had a riding crop and was whipping the woman hanging from the ceiling. This wasn’t entirely unusual for the master, though, so Justine didn’t really think about it as she rushed in and began kissing the master passionately and stroking his cock under his casual pants. If she had thought about it, she might have recognized the red head as one of the servants, who was probably being punished for some kind of mistake.
“This is unusual,” the master said, “for you to be so spontaneous.” Justine had started to undress, and help the master undress too.
“I found my husband masturbating,” Justine said, pulling out the master’s long thick member, “I made him spank off until he came. I don’t know why, but it just drove me crazy and I needed to come to you.” Justine got down on her knees and began kissing and licking the master’s hard cock.
“Ah,” the master said, as if he knew exactly what was going on. “I think you do know what is going on, Justine. I think it’s finally time for you to stop holding back and embrace who you really are.” Justine looked up at the master. His massive rod was stretching out her mouth, but her eyes showed confusion. She had been fucking the master for months now, letting him fuck her any way he wanted. She wondered how it was that she hadn’t already let out her wild side. “Come Justine, stand up,” the master said, lifting Justine to her feet. She was reluctant to let his cock out of her mouth, but she always obeyed the master. He turned her around so that she was facing the woman who was tied up. He placed the riding crop into her hand. “You can hurt this woman as much as you want. You are her superior. How does that make you feel?”
“I,” Justine said, and she looked down at the riding crop contemplating it, “I like it, a little. I like having power over her. But,” Justine said and she lowered the riding crop. “But what?” the master asked. “But, she might not want to be whipped, but she wants to be dominated. In a way, she wants this, and so she doesn’t suffer as much as someone who hurts for real. If it’s not real pain, then it’s not real power.”
“Ah,” the master said again, and he turned Justine back around to face him. He took the riding crop from her hand and without looking behind him, passed it back to one of the maids who dutifully took it from him. “There is no pain greater, no pain more true, no pain more real than the pain of one’s heart breaking. To tie someone up and whip them is easy. To make someone truly love you and then take that away from them, that takes real power.”
Justine looked up at the master with a puzzled look. Then it hit her like a freight train. She always knew she loved being desired. She loved rejecting men. She loved having power over the servants and people in the master’s world. None of that, though, compared to how it felt to think about how her husband would be crushed by finding out how she had been betraying him for all this time. Knowing that he was at home pathetically spanking off while she was out having the best sex. That she was doing everything her husband would want but with another man. His heart would be shattered. And it would be because of her, because she decided it for him. It was the ultimate expression of one’s love for another, the moment when they say “I can’t live without you,” and to see that they mean it by watching their life crumble.
In this moment Justine realized that what she had been searching for all this time, the feeling that she needed to make her climax, had been with her all along. She wanted to hurt people. She wanted to be evil, wicked and cruel. She wanted to be above morality and stupid rules for lesser people. She wanted to give in to her most sadistic desires and not feel the slightest bit guilty. The master had shown her that this was possible.
And all this time, she was unknowingly constructing the perfect victim for her sadism, her own husband. He loved her so much, he was so devoted, that breaking his heart would be the most delicious act of cruelty to inaugurate the new Justine.
If Justine was excited when she came in the room, she was uncontrollable now. She practically attacked the master, pressing herself against him and kissing him passionately. She knocked him back onto a couch where they began fucking immediately. Justine had thought she had already freed herself of all inhibitions so that she could climax as hard as possible, but here she found that she had not yet fully reached the heights of ecstasy. She came quickly, and came so hard she cried. They kept going, with Justine riding a wave of orgasm that transcended all perception of reality. She was in another world. She screamed with abandon.
An hour later they collapsed together. Justine was covered in the master’s cum, and they were both exhausted. Everything felt different now. Justine knew who she was.
“What do I do now?” Justine asked.
“There are two ways to savor the suffering of your husband,” the master said, at ease with the topic as if he were merely describing how to bake a cake, “one is to enjoy the lies and betrayal, to know what he doesn’t and enjoy getting away with it. The other is to ****** it to him and watch his heart break.”
“I want both,” Justine said without hesitation. She was not only not the slightest bit in doubt or guilty anymore, she was enthusiastic about it.
“Then we shall do things a little bit different from now on,” the master said. “The first step is that for the next little while, for as long as you want to enjoy it, when you are with your husband, you are going to be the perfect wife, so that he will love you all the more.”
“Even though I’m betraying him completely,” Justine said, just because she liked hearing it out loud. She snuggled up a little tighter to the master.
“Master?” The red head said, with an obvious ache in her voice indicating that having been tied up and neglected for so long her arms were hurting. The master and Justine turned to look at her and the two servants who they had completely forgotten about, even though they had been just a few yards away the whole time Justine and the master were fucking. Then they looked at each other. The moment was another reminder of the power they had, to be so completely at ease with not having consideration for other people that they could just forget about a woman who was tied up, it seemed like a kind of completion of the realization Justine had just had about her status in this world. They both laughed, and continued to take their time at their leisure.
The next day, after Trent went to work, the master came over to Trent and Justine’s apartment for the first time. He looked out of place in his expensive suit in their average apartment, but his clothes didn’t stay on long. They were in Trent and Justine’s bed, fucking, within minutes of his arrival.
“Tell me, Justine, say it out loud,” the master said, “how does it feel to be fucking another man in your husband’s bed?”
“Oh goooood!” Justine moaned. “I love it! I can’t imagine how much it would hurt him if he walked in right now!” Justine and the master laughed. They talked constantly about how pathetic it was that he was masturbating to his own wife, while she was fucking someone else. She mocked him for being to stupid to see how obvious it was that she was cheating on him. They laughed at him, and she loved every minute of it.
They fucked for most of the afternoon, and the master was sure to get cum not only over as much of Justine as possible, but to also make sure the bed sheets were soaked as well. They fucked until the last possible moment they thought they could get away with, and then after the master left, Justine rushed to get the bed sheets clean before Trent came home. He came in when she was loading the washing machine.
That night, she talked with Trent and convinced him to do things that she couldn’t believe he agreed to. He agreed to send her text messages letting her know when he was jerking off. She couldn’t believe a man would be so pathetic as to do such a thing, but she loved how she had so much power over him that she could get him to do it.
Justine loved the excitement of risking being caught. The master came over regularly to fuck when Trent was out, and just leave before he came home. It was a regular part of their discussion to belittle and mock Trent as they fucked as well.
Sometimes, Trent would send text messages telling Justine that he was jerking off thinking about her, and she would show the master and they would laugh while he fucked her all the harder for it. The contrast between Trent pathetically jerking off to her while she was having fantastic sex with another man was like a drug to Justine. It made her climax all the more.
Later she introduced the idea of having him start masturbating before she went out, so that she would know he was tense with sexual frustration the whole time she was fucking the master. The master couldn’t believe a man would be so pussy whipped as to wait for his own wife in that state, and his mockery of Trent made Justine happy and laugh.
They went on like this for weeks, and not only was Justine enjoying her evil betrayal more and more, Trent, the pathetic chump, seemed to be happier and happier too. Justine could see his heart swelling with more and more love for her.
Justine kept finding new ways to mock Trent behind his back. Since she often made dinner for Trent, she would have the master cum into the baking dish so that later she could feed it to Trent. She would giggle and smirk as she watched Trent enthusiastically eat the master’s cum.
As much as Justine was enjoying being bad in this way, she knew that eventually, the real thrill would be in revealing to Trent what was happening. Sometimes she couldn’t believe that someone could be so bad, and that that someone was her. It felt so good, though, to look at herself from an outside perspective and see what a wicked, evil woman she had become.
Finally, she could wait no longer. The moment had arrived. She made arrangements with the master, and prepared the moment when she would completely crush Trent and savor every moment of it.
“I’m ready,” she said to Trent over dinner one night. Trent thought she meant she was ready to have sex with him. He would soon find out how wrong he was, and how wrong he had been all this time.
*** The Room, Part Three ***
Trent was completely confused and wanted to turn his head, but the ball gag straps that went around his head attached to chains that hooked to the chair in such a way that prevented him from turning around far enough.
He could only hear his wife quickly run, her heels clicking on the floor, over to whoever had come into the room. Her voice sounded enthusiastic, like an excited little girl, and it sounded like she jumped into the person’s arms.
“I missed you so much!” Justine said, “it’s been days since we’ve been together.” Trent heard her punctuating her words with passionate kisses. Trent’s brain screamed out wondering who this person was that Justine was greeting with a kind of enthusiasm he assumed she only had for him. If anything, she seemed even more happy to see this man.
“Were you having a little fun with him before I arrived?” a powerful confident man’s voice said.
“Yes,” Justine said, still in her enthusiastic little girl attitude, “but it’s nothing like when I’m with you.” More giggles, and kissing. Then Trent heard them walking back. Only Justine, though, walked in front of Trent so that he could see her. He couldn’t help notice the way she strutted in her heels. Even in this moment of confusion, he was so turned on by her, as any man would be. She came and sat on his lap, and when she did, her breasts brushed against his face. When she spoke, the bounced with enthusiasm which made her breasts jiggle and wobble.
“I want to introduce you to someone,” Justine said, “everyone calls him ‘the master’, so that’s how you can think of him.”
Trent’s eyes widened as a man, the master, walked into view. He was tall, fit, and he had a huge cock that looked like it would weigh too much to stand up and out with such rigidity. He came over so close that he could put one hand behind Justine’s head and on her shoulder. Because of where he stood, his long cock came between Justine and Trent’s face. Trent recoiled a bit. He tried to move away from it, but of course he couldn’t move at all.
“Hello there, Trent,” the master said. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly about how you masturbate to your wife while I fuck her.” Justine laughed, and Trent thrashed with anger.
“Awww…” Justine said like a sympathetic mother. “What’s that dear? Is it upsetting to know I’ve been fucking another man? Or is it that his cock is so much bigger than yours?” While Justine spoke she casually put a hand on the master’s huge cock. She wiggled it a little right in front of Trent’s face to emphasize her words. “Maybe it’s because you now realize what a sucker you’ve been all these months. Ha ha ha! That’s right, the whole time you’ve been jerking off, even since before I knew you were so pathetic as to choke your chicken instead of fucking me, I’ve been having such incredible sex.” Justine said the last few words in an over the top tone to really emphasize them. “You can’t even imagine all the ways in which the master has been fucking me. He’s done everything you’ve wanted to do. I’ve even had threesomes with him. Wouldn’t you have liked to see me with another woman? Ha ha ha! That’s every man’s fantasy, isn’t it?”
When she laughed, she took the master’s cock, which she held at the base, and she slapped it against Trent’s face. With each smack, it made a wet, fleshy sound as it slapped against Trent’s cheeks, nose, and forehead. It left behind smatterings of clear, gooey, slime.
“Hrrrrrgh!!” Trent screamed behind the ball gag. He was going insane with anger. Being slapped with another man’s cock was maybe the most humiliating thing he could think of, though he knew more was coming.
“Must be soooo frustrating for such a big, strong, man,” Justine said, overemphasizing her words as if she were praising a small child, and she ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, “to not be able to do anything about this. What would you do if you could get out? Punch my lover? Beat me up?”
For an answer Trent looked up at the master’s face with murderous eyes. He was breathing heavily and his face was red with rage.
“Sorry, chump,” the man said, and as he spoke he ruffled Trent’s hair, as if Trent were a little boy, “but you’re probably used to being on the losing end of life. From what I can see, right from the start mother nature didn’t endow you with much to win with.”
Trent thrashed his head to try and get away from being belittled by the way the man ruffled his hair. The man’s words, though, cut into Trent like a knife. He sharply turned his head so that he was looking at Justine. His eyes were wide with bewilderment. He looked at her pleadingly. “Nnnggg… Nnmmlph,” Trent was trying to say something like “no, it’s not true. Say it isn’t true.”
“It’s probably hard for you to understand why I’d want to do this to you,” Justine said. As she spoke, she had both her arms draped casually around Trent’s neck, so that she was speaking to him intimately. While she spoke, the man casually rubbed his cock on her face, casually stroking her cheeks. Whenever the tip or shaft of his cock would pass by her lips, she would kiss or lick it absent mindedly. “Since I started cheating on you, I’ve come to understand that our marriage was built on a lie. The lie that you and I were equal. The truth is, I’m part of a better class of people. Richer, more beautiful, more popular… just, better.”
“I’m going onto better things, to go around the world, to see and do more than I could do with you,” Justine continued. “Things that people like you can’t even dream of.”
“When I finally understood how much I enjoyed dominating people and torturing them, I tried S and M,” Justine said. “However, it was all so fake. Real pain isn’t in smacking someone with a paddle. Real pain is tearing their heart apart. When I realized how much I could hurt you, I knew that’s what I wanted to do.”
“You should be happy, actually,” Justine said, “The pain you feel is like a sacrifice to me. What I’m taking from you today gives me power. I know you won’t understand, but you should be happy. After all these years, I finally know what it is I need, and you get to give it to me!” Justine took the master’s cock and began licking up and down its shaft, the whole time looking directly into Trent’s eyes. Trent kept making grunting noises, his face now red with rage. Justine loved it.
Justine began sucking the master’s cock in earnest, her head bobbing backwards and forwards mere inches from Trent’s face. Trent would try to look away, but the master would grab him by his hair and force him to look at what was happening. “Don’t miss out, dork. She’s great at this. And this is as close as you’re ever going to get to it,” He said, and he laughed. Justine’s eyes twinkled with evil satisfaction.
Justine spent a long time sucking the master’s cock. As much as Trent was so upset, he was also transfixed by how erotic she looked. She made loud, slurping noises as dollops of pre-seminal fluid dripped down into her cavernous cleavage. Trent couldn’t help but watch as little streams would trickle down her huge tits, disappearing around the sides or down in between them.
The master shuddered and began to cum, and cum hard. Trent winced as she slid her mouth off and a little bit of the juices all over his cock flicked onto Trent’s face when the master’s cock sprung free from her lips. While jacking the master’s cock, Justine guided the thick ropes of cum that shot out so that he came all over her tits. Thick streams of gooey, slimy cum splattered all over Justine’s tits. With one hand pumping the master’s cock, she used the other hand to spread the cum across her cleavage and around her massive breasts. She seemed intent on making sure her tits had an even coat of slimy, sticky cum all over them, especially down the between them, and there was plenty of cum to accomplish the task. The master grunted and growled as if it were painful to let so much cum out.
Justine turned to Trent and licked her tongue lowly across his face, from chin up over his right eye, leaving a trail of slimy goo. Trent thrashed to move out of the way but he couldn’t.
“Did you enjoy watching that?” Justine said coyly. “Must be hard to know that’s what you’ve been missing out on all this time. Ha ha ha!” The master laughed too. She brought her legs up so that she could slid her tiny panties off, and then she stood up with her legs in a wide stance and her hands on her hips in a powerful stance. Her statuesque body looked like that of a goddess. A goddess of pure sadistic evil. The master, standing behind her, had his arms around her, under her arms, and each hand held up a massive breast, each breast spilling out over top his wide spread fingers. Her breasts didn’t need any support, but the master was enjoying the feel of their weight and size.
Trent looked up at her, and that’s when Justine and the master both noticed the tears trickling down his face from his red eyes. “You see, Justine,” the master said, “you can see it on his face. He wants to hate you but he can’t. He loves you too much. He’s loved you too long for his heart to give up on you, even now that he can see your true self. He doesn’t want to believe it. He holds onto the hope that somehow this isn’t real, or that this isn’t really you. You can literally see his heart shattering into pieces as his hopes fight with the reality.” Justine listened intently to the master’s words, and enjoyed them almost as if they were a form of sex themselves. She writhed her body slightly, rubbing up against him.
She leaned forward so that she had her hands on Trent’s shoulders and she brought her face right in front of Trent’s. “Is that true honey?” she said in a voice that was a wicked simulation of sympathy. “It’s okay, honey, you don’t need to answer. I know you better than you know yourself. I know you still love me. You poor, pathetic little man. This must be so awful for you.” Trent looked right back into her eyes, and there was no hiding his feelings. He was so confused. How could one be so in love with someone who was enjoying breaking one’s heart?
She was standing so that with her legs straight and bent over as she was, the master was in the perfect position to slide his long rock hard cock into her and she cooed with delight. Then she said to Trent, “Poor little boy, let mommy comfort you a little. You’ve always found comfort by snuggling against my big breasts, haven’t you?” She was being rocked back and forth by the thrusts of the master’s cock, but even so, she slowly arched her back up so that she brought her huge, wobbling breasts up to the same level as Trent’s face. Slowly and deliberately she brought them toward his face, enjoying that he was realizing what this was about. He looked at her breasts, covered in the masters cum. He thrashed as if there was something he could do to avoid it, but of course there wasn’t. She then pressed her breasts into his face, which resulted in Trent being smothered all over his face with the slimy cum covering her tits. She held the back of Trent’s head to ensure he was snugly pressed in between her soft pillowy tits. He struggled and shook his head, but that only resulted in him being more covered with goo. He got some up his nose, and he could taste it in his mouth as all the movement caused it to slip in and around his ball gag. He grunted and howled with anger while Justine moaned with ecstasy.
The master fucked Justine like this for what seemed like forever to Trent. Justine came like Trent never imagined she could, screaming wildly, and she came again and again. Then the master said, “Justine, why don’t we give him a full view of how you look when you are being truly pleasured?” The master slid his cock out of Justine’s pussy, and then the two of them stepped over to the white leather bench directly across from Trent, no more than a yard and half away from him. The master sat and Justine lowered herself onto his cock, facing toward Trent. In this way, she bounced up and down on his shaft, so that Trent could see the whole thing. Her tits bounced and her face showed such pleasure that she was erotic to look at. Trent hated that it was turning him on to look at her. He wanted more control over his feelings, but it seemed like she owned every part of him, and he felt what she wanted him to feel.
The master and Justine chatted while they fucked, talking about all the ways she had betrayed Trent. They would reminisce about amusing moments, and then laugh at Trent.
“Can you imagine,” Justine said toward Trent, “while you sat at home with your hand on your cock and sending me messages to tell me, the master’s cock was deep inside me just like this.”
She revealed to Trent how the master’s cum was a significant part of Trent’s diet by him putting it in the food Justine prepared. Trent felt sick to his stomach. Every detail, every little anecdote they amused themselves with was like another punch in the gut.
They would change positions, and the master came on Justine a few times, so that she was covered in his gooey liquids and the whole room smelled of semen. In each position, they made sure Trent had a good view, and laughed at how he couldn’t take his eyes off them, and that his cock was hard despite how frustrated with rage he was.
After what seemed like ages of this to Trent, he felt a rage fueled strength build up inside him. At that time, Justine was on her back and the master was fucking her tits. Trent howled with anger so much that he chocked and spittle ran out the sides of his ball gag. He pulled and strained and twisted side to side to break free. The restraints and chains wouldn’t budge, but after thrashing side to side, the chair started to come loose from the floor. Sensing that something was about to give, he pushed harder and harder with his legs to life the chair upward. There was a creaking sound as the braces that bolted the legs of the chair to the floor started to bend. Trent made a strained growl of effort as he made his strongest effort yet.
The noise of the bolts breaking made Justine and the master stop to watch. At this point they had become lost in their own ecstasy, so it was like they had been reminded Trent was there. They both turned, pausing in mid motion, with the master’s iron hard cock between her huge tits, and Justine squeezing them together to smother his cock lovingly. Although they paused, they didn’t look worried, they merely looked curious.
With a loud pop that sounded almost like a gun shot, a bolt holding a back leg of the chair came out of the floor board, and the chair lurched forward. The second brace on the other back leg broke immediately afterward. Trent hoped that once the chair was free of the floor he could break the chair apart. He twisted and grunted with another effort, taxing his strength, and with that, one of the front leg braces twisted free.
Then Trent fell forward, his face smacking into the ground. His nose began to bleed, and he let out a howl of pain, and anger at his efforts not being enough. He tried to shift and push with his whole body so that he could wrench free from the last brace that held the last chair leg against the ground. However, even though the metal brace was twisted and folded, it held firm. Also, now that he was on the ground, he lost all leverage against it, and so all his effort amounted to nothing more than squirming. The most he could do was turn his head to the side so that he wasn’t lying face down.
Justine and the master looked at Trent, then at each other, and then burst out laughing. They both relaxed their positions because they were laughing too much to maintain it. They laughed so much that they teared up, and couldn’t form words. After what was an agonizingly humiliating long time, Justine and the master got up and stepped over to Trent. Justine crouched down so that she could pat him on the head.
“Oh, Trent,” she said, “what a sweet little loser you are. That was so adorable. And I agree with your that this is a much better position for you.” Justine, seizing the moment, positioned herself so that she was on her knees, with her legs either side of Trent’s head. Her hands were on the two back legs of the chair. Her dripping pussy was right above Trent’s face. The master followed her lead and, kneeling down behind her, entered her pussy, mere inches above Trent’s face. The spatter of juices that came down like a rain from where the master was slamming his cock in and out of Justine’s pussy. Trent flinched and winced at every drop, and there was a constant rain of drops.
This went on so long that Trent got soaked. And when the master at long last came, he pulled out enough so that all fell with an audible splat onto Trent’s face as well, and dribbled down into a puddle where his cheek was resting against the floor.
Trent and the master got up. Trent couldn’t turn to see Justine or the master as the weight of his body forced him to lie with one side of his face on the floor. He tried looking up to the side, but they were on the other side of his head, so he could only hear them. They were chatting idly to themselves, as if Trent weren’t even there. Trent could hear them kissing gently while they talked.
“Was torturing him as fun as you had hoped?” the master asked.
“Mmmm, better” Justine purred in agreement, her mouth attached to the master’s. Then she said, “Should we get going? I want to be well rested before we meet everyone for brunch tomorrow.” Trent felt a shock that fueled his anger. She was talking as if tomorrow she would just casually go off and meet friends and have wine and good times, as if stomping on his heart wasn’t life changing for her as it was for him. He would remember every second of all that happened here in excruciating detail for the rest of his life, and she was talking as if her life was going to merely go on being fun and at her leisure. The imbalance was infuriating.
“Yes,” the master said, “but first I need to use the washroom.”
“Oh,” Justine said, “there’s a room with showers and, oh! You mean,” and then Justine stopped speaking suddenly and giggled. There was no sound at all for a few moments, and Trent couldn’t tell what was going on. Then suddenly he felt a stream of piss hitting his head. “Oh, you’re so bad!” Justine said playfully.
“NNNNRRRRR!!” Trent howled through his ball gag, and made the entirely futile attempt to move in any direction at all that would get him out of the way. However, all he was able to do was shake his head spastically. The master aimed his stream of piss to make sure Trent’s hair was soaked, and that it dribbled down all over his face. Trent’s hearing was obscuring by the sound of piss swirling in his ear. It got in Trent’s nose, and around the ball of the gag, and he could taste its acidic burning taste. “HHHHNNN!! LLGLGNNN!!” Trent’s tears of rage and futility were masked by the urine burning his eyes.
“Ha ha hah!” Justine laughed with delight. “Poor baby!” she said in her evil, motherly tone. The master chuckled as well, and took his sweet time until the last drops spilled out onto Trent’s cheek.
There was a bit of silence, and Trent wasn’t sure what was going on. Then suddenly, her wedding ring dropped right in front of his face, bouncing slightly, but not rolling away as its motions were slowed by the puddle of cum, pussy juice, and piss that Trent’s head was lying in. He watched it roll a little and then come to a stop in front of his face.
The world seemed to go silent for a moment as he watched the ring come to a stop. It was the perfect symbolic finish to Justine’s game of pain and agony. Trent was so focused on the ring that it took him a moment to hear Justine and the master open the door to leave the room.
“I want to do that again,” Justine was saying, “to other men.”
“You will, Justine,” the master said, “you are goddess now, and we will make many sacrifices to you.”
Justine laughed a charming, flattered laugh and then the lights went out and the door closed. It was perfectly silent and dark. Trent didn’t move at all, even within the constricted bounds that he could. He couldn’t believe he was just going to be left there. Did they intend for him to die there? They weren’t going to unbind him?
Suddenly Trent went mental, fighting as hard as he could against the restraints and screaming out. “HHHRRRRRPPPP!! HHEEEEEENNNNNP!!”” He called out in hopes of someone hearing him despite the ball gag. He got nowhere with the restraints or chair. No one came in answer to his cries.
He had no idea what time it was. He guessed some time after midnight, but it was hard to say when. He tried to get calm and think about the situation. If it was the middle of the night, then there wouldn’t be many people around. The best thing to do would be to rest, conserve energy, and then in the morning when there might be people passing by close enough to hear him to use his strength to make as much noise as possible then.
He tried to will himself to sleep, despite the brutally uncomfortable position, and the acidic smell of urine right under his nose. He went through a few waves where he had a steely determination to get out of this and he imagined what he might be able to do the next day to get his revenge. Then his feelings would swing like a pendulum the other way and he felt so used, helpless and that he was trapped and it was all futile. He wailed and cried, knowing that there was no need to try and hold onto his manly pride by not crying. He knew Justine and the master were far away by now and no one at all was listening to him. He would let go, and just feel the pain.
Even while he lay there, the master’s words burned into him. It was true what he said that even though Justine had been so cruel, that Trent wouldn’t be able to stop loving her. Trent had years of building a relationship with her. A powerful, deep loving relationship. It didn’t just go away. Instead, it was there in his mind and his heart, right beside the new reality that she was sadistic and evil. The two feelings fought, and his whole psyche was caught in between, feeling unrelenting pain. He tried to believe she must be brainwashed, she must be drugged, or something that would explain that it wasn’t really her and that maybe he could get his Justine back.
Although he had doubts about whether not he’d be able to sleep, the emotional turmoil was more exhausting than he would have imagined, and just from pure exhaustion he passed out sometime in the night. It was a fitful sleep, filled with nightmares that were just images and feelings, where he would see Justine and want her so bad, and she would laugh at him.
Some time later which must have been very early in the morning, Trent was discovered by two Mexican cleaners who did not speak English very well. They woke him up and were confused and concerned, and asked if they should call the police.
Trent, however, was absolutely raging with anger. He thought they might somehow be connected with Justine and the master, so he got ready to attack them the moment he got free. He couldn’t quite pounce from how he was released from the chair, but he still grabbed one of them, and started yelling about where was this “master” person. However, after some confused pushing and shoving, it was clear they had absolutely no idea what was going on. They just worked at that building or were contracted to clean up this room, or something along those lines.
With gestures and simple English, he convinced them not to call the cops. He told them not to because he wanted to handle this himself, like a man. He thought that very day he might go out and buy a gun and use it to kill Justine and the master, and anyone else he might find her with at the time. Although even that plan was confused. He also wanted to save Justine from the master. The master must have done something to her. In any case, whoever Trent had to kill, he didn’t care if he went to prison or even if he died in the process. The things that were done to him deserved absolute vengeance.
Trent’s clothes were in a pile in a corner of the room. He convinced the two cleaners to leave the room for a while as he dressed. He also wanted the time to get his bearings. He looked up at the two video cameras and felt a wince of anger. When he first came into the room, he wondered if they were on. Now he was certain they were, and they were going to play it back and laugh at his pain. He wanted to destroy the cameras, even though he knew the video they had filmed was somewhere else. He had nothing that could reach them, though, and so, even though he still smelled of urine, he left.
He had his wallet and phone in his pants pockets, so he called a cab to take him home. The driver was obviously a little put off by the way Trent smelled, but Trent told him to shut the fuck up and drive, and that was the end of that conversation.
Trent came home to discover the apartment in a mess. It looked like there had been a party there. There were bottles and glasses everywhere, cigarette butts, some left overs from some drugs that had been used. A lot of things were broken. Some of it looked like it was broken incidentally, but some of it looked deliberate.
When he got into his bedroom, that’s when he noticed a lot of Justine’s clothes missing. There was a huge empty space in the open closet, but Trent wasn’t interested in looking to see exactly what she took and what she left. It didn’t matter.
What was more pressing was the fact that his clothes had been dumped into a pile on the bed, and pissed on. They were soaked, so it had been a group effort. It had to be people doing this for Justine and the master while Trent was in the room with them. Trent realised that his own clothes had been pissed on so that he would have to spend the time washing them before he went out again. Not to mention the humiliation of having his belongings being pissed on. He pulled out some clothes, trying to ignore their dampness and smell, and threw them in the washing machine.
While the washing machine ran, Trent had a little time to look around a little more. It became clear that Justine had taken whatever she felt was sentimental, like some photo albums and keepsakes, but left most of her things, like she was leaving most of her life, behind. There were some details to that were designed to rub salt into Trent’s wounds. He found that of the pictures that were left, his face was burned or torn out of all of them, leaving only images of Justine behind. It seemed she left behind anything that was a memory of him, but also ruined it so all he had was images of her. The message was clear. She mattered to him, he didn’t matter to her.
Trent was thinking about where he could get a gun, and how to go about his revenge, but then his phone rang. He pulled it out, fully expecting it to be Justine or the master calling to mock him. Trent said “Hello?” loud, and aggressively. He was surprised to hear a weak man’s voice on the other end.
“Trent?” the voice said, and Trent immediately recognized it was his brother, Mike, who lived in another city. It was also immediately apparent that Mike was in a lot of pain. Trent could even hear the beeping of hospital equipment in the background. “Trent, it’s me, Mike.”
“Mike?” Trent said, his head spinning. So much was going on, it was hard to stay ahead of it all. “Mike, what’s wrong, bro? Are you okay?”
“I’m in the hospital, Trent,” Mike said. “I, I got jumped last night by a bunch of dudes. I think there were, five of them. Big dudes. They came out of nowhere and, and,” Mike was getting a little choked up. He wasn’t just in pain but obviously upset too. Trent just waited and listened. He knew this was no coincidence, but he had no idea what to say. “Trent, they just beat me up, man. They beat me up right in front of my girlfriend. They beat the shit out of me.”
“When did this happen?” Trent asked.
“Last night,” Mike said. “I wanted to call you earlier, but I’ve been in pretty bad condition. Listen, bro, you have to listen to me. This was no mugging. They didn’t take anything. They just said one thing. It was a message. They said, ‘Tell Trent to be a good boy.’ That’s all they said, bro. What the hell is going on? Are you in trouble with some organized crime or something?”
Trent stood there in the middle of his ruined living room, in his underwear waiting for his clothes to wash, listening to the faint beep sound from the other end of the phone. What could he say? The message was clear. Don’t do anything, anything at all, to come after Justine or the master or your ****** will get it. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, as all his intentions of vengeance now seemed completely unrealistic. This master person was obviously bigger than Trent had contemplated. Trent didn’t have the kind of resources to take down some kind of… whatever the master was. Was he a mafia boss? Something else? Trent didn’t know how to explain the situation, didn’t know if he even understood what it was, didn’t know if he could describe it to his brother without completely humiliating himself, and worried that if he said anything to his brother that upset the master he might be putting his brother in risk of his life. Not to mention his parents or the rest of his ******.
Trent collapsed onto the couch. “Hello? Trent? You there?” Mike said. “Mike, talk to me man, what the hell is going on?”
“I’m sorry Mike,” Trent said, completely defeated. “I can’t say anything, because I don’t want to put you in any more danger. Please, just trust me on this. I’ll come out and see you as soon as I can.”
Trent spoke with Mike a little more, to calm Mike down, and get more details, and tried to play everything down as much as possible, which wasn’t very possible. In the end, Trent had to just insist that he would talk more later. He hung up the phone. Right after he did, he heard the long beep from the other room that let him know his laundry was done.
It didn’t matter now, though. Trent suddenly threw his phone against the wall and it broke into a few, unrepairable pieces. He screamed at the top of his lungs. It was so unfair. It was so unfair that she could do that to him and get away with it. He was full of a rage and pain like he never knew he could feel. He was so wrapped up in agony that he couldn’t do anything except wail and rage for hours to nobody.
What the master said proved to be more true as life went on afterward. Trent wanted to hate Justine with the same equal murderous rage that he felt for the master. However, he found himself missing her, and wanting her, and needing her. When he masturbated, he thought of her. He sometimes called her phone, and though she never answered, it was still in service, so he left all sorts of messages. Sometimes he would scream angrily, sometimes he would beg to be with her. He always felt stupid for doing it, because he knew that she would just laugh at him while fucking the master. And still he kept doing it, for years after.
It seemed that she stopped modelling after that day, because he never came across any pictures of her in magazines or anywhere else. Thought it was possible she was out somewhere where he wouldn’t come across her. Sometimes he spent long sleepless nights on the Internet trying to find her.
His friends started to drift away one by one as he became more bitter and short tempered. He couldn’t maintain relationships because no woman ever measured up to Justine, and even if he thought a woman was close, he couldn’t help but suspect that ultimately she would betray him.
All the while Trent knew that Justine and the master were enjoying themselves, and probably never thought about him, except maybe to laugh about him.
It was completely unfair, and there was no justice.
