Sequel to Weekend with Goddess - Part 1

Prologue
My Goddess had become more subservient since our great sexual weekend together.
She had started seeing me more as a master to her, and she was tempted by a fantasy she had been having, the feeling of not being equal for a time, and having to obey.

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

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

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

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

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

My Goddess and her “Piggy” Adventure
I was waiting for you at the train station, my anticipation to see you seemed to make time move slower. I feel the vibration in my pocket.
I pulled out my phone and saw a text from you.
It was a text to say the train will be slightly delayed, then while I was figuring out how to respond to another vibration, this time the text had no words, just a picture, you are wearing a piggy nose accessory.
(I was still unsure of the request you had made for me for today, but decided to let you enjoy yourself rather than raise any objections.)
I sent a text back that said, “I will do my best to give you not just what you want…but what you need!”
(For a second I got lost into possibilities of how the day could work for us, but more importantly for my Goddess.)
It must have only been a fleeting time that passed, I was aimlessly looking at the information boards, you would be here with me soon.

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

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

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

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

I was starting to worry how you would reply or if you would dodge it completely.
Just as I was about to go back to your photo on the train, another vibration.

You had simply put “Today, I am you pig, and I am ready and willing Paul.”
(I knew then your mind wasn’t going to be changed, so I had to assume my role and give you what you wanted)

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

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

You simply replied with “Oink!!”

I could see your train slowly rolling up the tracks to the Canterbury East platform.
I remember closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in and my breathing out synchronised with the train doors sliding open.

There you were my goddess in the flesh once again.
You stepped onto the platform, and it was as if an undetectable sonar for me was built into you, because everyone else looked around aimlessly and you just turned and locked your eyes onto me.

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

We smiled at each other, you walked towards me, and we kissed. I gently pulled my lips away from yours after a few seconds and you half fell towards me pushing your lips out, longing for a few seconds longer, you seemed to catch yourself and you smiled.
We both looked at each other in the same way we had looked at each other at the end of our last weekend, we both knew that today was going to be something special.
I purposely keep the silence for a little while, trying to gauge your reaction.
You look around the platform a little scatter-brained and say, “So where are we going then Paul?”
I just look at you and put my finger on your lip and say “sshhhh” and tell you to take my hand, in that split second, I was certain you quickly bit your lip in excitement.
You grab my hand almost faster than I could open it.

I knew you were desperate to know more but managed to keep yourself under control.
With your hand in mine, we walk out of the train station, we cross the road and walk over the bridge that goes over the motorway, there was something funny watching your head dart round to the different cars driving in the different lanes.
Once we crossed the bridge, I said “we are going to start our day here, this is the Dane John Gardens”
(This is like a historic little park built around castle like walls right near the city centre)
As we descended the steps down to the park, I slightly let you nudge ahead. I had to admire you, your clothes, your hair, your face, your skin, it all seemed so perfect, you were truly beyond beautiful.
As we reached the last step I said, “I want you to sit on the grass by the flowers there and I don’t want you to move, I’ll be back in a second.”
You nodded, and I left you sitting on the grass by the flowers. I looked back for a second and the whole scene of it looked so picturesque with you being the centrepiece.

It had taken longer than I had intended, and you had been sitting without instruction for too long. You are about halfway to standing up completely to have a peek to see where I am, and I had that second come around the corner.
You think about trying to quickly sit back on the grass like you hadn’t moved, hoping I hadn’t seen you, but also half hoping I had seen you, wondering what I would do.
I had seen you; I told you to get on your knees, I then lay on the grass next to where you are kneeling.
You see my holding the white paper bag in my hand, I had bought two bacon sandwiches, I hoped it was subtle enough to show I was all in for you, for your request of me today.
I could instinctively tell you wanted some sort of punishment for moving. I tell you to take one of the sandwiches out of the bag, as you go to pick it up, I tell you to forget the bread and to just feed me the bacon.
You looked slightly bemused, but I could see you had realised I was trying. You kneeled over me, your face looking down at me, and you did as you were commanded and fed me the bacon.

I see you look towards the 2nd sandwich. I said, “that was yours piggy, but you had moved.”
I told you to feed me the two other slices of bacon from what would have been her sandwich to me, but to do it differently than she did before.
I looked in your eyes and I could see the cogs in your brain turning as you reached for the two strips of bacon.
As you tossed the bread back into the paper bag, you paused for a second to decide what you were going to do and then I saw the briefest of smiles skip across your face.
You look down at your kneeling position next to me and I watch as you raise one left over the other side of my chest, so now you’re practically sitting on my cock.

You smile a little as you feel the pressure from my trousers that you had made the right decision.
You lean towards me, gifting me a perfect view of your eyes, your mouth and your tits that were beaming with light from the afternoon sun.
You feed me one piece of the bacon with your right hand as your left hand pressed against my chest to steady yourself.
I look at the last slice of bacon in your hand, then I look back into your eyes.
You lean towards my face once again, but this time you put the slice of bacon in your bra, glistening in between your tits.
You hover your tits over my mouth, I took a couple of bits and left a little bit left, and told you that you could have it.
You grab it from your tits, look me in my eyes and slowly slide the bacon up your neck to your mouth, it leaves a little snail like trail of bacon juice, you move the bacon around your lips a couple of times, then swallowed the bacon, looked at me, and said “oink!”
You looked at me for approval, even though I didn’t say anything to you, you could see in my eyes I was happy that you were happy.
(In that moment I wouldn’t have traded you for anyone else, and that in this moment in time, this was the only place I wanted to be.)
I sit up a little and put both my hands on both sides of your neck and pull you towards me and kiss you.
You go to grab my shorts to pull them down out of some uncontrollable impulse, but I quickly said, “no piggy, not yet.”
I could tell for a split second I had stopped your fun, but then saw you realise that I obviously had a bigger plan in mind.
(I was starting to battle myself as I knew what had just happened with the bacon was something she would have wanted, but I really did want to treat her, she deserved everything!)

I instructed you to get off the top of me, and I said, “would you like a coffee piggy?”
You said “yes please”
I managed to quickly catch myself from turning from her as I remembered again what she wanted from me today.
So, I looked you in the eyes, and you seemed a little confused and then quickly said “I mean Oink!”
I half smiled and said, “good piggy, wait here and I’ll be right back with our coffees, don’t worry I know how you like yours.”
As I started to walk to the pop-up coffee vendor, I saw you looking around, seeing the people in the park were starting to notice you.
I knew you were thinking to yourself that would have done what you just did with the bacon if you knew the people could have been watching the whole time?

I could tell you were getting excited with the feeling that you had been giving in, following my instruction, and being controlled by me.
As you were waiting for me to return to you, the sun had seemed to have intensified and it really started to shine across the park, it started to beam onto your body once again, this golden light hitting your skin and the heat wrapping around your body.
The heat suddenly made you become aware of your whole body, you were now feeling hot and sweaty, you could feel your curves, your tits soaking into your top.

You could feel your legs open as you lay back on the grass out of some kind of uncomfortable desperate exhaustion.
The light, the heat, the sweat dancing across your body, your breathing feeling heavy as your chest pushed into your top, again it reminds you that deep down we are all just animals, you looked over towards me and remembered that today you aren’t just any animal, but my little piggy.
I slowly came back with the coffee, half blinded by the sun’s rays, in particular the light beaming from the water of the nearby water fountain, the heat was making me half tempted to jump into it.

As I was approaching you, I could see you spread out on the floor, all hot and sweaty. I watched as your top was gripping your tits and your chest was lifting up and down as you exhaled in the heat.
After a few seconds I was practically next to you, you must have known I was watching you, but you pretended as if you hadn’t seen me, and I could tell you purposely took deeper and deeper breaths.
I cleared my throat and said, “coffee is served,” you quickly sit up and I give your coffee to you. I said, “and what do you say,” your eyes looked at me as if it was looking into my soul and you said “oink!”
I said “I was thinking more thank you, but that works” I started to smile just as you were starting your cute little laugh, but then you accidentally spilled a little coffee on your top.

I could see you groan a little, I had a feeling this must have been a new top that you wanted to impress me with.
I watch as you look down as the hot coffee soaks into your top.
I look around and can see you are being noticed by others in the park again, you look at me, and see I am looking at the people.
I started to place my coffee on the grass to take off my top to give to you, but before my coffee had planted itself on the ground you had looked at the strangers in the park, looked at me and then you ripped your top off over your head and discarded it to the grass. I see your perfectly blue bra for the first time.
It was getting harder for me to fight the urges to not take you right there and then.
You could see where my eyes were fixated, and you adjusted your bra, to make sure you were perfectly presented to me and then looked at me obediently, waiting for a command.

I placed out my hand, you grabbed it, and I picked you up.
There we were standing face to face, you were waiting in anticipation in the heat, sweat trickling down the valley in between your tits.
A few seconds had gone by, I waited for another few seconds, my eyes locked into yours and then I had decided to take my top off and told you to put it on.
I said that piggy doesn’t deserve to have people look at her tits.
(But deep down I wanted you covered up, I knew a part of you must have felt embarrassed and it wasn’t time for me to see you like that yet, I had to make myself wait till later.)
As you put my top on, I looked around at the strangers in the park, I could see them slowly turn their heads to look elsewhere.
I almost hadn’t realised you had put your hand back into mine, as I was continuing to look around the park.
I could feel you squeeze a little tighter, I knew that you were getting off on me looking at these strangers and reminding them, the park, the world and beyond that you were mine.

I looked back at you, and I picked up your top from the grass with my free hand and said, “come on, I could see some nice shade over by that tree.”
Hand in hand, we were both sweating in the heat as we walked to the tree, the coverage of the shade was more than sufficient for us.
After seeing you in the heat of the sun and now seeing you in the cool shade, I genuinely didn’t know which version of you I wanted more, I was fighting my urges again.
I sat with my back against the tree, with my legs spread apart I tapped the ground in between my legs and said, “so you want to sit with me piggy?”
You smiled and said “oink!”
You sit right between my legs, your back to my chest, your ass pushed against my shorts, you could feel my cock get hard, you know there is no more room to move back, but you try to push back a little more anyway.
I groan a little at the pressure, you look back at me and in a beyond playful way you bite your nice full luscious bottom lip.
I studied your white teeth gleaming on the red lipstick and you let your bottom lip slip away into its usual place and smiled at me.
We both knew at that moment that your body and my cock is only separated by the slim piece of the fabric of my shorts and the fabric of your skirt.
I know you were thinking the same thing as you said “Paul, I’m not wearing any underwear today.”
I looked down at your skirt and then closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my temptations, my urges were really being tested.
I opened my eyes and you said “I can feel you’re not wearing any either”
(Now I was being truly tested, she knew how to push my buttons and take me to the edge. I tried to stay controlled, but temptation pierced through and got the better of me.)
I looked at her and said, “oh you can feel that can you?” she said “oink!”
I couldn’t resist any longer, her being playful, teasing me, sitting right between my legs.
I start to wrap both of my arms around your belly, pulling you a little bit tighter to me.
I then pulled my legs a little bit closer together forcing you to tighten your legs together a little.

Then I slid both my arms down to your spread-out legs in front of me, and then put both my hands underneath your skirt.
I began slowly rubbing your thighs, firstly on top of your thighs, then you could feel my fingers moving to the inside of where your thighs met.
I could tell you were feeling the moment, you put your right hand in the air by my head and you ran your fingers through my hair and grabbed a bit of the hair towards the back of my hair and started to tightly pull on it.
I said, “do you want me to play with your tits,” you said “oink!”

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

I squeezed both tits and said, “do you like that piggy?” and she groaned a little and said “oink!”
I then took your hand off my hair with my right hand and placed your hand on my thigh, I left my hand on top of yours and let my fingers slip in between your fingers, you squeeze a little then feel the power of my grip.
I put my left hand back on your other thigh, then slowly ran down in between where your thighs meet, we both knew at that moment that you had no underwear to act as a barrier.
I start to rub my fingers over your hot and sweaty pussy lips, I could feel your skin falling under the pressure of my fingers.
You started to groan a little, and I said, “do you like that piggy?” and you said “oink!”
I then decided it was time, I placed some of my fingers inside you, first two, then quickly withdrew and went with three fingers and started to work my magic.

I asked again “do you like that piggy?” You tried to say oink, but it fades halfway through as you are being taken over by the control of my fingers in your body, as my movements get faster, I once again say “do you like that piggy?” before you could even half attempt an oink, I do a small bite on your neck.
You try to answer with oink, but instead your elevated breathing only allows you to answer with an exasperated groan as your head falls to the side of my chest.
I see my opening and I kiss down your neck, to your shoulder, then back towards your ear, I could feel your body shaking now, the pace of my fingers seemed to have a mind of their own, engaged in a battle to satisfy your pussy.
I started to slow them down, and keeping my mouth near your ear I said “that’s enough now piggy, we need to go shower, before we got to dinner, the heat is killing me”

(It was the right time to stop, I had released the valve a little on my urges and gave her a little of what she wanted.)
I pull my wet fingers from your pussy, I see you study them, I go to wipe it on the grass, but without permission you quickly grab my hand and put it in your mouth, lean your head back to look up at me and start to suck my fingers.
I was torn, I had not asked you to do something, but was annoyed that I hadn’t thought of it, but more than all of that I was secretly happy seeing what you do when you let yourself take control.

(The conflict in my head was interesting, here you are wanting to be treated like a pig under my control but when you have your own ideas and act on them, it was hot, it was great seeing you go for what you wanted, in both ways you could say I was lucky, but deep down I still just wanted my goddess with no constraints, ultimately I just wanted you.)
You must have sensed my mind had wandered a little, as you slowly released my fingers from your mouth. I smiled at you, I finished off my coffee, which would have been colder if not for the heat of the sun.

I double tapped you on your right thigh with your hand and said “up”, I watched you get up in front of me, the back of your skirt barely flicking my face. I see you turn around and look at me and re-adjust your skirt a little as I get up.
As I got to my feet, I felt a little dizzy, was it the situation, was it the heat, was it you, I wasn’t sure. I looked at you, as you finally did one sharp pull of your skirt to pull it in place to how you wanted it.
I smiled at you and held out my hand, but before I could tell you to take my hand you had already done it.
(Again, I was torn, I hadn’t instructed you, but instead settled my mind by creating a loophole that it was basically Pavlovian conditioning now and to not overthink it.)

You grip my hand and smile at me, it was a sight and a half, even your shadow silhouetting in the grass seemed to radiate your beauty.
(I wanted nothing more than to say to you that I wish everyone could see you how I see you, but that would have ruined your piggy request of me, I couldn’t break the illusion, I still had a role to play.)
Hand in hand we walk across the last parts of the Dane John Gardens.
We crossed the road and starting walking past the bus depot, it was funny seeing all the people waiting on their seats the other side of the plastic see through screens, I could see most of them study you as if you were something magnificent to be studied in an aquarium.
We reach the end of the bus depot and turn left to walk into the entrance to the city centre of Canterbury. You were so vivacious, looking at the shops either side of you.

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