Author's Note - This Chapter has some elements of non-consent again, but they are brief. This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your thing!
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and support this story! For those just jumping in here, I recommend starting at chapter 1 to fully understand the characters and background.
Thanks also to ftw752 for continuing to give me help with editing!
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I was worried after the weekend away with Pat that things with Justin would be awkward, and confused about how that made me feel. Monday after work he took me to the training room and told me to strip and kneel for him.
All of my concerns melted away as I sank into the familiar position in front of my other Master. Pat might be my love, but Justin commanded my submission just as much now, and he ensured quickly, with the help of his favourite implements, that I remembered it.
The session was short, but intense, and I appreciated him clearing the air, so to speak, even if he used a crop and a cane to do it.
He kept me busy, both at work and at home, and the next two weeks passed quickly. Before I knew it, roughly 3 weeks had passed since Pat left. We were on the home stretch, but it still seemed like forever before I'd see him again.
True to his word, Justin had purchased some new clothes for me, and he had delighted in bringing me to work in increasingly racy outfits, although he always made sure the outer layer was professional enough for work.
He had also purchased some role play clothes after watching porn with me. He'd enjoyed spanking me in a schoolgirl outfit for goofing off in class before forcing me to suck him off as a way to improve my grades.
I'd also arrived home one day to a maid costume complete with a duster, and he enjoyed getting a little cleaning help around the house and in his training room before stripping me and using my body for his dark desires.
My cocksucking skills had improved significantly, and Master Justin had made me crave having a cock in my mouth as much as he'd made me crave being marked during a spanking. We'd played with most of his implements, and any time I was asked to choose, I still preferred the crop, the belt, and the cane for the marks they left and for my personal feelings attached to each implement.
He had also worked hard on my orgasm control, and I was doing a much better job of holding them back until I received permission. Master Justin was good at reading me, and knew the exact moment to either stop what he was doing or give me permission. He promised with time I would continue to hone this skill, until holding back without permission was second nature.
Every night I'd spoken to Pat, and we'd played over the phone or video chats either with or without Master Justin's involvement. I still missed him desperately, but our impromptu weekend together had made the separation easier, at least at the beginning.
Justin and I had continued to grow closer, and although we both suppressed our feelings, I fantasized sometimes that he would just show up in my room in the middle of the night and fuck me, to hell with the consequences. But awake, away from the dark seduction of night, I didn't want to put stress on my relationship or their friendship.
As the days passed, I watched Pat's obvious strain as he watched me with Justin, and I worried that our relationship had already crossed a line. We hadn't done anything outside of the rules, but our aftercare sessions involved a lot of emotional support and cuddling, and I knew it was taking a toll on Pat to watch it. I also knew I couldn't pull back from Justin without risking an emotional drop I couldn't handle. I needed his sadism, and he gave it to me, but once my masochist was sated, I needed the safety and comfort of a Master until I'd recovered from the scene.
Friday night, exhausted from a caning and extensive oral training, I had crawled into bed and fallen asleep. I no longer woke up scared or disoriented, and Master Justin was quick to arrive in my bedroom if I ever needed him, even hours after a scene.
It was the early hours of the morning on Saturday, and I woke to a sound in my room. I sat up, blinking in the darkness, and looked around.
"Justin?"
Nothing. I stayed silent for a moment and then, assuming it had been a dream, I closed my eyes again.
As I started to drift off, I swore something tickled at my ankle. I grunted and rolled over to my tummy, still mostly sleeping. I felt a tickle at the other ankle, and went to sit up again, but something heavy pressed down between my shoulder blades, keeping me restrained.
My ankles were pulled open and pinned to the bed. I tried to sit up again but something grabbed my arm. Something slimy.
I felt my arms being stretched apart and my mind went into overdrive.
Tentacle monster? Not possible. It was just a story. But as my brain fought against the possibility, I felt something else slimy, heading across my body.
"No. Justin! Justin help!"
A large, squishy tentacle pushed into my pussy, and I gasped as it started thrusting in and out.
I heard Justin's voice...
I woke up, and Justin was sitting on the bed beside me. I almost jumped on him in my relief that he was there.
"Someone was having a vivid dream. You were crying out and thrashing around. But just at the end you started moaning. So tell me, what makes my little sub so horny while she's sleeping?"
I looked up at him and felt my cheeks heat. Thank goodness it was dark.
