No, it was only a dream.

You wake up with a gasp. You look around. There is daylight streaming in through the windows. There are birds chirping outside. The covers of your hospital bed and your pants are pulled down to your knees, and you can feel the cold air of the room on your damp penis.

Before you, the sun radiates of Justine's kind eyes. She is currently licking a dribble of cum she has wiped off her face. Her presence blows with a calming kindness that, although feeling new to you, feels essential to your life.

"Good morning master" she says with adoration.

A sense of relief draws over you as you realize you have just woken up from a dream. She tilts her head at your heavy intake of breath.

"Are you ok master?" She asks, tenderness and worry in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm fine" you reply. "I was having a nightmare."

"It was a bad one wasn't it?" she asks.

You nod your head in agreement. You spend the next few minutes telling her of your nightmare and Cyndi's visit to your room the night before. She walks over near where Cyndi had dropped the syringe the night before and finds it. She picks it up and brings it over to you. She looks at it with a curious look. You inform her of the conflicting emotions you felt over the thread before she ran away.

"Do you think she still wants to hurt you?" she asks.

"I don't know, I haven't figured that part out yet" you tell her.

She looks at me, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. "Should we get Dr. Reese involved? Maybe we can get some extra security around your room. We could even call the police, I'm sure the security cameras have her coming in here after hours."

"No, I don't want to involve anyone else. If she wants to hurt me, she will find a way. And I probably deserve it for what I've done to her. For what I did to you..." You say.

Her brow eyebrows furrow from compassion to mild frustration. She takes a deep breath. The frustration departs and her eyes return to their previous compassionate attention.

"Master, I know this has been bothering you. Probably especially after the incident last night. But I'm happy with how I am and I don't feel a need to change." she says with a patient tone.

"But how do I know I truly have your consent? How do I know that you're not saying this because I told you to say it? That you feel this way because I made you feel it?" You ask, your chest tight with guilt and shame.

She looks at you with pity and understanding. You feel her essence reach out to you over the connection and its touch against you essence is like a kind hand on the shoulder. You don't know if she is consciously reaching out to you or if it was intuition. You didn't even realize that she could send her essence down the line. "Put me under" she instructs me "return me to where I was and I'll answer you honestly."