Sensing his time has at last arrived, Justin picks Eleanor up & carries her into his room. He's suprised at how easily she goes along, unless she has now guessed who he is.

He could kiss her for hours, feel her skin against his for the whole night & not hurt her at all. But at some point, she slips out of his grasp & starts fumbling for her clothes. "No, Justin, I'm sorry, I can't do this.....I'm a virgin..," she says, revealing to him that she has not yet figured out that he & Stalker are one. She thinks he wants to make love to her in the common way. (Does he? he wonders...but that is not a thought for now...) So he must show her otherwise before she gets away. He's prepared for this night, anticipating, hoping it would come to this. He has his 'tools' at hand, and he grabs some leather bindings from his drawers, and pulls her hands behind her back & binds them together before she can dress herself. "Princess, the games we play won't require you to lose your virginity: that's yours for as long as you want it," he reassures her. He's not after her precious virginity. "Justin, I'm not playing any games, I'm sorry if I mislead you....," she says, her eyes wild, her heart beating visibly faster as she struggles. She excites him like no one ever has. She still hasn't guessed..."My VirginGoddess," he whispers in ear, standing behind her, and he pulls her hair. She gasps and asks how he knows her screen name..."Haven't you recognized me yet, Princess? Didn't I tell you I'd come for you today?" he chuckles. Finally, realization comes to her "You? You're Stalker?" He slaps her hard on the ass, but not using close to his full strength: she's not ready for that. "In the flesh, " he says, "And at your service," he adds, coming around to face her, giving a little bow. This now, is the most important moment, she knows now she's shared all her fantasies with him, now she has to decide if she wants him to make them come true... "Eleanor, my Princess," he says to her, moving in closer, grabbing her breast & squeezing so hard she gasps sharply, "I can make every fantasy you've ever shared with me come true, everything & anything you want...just say the word..." He shows her the gag he holds in her hand, it is the prop she speaks of most often in her fantasies, she wants to be bound & gagged. And just the sight of it makes her groan, he's sure she wants it. "Say it, Princess, say, 'yes, I want it,' & I'll put this gag on you. Say 'no', and I'll cut you loose..it's up to you now, if you want to keep it all a fantasy, or if you want it for real...."

"Yes, Justin, I want it," she says. So close, he thinks suddenly, to 'I love you', but still so far. Will he ever get to live his own fantasy? Perhaps, but not tonight. Tonight he must gag her, he must prove to her that he can fulfill her fantasies. His own must wait. As Stalker, he was often amused by her writings, her vivid imagination coming up with scenarios that she wouldn't survive if he tried them on her. She is lucky, he thinks, to find herself in his hands, because he is an experienced professional, because he loves her too much to harm her. He watches her eyes, looking for the sign that tells him it's time to stop. When that time comes, he removes her gag & cuts her bindings. Her desires satiated, her mouth ungagged, she begins to flood him with questions, how long has he known about her, how did he find her online..? Justin is too exhausted for all that now. "Tomorrow, Princess, ask me all your questions tomorrw," he murmurs, tucking her into his bed, slipping in beside her, holding her like he has held in in so many dreams now. Tired as he is, he almost is afraid to sleep, afraid he'll wake to an empty bed, to discover it had all just been another dream.

Eleanor is in his bed when he wakes: it is an immense relief to him. But there are still many unanswered questions between them & much to discuss. She's gotten to live out her fantasy: will she still require his services? She has forsworn romance, but will she make an exception for him, since he is so very different from any other man she's experienced? These are not questions to be dealt with on an empty stomach, and Justin must hurry to make breakfast before one of his housemates makes an unspeakable mess of the kitchen. Justin is as finicky about food as he is about bodily issues. He won't eat anything he hasn't prepared himself. And he is an excellent chef, that is not just his opinion: everyone always says so. He loves cooking, perhaps more than he loves anything else. Except Eleanor.

Once their meal is eaten, Justin leads Eleanor back to his room for some talk. He starts by kissing her...he can't believe he was once revolted at the thought of kissing, though he still can't imagine letting anyone other than Eleanor into his mouth. The sweet little novice tells him she's too sore to 'play' right now, that maybe in a few more hours she'll be ready. Justin adores her for her innocence, and is again grateful he got to her first, before someone less knowledgeable did her permanent damage. "A few hours, Princess?" he laughs, caressing her cheek, "You can't put your body through that kind of stress everyday. You'll need at least a few days to recover...and since you are still new at this, I'd prefer giving it a week In the meantime, Eleanor, we should talk, don't you think?"

He sits her down beside him & holds her, wondering what Gavin says to his girlfriends when he has them like this, wondering what he needs to say to keep Eleanor beside him. Given the silence, Eleanor starts in with her own questions: she wants to know how long he's been doing this. He tells her about going to fetish parties as early as high school, and he tells her about his professional activities as well, about working for Mistress Xaviera. That has always been his secret: he also works as a bouncer for a few nightclubs in Hollywood, and that is the only job his housemates know about. But can't lie to Eleanor, or have those kind of secrets, if he's going to get her to love him. "I hope that doesn't..upset you?' he asks her, ready to quit on the spot of she demands. But she doesn't, instead she asks him a poignant question: "Justin, if you have all those people & those clubs, what do you need me for?"

To him, the kiss is answer enough, it is what he needs her for. But he knows she doesn't know him well enough yet to realize she's the only girl he's ever or will ever kiss. He has to tell her, how he dreams of her, how she's becoming his world. "Princess, I need you for love. I haven't pursued you for over a year now just so I can punish you every few days, though of course, I will. From the moment I saw you, Eleanor, I've wanted to hold you..and kiss you. I've never let anyone kiss me before, but with you, it's all I think about. I've never actually had a 'girlfriend', Princess. Or a boyfriend, either, for that matter, no matter what Diego says about me. I want to have you in my arms at night, I want to wake up with you, I want to go places with you & hold your hand...," He looks deeply into her eyes, holding her hands as he speaks, he has to know now if he's to have any chance at all of making her love him. "Eleanor, I'd always assumed your rejection of me was based on your not really knowing about me...now that you know, Princess, do you like me at all? Will you 'go out' with me? Or are you just in it for the games?" She leans her head on his shoulder, he feels like he is finally coming closeto having his only real desire. "I'm so confused, Justin," she says, holding his hand in her smaller hand, caressing his fingers. He wishes he knew a way to clear her confusion. She reaches under his shirt, stroking his bare chest and then she gives his nipple ring a good hard tug. Iit feels incredibly wonderful, everything she does. "You aren't going to find anyone more suited to you than I am, Princess..I've met a lot of people into what we're into, and I've never met anyone like you," he says to her. "I'll be your girl, Justin," she says to him at last, the sweetest words he's ever heard.