When Demons Are Redeemed: The Dominant's Muse

Twenty-Four - Effortless Mini-Contest

TWENTY-FOUR

Effortless Mini-Contest

Once Catherine and Tristan have returned to his station, the master once again lies on the cot, and his eyes once more either scrutinize women and the action around him, or the action on the screens, since they offer additional sexual sustenance. Posed on her pedestal, Catherine can either look at her feet, or keep her head up and also observe the sexual goings on around her. In the end, her feet and human forms at play end up sharing her attention while she waits for the next top of the hour in the cycle. When men look at her, however, her feet most definitely get all the attention then.

When 9 a.m. nears, Catherine yawns, which makes Tristan stand up, walk to the kit, and give her a stay-up pill. As the hand that has just received the tablet from Tristan’s sends it to her mouth, the artist checks his art, his canvas. Catherine’s eyes follow her master’s face as it does so, until he is behind her, and she can then only sense her body being studied. She shivers, after a tightening of her nether area annoys her.

A few seconds afterwards, the final event of the weekend’s second cycle is announced over the speakers.

“Aren’t you tired?” Catherine asks, once the host’s voice stops echoing in the grand room.

“No. Let’s go,” Tristan replies, with nothing of his body offering Catherine evidence to contradict his answer. He appears to be as fresh as ever, from head to toe. Catherine shakes her head as the words leave her mind. From head to toe, really? This pill better kick in fast . . .

A minute after the two reach the assembled guests, everyone learns that male creative material will be at the center of the second mini-contest of weekend play. It makes sense that it would be, since, not only do the masters’ bodies create so much more of the substance due to that drug they continue to take, but because it is also presently propelled with such force.

In this contest,  submissives will bring their master to climax, quickly get out of the way, and then, the distance travelled by their master’s ejaculate will be measured and recorded. Since the contest makes all masters break the recommendation that men take a two hour break between orgasms as often as possible, Catherine tells herself that organizers are showing poor planning. She is so very relieved, however, that this mini-competition involves nothing more than her taking Tristan into her mouth, something that she does on a regular basis, that she does not hold it against them. 

This is nothing, compared to the first mini-contest. Blow job to Tristan. Wow. Take a walk on the wild side there. If I had clothes on, this contest might actually be fun to watch, she adds to herself, her chest agreeing to loosen up, for now. Pleasant feeling. Not that she can dismiss the fact that she remains nude, among fully-dressed men.

“Females, you know that to allow the athlete before you to compete at his best, to allow him to put forth his finest effort, you must do more than use a mere moist and warm  body part to bring him to his competitive moment,” the host tells the women by way of a microphone, since people are divided into two groups already.

Each group is situated in one of two competitive areas set up in either one of two passage ways created by a ballroom wall and the backs of the work stations, which make up two opposing sides of the rectangle created by the rows. Lines taped to the floor in both areas will keep the men apart as they compete, creating corridors in front of them, as if they are about to race. Each line has measurements written on it, and each judge will observe four consecutive men, lined up side by side, as they compete. Twenty men will compete at the same time at each of the two locations in the grand room.

Words that flatter the master, extol the wonders of the master/submissive lifestyle, praise his power, appreciate his worth, acknowledge and show acceptance, insist that he is everything to me, Catherine thinks to herself, following the host’s words. Got it. But will things get back to my allowed kind of “normal” after we leave here?