When Demons Are Redeemed: The Dominant's Muse

Thirty-Five - Shooting for the Moons

THIRTY-FIVE  

Shooting for the Moons

After Catherine’s coughing bout, she and Tristan return to the contest. He accompanies her all the way to the wall, which makes many female hearts feel faint at his attentive behaviour. They wonder who Catherine is, to merit such attention from someone like Tristan. They know about his persona versus his true self, but they choose to ignore the latter, since it is convenient at the moment to see him as the man that he puts on for the world.

Once her master walks away, Catherine is once more positioned by an attendant, on her hands and knees and facing the wall. A different non-refundable, since Tristan now belongs to a different round of shooters, then takes her place somewhat above her, facing away from the wall, and thus able to see the shooters while she keeps Catherine’s target visible for their aim.

As he observes the masters of his new lot when competing begins, Tristan soon realizes that the shooters ahead of his effort are not aiming for Catherine. They don’t want another man to be allowed to sample her, when they couldn’t, he deduces, incredulously. A true shot from a master reaching her target, does, after all, allow another master to penetrate her, as part of his warm-up for competing. The men either fear that that warm up will give other shooters an advantage, or they are  indeed unwilling to allow another man what they themselves did not get to enjoy.

When it is Tristan’s turn to be allowed to penetrate a target hit by the previous corresponding shooter in line, this target is located right next to Catherine. The shooter hit only one. Many shooters hit none at all, at least not perfectly well, and imperfect hits do not count.

Tristan would normally swagger to his allowed rear-end and penetrate it masterfully, without care, while freeing his mind to happily play alongside his manhood. However, after his approach, his eyes instead find Catherine’s, since, from where he was standing in line, he could not see them in order to gauge the progress of her recovery.

She frowns slightly, when his eyes enquire, and her own then respectfully tell her master to get on with it, and so, to lower his pants and to allow his mind, by way of his eyes on the posterior mounds of flesh now before him, to get him hard. Catherine then turns her face forward again, since looking backwards and up hurts her neck. Weekend experience has taught her that such contortion of her body, however, does not damage the art upon her skin.

With the help of a few deeper breaths, she then prepares to look back, once Tristan’s shaft is inserted, once his firmness is within and enjoying slipping itself in and out. She knows that, just like he takes pleasure in partaking in every type of weekend-play blending, her master will no doubt expect to look down and see a combination of her face and her contorted position, with her own behind made prominent, in addition to the connection in front of him, as well as to the nude non-refundable who remains somewhat above his submissive, holding her rear cheeks apart. As for the non-refundable whom Tristan will be penetrating, she will briefly not display her target, as he makes use of it, and the woman responsible for the task of insuring that it is seen once again after he vacates it will remain close by, as another present to the master‘s eyes. True submissives are never cheek holders.

When Catherine turns her face up and back again, however, she set eyes on Tristan looking back into hers, and nowhere else. Not within himself as he entertains some sex scene in his mind, nor at a connection before him, since none is achieved.

I don’t want the Tristan-persona! She screams at him, within herself. You fake, hypocritical . . . You . . .

His eyes leave hers and travel down her back all the way to its drop-off area, as she kneels, and then travel all the way back up again. Time soon runs out, and Tristan has not played, has not kick-started his turn, has not penetrated the exquisite rump before him that Catherine is certain that he very much wanted to spread apart and enjoy.