When Demons Are Redeemed: The Dominant's Muse

Eighty-Two - Trial Separation?

EIGHTY-TWO

Trial Separation?

The masters gathered before the stage for weekend play’s penultimate show hour are not certain what to think, nor how to react, when the clowns in the circus ring  intimately scrutinize the three true females who are currently most inappropriately on display. As silly sounds accompany their exaggerated moves, the clowns thrust their faces here and there, so very close to the women’s bodies. Although masters themselves intimately examine canvases when permitted to do so by the latter’s respective master, what is happening on stage is all wrong and against the rules.

As this unauthorized trespass continues, Tristan looks on, his face appearing stern to all and downright hostile to those who know him better and who therefore recognize the understatement upon his face.

When the scrutiny ends, four clowns kneel before each other, two by two, and a fifth -- one of the clowns who brought a “volunteer” to bliss and whose behind remains slimy with creative material -- lies down on the floor between them. He is then raised up by the others, as he lies with his back towards the floor and his face looking up, and is carried thus towards the three true. The four carriers advance on their padded knees while keeping up silly clownish play.

“Okay, seriously: has he lost his mind?!” A master who has just reached Tristan and the other two masters of trespassed-upon true asks, unable to contain himself. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that he is referring to the host. Whether or not the three masters with true on stage and who now stand shoulder to shoulder will confront the host, however, that remains to be seen. Masters know that if a confrontation were to go too far, whether in words or in fists, every man’s enjoyment of the remaining cycles of the weekend, as well as the pleasurable and gratifying appreciation of the grand contest’s final stages, could be ruined. Resolving the matter of this blatant infringement, however, is of course the priority.

“End this, before it really goes too far, beyond the point of no return,” a master who stands next to the host strongly recommends. “Only non-refundables participate in the shows. You know that.”

“But using true submissives makes it so much more exciting, don’t you think? Look at all those intrigued, captivated faces in the audience. At all those eyes that just don’t know where to look: stage or Tristan, exhilaratingly forbidden flesh or tantalizing rise of male might. Back and forth, within the whole of a man’s world,” the host replies. “They can barely contain themselves.  No one will ever forget this act.”

“Who the hell do you think you are, to overrule three masters?” Another master angrily joins in. “And to challenge Tristan, of all the men here. I didn’t know that you were on the market for a lifelong enemy. Although, lucky for you, it won’t be a long life now . . . ”

“It’s just an act,” the host returns.

The clowns who are not participating in the advance towards the true continue to buzz around the women, their  desire for them revealed through gesture-representations of intimate acts. Not surprisingly, all three women are not amused at all.