When Demons Are Redeemed: The Dominant's Muse

Ninety-Seven - I Reminded You of You

NINETY-SEVEN

I Reminded You of You

Very much intrigued, Tristan’s eyes follow his female as far as they can, before she leaves the front of the row of men in order to reach the back of it. Once there, she knows how many behinds to count from the beginning of the line from the right, before she reaches the right master’s. As she travels quickly, her ears remain attentive to the possibility of hearing herself called out and disqualified, but no such words are spoken.

When she walks by her master, Catherine reaches up to tap him a couple times on the back of one of his upper thighs, and immediately wonders why she did so. Seconds later, once behind the master she seeks, she takes a few licks of the glistening that dripped and hugged the man’s form due to the thick fluid’s properties, which made it spread out from this master’s frontal nether area to his thighs, without dropping to the floor. The man is surprised to feel himself thus appreciated from behind.

Once the colour is developed in her mouth, Catherine spreads it upon her body, runs back to her board, places the last picture by the last colour, and then waits to face the judges’ call. As the race continues, these men discuss her breaking of the rules. Neither Catherine nor Tristan is happy to see the host join in as well.

At one point during the men’s conversation, all of them look at the contest clock and then obviously compare the time upon it to what was registered as Catherine’s finish-line crossing, which was recorded after she stuck the last master’s photo next to the last remaining hue on her board, after sampling not that man’s staff, but his thigh, from behind him.

One of the judges eventually walks to Tristan, who has two women at his manhood as the contest continues, and hops up behind him, on the platform. “We’re giving your female a time penalty. If no one else completes the race within the next ninety seconds, she wins,” he announces.

Tristan nods his head and seeks Catherine’s eyes, but his female, however, has not looked in his direction since she broke the rules a second time, and does not do so now either, despite being allowed to look at her master again, since she is done competing. Although Tristan does consider that she is perhaps not aware of this rule, he also senses something more.

“Men break the rules all the time, to get what they want,” Catherine recalls her writer-friend sharing. “They break their promises, their vows, and in so many ways, the very foundation of being human. They don’t care. They force a comparison between being human and being God, and say that to err is human, not godly, and they do so so that women feel that they have to accept men as they are, but they never force a comparison between being human and being animal, and therefore, never say that to be superficial and to lack empathy is animal, not human, because doing so would prevent them from being accepted as human. Men just always use whatever allows them to do what they want and to get what they want, no matter the price, the cost to anyone else. And women are always expected to just bear that cost, to suffer it over and over again, in every way.”

You’re done competing. You can look at Tristan now, and you should, healer reminds her.

I wanted to know before, if he was angry, because not knowing was feeding my fear, making it grow, but now, I just want to be out of here. It’s not about him. My thoughts are clearer.

Don’t swing to the other extreme, Catherine: don’t stop caring altogether. That wouldn’t end well. That couldn’t end well.

I know that he loves to win, but it shouldn’t make me feel good to win a stupid contest for him.

“Mistress Tristan, you won,” an attendant announces to Catherine, after the designated time has elapsed and no other woman has finished her matching.  “Congratulations.”