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The Rules of Weekend Play

The host of the event, who has just taken to the stage and is now being watched on screens throughout the ballroom, first greets the masters, praising their goodness and kindness once again for attending this weekend event for the benefit of their submissive, and then greets the subservient women, reminding them of their privileged and fortunate existence due to their belonging to a master-subservient bond, and, furthermore, to having such a generous master in that bond. The sharply dressed man then outlines the weekend.

“Our first cycle will begin shortly, at two,” he begins. Two a.m., that is. “And each cycle this weekend will be made up of four hours, four activities. The last cycle will therefore end Sunday night, or rather, Monday morning, at two, which gives you forty-eight hours, masters, to nurture and to cherish your submissives by allowing them repeated access to the truest, most magnificent, and most exalted way of male gifting and rewarding for any female-being, in all of her world, from your body to hers. You also have forty-eight hours to observe and to appreciate the wondrous benefit and fulfilment provided to all females by their respective master, as all of you true men of nature and merit devote yourselves to tending to your respective subservient.”

He pauses in order that his words linger.

Men of nature, now? Not of God? Do some masters, then, just add God to the mix because of their own personal beliefs? Catherine nervously asks herself. 

“There will be a total of twelve cycles this weekend, with two four-hour cycles reserved as time for masters to get some well-deserved sleep, following all of their demanding efforts. Submissives will not sleep, since they must not smudge their precious art and not diminish in that way their master’s endeavour to provide for them the sense of worth that they require in order to feel whole. Going without sleep is also a way to show appreciation for a master’s care. And, masters, know that your art is most beloved and treasured by your submissive. However, such undivided attention on your part by way of such selfless giving may also be overwhelming for her, as her being’s absolute, utter happiness and bliss in existence are reached through your nurturing, through her realization of the righteousness of this way of life. And, since that just might be too much for some females to handle, behaviour may subsequently result on their part that is inconsistent with your gifting of paradise on Earth. Just be patient, masters, and know better. The closing of her eyes is merely her body’s doing, and is not an insult, since, within herself, she is in deep awe and has tremendous respect for who grants this bliss to her: you. However, that being said, smudged art, unless the result of a show or a contest, disqualifies a canvas from competition, with other exceptions to be judged on a case-by-case basis. If a canvas is responsible for another canvas’ smudge, if a canvas harms another master’s art on purpose, she will have no reprieve, and punishment will be swift and harsh. Please make that clear to all females, masters. Even if disqualified from the judging, all submissives, however, will of course compete to the end."

Is he trying to hypnotize us? The women here? Shiny watch on a chain swinging from side to side? What’s with the tone and all the words? He’s speaking to a room full of sexually eager men, and mostly prostitutes.  And how messed up does a woman have to be to believe that any of this is really for her?

“At two, our first cycle will begin, with submissives to take pleasure in bringing forth their master’s first offering upon their body. Artists will then design using that contributed creative material and will apply the fixative when the art on their living-canvas is designed to their liking. I remind you that we will be using a milder version of the fixative as well, one that is to be applied immediately after your gifting upon your subservient. It’s been found that better end results ensue, and, don’t worry, the substance of your award, or reward,  remains shape-able after the first fixative.”

Gifting? Award? Reward? Do these men believe that every orgasm is dying a little, like they used to ages ago, that it’s therefore a gift, a sacrifice on men’s part?!

“Upon the strike of the second hour, our stage performers will entertain you. This event’s theme is the circus, as you have all no doubt guessed from the big top and the catwalks and trapezes, among other contraptions, situated up high at the moment. They will be lowered above the stage as well as throughout the room, not only to keep you amused, but also to keep you in the spirit of giving during all forty-eight hours. We’ve assembled a fine collection of professional studs.”

The host is referring to male porn stars, all accustomed to entertaining, but now trained to accommodate this theme.

 “A few female show-pros.”

That is, porn actresses and escorts now also with specialized training.

“And, as always, the names of non-refundables will be drawn at random so that each female participates in at least one show during the weekend, since they are not barred from participating like true subservients are. Since there will be ten shows, and since we have roughly two-hundred and eighty non-refundables to our twenty or so true submissives, variety in this weekend’s performances will be impressive. My math says twenty-eight females per show, from this room alone.”             

These women will be manipulated this way or that by the professionals, according to the demands of this or that act, and will merely use their usual skills in different situations than those that they are accustomed to, in their line of work, out there.

“The circus, really?” A master comments, close enough for Catherine and Tristan to hear. “The longest we’ve ever had of that theme was a two hour show under a big tent, and I thought that that was more than enough.”

“Guess other kinds of porn are just too old school, uh? Pay-per-view, DVD, online, when you can get live like this? And you've even reached the point when you complain about live, so what's next?” His non-refundable points out, before rolling her eyes.

“I remind you all, however,  that, even if our high calibre shows increase your desire to give even more to your fortunate submissive, we do recommend that a two hour break between contributions to your canvas be taken, as often as possible, since the medicine that you are all taking makes every gift a demanding achievement by your body,” the host continues. “We certainly don’t recommend an hourly contribution all weekend, even if you feel that you are capable of it,” the man adds, not mentioning, of course, how amazing each orgasm feels under the effect of that drug, as it is not just the fluid outcome that is very much increased, but the sensation as well, pre-spewing.

He does not mention it because it is more important to have submissives grateful for the “sacrifice” of their master. But no woman in the room will ever believe that orgasms are sacrifices and anything other than selfish pleasure, no matter how often the masters speak words to them that aim to make into something more.

“But there is no rule against contributing if you are so moved to do so by our stars,” the host then adds, thus rather quickly contradicting the caution just expressed. The live shows are meant to add to the intensity of the men’s climaxes by further involving the mind.

“At the strike of the third hour in our cycles, master/submissive combinations will be allowed. However, as per the rules of this association, true submissives are limited in what they can do or have done to them, and so, combining a true submissive with a non-refundable is recommended during such combinations, since a non-refundable can do whatever her master allows, and can coax out creative material from two or more masters during the same master-combo. But you are of course free to come up with any desired combination that respects true submissive rules of conduct.  Soiling another master’s true submissive during a combo will get you disqualified and banned for the weekend, with a further hearing at which time further punishment may be handed down. Your submissive will immediately be passed on to the master of the canvas that you soiled, and that temporary master may decide to adorn her in order to continue to compete, as she will be his for the remainder of the weekend, with true submissive rules, however, observed.”

Pause.

“Now, to remind you all of the rules concerning true submissives in order that we not be offered ignorance or memory failure as excuses, if something improper happens. Aside from hand or breast work to climax, which is unlimited, every other process to bring masters to gifting has limitations for true subservients. There will be no trespassing against a master’s true female into any of his hidden terrain upon her, since, as always, no true submissive shall partake through any orifice of hers in any life-affirming nourishment other than her master’s. Any manhood that is not a true submissive’s master’s can only be kissed and licked, without it penetrating the true submissive’s mouth in a way that she wraps her lips around it, and that even a small part of it can then no longer be seen. No manhood that is not her master’s will be taken in vaginally by a true submissive in any way, ever, and only outer touching of your maleness to another master's true submissive’s genital area is allowed. Fingers, however, can explore where dicks can’t. Not more than a few thrusts will be allowed anally within a true submissive by a master other than her own, with ‘depth’ issues to be agreed upon with the submissive’s master, and, furthermore, with that option altogether to be added to the mix later this weekend, at my discretion. It is off the table until then, with the exception of a master penetrating his own submissive. An announcement will be made when that option becomes available to all. I remind you that it is through our own respect of the rules set up pertaining to female conduct and limitations that we show our submissives to respect all of the rules as well. Our rules.”

It’s always a good idea to remind men of rules before their dicks take over. I think that I understand.

Just obey Tristan, in every way, like you always do, healer recommends.

He wants me to take my clothes off, and I can’t move an inch right now. What’s the likelihood of my making it through forty-eight hours here without another emotional swing? How do I swing, while not swinging from one end to another?

This isn’t a swingers’ club, healer replies.

It isn’t. Someone who claims to love me and to care about me isn’t doing this to me. So, it doesn’t matter that Tristan comes all over me, and has that memory forever with him, because none of his memories about me sexually, matter. They don’t affect a relationship, change it, take love and respect away from me, knock me off my pedestal. So, so what if he has me on my knees and makes me swallow? It’s not like he has to fake feelings and fake that he sees more in me than just his play toy. And it’s not like I want and need him to respect me, and that I can’t reconcile doing all that I do sexually for him and being treated so poorly sexually, to it being possible that he loves and respects me despite what he demands that I do, no matter if it hurts me or how much I hate it, upon threat of leaving me. He doesn’t have  to  pretend to have emotions for me despite what he really thinks of, for example,  when he sees my mouth and thinks only of what he loves to do to it, and nothing about my lovely voice and my lovely thoughts coming out of it. Maybe . . . maybe this weekend will bring Tristan the bad luck that he deserves, finally, because of what he’s opening up here, making me participate in this crazy weekend.

He’s adding something of the mind after a year of purely physical, and it’s still not any good.

He wants my mind, all of it, to be his, under his control!

I’m just saying that women always talk about more, but when the more comes in, it’s not always what they . . .

He terrifies me, every day! My calling him names in my head is the only place where I’m tough. Just in thoughts, and never in action. Words sometimes slip out, from all that toughness in my head, but I know that I can’t take him on. I’m protected from others harming me, but there’s no protection against him. So, of course I’ll try to do everything that I have to do this weekend, but I feel that the line is pretty damn close right now. And I won’t cross it. Not alive.

True submissive rules are nicer, and the sex way that you hate the most will be allowed only when the host decides to add new amusement to the game. It’s good to be a true submissive, isn’t it?

No mention of any rules of submissive upon submissive, was there? No difference made between true submissives and non-refundables there. I don’t want to be touched by other men, and I don’t want to touch them. And those prostitutes, women, I . . . I made my peace, of sorts, with Tristan, as far as sex and being controlled physically goes, and all that he wants, and does, and demands, but my mind, healer, my very mind and attached to it my . . . soul . . .

Tristan is a man of power and ego and control. Take it away from him now, among these men, his peers, this brotherhood of masters, and he will kill you. He may regret it afterwards, when he calms down, but none of that will matter in the moment, when all eyes are on him -- important eyes from his collective, his pack -- and he strikes.

Such irresponsibility, in a world of lifelong, nasty sexual diseases that are painful and disgusting, and then stop people from having more sex because they can’t be cured.  And in a world of bacteria and viruses that later give you cancer, or that are deadly right off since they have no cure, and why don’t men care about staying alive? Or, rather, why do they care about staying alive in every other way, with airbags and precautions and so much for protecting life, but when it comes to sex, they just . . . So of course they don’t care about infecting others, about spreading all those disgusting diseases, and about killing others by fucking, because they don’t even care about themselves.

You can’t escape by being a zombie to the world, while you’re lost in thought. Because he won’t let you, and because you can’t do it anymore.

YOU won’t do it for me anymore, she counters.

Men are the way that they are because nature needed them not to care in order that they inseminate whoever and at whatever cost to themselves, when nature needed more little humans on the planet. Males just had to climax, and go. Contribute, and disappear. But nature made females care because they had to tend to the offspring, and, in being responsible for the very life of those young ones, they couldn’t help but come to care about their own life as well. They had to, or their young would die, if left alone following their mother's death. Nature, therefore, made one gender not care at all, and one care too much.  Basic gender natures. Would you feel and function better in a world that didn’t have sexually transmitted diseases?

Only if it were my choice completely, what I did, and if I weren’t attached to that vault weighing me down, if I hadn’t acquired it first. Of course he has to push the envelope like this. I can still see the beauty of being conscious to see the beauty, but if Tristan pushes me too far . . . When will I be able to deal with the vault, so I can be free?

I do my work too well, that you now even think of opening it. My next goal is to make you forget about the vault altogether.

And the feelings and emotions that just come to me?

Many people have feelings and emotions that just come to them from they know not where, healer replies.

Like from childhood recordings. An adult doesn’t recall a man’s sexual assault on them when they were very young children, but is anyone stupid enough to believe that that occurrence didn’t create files of feelings that have no title in words, and no description and recognition in words, but that nevertheless left their permanent mark on a person’s subconscious, and central nervous system, with anxiety and distrust, and other such damaging and sometimes crippling links, burned within them for the rest of their life? And all the consequences of that . . .

Catherine, you’re strong enough for this now. No need for thought-diversions, healer repeats.

To deal with the hooks?

To deal with what adults do.

They do this? They make art out of come?!

Some of them do, healer replies.

How young was I when . . .

You are who you are, Catherine. Age for you is just . . .

“I remind you that we have a new rule presently up for consideration by our board of directors, and I invite you to provide your thoughts, masters, some time this weekend, on this proposed rule,” the host is saying, when Catherine returns her attention to the screen. Her anxious thoughts succeeded themselves quickly and she therefore did not miss much. “Board of directors?” Have to hit a normalcy note, do you?

“The subsections of the new rule propose that true submissives no longer be allowed to interact with non-refundables in certain ways, as there have been unfortunate consequences recently following such exchanges, and, although those consequences affected only females physically, masters were greatly affected as well, since they  subsequently had to . . . part with their subservient. Some masters had been nurturing and bestowing their time upon those submissives  for years. All of them had been investing patient cultivation and tough-passion correction in them, while guiding them towards true fulfilment as females. And all that was suddenly and unexpectedly gone.”

Unexpectedly? What could possibly go wrong when bodies mix and blend with those of prostitutes?

“It was a most unpleasant situation for so many masters to have to go from having a fulfilled and whole female by their side, to having none. And, as you all know, masters, finding a new female that deserves such care, that merits it for who she is even when still misguided in the world out there, is demanding work, and, once she is found, then her requiring so much of everything, so much constant selflessness and continuing correction in order that she be guided towards her gender-appropriate enlightenment, is so draining that when a master is forced to it unexpectedly . . . Those masters had no wish to be in such a situation,” the man on stage adds.

"Tough-passion?" Instead of tough-love, no doubt.  Because masters do not love. And I want you to shut up, host, you annoying little . . . but then again, do I really want you to stop talking, you verbose ass, because when you do, then it begins . . .