I waited for the Mistress to finish her shower. After the show, she had retired to the quarters of the master of the event, and I followed as was my duties. The Master of the event did not question my presence, and instead informed me that if I wanted to resume my intimacy with the Mistress, I could do so at any time.

Such was not my place. I had done so only on the instructions of the Master.

While I waited for the Mistress with towels in my hands, I heard a small commotion out in the more common room. I ignored it. The mistress emerged and I handed her the towels so that she could dry herself off. "What is that?" she asked, indicating the sounds coming from outside.

"I do not know," I replied. "Shall I investigate?"

"No bother," she said, and stepped out, myself following.

I observed the Master of the event standing with arms crossed before a woman whom I recognized as a social peer to the Mistress, her hair like fine golden silk, her blue eyes as clear as the skies. She too had her arms crossed in defiance of the Master, and she was accusing him of improper acts.

"There were no such things," the Mistress said. "It was part of our negotiations."

The other woman, Claudia Scheffield, thought no one said it aloud, argued back. "Your behavior was deplorable!"

"This whole resort is a chance to do such things," the Mistress retorted. "Or have you forgotten?"

"I have not!" the intruder stated. "This man has fooled you!"

"I have not," the Master stated. "This argument doesn't involve me. Why don't you just forget about me?"

"I shall!" the intruder agreed, turning her attention upon the Mistress. "You paraded about on that stage!" she stated the obvious as the Master as though you were some base harlot!

I ignored the words of the argument as the Master matched my eyes, and he smirked, telling me something that I had yet to learn. He reached out his hand and waved it in front of the Intruder's face, and she did not react, not even to blink. Had he...?

Ah, yes. He had suggested the intruder forget about him, and she had agreed. She had literally put him from her mind to the point where she didn't recognize his existence. Truly something terrifying and exciting. Satisfied, I watched as the Master pulled out a pair of scissors and began to cut the intruder's dress open from the back. It was a red thing, tight, but not enough to make it difficult to breathe or move.

The Mistress seemingly ignored this as well, as the Master cut down the intruder's clothes until they hung from her shoulders, covering her front. With no concern at all for the words being thrown about, he then clipped off the shoulders to allow the dress to be removed. She wore nothing under it, save for a black choker around her neck, and the shoes on her feet.

"I think she's had some work done," the Master said as he fondled the intruder without any other observation or repercussion. I did not comment as I had no permission to speak. The intruder did not seem to notice as he cupped her breasts with both hands as though weighing them.

The Mistress too ignored him.

He slapped the intruder, and her head rocked to the side, yet she did not otherwise react. The Master moved away from her and approached myself. "So," he said conversationally, "neither of them are going to notice us. What shall we do?"

I held my tongue.

"Speak," he said, and my tongue was loosened.

"I do not know," I said quietly so as to not disturb the Mistress.

"Think about it," he said. "Consider their bodies as something you can use as you see fit."

"I serve the Mistress," I told him.

"And you serve her pleasure," he said. "Name it."

The intruder said something, and I felt a flash of anger. "Remove her head," I said without thinking.

The Master smiled and bowed. He ignored the argument in favor of opening a door and pulling out a wooden block and a large axe from inside it before closing it again. He set the block down behind the intruder, and then grabbed her by the hair to pull her backwards and down.

She did not react as her feet were pulled out from under her, her expression did not change as she continued to argue with the Mistress, even as her bare neck was laid down on the headman's block. "Take the axe," the Master said and I did so, only a few steps required to reach it and lift it in my hands.

It was heavy. The blade sharp. I looked down at the intruding woman, and so with no remorse, I swung the axe head down. The strike was true, and I saw her neck cut cleanly, her head coming away from her body in the Master's hands.

And yet this did not stop her from persisting in her argument. I was most irate at that even as the Master lifted her head up to a more comfortable level. He gave me a knowing smirk. "Interesting."

"Very," I said, my mind already made up. "If you will," I said as I looked down at the axe-head, still buried in the block, the intruder's body laying against it, "I will have that." I stood before the block, and then fell forward.

For a moment, terror, then calmness as I lifted my chin and I embraced the blade. It passed through me without hesitation, and I felt myself fall onto the intruder's body with my own before nothing from below my neck.

The Master caught me, and my vision was turned around, I could see the back of the axe as he lifted it up.

I felt a shock, an electric fire as sense returned. The first thing I felt was the body atop mine. No! It was my body! My other one. I was on the intruder's body now as I carefully rolled my body off to the side, gently setting it down and standing up.

The Mistress was holding the intruder's head in her hands, oblivious to the state as they argued. I felt myself, reiterating that this was what I had. The Master added his own touch. "Shall we?" he asked, making it clear that I could take the intruder's body for my own carnal pleasure.

"A moment," I said as I was not yet done. I found this new body to not be as strong as my old one, but I was still able to lift my old body upright, allowing it to balance standing. This was important as I then took the intruder's head from the hold of my Mistress, and set it down on my previous body.

She blinked in confusion, then started talking again.

I held my hand over her mouth, and turned to the Mistress. "Do you allow your staff to speak like that?" I asked.

The Mistress blinked, as though seeing me for the first time. "No," she replied. "We should punish her."

The Master was stifling a laugh where I could see him out of the sides of my eyes. "Agreed," I said. Let the intruder suffer for her actions. "Have you any thoughts?"

"Not yet," the Mistress turned to the Master. "Have you a suggestion? Something torturous?"

"I have several," he agreed, hiding his laughter well.

"If I may," I said, "Why don't you do something on your own, allow him to start you out," I handed the intruder's head on my body to the Mistress, her mouth still shut though no one held it. "And while you do that, I can be introduced to some of the more delightful things put forth by him."

"Your suggestion is with merit," the Mistress replied, taking her 'servant' with her. "However, when I return, if you are still occupied, I will join you."

I gently reached out and clasped her chin, pulling her close. "Then you had best hurry," I said lowly and slowly, "lest I be satisfied before you."

She hurried.