MINOTAUR: A dialogue concerning Adultery
{Thank you, CRaZy, for Voluntary Editing, and help with the sexy bits}
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The Proponents are:
Minotaur, an active Dominant and Sadist.
Socrates, a philosopher and a very, very cool Dude.
The narrator is Plato, a disciple of Socrates and his most fervent admirer.
The nickname 'Minotaur' is taken from the Bull-Headed Monster who lurked in the labyrinth which was on the sub-basement level of the palace of Minos in Knossos,
Crete. Some say that the Minotaur was destroyed by Theseus, with the help of a very large ball of wool provided by the fair Ariadne; others, that its death was caused by the collapse of the palace upon its head, the ultimate cause being the huge earthquake which destroyed Knossos and, indeed, the Minoan civilisation.
Part 1: The Dangers
Minotaur: Master, I have need of advice concerning bodily healing.
Socrates: Oh, Yes?
Minotaur: I have recently embarked upon a new and pleasurable sexual relationship. As you know, psychologically I am a Dominant and physically I am a Sadist. My new lover is female, submissive and masochistic.
Socrates: It sounds quite perfect.
Minotaur: Not quite perfect. She has a husband and two children by him.
Socrates: .....And?
Minotaur: In order to keep the husband ignorant of what is going on, we need to hide or remove the marks caused by our sexual, sadomasochistic play as effectively and quickly as may be.
Socrates: And how do such marks arise?
Minotaur: Our play is quite varied. The most prominent marks are the welts and lesions caused by caning and whipping. Then, there are the minor burns caused by
electric shocks and dripping molten wax, and the rope-burns caused by struggling while bound. Obviously, we have had to cool it as far as piercings are concerned.
Socrates: You seem to spend a lot of time indulging your *needs*. Do you obtain all this visible evidence in a single session?
Minotaur: Well, yes. But they are very long sessions. First of all, I begin with my submissive kneeling naked before me, her legs spread very wide so that all her glories are exposed to me. I am particularly fond of the dark tangled mass of hair that covers her mons. I usually try to include at least a few minutes of tugging and pulling at it till she cries for mercy. I love it when she becomes sticky and her white gleams of excitement cling to her pubic covering. It feels so...
Socrates: Man, you're red in the face and gasping for breath! Can I offer you a glass of water?
Minotaur: Yes, thank you.
Socrates: Back to the marks. They are all inflammations, are they not?
Minotaur: Oh yes. Yes they are. My submissive looks particularly beautiful after I have made her lie face down on the floor and lashed her buttocks with my goat hide whip. Not only do her ass-cheeks take on a splendid shade of purple, but a good whipping is extremely character building.
Socrates: Steady on! With regard to your problem, you must look to the practices of the Physios attached to football, baseball and athletics teams. The primary remedy is the ice-bag. Then, you may have recourse to anti-inflammatory drugs. They should be ingested before the start of play. Unfortunately, those available over the counter are usually blended with an effective painkiller, which is the last thing you want!
Minotaur: Of course not!
Socrates: I will have one of my disciples Google up a website for you, where you may order the nostrums that you need.
Minotaur: Thank you so much
Socrates: Hold on a ding-bing minute! There is more, much more, to discuss.
Minotaur: There is?
Socrates: Verily. Let us discuss the ethics of your little peccadillo and of keeping it secret from the husband of your lover. You, too, have a prior attachment?
Minotaur:
By all means master. And yes, I am 'attached'.
Socrates: What justification can be found for her betrayal of her family, her breaking her solemn nuptial promises?
Minotaur: It is all down to the overiding importance of her sexual *needs* - to submit to a Master and to reach the sublime headspace through pain. When I am dripping a candle along the valley between her large, milk-filled breasts she is able to forget all else and concentrate only on pleasing Me, thus satisfying her own *needs* completely. Mine too.
Socrates: It has taken her a dozen years to find that out?
Minotaur: No, she maintains that she always knew, but thought she could conquer her *needs*, and do without. But, it turns out that 'missionary' twice a week
doesn't hack it for her. When she delicately probed her husband's opinions concerning kinks like hers, he thought she was joking, and in bad taste, at that. She has such a divine, succulent, juicy little cunt. It deserves so much more, than cock for two minutes on a Saturday night, after the discus throwing.
Socrates: She doesn't want to leave him and settle down happily ever after with you?
Minotaur: No. She claims she loves her husband and children and doesn't want to do anything to hurt them.
Socrates: She has already caused that hurt covertly. It will soon be overt, these things cannot be hidden for ever. Every husband knows what a wet, red, swollen
cunt portends. The smell of sex is unmistakable and distinctive, whether in situ or in soiled knickers.
Her husband will be hurt and angry to discover that he is a cuckold. The cuckold feels that he is deemed sexually inadequate, in frequency, quality, or even in the
dimensions of his equipment. This is a very serious insult. Javelins at 20 paces at dawn.
Minotaur: Now you mention it, I think that is the right description.
Socrates: An angry cuckold is a dangerous cuckold.
Minotaur: That is so true.
Socrates: Can I take it that he is not one of those unfortunate, undersized, needle-dicked men who have a need to be humiliated by cuckoldry?
Minotaur: You can take it that he is a large, well-hung, slightly aggressive man.
Socrates: The real reasons for her reluctance to be discovered in her adultery must be fear of the sanctions her husband is likely to impose upon her triflin' ass.
Minotaur: That, also, is true.
Socrates: Firstly, he will surely prevent her from seeing you again. Disregard of this prohibition will call down heavier sanctions.
Economic revenge is inevitable. He will cut up all her credit cards, keep their joint account depleted. She will have to wear last year's dresses and underwear. No smart restaurants, expensive vacations, whatever. In other words, no more Mr. Nice Guy.
Her sex-life will be gone, save for what she can rustle up with olive oil and a wooden dildo.
There will be harsh conditions for the continuance of the marriage. Noncompliance will cause the shit to hit the fan. That continuance is in any case only nominal, because the original marriage is, from the moment adultery is discovered, stone dead.
If things don't work out, and they won't, divorce will inevitably follow. The Judiciary is not very enlightened, it is inclined to disfavour adulterers; in Sadism/masochism cases, Judges are known to throw their toys out of their cots.
Her chances of a nice settlement look very poor. Most likely the husband will get one hundred percent custody of their children, she will be allowed to visit only in the presence of a social worker. She will walk out of the house with the clothes on her back, a toothbrush, and her bag of Toys. Her reputation at the temple, with her parents, with her children, will be in ruins.
Still and all, she is lucky to be living in our decadent, wussy city-state. There are other states where Religious Morals Rule, O.K.! In these states, adulterous females are stoned to death. Amazingly, the mob contains as many females as males. The males bring the running victim down by throwing stones, the females mostly cream the fallen woman, using their stones as hammers. Homo Habilis, in action.
Minotaur: Ohhh. Are the women naked?
Er... Since you mention it, those are the dangers.
Socrates: But not all the dangers.
Minotaur: What next?
Socrates: Think! The husband's rage may be directed at you as much as at his wife.
Minotaur: O Zeus!
Socrates: Precisely. Being co-respondent in a notorious divorce action ain't going to do much for your own reputation, either. Hubby may not be without connections and resources. If he had his wife followed to establish the divorce case, he knows where you live. He may have access to a brace of Burly Persons who owe him a couple of favours, which can be purged by rearranging your face and kicking your ass. It is
to be hoped he has no Roman connections. They hand an adulterer over for 'collection' to the Mafia, who for a very reasonable fee will cut off his cock and
balls, stuffing them down his throat until he dies for want of air.
Minotaur: Holy Shit!
Socrates: Your own wife presently condones your off-Broadway play productions?
Minotaur: Yes. She says she doesn't want to have anything at all to do with kinky stuff and will I please keep it to hell and gone out of her bedroom.