Tempest (28 page)

I snapped out of my thoughts to switch gears and get into the proper headspace, and I knew Blaze was in that same mode. “Okay, Sis, we need to go ahead and get some play time in before we both spontaneously combust from the sexual heat we're giving off. I'll see You in the morning.”

THIRTY-FIVE
RAMESSES

“Are you ready for what you're about to go through?”

It really didn't matter whether she was or not; it only felt like a fun question to ask.

The first phase of her gauntlet consisted of a masochist's dream: being suspended while being whipped by some of the most renowned Masters in the scene, six of them to be exact.

I was there to make sure she didn't float too far away. Normally, I would have joined in the “Circle of Pain” with my fellow Dominants, but a conversation sajira and I had before the scene was set up changed things:

“i can't get these thoughts out of my head, Daddy. i need something to erase the tapes in my head.”

“How far are you willing to go, baby girl? It's going to take a lot, and it will get intense if you're not careful.”

“As far as You can push me, and then farther than that. i don't wanna
feel anything by the end of the night.”

“you don't wanna feel anything, sajira?”

“Well…i wanna feel You, Daddy. Every inch of You.”

“you will, baby girl. By the end of the night, the last thing you will feel will be My dick deep inside you.”

“You're so nasty, Daddy…i need nasty tonight.”

I don't think she would understand what my Beloved and I would
have in store for her, but she would find out soon enough. Some of it she would see and some of it she wouldn't see.

I led her out to the apparatus that would become the symbolic scene of her escape from the torture in her mind: the motorized suspension frame.

Her face lit up the moment she saw it, and the grin spread when she saw the men and women who would make up the circle. At least two of the men she would have picked for her “circle” stood in front of her, and the sight of Mistress Sinsual as one of the two women she wanted made her night.

“Okay, precious, now that you're done drooling, it's time to get you rigged up,” I told her.

She lowered her head, smile intact. “Yes, my Master. Your wish is my will.”

The slaves I'd chosen to help with the scene brought the ankle and wrist cuffs, placing them on her body and leading her under the base of the suspension frame. The cuffs were then linked to the quick-release locks, ensuring she was in place. I walked over to the switch and flipped it to turn on the winches to raise her arms over her head. The slaves kept her balanced once I turned on the wenches to lift her legs. By the time I was done and had her in place, she was suspended in a prone position.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, you may begin,” I announced as I stepped to assume my position. I took a seat below her head, making sure she could focus on me as the whips began their collective assault.

Osiris and Seti took their positions on either side of her near her upper back, while Sin and Blaze positioned themselves near her thighs and ass. Menes and another Dominant, Sir Jazz, were at her feet. Once everyone was in place, they commenced their whip action.

The idea of the “Circle of Pain” was the idea of multiple Dominants
leaving whip marks on the submissive at the center of the circle, rotating every few minutes to a new area on the submissive, to cut down on any monotony during the scene. The scene was over when the Dominants were back in their original positions.

As the stings of the whips began to make their presence known upon her skin, I smiled at the beautifully painful faces she made as each of the whips made contact seconds between each other.

“Are you still with Me, sajira?”

“Fuck…yes, Daddy…owww…i'm here with You.”

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“Yes…mmmmmm fuck, yes…it hurts, Daddy…i don't…don't make them stop, please.”

I moved my index finger in a circular motion over my head, indicating to the circle to rotate and continue their onslaught. Being suspended in the air with nowhere to go, sajira could do nothing else but scream as the whipping became more intense and increased in its frequency.

I caressed her face and kissed her lips at different times during the scene, keeping her mind here with me instead of letting her take off into space. I took great care to watch her flight, determining when she could and could not hit higher altitudes. The next rotation brought her closer to the pain/pleasure threshold, reducing her ability to speak to nothing more than moans and whimpers and nonverbal yes's and no's.

“you're going to enjoy the next phase in your gauntlet, baby girl,” I teased, knowing she really couldn't hear me. “Well, you won't be able to see what's happening to you, but your body will love what will happen.”

Her moans had their effect on me, but she always got to me quickly. I tried to resist acting on my urges, but I wanted my submissive badly.

“Daddy…i…i wanna come…my clit…is throbbing… for You.” She was so far gone now, the only thing she wanted was to be fucked and put to sleep. “It feels…so good, Daddy… the whips…feel like…kisses…on my…skin.”

It took a lot to resist the look on her face. She mouthed the words, “Fuck me, Daddy,” while lunging toward me to kiss me, even while the whips continued to strike and sting against her skin. She made the most sensual faces when she was in ecstasy, but I had to make sure she continued through her gauntlet. My Beloved would be awaiting her arrival soon, and I needed to end the scene so Sinsual and Blaze could rest a bit before they participated in the next phase.

I closed my hand into a fist and raised it over my head, which clued the Dominants to wrap the scene up. I nodded toward the ladies as they withdrew from the scene to head to where Neferterri was stationed. I signaled the slave bois to get into position to take sajira down to carry her to where she would go next.

She resisted being taken down, her body still acting as though it were still being whipped and wanting more. The bois were having some trouble maneuvering the quick releases because of her resistance.

“Don't take me down yet, Daddy,” she begged.

“It's time to come down, baby. Let the bois take you down.”

“But they're still whipping me, Daddy. i don't want them to stop yet. i'm almost there.”

“sajira, I won't say this again; stop struggling so they can take you down,” I growled in her ear to make sure she understood this wasn't one of her dreams where she could resist and no harm would come to her. “I will stop your gauntlet if you disobey Me.”

That shook her out of her haze. “Yes, Daddy, i will obey,” she
said. Seconds later, she held as still as she could as the bois used the quick releases to unhinge her from the suspension cables. A few moments later, one of the bois had her in his arms as he carried her to her next destination.

Osiris sat down next to me as one of the slave girls placed a water bottle in his hand before placing a glass of rum and Coke in mine. He had worked up a sweat, along with the other Dominants involved in the scene, and the smile on his face was indicative of an enjoyable time. Seti, Menes and Sir Jazz soon joined us, their smiles mirroring Osiris's.

“I didn't know sajira was such a pain slut,” Osiris remarked as he took a swig of his water. “Usually she would have called for her safeword by the time we'd rotated the second time. To get to My original spot before You ended the scene, I'm impressed.”

“You're not the only one, Osiris,” Seti chimed in with his thoughts. “I haven't been put through a workout like that since the grand opening night when I put slave amirah through the paddles in My bag. I am also very impressed by her stamina.”

They were right; under normal circumstances sajira would have called out her safeword within minutes of being stroked with the first few whip lashes. I think that was what concerned me most. She might have had some bad memories from the past year that she wanted gone from her mind, but it felt like more than that. It felt like she wanted to erase the last ten years of her life from her psyche. She said she wanted to be pushed beyond her comfort zone, but what I had her subjected to was only the beginning, and she took the first phase like a seasoned masochist, not a relatively new submissive that once cringed at the crack of a bullwhip.

I only hoped the next phase would help in that endeavor.

Whatever her husband did to her to provoke this purge, God help him if she even recognized him after tonight.

“sajira's not a pain slut, Gentlemen, and these aren't the usual circumstances, either,” I answered as I downed the glass in one gulp. “she has some demons to release tonight, and I have a feeling it will take a lot to eradicate them once and for all.”

THIRTY-SIX
sajira

“Take me, Goddess. Your wish is my will.”

My nerve endings were beyond sensitive. I felt like if anything or anyone touched me, I would explode. I didn't care who had me anymore, I didn't want this feeling to go away.

lynx tried to get my attention all night, showing up all over the dungeon whenever I was around someone scening or if I was chatting with a friend or two. His presence threatened to mess with my head, and I didn't want to be in the wrong headspace in the event I wanted to perform a scene or three. I wasn't in love with him anymore, but my body still craved his touch, regardless of how repulsed I was by his actions.

I needed away from that vibe ASAP.

Going through the suspension whipping scene was exactly what the doctor ordered. From the moment I heard the winches lift me into position, something in my mind clicked and I was able to zone everything, and everyone, out.

Everyone…except my Daddy, that is.

Watching his eyes, I knew I could fly as high as I wanted and he would be able to reel me in. His eyes were always so intense and arresting. It felt like I developed tunnel vision as my body went through more than my mind would have ever allowed.

The grin on his face as I made sexual faces at him made me wetter
by the second. Each lash of the whips that hit my body felt like kisses caressing my skin, sinking me deeper into bliss.

I needed to feel him inside me. I wanted him to make me his, to remove any lasting traces of my husband's essence from me and replace them with his own. I begged him through the tears of the pain I felt to take me away and ravage my body before sending me to my next destination.

His eyes smoldered, showing me the fire within him, a fire I would have given anything to be consumed by. He slowly shook his head in response to my pleas, mouthing only one word, “Later.”

Damn, what that man does to me…well, you know the rest.

There was a method to their madness, and I'd come to trust that madness implicitly. After the events that had occurred after my collaring ceremony last year, I knew what the potential consequences of not trusting them would be, and there was no way I would go back to feeling that way again.

“Put her down right here on the bed, slave,” I heard my Goddess command him. He lowered me ever so gently onto the plush comforter, stepping away quickly to move on to the next directive.

I heard her giggle for a few moments before I heard the other voices in the room.

“She looks like she was put through a really intense scene, Neferterri. Do You think she's ready for this?” I heard a voice I didn't recognize ask of my Goddess.

“she was, but I know My sajira, and she can hear everything that's going on around her; isn't that right, baby girl?”

“Yes, my Goddess, i'm here, i hear You, and i'm ready,” I responded as though the last hour never had happened. “i'm always Yours to command.”

“Yep, she's a trooper, all right.” I heard Sin's voice. “she took
everything we threw at her and smiled with each lash that hit her skin.”