The Awakening (13 page)

The way we'd been doing the after-parties had been successful so far.

Each invitee gets a “pass” discreetly placed in their hands, which they will show once they reach the location. The location changes from month to month, so that no one can show up unannounced. They are under strict instruction not to speak to anyone about whether they received the pass or not, otherwise they are denied access, period. I'm even anal enough to send out “moles” to make sure the rules are being followed. The guests are expected to be at the location by midnight, or they were expected to give a “donation” for the inconvenience of being late. Like I said: my party, MY rules. Once you're there, the rest comes naturally.

I found Ice and Jay chilling on the couch, with Kitana nowhere in sight. Come to think of it, neither was shamise, and I usually kept up with where my girls were at all times, including my wife. Then it hit me: they're all in one of the master suites doing their “all girl hour.”

Damn it.

“Yeah, you remembered what time it is, too, huh, K?” Jay asked, looking depressed. “Why is it all the fine, sexy-ass ones are always bi?”

Ice nodded in agreement. “I was hoping to get at Angel before they went in, but nope. Your wife made me come back down here to think about where my loyalties are, and to whom I belong.”

Leave it to Neferterri to do what she did best. But what had me confused was why they would put Angel in front of me, only to keep me waiting until they get done with her?

The answer to my thoughts came in the form of Neferterri walking toward me, with both Kitana and Angel on collars and leashes, leading them to me. They were both crawling on their hands and knees, which caught the attention of every other man in the room.

She stopped long enough to give me the leashes, before she stated, “These girls belong to You now, Beloved; do with them as You wish.”

Neferterri then turned to Ice and harshly commanded, “your Mistress wishes to see you now, slave. Move!”

If you've never seen a man so completely humiliated, then you would have been in for one special treat. Ice's face went from delight to pure dread in a matter of seconds, not only from being dropped into sub mode, but also because it was done in front of his wife as well. Add his punishment for what he did, or didn't do, at Amenhotep's a month ago, was long overdue from his Mistress, and he had more than enough reasons to look like a dead man walking.

But it didn't stop me from reminding myself that I had two submissive females at my feet, and one of my boys who was in need of attention.

I turned the leash that belonged to Kitana over to Jay, who was drooling at the sight of her being butt naked on all fours.

“Have fun, bro…but not too much fun. she will report back to Me if you do something you weren't supposed to,” I told him before I led Angel away on her leash.

I said it before, but it bears repeating…

I
loved
my lifestyle.

12
RAMESSES

I needed a couple of days rest after that club event and after-party.

Thankfully with October arriving, business was starting to slow down, allowing me to take a quick breather before starting the Christmas holiday season. It was some much needed time to recharge the old batteries and to try and take stock of what had transpired over the summer.

I know sometimes it's not fair to say it, but the laws of attraction usually applied a lot within this lifestyle, and whether intentional or not, some attractions are stronger than others. The electricity Kitana and I had was dangerously explosive when we got together. Everyone who witnessed the flogging session she and I had after Jay turned her back over to me later on that night was something absolutely euphoric for me.

With each instrument of painful pleasure I chose to use on Kitana, her body spoke to me to keep bringing the thunder. It was a yin-yang moment, the blend of give and take that doesn't happen often. In fact, I've only experienced this fluidity with only one of our girls, and that was shamise. It didn't matter what I picked up, it seemed to send Kitana's body into a rhythmic dance, enhanced by the scene music I chose only for her flogging sessions.

Now, don't get me wrong. I've made sure each of our girls has her own particular song within the scene music selection that
helps to open her mind, and her body to soon follow, to the sweet rapture of subspace. But tonight, it felt different. Kitana was determined to prove she belonged with the other girls in the House, and the song she chose to bring her over the edge was “Say Yes” by Floetry. Her body sang out “yes” with every swing and stinging impact upon her skin.

Damn. Even thinking of it now was sending shivers down my spine.

Her ears must have been burning or something, because at that exact moment, the IM I'd created for her popped up on my computer screen.

hypnotiq_kitana:
Good morning, my Sir. i hope Your morning is going well

lord_ramesses:
Good morning, sexy…and how are you this morning?

hypnotiq_kitana:
i am well, my Sir. i was just thinking about You and my Goddess

hypnotiq_kitana:
Sir…may i ask a personal question?

lord_ramesses:
yes you may

hypnotiq_kitana:
how much experience do You have with knife play?

lord_ramesses:
give or take…about three years now…

lord_ramesses:
I have a personal knife collection

lord_ramesses:
plus, Neferterri enjoys it a lot too…

lord_ramesses:
that's what got Me deep into it

hypnotiq_kitana
:
wow Sir, impressive

lord_ramesses:
yep…

lord_ramesses:
I've fallen in love with it now

lord_ramesses:
My next step is actually using sharper knives

lord_ramesses:
rather than dulling them down

hypnotiq_kitana
:
so are You into actually cutting now?

lord_ramesses:
not cutting, no, little one

lord_ramesses:
not into blood games, so no worries there lol

hypnotiq_kitana:
Whew…good to know

lord_ramesses:
lol…

lord_ramesses:
no blood…no water sports either

I knew from the questions she asked, Kitana had been doing a lot of reading online and going into information overload. It was cute to see, and gave me a fresh pair of eyes on something I'd been living for so long, it was actually getting my own creative passions back in gear.

hypnotiq_kitana:
i'm loving You more and more…lol

lord_ramesses:
lol…

hypnotiq_kitana:
what about fire play or cupping

lord_ramesses:
haven't found a willing participant for the fire play

lord_ramesses:
and we have a cupping set in the bag, as we speak

hypnotiq_kitana:
i'm volunteering for both

lord_ramesses:
loving you already

hypnotiq_kitana:
lol

lord_ramesses:
every sub that I have spoken to before you…even Our girls…they cringe before I can type the f-i in fire play

hypnotiq_kitana:
well, Sir, i'm starting to develop a lot of curiosities, and i want to try as much as You and Goddess will allow me to

lord_ramesses:
good girl…I like that

I guess I was predisposed to wanting Kitana as more than a swinging partner from time to time. In my mind, it was never about the conquest. At least I didn't think it was. There was a deeper friendship that had always been there, and outside of Neferterri, she's the only one who understood my mind and quirks. Yeah, I know, it sounded selfish as hell, but I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination.

In the grand scheme of what this House represented, all of the submissives within this House understood one simple point: this was a Poly family dynamic, which meant there really was no time
for extended one-on-one time. I kept that upfront and in the forefront of their minds periodically. But I had to be prepared, as my Beloved was as well, for the inevitability that one or all of the girls would decide they no longer wished to belong within this House. It's not a pleasant thought, but reality was a bitch sometimes.

I kept asking different questions of Kitana, to see whether she really was as committed as we'd already figured from that night at safi's collaring.

lord_ramesses:
do you understand that this is what we are? This isn't a game, baby. We've been friends too long, and this is another level entirely

hypnotiq_kitana:
may i speak freely, Sir?

lord_ramesses:
go ahead

hypnotiq_kitana:
Sir, i never told You this, but i have been speaking with other submissives online…ones that I saw that held you in high regard, and i asked their advice and asked questions whenever I got stuck with something

lord_ramesses:
so I see…so you already knew you were ready before you pulled your move that night at Amenhotep's?

hypnotiq_kitana:
*blushes* i almost didn't do it, my Sir…but i couldn't leave that night without finding out how deep this could go

lord_ramesses:
and now that you have an idea, was it everything that your mind built it up to be?

hypnotiq_kitana:
yes, and i am scared and excited as to what is to come next

The beauty of a blank canvas…

13
RAMESSES

“Ms. Devereaux? There is a gentleman and his associate here to see you, ma'am.”

Candy had no idea of what was about to happen to her, especially considering it was the middle of the day and she thought her assistant referred to the person she was supposed to be negotiating a business deal with. She'd been working on this deal for weeks, and she wanted to make a good impression.

“Send them in, Jessica,” Candy responded through the intercom to her executive assistant. “Hold my calls for at least the next hour, please.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Jessica's voice rang through the intercom.

Candy was a top-level ad executive for a big-time marketing firm in downtown Atlanta. Her responsibilities had been recently escalated to handling the company's European clientele. The person she was expecting was flying in from London to broker in person a deal to have the firm represent them in a rather “underground” project they were undertaking in London's Red Light District.

She was pleasantly shocked to see Neferterri and me walking through the door in business attire. Shocked, and confused.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked as Jessica closed the door after seeing us into her office. What Candy didn't see was the knowing wink I gave to Jessica to bring in the Euro client at
the proper time. If she played her cards right, it could be a very interesting sight to participate in.

“Don't worry about all that, baby. I see you wore the corset and skirt I told you to wear for your client…good girl,” Neferterri stated, letting her eyes scan from the pony tail Candy wore to the all-leather halter corset and matching leather skirt, all the way down to the ankle-length leather boots that accentuated her legs. “Doesn't she look wonderful, Daddy?”

“Yes, she does indeed.” I stepped closer to Candy, inhaling the perfume she knew I loved on her. “I wonder if she made sure not to wear any panties.”