The Awakening (22 page)

What was it about submissives when they heard their Dominant's voice?

Once she was reassured her husband never had any intentions of divorcing her, I turned the attention to her next visit with us, and continuing the next phase of her protocol training.

I got through the door, and after checking on the kids to make sure they hadn't torn up their playroom, I finally found my wife on the IMs, doing the usual juggling act between a few people.

“Hey, babe, I just got off the phone with Kitana. It seems that things are back to normal, so to speak, at their house,” I told her, trying to read over her shoulder to make sense of the conversations she was having.

“Hey baby, how is Sinsual doing?” my wife asked me as I quickly kissed her on the cheek. She seemed to be in a better mood after the situation I'd put her in earlier, and I quickly began to see why that was the case.

I saw an unfamiliar screen name on the screen, and from the way
it seemed, whoever it was, they had captured Neferterri's attention for longer than five minutes.

lady_neferterri:
Hello…. Mistress Sinsual sent Me your name

by_her_command:
Good day Ma'am

lady_neferterri:
how are you?

by_her_command:
Hello, Dear Goddess, how may I be of service to You today?

lady_neferterri:
Are you new to this lifestyle?

by_her_command:
Yes Ma'am, I am very new to the lifestyle

lady_neferterri:
so what made you interested in this or started your quest so to say?

by_her_command:
Well Ma'am, I have always been the Dominant in command throughout my career and during my last marriage. I have always dreamed of being dominated and kneeling at the feet of a Goddess that I can respect and serve her in every aspect of her pleasure.

lady_neferterri:
how old are you? What is your vanilla name as well

by_her_command:
I am 26 Ma'am, and my name is Damian, Ma'am

A youngster…

New to the lifestyle, and he had managed to keep Neferterri from going off on him.

This might be interesting after all. Sinsual didn't waste any time getting the info to her.

I continued to read the conversation as it happened, secretly wondering if he would slip up and say something off-color, or perhaps do what the other submissive males tended to always do before it was time: talk about sex.

lady_neferterri:
so do you know anyone in the BDSM community here in Atlanta?

by_her_command:
Yes Ma'am I do

lady_neferterri:
good

lady_neferterri:
do you have any questions for Me?

by_her_command:
No problem Ma'am, a question I have is what are You looking for in a submissive?

lady_neferterri:
first…honesty and trust

lady_neferterri:
must be compatible in that you don't have to like everything I like but have a willingness to be open about new things

lady_neferterri:
be independent…I'm not looking for a slave…I want a submissive

by_her_command:
May I ask another question Ma'am?

lady_neferterri:
go ahead

by_her_command:
I am new to this and I have been claimed before, however, it didn't work out because I realized the Domina was more about Herself than She was for me as Her sub. How would You treat Your sub on respect for his well-being and enjoyment of serving You? Are You a caring Domina of Your sub, or does caring about Your sub's pleasure to serve You even a concern?

lady_neferterri:
very good questions

Very good questions, indeed,
I thought to myself. Neferterri looked over her shoulder at me with this grin on her face.

“How the hell Sin decided to give this one up, I'll never know. She giggled at the thought, especially when she knew how much trouble Sin had been going through with Ice. “But I'm not going to look a gift sub male in the mouth and say I don't want him.”

“Good, because if Sin did find out She gave up a diamond in the rough, She'd be pissed at Herself,” I quipped. “Now, are You going to answer the youngster properly or not?”

She playfully slapped at me as she continued her conversation with him.

lady_neferterri:
My sub's well-being is a major concern for Me. How a sub is feeling, worried, mad, or whatever is going on in their life concerns Me. A sub cannot serve well if things going on in their lives are affecting them or they need their limits pushed.

by_her_command:
That is wonderful Ma'am

lady_neferterri:
Dom/mes who go by protocol have to care about their subs. When You take on a sub, their life goes along with it.

by_her_command:
I agree with You so much. I have met so many people in this lifestyle that haven't come to terms with that. They think it's all about them.

lady_neferterri:
those are selfish Dom/mes

by_her_command:
I agree Ma'am, but that seems to be all I have met since getting into this lifestyle

lady_neferterri:
it's hard to weed out the real Doms from the bad ones

lady_neferterri:
just like it's hard with finding subs

by_her_command:
I agree Ma'am. I hate to say it, but subs need to interview the Dominants/Mistresses just the same.

lady_neferterri:
yeah I don't expect it any other way

lady_neferterri:
I expect you to go asking about Me…

by_her_command:
May I ask You another question Dear Goddess?

lady_neferterri:
yes

lady_neferterri:
you are free to talk

by_her_command:
Do You attend any munches or meet and greets in the city? Also, did You have any interest in the DomCon convention this weekend?

lady_neferterri:
yes and no….it depends on schedule… We have three kids, so got to worry about babysitting

by_her_command:
Very understandable Ma'am

by_her_command:
May I ask Your age?

lady_neferterri:
35

by_her_command:
Thank You Ma'am. And how does Your husband feel about You having a male submissive?

lady_neferterri:
if I were to consider you, you would serve Me, but you will obey the Lord of this House as well. you are a submissive, and whether Dom or Domina, that should be expected, once they have earned your trust, don't you agree?

I loved it when she was able to get her point across.

But then again, considering all of the BDSM chat groups that we participated in where various topics came up on a weekly basis anyway, it didn't surprise me that some of the conversation finally rubbed off. There was always the question of dealing with a Dominant Couple and the dynamics of “Does the submissive
have
to obey the other Dominant within the House?” I don't know about other folks, but there are two, and both will be obeyed. There was no room for anything else to happen.

Neferterri ended the IM conversation with the young man whose vanilla name she found out in the conversation was Damian. She had this half smile on her face as she looked up at me to figure out the expression on my face. To be honest, I actually was pleasantly surprised. Trying to find a decent male submissive of color was probably more difficult than finding a female.

“So, do I get to keep him, Daddy?” she asked sarcastically.

“You got jokes today. He must have impressed You to go through all that,” I replied.

“Yeah, he has so far. But I'm going to see how he reacts once the conversation turns sexual.” I knew what she meant by that. Even the ones who could put up a good front in terms of not talking about sexual topics until a certain time, all of a sudden become the deviants they were trying to hide once a Dominant's guard was down.

The usual game of cat-and-mouse: regardless of vanilla or alternative lifestyle, the game never faded.

“If things go as You hope they will, yes, we will go through the normal protocol procedures, baby. If we are going to do this, it has to be done right,” I finally told her. In actuality, I had already figured that sooner or later, there would be a male submissive within the House. With Amenhotep leaving soon, a lot of things were changing fast, which meant we needed to make sure that we got our House in order quickly, as other things would be holding my attention.

That meant figuring out what to do about both Kitana and Angel. One of them was easy to figure; the other one, I wasn't so sure about yet. I guess it was simply a matter of finding out, one way or the other, and that was what I intended to do.

26
RAMESSES

Something didn't feel right.

I noticed things were amiss, making me pause. I paused when I noticed the tone of her voice when she agreed to meet with Neferterri and me at a bar in Midtown, not too far from where she worked. My wife felt the uncertainty in me, which echoed her own suspicions as to why Angel didn't want to meet up at a more public venue, and not on an off-day.

There's something to be said for someone who does things on such an undercover mode. What's done in the dark, I think was what the old saying goes. To be honest, it made me question something else she might have been hiding: the nature of her relationship status.

There were a few things I mentally omitted from my mind when we were having sex after Neferterri turned Angel over to me: insisting on doing it doggy style the entire time we were sexing; not wanting to perform orally, which is a big turn-off for me; and not getting dressed fast enough when her cell phone rang before we finally got done because “it was getting late and she needed to get home.” For a woman with no kids who worked as an exotic dancer, that seemed a bit strange. Hindsight was 20/20, and it made things painfully clear to the both of us: Angel's leading a double life.

I pulled into the parking lot of the bar where she wanted to meet, and I immediately wanted to turn around and drive home. The place was a hole-in-the-wall, the type of place where you take someone you didn't want the general public to view for any reason. Not well lit, which said a lot considering it was still mid-afternoon. Everything about it screamed security nightmare, and it simply put Angel in a very unflattering light.

Neferterri saw Angel walking out of the bar and heading toward another car, never seeing us while she was strolling. I began to do a double-take because of the make and color of the car she walked toward. It was the same as the one outside of the house a few weeks ago. I almost wanted to get out of the car to confront him right then and there, but I remembered my wife was in the car, and Angel was standing there with him. That wouldn't have been the smart move to make.

Neferterri felt my tension. “What is it, baby?”

“That's the car I saw outside the house,” I flatly answered. “I know that's the car. I remember the wheels.”

She tensed up. “Do we need to leave now, before something goes down, baby?”

I understood her wanting to leave, and I couldn't blame her. I was actually glad we took the “POS” car, so to speak. Whenever I felt the need to be inconspicuous, I drove an old-style Ford Crown Victoria with tinted windows. It disguised itself as an unmarked police cruiser, which works beautifully when I don't want to be noticed. Don't ask me why I did it, but I didn't want to take any chances.

Yeah, I know, but I'm a cop's kid.

Our suspicions were realized when a familiar figure popped out of the car to embrace Angel: Lee, the jackass who didn't recognize
my wife when he decided to call her out of her name that night at the club, was standing in a trench coat with a collared shirt and pants.

“Well, I'll be damned.” I sat there in mild shock. No wonder she had to get home so quickly. He must have been waiting at home for her or something and wasn't appreciating having to wait when he called her cell that night.

“Baby, let's go. We got all we need to get right now, Angel's history in My eyes,” Neferterri told me, obviously irked over seeing all this in person. “The fact that she's even with this dude is making My stomach turn.”

I was inclined to agree with her, especially when I had sex with her. Slowly but surely, I began to find things wrong with Angel, things I was willing to overlook before. Damn, why all the fine ones got to have issues? But my wife was right. There was no need to even drop this chick in person; it's better to let sleeping dogs lie. Besides, I had better fish to fry now.