The showstopper that had me grinning was sajira. Our little one decided she wanted to get the best revenge on her soon-to-be ex-husband by flaunting every inch of her body and leaving nothing to the imagination. She wore a leather, three-buckle corset, laced so tightly that her already-accentuated curves were even more defined, accented with a leather skirt that stopped above the knee. Her ample assets on display captivated the Dominants in the room, all paying close attention to when she turned around. The grins swept the room as she showed off the back of the skirt, or lack thereof, revealing to the room that the skirt was a spanking skirt, and she’d also decided to go commando tonight. There was no point in worrying about the footwear, but the clear “stripper heels” would be the proper turn of phrase to describe them.
Michael Kors, I need to buy some stock in your company ASAP!
Not to be outdone, amani and I had the ladies swooning with matching leather kilts and military-styled leather boots, freshly shined by the island bootblacks. I wore a sleeveless leather shirt top, while amani showed off his more toned physique by wearing a fitted zipped leather vest. Now, that’s not to say I was a slouch and I didn’t keep myself in shape, goodness, that wasn’t it, but I was a bit less muscular than our male submissive. From the gasps of the women in the crowd, I made a note to get back in the gym at the first opportunity.
“Oh, my, I wonder if they’re wearing those kilts in the traditional style or not?” I heard a woman in the crowd ask aloud.
I nodded toward amani as we walked in her direction. “Why don’t you reach under and find out for yourself?”
The woman blushed profusely as she slipped her hands under both of our kilts. The slick smile and unconscious licking of her lips alerted the crowd of the answer to her question. “Damn, and so gifted, too…your women must be especially proud of you two,” she said as the other women in her immediate area giggled. “Would I need to…well, how do you say it…get permission to sample?”
I chuckled a bit, realizing she and her friends were part of the contingent that was invited from Nassau to witness some extracurricular activity, and it would be interesting to see what they were capable of handling. After she reluctantly removed her hands from under our kilts, I teased her by leaning closely to her ear and whispering, “This is the Island of Evil Pleasures, love. You never know what pleasures may await you tonight…if you ask the right questions.”
She wouldn’t stop trembling as I walked away to join the girls at our table. I surveyed the room and marveled at some of the elegant formalwear being displayed, regardless of gender and regardless of station. To think that in an hour or so, all of these outfits would be shed in favor of lesser-clad ensembles in order to perform the scenes that would prove constricting otherwise.
Osiris and Amenhotep were the first to greet us once we sat down.
“Kid, You’ve done it again,” Amenhotep said. “How in the world did You get all of these people from Nassau to come out?”
“I would have to give credit to Osiris and others with regard to that, Sir.” I shook hands with Osiris as I deflected the credit. “The rest of the setup I can lay at the feet of Our submissives. The only thing I can take credit for is delegating the responsibilities.”
“Ramesses, this week doesn’t go off without You putting the right people in place to make sure things go smoothly.” Osiris was always one to keep things as blunt as possible, without much room to wiggle out of it. “You should be proud, you all should be proud. This was an absolutely marvelous week, despite some hiccups along the way.”
Amenhotep stroked his beard over that statement. He gave a quick scan around the room and took notice of a couple of glaring omissions within the crowd, even with the Nassau additions. “I wonder if I should ask about the whereabouts of Sir Lyrical and Domina Korina, or am I better off not asking that question?”
“Two words, Sir: plausible deniability,” Neferterri interjected as she eavesdropped on the conversation. She gave me a knowing wink before she returned to her conversation with a few guests that lingered around the table.
“You heard My Beloved, Sir. The less You know, the better,” I explained. I noticed others were trying to figure out what was going on, and I was not about to arouse suspicion, so I went into theatrics. “I would imagine the happy couple is enjoying themselves quite well, to be honest. The sparks between them were so obvious that they had to cut the trip short. It is a shame. It would have been nice to see the chemistry between them in person.”
I was laying it on thick for the outsiders listening in on the conversation in case someone wanted to figure out what exactly had happened to them. Unless they possessed the resources that we did, they wouldn’t find out too much information, and by then it wouldn’t matter. The Colombian Cartels would have taken care of one issue and Seti’s associates in North Africa would have taken care of the other issue.
No muss, no fuss.
“Well, I wish them all the happiness they deserve.” Amenhotep followed my cues, playing along with the routine. Thankfully, no one on the island figured out what actually had happened between my Beloved and Lyrical since the encounter had occurred while everyone was enjoying the festivities of the night. The security staff and the medical staff had a prearranged gag order, so they would be sworn by legalities to remain silent or suffer the consequences. “I’ve heard they decided to finish the rest of their trip in Fiji. Very sensual location, believe Me.”
A few people trailed away, presumably satisfied with the gossip they could advance to the next willing ears. We did what we needed to do to take people off the scent, and for the most part, there would be no curiosities to help unhinge the rumors.
Once we were among ourselves, Osiris asked, “So, now that we’ve managed to take care of eavesdroppers, what did You have in mind for this last event?”
I started to answer, and the strangest thing happened.
I drew a blank.
I honestly had no earthly idea of what to do for tonight’s centerpiece to the event. I looked at Amenhotep for a moment before turning back to Osiris, my mind racing to figure out what to do to make something up as I went. After the past twenty-four hours, I was genuinely out of any clever tricks up my sleeve or anything that would prove a catalyst for things to come.
“There’s no need to be modest, Beloved.” Neferterri slid her arms around my neck. “Don’t worry, Gentlemen, tonight will be amazing.”
Neferterri kissed my lips, further confusing me. I was glad I had a decent poker face, otherwise, I would have really thrown everyone off. I looked at shamise and sajira, who tried to hide the excited expressions on their faces, and then over at amani, who looked as out of the loop as I did.
“Knowing You, My darling Lady Neferterri, it should be an interesting treat, indeed.” Amenhotep dismissed my bewildered look as He winked at her. “I, for one, am looking forward to this.”
THIRTY-FOUR NEFERTERRI
“Ladies and gentlemen, you are all in for a treat tonight.”
When Ramesses wanted to ad lib, he took things to the extreme. The crowd was completely mesmerized by the spectacle he put on, hinging on his every word as amani was escorted to the center of the dungeon.
The girls and I took the social time that the guests took advantage of to do a crash course for the men in our lives and let them know what was about to take place.
Ramesses didn’t blink once. He saw this coming and it was a simple matter of timing. To him, this was perfect timing. He simply told Osiris, who usually officiated ceremonies, and prepared for the event.
amani took the news from the girls in stride, but I had a feeling the gravity of the situation was lost on him for a moment. They tried their best to help explain to him what was about to happen and what it meant for him within the family, but it wasn’t until he saw the crowd surrounding us that things finally clicked. The look on his face was absolutely priceless as they placed him on the kneeling bench facing the Cross.
The chairs had been posi
tioned in a large circle, enclosing us and giving the ceremony an intimate feel. The lighting had been dimmed to simulate candlelight levels, with the spotlight concentrating on the middle of the circle.
“Forgive the impromptu nature of this occasion, but it has been long overdue, and My Beloved and I could not be prouder of our newest submissive, amani.” Ramesses continued his spiel, making it sound like it was something he’d rehearsed for months. “Tonight, we have invited you to witness this most intimate of events, and once it is over, you will be encouraged to christen our newest addition to the House of Kemet-Ka by flogger, single-tail whip, or barehanded spanking.”
Osiris made his way from the back of the dungeon, walking with keket at his side, until they made it to the center area with us. In keket’s hands was amani’s leather and chrome collar, complete with the padlock and key, symbolic of the permanency of his bond to the family. The crowd buzzed as those in the audience who had never witnessed a public collaring ceremony before did their best to keep their conversation to a whisper. Under normal circumstances, he would have been dressed in the ceremonial robes, as would we have been, but instead, settled on a modest leather vest and kilt with his boots, looking quite the debonair gentleman. I would have swooned over him with the other women if I weren’t married to my own piece of drool-worthy eye candy.
“If I may have your attention, please, ladies and gentlemen,” Osiris announced. He stepped onto the platform, motioning for Ramesses and me to join him. He waited for the crowd to quiet down before he continued. “We are gathered this evening to witness the formal collaring of amani, submissive of the House of Kemet-Ka. On behalf of Master Ramesses and Lady Neferterri, it is My honor to officiate this ceremony.”
amani stayed in his kneeling position, stealing glances at shamise and sajira on either side of him. I would have corrected him on the spot, but considering all eyes were on us, I decided against it. After all, this was a special occasion, there was no point in ruining it, and I would consider the trail of whips and floggers that would commence after his declaration a fitting punishment for his transgressions.
amani clasped his hands in front of him as though he were praying. I smiled down on him, proud of the journey he’d taken to get to this point, and curious of what the future held for him as our property. Ramesses and I took our positions, standing in front of him, nodding to Osiris to proceed with the next phase of the ceremony.
“amani will now announce his declaration, after which his permanent collar will be locked around his neck,” Osiris pronounced to the crowd. I surveyed the faces, taking delight in watching the non-lifestyle people in attendance, awestruck by the spectacle.
amani took a deep breath, opening his eyes to find us standing before him. His eyes focused solely on the two of us, he said, “With devotion, i offer my body and will to You, my Master and my Goddess, to care for and do with as You will. Your desires are mine, Your will is my command.”
He took another breath before continuing his declaration. “i vow to learn all that You wish to teach me to the best of my ability. i know through Your loving direction, discipline, and appropriate punishment that i will reach my highest potential as Your submissive. Master, Goddess, i accept Your collar as a symbol of my submission to You, devotion to my sister submissives, and the pledge i have made tonight. i shall wear it with pride, always.”
A soft applause rose from the crowd, in appreciation of this part of the ceremony. keket presented the collar to us, allowing me to place the collar around his neck.
“I am so proud of you, My beautiful boi,” I whispered in his ear as I locked the collar around his neck. He shook for a moment as I kissed the spot on his neck I knew turned him on. “I love you, amani.”
“I love you, too, kid,” Ramesses kneeled down to whisper. amani discreetly raised his fist to give his Master pound, their own unique way of connecting. “Welcome to the family.”
“Let all who have witnessed this ceremony take note, that Master Ramesses and Lady Neferterri have accepted amani as their own,” Osiris proclaimed. “he is now claimed, as his declaration of submission has been spoken and freely given. I now present to you, amani, submissive prince of the House of Kemet-Ka.”
“Please forgive me, these introductions are long overdue.”
I was kidding when I told amani we needed to meet this friend of his. I wanted him to enjoy the euphoria of what he’d gone through and being the envy of the submissives on the island that were waiting for that moment. It wasn’t as though we wouldn’t get a chance to see him before we saw all of the guests off the island, and I suspected Blaze would be dying to show him off tonight also. Still, I wasn’t about to stop him from following through on his promise, either.
One look at Jelani and I had to reevaluate my original thoughts.
The girls did everything they could to keep from drooling too much to keep Ramesses from chastising them for being unladylike.
I had to maintain my own decorum; despite the fact that my amani was sexy, Jelani had a body built for sin. The things I imagined doing to him in the quick fantasy flashes would have made any normal woman blush.
Thank goodness I wasn’t a normal woman.
He might have been a couple of inches shorter than amani, but his body was well defined, and the Speedo shorts he wore showed off every muscle in his body. His dark-chocolate hue covered in massage oil gave his skin a sheen that caused every woman in the dungeon to take notice, whether they were compelled to do so or not.
The grin on Blaze’s face let me know she was more than happy with the way things had progressed with him, and I grinned because I couldn’t wait to have a quick conversation with her while amani and the girls got to know Jelani better.
“Master, Goddess, shamise, sajira, i would like for you to meet my frat, Jelani. Mistress Blaze, it is nice to see You again also, Ma’am.” amani pointed us out to Jelani to give him a frame of reference. “Jelani, as you can now tell, this is my D/s family.”
Jelani took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, sending chills down my spine and making me wet in an instant. Damn, I needed to get away from this man before I gave myself away. “It is nice to meet You, m’Lady. My frat has spoken a lot about You, and he definitely did not exaggerate. If i may say so, You are absolutely stunning.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere with Me, Jelani.” I grinned and blushed, unable to escape the way his eyes regarded me. He meant every word he said, and his body followed up the words in his mind. I struggled to keep from flirting with him, especially when his eyes gave himself away. “I will let you and amani and the girls get better acquainted, Jelani. It was nice meeting you. I’m sure we will see you in the future.”
Before Jelani could say another word, shamise and sajira had already grabbed him and amani by the hands and pulled them away from us, leaving the three of us for a brief moment to chat.
Ramesses grinned for a moment before he gave me a kiss across my lips. “You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type,” he said. “As much as I would love to stay and chat, there are guests to disburse and scatter out to the play spaces before we have our own fun. Blaze, he has great potential, I think You will have a blast training him.”
He walked away after kissing Blaze on the cheek, and the moment he was gone, we went into girlfriend mode.
“Whew, woman, how in the world have You been able to resist the charms on that boi?” I felt like I was having hot flashes he had me so heated.
“I haven’t.” Blaze’s grin would have made a Cheshire cat jealous. “he’s been so easy to mold, he’s picked up on all of My simple protocols, and every time he strips down to his underwear, it’s taken everything within Me to keep from raping him on the spot!”
I closed my eyes to hold myself steady as I looked back in the direction of where the girls and the bois were still talking. I looked at amani, and toward Jelani, and back to amani, and I placed a hand over my chest to regulate my breathing. “Now I see why You were pissed off with M
e a couple of years ago when amani showed up for Me.”
Blaze blushed. “Yeah, I was a little hot when I thought Sin had My back when we were looking at him back then. When he came and kneeled at Your feet, I had this look on My face, and Sin instantly knew She’d fucked Me over. It had nothing to do with You, though. You couldn’t have known Sin and I had already talked about Your boi before She sent him in Your direction.”
“Well, You can’t say things didn’t work themselves out, Blaze.” I winked at her, preparing to state the obvious. “You know this means that You owe Me now, right?”
Blaze was incredulous. “How in the world do You figure that, Neferterri?”
“My boi introduced You to a potential submissive to serve You.” The grin on my face was evident of the checkmate she didn’t see coming. “After all, he could have introduced him to Me and the rest of the family before introducing him to You.”
“I love You, but You can be such a bitch sometimes.” Blaze laughed, but she couldn’t argue with my logic, either. “Okay, I owe You, girl, You do have a point. But that also means that Sin still owes Me, too. She didn’t set this sexy-ass boi up with Me.”
“Exactly, Sis,” I confirmed. “Not that I would hold it over Your head or anything. I also have a feeling amani and My girls will take the point in getting him acclimated to life as a lifestyle submissive, if I know them.”
I looked at the way my girls fawned over them, and I saw something that made me smile. I didn’t want to jinx it, so I didn’t speak it into existence. Some things develop in their own way, without interference.
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?”
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