The Awakening

by Shakir Rashaan

  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, sh
e 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.”

  Candy was mesmerized by the way things started to transpire. “Yes, Daddy, just like you commanded last night, and your pussy is bare as well.”

  “Show me.”

  Candy hesitated for a moment. “My European client will be here at any moment, Daddy.”

  “You’re saying that as if I care?” I responded, forcefully moving her to the edge of her desk and pulling her skirt up so I could find out for myself. “Mmmm, good girl, you’re nice and bare, and slick as well. Is that for your client to notice?”

  “My client is female, and I have been getting some vibes from her that she might want to—”

  “Fuck you…like I’m planning to right now, baby.” Neferterri finished Candy’s comment. As she answered, she unbuttoned her pants to reveal a rather interesting surprise that made Candy lick her lips and grin so hard her cheeks began to hurt.

  “Is that what I think that is?”

  “Yes, it is, baby.”

  What Candy was referring to was a FeelDoe strap-on dildo hidden under Neferterri’s business suit.

  For those who might not understand, allow me to explain:

  If you’ve watched porn videos before, then you know that the strap-on devices that are used in some of them are rather flimsy to say the least. The FeelDoe is made in such a manner that it contours into the vaginal canal, thick enough to fill the canal entirely, and rests right at the G-spot, which allows its female wearer the ability to literally feel the penetration, to give her the sensation of what a man feels when he is penetrating a woman.

  Key words: mutual satisfaction.

  You gotta love the lesbians who made this device…I know my Beloved does.

  I moved out of the way and allowed Neferterri to spread Candy’s legs apart while she was still on the desk. The minute the head found its way inside of her wetness, Candy let out a satisfied moan like it was exactly what the sex doctor ordered.

  “Oh my God, that feels soooo good.” I saw the lust in Candy’s eyes as she caressed Neferterri through the fabric of the pants.

  Neferterri pulled Candy’s leg and rested it over her shoulder and slowly slid deeper inside, breathing deeper as she began to stroke. They shared deep, sensual kisses as she stroked, almost forgetting I was in the room for a moment. I smiled and took the moment to slip out of the room and let them really get into it. My phone vibrated, letting me know the client Candy was waiting for had arrived.

  I met Jessica in the reception area, taking notice of the stunning woman waiting for me. I stopped for a moment to take in her essence, enjoying the sight before I spoke.

  “Good afternoon, Ms. Devereaux is showing you her presentation as soon as you walk in the door, Ms. …?”

  “Jameson, Sir. Lillian Jameson. I’m pleased to make your acquaintance.” She presented her hand to me and I properly gave her a kiss on the back of her palm. “My, I’m in the presence of a gentleman as well. It’s such a rare commodity these days.”

  I knew she would melt when I did that. The British women are suckers for gentlemanly and chivalrous behavior, even in the twenty-first century. She was a very statuesque woman, perhaps late thirties or so, very voluptuous figure, not too top heavy, maybe a C-cup at the least, but a beauty nonetheless. She wore a conservative, knee-length pencil skirt, stiletto heels, and a black blouse and jacket. She dressed in a manner as to not draw too much attention to herself, but I had a feeling the conservative attire hid something more sensual beneath. This was going to be an interesting meeting after all, one that might take a little more than the hour than Candy originally anticipated. The choker/collar around her neck provided the information I needed, and provide the necessary confidence the scene in front of her would produce the desired results. Thank goodness Jessica was in the know as well. She should have been, as she’s one of Amenhotep’s service slaves allowed to work outside of the Palace.

  Ms. Jameson wouldn’t be in a tremendous shock when we opened that door, but I buttered her up. I had a feeling I was going to need to take care of some business in a few moments. I wanted her at ease to be able to help Candy finish the presentation on a high note with closing the deal.

  Upon seeing the choker around Ms. Jameson’s neck, I asked her bluntly, “Does your Master know what you are undertaking?”

  She lowered her head as she replied, “Yes, Sir, my Master is aware. I am acting on His behalf and Ms. Devereaux came highly recommended for her ability to be discreet.”

  Now this had some potential indeed. I had a feeling I might need to make a trip over to London in the near future to see about some things. It might prove beneficial for all involved.

  “Well, Ms. Jameson, I believe you will enjoy what you’re about to see. The sensuality you asked for your campaign is occurring as we are speaking. Come, let me show you.”

  Jessica led the way, no doubt preparing herself for the scene she also would witness. We slipped inside as not to allow the passionate moans and screams to escape from the office. What Ms. Jameson saw was quite lovely indeed.

  Neferterri and Candy were on the couch in the office, going at it doggie style now. Candy’s breasts were now released from the corset and her skirt was hiked up over her ass as my wife was rhythmically stroking her, switching from a steady pace to something more primal, more urgent, pushing Candy to come and come hard.

  “Oh my,” Ms. Jameson whispered. “They look absolutely beautiful together.”

  Watching the lustful looks on my girls, I flashed a proud grin. They didn’t notice us entering the room, which had been my intent for Ms. Jameson to catch the natural essence of the presentation.

  I felt Ms. Jameson lean against me, her hand unconsciously tracing the lining of her bra. Her head began to tilt back against my chest, and I instinctively moved my hands down to her waist to steady her, allowing her to soak in the entire scene.

  Jessica tapped me on the shoulder and whispered into my ear, “Shall I tell the partners that Ms. Devereaux will need two hours and the contract will be signed and delivered, yes, Sir?”

  “Yes, Jessica, you can tell the partners it will be signed in the morning.”

  Jessica tipped out of the office to relay the message while I continued buttering up Ms. Jameson for the close.

  “Ms. Devereaux knows her clientele and what they need to present the proper image, Ms. Jameson.”

  “Yes, she does indeed, Sir…may i call You Sir?”

  “you may refer to Me as Lord Ramesses, My dear.”

  “my Master will be pleased to know His project will be in capable hands from a marketing standpoint, m’Lord.”

  “I assure you it is in good hands, just as you are in Mine, Ms. Jameson.”

  “Mmmm, indeed i am m’Lord, if i am allowed to say so.”

  I moved my hands from her waist to the buttons on her blouse, slowly unbuttoning them and exposing the lace bra underneath. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she covered my hands with hers to continue to unfasten the rest of her blouse, exposing her tanned skin.

  “Take your breasts out of your bra, Ms. Jameson. I’m sure they need some attention, considering the beautiful scene in front of you.”

  She did as ordered, unclasping the hook between her breasts, gasping at her exposed breasts and hardened nipples that were now being pinched and teased by her fingers.

  “This has to be one of the most erotic presentations that I’ve been a part of, m’Lord.” She whispered again, this time too aroused to speak above that whisper. “If they keep this up, I might need to call and ask permission from my Master to release some tension.”

  I soon heard the sweet sounds of Candy’s orgasm, and Neferterri realized we were in the room with them and had been the entire time. She looked at the position I had Ms. Jameson in and knew the deal was closed.

  Candy was still in the throes of her orgasm, cursing a few deities along the journey to the epicen
ter of her pleasure. She collapsed on the couch, trying desperately to slow her breathing, knowing she needed to be prepared for her client that she knew had to be…

  “Ahem. Looks like I found the proper ad exec to fuel my campaign,” Ms. Jameson stated, blushing slightly upon witnessing the final sensual moments between Neferterri and Candy. She tried to compose herself from allowing me to expose her chest and fondle her while she enjoyed the show.

  “Ms. Jameson…I’m sorry, I had prepared for your arrival, but…” Candy panicked, thinking the deal was blown, but she quickly realized her client was half naked as well.

  “No need to apologize, Ms. Devereaux. Your lovers seemed to have helped you close the deal on this marketing campaign. I will let my employer know that the contract is yours.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Jameson. I will get the contract over to your lawyers in the morning,” Candy ecstatically stated as she was trying to dress herself. Mercedes was sitting on the couch reapplying her makeup and freshening up as well.

  “I’m sure there’s no need to get dressed just yet, Ms. Devereaux. I was hoping you would make sure the deal was sealed by doing to me what your lover has just done to you?” Ms. Jameson grinned, breaking from my grasp to fondle Candy’s breasts as well.

  “Well, I believe these negotiations are just getting started, baby. Besides, we have a bit of business to attend to also,” Neferterri said rhetorically as we headed out of the office to leave the ladies to finish their “negotiations” in private. “Oh, and please make sure Ms. Devereaux gives you our numbers as well. Enjoy the rest of your negotiations.”

  14 RAMESSES

  Kneeling on the floor naked, she was intensely aware of everything around her.

  The business we needed to attend to after we left Candy’s office was to take care of the inspection phase of Kitana’s training with us. Not two hours after taking care of Candy and her client, Kitana was naked in our living room, making sure this phase of her awakening had been completed. The kids were at their grandparents’ house, so we wouldn’t be disturbed for a few hours.