The Awakening

by Shakir Rashaan

  “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.

  As much as my wife was ready to split the scene, I wasn’t quite ready to leave. I needed to make sure before I called my friend at the precinct.

  “Give Me five more minutes, honey. I need the plates just to be sure.” The guy was smart to back the car into a corner; I’ll give him that credit. But Lee had to leave sometime, and I wanted to nail him to the wall to figure out what the hell he wanted with me and mine.

  I got my wish about a couple of minutes later, when Lee’s cell phone went off and when he answered it, he rushed Angel out of the way and got in his car. He sped off quickly, but not fast enough for me to confirm the plates my father’s friend had given me on the partial plates I had.

  “Bingo,” I said before starting the engine.

  “Okay, Shaft, now can we go?” my wife impatiently asked, sounding irked at my wannabe cop routine.

  “Yes, we’re gone. I need to turn this over to the authorities so they can follow up on it.” There was no way I was going to try and handle this myself. I’m not a cop, nor did I want to be. But I’d be damned if I was gonna sit by and let some nut try and disturb the peace that is my home and family.

  Now the question was did I want to know the answers to the questions in my mind?

  “We’re being followed.”

  There was a car that took up a surveillance position almost as soon as we left the bar.

  “Are you sure, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  Maroon color. Chevy Impala. Twenty-four-inch rims. Not the smartest idea on the planet to tail a person in such a conspicuous vehicle. That let me know that his crew wasn’t all that smart, especially when they were casing the house a couple of weeks ago. Not smart at all.

  I had to keep my calm so I didn’t freak my wife out too much. But I had to put some skills to work a little bit. So, without warning, I made a quick right down Sidney Marcus, put a few cars between us for a minute, enough so I could see them and not tip them off. I made a left on Piedmont with the intent of popping in a circle in the middle of Buckhead to see if I was correct.

  Damn.

  As soon as we hit Piedmont, the Impala followed. This couldn’tve been happening.

  I slowed the pace a little bit, letting the Impala play catch-up for a minute. I needed to see the faces of our pursuers. I recognized the two guys from the incident at Liquid when Lee had popped off at the mouth and almost caught a beat down.

  We were approaching I-75 South, so I smoothly made the transition down the two-lane stretch of road where the interstate exit merges off and the rest of the stretch of road heads toward Spring Street.

  Before they could figure out what I was doing, I jerked the car onto the exit merge going to the interstate, leaving them no choice but to head toward Spring Street. It was too late to merge with the rest of traffic to catch up with us.

  Neferterri looked at me like she’d never seen me before. “Where is my husband, and when the hell did he learn to drive like that?”

  I laughed it off, as some things were not always needed until the moment arises. Those skills were taught long before I’d married my Beloved, back when I was a youngster being groomed to be a State Trooper like my father before me.

  Some habits never die. I’m glad this one hadn’t left me.

  My wife grabbed her phone and dialed Angel’s number. I felt the anger on her as she waited for the voicemail to pick up.

  “You are no longer being considered as a submissive of this House, Angel. Your actions have proven you untrustworthy and unfit to be a submissive of Kemet-Ka. We wish you peace in your journey, and make sure that you do not darken our doorstep again.”

  “Well, that was one less issue to concern ourselves with.” I laughed. “Now, we only have the Halloween party to deal with after we go through trick-or-treat hell and we’ll be home-free.”

  27 NEFERTERRI

  Coming through the door as instructed by the email she’d received from me earlier in the day, Kitana had no idea of what to expect. It was her first time coming through the front door in submissive mode, and her mind raced. She made sure to memorize the instructions that Ramesses and I had drilled into her over the last few weeks. Now, on the verge of Amenhotep’s departure and pending nuptials, it was time to showcase Kitana to see if the circle of friends would be pleased at her progression or not.

  The guest list was quite large, considering the way that word spread about Amenhotep and paka’s soon-to-be departure. But then again, it’s not entirely surprising that most people would want to see the two of them off. Sinsual and Blaze were in attendance with their bois, which meant Ice would be in attendance as well, to see the emergence of his wife as a submissive. I was curious to see how he would react to seeing her in a D/s atmosphere, and it looked like I was going to get my wish.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Kitana snap out of her trance and crawl into the grand room, where she made sure to quickly locate me, since I was the closest one to her. She immediately took her place at my feet at the end of the sectional couch, assumed her kneeling position, and kept her eyes cast downward until I acknowledged her presence. I saw Ramesses looking on, smiling at the entrance Kitana had made, and capturing the attention of every Dominant in the room.

  “Good girl, and on your first night, your Sir and I are pleased,” I said. Kitana then began to hear the other comments from the other Dominants that were in the room.

  “Very nice; she learns very quickly,” I heard Sin say to the audience, while stroking tiger’s head.

  “she will make an excellent pet, Sir,” one of the other Dominants, Lord Magnus, commented to Ramesses, shaking his hand. “I see that the House of Kemet-Ka is still alive and well, Ramesses.”

  “You say she is brand-new to the community, Neferterri My; she is quite a find indeed,” Blaze stated next. “she resembles shamise in so many ways, I am pleased she has found her way into your House, Neferterri.”

  Kitana blushed and grinned to herself at the impression she made. Above all else, she wanted to make Ramesses and me proud of her, and she managed to accomplish that in front of a captive audience.

  “Yes, she is, and we are very pleased and proud of how much she has absorbed in the short time she has been with us.” Kitana finally heard Ramesses’s voice, barely containing herself. I softly pulled her hair to keep her mindful of her feelings.

  She felt his hand across her shoulder, and she tried to keep from shaking. His presence always had a way of commanding attention, and not because of his height. Ramesses made sure he commanded respect and attention without saying a word.

  Kitana’s relationship with me was just as intense, but in a different way. While Ramesses had the blessed ability to control her mind, I had begun to develop the exquisite ability to take her body to new levels of ecstasy. In her mind, it was the perfect combination, and she felt herself lucky to have found her new House.

  “you may look up now, Kitana, so we may introduce everyone to you.” Ramesses took his finger to raise her face toward his.

  Kitana finally had her first opportunity to see who was in the room. She was surprised to see about three other Dominants and two more Dominas, along with about six submissives, both men and women, at their places of ownership at their owners’ feet, in addition to Sin and Blaze, tiger and Ice, and Amenhotep and paka. It was quite a sight for her as it was the first time Kitana had seen other male submissives before. The male subs don’t come out a lot, including her husband, who was not far from her in his kneeling position.

  Kitana noticed one of the male submissives staring at her lustfully, and remembered she was still naked. While it turned her on to know she attracted attention, it was the way his eyes fixated on her that made her uncomfortable in her stance. S
he also didn’t like the look Ice gave her as he noticed the looks she got from the submissive.

  I spoke sternly to him, letting him know of my displeasure. “Did I give you permission to fix your eyes upon My property, slave?”

  “No, Ma’am. Please forgive me, she is so beautiful, Ma’am.” He cast his eyes to the ground immediately, not daring to speak any more than he had to.

  “That’s no excuse, slave, and you know better than to disrespect your Mistress.”

  Blaze overheard her submissive being berated for his transgression and immediately took her hand and raked it across the back of his head, dropping his head down and forcing his eyes shut. “Just for that, slave, you go back into your chastity belt.”

  “Yes, Ma’am, as You command,” he replied sheepishly as he settled back into his kneeling position.

  I calmed Kitana down and told her, “Do not hesitate to inform Me or Daddy if someone looks at you in a way you are not comfortable with, little one. If you haven’t figured it out already, your Sir is very protective of you, My sweetness.”

  Sin was stroking Ice as she took notice of a sickening sweet smile that spread across my face. Her curiosity got the best of her when she asked, “So, what is on Your mind, Neferterri? You look like the cat that just swallowed the canary.”

  The answer to her question came in the form of my surprise for the evening, which was the submissive male I had been chatting with for the past couple of weeks, Damian. He immediately located me and couldn’t stop smiling as he slowly walked toward me.

  I noticed something in the way Damian walked as he approached me that caused my mind to click a little bit, and it made me smile even more at the additional possibilities now opened to me to do to him. It was something I needed to bring out of him, to get him to embrace and feel comfortable with this revelation, and get my Beloved comfortable…well, maybe not Beloved, as he’s dealt with this situation before and it didn’t bother him then, so I knew it wouldn’t bother him then.