Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld

by Shakir Rashaan

  When I got married, almost from the moment that I said “I do,” I’d made a mistake. I thought I wanted the family, the two kids, the husband with all the money to take care of things while I did nothing but take care of the house, take care of him when he got home from a hard day of work, and fuck him like a porn star the minute it was time to go to bed.

  It’s funny how reality slaps you in the face.

  The first strike happened when he couldn’t get it up the night of our wedding. We did a quickie thing in Vegas, followed by a “romantic” consummation of the marriage in one of the spacious suites inside of the MGM Grand.

  I know how I’m used to getting fucked, and my new husband wasn’t measuring up at all by comparison. The way Daddy handled me, or his friends handled me…well, I thought I made sure he could keep up. I blamed it on nerves for him, because he was handling business before we got married. The moment we got to L.A., it was like night and day, so I wondered why he wouldn’t handle things now.

  The second strike happened about a month later. I was already having an itch to come back home to Atlanta. He was slowly cutting off anyone willing to befriend me, male or female, and insisted that, unless he was taking me out, which happened about three times a week, I didn’t need to get out, learn the city, or anything that would allow me to embrace L.A. I was fine because he was finally taking care of business in bed, and the bills were still getting paid, so, there was nothing that really had me going a bit.

  That was before Stephanie showed up.

  That should have been strike three, but there was a bit of a twist in that story.

  Stephanie was not who you think “she” was. She was actually a she-male, post-op, and hung like Justin Slayer. Don’t tell Daddy, but I loved, loved, loved Justin Slayer.

  I won’t get off on a tangent just yet, so let me focus.

  Stephanie came to the house about two months after we got married. Out of the blue, she knocked on the door and gave me the once-over after I opened the door to find out who this strange, but strikingly beautiful “girl,” was at my door.

  Until she told me she was looking for my husband because she had been fucking him since before I married.

  Again, that should have been strike three.

  But it wasn’t.

  The next month after that was interesting.

  Stephanie would spend time with me while my husband was at work; meanwhile, my husband would come up with convenient excuses as to why he needed to work late. I knew Stephanie was with him at night, and the location would always be different; she would confide in me on the mornings after they were together.

  By that point, I was already filing for divorce in California.

  Community property state…

  And he had millions available to take, with the minor complication of a prenuptial agreement that had an infidelity clause written in, paying me millions if he were to cheat on me.

  Hey, I didn’t say he was smart, just a good fuck.

  The final straw actually didn’t come from me, but from Stephanie.

  She was tired of sharing him, but she couldn’t let me go.

  I was tired of both of them and wanted to go home to my family. Millions of dollars richer, yes, but I was tired of them both.

  Stephanie confronted him a couple of weeks before I filed, telling him he had better get rid of me or else she was going to tell me about their affair. Sure, it was going to cost him, but it would have been better than to suffer the embarrassment at work that he was with a “freak.”

  That night, he told me everything.

  My Goddess would have been proud of the award-winning performance that I gave, complete with the crocodile tears.

  The next morning, I was signing transaction papers into a bank account that placed five million dollars into my newly opened checking account, and twenty million into the newly opened savings account.

  I told you he wasn’t too bright.

  But I guess I wasn’t too bright, either. I wasted precious time I could never get back.

  Stephanie tried to talk me into staying in L.A. so we could continue seeing each other behind his back, but I was turned off by the clingy nature she had begun to display, and that was something I couldn’t deal with.

  So, here I was, relaxing in the guest bedroom of Ice and sajira’s home, basking in the glow of a very, very passion-filled night.

  But I was restless.

  I needed my Master and Mistress to put me to sleep properly.

  I knew that wasn’t going to happen, though. Considering it was nearly two in the morning, and even though the kids were probably spending the weekend at their grandmother’s house, I knew better than to wake up the house, so, I logged in on my laptop to try and find some stuff to put me to sleep.

  I logged in to yahoo messenger to catch up with some of the people I was able to connect with while I was in L.A. I knew most of them were still awake, since it was only after eleven out there.

  I was in a friendly chat with a submissive friend in San Diego when…

  lord_ramesses: good morning, little one. Shouldn’t you be in bed?

  I froze.

  He was right.

  It was well past my curfew.

  scarlett.flame: yes, Daddy, i am in bed. i was a little restless.

  lord_ramesses: that doesn’t give you cause to break your curfew, Scarlett

  scarlett.flame: i’m sorry, Daddy, i did not want to break curfew, but i’m really, really wet right now

  lord_ramesses: then ask permission to release that tension, Scarlett. you know the House rules

  He had me there, and we both knew it.

  My hands instinctively moved between my legs, feeling the heat that hadn’t waned since sajira left me to go to bed. I heard his voice in my ear, and I couldn’t resist the nasty thoughts his voice commanded of me.

  Daddy must have felt me calling out for him because my cell phone rang a few seconds later.

  “Mmmmm, hi, Daddy, how are You tonight?” I purred into the phone.

  “I see you two had a pretty good night tonight.” I heard the bass in his voice, and the rush I felt flow through me was indescribably overwhelming. “So, it must have been important for you to break your curfew.”

  I swallowed hard as I felt my fingers getting slicker by the second, just from hearing his voice. “Yes, Daddy, my body is on fire after playing with sajira a little while ago. i really need to release again, if i am allowed to do so, Daddy.”

  The pause over the phone caused my heart to race. I normally didn’t give in to my libido unless it was commanded, but I had to admit to myself that not being held to House protocol had made me lazy. I was used to indulging in my urges when I felt like it, and I knew that’s not what my Dominants required of me, nor was it House protocol. I immediately felt guilty I was disappointing him by even admitting I wanted to give in without express permission.

  “No, Scarlett, I don’t think so, but I do have an idea of how you can please Me,” I heard him speak finally after what felt like an eternity of silence. “Do you know that your soon-to-be sister is doing a side gig as a phone sex operator?”

  That question hit me, and not in a bad way. “Yes, Daddy, she mentioned that while we were catching up earlier today.”

  “Good, because I have a task for you, and I have a feeling it will be something good for you.” As much as I could anticipate his next command, I didn’t dare speak it for fear that I would be incorrect. I had been gone almost six months, and while the connection was strengthening again with both of them, it hadn’t yet gotten back to where it once was.

  “What do You command of me, m’Lord?” I went into high protocol, as I heard the tone in his voice become more rigid, more demanding. It made me wetter by the moment, and I tried to keep my wits about me, in case he mentioned something to intentionally throw me off.

  “you will join your sister in working the side gig,” he began. “It’s not like you need the money, so consider it a phase of your train
ing and another condition of your re-entry into the House.”

  I didn’t know whether to jump for joy at that moment or try to make it sound like I was “okay” with it all, like it was no big deal. My Daddy and my Goddess know about my desire to be exhibitionist in any and all ways possible. In fact, it’s one of the reasons why I kneeled before them to be a part of the House in the first place: to be shown off, anywhere, anytime.

  I tried hard to compose myself, but the excitement in my voice couldn’t completely be contained. “Yes, m’Lord, i understand Your command of me, and i will do as You command.”

  “Good girl, I knew you would.”

  God, why does it make me melt to hear him say those two words?

  “I will leave it to sajira to make the necessary steps to get you in the loop. Now, I have one more task for you to complete before bed, little one.”

  “Yes, m’Lord?” I queried.

  “I want you to come for Me,” he flatly commanded, and my hand instinctively moved to my clit. “I want you to tell Me about it, in detail, tomorrow when your Goddess and I call you in the morning to discuss your full-time job at NEBU.”

  “Yes, m’Lord, thank You for allowing me to release,” I replied. My voice dripped with sex as I desperately tried to send that sexual energy in his direction in the hope he would stay on the phone a little while longer to hear an explosion tailor-made for him, and only him.

  “Good night, My Scarlett.” His voice deepened, which only spurred my oncoming orgasm. “Make it a good one.”

  I hung up the phone, my fingers already completely coated with my juices, thanks to him. It only took a few more minutes before I screamed out his name with my legs clamped tightly over fingers furiously pushing wave after wave of an orgasm most people only wished they could have.

  An orgasm so intense it immediately put me to sleep.

  God, it’s good to be home again.

  EIGHTEEN RAMESSES

  “Everything is going according to plan.”

  My Beloved expressed her reservations with going through with this phase of the plan, but the way I saw it, it was needed to move things to the next level. When we first had decided to travel down this path, I had made it clear this was not something that was needed, but it was critical to growth. There has to be pain in order for growth to happen. In the immortal words of Frederick Douglass, “If there is no struggle, there is no progress.”

  For the past few weeks, whispers began popping in my ear and innuendo started showing up on the message boards online, making me pause, but making me more determined to take action. There was no choice in the matter. Things have happened that have set the wheels in motion, and it was my responsibility to see things to their fruition.

  Lessons needed to be learned.

  “Very good, so we need to step up the pressure a little more, to let them know we mean business.”

  “Don’t worry, they won’t see it coming.” The voice on the phone went silent for a moment before asking the next question. “Was it a good idea to involve her? If this backfires, it could be a world of pain inflicted for no reason.”

  “Heavy is the head that wears the crown, remember?” I laughed to combat the uneasiness I felt. My Beloved felt there was a better way to deal with this, but I was determined to make a statement and nip this in the bud once and for all. “Your responsibility is to execute, unless You feel You can’t handle it?”

  “You forgot who I am, partner. I’m not a rookie.” I felt the tension in his tone, but I wasn’t about to relent. Besides, I was used to someone trying to be the “devil’s advocate” and try to talk me out of some supposed bad idea that they didn’t have the foresight to see the conclusion before it happened. That was the difference between the other folks and me: I had strength of conviction in my abilities as a Dominant.

  “For the record, in this matter, You are a rookie, so You need to follow My lead. Don’t worry, once this all goes down, I’m going to enjoy the look on Your face when You see how a boss does things.”

  “Yeah, yeah, Boss, I’m simply echoing Your wife’s concerns. This could be bad; it might not end well.”

  “Then I’ll take the chance. Like I said before, when You’re on top, You have to make the hard call. This, everything we’ve been doing, was never meant to be a peaches-and-cream type of ride. If You don’t have the stomach for it, You’re welcome to bow out; I won’t take offense.”

  “All right, on to the next phase, but don’t be surprised if it spooks them.”

  “I won’t be surprised. In fact, I know exactly how this is going to go down. Oh, and when the big reveal happens, I want You to be there.”

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  NINETEEN NEFERTERRI

  “Neferterri, how wonderful of You and Your boi to join us.”

  I heard Sinsual calling from the great room as we stepped inside of her home. tiger led us into the area where the rest of the group had congregated. Damian was with me, a little nervous as this was his first time being in an atmosphere like this. I wanted it to be the two of us this time, since sajira usually attended these meetings with me.

  We walked down the hallway, making a brief stop in the kitchen to grab a snack and some drinks before settling down in the great room. Once there, tiger moved back to his spot and position at Sinsual’s feet. I took my seat in my usual spot near Sinsual in a recliner, commanding Damian to his spot to kneel at my right side.

  I didn’t speculate about where Ice was, even though his Mistress usually required both of her bois to be in attendance. He was out of town on business, according to sajira, so there was no need to ask her about his whereabouts.

  We usually get together as Dominas about once a month on Saturday afternoons to discuss matters specific to what we have to deal with within the Fetish and BDSM community as women, regardless of color. What made the get-together so unique was that Sinsual actually had a video conference set up through her flat-panel television and PC, linking with her webcam with other Dominas throughout various areas of the country. They’re quite entertaining, depending on the topic we choose.

  This month’s topic was how our submissives and slaves deal within our respective dynamics. Considering Kemet-Ka was a rare Poly dynamic, I was sure to become the epicenter of the discussion.

  Sinsual was here, as was Blaze as always. Mistress Ethereal was a new face to the group, relocating here from Texas, and a couple of other ladies who normally joined us sporadically from time to time. Lady Hatshepsut joined us from Vegas through the video conference room, along with Dominas from L.A., Tampa, New York, D.C. and a few other places. In total today, about fifteen or so of us were in attendance. I guessed the topic had people very interested in coming in.

  “Ladies, I want to thank You all for coming,” Sinsual started, grabbing her wireless keyboard to type the topic into the conference room so everyone would be on the same page. “I’m sure the majority of You know of each other, so, we can keep the pleasantries at a minimum.”

  The conversation moved as it always did, at a pretty good pace, not too fast, not too slow to the point to where it came to a standstill. There were flare-ups every now and again, which will happen when different dynamics come into play, along with differing perspectives and ideologies. But all in all, the discussion kept a pace that inspired some new ideas and reinforced some old ways.

  One question was placed for me to answer by a Domina in New York, Lady Norene. Ramesses and I encountered her last year at one of the conferences in the New Jersey area. It was on topic, but completely off topic, and I wasn’t sure if she was naturally curious or if she was really perturbed.

  It didn’t help she was staring a little too intensely at Damian through the webcam feed, and it wasn’t a look I took too kindly to.

  “Neferterri, I am curious to know, how do You maintain Your Dominance within Your House, especially considering You are married to a Dominant male?”

  Her eyes narrowed as she continued to stare at Da
mian, and I could feel him moving closer to me, as though he needed protection from her stare. I rubbed his temple and let him know I was still there and something needed to be done about this woman now.

  “I’m not quite sure I understand what You are asking Me, Lady Norene.” I tried to redirect the focus. “What does My marriage to Ramesses have to do with the current discussion? Our submissives are able to deal within the House quite well at present.”

  “Quite honestly, I think it flows with this discussion, Lady Neferterri,” Norene continued. “Considering You have a new boi at Your feet now, I assume Ramesses had to sign off on his entry into the House. So, I wonder, how does Your new boi serve Him? I don’t remember Ramesses having any homosexual or bisexual tendencies.”

  Something in my mind clicked, and as much as I wanted to maintain my sense of decorum, this bitch stepped over the line. The sexuality of the men in my life were none of her concern, and for her to throw it out there like it was okay to banter about with it, infuriated me.

  Okay, so she wanted to take the gloves off? That’s fine. I was actually used to the women up North having certain attitudes about the “way” of things.

  But my men were not to be fucked with.

  “I’m assuming You know how My dynamic works, Norene?” I kept the tone civil, but I was ready to shred through her. “Because if You do, then You know the men in this House are heterosexual. How Damian serves his Sir does not generate sexual overtones. May I ask why You felt the need to take the discussion down this path?”

  “Well, I won’t lie to You; I am curious, Neferterri.” Norene tried not to let on from her webcam that she had some disdain toward me. It wasn’t hard to figure that one out, though. Her body language gave her away. “I mean, who has the final say in the decisions and the vision of the House? There has to be a hierarchy, right? Everyone that know You both knows that Ramesses tends to be the Alpha and Omega within the community down there in Atlanta. Now that Amenhotep has relocated and stepped away from the scene, Ramesses is the man now.”