Amenhotep’s estate, The Palace, was an extravagant fifteen-bedroom home He’d purchased from a former CEO of a Fortune 500 company. The house had it all, complete with a front driveway that stretched out a half mile from the main road, 300 acres of land for ultimate privacy, especially with the things that went on outside of the house, a spacious basement which housed a twenty-seat projection room among the other amenities in the dungeon, and a 300,000-gallon pool to boot. For a man who had nine slave girls, and was about to collar a tenth, that’s still a lot of house to deal with. But Amenhotep didn’t worry about such things. He had ten male service slaves who were sent out by their owners to tend to the estate on a weekly basis, and three of his slave girls were designated service slaves as well.
It was a lot larger than the four-bedroom, three-car garage home with basement Neferterri and I owned, but hey, we all had to start somewhere, right?
As we drove up to the front door, I noticed the way the lighting was set up for the special occasion: the “House” colors of Crimson and Black were on proud display, and could be seen from the specialized lighting surrounding the house before we even had a chance to turn into the driveway. The service “bois” were outside, as usual, parking the cars in the designated area as the guests arrived, with certain spots being held for special attendees, to mark their status within the community. These were usually the out-of-state guests who have national and international status within the BDSM community, as there would be some who were able to fly in for tonight’s occasion. You would have thought a few dignitaries were in attendance tonight as well, as we saw the fleet of different limousines that were also parked in their area as well.
Neferterri and I had the same thought: this latest one must be something special for all of this to occur. But then again, knowing Amenhotep, it’s always difficult to tell, as He was, Himself, nationally known and respected.
We were greeted at the front door by paka, Amenhotep’s Alpha slave. She wore a black cigarette girl’s outfit and four-inch heels. We all knew the rest of the girls would be specially outfitted tonight, and saw one of the other girls dressed in a see-through cat suit as proof. A new slave would be accepted among them, and it would be done in grand fashion, as each one of them had been acquired before her.
“Good evening, m’Lord, m’Lady. My Master has been expecting You.” paka bowed her head as she spoke, in show of respect. “May this girl relieve You of Your submissives so they may prepare Your area and Your room?”
Neferterri answered, “Yes, you may, paka. They know what they need to do.”
paka nodded as she led jamii and nuru to the dungeon area in the basement, while the other of the slave girls, jazi, led shamise up to the bedroom to unload the baggage.
“paka looks radiant tonight, don’t You think?” Neferterri asked me as paka disappeared with our girls.
“You know she made sure she outshined the other girls, baby,” I remarked, noticing the extra sway in paka’s hips as she walked away from us. “You should know that everyone in the house knows where she stands, regardless of whose night it is.”
“Well, I guess we need to find out who is in attendance, and where they all are,” Neferterri commented, leading the way, grinning as she noticed the way I always enjoyed the view while following her.
We walked through the main foyer, passing by the other guest bedrooms on the main floor, noticing the new changes to the walls, including the paintings hung since our last visit a month ago. We dropped by the dining area to pick up some hors d’oeuvres, noticing the other slave girls going about their business during a function such as this one, catering to the VIP guests, making sure wineglasses were kept full. I took notice of the risqué outfits the girls wore, and a mischievous grin spread across my lips. Having witnessed each of their collaring ceremonies, I knew what each of them was capable of doing behind closed doors.
Well, not exactly closed doors.
My Beloved slapped my forearm, shaking me out of my lustful thoughts. I grabbed my arm in mock protest, glaring at her as I felt the sting rushing through my arm. She didn’t flinch an inch. “You better be glad I love You, or I would have smacked that grin off Your face.”
I smirked, slipping into her personal space to brush my lips against hers. She tried to move away from me, but I held her in place, holding her gaze for a few seconds before kissing her deeply. I moved my hands to the small of her back as we lost ourselves in the embrace. Once I heard the contented moan escape her lips, I broke from the kiss, watching the look in her eyes and gaining a measure of satisfaction of my own.
“No matter what happens, no one comes between us, Beloved.” I caressed her cheek as I pulled her hand to my lips to kiss it. “United in battle, until death do we part, remember?”
“I remember, Beloved.” She kissed me again. “Now, let’s head outside and see what’s going on.”
Once we made it out to the backyard and pool area, even we were a little wide-eyed at some of the activity:
Different sub bois, completely naked, serving their Dominas with Cheshire cat grins on their faces.
Topless submissive girls, wearing G-strings and thong bottoms… some with their collars on, their leashes in their mouths, in their kneeling position waiting for their Dom to collect them.
Some pony play being demonstrated in the pool itself, with some of the pony boys in full rigors, carrying their owners with pride.
Spankings in open spaces…
Floggers flying through the air, hitting their intended targets…
Needless to say, it’s a good thing Amenhotep did have all this privacy. If a neighbor saw half of what was taking place in the pool, much less around the pool, He would have heard from the local police a long time ago.
A funny image of two officers coming to the door to follow up on a disturbance call came to my mind. That would have been an interesting quandary: would the officers do their duty and ask the crowd to disperse, or would they simply look at all the freakiness around them and tell the owner to “keep the noise down?”
I knew what I would have done, but I wasn’t a cop.
After scanning around and viewing the activity around us, we finally noticed Amenhotep with safi at the edge of the pool in the gazebo. She looked quite content with her pink bikini top and sarong bottom caressing her olive skin like the fabric was made only for her. Amenhotep wouldn’t have it any other way when it came to His girls. When He gave them His undivided attention, He made sure they felt it.
Once He made eye contact with us, He waved us over. We headed over to join them in the gazebo, greeting other guests briefly along the way.
“So, You finally decided to come on down,” Amenhotep stated while stroking safi’s hair. “I was about to collar this one without You, Ramesses.”
Looking down at the lovely piece of beauty being happily stroked by her Master, I responded, “Now, I was there for paka and all the other girls. There was no way I would miss breaking in Your newest girl.”
Neferterri happened to notice a slight smile spread across safi’s face as we were speaking, and she asked, “Does that excite you, slave?”
safi looked up at her Master first to silently ask permission to answer, which was protocol within His House, and once Amenhotep nodded, she quietly replied, “Yes, m’Lady. All the other girls told me once I performed my scene with m’Lord, it would seal this girl’s place in the house.”
safi then crawled to the area where I stood, kneeled at the base of my feet, and humbly stated, “This girl hopes to be everything my Master has built me up to be, m’Lord.”
safi trembled as I moved closer, her body language giving away a lot more than what her words conveyed to me. I inhaled the perfume radiating from her skin, surrounding and captivating my senses. Once again, my reputation preceded me, and I didn’t need this one to have an anxiety attack before I touched her. Amenhotep had been speaking to His girls about tonight, I guessed, and the other slave girls do enjoy it when He allows them to sce
ne with me, as ours enjoy their time with Him as well.
To reassure her, I kissed her forehead and whispered into her ear, “Amenhotep would never have placed you in front of Me if He didn’t think you would make Him proud, little one.”
safi relaxed a little, crawling back to her place at Amenhotep’s feet to continue enjoying her rare private attention she got from Him.
“So, who else has decided to come out for this occasion? I see some guests from the Northeast have come down this time,” Neferterri inquired, obviously noticing all of the new attendees around the pool. “I haven’t seen this many newbies in one spot since we collared jamii last year.”
Amenhotep stroked His beard, which was what He always did when He was in deep thought. “Let’s see…I know Lord Magnus and His slave girl jewel are here from Philly, and I think Master Orion is also here from Miami, and Mistress Sinsual and Her boi tiger are here as well. Oh, Mistress Blaze is here somewhere with Her girls,” He explained. “There are a few new Doms here from the West Coast as well. Master Altar, You remember Him from Dragon*Con®? Well, He will be performing the ritual tonight, and His slave girl is with Him also, chastity.”
My eyebrow rose, mainly because something was amiss. It’s not like Amenhotep to break protocol and tradition unless something really went wrong. “Yeah, I do remember Altar, ran into him at one of the dungeons out on the west side about a month ago. Cool dude. What happened to Master Cypher?”
“Damn, You mean no one told You?” Amenhotep shook His head. “Ol’ Cypher got caught up in a sting at His house. Turns out, He had been breeding some girls, and one of them turned out to be sixteen. So sad, but He was stupid for doing it.”
I was taken aback by the news, but I really didn’t feel sorry for him. There was usually an honor code amongst the male Dominants in the community, especially Dominants of color, whether local or national, and frankly speaking, there are some things I simply believe are not honorable for a Dominant to do: abusing His property and using them for profit are at the top of my list. Breeding ranks up there with prostituting women, submissive or not. We had enough problems with people who wanted to understand what we enjoy and completely missing the point, not to mention the fakes out there confusing power exchange with being a control freak. But, oh well. That’s the difference between the Leather veterans of the community, and these new wave nuts who think they can research on the Internet and instantly become a Dom or Master.
Yeah, I said it, and I dare anyone to tell me otherwise.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” Amenhotep added. “Some of Your swinger couples are also coming by. It seems they might actually want to stop playing around doing all the simple fucking and come to the dark side where they might want to explore some real things.”
Now, that meant a few things. The couples he mentioned were Jay and Jasmine, who were new to the swing scene, but had been a part of our circle of friends for a long time.
As for Ice and Kitana…well, let’s simply say these two were a case study in “what took so damn long?” They have been around us for the past three years, but they never really made the jump to participating in a dungeon atmosphere before now after being so curious about it for so long.
Finally, there was Candy and her new man of the month, although I had a feeling this dude wouldn’t survive the night, either. They never did. Candy and Neferterri are best friends, and my “concubine,” but I’ll have to explain another time.
“Anyway, we’ll break them in when they get here.” I passed it off as second thought. “Where is Mistress Sinsual anyway, or do I already know the answer?”
Before I could answer, I felt arms moving around my waist and the greeting, “Hi, Daddy,” coming from behind me.
Now, since our submissive girls were all tending to their tasks before the ceremony, and Neferterri was standing right beside me, it could only mean one woman was standing behind me.
“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to, Candy?” I sternly asked. Bringing out my Dominant side when I was not already in that mindset was not something I tolerated, unless they were ready to deal with the consequences of their actions.
Candy wasn’t having it. “Now You know that shit doesn’t fly with me. I belong to Your wife, remember?” She even had the nerve to stand there, hands on her hips, daring me to do something about it.
I was not about to have her trip out and get away with it, so, I promptly sat in a chair, pulled Candy over my knee, slid her skirt up over her ass exposing her mocha skin, and before I commenced spanking, I asked her again, “Have you forgotten your place, Candy, or do I need to remind you?” I didn’t even care her date stood a few feet away from me. There were some things that had to be handled.
Candy heard the bass and extra volume in my voice and relented. “I belong to You, too, Daddy. I’m sorry; it won’t happen again.”
I still gave her a few good smacks on her bare ass cheeks to make sure that she understood that Daddy didn’t play.
The crowd in the immediate vicinity stopped and turned in our direction, reacting like they’d heard a loud clap of thunder and wanted to see if a storm was coming. Leave it to me to draw crowds as usual, even with other spankings going on. Amenhotep raised His hand, alerting the spectators that there was nothing to see. He knew I wasn’t going to kill her or anything, but what could I say? I drew crowds, and I could clear them as well, depending on the intensity of the thunderstorm.
“Forgive My brat, folks, she sometimes feels the need to act out when she misses Me.” I calmed the crowd down, especially Jay and Jasmine, who had just arrived and saw the whole exchange. As long as they had known Candy, they’d never seen anyone handle her like that.
Amenhotep, shaking His head, answered my question, “Knowing Sin, She’s already in the dungeon torturing some poor soul.”
Neferterri, while trying to comfort Candy, laughed. Sinsual, being true to form, usually found more than a few willing newbies, mostly male submissives who want a taste of her flogging skills and knife play expertise.
“What poor soul?” Kitana asked, joining in on the conversation. She was still soaking wet from playing in the pool, and to be honest, the wet hair look combined with the bikini she wore made her look as sexy as she usually was completely dry. “Oh my Lord, Sinsual isn’t at it again, is She?”
Even with what I did to Candy only a few minutes ago, I was being greedy, and a little bit mischievous, so I couldn’t resist my reply. “I’ve told you about calling My name, Kitana. Do I need to put you over My knee so you can keep calling it?”
I didn’t know if it was the liquor talking, or if she was once and for all tired of being teased, but Kitana’s reply shocked everyone in the gazebo. “Please, Sir, I’ve been a bad girl. I didn’t mean to call for You without Your permission. I need to be punished.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, unsure if she’d said the right thing or made the right move. She got so shy it looked like she’d turned sixteen and was a virgin all over again, waiting on someone to deflower her and make her a woman. She wanted to make eye contact with me, but found herself unable to do so, letting her eyes focus on her trembling hands.
Needless to say, all eyes were on her.
Rather than respond to her comment in front of the folks in attendance, I shot Neferterri a quick look, grabbed Kitana by the hand and quickly led her to the first guest bedroom I could find that wasn’t already occupied.
I needed answers.
2 RAMESSES
“Do you realize what you said out there?”
We sat in the bedroom as I tried to get a sense of what in the world had gotten into her. I sensed her apprehension, realizing she’d opened Pandora’s Box with little understanding of the potential consequences of her actions. I needed to know without a shadow of a doubt that she knew what she’d done.
I looked deep into Kitana’s eyes, the heat of her body resonating against me. The scent of her desires rose furiously to the surface, feeding the beast within, intox
icating me. I felt the answers coming, but I wasn’t sure if I was really prepared for the truth of those answers.
“Yes, Sir, i do. i’ve been reading a lot on what You do with Your girls, You know, the whole D/s thing, and it’s been turning me on… a lot.” Kitana’s eyes flashed as she spoke, and despite her inability to keep eye contact, she confirmed the questions in my mind: she meant every word she’d said earlier.
“Do you understand what you have been reading?” I inquired again. As a Dominant, I could not assume a power exchange unless I was sure the person in front of me was clear about what they were getting into.
“Yes, Sir, i do…at least, i think i do,” Kitana replied. This time, she looked directly into my eyes as she spoke. Her eyes possessed a measure of confusion, pleading with me to ease the storm roiling within her being. “So, what happens now, Kane? I really, really want to do this, but I’m really scared and excited at the same time.”
Now, for at least the past year, Kitana and I had been together sexually at swing parties we both happened to attend. She’d also been intimate with my wife before, so, she’s not a complete stranger to us. In fact, she’s damn near like family, she and Ice both. But the D/s realm was a completely different situation. Once a commitment was made, it was made for the duration of time that was agreed upon, whether it’s for a week or a lifetime. It’s more than “freaky sex thang,” and Kitana had to be made to understand.
“First, if you’re going to follow through, then you will address Me properly,” I directed.
“Yes, my Lord,” Kitana responded. I cast her eyes downward, to make her understand the application of the things she’d read about.
“Good girl. Second, you will make sure your husband knows and understands what is going on before you willingly submit to us.” I stood from the bed to assert my power over her and then stepped closely enough to her so she could sense my presence.
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