I took my place in a chair near Damian to enjoy the scene as it began to unfold. I got wet again. I had a fetish for watching another woman take Ramesses orally, and I had to restrain myself to keep from wanting to get a closer look.
Kitana looked up at Ramesses, only to have his piercing stare searching the very depths of her soul. His fingers harshly pinched her nipples as his gaze intensified, pushing her deeper into her submissive stasis. Kitana couldn’t break free from the gaze, like she was being possessed by his will, and she would do anything for him at that precise moment.
“Worship My dick, bitch,” Ramesses’s voice deepened as he commanded. “you’ve wanted this for a long time, My little one. Now it is time to fulfill your dreams.”
Kitana let a wide smile escape as she pulled out her Sir’s shaft, already fully erect. This was the side of him she wanted to experience: the hardcore, cold and unyielding side to him. She lavishly planted kisses along his length, her tongue eliciting a series of low growls from Ramesses. She felt his hands move from her nipples to the back of her head, forcefully moving her mouth to the head, letting her know without saying a word he was ready for her to put her oral skills to good use.
She wanted to come the moment he slid his full length inside her mouth. Kitana wasn’t sure she could take him all, but that wasn’t going to stop her from trying. She almost gagged, but she slowed herself from the excitement to control the reflex, and was able to deep throat him with more ease than before.
“Mmmm, yes, Kitana, take it all,” Ramesses directed, thrusting his hips toward her mouth with more vigor now. “That’s it, baby. Work your tongue…like that, sexy…”
She could tell by the grip on her hair he was close to climax. She quickened her motion, wanting him to explode in her mouth so badly she could already taste it.
Suddenly, the rush she’d waited for all night had finally arrived as Kitana heard a loud growl escape from his lips. The force of his eruption was intense as she made sure not to spill a single drop, and wait for his orgasm to subside. Surprisingly, he didn’t get soft. He was still hard, even after coming as hard as he did. “Bend over, bitch; it’s time for Me to feel you now.”
Kitana turned around and presented herself, wet pussy and ass, for her Sir to appreciate and penetrate.
“I’m impressed you still have on your heels, even at this late hour.” She heard Ramesses comment. She was thankful he couldn’t see the big smile on her face, even though I could. Kitana always felt sexy and whorish when she wore her heels, mainly because she didn’t get to wear them often, but she had a feeling that was about to change.
“Does this please You, my Lord?” Kitana asked with a provocative lilt to her voice. His energy consumed her, enhancing her wantonness with each passing moment.
The answer came in the form of her ass being penetrated first. Kitana squirmed to adjust to Ramesses’ girth again, as he slowly slid his full length inside her. It had been a month since they had last been together, but the sensation for her was indescribable as she rotated her hips to get a better grip on his girth.
“Yes, you feel good, Kitana,” Ramesses exhaled as he grabbed her hips and began to stroke her anally; taking his time with her until he felt her adjust to him. “Get used to both of us fucking you back here. If you’re a good girl, we may have something special planned for you soon.”
Kitana might have heard him, but the pleasure from the anal stroking had her zoning out to just enjoy the feeling. “Yes, Daddy, may i have it deeper, please?” she asked, instinctively letting the “Daddy” part slip out of her mouth for the first time.
Her wish was granted, with Ramesses changing her position so he could pull her hair to make the session more intense for them both. I honestly don’t think he heard her call him Daddy at that point, but it wasn’t as if he really cared if she did or not. After all, this was the culmination of months of work, and this was her reward. He grew more aggressive by the minute, spanking her ass between strokes, the sounds vibrating off the walls. Kitana’s moans became more primal, begging Ramesses to fuck her harder. It was almost euphoric, until another surprise came out of nowhere.
Kitana felt slight stinging sensations across her ass cheeks and her lower back. They didn’t hurt, but they were distinctly different from the sensations of the friction from her Sir slipping in and out of her. She didn’t realize I had gotten up from my spot and taken the vat of hot wax and begun to drip the wax over her back from varying heights.
My voice appeared in her ear, reassuring her. “Don’t worry, little one; it’s only wax. Just enjoy.”
She was already at the point of no return, slowly slipping deeper into subspace with each stroke. The feeling of the melted wax being dripped on her while being fucked anally was more than her body could take. It wasn’t long before the wave claimed her body, causing every muscle to tighten.
“Oh, God, i want to come, Daddy…please, can i come?!?!!?!” she shouted out, still taking the steady pounding from Ramesses.
He quickened the pace, to the point where the impact could be heard through the door. He finally realized Kitana had been calling him Daddy and it seemed to take him to a new level of aggression. I had taken a spot not too far from them, masturbating as they were in the throes of animalistic lust. I saw Damian getting excited as well, and I was greedy for another explosion myself, so I pointed in his direction for him to crawl to me and take care of my pleasure.
“Make her come hard, baby. I want to hear her scream out Your name when she comes,” I screamed out, feeling Damian’s tongue hungrily sucking my clit.
He pulled her up close to him by the hair again, this time angrily whispering in her ear, “Whose pussy is this, bitch?”
“It’s Yours, Daddy, it’s Yours. Take it, Daddy!!!!”
“Then come on My dick now, bitch. Make Me want to fuck you some more,” he commanded of Kitana.
“i’m coming, Daddy!!!! Oh, my God, I feel it…harder, Daddy, please!!!” Her body tensed, and she buried her face into the rug and screamed as wave after wave swept over her unmercifully.
“That’s it, Daddy, come on me…come on my ass!” Kitana held on for dear life as Ramesses slammed into her like he was possessed.
Kitana was commanded to flip over on her back and spread her long legs wide and took her fingers and worked herself frantically as she watched Damian sucking my clit and making me come again from watching her being taken so forcefully. She felt the next wave hit quicker than she expected, and she was soon joining me in screaming out as her body shook through the wave, coming close to pulling a multi-orgasmic wave she desperately craved.
Ramesses finally let out one last primal growl before coming all over Kitana’s clit and lips, and shot one load onto her stomach. I could have sworn it was the sexiest image I’d ever seen in person.
Ramesses tried his best to quickly gather his composure. He knew he still had guests he needed to attend to. He whispered something into my ear before coming over to Kitana to place a small kiss on her forehead. He gave her a knowing wink before exiting the room.
“Come to Me, Kitana,” I commanded, prompting her to crawl over to her and lay her head on my lap next to Damian.
“Yes, my Goddess, what do You command of me?”
“you will assist Me in ensuring the rest of the House is in order once our guests have left. your Daddy will handle the dismissal of the guests Himself,” I told her. “We are very pleased with you, little one. We can’t wait to finish your protocol training. Forgive My manners, Kitana, I’d like you to meet your potential sub brother, Damian. Damian, this is our newest submissive, Kitana.”
I gave them both a kiss on their foreheads, and as Kitana went into the bathroom to freshen up, I got up to put the candelabras out so that we could rejoin the rest of the crowd and put a close to a rather decadent night.
31 NEFERTERRI
I honestly thought it was safe to enjoy a decent night out.
After coming out of the private area, I ran
into a confrontation I didn’t expect to find. At the base of the stairs, Ramesses was in an intense discussion with a Dominant I could tell was not thrilled to be in my Beloved’s company. But that’s nothing new; it’s not like we get along with everyone in the community. What caught my attention was the submissive at the Dominant’s side.
jamii, our former submissive, stood in the midst of the dungeon, in a heated conversation with Ramesses.
I made my way over, with Kitana and Damian at my sides, to see what the problem might have been.
My Beloved seemed to have his demeanor under control, considering the guests were all around us enjoying the night’s festivities. It was this Dominant jamii was with who seemed to be coming unglued.
“Just admit that You weren’t man enough to keep this lovely piece satisfied, Ramesses,” I overheard him say as I walked up.
Ramesses felt my presence behind him, but that didn’t stop him from firing back, “Just admit that this lovely ‘piece,’ as You describe her, is happy with You, regardless of what she might have told You went down within the House.”
“My name is Sir Xavier, Ramesses.”
“Then tell me something, Sir Xavier,” Ramesses continued. “How long have You known our former?”
“About two months.”
“Figures.” Ramesses glared at jamii, but Sir Xavier tried to divert his attention back to the source of the tension.
“What the hell does that have to do with the fact that Your sub-collecting ass can’t keep all Your subs happy?”
I started to jump in, but Ramesses grabbed my hand. “Relax, Beloved, it’s obvious that our former has been a bit upset about the turn of events of the past couple of months, and she felt the need to have a champion for her cause to teach Me a lesson. Is that about right, submissive?”
“my name is now isis, Sir.” She really was trying hard to disrespect, even when Ramesses was trying to keep his calm. “i would greatly appreciate it if i were addressed as such, Sir.”
“I will address you in whatever manner I see fit, submissive, until you remember your place,” Ramesses bellowed loud enough for a few people to hear him. “I do not care who you submit to now, WE taught you better than this insubordination you are showing now. Right now, you’re acting like a common trick off the street. Do you really want Me to treat you accordingly?”
“You will not treat her as anything I do not allow You to treat her as, Ramesses.” Xavier tried to step between Ramesses and isis, thinking his chivalry in defending his lady’s honor would endear him to the crowd.
Big mistake…
“Oh, don’t worry, Sir, I don’t think You could treat her as anything she would allow You to treat her as.” Ramesses stared him down, moving into his personal space, challenging him like they were on the street. “Where did You come from anyway; who vouched for you to even be on the grounds?”
“At least I am submitting to a real Dominant…” came flying out of isis’ mouth out of the blue. The point of no return had been reached.
The next sound the guests in the basement heard was a loud THWACK!
The next thing those who bothered to turn around to witness was a sight that even shocked Amenhotep…and it took a lot to shock Amenhotep.
isis was on the ground holding her cheek looking up at a severely irritated Lord Ramesses. He stood over her with a scowl on his face that scared the hell out of me and Kitana.
Sir Xavier looked like he wanted to protect what was his, but one look from Ramesses stopped any ideas that he might have had there. Looking down at isis, he still felt the need to make some attempt at protecting her.
He swung at Ramesses, catching nothing but air. The next two punches belonged to my Beloved, catching Xavier on his jaw and the back of his head, dropping him to the floor face-first.
As much as the crowd tried to remain composed, the oohs and ahhs rained down on the scene as all play scenes stopped in favor of the drama surrounding the new Lord of the Palace.
Amenhotep stepped forward, staring down at Sir Xavier. He shook His head, wondering for a moment what made Xavier try to take things to the next level.
“You, Sir Xavier, are no longer a welcome guest upon these grounds. You and Your property are free to leave on your own, or I can have security escort you from the premises,” I heard Amenhotep say to Xavier amongst the silence. “Understand the events of this evening are of Your doing.”
“You mean to tell me that You are going to allow a Dominant to hit a submissive in Your domain, Master Amenhotep?” isis pleaded, still on the ground nursing the bruise on her cheek.
“you are the last person to question Me, woman,” Amenhotep scolded. “Or would you like for the rest of the guests in here to know the reality of your disrespect toward the House of Kemet-Ka upon your requested release?”
isis looked up at Sir Xavier, who had a confused look on his face, and then at the throng of guests now making their way toward the commotion. In an instant, the leverage she thought she’d had disappeared.
“What is Amenhotep referring to, isis?” He asked of his submissive.
Ramesses saw the result of the misdirection that had befallen Sir Xavier. The flash of anger in his eyes was evident, and almost like someone had flipped a switch, Ramesses calmed down. He realized the woman Sir Xavier thought he knew was nothing more than an opportunist. The confusion over whether to protect her honor was evident on his face.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption in the festivities,” he started. “Would anyone like to vouch for Sir Xavier and isis? It seems that they have managed to attend a private affair without the ability to name the persons who claimed them as their guests.”
Silence for nearly two full minutes.
“Well, since no one wants to claim these two as guests, then I must ask security to escort them from the premises. Ramesses has spoken.” He headed upstairs and out of our line of sight as the security personnel executed his order.
Sir Xavier left his property on the ground like she truly were something he’d picked up last week. isis picked herself off the ground and, without much more word or sound, left the dungeon area after her Dominant, who I suspected no longer wanted to be her Dominant anymore. He’d been embarrassed in front of an entire group of people within the lifestyle who took honor very seriously.
Amenhotep looked at Kitana and me, saw the expressions on our faces, and He calmly spoke. “Do not fear, My dear ladies. Ramesses is fine; He unfortunately had to revert to someone you both may not recognize. Go to Him now; He will need you to balance Him again.”
While Amenhotep attended to the guests to calm them down and get them back to the festivities of the evening, I sent Damian to assist Him while Kitana and I searched for Ramesses upstairs. We finally found him in one of the guest bedrooms, trying to regain his composure. He rocked back and forth at the edge of the bed like he wanted to shake something off him.
Kitana immediately fell to her knees at his feet, trying to get him to look at her. I sat on the bed next to him, rubbing his back to let him know what he did, he had to do.
“Daddy…we’re not afraid of You, so please don’t think that.” Kitana stayed on her knees, head bowed, as she talked to him. “she left you no other choice. she was not acting as a submissive should act.”
“Our little one is right, baby. We need You here,” I told my husband. The only thing we could do was stay with him until he could snap back out of it. As long as we’d been married, been a part of this lifestyle community, Ramesses had never lost his composure. It was a source of pride for him, and he had to be reminded his honor was still intact.
He finally rubbed his hands together, a sign to both of us he was starting to balance out a little. Ramesses finally opened his palms to us, and we each placed a hand in his and watched our hands get swallowed by his long fingers.
I saw Kitana shudder. Hell, I couldn’t help it myself. I felt his electricity course through me, and I could tell it affected Kitana as wel
l. It’s funny how that works out sometimes.
“Alright…we still have guests to attend to, ladies. Let’s make sure they are well taken care of so we can keep our circles intact, shall we?”
Moments later, Ramesses was back to his usual flamboyant self.
32 NEFERTERRI
I awoke the next morning completely refreshed and still high from the night before.
I guess that’s what happens when a small fortune has been placed in your lap to control and maintain. Waking up in the Palace as the new owner was still something I wasn’t used to, but I had to get used to the idea quick because it was something I had to help promote and maintain. So, I got a pen and paper and began jotting down my “to do” list.
The first things on my mind were tying up some loose ends on a variety of fronts, now that I no longer had to work, per se. So, I called my boss to inform him I would be putting in my notice of resignation. Needless to say, he wasn’t entirely thrilled with the idea of his right-hand person leaving him, but I kindly reminded him it was the slow season heading into the new year, and I would be able to have a suitable replacement at his disposal before I left him. I told him I was still working for the next month to ensure my replacement would be up to speed, and the transition would be near seamless.
He kind of relented at my exit strategy, but he was still upset I was leaving him. For the past five years, he had been trying to get with me intimately. He knew I wasn’t exactly into white men on a sexual level. Well, that, and I don’t mix business with pleasure. If that were the case, I would have sampled every one of the dancers at my club. He was a cutie pie no doubt, just not my cup of tea, so, he unfortunately would not be able to sample this particular dessert before I departed. So, when I flipped through my possible replacements I had been considering, I made sure to find ones I knew would be able to handle the fringe benefits he was willing to give me. Not to mention having the ability to do her job as well as keep her mouth shut about the perks she was getting.
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