Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for me—but sajira would tell me later only lasted a few seconds—I finally held my head up, arched my back, and began to utter what needed to be said.
“i am shamise, property of the House of Kemet-Ka. i willfully surrender my mind, body and heart to You, Lord Ramesses and Lady Neferterri. i am Yours to command, without question, without hesitation.”
I heard applause once I finished, and I felt two pairs of hands place the collar around my neck. I felt the coolness of the steel and the pendant lay so delicately across my chest.
“Welcome home, precious,” I heard from both sides of me, sounding like soothing music to my ears.
Finally, the sweetest sound I’d been waiting for had made its presence known.
Click.
Our first House meeting after my collaring was all business.
Damian was in attendance for this portion of the meeting, as Ramesses and Neferterri needed to explain the professional aspects of our service within the House.
I finally got to see what all the fuss was about concerning my potential “brother.”
Incest never looked so damn good before. I couldn’t stop drooling, at least on the inside.
Hopefully, he had a little “act right” in him, because if he did, my Goddess would surely have a lot of fun breaking him into a proper slave for her service.
Seeing him grab something for Daddy was an unexpected pleasant surprise, though.
For years, as quiet as it had been kept, Neferterri had been trying to acquire a male submissive, but the unfortunate part was finding one who wasn’t all about him.
That’s not to say female submissives were much better, mind you.
The deal breaker had always been that they only wanted to serve her, thinking they could get away with not being of service to him.
That doesn’t work in this House.
I shook my head at this fine specimen of a man who moved with a purpose to make sure my Daddy and Goddess were taken care of as they prepared the information we were to receive.
I secretly wondered if Neferterri would allow sajira and me to “welcome” him into the House properly.
Properly, meaning fucking the hell out of him.
Damn, did I think that out loud?
Well, hello, he was fine.
I’m talking The Rock mixed in with a little Jason Momoa, and tossing in some Boris Kodjoe.
Yeah, that kinda fine.
He could potentially have been a lot of fun, but only time would tell.
Once Damian knelt in his position, Ramesses got our attention, and then Neferterri began the meeting.
“Now that the family is here in total, I wanted to explain to you what Ramesses and I have planned regarding your professional capacities with the businesses that we have going right now,” she began.
I took to my secondary position, sweeping my legs from under my butt, taking a pen and pad to take the minutes of the meeting. I had a feeling this one was going to be a bit detailed. I was glad I did get comfortable, because they had a lot to say.
“First, Ramesses and I want you three to know we have been very pleased with your growth so far. The next aspect of your servitude is of a professional capacity now,” Neferterri started her explanation. “shamise, you will reassume your position as our executive assistant, taking care of any House correspondence, administrative paperwork, and the like. your responsibilities will increase because of the addition of NEBU, Liquid and the other businesses we have begun while you were away: the security firm, the mail center, the daycare center and the photography studio has been expanded.”
“Yes, Goddess, i understand,” I answered. I was excited to have so much to do: six different businesses to handle, and no time clocks to punch or financial worries to consider.
“Which brings us to you, sajira,” Neferterri continued, looking in her direction. “you will assume the position of accounting director, as you will handle the books and oversee all of the accounting departments. I will be relying on you to keep things tight, baby girl. you will be dealing with multimillion-dollar transactions now.”
“Yes, Goddess, i understand,” sajira responded.
“Lastly, although you have yet to be acquired, Damian, We are going to utilize your health care expertise,” Neferterri told him. “It will be of greatest service at NEBU and the other ranch locations, especially with the blood play and medical play enthusiasts that attend events.”
“Yes, Ma’am, as You wish,” Damian complied.
The sound of his voice made me take even further notice.
Let me stop; I shouldn’t be lusting after potential family members, unless Ramesses and Neferterri say it’s okay.
You know what they say…the family that plays together, stays together.
“Okay, we have some things to attend to now.” Ramesses adjourned the meeting. “We can work out the details over the next few weeks. For now, we have guests to prepare for.”
TWENTY-SIX RAMESSES
I must say, I’m a bad motherfucker.
Yeah, I know I’m bragging, but if you could see what I saw, you would pat me on the back, too.
I had all of the buildings on the property set in Crimson and Gold, Kemet-Ka colors, completely ablaze, illuminating the night sky.
Inside of each building, potential guests would find a fully stocked kitchen and bar, complete with champagne and wine, to celebrate tonight’s festivities. In the common area, a 60-inch HDTV was positioned on the wall over the fireplace in front of the large sectional for entertaining other guests they met and encountered while on the grounds.
In the bedroom, California king-size beds, large enough for couples and their “toys” for the night, spanned the width of the room, giving a bit more space to allow for slaves to sleep on the side of the bed.
Hey, not all Masters and Dominants have their slaves sleep in bed with them, and not all slaves want to sleep in bed with their Masters, either.
I made sure the whirlpool tubs were affixed in each building, and the showers were large enough to support a bench.
One of the doors led to the outside of the bedroom, where an outdoor deck was constructed with the exhibitionists in mind. You know, for the ones that like to show off and scream to attract attention to themselves? Yeah, I had to go there because I loved putting on a show as much as the next one.
Needless to say, I spared no expense to make sure folks kept coming back and telling their friends and associates they needed to be members, too, because, as they say, membership has its privileges.
I wanted to make sure NEBU, and all of the other ranches we had conceived and implemented, were meant for folks to enjoy the comforts, among other things, of the ranches. This was taking the bed and breakfast concept to a whole other level, as far as I was concerned.
I valued as much privacy as could be had, and this was the perfect way to have a lot of other folks be able to do the same thing… for a private membership fee, of course.
I’m sure you could tell there’s a running theme here, right? Well, there’s a reason for all that, but rather than bore you with the details, just know the legal team we’d put together made sure as many bases had been covered as humanly possible.
I did all the last-minute checking with Dom and the security staff for later on, including the last-minute fail-safes for the extracurricular activities after the ceremonies were over. With all the alcohol flowing on the premises, someone was liable to get a little wilder than usual, and that needed to be handled in-house.
No police influences.
No exceptions.
After the security sweep, I went back to the main building to check with the service slaves who had volunteered for tonight in the kitchen, the valets and greeters, and the girls who would be taking care of the guests as they mingled and socialized before the formal festivities began.
It would be a grand night indeed.
There was no way in hell I was going to let this night com
e off without a hitch.
I checked the W Hotel near the airport where the out-of-town guests were staying to touch bases with them and let them know the SUVs would be picking them up as scheduled.
I double-checked with the limo drivers to make sure the rotation schedule at the hotel was on time and clicking. I made a final check with my personal driver to make sure Neferterri, the girls and I would be picked up from home to get back to NEBU before the majority of the guests arrived, so we could receive everyone properly.
Neferterri checked up on the caterers who would be importing the special vegetarian dishes and some international cuisines that were requested by some of the guests, while shamise and sajira kept activity on the online boards in case anyone wanted to be fashionably late and needed last-minute information. sajira also took any payments for people who were serious about attending for tonight, and kept the records clean and organized, while shamise printed the records to keep a paper trail.
Damian kept things fluid with the emergency personnel, letting them know what they needed to be aware of and the things they needed to be prepared for in case someone was in distress. He also coordinated with the dungeon monitors; even though they wanted to state they “knew” what to look for, they were not in the clubs or at the conventions.
I think I’ve said I was a control freak before, right?
Well, in case you hadn’t figured it out by now, I’m a control freak, and I’m more than comfortable with the assessment, thank you very much.
The way I saw it, if I’m willing to pay you for your time, then you need to roll with the rules of the establishment, no matter how new the establishment was.
I was in the midst of finishing up my checklist, when I got a pop-up IM that got my immediate attention:
sinister_one: you do realize that your girls won’t be safe tonight, right?
lord_ramesses: let Me guess, this is the one that’s supposed to be able to “take” My girls and show them a good time, right?
sinister_one: you know, for someone that claims to be the all-knowing Ramesses, you really don’t know what’s about to happen to the women in your own House
lord_ramesses: wow, you must be a rookie or something… don’t you know it’s better to brag AFTER you’ve pulled off the crime?
sinister_one: naw, I’d rather tell you first, and then watch the look on your face after it happens
Yeah, okay.
He could try if he wanted to.
NEBU was locked down pretty tight; Dom and I made sure of it.
I was confused over where this jackass was coming from. I was a bit perturbed because for some reason, I had to get the unstable motherfuckers who thought they could rattle me before every event. Considering the importance of the night’s events, I was not in the mood to dismiss ol’ boy as an idle threat. So, I made a quick phone call to set some things in motion.
This dude needed to be put on ice quickly, and technology is a beautiful thing.
lord_ramesses: I’ll tell you what, you can try, and I’ll bury you, literally. Know who you’re fucking with first
sinister_one: see, that’s the problem with you wannabe control freaks…you’re gonna learn what real control is all about… I’ll even bring in one of my boys to help with a tag team rape, just for good measure.
I considered the possibility that shamise and sajira explained about some dude who’d been playing on the phones while they were doing the phone sex operator thing. I didn’t have time to make the wrong decision.
However, I was not one to be insulted by some two-bit wannabe criminal.
I had bigger things to deal with, but I had to show this dude I was not one to be fucked with.
lord_ramesses: well, we’ll see how much control you really have… that junk IP address you tried to hit Me up from has already given Me all the information that I need on you… Dunwoody’s finest should be at your door in the next few moments
sinister_one: uh… well… you still can’t stop what’s gonna happen tonight, even if you did find out where I was, bitch…you better…
I thought he was going to say something else, but all I saw on the screen was silence.
Wow, I was honestly disappointed.
I wasn’t done with the banter.
The next thing I heard was my cell phone.
After seeing the number on my caller ID, it made sense why the “sinister one” was no longer speaking to me by IM.
“We got him, Kane,” Officer Candon, whose submissive happened to be helping out at NEBU tonight, told me over the phone. “He won’t be bothering You too much tonight.”
“Thanks, Officer Candon,” I replied, keeping it professional between us so there would be nothing to trace back in court. “I hope You have enough information, and if not, I can come in and make a statement in the morning.”
“Not a problem, Sir,” Candon followed my lead, keeping up the pretenses for dude to hear. “Terroristic threats don’t require a lot when it’s all in cyberspace. He tried to purge his system, but his IP can be traced. This dude’s not too smart.”
Yeah, that’s an understatement.
So, after dealing with that bit of stupidity, I kept on with the checklist, shaking off the expected chills that came with a close call.
The next step was to get dressed and prepare for tonight.
It’s time to show off the new place.
TWENTY-SEVEN SAJIRA
My time to shine…
Leaving from my soon-to-be permanent owners’ home with anticipation of what lay ahead, my excitement for this party, my formal collaring being the centerpiece of the party, I knew my life would change the moment I heard the collar lock around my neck. Arriving to NEBU, I looked at all of the subsequent cottages leading to the main house. The lighting of the house took my breath away. There were lights everywhere.
I sat in the Navigator limousine we rode in and watched with amazement as the sub bois checked the cars in, checking invitations and letting those in who had the required documentation to be there. I drooled over some of the outfits I saw, taking mental inventory over the divas I would ask where they bought their outfits from, so I could find a way to rock the outfits at the next event.
Wait, let me change that last phrase…so I could find a way to rock better outfits at the next event.
See, the atmosphere at NEBU was, well, I could only describe as basically something out of a fashion magazine, the fashionistas of the BDSM world, just like in N.Y. during fashion week and the “who’s who” came out to see and be seen. It wasn’t hard to figure out I had become a part of the BDSM Elite, among the other people who were being closely screened and scrutinized.
I was amazed at all the fuss that was being made over my collaring ceremony: subs stood at the front of the house beside the driveway, adorned in leather. There were other submissives lining the main walkway throwing rose petals, giving us a royal entrance, so to speak. I could tell that Ramesses and Neferterri had made sure every detail was set to give the night a more Afrocentric feel. I was somewhat embarrassed by all the attention, but beaming with pride as I walked in with them. Along the walls leading to the dungeon area, male subs with erect shafts held hard by cock rings were standing at attention while female subs bowed as we walked by.
“Are you okay, sajira?” I heard Neferterri ask of me, no doubt sensing my nervousness as we walked by all of the guests. Ramesses walked ahead of us, shaking hands with those who were already mingling before we arrived. “I can imagine this is a lot to take in.”
Considering Ice and I didn’t get a chance to see the “Red Carpet” festivities before safi’s collaring ceremony last year, it would have been different if I had seen the spectacle before going through my own. I would have been better prepared for what was going on in my honor.
“Yes, my Goddess, i’m trying to adjust to all this. i’m really nervous,” I sheepishly answered, lowering my eyes in respect as I was trained to do. I felt her hand caress my cheek before she kissed my lips,
as if to silently reassure me things were okay.
Each room in the Main House was attended to by a male or female slave, completely naked, constantly at the beck and call. They had been given orders to do what was asked of them, within reason, Ramesses told me. “NO water sports or scat play of any kind, as an example of an extreme request.” I remembered. I saw one male sub standing with his shaft erect and with his hands tied above his head. His main duty was to stand there without letting it go limp. Dominas, the ones who were into CBT, or cock and ball torture, would slap it, beat it. Even his Mistress would torment him, but he would not move.
I was allowed permission to roam around for a while, as the main event, my ceremony, would not begin for a good half hour, so I took that moment to do a little exploring within the House, to assuage my curiosity. One of the rooms I came to was different than all the rest, it was dark and cold, but yet inviting me in to indulge. It was like going into the unknown. I entered the room and the sub who attended the room bowed his head and said, “Please enter, Madam.”
I blushed at the thought. He assumed I was a Domina, but I entered the room anyway. I saw slaves chained to the wall, being tormented, although not painfully, but being teased to the point of orgasm and then having to stop. There were other male subs on their knees pleasing the Dominas in the room, female submissives being flogged or paddled, and some who were being chained to the wall as a live piece of art.
I was a nervous wreck. I was hot, I was sweating, and I wanted to be on my knees at that moment. I wanted to feel what they felt, but I knew in time that would come. I left that room to explore others, seeing all the different rooms and toys. I couldn’t understand why I tortured myself; all of the visual stimulation made me all the more excited. I needed to leave before I found myself in the midst of a frenzy I couldn’t recover from.
I walked outside to the garden where submissives were being used as decorations, seeing Masters and Mistresses trading their submissives for services. Female submissives crawled on the ground, being led as property and chattel, while the male submissives endured being beaten or being taken by their Dominas with strap-on dildos.
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