This was all new to me. I never got to see a lot of the time. It was exciting as hell to witness and take in. When I felt I could go back inside, I walked into yet another room, where I witnessed a male sub ordered to sit on this glass phallus, and a huge one, I might add, and he was forced to suck every dick placed in his mouth. He enjoyed himself way too much, which got his ass beat, but I think he did that shit on purpose.
One of the NEBU submissives came up to me and placed her hand on my shoulder softly. “sajira, your Lord and Lady request your presence in the dungeon,” she stated. She then took my hand and led me to the dungeon.
We got down to the dungeon, and I could tell it would be an extraordinary night. Mistress Sinsual was there, along with my husband and tiger, Mistress Blaze and her Leather family was in attendance, as was Master Altar and his girl, chastity. I recognized a few others from the last time I was here, before my awakening.
My senses were overwhelmed with the smells of lavender, amber and rose. The scents caused my body to betray me, tingling with desire. The extra fragrance of fresh jasmine in the air brought my emotions to the boiling point. Looking around the dungeon, I noticed the nakedness of the submissives, their poise, their posture, their reverence to the Dominants and Masters in the room. I noticed male subs sitting at the feet of their Mistresses, including my husband, kissing the feet of the passersby. I scanned the room, noticing the female submissives kneeling at the feet of their Masters, kissing the midsections of the other Dominants walking by, bowing in reverence if no kiss was required. It was an amazing sight to behold.
Seeing my husband at the feet of his Domina, I really didn’t know what to think. I’d been training my mind to separate the husband I knew and loved from the submissive male I walked past as he abided by the commands of Mistress Sin. That, in and of itself, had been a process that hadn’t been the easiest for me, but I loved him deeply.
I was taken into a preparation room where Neferterri supervised as I was stripped naked and adorned with the most elaborate pieces of satin. My hair was braided into one long ponytail with ribbons and flowers, those of which she had chosen: white baby’s breath and miniature pink roses. My body was oiled to make it shimmer and shine in the light.
I never felt so sexy, so sensual, in my life.
The slave girls took my training collar and attached the chains that led from them and clipped onto my nipples. My wrists and ankles had leather straps around them with silver attachment hooks, I thought. I stood before my Goddess with my hair braided, neutralcolored makeup applied, adorned in leather and diamonds looking as though I were a submissive goddess.
Neferterri hugged me and said, “you are not allowed to speak once you enter the chambers. Remember the words you are to speak once your ceremonial scene is over with Master Altar, little one. I know you will be floating, but you must be mindful of your surroundings. Do you understand Me?”
“Yes, my Goddess, i understand. i hope to make You proud of me.” There was a trembling in my voice, and I had hoped to see Ramesses before the ceremony began. If for nothing else, I needed his voice in my ear to calm me.
Being led to my kneeling bench for the pleasure of the Masters in attendance, I really didn’t know where to focus or whom to focus on. The room was dim with candle lights, with beautiful Dominas and Masters sitting all about. The submissives walked around serving drinks, food, or simply saying, “i am at your service.” I was scared, nervous, but excited because in my mind, I knew this was who I was. Being placed in the center of the room, I stood with my hands above my head, legs spread wide apart, for the audience to look at me, to gaze at me, to fondle me. I maintained my position, but my insides were on fire, and my skin felt white-hot to the touch.
Tonight was the night my Lord and Lady were giving to me, my moment to shine. I wished I could see the submissives around me, but I imagined some of them beaming, and others trying not to show how jealous they were that they were not on display as I was at that moment. I would have never done this in a swingers’ environment, but for some reason, Ramesses and Neferterri both have helped me find my freedom within the constraints of my collar, the leather wrist and ankle cuffs that I wore. I felt like the sexiest bitch alive.
Master Altar then publicly asked, “With Your permission, Lord Ramesses and Lady Neferterri, I would like to begin the ceremonial scene.”
“You may begin, Master Altar,” Neferterri answered.
After placing me on the Cross to begin the scene, Master Altar removed the collar and nipple clamps and placed a different pair of nipple clamps on, starting with my left nipple. I wanted to scream, but it didn’t stop him. He said, “I understand, but pain can lead to exquisite pleasure.” He placed the other clamp on the right nipple, but by then, I was moaning. “Shhh… be mindful of your surroundings, little one. your owners are watching.”
I never knew pain could be so exciting, but I wanted more. Master Altar pulled on the clamps, sending my body into this reaction that it needed more. He began quietly telling me how beautiful and how soft and satiny my skin was, telling me I should be proud to be owned by such honorable Dominants.
He whispered, “I want you to relax. I am about to start the ceremonial scene now.” He started with light strokes with the flogger, and again I was moaning, but I knew I should be quiet so I bit my lip. He was going faster and harder and I silently begged that I wanted more.
Swish…
Swoosh…
In the air I heard the flogger come down. I anticipated the sting, but what I kept feeling was more pleasure, and a guilty pleasure at that. My ass was stinging, and I was supposed to be in pain, but he never stopped. Master Altar then took out the pinwheel and ran it across my thighs and back. I was startled, but he didn’t stop.
Master Altar began grabbing my hair, pulling me back, and I screamed in my mind, I want it, damn it…don’t stop. He paddled my already throbbing ass, and I couldn’t recall how hard. I was soaring, but my body moved and swayed, telling him I wanted more. I waited for the pause as he took a break to grab the next thing to use on me during the scene.
I enjoyed being on the Cross and feeling the stinging effects of the leather flogger, the paddle, whatever he chose that was at his disposal, but I never used my safeword. I was so excited my body shivered and shook from the inside out. I was not afraid; he was not going to hurt me, not with my owners present.
He stood behind me, massaging my body, showcasing the marks he so carefully placed on my ass. I was so mentally exhausted, but I was nearly complete. I was hoping to be able to move my body once the restraints were unshackled from the Cross, but my arms and legs felt heavy.
Master Altar enlisted the help of another Dominant, although I really don’t remember whom it was. All I remembered was another pair of hands helping me down off the Cross, and slowly bringing me back to the kneeling bench. It was at that time when Neferterri’s voice rang in my head to remember the pledge to complete the ceremony.
“With devotion, i offer my body, my mind, and will to You, m’Lord and m’Lady, to care for and do with as You will. Your desires are mine, Your will is my command.” I recited proudly, taking every effort to utter those words because my body was recovering from the effects of the scene.
The next thing I felt was my hair being lifted from my shoulders and the collar being clasped around my neck. I then heard Ramesses’ voice proclaim to the audience, “I now present to you our sajira, submissive princess of the House of Kemet-Ka.” The roar of the applause from the crowd was exhilarating. I felt a blanket fall around my shoulders and felt them both walk me toward a couch nearby to bring me out of my space intact.
“We are very proud of you, sajira,” I heard my Goddess say to me. I leaned against her shoulder, taking sips of ice water and eating some cookies, which was what I remembered telling them I would want to help bring me out of subspace. “How do you feel, little one?”
The warmth I felt from the collar around my neck, the blanket warming my body back to
some sense of normalcy, and feeling the energy from being between my owners was indescribable. I felt Ramesses kissing my forehead, which helped complete my travel out of subspace. “I feel absolutely euphoric right now. Thank You for accepting me into Your world. I love You both so much.”
TWENTY-EIGHT RAMESSES
“Folks, I have an important announcement of My own to make.”
I heard Amenhotep proclaim after everyone finished congratulating us on sajira’s collaring. I wasn’t sure what I heard, but the seriousness in His tone had my undivided attention, whether I wanted it to or not. “I believe this is long overdue, and My fellow gentlemen and ladies would agree with this.”
I turned my head in His direction, trying to figure out what the hell my Mentor was talking about. I sat with sajira, stroking her hair and enjoying the moment, basking in the glow she emanated from being on full display. Neferterri, seated on the other throne, and shamise, happily nestled between Neferterri’s legs, acted like they were completely in the dark and had no clue of what was going on. Damian, who knelt on the outside of Neferterri’s chair, only smiled as he listened closely to Amenhotep’s speech.
If I knew anything about my girls, they were horrible actresses when they wanted to keep something from me. Damian and I had yet to get to that level, so he was no help in trying to figure out what was about to happen. One look from me and they melted in moments, dying to spill the beans. When I noticed they weren’t acting, I was at a total loss as to what was up His sleeve.
The problem now came in the form of an enigmatic question: what in the world was inside the mind of Master Amenhotep? When He wanted to play something close to the vest, there was a snowball’s chance in hell of anyone getting the information out of Him.
I looked at Osiris and saw nothing.
Seti wasn’t much help, and neither was Menes.
I scanned around for anyone to give me an idea, and my frustration rose with each passing second.
The crowd fell silent as Amenhotep stepped between the twin thrones to speak from a better vantage point.
I’m sure the befuddled look on my face was one for the history books, but it was genuinely warranted. The last time Amenhotep sprang a surprise on me was when I “inherited” the Palace and a small fortune. Only the gods knew what the hell He could be announcing.
“As most of you know, Ramesses and I began our journey together nearly fifteen years ago when He was just a young man…not that He’s still not a young man, but you all know what I mean.”
That comment drew laughter in the room.
After the laughter died down, He continued. “I have watched Him grow up, keeping a calming influence when it was needed, and letting Him make mistakes along the way, even if I didn’t want Him to.”
I felt sajira squeeze my hand. She felt the emotions stirring within me. I was happy she could feel me while we were in this moment, and I knew Neferterri and shamise could feel me also. A lot of what He said triggered nostalgic thoughts from deep within that I always selfishly drew upon whenever I got into a position where I needed to focus. Those thoughts were being brought to the forefront with each word Amenhotep spoke.
“I have selfishly wished and prayed for the day where a man I thought of as a son, and in some instances, I did ‘raise’ Him within this realm, would join Me within the ranks of the inner circle…the Neb’net Maa’kheru.” He looked down at me, and in an instant I was twenty years old again, completely new, raw, and transparent to the audience that hung on His every word, wondering what He could be speaking of.
Neferterri heard the reference to the Society, and her facial expression almost gave her away. By then I was too far gone to notice. I was trapped in the lessons, the intense discussions we’d had at the beginning of my mentoring with Him. I chuckled at the questions I asked back then, the constant battling because I thought I knew better, and the patience He was able to exert despite my sheer ignorance of things.
“Tonight, with the blessings of the other members, I welcome You, Ramesses, within the Neb’net Maa’kheru.” Amenhotep extended His hand out to me, gripping it as I rose from my throne to embrace him.
The applause would have been deafening if I’d paid attention to it, but all I heard were the words, “I love You, son,” coming from my “father.” Seti, Osiris, Menes, and the other men flooded the throne area, offering their congratulations and well-wishes, laughing at the lack of words coming from my mouth.
Hell, why wouldn’t I be speechless? I looked around at men whose walks were years ahead of my own. For them to include me at this point in my journey was beyond my ability to articulate.
Master Osiris moved to the front of the group, his smile beaming as he looked at me. I was still struggling to find words to express my euphoria while in this moment. He held a case in his hand, sending my mind into a new level of confusion, trying to figure out what the case was for.
“Ramesses, we within the Neb’net Maa’kheru would like to present You with this ring, which is recognized within our respective communities as that of a Master of Honor.” Osiris smiled as he held the opened case.
I stood astonished upon viewing the diamond and platinum-encrusted ring, complete with “Ramesses” on one side of the ring, and the word “Master” emblazoned on the other. My eyes moved immediately to my Beloved, who watched with pride as I slipped on the ring, blushing slightly as I cut my eyes at her, knowing she stealthily had revealed my ring size.
“Congratulations, Daddy!” I heard shamise yelling through the applause. I leaned over and kissed her forehead and then her lips, letting her know I heard her clearly.
The next moment, Lady Hatshepsut stepped onstage with Amenhotep. I found my throne and had taken my seat to reclaim sajira, oblivious to her presence. “Master Amenhotep, I would like to make My own announcement, if I may, Sir?” she asked.
“By all means, My dear.” Amenhotep stepped to the side. “After You, M’Lady, the floor is Yours.”
Now it was time for both Neferterri and I to wonder what the hell was really going on. This was only supposed to be a grand reopening of NEBU, but this was turning into something damn near legendary before it was all said and done.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it gives Me great pleasure to announce the formation of a Society similar to what the esteemed Gentlemen have within Neb’net Maa’kheru,” Lady Hatshepsut began. “With the generosity of the members of Neb’net Maa’kheru, we have established the Ladies of Beauty & Honor, forever to be known as Nebet’new Nefrew Maa’kheru.”
The surprise on our faces gave the audience more reason to applaud loudly, especially the Dominas in attendance.
Lady Hatshepsut smiled more and waited for the applause to die down before she continued. “With the creation of the Ladies’ Society, the rings have also been fashioned and ready to be presented to the Ladies that will be the charter members of Nebet’new Nefrew Maa’kheru.”
Neferterri looked down at shamise, who was the only House member who knew such information to be able to give to Lady Hatshepsut to get the sizing correct. shamise immediately blushed, knowing she’d been able to keep things under lock and key until this very moment. Neferterri kissed her forehead and mouthed something I couldn’t make out, but I had a feeling a pseudo-punishment was on the horizon.
“So, I present to you all: Mistress Sinsual, Mistress Blaze, Lady Norene, Lady Ethereal, and finally, Lady Neferterri.” As Lady Hatshepsut called each of the ladies’ names, the NEBU male slaves happily knelt at the feet of each charter member, assuming the kneeling position and presenting the ring cases to them.
The ladies were speechless. The expressions of each of their faces, including my wife’s, was priceless. My Beloved looked at me in an accusatory manner, like I had something to do with it, and I held my hands up in an authentic gesture. I really did not know that this was going to be brought to witness.
The grins were genuine and radiant.
The night couldn’t have gone any better.
Amenhotep found a way to shatter the statement in a way I never saw coming.
“I want it known, as we speak from this point forward, that Lord Ramesses now be recognized as Master Ramesses.” Amenhotep concluded his speech. “As such, His slaves will no longer refer to Him as Lord, but as Master. The community, having publicly voiced their approval, shall recognize Master Ramesses as an honorable Master within this realm.”
He then presented me with His Master’s cap.
The blank expression on my face told Him I didn’t deserve it.
The look of pride on His face told me no one else deserved it more.
“To begin Your legacy, My son, You will need this. I expect this to be in good hands until such time as You will present it to Your protégé one day.” Amenhotep finally shed tears, something I’d seen Him do rarely. “This is My final gift to You, to complete the circle.”
The crowd applauded once more at seeing the reverence I still didn’t believe I deserved just yet. I would never feel I did, but I had to come to the conclusion that, whether I thought I deserved it or not, the community deemed me worthy.
I would have to make peace with it, in my own time.
But for now, there was more partying to do.
“Congratulations, my Master.”
I had no intentions of being this naturally high tonight, but obviously other folks had plans for me. I continued to allow the flood of good feelings swirling around the compound to continue.
I was in a circle of conversation with Master Seti, Amenhotep and Master Osiris, discussing the plans we had for the other two compounds. We wanted to make sure we were on the same page for the morning send-offs tomorrow.
Neferterri sat next to me, placing her input where it was needed, while shamise, sajira and Damian were in relaxed positions at the base of our chairs, silently enjoying the flow of information.
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