“So what are these new rules that You had in mind?” I tried to refocus a little bit before my mind wandered to places that I didn’t need to be at that exact moment.
“Cell phones will be checked at the gate, and no cameras, for starters,” Ramesses stated, and I saw the gears turning in his mind, as if he were doing the usual mental checklist. “The security detail will tell the concierges of any messages that are left on the cell phones and they will then pass the message to the member. Cell phones will be tagged with the member’s name, or pseudonym. Dom will head up the detail, as well as the security firm that I’m creating.”
I started making my own to do list in my head, just in case he missed anything. “What else?”
“Rather than do any real advertising online or through publications, we’re going to go back to word of mouth building of clientele. That way it doesn’t get too far out of hand,” he continued. “I’m also thinking of setting up charter members and a council to be able to handle legal issues and rules violations, etc. Of course, it would consist of a few of the regular members in its charter stage, and after the first year, elected council members will serve on the council. I was thinking of Mistress Sinsual, Mistress Blaze, Master Altar, as well as You and I, and one of the more trusted submissives to round out the six member council. Also, having people in charge of the membership dues as well as executing penalties for violating non-disclosure agreements. You name it, I want to make sure that we have the bases covered so that we don’t get burned.”
“Okay, I’m with You so far, baby,” I kept making mental notes, because a lot of the safeguards were already in place at the club. “Is there anything else? Are we keeping the operating hours for the weekend?”
“Yes, and I want to hire kink-friendly people to work the weekends, at a worthwhile rate, of course. I was also thinking that we could get with the bondage manufacturers to send reps in to sell their products, as well as doing product demos, with those members willing to do the demos in exchange for a discounted rate on their membership dues for that month,” he kept rattling the information off at a steady pace. “The dues I want to keep at a moderate rate, at least for now, because we don’t want to alienate anyone who might want to enjoy the Palace. But if membership starts to rise a bit, we’ll have to make a decision on crowd control. We don’t want this thing to get too big, to where we draw too much attention.”
“But if we get too big, then what about extra accommodations at a hotel nearby or something like that? Perhaps we can negotiate a rate or something?” I asked. The way things are at the Palace right now, a small contingent could stay overnight. But what happens if the Palace can’t hold everyone that wants to stay?
“Well, honey, since We currently have a good 300 acres to mess around with, I’ve been a bit busy with an expansion project to get things in motion,” Ramesses smirked. “Actually, to be correct, I have a few projects going on simultaneously out there right now. Once We’re done making sure this house is squared away, We can go by there so You can see what’s going on, if you like?”
“Wait a minute, expansion?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, darling, expansion,” he replied, giving me a look that shut me down. I may enjoy being a Domme, but sometimes, that look keeps me balanced, I swear. “I’ve already sent the plans out to Amenhotep, if that’s what You’re wondering, babe. I don’t do much without Him knowing about it.”
Actually, that wasn’t exactly what was on my mind. But Amenhotep was old school; one of the things about the Palace that he liked was the fact that, despite its size, it was still somewhat humble in his eyes, and he also liked the fact that it didn’t draw too much attention to itself. I was worried that perhaps the semi-publicity might be a little upsetting to him.
I decided to wait until we actually got to the Palace before I made any more assumptions. Besides, I might like what I see and take things to the next level myself.
It was simply breathtaking…
Seeing all the construction around the Palace was absolutely breathtaking. I saw building after building
in a bed and breakfast style architecture lain out in a strategic manner. In all, Ramesses had gotten permits for thirteen such buildings, none more than two floors in height, and lavishly constructed with a common area on the ground floor and five to seven rooms also on the ground floor, and ten more rooms on the second floor per building, around 200-plus rooms on the grounds total. This resembled more and more a compound than an estate, and I was wondering if that was what Ramesses had in mind when he began these projects. I know he said he was thinking big, but I had no idea. But, this was his baby, his business venture, so I was content that he was moving in the proper direction.
We finally got to the Palace itself, and I was relieved to see that it had remained unscathed. There were no scaffolds around it or anything, which alerted me that Ramesses had no intentions of doing anything to the main building. We got out of the car and began to walk around the buildings that were closest to the Palace.
“So, what do You think?” was Ramesses’ only question.
“I’m speechless.” I admitted. “Can any of the buildings be seen from the street?”
“No, I made sure that the buildings were strategically placed within the landscaping and the woods as well. The only way someone will be able to see anything would be by helicopter,” he replied. “The only thing that the place needs is a new name.”
“What name did you have in mind?” I asked him. “I’m assuming it’s got a meaning, knowing You.”
“NEBU,” was the next thing out of my husband’s mouth.
“Where did the name ‘NEBU’ come from?”
“It represents the Palace of Gold from the ancient Kingdom,” he said. “I want to present the new compound in its splendor.”
“I like the name, it works for Me. Have You told sajira and Damian about it?” I asked.
“No, not yet, but I think it would be nice for them to see it as well, considering they will be helping with the hosting duties and such. Actually, I want to bring sajira onto the payroll full time, now that I think about it,” he grinned at the possibilities ahead.
I guess I couldn’t get too excited; in fact, it was more of a half-hearted excitement for sajira than for Damian. After all, they would be, as sajira is a collared submissive of the House now, involved in the operations of NEBU. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to bring Damian along, as he has yet to really prove himself to the other members of the House.
“I don’t mind sajira seeing this, but Damian’s another issue, baby,” I told my husband. “He’s become more slut than submissive, and he hasn’t shown any signs of trying to come out of that phase.”
“Then the question I have for You is, what do You want to do with him?” Ramesses answered. “Because You and I both know that he is of no use to Me if he isn’t at least a service slave.”
I honestly wanted to hold out hope that Damian would work out, but every conversation that we were having as of recent were revolving around his foot fetishes. That was fine for a day or so in the beginning, but ultimately his purpose is and will always be to please me as I saw fit, and I was no one’s Pro Domme.
“I may have to put him to the test, just to see if he is truly ready to be a part of this House, baby,” I finally stated.
“Good, because I know at least five slaves at NEBU that have been dying for You to acquire them,” Ramesses chuckled, seeming to be amused at the whole situation.
Whatever…
“Changing the subject, I think it’s time that we give Our little one a proper ceremony, don’t You think?” Ramesses asked me. “I mean, it’s only a matter of completing the circle, such as it is.”
He was right, and I was already a step ahead of him this time. “I’ve already made the arrangements with Altar for two weeks from now. I’m assuming that You can have this compound presentable by then, Beloved?”
He flinched for a minute, as if he needed to contemplate
some figures and dates in his head. I always hated when he did that; I always had to write down dates and details to make sure I didn’t forget. But he was the one with the photographic memory, not me.
Ramesses stroked his goatee the way he normally does when he has come to a conclusion about something, and then he finally answered “So shall it be done, Beloved. Do We have the normal guest lists prepared?”
“Yes.”
“Then I believe it is time to inform Our little one of what she needs to be prepared for then, yes?”
“Definitely. I believe she is ready, and it is a wonderful time to do something like this, baby.” I told him. After all, it was the beginning of the year, and it was time for the local community to take notice of the House of Kemet-Ka once again. Call me arrogant if you want, but even when Amenhotep was here, We still set the standard when it came to stability, especially in the age of ‘Internet BDSM’ and velcro collars. The last year might not have proven as such, but a statement must be made again.
We took a final spot check around the grounds before we got back in the truck to head away from NEBU. There was much to plan, phone calls to make, including a special invitation via satellite phone to the Virgin Islands.
About the Author…
Shakir Rashaan was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and is currently a student at the University of Phoenix. He is married with two children and currently resides in his hometown.
Rashaan’s works include two series, Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld and Deviant Intent, and the anthology Making the Hookup: Edgy Sex with Soul.
Visit Shakir’s website at www.shakir-rashaan.com.
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