Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (24 page)

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.

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