Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld (9 page)

“i’m sorry i left you, sis.”

shamise and I were in the basement of our Owners’ home, and she was helping me with the care of the leathers and the other equipment inside of Ramesses’ and Neferterri’s bags, showing me tricks she’d learned in her years in service to them. Neferterri had gone out to run errands while we took care of this task for them. There was nothing odd about leaving us in the House alone, as we’d all had keys anyway, in case one of the kids needed to be picked up and brought home from school early.

I had to admit the way she showed me some things made the process much smoother than what I thought I had been doing.

“It’s okay, sis; the important thing is you’re here with us now.” I put down the leather paddle that I was cleaning to place a small kiss across her lips before resuming our duties. The truth was we’d never really lost contact, so it felt like she was on an extended rest or away on assignment for a job.

“i still feel like i let you down, sajira.” She caressed my cheek after putting down one of the knives she was cleaning. “i was supposed to be helping you prepare for the way things are done within the House.”

“Look, shamise, if i was in your position, i probably would have followed my heart, too.” My mind went back to my husband and
what decision might I have made if I were faced with the same choice.

“But that’s the thing, sis,” shamise contended, “i didn’t think things through. If i’m honest with myself, i really didn’t make the right decision. He led me to believe he could make me happy, and also let me come back here to be with you, Daddy and Goddess. The minute we touched down in California and got to the new place, i knew i’d made a mistake. He completely turned one-eighty on me.”

I remembered the conversation Ramesses and Neferterri had had with me after shamise had been granted her “conditional release,” as they termed it. They gave me permission to speak freely during that conversation, and I had to know why they didn’t fight harder for her, make her stay with us because they knew her place was here.

Neferterri, who normally was the more emotional of the two of them, was absolutely pragmatic about the fact that sometimes things had to run their course before shamise would realize where her true place was and where she belonged. Ramesses, who usually was the more even-keeled and rarely showed his anger in public, admitted that it was a very emotional discussion, as he did not want her to leave, especially after nuru and jamii had left not a few weeks prior without too much of a word themselves. In the end, they said that they trusted shamise and that they knew her better than she knew herself. She would have a moment where she knew she’d erred big-time and would try to begin the process of returning to us.

Looking at how shamise was now as we were cleaning, I understood completely what they were talking about. It made me smile and gave me hope that perhaps, in time, they would come to understand me and read me as well as they did shamise.

“you have done a pretty good job keeping things up since i’ve been gone, sajira,” shamise admitted after inspecting the leather floggers and carefully placing them back in the case. “How has your training been going?”

“It’s been challenging, considering i don’t know as much as you do, sis,” I admitted, blushing a little bit over some of the things I’d gone through in the past few months. Some of it was deliciously embarrassing, and some of it was humbling, to say the least.

“Well, it’s obvious that you have done well, baby. Daddy and Goddess don’t simply bestow a name or a training collar on anyone.” shamise grinned at me when she stated that.

“Knowing that, now i really am blushing.” I was so flushed with embarrassment that I wanted to find a place to hide. I wasn’t aware of the gravity of the situation until that moment. “i really wasn’t sure what i was doing, and Goddess has a poker face that would make card sharks go batty. Not that Daddy is any easier to read, of course.”

“That’s their job, baby,” shamise stated. “In time, you will be able to read them and be able to anticipate their wants, desires, needs, and the little things they sometimes don’t always verbally communicate. Now that i’m back, the process will go a lot more smoothly.”

That thought made me smile.

“So, tell me what else have you been up to?” shamise gave me the body language she wanted to vibe a little deeper into some things. “i’ve had a lot i’ve wanted to talk to you about, now that we’re alone without our Owners present to overhear.”

“Well, there’s one thing i’ve been doing that has been helping with my slut training.” I began blushing again, since it was the first time I’d even spoken to anyone else about the phone sex job. “i’ve been doing a side job doing phone sex for a company. It wasn’t for
extra money, but to get me to be comfortable with my sensuality.”

“It’s okay, sis; i had to go through the same process. It was some of the sexiest and sluttiest stuff that i’d done at the time,” shamise told me. “It helped me deal with some of the vulgarity we deal with online and real time in the community.”

“Yeah, you have a point there, sis.” I nodded my head in agreement. Some of the stuff I’d endured whenever I was online would make a woman cringe sometimes. “i thought i heard a lot, but doing the phone sex opened up a new world of low-life crap.”

“So, i would imagine you have picked up your share of fans, sis?” shamise giggled as she asked.

We’d finished repacking the equipment to House specifications and put it in its proper place in the private room in the basement. So, we found a spot on the sectional to lounge a bit before Neferterri returned from running errands to continue my training.

“Okay, sis, i’ve got to level with you. There is this one dude that has been calling on the semi-regular. i mean, he scares me, but he turns me on at the same time. Some of the fantasies that he has wanted to do have been on the edge a bit.” I blushed as my face got hot with the shyness of a teenager.

“Like what, sajira?” shamise asked.

“Well, he’s been having these fantasies of ‘taking’ me and raping me against my will.” It took me a moment, but I finally came out and said it.

Rape fantasies…one of the most taboo subjects that can be brought up in BDSM, and I was having conflicting feelings it was making me hot.

shamise could see from my body language I was confused about my feelings. She put a hand on my shoulder and asked, “you, too?”

TEN
NEFERTERRI

“Strip, Damian. Take off your clothes, all of them.”

He hesitated a moment, already arousing my irritation.

I didn’t have time for him to figure it out, but it was my fault for his hesitation. The last couple of times he’d visited, instead of training him, I ended up fucking his brains out. He’d end up naked by my command, and one look at his body and I got wet quicker than a blink of an eye.

Deep down, I wanted to believe he was submissive, but he was having a hard time accepting it. I think that might have been at the heart of my irritation with him, but it might have been at the heart of my irritation with myself. I hadn’t given him the chance to serve me, instead of taking directives on how to please me. There was a difference between the two, and as much as we Dominas gave our male counterparts grief for thinking with the “other head,” I was proving no more immune to my urges because of a man who towered over me when he was allowed to be on his feet.

Today, I was going to find out whether or not the problem lay with him, or with me.

“Goddess?” Damian’s hesitation to act on my commands bordered on the criminal. Instead of taking the berating approach, I thought back to previous conversations, to see if I could use them to get through to his submissive mind.

During our conversations about his submission, he had told me when he questioned his desires to submit to women at times, how every time he went out in public as a submissive male, he would be misunderstood by other submissive males who were all too willing to be fuck toys for any Domina willing to have them, and why he wanted to kneel to me so badly. Yes, there was one hell of a mutual attraction, but once the sex was over and the conversations faded, the service aspect had to be there. Ramesses and I demanded it of the girls; there was no way I could get away with having him boiled down to being nothing more than the fuck toys he didn’t want to emulate.

“you said you wanted to kneel at My feet, to serve Me and to serve your Sir, how you didn’t want to be used and fucked like a rag doll by your Domina.” My voice and my face were stern as he kept his eyes downward, absorbing the words being spoken in his direction. “Was that all lip service to seduce Me into keeping you?”

“Goddess, may i speak freely?” Damian asked.

“you may speak freely, Damian.”

I sensed he wanted to obey my command. His body trembled, letting me know of his inclination to obey, but his mind and body were at war with each other, trying to figure out which would have the upper hand.

“Thank You, Goddess.” With his eyes focused on the space in front of him, he tried to find the words to express his feelings. “As much as i want to serve You, i barely know You. Every time we try to have a conversation before we fall into protocol, we end up fucking like rabbits. i want to be able to serve You, but i need to know how to serve You. Does that make sense?”

His response hit me like I’d been shocked with electricity. For the first time in years, I was at a loss for words. The last time I’d even
thought to have a meaningful conversation with a male submissive was when I was helping Sin with tiger years ago. I realized maybe I was the one out of practice, and I needed to step up my game to make sure I was the Domina I knew I was.

He didn’t need to know I was off-balance, though.

“you are right, Damian; we have been a little hot and heavy for the past few months,” I acknowledged. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook, either. “However, the conversations we have had, you hadn’t inquired what it might take to serve Me, either. And don’t think for a minute I held a gun to your head while you pleased Me, Damian…and for the record, you have pleased Me
very
well.”

A smile crept from his lips with my last statement before dissipating as quickly as it appeared.
Good boi,
I thought to myself,
you’re learning more than you’ve let on.

“In order to learn what pleases Me without involving sexing Me, I propose we start today by figuring out what you’ve learned from our conversations about what pleases Me.” I wanted to find out how much he’d paid attention while he was busy dishing out information. “What pleases Me, Damian?”

Sitting back in the lounger in his living room, I watched his facial expressions change from confidence to uncertainty and back to confidence again. I watched his body, still clad in the muscle shirt and shorts he’d greeted me in when I’d first arrived, and my body and mind had waged their own war of which would win out based on the visual stimuli my eyes feasted upon.

My mind was intent on winning this battle, but my body put up a damn good fight.

“It pleases You when i’m able to serve You at Your whim, Goddess.” He started to recount some of the conversations we’d had in the beginning. “It pleases You when i am able to provide a foot
massage when You’ve had a long day at work. It pleases You when i have learned other skills to enhance my service to You, such as my ability to know how You like Your coffee, Your herbal tea. And i learned how to make a Tiramisu a couple of days ago, if it would please You to try it?”

If he wanted to endear me to him, he’d said the magic word! He’d proved he’d paid attention by learning the recipe based on a conversation we’d had a month ago where I happened to mention

Tiramisu as one of my guilty pleasures, but I never found anyone who could make it properly without having one of the girls heading over to Maggiano’s to get it.

I tried to keep my enthusiasm under control, but inside, I was squealing because he was meeting my expectations in such a short time. Hopefully, in time, he would exceed them.

“Yes, it would please Me very much to try your Tiramisu, Damian.”

He asked for permission to get the dessert. Upon my nod, he walked into the kitchen to grab the dessert, making sure he didn’t waste the saucer he’d placed it on.

It took everything within me to keep from raping him on the spot again as he walked toward me with the saucer in his hands, slowly falling to his knees without spilling the saucer, and taking the fork in his hand, cutting a piece of the Tiramisu and offering it to me. “If it pleases You, my Goddess, would You take a bite and tell me if You like it?”

I nodded as he lifted the forkful of the dessert to my lips. I opened my mouth to take in the morsel, and, to put it not-so-delicately, the explosion in my mouth was orgasmic! Every bit of flavor in that small piece was enough to make me want to squeeze my legs together to keep from coming.

The smile on his face only enhanced the experience for me. He’d
not only gotten the recipe right, but he’d put something more into the recipe. I just knew it! “Oh my God, boi, you put some serious skills into that!”

“i’m happy You liked it, Goddess.” He blushed as he continued to feed the rest of the slice to me. “It took a few tries to get it right, and thankfully, it came out right before I spent too much more money trying.”