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Authors: Shakir Rashaan

The Awakening (7 page)

Here I was thinking this would be a normal Sunday afterglow. Oh well, such is the life of a Poly Dominant.

Neferterri walked into the living room, and she picked up on Kitana's vibe. One look at her and she exhaled, blowing her bangs in the air. “God, we were hoping you wouldn't crash until mid-week. For that matter, what happened between you and Ice? I imagine that's got you crashing sooner than we expected you to.”

“Mercedes, he lost it this morning,” Kitana began. “I mean, trying to get details about what we did, and then he got pissed because I couldn't give details of what happened last night. shamise explained that IT was one of the House rules, so I made sure to stick to the rules, even if it meant not telling Ice. Hell, he knows, because Sinsual goes by the same rules.”

Kitana was right. To keep down on copycat nonsense, most Dominants usually kept their submissives under a gag order, except for pictures, while others who like to showcase their skills will allow their submissives to be live “mouthpieces” for the community to take notice. But for this House, all of the girls know not to speak of the goings-on once it had been deemed private play.

“Do you need me to speak to Sin for you, baby? I have a feeling Ice thought he could tell you what he did and it would guilt you into telling what you did. But he has to realize this isn't swinging. There are rules and protocol to follow, and he has to be made to understand that,” Neferterri told her. “Hell, he shouldn't have said a word to you about what happened with Sin. That was a breach of Her protocol.”

“I understand, but I think Ice thought this was another kinky thing to get off on. I don't even think he's even serious about submitting
to Sin the way I'm serious about submitting to the two of you,” Kitana answered. “I'm still floating for the most part, but he almost ruined my buzz.”

I laughed, but my buzz walked right out the door to put it mildly. I was halfway expecting one of the other girls to either call or instant message to let either me or Mercedes know they were coming down and in need of comfort as well.

I grabbed one of the blankets from the hall closet to put over Neferterri and Kitana to keep her warm. One of the things a Dominant had to protect against when a submissive goes through sub drop is when they experienced chills. While her skin was warm to the touch, I felt Kitana trembling, and so did Neferterri.

“Thank you both for being here. I really didn't know how to deal with what was happening to me,” Kitana said, leaning her head against Neferterri's shoulder. “I thought I was going nuts for a minute.”

“You will be fine, baby, it will pass, I promise.” Neferterri comforted her to keep her from crashing harder. She held Kitana for a good thirty minutes while I kept up with the girls and explained to them that “Auntie Kitana” got a little sick and mommy was taking care of her for a little while. Considering the girls were used to both of us being affectionate and hyper around our friends, they didn't see as anything more than “much ado about nothing.”I didn't want to see this as a precursor of things to possibly come in the future, but sometimes there's not much choice in the matter. I knew one thing: I was going to enjoy some football today or someone was going to pay with their lives.

Monday morning came and was going pretty well and it was also my day off.

I went through the usual routine once the wife and kids were out of the house: check email, do the marketing for the next event night, and go through the other pages of the girls to see who was trying to connect. This Monday would be a little different, because I needed to set up Kitana's page and screen name. It's a small price to pay for having to work most Saturdays, but having a weekday off had its advantages.

While online, I found out through several offline messages of our girls' screen names that some men wanted to get with them, and as quickly as they asked, they received the automatic reply that they would have to go through me or Neferterri for permission. Since neither one of us had really received any offline messages over the weekend, I guess none of the men were “man” enough to ask for what they wanted from a collared submissive. Oh well, not my fault. As far as I was concerned, closed mouths don't get fed.

Still, some have given us a bit of grief for having that particular rule in place. While there might seem like there's insecurity rooted within, nothing could be further from the truth. We're very protective of our girls, and we make no apologies for making sure the risk of diseases was mitigated as much as we could manage. Think about it: would you want someone else haphazardly playing with your toys and then returning them in any old condition?

Yeah, I didn't think so, either.

I finally got back to our profile and screen name on messenger, sending thank you notes for attending safi's collaring on behalf of Amenhotep. He didn't really get into all the online stuff, saying that it's too much for Him to deal with. But he was an old school Dominant, the so-called “Old Guard” Leather, before advent of
the Internet, when word of mouth was the only way to get noticed. He swears all this “internet stuff” was too advanced for Him, but I knew better. In some respects, I'm still His apprentice, and I ended up doing some of the grunt work that He didn't want to do.

I was in the middle of setting up Kitana's page on FetLife, when a message window popped up. Upon further inspection, I noticed it was another Dom contacting me.

master_gee:
Good morning to You, Sir.

lord_ramesses:
Good morning to You as well, Sir.

master_gee:
I am a new Dom to the city, Sir. Mistress Blaze told Me that You were the person to contact

lord_ramesses:
I thank Mistress for referring You to Me, Master Gee. What information do you seek?

master_gee:
I am curious as to whether or not You have any submissives that may be of service to Me, Sir?

My first instinct was he must be new. Any experienced Dominant would already have the information on a submissive they were interested in; he would only need to come to me to see if I would vet for the submissive in question or not. The way this one sounded, he wanted me to hand one over on a silver platter. I decided to play this out, to see where this went.

lord_ramesses:
Where did You move from, Master Gee?

master_gee:
I am from Texas, trained and converted by Master Q-Sun. I'm certain that You know of Him, Sir.

lord_ramesses:
Yes, I am. He and I trained under the same Domina. Is He aware that You are in Atlanta?

I should have known this “Master Gee” was new. Q-Sun had a
weakness for training a protégé. I was almost about to read him the riot act, but I guess he saw it coming.

master_gee:
Begging Your forgiveness, Lord Ramesses. Master told Me that You would realize that I was following His instructions and that You would know that He was behind this.

I laughed at the screen, barely containing the noise I made. This was vintage Q. I made a mental note to call him later on in the week. He usually let me know when one of his relocates, and vice-versa.

I kept the conversation going to see what Q had taught him when the phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, I shook my head.
Why in the hell is she calling me?

My afternoon was about to get very frustrating.

“I'm sorry to disturb you, Kane, but have you seen Jay?” Jasmine asked the one question I really didn't want to answer.

“Jasmine, I haven't seen or talked to him since last night, after you booted him out of the house
again
.”

Like my boy said,
there's only so much a bruh can take.

“Kane, spare me the drama. Where's my husband?” She tried to sound angry, but there was an irritated tone in her voice. It wasn't anger I sensed in her tone. It was fear. But what was she scared of?

“Jasmine, he's not at my house, and quite frankly, I wouldn't answer your calls either,” I snapped back.

“I should have known he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut.” Jasmine hung up the phone before I could grasp what she'd just said. “Never mind, I'll find him myself.”

I couldn't figure out what the hell that was about, but if she couldn't find him in the usual spots, maybe Jay had had enough of the bad treatment after all. Knowing Jay, he was screening his calls at work, and if Jasmine was calling me looking for him, then
maybe he really didn't want her finding him. Quite frankly, I was worried, because Jay might have reached the end of his rope. There was no telling what, or who, for that matter, he could have been doing at that point.

I was not in the mood for having my mind twisted over nonsense, so I dismissed the call and went back to my online “to-do list.” The phone rang again, and I was shocked to see Candy's name and home phone number come across the screen, especially the time of the day when I knew she's supposed to be at work.

“What are you doing home, baby? Are you feeling okay?” I asked out of concern.

“No, I'm not feeling well, Daddy.” There was a playful tone in her voice; I heard it clearly. She was in a sensual mood. “I'm hot, feverish. I think I need something to break this fever, Daddy.”

I couldn't resist a role play with Candy, no more than I could with Mercedes. There was a reason why she's my “concubine,” although it's a harsh term for most folks to understand. She's much more than that to the both of us.

“I'm trying to relax, baby, I really didn't plan on coming out of the house today. You know I had a rough weekend with the party and all.” I played along with the flow to see where things would go.

“I know, Daddy, but I didn't get to feel you this weekend. You know I can only go so long without feeling you deep inside of me,” she cooed. “I'm naked on my bed, and just hearing your voice has me wet.”

My mind immediately envisioned Candy splayed spread-eagle on her bed, showing off her flexibility, fingers slowly spreading her lips apart to allow her aroma to fill the room.

“I've got my fingers rubbing my clit for you, Daddy.” She kept up her onslaught, purring into my ear and releasing a few moans for effect.

All of a sudden, the list I was planning to complete didn't seem so pressing.

Hearing Candy's coos and moans had my senses in a frenzied state. I could already feel my nature growing, and I thanked heaven I'd worn sweat pants. I wanted to lose myself in the storm she was creating, but there was no way I was going to let her control the flow. Call me a control freak if you want, but quite frankly, I didn't really give a fuck.

“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” I forcefully asked, hearing a pause over the phone as I took control.

“No, Daddy,” I heard Candy whisper over the phone. “But I missed you so much. You haven't tapped this ass in a month, and I was beginning to think you didn't want me anymore.”

I loved the way she begged, loved the way she pouted. It was my one weakness as a man, to be needed for your strength, virility. I hated I still had some weaknesses that could be exploited, but at the same time, took relief I still felt human. Sometimes as a Dominant, I tended to feel like I had ice water in my veins, like I didn't need to feel any vulnerability.

“I see now I need to remind you of who owns that pretty ass of yours, don't I?” I dropped my voice a couple of octaves for effect, felt Candy shiver over the phone.

“Yes, Daddy, you know I keep it good and tight for you.” She always knew the words to keep my mind running and keep me revved up. “I'm spoiled, and it's all your fault.”

I chuckled at her remark. Some things I can't help, seeing as they come naturally to me. There's nothing like being a Southern Gentleman…
nothing.

“Te quiero, papi,”
Now she wanted to break out the Spanish. Damn.
“Quiero sentirte dentro de mi.”

Basically and bluntly speaking, without translating too much,
my bitch was in heat, and her heat needed to be extinguished something terrible.

“Papi te ama tambien, niña,”
I said in return, but considering I wasn't leaving the house, I had to calm her down and make her understand that there would be time for us soon. Such is the way of things, and she knows I make it worth the wait. “I want you off work on Wednesday so I can make sure you won't have to beg for at least the next couple of weeks; do you understand me?”

Candy kept moaning on the phone as she responded to my request. “Yes, Daddy. Do I have permission to keep it wet and tight for you until Wednesday?”

“Yes, and make sure you either find or shop for the proper outfit to greet me in as well. I know you won't disappoint; you never do,” I told her before getting off the phone. No matter how badly we both needed the release, I needed the rest more. I didn't like cheating any of our girls, and I was not about to start now. Besides, it was part of what makes me, well, me.

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