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“I can understand that, Neferterri, because something that fine has got to have something wrong with him, just to balance things out a bit,” Sinsual replied, still drooling a little bit. I looked down
at tiger, and I know he had to be a little jealous of what his Domina was doing to him. “Besides, you haven't taken My tiger and scened with him in a while, and I'm sure he's been a good enough boi to deserve a scene with his second favorite Domina; haven't you, tiger?”

tiger tried hard to keep his grin to himself, but he couldn't contain himself. He looked up at Sin and silently asked permission to speak, and upon her nod, he sheepishly said, “Yes, Ma'am, it has been a while. i didn't want to appear wanton for a scene with you, Ma'am, so i wanted to be patient until Mistress felt i deserved the opportunity.”

I guess it was my time to shine, and I was glowing big-time tonight.

“I believe it is time to retire into the basement; don't You think, Ramesses?” Amenhotep asked, knowing it would be interesting to see this new audience react to the changes Ramesses had made to the Palace. “I'm sure the guests are ready to head into the bewitching hour.”

“Yes, Sir, let's do this,” I heard my husband say, giving me a wink as he turned to head to the basement.

He had been over here off and on for about two weeks, making the adjustments to the Palace as he saw fit, without a word of opposition from Amenhotep, and the basement was the final touch, so to speak, that would make the Palace completely ours.

I couldn't wait to see how the new dungeon looked…and boy was everyone, including me, in for a surprise.

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The basement of the Palace was transformed into another world.

The St. Andrews Cross, actually there were three in total now, were securely fastened against the far walls, in their own spaces. There were also a few work benches, in the middle of the basement floor, suitable in their separate locations: to have a willing, or unwilling, submissive become the center of attention should the occasion call for it for the one bench in the middle of the floor.

On the other corner of the basement, the fire cages were already lit, with a complete set of tea candles on each cage. Next to the cages, a “suspension swing” set had been fastened against the corner, for anyone that might be tempted to get into any suspension torture.

Ramesses had had the ceiling reinforced with steel beams as well for anyone that might want to suspend their submissive or slave in mid-air. The new additions to the dungeon: the display stage, also in the center of the basement, not far from where the spanking benches were located; a built-in shower for water play and shower shows; a designated location for fire play and electro-stimulation, complete with a fire extinguisher.

Next to the fire play area was an extensive “First Aid” closet that was the size of most bedrooms. There were speakers in every nook and corner of the basement as well, to give a surround sound capability when scene music would be played.

When Ramesses wants to put
his
mark on something…

Kitana looked against the wall near one of the Crosses and saw the wide array of floggers, whips, cat-o-nine tails and riding crops hung neatly on the hooks, as was the case at the other Crosses. She was in awe of the pleasure and pain each piece potentially possessed, and her body shivered at the thought of what might happen to her this evening.

Before Kitana could get any closer to the toys to admire them more, Ramesses commanded, “We have guests, little one. Take your place so you may witness before participating.”

She hid her disappointment as well as she could, but I could see it in her face. She wanted to prove to Ramesses she was ready to handle whatever was thrown at her. Kitana took her place at her Sir's feet, leaning her head against his thigh as he took her hair and began running his fingers through it.

I noticed Ice's face as he saw his wife being fawned over by her Dominant. He was going to have to get over it. After all, Sin usually did the same thing with him as well, and usually openly, as Ramesses did with any of the girls we had.

“Be patient, Kitana. you will get your turn soon. I promise.” Ramesses caressed her as he said it, reading her body language.

“Yes, my Lord,” she softly replied, enjoying the feeling of him caressing her hair. They were seated near the Cross in the center of the dungeon, at a vantage point where they could see everything without much obstruction. “i can't wait to suffer at Your hands, my Lord.”

She heard light slapping noises coming from the area of the Cross. Kitana looked up and saw I was engaged in a bruising flogging display on the male submissive I'd chastised earlier in the evening, with Damian in his kneeling position, taking in the whole scene.

“Kitana…” I heard Ramesses call out to her.

She couldn't take her eyes off the force my lashes produced. What had her even more mesmerized was the look on the submissive's face; one of sheer pleasure mixed with pain. I felt the heat from her. It turned her on to see me in such an aggressive state. She unconsciously began playing with her nipples, watching me slap harder…and harder…

SMACK!

A stinging pain shot across Kitana's ass, catching her off-guard. She knew Ramesses' hand was the source of the sting, getting her attention in a way only he could. I briefly glanced over, temporarily stopping my scene, watching for her expression of being corrected in public.

“Did you forget where you were, little one?” Ramesses' eyes pierced through her like a hot knife through butter. “What were you doing with My property?”

“i'm sorry, my Lord.” she lowered her head shamefully.

“Now, what do you think I should do to you for your mistake?” Ramesses asked.

This was the tone Kitana feared the most, her Sir's anger. It was also something she wasn't quite prepared for. It was the first time she had done anything wrong. Her eyes lowered, and she replied, “You must help me to correct the mistake that i made, and You must punish me in the way that You see fit, my Lord.”

She braced for whatever Ramesses would do next. After a brief pause, I heard him say, “I will have to punish you, little one, but not right now. No one saw your transgression but Me, so, nothing has been done to embarrass us.”

He gave her a small kiss on the lips to reassure her, led her to where I was, forced her back to her knees, and commanded, “Now, watch what happens when you do not do as you are told.”

She watched me, and by this point I had taken the submissive literally by the balls and began to twist and torture and punish him more severely than before. His look no longer was of pleasure. It was now of sheer pain and a slight bit of fear of what I would do to him next. I begged him to use his safe word sadistically, but he refused every time. Finally, he got to the point where he could bear no more and cried out,
“No mas!”

Blaze, who had been watching the entire time, called him to her side as soon as he was released from the Cross so she could console and talk to him about why he was punished. Kitana also bore witness to this sight, understanding there would be comfort after the punishment.

“Do you understand now, Kitana?” Ramesses asked.

“Yes, my Lord,” Kitana answered. In her mind, it was best to watch than to receive, and if she could help it, there was no way she would earn punishment. That was, unless, she wanted to earn a “punishment,” so to speak. “May i inquire what we will be doing now, my Lord?”

“you've been a good girl so far, little one.” Ramesses stroked her face as he said it. “Now it's time you please us tonight.”

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“Remain exactly in the position you are in. Don't move a muscle.”

I ran my hands up and down Damian's body, caressing his chest, his stomach, his thighs, his calves, then back up again slowly. I never touched his shaft or his balls, though he longed and almost ached for me to do so. I wasn't about to rush this, even though my body betrayed me in ways I hadn't prepared for.

After a while I focused my attention on his now erect nipples. I allowed my fingertips to tease them, pinched them first, then gradually harder and harder. He groaned, and I noticed he closed his hands into fists.

“You had better not come until I say you can. Do you understand Me?” I said as I caressed his buttocks.

“Yes, Goddess, it is my duty to please You always.” He tried to sound calm as the first blow fell.

I spanked him at varying speeds and intensities, settling into a rhythm, increasing the speed and force of the blows, massaging and caressing his muscular buttocks between spanks and squeezing his ever-hardening girth between my fingers. I used my left hand to caress his lower back and the top of his buttocks while I spanked with my right. At times I trailed the nails of my left hand up and down his back, creating an overload of sensations on his body.

Soon we were moaning and breathing heavily as my right hand
made contact again and again. I slowed, wanting to draw our session out as long as possible, loving the delicious anticipation.

I reached underneath to tease the tips of his nipples with the fingertips of my left hand again. My right hand tenderly caressed his nicely warmed buttocks, giving him a few quick sharp spanks on the tender lower halves. He gasped at the increased sensations. I set a steady rhythm, varying the intensity of the blows all over—sometimes caressing, sometimes delivering a blow, causing Damian to cry out while tightening his thighs around his throbbing shaft.

I finally stepped away from him, needing to take a breather and get my increasing heat to calm down. I walked to the wall to get a couple of the suede floggers in anticipation of taking him over the edge. I saw Sinsual in the corner of my eye, using the pinwheels for their delicious intentions on tiger, noticing Ice off to the side in his position, watching and waiting for his turn.

I was high, craving my new sub boi. I stifled moans as the wetness trickled down my thighs as I watched his body slowly move back and forth while still cuffed to the Cross.

Damn,
I thought to myself,
was this how Ramesses felt when He was with the girls?

I took my time returning to Damian, stalking him, using the floggers in my hand as new-found weapons in a mini-war I already knew I was winning. Unfortunately, by the time I had finally gotten back to his naked form, the war I waged against my body to hold out for its own pleasure was completely lost.

Knowing my husband like I did, I knew he had a private room built in the basement, same as was the case in our own home. I scanned quickly until I saw a door near one of the Crosses, out of the way of the crowds, perfect for a clandestine escape into bliss.

I unhooked Damian from the Cross he was on, dropping him to his knees immediately upon release from his cuffs.

“Come with me, pet,” I commanded, keeping him on all fours as we headed to the room.

The private room was big enough to accommodate about four or five people, set up the same way as the room in our basement. On the four walls, candelabras were affixed, meant to be the only lighting in the room. The bed, king-sized for maximum usage, was placed and bolted to the floor in the center of the room. No windows. Colors draped in our House colors of Royal Blue and Purple. The soft feel of plush carpeting beneath our feet completed the ambiance of the room, and we noticed a door to an accompanying bathroom to clean and freshen up before leaving to join the audience in the dungeon. It was quite the simple splendor indeed.

“Lie down on the bed, pet,” I commanded.

“Yes, Goddess,” he replied, crawling onto the bed and lying on his back.

I straddled his face first, and he reached up and pulled my hips down to him, eagerly licking my dripping lips. I took my hands and began stroking his length, getting him hard enough so I could get a condom on him when the time came. I knew I couldn't hold out too much longer if he found a rhythm with his tongue. Sure enough, he found my most sensitive spot and began flicking his tongue across it.

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