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  “You better, or this next year won’t be as smooth as the past year,” Candy stated.

  shamise couldn’t stop herself from giggling, and I gave a silent cue by tapping her on her hip, alerting her to calm down. I admit, it was funny to watch them argue like an old married couple, but I needed to have my submissive conduct herself accordingly, regardless of who was in our company.

  “Anyway, if it pleases my Daddy, i would like to find some time to talk to you two. We have got to catch up sometime this week; i haven’t seen you guys since i came back home.” shamise turned her head and looked up at me to get permission. I nodded my head, bringing a smile to my baby girl’s face.

  “Cool, we’re looking forward to it.” Jay wrapped his arm around Candy’s waist to pull her off in a separate direction. “We want to enjoy the island for a couple of days before we try to relax and sit down.”

  “Consider that done, now go enjoy the island; we have other matters to attend to.” I walked in the direction I was in with shamise in tow as we waved goodbye to them. It was good to see Candy glowing again, and I took solace in the fact that Jay was the one taking good care of her. Call me selfish, and I had no problems being proud of that, but I took good care of the women in my life.

  We walked along the torch-lit pathway, enjoying the couples who dined in the intimate tents that were placed near the paths. She kissed my neck and held my hand the entire walk, blushing every time I playfully smacked her ass or tugged on her bikini bottom while whispering nasty things in her ear. She relished in the attention, almost tuning out anyone that walked by us to engage in friendly conversation.

  I’ll admit I enjoyed it, too. I enjoyed doing this type of thing with both girls and with my Beloved; it strengthened the bonds and connection I have with all three of them. I made a note to continue doing that once we got back home.

  Once we got to our next destination, I slowly pulled the tarp back, leading shamise inside to bear witness to the change of scenery and stimulation overload she would soon experience.

  What she saw took her breath away.

  Along with the small crowd inside the large tent, shamise saw nearly a dozen slaves, regardless of gender, being subjected to what could be described as a modern-day kinky rendition of the legendary “Night of a Thousand Lashes” from the Arabian Nights collection of tales.

  Be it by dragon tails, cat-o-nine tails, whips, and everything in between, the collective sounds of submissive and slave alike being whipped into oblivion by their Master or Dominant were like a symphony being played live at Carnegie Hall.

  I slipped my arms around her waist, trying my best to bring her mind and body closer together into a wondrous mix of pleasure and pain. “You know why I’m torturing you; don’t you, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy, i know why.”

  “Tell Me why.”

  “You love torturing me, Daddy,” she purred. “You know how i react to being teased and tortured, and You love it.”

  “That’s My good girl.” I kissed her cheek. “You also know I won’t torture you for too much longer; don’t you, baby girl?”

  “No, Daddy, i know You won’t.” shamise couldn’t stop grinning as her focus shifted to a submissive being whipped by dragon tails. “i couldn’t imagine You torturing me to harm me, ever. Neither You nor my Goddess.”

  “There’s one more thing I want you to see.” I took her hand and led her out of the tent. We walked toward the main building, greeting guests along the way. She soaked in the interactions, blushing at the compliments of her leading the dancers earlier and blushing more at the suggestive compliments on her attire.

  Once we were inside the building, I led her upstairs to the bedroom areas so she could witness the coup de grace.

  “What’s up here, Daddy? i thought only the family would be staying in the main building?” shamise inquired, a bewildered look spreading across her face. I smiled as the answer to my question came in the muffled sounds of her brother, groaning and moaning behind one of the bedroom doors.

  shamise stopped in her tracks.

  “What’s wrong, precious?”

  “Is amani fucking my Goddess?”

  I understood her hesitation.

  Neferterri made it a habit of not having sex with our submissive bois in front of shamise and sajira. Her reasoning was simple: her girls should not see her in a position of submission, as it would mess with their training and psyche.

  Not every Domina functioned the same way, and not every Domina would agree with her, either, but Neferterri was not any run-of-the-mill Domina.

  Yeah, I was biased, sue me.

  While I was well aware not to regress her training, or her sister’s training, for that matter, I also knew what my Beloved was up to. In fact, it was something I knew shamise would want to see. I was so certain of it that I didn’t bother answering her question and led her into the bedroom.

  She looked as if she’d seen her favorite fantasy come true, and the smile across her lips couldn’t be held in even if she tried.

  Her Goddess and her brother submissive were intensely engaged all right, but not in the conventional manner she originally dreaded.

  amani was on all fours between Neferterri and sajira, taking his Goddess’s strap-on while orally servicing sajira. His arms were bound behind his back and he was in the “down dog” position, unable to move or much of anything else, honestly.

  “Oh…my…God.” shamise gasped in awe of the scene playing out in front of her. She took particular notice of the whip marks and trails of blood on amani’s skin. She leaned against me to keep her balance. “He looks so…mmmm; damn, look at those cuts and marks.”

  The next thing she felt were sharp, stinging sensations against her skin.

  Her breath caught in her throat, but it didn’t stay there long. It might have had something to do with the fact that my fingers clasped around her neck to cut off her airway as I took the knife, concealed inside of the pendant around my neck, and began to cut across her chest.

  sajira had been bound in chains with her legs spread wide and tied down to her arms. There was nothing for her to do but take whatever, or whoever, came her way, whether she wanted them to or not. Her eyes were shut tightly, her body convulsing with each orgasm that swept through her body.

  The moans coming from amani and sajira combined with the nearly electric sensations of the blade cutting across her skin conspired to send her into the euphoric depths of her consciousness.

  “Daddy…damn.” Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to keep her eyes open, torn between being a voyeur or giving in completely to what her body wanted. “Hurt me, please, i’m begging you.”

  With my fingers still firmly clasped around her neck, I lifted her slightly enough so her feet barely touched the floor. I took the blade and sliced her hip, riding the blade along the curves like a Porsche on the Stelvio Pass.

  “You better not come, pet,” I warned as I consistently pushed the buttons I knew would send her over the edge, and releasing the pressure to bring her back. “Not until I tell you to.”

  She frantically nodded, refusing to speak to focus on the agonizing line between pain and pleasure she precariously tight-roped.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my Beloved wearing our boi out, her nails gripping his ass to really get some work in. Watching sajira trying her best to keep from passing out from the consistent tongue action being performed on her by a skilled family member had me smiling wide. I didn’t stare too long because I didn’t want to cut my property too deeply, although she wouldn’t have cared either way now that she was in a fully enraptured flight.

  “Goddess, he’s making me come again!” sajira screamed as her body quivered through another wave. “i can’t take any more, please, Goddess, please, i can’t—”

  Neferterri was in a zone, ignoring our little one’s impassioned pleas for relent. She continued to tear into amani, pushing off her own release until there was no other choice. She finally noticed sha
mise and I were in the room with her, bringing an evil smile to her face.

  “you’d better take care of us, bitch!” she growled, slapping his ass for good measure. “There’ll be hell to pay if you don’t!”

  I kept shamise flying high, whispering all the things I planned to do once I let her down, grinning at the incoherent rebuttal she attempted to convey, her body shuddering with each swipe of the blade across every erogenous zone I committed to memory.

  “Fuck, I’m coming!” I heard Neferterri yell as she pushed as hard as she could into amani, collapsing to the side of where he and sajira lay. A trembling hand reached for the quick release on the binds around amani’s arms, pulling them to free his arms. “Release your sister, amani.”

  Realizing the focus would now be on us, I whispered in shamise’s ear, “It’s showtime, baby. It’s time to take you into the abyss.”

  I dropped the blade to the floor so I could get a better grip where I knew it would cause the quickest explosion, my fingers plunging deep into her sex. It was only a matter of time before I would hear the sweet sounds of my baby’s waves crashing over her.

  “Please, Daddy, I’m there, please, let me go!” shamise begged with what voice she had left straining against the pressure of my grip around her throat. “I’ve been a good girl, Daddy, please!”

  I released my grip, waiting for the familiar tremors to announce themselves before she went into the throes of orgasmic bliss. I held her tightly across her chest, making sure she knew her flight and landing would be safe from harm.

  “She looks so sensual when she’s flying, Goddess,” sajira commented as she watched her sister in my arms. “God, she’s so sexy when she comes.”

  Neferterri’s eyes sought mine, recognizing the familiar devious gleam that made her swoon when she wanted me to take over. “Yes she is, and your Daddy seems to be in rare form, too, baby. There must have been some displays going on out on the island.”

  I kept my focus on shamise, knowing her stay in the stratosphere could last but so long before I slowly, but surely, brought her back into her conscious state.

  “shamise…precious…come back to Me,” I whispered in her ear. I lowered us to the love seat near the bed, as I felt her body take its toll on my grip. I laid her head on my chest to hear my heartbeat, ensuring she had a secured entry point when she awoke from her trip.

  amani sat up from his spot on the bed, shifting his focus to the aftermath of not only what happened to him, but realizing that shamise and I were in the room. “Is shamise okay? How long was i out?”

  Neferterri giggled as she kissed his forehead. “Not long, baby, but your takeoff was quick and powerful. You’re okay now. your Sir and sis came in as you were taking flight.”

  shamise finally opened her eyes, suddenly looking up to find mine before scanning the rest of the room as though she’d seen it for the first time. She buried her face in my neck to hide her blushing cheeks.

  “you’re okay, baby girl, there’s no one in here but family,” I reassured as I lifted her face to show what I told her was true.

  “i felt like i was floating away.” shamise wiped the sweat from her forehead, sitting up while in my arms. She finally found sajira, who was smiling at her. Her hair was tousled and she tried her best to run her fingers through it to make herself look presentable.

  “That’s because you were floating away, sis. If it weren’t for Daddy doing what He usually does, you’d still be out of it.” sajira giggled as she got up from the bed. “Sounds like another day in paradise to me.”

  Yeah, it was definitely another day in paradise. I found myself wondering if the morning would be as wonderful as what the night had been. It was a safe bet that it would be hard to beat, that much was for certain.

  “We need to get some sleep; there’s a lot to do in the next few hours.” I looked over at Neferterri, sharing a knowing grin between us, realizing the week had only begun.

  TWO RAMESSES

  “This is a beautiful island, Sir. How in the world did you pull this off?”

  I walked with an early morning group on a tour of the grounds the next day, taking in the sights and enjoying the “oohs” and “ahhs” from the crowd every time we stopped to point out a landmark. We’d left the main building by golf cart caravan, moving through the landscape, which had taken some considerable time in putting together.

  Let me tell you, taking on this project was more exhausting than the three compounds—NEBU, Deshret, and Thebes—combined. The logistics alone were daunting, with Dominic and I traveling extensively to oversee construction, excavation, and animal control and relocation. Thank the gods Neferterri and the girls were able to take care of things while I was away.

  The initial business plan was to cater to the more affluent swingers who wanted the ultimate in privacy before expanding to the kink community to keep things viable. By the time we got word to the alternative community at large, Stateside and globally, things got so busy that we had to hire a full-time, year-round staff to keep up with demand.

  It was a good problem to have, but it was still a problem.

  The island was located close enough to Nassau’s Lynden Pindling International Airport to make it feasible to travel, and ironically enough, the original name of the island was Devil’s Cay. After searching the Bahamas for the perfect private location, Neferterri and I were able to locate this prime piece of real estate: 170 acres of island paradise, ripe for the taking and renovating. The way we figured, it was easier to have patrons fly down to Nassau and then take the thirty-minute yacht ride up to the island. Dominic and I agreed it was the more efficient option to keep from paying for private jets and crews.

  Sure, there were some hitches along the way, I will admit, but it wasn’t supposed to be a walk in the park, either. Thankfully, everything came together when it needed to, especially when we brought in the personnel to get the purchase and zoning permits taken care of.

  In the group touring with me were Amenhotep and Osiris, Blaze and Sin, and about six other people, including the persons who represented the answer to the question posed once we exited the carts to get a look at one of the fantasy and fetish locales.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Jameson from London,” I announced. Amenhotep’s grin widened as He was finally able to place the names and the faces together. He’d only communicated with the Jamesons through the various phone conferences we’d had over the past few months once we were close to finalizing the deal. “They were instrumental in facilitating the purchase of this island.”

  After the applause died down, Amenhotep commented, “How did you and Ramesses hook up for this endeavor?”

  “Well, our relationship began a couple of years ago, actually.” Mrs. Jameson smiled at me as she recalled the events of that day. “One of his girls…Candy, I believe was her name…did some marketing work for a campaign my husband and I were doing for our novelty company. We kept in touch after she finished our campaign, and during one of our visits back to the States, Ramesses and Neferterri asked us out to dinner and told us about what they’d planned to do and wondered if we knew anyone that dealt in real estate in the Caribbean. Little did they know that one of our other ventures was in real estate. The rest was history. It was a grand opportunity we couldn’t pass up.”

  “Well, I am glad everything turned out the way it did.” Amenhotep clapped His hand against my shoulder. “I think this was a good investment, especially when the other properties are doing so well. I should have done this with You years ago, kid.”

  I laughed at that last comment. We’d known each other for almost twenty years and He still refers to me as “kid.” I guess to Him, I always will be that youngster He trained so long ago.

  We walked down to the area where I purposely stopped the tour, so everyone could see the crown jewel of the entire island.

  “Here’s the reason I stopped at this point in the tour, folks,” I stated. I let the crowd take in the view and paused fo
r dramatic effect. “Take a gander, and you can thank Me later.”

  I stood and looked for myself, smiling at the design of the space.

  The area was surrounded by trees and brush, with the sand graded down and smoothed to look like carpet. Spread out in the midst of the clearing was gazebo-styled tents, complete with mesh screens that could be pulled back to allow air flow or left closed for semi-privacy. There was somewhere around twenty tents, spread out liberally throughout the clearing, with enough room for people to walk between the tents and not disturb the players as they engaged in their scenes, whatever the scene might be.

  Bamboo lamps adorned the outside of each of the tents, providing the intimate lighting and lending to the sensual ambiance the tents were meant for. Knowing a lot of the clientele we were accepting into the island had a fetish for outdoor play, it became easy to see why most of the faces in the small contingent lit pup. The anticipation of this evening’s activities would be further heightened by the disclosure of this locale to the rest of the patrons still resting from last night’s events.

  “Ramesses, You have outdone Yourself yet again.” Osiris shook my hand as he marveled over the attention to detail. Everything from the scarab designs on the lamps that circled the perimeter of the clearing to the large Sekhmet statues, with the goddess Sekhmet being a revered lion-headed goddess who was rumored to have controlled the Tables of Destiny, providing the gateway to the space. “This makes the compounds in the States look like practice facilities. I’m scared to find out what You shelled out to make all this happen.”

  Hell, he was scared?

  A man with lesser capital probably would have been once I disclosed the figures. I spared no expense to make sure the island was as decorated, if not more extravagant and detailed, than the properties in the States. I wanted to make sure these grand opening attendees would go home and brag and rave about the island.