Sample Sunday... from The Awakening, releasing December 3, 2013: Amenhotep’s estate, The Palace, was an extravagant 15 bedroom home He purchased from a former CEO of a Fortune 500 company. The house had it all, complete with a front driveway that stretched out a half mile from the main road, 300 acres of land for ultimate privacy, especially with the things that went on outside of the house, a spacious basement which housed a twenty seat projection room among the other amenities in the dungeon, and a three hundred thousand gallon pool to boot. For a man who had nine slave girls, and was about to collar a tenth, that’s still a lot house to deal with. But Amenhotep didn’t worry about such things. He had ten male service slaves who were sent out by their owners to tend to estate on a weekly basis, and three of his slave girls were designated service slaves as well. It was a lot larger than the four-bedroom, three-car garage home with basement Neferterri and I owned, but hey, we all had to start somewhere, right? As we drove up to the front door, I noticed the way the lighting was set up for the special occasion: the “House” colors of Crimson and Black were on proud display, and could be seen from the specialized lighting surrounding the house before we even had a chance to turn into the driveway. The service “bois” were outside, as usual, parking the cars in the designated area as the guests arrived, with certain spots being held for special attendees, to mark their status within the community. These were usually the out of state guests who have national and international status within the BDSM community, as there would be some who were able to fly down for tonight’s occasion. You would have thought a few dignitaries were in attendance tonight as well, as we saw the fleet of different limousines that were also parked in their area as well. Neferterri and I had the same thought: this latest one must be something special for all of this to occur. But then again, knowing Amenhotep, it’s always difficult to tell, as He was, Himself, nationally known and respected. We were greeted at the front door by paka, Amenhotep’s Alpha slave. She wore a black cigarette girl’s outfit and four inch heels. We all knew the rest of the girls would be specially outfitted tonight, and saw one of the other girls dressed in a see through cat suit as proof. A new slave would be accepted among them, and it would be done in grand fashion, as each one of them had been acquired before her. “Good evening, m’Lord, m’Lady. My Master has been expecting You.” paka bowed her head as she spoke, in show of respect. “May this girl relieve You of Your submissives so they may prepare Your area and Your room?” Neferterri answered, “Yes, you may, paka. They know what they need to do.” paka nodded as she led jamii and nuru to dungeon area in the basement, while the other of the slave girls, jazi, led shamise up to the bedroom to unload the baggage. “paka looks radiant tonight, don’t You think?” Neferterri asked me paka disappeared with our girls. “You know she made sure she outshined the other girls, baby,” I remarked, noticing the extra sway in paka’s hips as she walked away from us. “You should know that everyone in the house knows where she stands, regardless of whose night it is.” “Well, I guess we need to find out who is in attendance, and where they all are,” Neferterri commented, leading the way, just enough for me to enjoy when she walks away. We walked through the main foyer, passing by the other guest bedrooms on the main floor, noticing the new changes to the walls, including the new paintings hung since our last visit a month ago. We dropped by the dining area to pick up some hors d’oeuvres, noticing the other slave girls going about their business during a function such as this one, catering to the VIP guests, making sure wine glasses were kept full. I took notice of the risqué outfits the girls wore, and a mischievous grin spread across my lips. Having witnessed each of their collaring ceremonies, I knew what each of them was capable of doing behind closed doors. Well, not exactly closed doors. My Beloved slapped my forearm, shaking me out of my lustful thoughts. I grabbed my arm in mock protest, glaring at her as I felt the sting rushing through my arm. She didn’t flinch an inch. “You better be glad I love You, or I would have smacked that grin off Your face.” I smirked, slipping into her personal space to brush my lips against hers. She tried to move away from me, but I held her in place, holding her gaze for a few seconds before kissing her deeply. I moved my hands to the small of her back as we lost ourselves in the embrace. Once I heard the contented moan escape her lips, I broke from the kiss, watching the look in her eyes and gaining a measure of satisfaction of my own. “No matter what happens, no one comes between us, Beloved.” I caressed her cheek as I pulled her hand to my lips to kiss it. “United in battle, until death do we part, remember?” “I remember, Beloved.” She kissed me again. “Now, let’s head outside and see what’s going on.” Pre-order your copy today :) amazon/dp/B00C0CPCTA
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