Free Tempest by Shakir Rashaan Page A

to consistently give a Dominant constant eye contact, but his body language gave him away. He was smitten with her. “Being a submissive black male is not the easiest thing for women to deal with.”
    â€œWell, women tend to be a lot more narrow-minded about a lot of things, but this is not the time for that conversation.” Blaze tapped a spot next to her and then pointed at the floor near her feet—her subtle clue that she wanted him to be closer to her. “Perhaps we should speak on that later this evening at dinner?”
    â€œIt would be my honor, Ma’am.” Jelani got up from his seat and walked toward the spot Blaze pointed to. He stopped short of sitting or kneeling, lowering his eyes and standing still.
    Blaze raised her eyebrow, and my Goddess folded her arms across her chest from our spot in the room. She let him stand there for a few more moments before she asked the question to satisfy her curiosity.
    â€œAre you seeking permission to sit, Jelani?”
    â€œYes, Ma’am, i am.”
    â€œMmmm, good boi, amani has taught you well, for a newbie. you may sit.”
    As they continued their conversation separate from us, my Goddess began to lean forward, wincing as she grabbed her stomach. I reached for her, trying to find out if there was something I could do to help.
    â€œI’m okay, baby, I’m going through cramps, and they’re absolutely killing me,” she responded to my concern. “I feel so damn icky right now it’s not funny.”
    I felt a need to try and take the stress away, and I knew what would do the trick, but I needed her to trust me to perform the service for her. “Goddess, would You permit me to pamper You? I think I have a way to take Your mind off the cycle giving You so much hell right now.”
    â€œWhat are you up to, amani?”
    â€œGoddess, please, may i perform this for You? i promise You won’t regret it.”
    I spent the past year learning some of the finer aspects of service from tiger, and this service aspect would require a lot of trust from my Goddess, but I had a feeling she would agree to it because she knew everything I’d done had been with her pleasure and comfort at heart.
    She smiled, resigning herself to the same conclusion I arrived at. “Okay, baby, I will allow it. I’m not sure what you have up your sleeve, but you’ve been a good boi all this time, there’s no need for Me to think you can’t do this for Me. Let’s go.”

    â€œWhere in the world did you learn this?”
    I smiled as I went about my task, purposely ignoring her question. I was taking a big chance on incurring her wrath for not answering, but I was willing to take the chance because once I was done, she’d forget I’d even ignored her in the first place.
    At least, that’s what tiger constantly told me when I was training.
    When I’d first agreed to train under tiger to learn more advanced techniques to please my Goddess, menstrual service was the last thing I’d expected. Sure, I was an EMT, so the sight of blood didn’t nauseate me. I had other things in mind, but tiger was talking about doing some things that would set me apart from the wannabes in a major way.
    The first thing we did was sit down and go through all the angles to prepare for: the mood swings, the barking of commands, all of the other nuances that might surprise me during the service, doing whatever possible to make her comfortable, making sure if any conversation was being held, to keep the conversation light and sensual, but not overtly sexual unless I caught her in the moment where she wanted to be sexual.
    It was like going to sex education class all over again.
    I broke my silence after I ensured my setup was laid out the way I wanted it. “Goddess, may i offer You a drink to help You relax? Would You like some music to listen to while i work?”
    â€œNot until you answer My question,