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thekingjadechronicles · 2 years

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Trials of a Domme III

Enjoy a little story about the first time... I- well. Just keep reading.

"Sunny. Have you ever been in love?"

She shot him a look of interest which he returned with a look of questioning. They were platonically spooning and watching Ink Master on a Sunday afternoon when she put his hand between her thighs, being careful of his freshly inked tat which was covered to heal.

"Charlie," he played with the name on his lips. "You've asked me that twice, what's going on?"

Her eyes said this wasn't about love but sexual exploration. She had no personal experiences to reference, only research organized by positions, anatomy, and the science behind stimulation. Kink was its own extensive document. She'd observed Sunny up close with several submissive partners, all requiring different treatment, equipment, and planning. All having different mental processes and motivations that fueled their kinks. She'd been in the room to observe a few of her friends in the act as well--up close and personal. Charlie had seen, in reality, all genders and sexualities in the experience of sex. Still, she had no personal experience. She couldn't speak from a personal standpoint. She hadn't felt any of the unique sensations she wrote about.

"It's not for everyone, Charlie, don't force it."

"But hear me out--It would be beneficial for you to let me suck your dick."

"No," Sunny smirked.

"Yes! Let's do it. It'll be fun."

"You're not read-Where is Miranda when you need her?"

Dragging a hand across his lap, she stood and began flipping her 20 inch Malaysian bundles, dusting the thin strap of her yellow dress off her shoulder. His attention was caught.

"With the Deltas enjoying a peaceful Sunday now don't change the subject."

"No, Charlie."

Her body turned as her dress dropped to her waist displaying perfectly plus-sized curved body lines.

"The action is not the thought. You don't know how you'll respond to texture, taste, and smell."

"Which is exactly why you're the ideal practice dummy.

His plush loving eyes followed her fingertips closely as they traced the outline of her bra cups digging in but sliding over the satin instead of pulling it down. She smiled when the intensity left his face, sliding her hands down her pudgy stomach into the line of where the yellow dress sat. A little further down and she bit her full bottom lip to show him how good it felt when she touched herself. Of course he couldn't see her do it, but anywhere her hands went, his eyes went.

"Just tell me how it feels," she teased tossing her hair once more and pushing up her boobs. His gaze followed her finger as it trailed up to get caught between her straight white teeth. "I'm gonna suck your dick, Sunny." She was firm but gentle and he'd said nothing, too focused on her mouth.

Shimmying the dress past her wide hips, she guided it to the floor and unclasped her bra giving him a quick flash and smiling it off.

"Close your mouth," she whispered taking it off when he did. Her panties she left on, approaching him to snatch a pillow to kneel on in front of him. She'd hid strawberry lube under it in anticipation of this moment.

He braced himself as though she might attack him, eyes fixed on hers, and she snatched his red joggers completely off, parting his thighs with eye contact daring him to stop her. His dick was standing and moving on its own.

Her hands covered in slippery wet lube slid over and massaged his inner thighs and lower abdomen before focusing on his dick and balls as a unit. She massaged them together as though they were nothing more than extra skin deposits. Over and over before focusing on the skin of his shaft, tugging up and pushing down. She could hear his breaths and the slicks noises coming from the lube. His tip was playing hide and seek in her hand, the foreskin being moving with her motions. She could feel the muscles react and she squeezed more and less based on what she'd witnessed from all the real sex she'd seen. Her fingertips drumming on his sack as she tugged his dick had his abs tensing. He could’ve came if he'd wanted to.

She continued with two hands tugging on his dick, smoothing and squeezing it up before just jacking it normally. There was a switch she felt where he was fighting it.

"Sunny, you should simply.. relax."

She focused on his wet tip squeezing it more and swirling her palm over it. His ass began to rise from the cushion when she returned to tugging and he gasped loudly for air, gulping as his cum spilled down her knuckles. Gently she squeezed his base and resumed jerking while he panted, his thighs moving. His legged kicked. She added a touch more lube, jacking quicker as she cupped his balls and when she stopped and waited, his dick spit again. He was cursing under his breath.

"Maybe I've learned a thing or two from watching you," she smirked stroking his shaft slowly as his stomach rose and fell. It took less than a minute of sucking for him to erupt once more with a gasping rattle.

"Charlie," he tried to warn but it was too late. This time it dribbled out Charlie's mouth down her chest. She gagged briefly but kept sucking and massaging his balls until he got one more off. She spit that out too and stopped, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "Not bad for a first time."

"I'm a pay you," he joked whilst laid out.

"I'll take it."

Charlie let him get himself together while she rinsed with a minty mouthwash and grabbed a soapy wet hand towel to wipe her mouth, chin, neck, and chest between her boobs to her stomach. His entire lap was next. "I got it," he groaned taking it from her so she sat back leaning on her arms. "How was it," he asked.

"Honestly?"

"No, lie."

"Well. The hand job was cool, I don't mind that. The sucking I can see getting tired real quick. The CUM?" She wretched. "No offense, it tasted like air freshener."

"Yeah, it's the lube brand, I don't buy that kind."

"And then the texture," she whined. "I wasn't ready, it just slipped down my throat!"

"My bad," he sighed sitting up. "I meant to warn you."

"I know.." She pulled her dress back over her head while he pulled up his pants. She couldn't wait to log the experience in her notes.

"Damn.. You triggered my submissive side," he smirked looking a bit shy about it. Aftercare crossed Charlie's mind and she cuddled up beside him on the couch kissing him on the cheek. "Was this your first experience as a domme," he gasped scaring her as realization dawned. Charlie's quick gasp followed.

"OMG," she gaped. "Sunny!"

"Don't flip out and start overthinking things!"

"I'm not! But OMG! I gotta tell Miranda."

"Don't you fucking dare!"

Charlie ran to her phone on the charger with Sunny tackling her 3/4ths of the way while she giggled. "SUNNY I HAVE TO TELL HER!"

"CONFIDENTIALITY!"

"SUNNY PLEASE!"

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nolareignudaku · 2 years

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Premise & Characters | Meet Nola | Sisterwives |Taglist (Comment to be Added)

Prologue - The Backstory

Act I - The Prodigy

Act II - The Artist Formerly Known as Hennessy

Act III - Big Stunna

Act IV - The Dealer & the Stoner

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josephine-udaku · 2 years

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Daddy’s Little Girl (Part 1)

48 hours had passed since Josephine’s extraction of power and now she was fully recovered and standing naked in front of a floor to ceiling mirror examining every inch of her body. Everything about her body felt weird, but she didn’t feel like she had lost any of her powers. There was no physical difference, besides Josephine’s typical vibrant violet eyes were now a dull periwinkle. While Josephine was minding her business, an obnoxious knock on her bedroom door, and then an abrupt opening of her door forced her and Malcolm to lock eyes in her mirror. Josephine raised her eyebrow, “May I help you?”

Malcolm’s face swiftly switched from its regular beige color to a flushed red as he hastily diverted his eyes to the floor once he realized that Josephine was naked. “Ah… um… Empress Josephine, I didn’t mean to burst in on you while you were indecent, but it is time for us to leave.”

Josephine discreetly clenched her thighs at the sound of Malcolm’s deep voice and furrowed her eyebrow up at his bashfulness, “Have you never seen a naked woman before, Malcolm?”

Malcolm continued to lock eyes with the floor, “Um… Empress… Empress Josephine, I do not believe that is an appropriate question to ask.”

Josephine placed her hands on her hips and sarcastically cackled, “Appropriate? I don’t think it’s appropriate to barge into royalty’s room after only knocking once. If I wanted to, I could have your head for this misconduct.”

The possibility of being reprimanded for his actions caused Malcolm to raise his head ready to defend himself, but he then quickly placed his head back down after remembering that Josephine was still standing in front of him exposed. “My deepest apologies, Empress Josephine. I just wanted to ensure that the message was delivered to you. We must leave. Our flight will take off in 10 minutes.”

“Look at me Malcolm.” Josephine watched as Malcolm hesitantly raised his head to make direct eye contact with her once again. “Never enter my room without being formally invited to do so and never give me orders like you are the Emperor. I may have lost some of my abilities, but I am still your Empress. Understood?”

“Understood, Empress.” Malcolm slipped and let his doe eyes travel up and down Josephine's slim, thick figure and admired the curviness of her ass before bowing his head and leaving.

Malcolm’s lustful gaze didn’t go unnoticed by Josephine as a devious smirk took over. “Hmm… this mission might be a fun one.”

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After 16 hours of flying, four layovers, and fighting to book the last available presidential suite in Houston, Texas, Josephine collapsed from exhaustion onto the California king bed situated in the middle of the hotel room. When Josephine found out that teleportation was one of her abilities that she lost, she was boiling with wrath. Josephine despised the idea of traveling like a mortal and felt that all the time spent sitting down waiting to get from point A to point B could have been used for something more productive. Between you and me, it was a good thing that Josephine was unable to access her full abilities and go on a bloodlust rampage.

Malcolm on the other hand loved to travel and was accustomed to traveling around the world like a mortal. As a warlock, Malcolm was never given the ability to teleport so public transportation was all he knew. This was also an exciting mission for Malcolm because he had never traveled to the USA and was like a kid in a candy store the way he was fascinated with American culture and architecture.

“Hmm… so this room only has one bed.” Malcolm had just finished admiring every element of the presidential suite before plopping his 6’7ft and 205 lbs body down on the edge of the bed, causing Josephine’s 5’9 frame to jump up from the mattress and land abruptly back down onto the bed.

If looks could kill, Malcolm would be floating headless somewhere in the ocean right now. Josephine glared at Malcolm and threw a pillow and a small throw blanket on the heated floor before kicking him in his back with her foot. “You can sleep on the floor.”

Malcolm tilted his head to the right and looked at the bedding Josephine threw on the ground and let out a low grunt before turning around to grab her ankle. Josephine was flabbergasted as she watched Malcolm crawl up on top of her body and firmly place her ankle next to her ear as he got face to face with her. Josephine was now in an interesting pose while Malcolm held onto her ankle and breathed deeply in front of her. “I would never disrespect the throne or disrespect my Empress, but I will not be sleeping on the floor tonight like a dog.”

Josephine chortled as she tried to maneuver out of the suggestive position she was currently in. “You’re nothing more than a lap dog for my father. Be a good bitch and lay down.”

Malcolm unknowingly tightened his grip around Josephine's ankle and clenched his jaw in an attempt to hold back what he really wanted to say... “I’m a top Sudan warlock soldier who was assigned the mission-”

Josephine fluttered her eyes and shifted them from deep auburn to a dull periwinkle. “Release me and lay down on the floor. Now.”

Josephine watched as Malcolm physically struggled with being in control of his free will and falling under Josephine's hypnotic command. Josephine took note that her ability to hypnotize has been weakened but not completely lost. It seemed like it was a 50/50 chance against others who dwelled in magic. After a few seconds of fighting Josephine’s command, Malcolm finally let his body give in and released Josephine’s ankle and made his way to where the pillow and throw blanket laid on the floor beside the California King bed. A cocky grin was plastered on Josephine's face as she watched Malcolm undress himself until he was down to his boxers that revealed a semi-erect bulge.

Malcolm watched Josephine’s eyes trail down his barely covered body and decided to take the moment to return the energy given. The thin white t-shirt Josephine had on revealed her aroused chocolate nipples and the thin white leggings she had on showed a visible outline of her fat cat that winked when Malcolm made eye contact with it. Malcolm bit down on his plump bottom lip and snickered to himself. “Is there anything else you desire from me tonight, Empress?”

Josephine caught on to the sexual entendre laced in Malcolm’s question and licked her lip-gloss coated lips before jumping out of bed and undressing herself until she was nude. “I desire nothing else from you tonight. I am going to take a shower.”

Malcolm nodded at Josephine’s response as he awkwardly laid down on his makeshift bed for the night and mumbled to himself, “At least the ground is warm.” A couple minutes had passed, and Malcolm was drifting away to sleep when a sudden blaring light and the sound of running water forced him awake. Apparently, Malcolm had missed the see-through shower window when he was admiring the presidential suite. As if Malcolm was in a lustful trance he sat up and watched Josephine rinse and lather her naked body as she made direct eye contact with him and glared into his soul. Malcolm’s mouth hung slightly open as his hand drifted to the growing bulge in his boxers while he observed Josephine seductively take the soapy hotel washrag and pay ample attention to each erotic part of her body. First to get attention were Josephine’s breast, as she glided the towel over each breast and began rubbing her mahogany nipples until they were covered in suds. Next to get attention was Josephine's defined stomach and snatched waist. Malcolm began to rub himself through his boxers as he watched Josephine ring her towel out and let the suds travel down her body until they dripped off her thick mound.

The sexual tension between Malcolm and Josephine had grown thicker than peanut butter that was left in the freezer. Josephine noticed that Malcolm was stroking his hardened member through his boxers and motioned with her finger for him to join her in the shower. Malcolm did not need to be told more than once and in a flash, he was hovering over Josephine's soapy body while the sizzling shower water cascaded down his back. Josephine and Malcolm exchanged glances of lust with each other for what seemed like an eternity before Malcolm grabbed the washcloth from out of Josephine’s hand and bent down to face her trimmed mound. Malcolm hovered the washcloth over her body and looked up at her, “Do I have your permission to clean you, Empress?” Josephine silently nodded as Malcolm placed tender kisses on her pelvic and dragged the hand towel up and down both of her legs, and jiggly ass until they were covered in bubbles. “You must spread your legs apart for me to clean you here as well, Empress.” As Malcolm had the towel hovering over Josephine’s mound, she slowly spread her legs apart, causing water and soap that was sitting in the crevice of her ass to travel forward and drip to her love cave. Josephine was shocked and confused when Malcolm handed her back the washcloth, but the confusion quickly washed away when the feeling of Malcolm’s thick tongue traveling up and down her slit explained what his idea of “cleaning” meant. Josephine threw her head back against the shower wall and started moaning, twisting, turning, and convulsing as Malcolm twirled his skilled tongue over her sensitive bub. Malcolm noticed that Josephine was close and hurriedly placed her on top of his shoulders as he continued to eat her pussy to a fulfilling orgasm and made his way over to the bed.

Malcolm didn’t miss a beat as he continued to eat on Josephine like she was the last supper and placed her down onto the bed. The different sensations from the now wet sheets clinging to her body, and the feeling of Malcolm sliding his tongue in and out of her pulsating walls that craved friction had her crying out in pleasure. “Right there… right there Malcolm.” Malcolm hummed in delight in knowing he was satisfying Josephine and decided it was time to switch up his technique as he latched his lips onto her aroused clit and his mouth started working like a real life rose toy. Josephine clawed at Malcolm’s curls and arched her back from the bed as she hit a wall of pleasure and let the feeling take over her body.

The sensual moment between Malcolm and Josephine didn’t last long when the unexpected blaring sound of his phone ringing killed the vibe. Like a trained pet running to its master, Malcolm rushed to answer his phone as if he didn’t have a living goddess laying in the bed ready to let him do whatever he wanted to her. Josephine didn’t have to guess who Malcolm was speaking with, the slight timidity in his usual boisterous tone told her everything she needed to know. The conversation between Malcolm and Josephine’s father was short, sweet and to the point. Her father inquired about where they were staying, if the trip was running smoothly, and the update tracking coordinates for Erik Killmonger.

Josephine sighed to herself as she stared up at the ceiling slightly frustrated. Even if the moment was short, it was nice to experience a new lover after going through a 2,000-year dry spell. The sudden feeling of big, calloused hands gripping Josephine’s thighs caused her to sit up and look down at Malcolm who was about to return to being her personal head monster. Josephine reached down to the top of Malcolm’s head and gripped his hair with aggression. “What are you doing?”

Malcolm looked at Josephine with a confused look, “I’m getting ready to give you more pleasure, Empress.”

Josephine pushed Malcolm’s head back away from her, “For a second I almost forgot how you act like you desire to lick the soles of my father’s feet. Your services are no longer needed for the night.”

Malcolm let go of Josephine’s thighs and stood up, letting his towering frame loom over Josephine. “Am I wrong for showing our Emperor the respect he deserves?!”

Josephine looked up at Malcolm, “You only know the façade he puts on. I know the real Samore, and the real Samore doesn’t deserve to walk this earth.”

Malcolm reached out for Josephine’s neck and choked her as he let the weight of his body fall on top of her, causing their bodies to sink into the middle of the bed. “Do you dare threaten the life of the Emperor? We should all be grateful for the work he has done to build such a strong empire!”

Josephine grabbed at Malcolm’s wrist and clamped down on it with her hand until a loud snap was heard. The sudden rush of pain caused Malcolm to try and retrieve his hand away from Josephine’s grips, but she kept his hand in place. “Oh, look at the great soldier trying to run.” Josephine tightened her grasp causing Malcolm to become even more erratic with attempting to free himself from her hold. “My father is a coward who trained his only child to become a weapon of mass destruction. Every war he entered and won, he won because of me.” Josephine squeezed her hand even tighter causing the veins in her hand to appear. “Every nation that was successfully invaded and conquered after I was born, was because of me.” Josephine blinked and her new dull purple eyes darkened to a deep lavender. “Every victory that Sudan has written down in its propaganda history books is because of ME! I am the Empress of Chaos! I am the reason we are a thriving nation!” Josephine finally released Malcolm’s hand and quickly leaned in close to his ear, “And the only reason the Empress of Chaos isn’t going to snap your neck tonight is because you were a decent bitch to her and made her cum… Next time she won’t be so merciful.”

With those final words Josephine snapped her fingers and a strong gust of wind soared through the hotel room destroying everything in its way and flung a wounded Malcolm into a corner. “Be a good little dog and sit for your Empress until she tells you to move.” Once again Malcolm was fighting Josephine’s hypnosis command and wanting to have his free will. Josephine watched in delight as Malcolm’s eyes darkened to a burgundy red with a murderous intent as he unwillingly bent his towering frame down to sit in a corner like a dog. The sound of Malcolm grinding his teeth in frustration became music to Josephine’s ears as she dramatically yawned, casted a spell to dry the damp bed sheets, fluffed the pillows on the bed, and laid down to rest. “We have such a big day tomorrow, Malcolm. See you in the morning.” With a final snap of her fingers Josephine blackened the suite as she drifted off to sleep, with the only thing visible being Malcolm’s red eyes full of anger in the corner.

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josephine-udaku · 2 years

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Red Lights In Texas (Part 2)

The car ride back to the hotel was an anxious silence. Neither Josephine nor Malcolm said a word as Malcolm cautiously drove through downtown Houston, Texas and Josephine played her role as a passenger princess. Occasionally Josephine would look over at the way Malcolm’s hands gripped on the wheel and thought back to how his hands gripped on her thighs as he slurped her juices into his mouth. The silence continued for three more red lights, until Malcolm finally decided to speak up, “Why did Theo say that you enjoyed vulgar language, Empress?”

Josephine continued to focus her attention on the scenery of the city, “Because I do.”

Malcolm tightened his grip on the wheel, “And how did he find that out?”

Josephine quietly sighed, “How do you think he found out Malcolm?”

Malcolm clicked his jaw, “I do not know. I saw you both exit from a back room and wish to not make any assumptions, Empress”

Josephine shifted her gaze away from the window and focused it on Malcolm as she placed her hand on his inner thigh. “Do you think I fucked him, Malcolm? Have I ever given you the impression that I, the great Empress of Sudan, would sleep with an enemy?”

Malcolm looked at Josephine, looked down at her hand on his thigh, and back at the road. “No, Empress. I would never assume that you would partake in such treacherous behavior.”

Josephine leaned in closer to Malcolm and nibbled on his ear, “Well you must not know your Empress very well because not only would I fuck Theo, but I would also do it from sunup until sundown. But to answer your question, the way he retrieved that observation was from simply talking to me. Something you should do more if you weren’t so fearful of me.”

Malcolm stopped at a red light and turned to cup Josephine’s chin, as he looked deep in her eyes. “Look me in the eyes Empress and tell me if you see fear in them. I fear nothing. I respect you and that is why I act the way I do with you.” Josephine grinned as her cheeks sat smushed between Malcolm’s large hand. The man who she accidentally broke earlier no longer existed, and the man that she was assigned to do this mission with was back with a vengeance and a point to prove. Malcolm noticed the small smirk on Josephine’s glossed lips an rubbed his thumb over them, causing her to open her mouth just enough for him to place his thumb in her mouth. A small moan left Malcolm’s throat as he watched his Empress dip his thumb in and out between her lips and ever so often, twirling her tongue around the tip of his thumb. “Empress-…”

The green ambient lighting from the stop light caught Josephine’s attention as she popped Malcolm’s thumb out of her mouth and retreated into her seat. “Take me back to the hotel Malcolm.”

No further instructions were needed as Malcolm hastily made his way back to the hotel. According to the GPS, the remainder of the drive should have taken 40 minutes but somehow Malcolm was able to make it back in 10. When Malcolm and Josephine finally made it back to their presidential suite, they both stopped in their tracks at the smell of a familiar magic lingering around. Without thinking Malcolm guarded Josephine with his body as he cautiously stepped inside of their room. To Malcolm’s surprise there stood Samore looking out the window and admiring the view of the lit-up city.

“I send you both on this mission to do one job and I get reports back that you both have engaged in a forbidden battle with the son from one of our allied enemies.”

Josephine snapped for a robe to cover her scarcely covered body as she rolled her eyes at her father’s nagging and walked past Malcolm who stood in the doorway like a puppy being scorned. “A battle would not have happened if I had all my powers. His death would have been quick, and the mission would still be on track.”

Samore scrutinized his eyes at Josephine, “A battle would not have happened if you learned to practice self-control for once.”

Malcolm noticed the shift in Josephine’s energy and spoke up, “Emperor Samore, please do not fault Empress Josephine for this misconduct. All the blame should be placed on me. I was the one who acted irrationally. It was Empress Josephine who stopped the battle before lives were lost.” (A half-truth)

Samore cut his eyes away from Josephine and focused his attention on Malcolm, “If what you tell me is the truth then I should have you permanently decommissioned for acting beyond your command and putting the safety of Sudan at risk.”

Malcolm bowed his head down and bent down on one knee. “I accept all repercussions for my actions, Emperor. Proceed as you see fit.”

Josephine interrupted the conversation as she walked in between where Malcolm and her father were having their discussion and made her way to the kitchenette. All the cheap liquor had Josephine starving and ready to eat anything she could get her hands on. Josephine's eyes lit up when she spotted candy bars stocked in the fridge by the hotel staff. “Baba, you do know that if you kill Malcolm, you’ll have to go through the trouble of assigning me a new guard for this mission, since you thought it was a great idea to strip away and weaken a majority of my vital powers.”

Samore pondered on Josephine’s statement and sucked his teeth in annoyance when he concluded that she was right. “Stand on your feet boy!” Rapidly, Malcolm was back on his feet and facing Samore. “This is the one and only warning you will ever receive from me. Step out of line again and I will not hesitate to have you replaced.”

“Understood, Emperor.”

Samore looked as if he was leaving when he stopped in front of the only bed in the room. “There is just one bed in this room. Where did you sleep last night Malcolm?”

Malcolm was stunned by Samore’s question and tried to remember the night before. Josephine saw that Malcolm was struggling and interjected. “Malcolm slept on the floor while I slept on the bed. Maybe if I had my teleportation powers, I could have stayed in a city that had more hotel options and teleported to Malcolm when it was time to get to work.”

Samore watched Josephine bite into a chocolate candy bar and snapped his fingers. The candy bar was now in his hand and a potion bottle was in hers. “Drink that and your teleportation ability will temporarily return until you reabsorb your powers. Also, I have been informed that Erik Killmonger will be in New York. Bring me his head.” And with that simple instruction and update on Erik Killmonger, Samore was gone.

Josephine looked at the ominous bottle in her hand and realized that her father took her candy bar, “That bald bastard.”

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josephine-udaku · 2 years

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Red Lights in Texas (Part 1)

The morning after, Josephine woke up bright and early, meditated, prayed, showered, ordered breakfast, picked out her outfit for the day, and even took the time to head downtown to explore the city. All of this occurred while Malcolm was heaving with rage from still being commanded to sit in the corner.

When Josephine returned to the hotel after her little outing, she was surprised to see Malcolm attempting to go against her command and attempt to stand up. Josephine placed her souvenirs down on the hotel kitchenette counter and pulled up a chair to sit down in front of Malcolm as she eagerly watched the giant of a man over exhaust himself. The defined muscles rolled under Malcolm’s skin as he lifted himself up from an invisible bondage. “Fuck!” Droplets of sweat mixed with a few tears slowly started sliding down Malcolm’s face until his whole body was drenched in bodily fluids and looked as if he had run a 30-mile marathon.

After a few minutes of watching Malcolm struggle to stand up, Josephine snapped her fingers to release him from her command. When Josephine noticed tears falling down Malcolm’s face, she has a vivid flashback to what her father made her endure before leaving for her mission. The sudden release caused Malcolm to fall to the floor and suck his teeth in pain as he accidentally applied pressure to his wounded wrist. Josephine leaned in close to Malcolm and palmed his bearded face that was soaked, flushed, and puffy from fatigue. “Remember your place.” Josephine held her right hand out signaling for Malcolm to lay his broken wrist on top of it. Initially Malcolm was hesitant, but his fear for what Josephine had planned if he didn’t abide by her command had him nervously obey. Josephine closed her eyes and said a small chant to herself that Malcolm couldn’t understand, while simultaneously tracing the shape of a diamond over the wounded area. A couple chants and a few hums later and Malcolm’s wrist was back to normal and felt better than before.

Malcolm pulled his hand away from Josephine and slightly leaned back on his legs with his hands resting on his thighs as he analyzed her. He couldn’t figure out her motive or what her end goal was with him. The analyzing halted when Malcolm noticed his finger imprints lingering on her neck. Even though Josephine's healing powers still worked at 100% when healing others, her ability to heal herself was slowed down by 30%. When Josephine noticed that imprints from Malcolm’s hands were still visible on her skin, she made sure to make a mental note to speak to her father about such a vital ability for her survival being weakened. Immediately after noticing the marks, Malcolm bowed his body down to the floor pleading for forgiveness. “I am sorry, Empress Josephine! Please forgive me and my irrationality, Empress!”

A wave of sadness discreetly washed over Josephine as she looked down on Malcolm groveling at her feet. She could tell that he was genuinely apologetic but also somewhat terrified of her and she hated herself for it. Although Josephine was the Empress of Chaos, she didn’t enjoy being viewed as a monster or having people fear her. Although she desired power and control, she also desired having people love and respect her. Fear was something Samore thrived off, and Josephine didn’t want to rule over people the same way her father did. Throughout the centuries Samore ruled with an iron fist drenched in blood, and his tyranny only worsened when Josephine realized she could gain some sort of acknowledgment from her father if she was violent and did his bidding. Samore used Josephine’s longing for his fatherly love to his advantage and turned her into the bloodthirsty enchantress she was today.

Even though Malcolm attacked Josephine out of anger, she knew that he was just doing what he was brainwashed to do since birth, and she couldn’t stay mad at him. “Defend the throne and kill anyone who threatens it. The throne gives you life! In return, you will lay down your life to protect it!” This was a mantra that was repeated to everyone in the Cartiér empire since the beginning of time. For the first time since meeting Malcolm, Josephine’s eyes softened, “Look at me Malcolm.” Malcom timidly looked up at Josephine and immediately felt his body go limp in addition to his eyesight going pitch black. Josephine took a quick glance at her Audemars Piguet watch, “Hm, he should reawaken in 8 hours. Gives me enough time to finish exploring the city.” Josephine snapped her fingers and a weak but feasible force lifted Malcolm’s heavy frame and placed him down onto the bed. Josephine walked over to where Malcolm laid and placed the palm of her hand at the center of his forehead before reciting a spell, “Remember the past as the past and remember the present as the present. From sunset to dawn, may your memories be the ones you hold dearest to your heart.” Josephine paused and noticed the bags beginning to form under Malcolm’s eyes from being awake for over 24 hours. “Sleep well little warrior.”

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Even though Josephine was the Empress of Sudan and an Enchantress who lived in a gold dripped Empire with the newest technology, she always had a soft spot for collector items, one of them being classic cars. The older the car the better, and Josephine’s secret love was brought to life when she saw all the decked out timeless cars driving around Texas. Josephine wasted no time locating a used car lot and settled on buying a restored 1964 Chevy Impala, candy painted a godly white and sitting on 27-inch wheels. A couple hours passed as Josephine drove around Houston, Texas blasting music and ‘swangin’ before a notification update on Erik Killmonger’s possible location pinged to a nearby strip club with bright red neon lights. “Hmm, wings and ass. Seems very American.” Josephine pulled up to the establishment ready to send Erik Killmonger to the clouds in the sky when a sudden strong whiff of dark magic caught her attention and placed her on high alert.

As far as Josephine was concerned, her only “challenge” that walked the earth was her father, but after seeing how the extraction affected abilities that would mean life or death for her, she decided that she would be overly cautious to every situation until she returned to Sudan and regained all her powers. The smell of cheap weed and liquor filled Josephine’s nostrils as she entered the strip club. Immediately all eyes were on Josephine when she strutted into the club and it wasn’t just because she was dressed like she should be performing on stage #6 wearing a see-through crop top and jean shorts that left little to the imagination, no, the extraterrestrial aura that radiated off her had every man and woman wanting to catch a glimpse of the being that graced their presence. Josephine easily walked through the crowd of dancers, bottle girls, and customers the same way Moses walked through the Red Sea. The parting of the crowd was used to Josephine’s advantage as she took the time to scan for her target. Josephine searched every corner of the club and grew more agitated every time she searched an area and all she found was everything sinful and everyone sinning. Whomever gave the tip that Erik was at this strip club would be sure to receive an earful later.

“Excuse me, are you looking for someone?” A light tap on her shoulder and the intensified smell of dark magic caused Josephine to shudder before turning around to see a peculiar looking perfect stranger eyeing her suspiciously. This perfect stranger was about 6’3, sported a slim but muscular frame adorned with mocha skin and a beard that was somehow full but patchy at the same time. The vibe that this stranger gave off didn’t match the vibe of the current environment, or at least that’s what Josephine thought. She pictured the perfect stranger somewhere in an art gallery or sitting on a beach writing poems at sunset, not in the middle of ass, titties, and dollar bills that smelled like booty juice, coochie musk, and unforgivable iniquities.

Although the attraction to the stranger was instant, the scent of dark magic that coated this man’s aroma had Josephine on pins and needles. “Maybe I am, maybe I am not. Are you in charge of this establishment?”

The perfect stranger raised his eyebrow in an inquisitive manner, “Defensive after a simple question? I can tell by your accent and…” The perfect stranger paused to blatantly look Josephine up and down as he rubbed his chin, “…and by that outfit that you aren’t from around these parts. The name is Theodore, but everyone calls me Theo.” Theo waited for Josephine to introduce herself and held out his hand for her to shake it. Josephine looked down at Theo’s hand and walked past him without saying another word and continuing her search for Erik.

In a flash, Theo teleported himself in front of Josephine causing her to stumble in her tracks. A beautiful smile that Josephine couldn’t decipher what intentions dwelled behind it plastered across Theo’s face as he reintroduced himself. “I said my name is Theo. Usually around these parts after someone introduces themselves the other person does the same thing. It’s rude not to.”

Josephine looked at Theo’s shifty eyes and watched them switch from brown orbs to crimson red, and back to brown. “I know what you are, Theo. For your own safety there’s nothing for us to discuss.” Like before, Josephine waltzed past Theo and continued her journey to find Erik until she placed her hands on her hips in frustration after coming up short again.

Josephine hadn’t noticed, but Theo was leaning against a nearby wall smoking a rolled blunt and taking in Josephine’s presence. “If you’re looking for that Erik fella you won’t find him here. That nigga probably got tipped off that someone leaked his location and dipped.”

Josephine whipped her head around in Theo’s direction, “Who said I was looking for someone named Erik.”

Theo walked close to Josephine and blew a weed infused cloud of smoke around her as if he was a dragon. “Because only someone looking for a motherfucker like Erik Killmonger would come into the hottest strip club Texas has to offer and not marvel at a pair of titties at least once.”

Josephine blushed at Theo’s brashness, “Is that the real reason you came here, Theo?”

Theo grinned with joy, “Yes! I finally got a smile from the Empress Josephine, otherwise known as the Empress of Chaos. Daughter of the Sudan Empire and heir to the throne.” Theo somehow closed the gap between him and Josephine, so they were chest and chest and now had them both pressed up against a wall in the back of the strip club where they were all alone.

Josephine flickered her eyes to a darkened violet, “So you know who I am.”

Theo blinked his eyes to a fiery crimson red, “As do you.”

Josephine stared deep into Theo’s eyes. There was something ominous and alluring about them that intrigued her into wanting to know more. “Last time I checked, the enemy of my enemy is still an enemy, so where do we go from here, Theo?”

Theo leaned in close so that his lips hovered over Josephine’s, barely raising his raspy voice above a whisper. “Wherever you want to go-”

The sound of people screaming and running out of the strip club forced Theo and Josephine to cut their intimate moment short and rush back into the club to investigate what was going on. Low and behold Malcolm was in rampage mode searching for Josephine. “Empress! Empress Josephine!”

Theo looked over at Malcolm and then back at Josephine, “I think the giant, light skin, Incredible Hulk nigga scaring all the bitches away is looking for you, Empress.”

Josephine rolled her eyes at Theo and made her way over to Malcolm. “May I inquire on why you are causing mayhem in this business? Our mission is to be discreet. Or have you forgotten your basic training as a soldier?”

Malcolm’s chest heaved up and down until he regulated his breathing, “I… I can’t really remember what happened after we got to the hotel. I can see bits and pieces, but it must have just been a dream. I must have been exhausted and passed out. When I woke and realized you were nowhere to be found I panicked and then when I received a tip that Erik would be at this location I rushed over here as soon as possible.” Malcolm paused and pushed Josephine to the side as he made eye contact with Theo and his voice dropped an octave. “But when I arrived a strong scent of dark magic and tainted blood defiled my nostrils.”

Theo sized up Malcolm and chuckled to himself before approaching him, “Dark magic and tainted blood. Hmm, that is quite the description my nigga. I could’ve sworn I was just wearing Calvin Klein cologne. Nice to see you again, MJ.” Theo held out his hand awaiting a handshake.

Malcolm looked at Theo’s hand and spit on the ground. “The name is Malcolm. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

Theo sarcastically retracted his hand and looked at Josephine who seemed completely uninterested in the conversation and was making herself a drink behind the now unattended bar. “Do they not shake hands in Sundanese culture or are you both just rude as fuck?”

Malcolm rushed to fill the gap between him and Theo with the intent to kill in his eyes. “Watch your mouth when in the presence of royalty.”

Theo continued to lustfully gaze at Josephine and bit down on his bottom lip as he watched her throat muscles move while swallowing down shots of cheap liquor. “Aye, come get your guard dog.”

Malcolm noticed how Theo was looking at Josephine and jealousy in addition to the wrath he felt began to bubble over inside of him. Without thinking he pulled an enchanted knife from out of his back pocket. “Let’s end this right here, right now.”

The sound of a now slightly buzzed Josephine plopping her ass down on the bar counter forced Malcolm to peel his eyes away from Theo and focus his attention on his barely dressed Empress. Josephine had a bottle of Tequila in her hand that she was drinking out of the bottle like it was water. “If you must have a dick swinging contest, can you guys at least wait until I get drunk enough to tune out the bickering. You sound like two children on the playground.” Josephine paused and took a big gulp out the bottle. “I hate cheap liquor. It always tastes like watered down poison. I’ll probably have to drink 500 of these bottles just to feel anything.” She paused again to take another swig. “Anyways, why are you two fighting? We all are looking for Erik.”

Theo interjected, “I’m not looking for Erik.”

Josephine tilted her head in confusion. “Then how did you know I was here looking for Erik?”

Theo shrugged and grinned, “Lucky guess.”

Josephine squinted her eyes at Theo and thought of a certain sexual position she wanted him to put her in. Theo coyly smiled and let his eyes travel down to her lazily crossed thighs. That simple eye movement was all Josephine needed to confirm that Theo had a mind reading ability. “Hmm, lucky guess indeed. Well, if you weren’t here looking for Erik then why were you here tonight?”

Theo twirled his head around and waved his arms in different directions. “It’s a strip club and I like titties and ass! Why the fuck else would I be here on a Saturday night?”

Malcolm interjected, “Have you no shame with the vulgar speech you use with the Empress?”

Theo looked at Malcolm, then at Josephine and finally back at Malcolm, “Your Empress that’s sitting over there with a Jackson 5 Afro, a see-through half shirt that barely covers her titties and hoochie mama shorts, likes all this vulgar shit. Maybe if you took the initiative and told her to do a split on your dick, you might get some action, MJ.”

Malcolm had heard enough from Theo as he charged to attack him and the two began throwing blows and swinging enchanted weapons at each other. The combat between the two men was interesting, considering the slight height difference, but that didn’t stop either of them from landing critical hits on each other. Theo would go for a right hook and in return Malcolm would go for a left uppercut. The fighting between the two men went on for 3 minutes while Josephine continued to sit on the bar and sip away on the cheap bar liquor. If she was in possession of her full abilities this fight, and previous conversation would have been over a long time ago. Theo would have been laying on the floor with his brain splattered over the dance floor and Malcolm would’ve been placed in a Pandora’s box until he figured out the needed spell to release himself. Since Josephine didn’t have her full abilities and was still figuring out what she could and couldn’t do, she decided that she was going to sit her pretty ass down and mind her business.

After 3 minutes of attempting to beat each other to a pulp, the men realized that they were an even match for each other and backed away breathing heavily and staring each other down. Unfortunately, tonight there would be no winner and both men accepted that… Or so Theo thought. Just as he was about to call it a truce for the night, Malcolm started up attacking again, causing Theo to teleport himself to a different area of the club where he could catch his breath. Malcolm was about to hunt Theo down in the club when Josephine decided she was over the battle and told Malcolm to leave with her.

“I cannot let an enemy like that walk away from me alive. I must take the opportunity to finish him off!”

Josephine grabbed Malcolm’s hand causing him to involuntary jolt with excitement from her touch. “Theo is not our target, Erik Killmonger is our target. After we kill Erik then you can worry about killing Theo. Until then, let’s go.”

Theo watched as Malcolm followed Josephine out of the club and back to the car that she drove to the club. Theo wasn’t sure when he would meet Josephine again, but he knew that the next time they met it would be an everlasting memorable moment for them both.

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The Empress of Chaos 🔮💫

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Pain of the Enchantress

The sound of soft pitter patter steps and delightful childlike giggling echoed through the golden hallways of the Cartiér kingdom. A young Josephine (age 4) who had just received a new toy doll, dashed around the kingdom with bubbling excitement in search of her mother and father. Five left turns and three right turns down the golden maze she calls home, Josephine’s excitement grew to exhilaration when she finally found her parents in her fathers study. Typically everyone except for Josephine’s mother, Marie, was banned from entering her father, Samore’s, study unannounced and uninvited… including Josephine. Under the current circumstances, 4 year old Josephine truly believed her father would make an exception to this rule to see her new doll.

“Baba! Ommi! Look! Look!” With a smile full of happiness and eyes full of joy, Josephine ran towards her parents at full speed holding her doll up high above her head. Before Josephine was able to get within arms reach of her parents, Samore whipped his finger around in the air causing an invisible force to appear between her and her parents. The appearance of the force was so unexpected for Josephine that she ran into it and knocked herself down on her back. Like any typical 4 year old that falls down to the ground, tears began to appear in the inner corners of Josephine’s eyes as she sat herself back up.

Marie, who was standing next to Samore’s golden desk, attempted to tend to her hurt child that needed Ommi’s kisses and hugs to feel better, when the pressure of an unseen force held her in place. Marie didn’t have to guess what was happening and why she was unable to move, she knew this was Samore’s doing. Marie whipped her head to the side and stared daggers into Samore’s soul, as he stood next to his extraordinary library with his arms crossed over his chest and a smug look on his face. “Let. Me. Go.” Through gritted teeth, Marie’s message to Samore was loud and clear, but unfortunately Samore didn’t care.

Samore shared a quick moment of glares between himself and Marie, before waltzing over to where Josephine sat on the floor. With another wave of his finger the invisible force was gone and Samore bent down to be eye-level with Josephine. “How quickly you have forgotten the rules, and to make matters worse you dare shed tears in front of me. Do you know what I am to these mere mortals?”

Josephine sniffled and began wiping away her tears while attempting to stop herself from crying as she shook her head, “no”, in response to her fathers question.

Samore cut his eyes away from Josephine and looked over at the doll that sat besides her and scrunched his face in disgust before picking it up and hovering it in front of Josephine’s face. “I am considered a god amongst men. Yet, I cannot produce a son to take over my empire and the one being I was able to produce is so riddled with incompetence and defects, MY OWN WIFE HAD TO GIVE UP HER POWERS TO HELP YOU!”

Josephine winced and brought her knees up to her chest at the sound of her father yelling in her face. With her voice barely above a whisper she responded, “I’m sorry Baba, I wanted to sho-”

“QUIET CHILD! You have no place to speak when in my presence. You have not earned the right to do so.” Samore’s eyes burned a blazing red as he eyed his offspring with repugnance. “How do you expect to take over my throne and run Sudan if you cannot leave these childish activities behind? You are nothing more than a weak, inferior, path-”

“ENOUGH SAMORE! You will not continue to speak to my child in that manner.” The blaring sound of Marie’s voice caused Josephine to jump and even startled Samore. “You cannot blame anyone but yourself for your adversity. Are you truly a god amongst men?” Marie paused to laugh. “I may be without my powers, but never forget, I can kill you and I both whenever I please, and last time I checked… a true God cannot be killed.”

Samore stood up and walked to where Marie was stuck in place, “Do you dare threaten your emperor? DO YOU DARE THREATEN MY LIFE?”

Marie smiled as Samore raised his voice at her and whispered back to him, “Kalayan getih karuhun abdi sareng létah kalahiran abdi leres. Leupaskeun abdi tina perbudakan ieu atawa papanggih tungtung Anjeun.”

Samore snapped his fingers and freed Marie from bondage, but not before setting Josephine’s doll on fire as it continued to hover in front of her. “The girl is weak. Let her follow down your path and our bloodline will be gone forever. Let her follow down my path and everything we’ve built will not go to waste.”

Marie silently watched as Josephine scurried away from the flaming doll and the waterworks in her eyes began to flow once again. Marie wouldn’t admit it out loud but Samore was correct. Josephine needed to toughen up and become a warrior if she was going to take over her fathers empire one day. “Wipe your eyes child. The only thing that can hurt you is fear, and fear does not live within us.”

“I’ve had enough of your presences. Both of you, begone and leave me be.” Before Marie or Josephine could react they were both transported out of Samore’s study and now standing in front of his locked double doors. The image of Josephine’s doll burning played over and over in her mind like a film, with her fathers insults being a looped soundtrack. As Josephine and Marie walked down the hallway, Marie looked over at her daughter and silently shuddered at the sudden change in the atmosphere. That day was the last day Josephine ever cried, the last day she ever experienced pure happiness and the first day her eyes shifted to a murderous lilac hue. That was the day the Empress of Chaos was born.

Translations:

“Kalayan getih karuhun abdi sareng létah kalahiran abdi leres. Leupaskeun abdi tina perbudakan ieu atawa papanggih tungtung Anjeun.”

“With the blood of my ancestors and the tongue of my birthright. Release me from this bondage or meet your end.”

Josephine’s Parents

Samore Toure Cartiér (Emperor of Sudan)

Marie Laveau Cartiér (Empress of Sudan)

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Who Is Josephine Epias Cartiér?

The extinction of dinosaurs? Josephine was a toddler and threw a temper tantrum because she preferred to have orange juice over apple juice. Every catastrophic earthquake documented in history. Either Josephine’s father or mother told her that she couldn’t have something. World War I and II? Josephine wanted to stay out past her curfew and didn’t understand why an all-powerful being needed to be home by 11:00 P.M.

If you looked up the definitions for “brat” and “chaos” in the dictionary, you would see a photo of Josephine standing there about to snap her fingers. The idea of being told “no” didn’t sit well in Josephine’s spirit and everything she desired in the world was either given to her or she took it. Josephine wasn’t born this way and even though her mother fought hard to raise her to be better, Josephine’s longing for acceptance from her father who always wanted a son and secretly despised her, won in the end. Josephine’s father raised her to be a carbon copy of himself. A selfish, self-absorbed, egotistical psychopath who had an unquenchable desire for power.

Now at the ripe age of 25 (in human years), Josephine’s father has informed her that if she goes on this final mission to bring Erik Killmonger’s head to him and kill off the entire Wakandan lineage, then he will finally accept her as his daughter. Will Josephine be able to complete her father’s request to finally gain his love and a seat on the throne?

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A Quest For Acceptance

“From Saturn to Neptune, may my soul travel through the cosmos and return with new knowledge and wisdom from the universe.”

Josephine sat alone in a dimly lit room surrounded by forbidden scrolls full of ancient spells, curses, and potions. It had been a total of five days in isolation and fasting from the world while Josephine sat in solitude struggling to teach herself a new spell, ‘Ex nihilo’. Josephine was attempting to create her own galaxy that she could travel to whenever she felt like doing so. Now this galaxy wouldn’t be like the one Earth resides in. This galaxy would be comparable to watching a movie and wearing 3D glasses, except Josephine wouldn’t need the 3D glasses and would be able to actually “touch” the images she has created.

“Muga-muga alam semesta sareng jiwa kuring ngahiji pikeun ngajantenkeun deui…. Muga-muga alam semesta sareng jiwa kuring ngahiji pikeun ngajantenkeun deui…” Josephine closed her eyes and repeated the spell out loud while simultaneously twisting her fingers together in a Diamond shape and slowly pulling them apart revealing a small Cosmo. Josephine quickly fluttered her lavender eyes open as she marveled at the feeling of intense power between her hands as her own personal universe materialized. “Bast… I’ve done it…”

The amount of concentration and energy Josephine was placing into this spell gradually started taking a toll on her body and it wasn’t long before she could hear her heartbeat thump at an alarming rate along with seeing her veins protruding under her mahogany skin and looking as if they were going to pop. Among all the other terrible traits Josephine had inherited from her father, her desire for perfection was the worst of them all. If Josephine couldn’t achieve perfection the same way she envisioned it in her mind, then she would rather die trying with no regard for her well-being. That is exactly what was happening at that moment. Josephine knew she was close to completing the spell and figured she would rather die than live with her failure. Josephine’s breath quickened into short and painful gasp of air as her esophagus began to constrict around itself. “Alm…Almost don-”. Josephine couldn’t get the final letter out as her vision went completely dark and she felt her body collapse under itself, forcing her face to slam against the marble floor.

A cold rush of freezing air brushing over Josephine’s coco brown skin caused her body to reanimate itself back to life. The joy of being conscious didn’t last long when the compression of the air around Josephine caused her to begin clawing at her neck. It felt like a concealed force was clamped around her neck with no intention of letting up. The panic Josephine had two seconds prior all ceased to exist when her bulging eyes caught a glimpse of the planet Saturn orbiting past her. Josephine quickly twisted her fingers into a Diamond shape and used her last breaths to cast a spell for ‘Infinite Breath’. The rejuvenating feeling of oxygen surging through Josephine’s veins and lungs had her feeling like she was on cloud 9.

Once her breathing was back at a normal pace, Josephine began admiring her work. Adjustments still needed to be made, but there she was, floating around in her own dimension of space that she created with her bare hands. A grin attempted to creep upon Josephine’s face, but the joy on her face didn’t extend to her violet eyes as she immediately started critiquing her work and seeing what she could do to improve the spell the next time.

“Josephine Epias Cartiér.”

The time in Josephine’s new world was cut short when the thunderous sound of her father demanding her presence was heard booming through the entire kingdom. Josephine quickly snapped her fingers and blew out two candles to cancel out the spell before teleporting herself into the royal council room. Josephine stood agitated before her mother and father in the middle of the royal room, slightly peeved that her time alone was interrupted. “Yes, Baba?”

Samore cut his eyes at Josephine, “I have eyes and ears throughout this entire empire. Next time you want to practice that spell, make sure you do so without almost killing yourself. It is a dishonor for a future ruler to falter from such a simple usage of magic.” Josephine showed no emotions to her father’s statement and looked straight ahead with a stoic expression on her face. Samore exited out of his throne chair and walked to where Josephine stood. “Always remember that it is your job to carry the Cartiér last name with dignity. Do not defile it. Do I make myself clear?”

Josephine continued to look straight ahead without making eye contact with her father, “Yes, Baba.”

“Emperor Samore.”

“Yes, Emperor Samore.”

Samore stood facing Josephine, forcing her to make eye contact with his fierce red eyes. “Hmm, you have not eaten in days. A warrior must always fill their body with nourishment. How can you lead an army or take down a nation if you lack the basic nutrients?” The question posed was a rhetorical one that did not need an answer. It took Josephine a long time to learn that her father had a sociopathic habit of asking questions and awaiting an answer so that he may feel justified in punishing her. Samore grabbed Josephine’s face and analyzed closer at how much weight she unintentionally lost over the last 5 days. When Samore was done, he sucked his teeth and made his way back to his throne. “I have one last mission for you to complete before I can start preparing you to take over my throne.” Samore waved his finger around, causing a golden file folder filled to the brim to fall out of thin air and land before Josephine’s feet.

Josephine looked down at the golden file that laid before her and looked back up at her father. Josephine wasn’t in the mood for disrespect or her father’s antics today. “If you wish for me to complete a job, Emperor Samore, you need to look me in the eye and hand me the documents the same way you do your other soldiers. Have I not done more than enough to get the same respect as those of lesser rank than I?”

“Pick the files up so that we may debrief, and I can send you on your way.” Josephine took a quick glance at her mother who was discreetly signaling for her to continue to stand her ground. The tension in the room continued to grow heavy as Josephine and Samore stared down each other with murderous intent lingering in their eyes. “Let me remind you who is the ruler and who is the child in this equation. Or have you forgotten about what happened the last time you challenged my authority?”

Small shivers went down Josephine’s spine as she remembered being placed inside of “The Box of Righteousness” after challenging her father. There was nothing righteous about being placed in a 2x2 box for 1,000 years. Josephine spent her entire 24-year-old enchantress life locked away, with only being able to see her heartbroken mothers gaze through a pea sized hole. If anyone else was locked away in “The Box of Righteousness” they probably would have let their soul touch the cloud after just 1 year, but not Josephine. The whole time Josephine was trapped inside of that box of death, she fantasized about how different life would be once she was the one sitting on the throne. Power and revenge were the only reasons Josephine survived that punishment.

When Josephine finally exited the box of death, she was unrecognizable and inches away from meeting her maker. Josephine’s usual curvaceous shape was dwindled down to skin and bones and her face was so sunken in you could clearly see the outline of her skull under her skin. Josephine’s mother sat by her side day and night nursing her back to health and teaching her about forbidden spells and curses… her father did not visit her once. After the news broke that Josephine was back to a healthy state of life again, Samore finally came to visit her, but only because he had a new enemy that needed killing. After that punishment the dynamic between Josephine and her parents changed forever. Samore had gone too far and there was no turning back on the monster he created.

Before Josephine or Samore could say another word about the file, Malcolm Jackson, also known as “MJ”, appeared out of the mist in front of Josephine and bent down to pick up the golden file to hand it to her. A genuine smile appeared on MJ’s face, highlighting his handsome features. “I believe you dropped this, Madam Josephine.” Josephine was somewhat shocked at the vibrato on MJ’s voice and side eyed him due to his lack of a Sundanese accent before taking the file out of his hand.

Samore, who was sitting at the edge of his throne ready to attack, shifted himself back into his seat and greeted MJ with a “warm” smile. “Malcolm, nice for you to finally join us.”

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Two hours passed and Samore was finally getting to the end of the debriefing, “The head target is Erik Killmonger, also known as Erik Stevens. Once you cut off the head it will be easy to wipe out everyone else. Those Wakandan’s think they can rehabilitate a man like that when he has not atoned for the sins he has caused against my people? I will not have it!”

Josephine interjected, “Erik Killmonger is not the only threat to us Baba, they also have the Black Panther.”

Samore gave a blank stare to Josephine, “Emperor Samore, and I know. We will tend to that issue when the time comes. For now, I need Erik’s head sitting on a platter and the rest of that Wakandan lineage needs to pay my empire back in blood.” Samore paused as he teleported himself to retrieve an item. “And since this is an important mission that cannot have any hiccups…” Samore paused again to stare at Josephine, “I will have you drink this liquid, and the chaos effects of your powers will be stored away until you return.”

Josephine tilted her head to the side with a look of bewilderment, “Excuse me? I’m not giving up any of my powers to complete a mission!”

Samore held up his hand, “I do not recall asking you to do anything. I believe I have just given you an order. You cannot be trusted when left alone with your full potential and impulsive attitude. I will be sending Malcolm along to accompany you and interject when needed.”

Josephine wanted to speak up and instead began gnawing the inside of her cheeks until she felt blood begin to slowly pool in her mouth. This mission sounded like a suicide mission, and Josephine couldn’t wrap her head around what her father’s motives were sending her out in the world without her full power. Samore stated that the magic her family uses can be traced with Wakandan technology and that’s why she would have to go into this mission with minimal and basic magic abilities.

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After the debriefing, Josephine and her mother were called into the ritual room with Samore. Marie had her hands covered with a piece of fabric as she stood to the side and watched Samore and Josephine with a hawklike eye. Ever since that 1,000-year punishment, Marie couldn’t even bare to be in the same room as Samore and it took everything inside of her to not kill him.

“Drink this.”

“What is that?”

“Drink it.”

Josephine looked to her mother for reassurance as she began sipping the unidentifiable liquid from her father. The liquid was red like blood, thick like an oil, and had a surprisingly sweet aroma to it. When Josephine saw her mother give a head nod of approval Josephine looked back at her father who appeared displeased and drank the liquid. Immediately Josephine felt her body become hot like she had just swallowed a bowl full of lava. Next came a fit of coughs as Josephine started gasping for air and fell to her knees. And finally came the scratching as if Josephine was trying to claw her soul out of her own body. Josephine’s parents watched as she rolled around on the floor and screamed out in agony. Josephine was no stranger to pain, and even tasted death a few times, but nothing could have prepared her for this.

The internal agony for Josephine went on for another minute before the physical essence of Josephine’s powers were placed into a jar by Samore. A small mason jar was now filled to the brim with a golden and purple mist, signifying that Josephine had a combination of her mother’s power mixed with her own. When the ritual was finally over, Josephine laid motionless on the floor, unable to move her body. It felt like she had been crushed by a building and trampled over by an elephant.

Samore looked down at his daughter and bent down to get close to her ear, “Get. Up.” Marie’s jaw ticked with anger as she watched the interaction between Samore and Josephine. Samore knew that after a ritual like this, the body is supposed to lay still in a dormant state for 48 hours. Regardless of if the Cartiér bloodline possessed abilities that placed them above a mortal human, it was still physically impossible for anyone to move their body after this type of ritual.

Through dazed eyes Josephine looked up at her father that was bent down next to her. She tried to move her limbs, but to no avail she was stuck. “I can’t move Baba.”

Samore continued to look at Josephine with a blank expression, neither anger nor concern on his face. “Get. Up. Josephine.”

Josephine tried for a second time to move and failed again, “I’m trying Baba. I can’t move.”

Samore shifted his jaw from left to right like he was contemplating on what to say next, “A warrior finds strength within themselves no matter the situation. Get up, or you will die here.” Samore was technically telling the truth. The ritual area that Josephine collapsed her body onto had medical properties used to extract sickness from the body. The catch 22 about the area is that if you laid there for too long when you had no sickness to extract, the area would begin reversal effects and start to poison the body until it died.

Josephine was in excruciating pain and all she wanted to do was run and hide away from the world as her parents watched her lay on the floor. Josephine didn’t want to be a disappointment and didn’t want to appear weak in front of her parents. She was a Cartiér after all, right? Josephine began shrieking in agony as she somehow found the strength to stand up. The simple movement that Josephine did daily, now felt as difficult as climbing Mount Everest with no gear and no protective clothing. Samore stood up and stepped back from Josephine as he watched her continue to struggle to stand up. Josephine’s frame wobbled around under her weight as she finished pushing her body up to stand.

“Anjeun mangrupikeun Cartiér, ulah hilap éta. Ayeuna balik bawa kuring Erik Killmonger dina piring.” Samore took one last look at Josephine who was doing the unimaginable and turned to leave the ritual room. On his way out, Samore snatched the cloth that was covering Marie’s hands and revealed that she was holding an enchanted dagger. Samore looked at Marie’s weaponized hands and then into her eyes. “Anak anjeun tungtungna kuat. Sawangsulna.”

As soon as Samore exited the room Josephine passed out and collapsed back onto the floor. Marie rushed to Josephine’s aid and called out for the royal medical team to help as she rocked Josephine back and forth in her arms. “You’re going to be alright. Ommi is here, Ommi is here”

Translations:

“Muga-muga alam semesta sareng jiwa kuring ngahiji pikeun ngajantenkeun deui…. Muga-muga alam semesta sareng jiwa kuring ngahiji pikeun ngajantenkeun deui…”

“May the universe and my soul combine to make anew…. May the universe and my soul combine to make anew…”

“Anjeun mangrupikeun Cartiér, ulah hilap éta. Ayeuna balik bawa kuring Erik Killmonger dina piring”

“You are a Cartiér, never forget that. Now go bring me Erik Killmonger on a platter.”

“Anak anjeun tungtungna kuat. Sawangsulna.”

“Your child is finally strong, You’re welcome.”

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thekingjadechronicles · 2 years

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IF LIFE IS THEATRE.. THIS IS THE CAST.

Charlie Jade Udaku

Professional dominatrix and sexologist while being asexual, panromantic, and polyandrous. A scorpio in sun and venus, she adores romance. She's a foodie and a mildly snobby one at that. She enjoys painting nude bodies, skin care, architecture, traveling, and spontaneous adventures. She has a travel blog. She's mischievous, bold, observant and she'll try anything once.

Reggie Dixon

A sucky father and worse husband. Born and raised in Washington DC. Reggie is a narcissist stuck in the mind of a 20 year old while being very much in his 50s.

Guadalupe Ortega

Second generation Cuban-American born and raised in DC. Left an emotionally abusive relationship with Reggie and got her life together, never looking back. She showed Charlie the value of a good therapist. She enjoys Cuban foods, lobster bisque, and books on feminism.

Miranda Monet Santos

A Natural Resource Manager and Charlie's favorite pescetarian sagiterrorist since 1st grade. Miranda loves botany and saving the environment. She sells natural-made hair, body, and yoni washes. She's like a sister to Charlie and she has a strong and stubborn personality.

Sunny Kim

A highly in-demand ink master, Korean-American Sunny has traveled the US along with other countries. He's Charlie's most trusted and equally impulsive male friend with benefits. Sunny loves tattoos, hiking, good food, and curvy women.

Grace Lucille Kearney-Dobrik

Harvard lawyer and non-practicing Jew. Grace is hard-liqour loving, ballbusting hardass who can take what she dishes. She's married to an Jewish Arab engineer from Aleppo who she gives a run for his money. She's also Charlie's lawyer.

Domino

An MIT student in Engineering, Charlie loses touch with her through the years but she's a stem in STEM. Her emotions are big but her posture is laid-back. She's into tech, weed, cars, punk music, kink, and Charlie.

Hunter Schwarzman

Rich nephew of John G. Schwarzman, the chairman of Blackstone Group. Initially Charlie and Hunter were enemies at Harvard. Things changed, now Hunter and Charlie are on good terms.

Erik (N'Jadaka) Udaku

An ex-Navy MIT graduate with strong opinions and grand plans. Erik is a polygamous humble aquarius and a first generation American with roots in Wakanda. He's confident in matters of money, combat, and romance but cocky about his more x-rated abilities.

Josephine Epias Cartier

A mighty and chaotic Sudanese enchantress with the godly powers of world creation and world destruction in her bratty perfectly manicured hands. She's older than most countries and Charlie's first Aquarian lover. She enjoys hatching murderous schemes, Starbucks refreshers, and practicing magic to perfection.

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thekingjadechronicles · 2 years

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Trials of a Domme

I got lucky through Sunny. He was a good teacher who didn’t make me get it out the mud.

Sunny was the twin flame that flashed into Charlie's life--mildly toxic and deeply loved. Their instant connection made sense, him being an impulsive and open-minded Aries and her being a curious and daring Scorpio. He'd met her daily contemplations, theories, and introspections with: “Let’s find out”, “Do it and see”, and “I have an idea.” Together, they were chaotic in their adventurous experiments.

“This was a bad idea,” Charlie whispered as they walked through the empty darkened museum shining phone flashlights on the exhibits. Sunny saw something in here once that he wanted and they were going to take it.

“You’re the one who wondered if you could,” Sunny whispered back. He was the self-proclaimed king of B&E’s and Charlie swore it was simple having read a Wikihow.

“You were supposed to talk me out of it, not drive me. What if we get caught and I lose my scholarship?”

“Well.. Now we both know you can. I give it a 7 out of 10. Could’ve been quicker.”

“Gimme a break, it’s my first time! See, bad influence.”

“You sound like Miranda. Babe, this is the prime time to explore, do things you’ve never done. Like rob a museum. Small-scale.”

“My mama would kick my ass..,” Charlie mumbled. This wasn’t what Lupe taught her. As for Miranda, she was tired of hearing about delinquent stunts with Sunny. Sunny had a car. Sunny had a lil money. Sunny could fight and break into anything. Sunny was funny. Sunny had cool hair, piercings, and tats. Sunny Sunny Sunny. Charlie was having fun. As much as she protested, she felt a thrill of excitement and anarchy anytime they did something this risky to prove one of her points or see what would happen. She felt like a mad social scientist. She was learning new things about herself everyday with Sunny. She could break locks, bust windows, talk her way in and out of anything, hold in weed smoke, fire a gun somewhat accurately, perform a successful spinning kick, and biggest of all–she could handle two fingers while being fingered. It felt good. Sunny was a safe base of personal exploration and he had so many experiences of his own at 21 years of age. “Swear we won’t get caught.”

“You worry too much,” he said just before a flashlight shined on them.

“Hey! Stay right there,” the guard shouted as they ran with Charlie being pulled roughly by the wrist to move faster. He could’ve got away twice on his own if he’d wanted to. He wouldn’t run off and leave her, but she almost tripped and twisted her ankle trying to avoid having her arm ripped off by Sunny’s grip. She learned then that she couldn’t do all the things Sunny did no matter how many Wikis she read.

“Sunny we need to talk,” Charlie started out the gate when she made it back to her dorm. She’d been too hopped up on adrenaline to speak before.

“I know. No more adventures for you.”

“Sunny, that can’t happen ag– What?!”

“That one was too close. You can’t afford the risk.”

“That’s my line.”

“Look.. We can still hang out, fuck around, but you’re cut off from experiments. You almost got me caught,” he whispers. “I’ll call you. Stay boring.”

Charlie glared as he drove off. She made it back to her room where Miranda sat waiting up like a worried parent, staring with judgment. “Fuck off,” Charlie sighed, “Adventures are done. We almost got caught tonight so it’s over.”

“About time. All the shit to be and you choose to be a criminal.”

“GOODNIGHT,” Charlie sang in irritation as she slipped into her bed. Doing hoodrat shit with Sunny was fun. He’d stolen half of the furnishings in his apartment, his place was nice. He even had a soda machine. It was better than the basic career she’d chosen. Counseling? The passion was there, but where was the excitement? She went to sleep thinking of what to do to bring the excitement in because she wasn’t content.

Her focus on step intensified and her energy was poured out in routines and shows while she spent her extra time in books, no longer partying, but reading all about the different avenues a career can take in psychology. She needed options that weren’t so bland. She didn’t want to be a school therapist like many of her peers. She could be a psychiatrist. She could learn hypnotherapy. She could create her own thing.

She graduated unsure of the path she’d take but with a job that paid a good starting wage, especially for a 20 year-old. Unfortunately, she was working in an elementary school. Lupe and the aunties helped her get an apartment of her own and Miranda continued in school, set to graduate the following year.

All that year, Charlie worked knowing kids were not her forte. The snot, the vomit, the hallway smells of pee. “Nope,” she whispered, turning in the hall when she saw a wayward child coughing. Sunny found her stories hilarious. “I’m five seconds from working at Target with you,” Charlie said, only half serious. Again, Sunny laughed.

“It’s probably time to tell you,” he said from her couch. She walked back from her bathroom naked with hair dripping, and questioning. “I don’t just work at Target,” he said. She used her towel to stamp out some of the water from her hair.

“You steal, I know.”

“No, well.. Yeah. But, I’m a professional dom. That’s my job. I work at Target for the w-2.”

“No you’re not,” Charlie laughed thinking it was a joke, but the more she said no and he responded with yes, she knew he was serious. “You are..,” she stared and it clicked that she suddenly had another avenue to explore, if he would guide her. “Teach me,” she insisted, arguing him down. She could talk her way into anything after all, she’d learned that due to Sunny himself.

“It’s not that easy.”

“I don’t care,” Charlie whispered in his ear, his strong jaw in her grip as she began nibbling on his ear. She could feel him keeping his composure along with his hands to himself. "Don't," he whispered as she straddled him. "I want to learn and you’re going to teach me," she replied with another bite. His responding growl went through her body like a spark, the deepness of it nearly scaring her off. “Get up," he shoved. "I can’t think.”

Charlie fell into the seat beside him covering up with her throw while he gathered himself and his thoughts. He stood then, staring down at her with his hand under his chin, focused.

“This is sex work.”

“I-,” she paused, quieting when his hand raised. A sign to pay attention.

“To be a requested dom or in your case domme is to be a sex worker. We fulfill a service so the client is in control, correct?”

“Correct.”

“No. The dom is in control. It's a power exchange. It'll push your level of comfort and that's why you’ll need boundaries. We call these limits, things you can't be convinced into. Once it's a hard limit it's not to be brought up again, understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Master Stormy. When I’m teaching you, use my title to show me the proper respect.”

“Yes, Master Stormy,” Charlie stared up with a smirk.

“Your homework from me for the week is to find your limits. Do your research, write it in a journal and call me Friday night. I gotta go,” he looked at his watch. “I booked a session for 7.”

“People?!”

“7 PM girl, damn.”

Charlie wanted to go, but she couldn’t get in the way. Besides, she now had something completely new and exciting to study and explore.

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thekingjadechronicles · 2 years

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Trials of a Domme II

This was my first lil field trip, the one that opened my eyes to what sex is really like.

Sunny stood over Charlie as she sat on her couch reading her journal entry aloud after an after work post makeout session.

“Master Stormy, my hard limits are: Blood, bodily fluids, human waste, cum in my mouth, minors, animals, needles, most electrical stimulation, raceplay, ageplay, and permanent scarring. My soft limits are penetration of me. I also don’t want to be a submissive.”

“We have similar limits. That’s good, I can help you. Charlie, listen to me. If your limits are disregarded, leave immediately. Cut them off.”

“Yes, Master Stormy.”

“Tomorrow I’m doing a scene with a female submissive and I want you to come watch so you can see what it’s like. You need a realistic experience. Study Bondage and S&M. I’ll be here at 2 PM.”

“2 PM,” Charlie repeated while taking notes. “Master Stormy, will we be having lunch?”

“Sunny when it’s not related to training. Yeah, we can grab a bite.”

Charlie did her research collecting her findings in a mental catalog. The biggest thing was bracing herself for what she would see occur in person. Not only did she have to watch, but she'd eventually have to duplicate. Could she stomach the sexual activity? The genitals? Would the full on nudity repulse her?

She’d briefly studied basic anatomy in school but now she was diving into it to understand sexuality on the most primal base level. She was understanding the sexual organs and what makes them tick. Sexual triggers. The importance of diet, exercise, and hormone regulation. The impact of trauma on the body and in sexual interests. Down the rabbit hole she went, collecting every bit of good information in a document having surpassed the use of a journal.

She accompanied Sunny to an apartment where she was introduced as a domme in training and given a place to sit to watch the scene. The woman, Dinah, seemed normal and very polite, just into leather. She wasn’t wearing spikes and she didn’t seem overly sexual like anticipated. She was a white lady in her 30s with bright pink hair and black liner.

"I can only teach you what I specialize in, so pay attention," Sunny advised. Charlie scratched down her impressions and initial observations. Dinah wasn’t a doormat by any means, she had a strong handshake and stepped forward to speak with full confidence. Sunny wasn’t domineering, he was chillin but just as polite and knowledgeable. "In a D/s dynamic, there's a certain amount of trust that has to be there. Dinah trusts me because we've built that foundation together," he winks. "Right Dinah?"

"Yep. I'll tell you what else. Taking time to ask the right questions goes a long way. That and training. This lifestyle is like anything else, we hone our skills and strive to be better dominants and submissives with every encounter."

"I'm a switch," Sunny admitted with a raised finger. "And a professionally trained dominant. I learned in the dungeons, but you won't have to go through all that. That's one benefit of learning under me. Benefit two, I'm a man and you're a woman. We'll have less competition for clients meaning I can teach you freely and mold you into my image with no problem. So watch our interaction and write down anything you pick up."

Competition hadn’t crossed Charlie’s mind, but she understood quickly how the dungeons must work. Vying for clients. A few words written on the page were respect, transparency, and communication. She watched as Sunny set up a large X on the bedroom door that he referred to as a door restraint. He moved a small table toward the door, carefully laying out a long towel with some toys on top. A few were obvious, but he'd have to explain the others.

"Always plan your scenes so you and your submissive can prepare,” Dinah explained. Sunny picked it up, “I like to think about what she wants to feel, what I need in order to enjoy it, and how I want the encounter to play out."

The idea stuck with Charlie. She saw sex as a battle of wills, a fight for dominance where one had to succumb instead of a bridge connecting two souls. The idea of someone thrusting their pain and toxicity inside her was like violence. It repulsed her to imagine. In her research, she’d wrestled with watching straight porn in an attempt to find it interesting. She searched the actors’ faces and half of the time they didn’t even seem to enjoy it. They looked angry or as if they didn’t care at all. The pleasure was obviously fake. The misogyny and deviance turned it into a showcase of hell through people. Straight porn was straight up trauma.

"Watch," Dinah signaled. Charlie closed her journal to peep the details as the couple parted and came back together with their proverbial acting hats as if it were improv sketch comedy. Sunny wore an actual green alien mask that Charlie fought herself to not laugh at. "What is this? Where am I?" Dinah was gasping with panic, looking around her living room as if she had just gotten there.

“Silence Subject 307.” Sunny restrained her with an imagined force field, placing a plastic piece over her nose and mouth. Instantly she dropped as if gassed, sleepily letting him pick her back up and sit her in a chair. His alien voice was squeaky and robotic. "Subject 307 secured. Time for examination. Removing fabric coating for decontamination." He stripped her layer by layer until she was completely naked in the chair limp yet remaining in the chair. "Preparing for skin analysis." He poured a handful of lotion in his palm and rubbed it into her boobs holding a digital thermometer like a ray gun. "Skin determined.. sexy." He continued to full-body massage the lotion into her skin. When she woke up to panic, he fake gassed her again. He lifted her from the chair and stood her in front of the big X strapped on the door, raising her arms to put her wrists in the top straps and her ankles in the bottom straps. She was now strapped to her own bedroom door and unable to move her arms or legs. He aimed a large fan at her body and turned it on high. “Commencing with examination.”

“Help,” she moaned whilst moving her head as if lost in a fog. “Someone on Earth, can you hear me?” The story was getting interesting, all Charlie needed was popcorn. She was getting goosebumps everywhere. Sunny continued his deep massage. He touched her so gently with a precision that was captivating. Dinah’s degree of relaxation was enviable. Why had Sunny never done that while hanging out? Her moans by the time he’d finally reached her clitoris were legit moans. She came and it was nothing like the videos Charlie had seen. It was peaceful without struggle. Sunny placed the two wooden clothespins slowly and gently on her nipples and she hissed like one would if being pinched.

“Good stimulation,” Sunny explained, though Charlie understood. She didn’t live under a rock. Still, she took notes wondering how Dinah discovered her enjoyment of certain pain. How did her kinks come to be? Her research told her that it was likely a mix of psychology and biology. Classical conditioning could take something as basic as a pinch and associate it with sexual pleasure over time. This could be done through interactions with others, media, or by personal exploration. It could be done on purpose or by accident. Biologically, pain causes the central nervous system to release endorphins that block pain and work in a similar way as morphine or opiates to induce euphoria. Sunny’s flicks to the clothespins and Dinah’s reaction were proof of said euphoria. It was harmless pain play with no permanent damage, though psychologically the effect could be that she needs more pain to feel.

He named the tools as he lifted them demonstrating their purpose through use. Vibrator. Dildo. Anal Hook. Electro Wand. That wasn’t what Charlie had imagined when she heard of electrical stimulation. She thought of death row electrocution. The way he used the wand seemed somewhat gentle. She obviously felt it, but it didn’t look like she was being electrocuted, just shocked. She enjoyed it all. But what parts did Sunny enjoy? She couldn’t really tell with his mask.

“Prepare for probe.” He used a colorful toy that looked like a small volcano. Charlie was confused even when he inserted it into Dinah’s vagina. Anytime something went in there, it looked like a weird mouth swallowing. Then fluid leaked out which was even more off putting. Dinah was living her dream though. “Pregnancy exam.”

Charlie had to look away for the first time. She’d been taking everything well until she witnessed Dinah birth a gelatin egg like an alien had actually nutted in her. There were three eggs. Charlie nearly wanted to vomit and at the end of the scene she’d seen enough deviation. Politely, she thanked Dinah for letting her into an intimate moment and watched them clean the toys and put the place back to normal. Charlie wondered about Dinah’s vaginal health. Would her ph be okay? Would she get a yeast infection?

Sunny had a lot of explaining to do in the car. Apparently, he wasn’t a fan of alien insemination either, but he provided the service nonetheless and got paid. The only part of the exchange he’d truly enjoyed was the massage-gasm which caused Charlie to ask why she’d never gotten one. That discussion lasted the ride to Charlie’s place.

“Don’t get upset when you fall in love with me,” he joked as he prepared an array of oils and lotions from her personal collection. She laid naked on her bed covered with a towel and he gave her a head to toe massage, continuing once she turned on her back via his instruction. “Legs open.. Open," he repeated smacking her thigh. Slowly.. he rubbed and massaged her skin and muscles causing her to nearly drift into a good sleep. His hands swept down with deep pressure and massaged into her thigh creases causing signals to fire in her brain that she was too relaxed to respond to. The kneading in circular motions around her mound left that sole part of her body awake and clenching as the remainder of her body laid at deep rest. The longer this went on the more she could hear her lower lips separate with the movements. He switched to only massaging the lips spreading wetness each time they'd part. When would he hit the clit?

She waited in suspense but he stopped, stroking under it gently instead with one finger, dragging it down and pushing inside to be clenched. Like a surgeon he'd felt the strong pulse on his finger and made the decision to add one more, wiggling and curving them together as she involuntarily squeezed ready to rub her own clit and cum.

The tip of his tongue flicked at it instead, smooth with power and precision to move around and pinpoint the most sensitive spaces. Charlie felt like paying him as good as it felt. He upped it by mixing in light suctions that gradually gained strength until she grabbed his hair, not thinking and not breathing. She only exhaled when she'd begun to come down and Sunny sat up to head to the bathroom and fix his hair. Never had she felt anything like that. Only experience could create that. He’d been holding out.

"Sunny. Have you ever been in love," she smirked from the bed.

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josephine-udaku · 2 years

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Space Cowgirl

Is anybody out there, is anyone en route?

I'm alone in space, yeah, and dying to get out

Asteroids and light years, quite a few no doubt

A quiet stillness surrounded Josephine as she floated around in her own universe of freedom. It had taken a year of practice but she finally mastered the spell, “Ex nihilo” and it was worth all the blood, sweat, tears, and multiple attempts on her life. Josephine materialized a cloud and watched the planets of the universe orbit around the sun with childlike enthusiasm twinkling in her eyes.

Not a soul in sight, yeah, no matter how I shout

No matter how I…

Everything about the universe she created was perfect, too perfect. Josephine loved solitude but the empty black abyss she created that was void of sound and a vacuum of nothingness forced her mind to think and over analyze her life. The whole purpose for creating this world was to get away from the world, but it seemed like the world was the only thing on her mind.

Groove

So I guess they don't like my moves

Doomed

What's a girl like me to do?

Will she ever be good enough to take the throne and rule Sudan better than her father?

Will she ever find love, peace, and happiness in this lifetime?

What is life like beyond the sky’s and what is her true purpose for walking this earth?

These questions and a overabundance of more riddled Josephine’s mind. No one had the answers and no matter how many spells or potions Josephine concocted, she still couldn’t answer her own questions.

Josephine looked up at the millions of stars lighting up the sky as tears started flowing down her cheeks. “…One day.”

You

Hurry up before I get consumed

Houston, loud and clear

They don't like us here

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The Color of Bachata

Junior year was a big year for me in terms of exploration. I think everyone should try it. - Charlie

According to Charlie, you could read a lot about a person by the way they moved and she'd learned how to read from the best influences DC had to offer. Each dance had its own movements and a spirit of its own that, if you looked close enough, you could find in all people.

Salsa, for example, lived in the sassiness of one's attitude. It was the snap and quip and drama that exploded into raging wildfire when riled up. Salsa could be zesty and sexy, but it could also be dangerous.

Mambo was in the excitement. It was the pep and energy of a sunny day on the beach with friends. She felt it when she'd discovered The Dirty South step team and found a second start.

Bachata was sensual. It was dancing in the rain with a lover held close and it breathed in every interaction Charlie had with a man who she deemed to be the opposite of her father. She'd fall in love just a little bit every time.

Last but not least, there was Tango. As a labeled tease, Charlie knew it well. Tango lived in flirtation, temptation, and seduction. It was in the hungry eyes at the club and it was in her debatably sick habit of meeting an admirer's energy and dropping off out of boredom.

Tango was what Charlie envisioned sex to be, a game of will and wits. She'd planned to do it for the experience just to say she had, but the stars hadn't yet aligned. She still wasn't sold on it and whether she would be remained to be seen. Whether she'd do it once and be done--she didn't know.

Her richest fantasies were of bachata--love in the mind and soul rather than the body, so imagine her confusion when she felt tango flourish in the pulse between her thighs giving her foreign impulses that made her question--was she truly asexual or was there something else within that label that needed to be explored? Was she living her truth as Lupe had taught her?

It started in her Junior year at Spelman. Charlie felt all manner of confusion when watching the track and field team sprint. Like in high school, these were all pretty black girls with fit track bodies to match, but back at Eastern Senior High she hadn't felt this way.. not about a girl.

Maybe it was due to being surrounded by women all day. She was being conditioned to view them in a different context.

Perhaps she was confusing her feelings of excitement for lust. But why was she excited?

The way the girls sprinted the track bouncing in little blue tank tops with matching short shorts branded with Spelman's logo, Charlie was struck with racy internal dialogue. The thoughts raced quickly while the jello jiggle of ass reduced Charlie to being no better than a man openly ogling.

"Goddamn," she squinted from the stand. "What?" Miranda hurriedly followed her line of sight to a girl they'd called Diedra Mackey. "Goddamn," she echoed seeing that ass for herself.

Desires were called into question. Did this mean Charlie liked women?

Maybe she was a latent lesbian and Miranda was right to tease her all these years, even jokingly. Miranda had told her way back in middle school that she was gay and didn't know it. It didn't feel true at the time, but now..

Charlie was honestly confused. How could she know? How did people typically figure these things out?

As for Diedra, her form was impeccable and her legs seemed to defy gravity in order to swing in explosive bursts as if flung forward. In Charlie's mind these movements aligned with rock steps, side steps and occasional points, kicks, and flicks of the feet with rhythm in the hips. She was clearly in the spirit of Mambo. Her energy wasn't fire, it was electric and Charlie wanted to test that spark.

But did she simply wish to grab Diedre’s ass because it was fat or did she want Diedre sexually without realizing it? Either way was fine, she just had to know.

"Girl sit down," Miranda stared from Charlie's left side. Charlie had a tell that alerted Miranda of impulsive behavior incoming. It was like a visible light bulb atop Charlie's busy head. "SIT YA ASS DOWN," she hissed through a tight top lip reading her friend in an instant and stopping whatever bullshit was going to happen. "At least wait til the end, she doesn't know you damn." And she was right. Charlie's dodgy eyes turned straight.

"What's it like when you're attracted to someone sexually," she asked but Miranda had no clear answer to give. She stumbled and stammered through words that meant absolutely nothing and Charlie rolled her eyes.

The only thing Miranda could do was be down for the ride, ready to watch the shenanigans play out. Deep down she wanted to be right for the sake of saying 'I told you so' and Charlie felt it in the bubbling excitement she exuded. Out of spite, Charlie hoped to prove her wrong.

The runners ran on and while it was true that Charlie hadn't met Diedra yet, she still felt that knew all she needed to know about her.. About all the runners actually. She knew mambo like she knew her own soul and so by extension, in this moment of Diedre’s life she knew her.

Pushing by the super amused Miranda, Charlie found Diedre Mackey on the field post-meet and approached tagging her on the shoulder. She looked her up and down in admiration, communicating with eyes alone before asking permission to touch her perfect ass, even before a hello was uttered. Diedra not only obliged but began to twerk while her teammates chuckled. It was all very random and quite silly but was it sexual attraction?

They traded numbers with a date scheduled for the upcoming week to find out. Apparently Diedre's sexuality was an unknown as well which was refreshing.

"So what did we learn," Miranda fell in step beside Charlie on their way off the field, her arm dropping around her shoulders. Charlie smirked watching the line of asses ahead. "I guess I like asses," she shrugged. Turned out the gender didn't matter. Male, female, unassigned.. it didn't concern her.

In the upcoming months Charlie felt safe exploring her sexuality and preferences at Spelman. She found that she could date around without pressure or expectation, enjoying the company of multiple genders over coffee and park walks. She could makeout with a woman and enjoy it just as she did with a guy. She could makeout with a guy and a girl together and enjoy it as well. She could do anything she wanted with anyone. Still, there was a boundary she found herself repeatedly setting. She'd go as far as she desired and that desire never included sex despite pressure.

It took her Junior year of college to experiment and come back to a confident realization that she was indeed asexual. The trick was in the conditions. They were enough for her to need to write down. Not only was she was asexual, but she was non-monogamous. She'd liked the idea of loving a network of people. She was panromantic which meant that the gender and sexual organs of these people didn't matter. Amazingly, she was also pro-sex and still willing to try it.. though the stars still hadn't aligned.

Charlie finally had her answers but it took explorations and honest reflection.

"You're back! I thought you'd be.. you know, with Aubrey. I guess it wasn't good," Miranda turned away with a slick eye on Charlie, waiting for the details of her latest date with a curly-haired mixed chick from the movie theater. Charlie scoffed at the assumption. What Miranda found it hard to understand was that no matter how fine the guy or how pretty the girl, Charlie never surpassed the stages of kissing and feeling up on bodies. But how could she explain it in a way that her sister could understand? The way she finally put it to Miranda, sex was like food and she was always hungry.. but not for food.

"Everyone loves steak and I can appreciate a well cooked steak as well as the next guy, okay.. It's pleasing–it smells good, looks good, probably tastes good I'm sure. It's a perfectly good steak for all intents and purposes and I'm starving, right? So I should definitely want to devour it... But I don't. My mouth literally does not water. I don't recognize it as something i need to taste. I admire the steak with the same energy I use to admire a Basquiat but I don't wanna eat the Basquiat.."

She seemed to slowly understand before frowning in disgust. "Please don't say I have to continue to hear that loud ass buzzing coming from your covers at night. I figured it was something."

"You'll hear it and ignore it," Charlie stated firmly. "And your giant monster dildo isn't all that comfortable to stare at either! I feel like it's looking at me! I'm a call campus security to escort his big ass out of here one of these days."

"And Buzz Lightyear going wit him," she tossed pointing at the door.

"I don't know how you can handle all that, how wide is it?! How wide is your vagina?"

"So we have an understanding."

It became one of a hundred sibling-like moments and Charlie's exploration surrounding the question of her sexuality became a thing of the past. She still dated and continued to foster relationships, some involving kisses and others theoretical discussions on death, fame, politics, and things you wish you knew sooner.

By the time Charlie saw her mother again she was a new person and Lupe wanted all the tea without the gritty details. Only Lupe could understand what Charlie meant when she said she "explored her tango and her bachata."

Lupe listened as Charlie went on about all the people she dated, giving full descriptions of the look, the vibe, the dates, and what they did--minus the kissing and fondling. Having the approval of a strong and open-minded person like her mother meant the world and Lupe sat tight with her caffé mocha because she understood the importance. As she'd hoped her daughter was finding herself and her way--navigating a powerful new experience.

"And what color is your bachata now," Lupe eyed her daughter as if to say think.

Charlie hadn't thought about it.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. In all of her brief fly-by romances, an overarching feeling hadn't overcome her. She wasn't swept away and she hadn't truly felt a pull with anyone. It seemed that she was still exploring afterall, a pristine brush new to the adult dating world--ready to be dipped in any color pigment. Even with a year under her belt and a short list of labels she'd picked up along the way, there was still so much she didn't know about herself and what she wanted. She needed to keep searching.

Lupe was right.. as always.

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