Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Sam smirked wanting to answer and took a deep breath to whisper back at him leaning lightly more back almost against him when Carl started a speech she didnt say anything.

Thou when no one said anything right away she then whispered back to Gus.

"Hmm...Bourbon and coffee does that even taste good"

She said teasingly as her hands folded back behind her back while one hand grabed and teased her own ass cheek for his eyes to see if she could distract Gus or if he was one of those men who didnt let themself be distracted as she watched the room waiting for another speech or the Mistress to say what she needed to say or the reason why she had called them all in one room or was it cause of Karens birthday.

Her eyes caught Micheles she winked teasingly at her with a smile as if thanking her again for the nice welcome that Michele had given her.

Gus enjoyed the toast Carl made; it was short and to the point. He watched the girl who's birthday was being celebrated; it was beginning to bother him, he thought he should know her.

It dawned on him finally this was Ian's niece. He had never really been all that close to the situation but made a note to congratulate Ian later. Gus watched the girl revel in the attention she was getting; smiled at her obvious desire to open Josephine's present first but held off by commenting on the silver statue she received from the professor.

The gold leaf, yeah Gus figured that was what it was. The boss didn't go with half measures. It gleamed in the lighting over the table and cast a glow onto the white table cloth. He could see that the girl's eyes kept being drawn to it, and Gus wondered what it was that Josephine had put into the box.

From the smile on the bosses face, as well as on Michele's Gus figured it was a very... interesting.... gift.

It was in his peripheral vision that Gus caught Sam leaning backwards towards him. His perception of her closeness combined with the increased awareness of her scent began to arouse him, and Gus worked at keeping his face and body language from displaying his interest. He heard but didn't immediately react to Sam's response to his offer of coffee and bourbon after they were dismissed from the dining room.

He did drop his gaze though as he noticed her arm move. Not enough to take his attention from the table. Just enough to know Sam had brought one hand to her backside, and had used it to stroke and caress one of her cheeks. He felt the stirrings of his male response and inwardly grinned. The last time Gus was wrapped around a pretty finger was a lot of years before.

He waited until Sam stopped. "She was probably disappointed I hadn't reacted" Gus thought to himself. Well, time to correct that misconception...

As the birthday girl asked yet another question of the professor Gus cupped his right hand on the cheek of Sam's yes very nice bottom. He leaned into her and spoke quietly into her ear "Then we'll meet in my rooms over the carriage house. Fresh hot coffee and bourbon. And maybe" he gently closed his hand, firm pressure on Sam's cheek "some of those fancy strawberries of yours."

Gus straightened as he slowly, lazily brought his hand up Sam's back, tracing the zipper of her dress with his finger tips. With her silky long hair concealing it Gus stealthily moved his hand to the base of Sam's neck, just above the neckline of her gown. He wrapped his fingers around the warm skin and gently caressed Sam as the rest of the guests watched Karen start to unwrap the present the boss gave her. He could feel Sam's heart beat hard and strong.

Sam watched Karen and how much Josephine eyes were sparkling waiting for Karen to open her present, she stoped playing with her own cheek thinking Gus was one of those men who you couldnt just distract. Feeling suddenly Gus strong hand firmly on her ass cheek she gasps and stands straight.

Listening to him very closely while her eyes were locked on the guests and Josephine she had a smile grow on her lips knowing now she had distracted him. Feeling his hand trace up her back over the zipper of her gown. She holds her breath as his fingers then caress gently the back of her neck she takes a deep breath she also leaned slightly back against his hand enjoying his touch.

Her heart started to beat a bit faster and her breathing was deeper as she tried not to look aroused or distracted in any way. She looked once more if anyone needed a new cup of coffee or somthing else.

Her First Love

Before Professor Edgeways could reply, Uncle Ian leaned over to refill Karen’s wine glass.

“That is Khensit, I believe,” he explained. “She’s a daughter of Ra, the sun god. It’s from the Late Period, obviously, and given the lack of Persian influence, I would say it is almost certainly Twenty-Sixth Dynasty.”

“Thank you, Uncle!” Karen smiled up at him, remembering why she loved him so much. Together with his kind and generous spirit, he also had a brilliant mind.

Ian knew his stuff. That's why the professor enjoyed coming here. It was an intellectual orgy. Not he would have refused the other kind but there was little chance of that.
Professor edgeways strenched out his arms. "Let us all pay tribute to this vast gathering of inof giants of the intellect before which I am a drop in a river."

Gus idly watched Karen pick up the statue and examine it, then heard Ian's explanation of what the figurine represented.

Egypt. Damned hot and nothing but sand. A memory of a job there, years back when Gus 'freelanced'. And of an interesting night with a couple of the lads from the job.

One was a Colour Sergeant of Her Royal Marines and on loan; the other recently retired from the SAS as a Squad Sergeant Major. Both had wonderful non-stories of the Falklands which went well with the cold beer they weren't supposed to be drinking. Since none of the three were officially at the location they were drinking their non-existent ice cold brews, it all made a sort of weird sense... And the reason they were talking with Gus at all was due to his interesting non-stories of being in certain African countries doing the fictitious odd job. Gus wanted a bourbon right then. Thinking of Africa - of any of the nasty places he'd been - made him thirsty.

Then Gus did grin. It did bad things to his face when he grinned. Old scars showed... "Chensit. Cripes. The girl in that fancy school girl uniform would shit if she found out it was also the word for placenta."

He had felt Sam lean back into him. He hoped Josephine would finish this soon and dismiss them all. He had too much to do and really wanted to have that drink with Sam. Thinking of which...

His hand traveled down again along her spine. He stopped awhile at the junction just before her bottom and massaged gently. Then as Edgeways' gave his toast? Acknowledgement of Ian's pronouncement? "Professors" was all Gus could really think, he brought his fingers down along the cleft of Sam's bottom, tracing the line between her cheeks. He grinned a little wider as he felt her push back. He leaned towards her and spoke low and soft into her ear "Good girl".

hay

So Gus, had been in Egypt? Professor edgeways had his suspitions. Sadats secret police, had been involved in the attempted coup aganist The Angolan Governor General in 72.
Sam looks so sexy. God anyman would be lucky.

Sam hope Josephine would let them go back to their work soon, thou she would have to also stay close just incase someone needed another drink or somthing to eat but enough time to have a drink with Gus there probly would be.

Feeling his hand travel down again over her bottom she leaned against his hand some again trying not to nibble on her lip. She just smiled so no one would notice what Gus was doing or what she was thinking. Professor Edgeways kept looking over to her so she smiled back over to him wondering what was going threw his mind as she then looked back to Josephine.

She then felt him lean closer to her, again she held her breath just for a second. She heard his strong low voice say good girl which made her smile even more and think about showing him how much of a good girl she was.

She loved pleasing women but men was just a bit more fun to please. Her hand reached behind her slowly and so that maybe no one would notice to reach for him to teasingly play back at him as he was doing to her wondering how he would react to that.

Getting Toasted




“Let us all pay tribute to this vast gathering of giants of the intellect before which I am a drop in a river,” Dr. Edgeways suggested.

Stifling a snort at this ironic mix of pomposity and false humility, Josephine raised her wine goblet. “To all our resident geniuses.”

Her glance found Gus, already making advances with the new chef. Josephine suspected both of them had more going on between their ears than their focus on the loins would suggest. Of course, that probably applied to everyone in the room, including if not especially Karen.

“And another toast,” she added with that in mind. “To our birthday girl and graduate, Miss Karen Callingwood.”

Josephine purposely refrained from looking at the golden box Karen so pointedly ignored in front of her.

"To our birthday girl and graduate," Josephine toasted. "Miss Karen Callingwood."

Deputy Mary Green, who sat next to Karen, happily lifted her own glass and drank a healthy sip of the excellent red wine. She noticed the interplay between the two women as Karen pointedly showed no curiosity about the gold wrapped gift Josephine had given her, while Josephine just as pointedly ignored Karen ignoring it.

"Well, Karen, no one else may care," Mary spoke loudly enough for all in the room to hear. "But I'm dying to find out what Josephine gave you. Won't you please open her present?"

Saving Face




“I'm dying to find out what Josephine gave you” Deputy Mary Green said to Karen. “Won't you please open her present?”

Josephine appreciated Mary’s obvious provision of cover. It allowed her to address Karen directly.

“By all means, my Dear. Please examine my gift. I think you will appreciate its significance.”

Heir Apparent



Karen had set her present out on the table. It provided a provocative display against the vestal white linen.

Prince Carl Gustav leaned over to Josephine and whispered, “Wherever did you find it, my Dear?”

“Lovely, isn’t it, Gussie?” she replied. “It’s an antique. I found it in a little shop in Essex about six years ago. When I saw it, I immediately thought of Karen and knew I had found her eighteenth birthday gift.”

Then Josephine raised her voice, addressing Karen at the far end of the table, intending for all to hear.

“That’s more than a gift, my Dear; it’s a symbol. Given my circumstances and lifestyle, I never saw fit to have any children of my own. On the other hand, as your uncle raised you here, the happy duty fell upon me to act as your surrogate mother. I think of you like a daughter. As such, I’ve decided to make you my heir, not just to much of my fortune but, more imortantly, to the legacy of love I have created in this household.”

The Proof is in....



“A better Mother there could not have been, my Dear,” Prince Carl Gustav whispered to Josephine regarding her gift to Karen and all it represented. “I do hope she realizes just how loved she truly is, and just what your present truly symbolizes, perhaps.”

“As to some of its significance, Gussie, albeit its most base,” Josephine replied softly. “Let’s put that to the test right now.”

She raised her voice to address Karen at the far end of the table. “Our dear Carl Gustav wonders if you appreciate the full significance of my gift, Darling. I believe you do. For instance, at its most mundane, it symbolizes your right and duty to assist in the smooth and proper operation of this eccentric household. While your Uncle Ian attends us in appropriate eveningwear, neither of our maids — Michele nor Samantha — have done us the same honor. How shall we address this transgression?”

Samantha smiled looking at what Josephine had given Karen for her Birthday and graduation. She just arrived today but noticed how much they all ment to each other and hoped one day to mean about the same.

She stood there still enjoying Gus teasing and all as she then heard Jospehine reply about their clothing that Ian had the poper things on and Michele and she didnt. She then remembered cause of the bomb and all they totally forgot to redress in the poper clothing. She looked down at herself and blushed some that was the last thing she had wanted to do on her first day somthing wrong! She glanced once over to Michele as if saying oops sorry for distracting you and now also going to get in trouble.

She took a step forward so that Karen could see what she was wearing and all, she folded her hands on her back and stood straight but kept her eyes low as Respect wondering what Josephine and Karen would do and what Josephine would do if Karen choose a punishment that didnt fit the one Josephine would have given us.

She wanted so badly to say that she is so sorry for not wearing the poper clothing but cause of cooking and bomb and all it just went to fast all of it and that she just put on the wrong dress but she didnt dare speak now knowing that could mean worse for her. She glanced once over to Gus he was going to probly like this if Karen did that what she thought she was going to do then he was going to be able to peek at what sam had to give before that drink he wanted to take with her.

Gus appreciated the quiet snort given out by Josephine after the prof's somewhat fustian toast. And caught her glance at his gentle caressing of Sam's back. He gave a ghost of a smile to his boss, a slight nod and went back to his business.

Another toast? No decent drink in sight so Gus just continued to cup the lovely bum pressing against his hand.

Gus watched as the younger girl at the table carefully removed the gold leaf foil covering the box. He almost winced calculated the cost of the covering - hell he knew the boss was loaded but...

The look on the cops face was illuminating when Karen finally revealed what was in the box. Her upper body leaned forward, her eyes glittering, the corners of her mouth drawn into a hungry smile as the younger girl seated next to her removed the antique riding quirt from the tissue lining the long narrow box. Gus took in the other guests faces and smirked. "Someone is going to be dancing to that baton" he thought to himself "and the boss has something in mind."

The news of the young lady becoming Josephine's heir was of little interest to Gus, after all he had some money aside, a few patents and other 'friends'. Still, he was glad to hear that there would be some continuity to the household. He stayed out of what he thought of as the 'upstairs' politics.

What was far more interesting to Gus was the next item of Josephine's now obvious agenda. And his interest was well and fully piqued. If he was to bet at that moment - well... He'd say Sam would be the one with her dress off, leaning over the table and a few well timed (and to be admitted fully enjoyed by the company assembled) and hopefully expertly spaced stripes laid on her pert bottom. He felt a stirring thinking about that drink afterwards.

But. Michele. An object lesson? Interesting. At that moment Gus realized it was a truly 50-50 odds proposition. He crossed his arms across his chest to watch the fun.

The Pudding


“Our dear Carl Gustav wonders if you appreciate the full significance of my gift, Darling” Josephine said to Karen. “I believe you do. For instance, at its most mundane, it symbolizes your right and duty to assist in the smooth and proper operation of this eccentric household. While your Uncle Ian attends us in appropriate eveningwear, neither of our maids — Michele nor Samantha — have done us the same honor. How shall we address this transgression?”

Karen glanced around the room, noticing how the various guests and staff reacted to this, her first test in management, in leadership, in dominance. Michele, wearing just a short black satin robe, blushed noticeably, or perhaps it was the sexual flush to which the pale blonde so often succumbed. Actually a year older than Karen, her face revealed little of how she felt about their new relative status.

The most interesting reaction came from Gus — the one servant apparently exempt from Josephine’s mandate for formalwear at dinner — and the new girl, Samantha, the two of whom had been playing almost hidden feel-and-grab for the past few minutes. Samantha took a step forward, folding her hands behind her straight back. This made her breasts stand out under her silk blouse over a simple black skirt. Gus’s eyes went immediately to Karen’s new riding crop. He obviously expected it to play a part in the maids’ lesson.

Karen disregarded that obvious and indelicate option. She preferred the sublime. She took a sip of wine and announced her decision.

“Seeing as Michele and Samantha failed to dress appropriately for dinner, they have lost the privilege of dressing at all. They shall strip themselves bare immediately and, for the remainder of this evening, until they go to bed,” Karen giggled slightly, then continued. “Indeed, until they awaken tomorrow to their morning duties, they shall remain entirely naked.”

An indelicate chuckle was rumbling in Gus' chest, threatening to erupt and likely spoiling the moment. "Well played little boss" he thought, giving the younger girl her new nickname.

He admired the way the girl started showing her dominance over the staff. Josephine's chambermaid Michele as well as Sam having the privilege of being clothed removed. That would make further serving the guests a lot more fun to watch.

And Ian's now having to take orders from the younger girl. "And even better played boss" Gus said to himself. The house's unstated majordomo under the thumb of his niece. Nice

So how to play it Gus thought. "Hell, I'm staff too" he remembered. Meh. His duties tended to keep him out of sight. So likely out of mind.

The corner of his lip turned to another ghost of a smile. He was most definitely looking forward to that drink later with Sam.

The Proof, Period.



“Seeing as Michele and Samantha failed to dress appropriately for dinner,” Karen began her pronouncement. “They have lost the privilege of dressing at all. They shall strip themselves bare immediately and, for the remainder of this evening, until they go to bed — indeed, until they awaken tomorrow to their morning duties — they shall remain entirely naked.”

Only her slight giggle near the end revealed the girl’s exceptional youth for one having such authority. Josephine leaned over and whispered in Prince Carl Gustav’s ear. “Not bad for a beginner, wouldn’t you say, Gussie?”

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Josephine raised her voice to address Karen at the far end of the table. “Our dear Carl Gustav wonders if you appreciate the full significance of my gift, Darling. I believe you do. For instance, at its most mundane, it symbolizes your right and duty to assist in the smooth and proper operation of this eccentric household. While your Uncle Ian attends us in appropriate eveningwear, neither of our maids — Michele nor Samantha — have done us the same honor. How shall we address this transgression?”

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Michele's eyes went to the riding crop Josephine had just given Karen. Josephine herself had never struck Michele with anything more forceful than her mink or satin floggers. Would she allow Karen to actually beat her if she wished?

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Karen took a sip of wine and announced her decision.

“Seeing as Michele and Samantha failed to dress appropriately for dinner, they have lost the privilege of dressing at all. They shall strip themselves bare immediately and, for the remainder of this evening, until they go to bed,” Karen giggled slightly, then continued. “Indeed, until they awaken tomorrow to their morning duties, they shall remain entirely naked.”

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Michele's face beamed with an appreciative smile. She loved moving around the manor nude, and would more often if Josephine allowed it. She slipped out of her black satin robe, folded it neatly, and set it on the buffet. Now completely bare, including the fact that she went bald everywhere below the neck, she returned to her place behind and to the right of Josephine.

The grin still lit her face.