Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

“Oh, I understand” Josephine smirked. “I understand exactly, given your own secrets, how seeing my maids in their natural state must affect you. In this instance, Chaz, my secrets are far less embarrassing.”

"Josephine Maria Czartoryski..." Chauncey began when a knock at the door interupted him he quickly lowered his voice, "we agreed you wouldn't speak of that as long as I did as you requested when you requested. I have held my end of that pact and expect you to continue to honor it as well. I will be civil, but this discussion is not over." He did his best to emphasize his words but kept his voice down and then in exasperation pulled the door of the study open and in his haste nearly trampled the naked waif standing just outside the door.

Escort Service


Michele had to jump back to avoid being knocked over as Chauncey came storming out of Josephine's office. Either the prearranged plan for ending such interviews had proved unnecessary, or it had worked with exceptional efficiency. Nonetheless. Michele spoke her line.

"Mr. Builtmore, my Lady's other guests are anxious to meet you. May I escort you to dinner?"

Chauncey pulled up short before trampling the young chambermaid who had jumped out of the way lest he land completely on top of her. He quickly regained his composure at being confronted with her naked form and began to eye her lasciviously before catching himself.

"Mr. Builtmore, my Lady's other guests are anxious to meet you. May I escort you to dinner?"

He turned back towards the study and in a very loud whisper, "Josephine!" He pointed at the nude girl as if possibly Josephine hadn't known she had no clothing on and shrugged his shoulders as if asking what he was to do alternately looking at Josephine and then her servant.


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"I already told you I'm a virgin," Karen reminded Mary loudly. Then she leaned over to whisper. "That is, if you don't count my vibrator or dorm roommate's strap-on."

"Really?" Deputy Mary Green whispered back. "Then I think you might like my nightstick!"

Naked Truth



Chauncey went for a dramatic exit, but stopped short when he almost ran into Michele, standing naked outside the door.

“Mr. Builtmore,” she greeted him. “My Lady’s other guests are anxious to meet you. May I escort you to dinner?”

He made a half turn and, pointing to the girl, hissed to his host, “Josephine!”

He seemed unable to decide whether to ogle Michele or avert his eyes.

“Oh really, Chaz!” Josephine snorted. “It’s not like you haven’t seen a nude woman before. Grow a pair, be a gentleman, and enjoy the privilege of entering the diningroom with Pusscake on one arm and me on the other.”

She stepped forward and offered him her right elbow. Taking her cue, Michele moved closer and extended her left.

When in Rome.....

“Oh really, Chaz!” Josephine snorted. “It’s not like you haven’t seen a nude woman before. Grow a pair, be a gentleman, and enjoy the privilege of entering the diningroom with Pusscake on one arm and me on the other.”

She stepped forward and offered him her right elbow. Taking her cue, Michele moved closer and extended her left.

Chauncey, ever the gentleman, proffered both of his arms to the women, and hooked each of the ladies arms in his. He did his very best to present as both the model of decorum and refinement as he walked with the elegantly dressed Josephine on one arm and the naked servant on the other, head held high, and only occasionally sneaking surreptitious glances at the bare maiden while speaking without moving his lips much to Josephine.

"I have no idea of your game, madam, but rest assured, HE will hear about this night."

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"Can I take a rain-check?" Karen replied to Mary's obvious pass "I have other plans for tonight."

"Your uncle, right?" Mary suggested. "Don't look so surprised. I'm a trained investigator, although I didn't really need that to notice how you've been looking at him. The funny thing is, I don't think he's figured it out yet."

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Good Heavens! They really were involved. Professor Edgeways thought, He would like to horsewhip that being, he wouldn't use his name, who insulted the mistress. She had saved so many with a smile, a grant, a few words in command to restore sanity, and he dared. Worthless Spoiled scum!

Reintroduction



“I have no idea of your game, Madam,” Chauncey growled in Josephine’s right ear as he escorted her and Michele across the foyer. “But rest assured, he will hear about this night.”

Josephine knew to whom he referred, of course, but had no fear that of repercussions in this instance. Instead, she laughed gaily as they entered the diningroom.

“Ladies and gentleman, though some of you already know him, allow me to introduce Mr. Chauncey Builtmore, a dear old friend.”

Josephine knew to whom he referred, of course, but had no fear that of repercussions in this instance. Instead, she laughed gaily as they entered the diningroom.

“Ladies and gentleman, though some of you already know him, allow me to introduce Mr. Chauncey Builtmore, a dear old friend.”


Chauncey half bowed in a civilized manner, releasing Josephine while continuing to hold the arm of the chambermaid. He pulled the blank envelop containing the sizable check out of his inside jacket pocket and gave it to Karen. "Happy birthday child. I trust you will find some use for this." Then in a conspiratorial tone whispered, "and watch yourself lest the madam have you cavorting around in a similar state of dress as the servants."

He then allowed himself to be led to an empty seat and used the opportunity of sitting down to steal one last surreptitious glance at the naked servant.


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Professor edgeways hesitiated, He had no desire to offend the mistress by interfering but this bounder had crossed a line. What to do? His hands shook, not with fear but repressed energy.

Seeing the man walk in with Michelle and Josephine on his arm she sighed some did she do something wrong or was her body not as nice at Michelle’s that he was just offended by her sight. She got a empty glass and the bottle of wine and headed to his seat to offer him a glass wine or coffee if he wished that.

“Would the gentlemen like a glass of wine or a cup of Coffee?!”

Her eyes looked back at Karen and then to the prince. Samantha then looked over to Josephine as if asking her as well if she wished another glass of wine or coffee.

Samantha nodded and gave him his coffee and without saying another would she travelled over to the prince to also pour him another cup of coffee.

She leaned to his ear to whisper her secret of the coffee her lips brushing ever so softly his ear as her hot breath danced over his skin while she whispered.

„Vanilla I put a pinch of Vanilla in the coffee powder before it is cooked....."

She smiled to him her hip brushed against him slightly as she leaned forward to pour his cup full again.

"I'll be attending Marquette University starting this autumn, Mr. Builtmore," Karen replied to Chauncey's inquiry. "In the meantime, I'll use this summer to begin to learn all I need to know to properly discharge my duties as Josephine's heir.


Chauncey's glance was quickly snapped back to Karen upon hearing her words. "Josephine's what?" He fairly spat his coffee across the table upon the young lady's bold announcement. "My dear," he managed to choke out, "that is" he paused as he searched for the right words, "that is indeed a sizable ambition to emulate our esteemed hostess." He gave a disapproving look in Josephine's direction. "Are you quite sure my dear, that you entirely know what it is you are saying?"

But Chauncey was nothing if not resilient. He gave the young lady his best Cheshire cat smile and feigned interest in her words. The other testosterone addled hedonists in the room ceased to exist as he pressed to learn just WHAT of Josephine's secrets this young one knew.

Future Perfect Tense



“If you had been punctual, Chaz, then you’d know that I’d named her as my heir this very night,” Josephine told him. “It was I who determined her capability, and if you knew her as I do, you would not doubt it. But don’t worry, dear Chaz, I do not plan to kick the bucket anytime soon. You’re stuck with me for the long haul.”

"Marquette? That's wonderful!" Mary told Karen. "I teach an evening class once a week at MATC. Maybe sometimes we can get together for a late supper afterwards."

Mary's thoughts drifted to where that might lead, so she ask with seeming nonchalance, "Will you be living in the dorms?"

“If you had been punctual, Chaz, then you’d know that I’d named her as my heir this very night,” Josephine told him. “It was I who determined her capability, and if you knew her as I do, you would not doubt it. But don’t worry, dear Chaz, I do not plan to kick the bucket anytime soon. You’re stuck with me for the long haul.”

Chauncey bristled at the casual way she tossed around the nickname he had so come to despise in his youth. She had begun using it when they were children and she continued to use to this day to tease him. He also knew if he continued this verbal haranguing, things could get out of hand and while terribly embarrassing for him, the consequences for his friend would be of a far different nature, and he had no desire for that. To make matters worse, the sophomoric behavior of one of the other guests indicated that as always, Josephine had attracted those, anxious to gain access to her inner circle, but truly not aware of what that meant. He imagined the individual as one that would lick Josephine's boots (or anything of anyone else Josephine so chose) just to get a glimpse into her life.

So Chauncey set out to disarm the situation, but he couldn't resist one last tiny salvo at his hostess, "My dear friend Jose," he grinned at the little girl name being used for this regal lady,"we've known each other since childhood when we terrorized the halls of my parents' hotels. We have shared more," he paused for a moment to find the right word, "indiscretions and improprieties than even the closest of friends should know of each other. I have no doubt that you have interviewed and," pausing lest he use the wrong word, "tested this young lass most extensively." He found it hard to subdue the grin on his face as he looked at Josephine, knowing her sexual proclivities. "I was just curious if you had informed her of ALL the exotic locations and persons to which this position will have her," he paused once more and with a twinkle in his eye and a Nicolas Cage type flip of his left hand, finished the sentence, "tied."

Then for measure he turned to her other guest and asked, "and pray tell my snickering sir, how does one acquire four Sir names? Was your mother unable to accurately determine your true sire and therefore chose a bit of each?"

Tom Avery Arrives at Dominion

Tom Avery felt almost done in. "You're a fucking fool!" he muttered aloud as he walked doggedly in the bright afternoon sun. Dark stands of beech and poplar around him remained silent in response, save for the distant gutteral call of a crow or raven. A trucker had dropped Tom off at the paved single-lane where it met the highway outside of Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, saying he thought it was just a "short way" to the gate of the Czartoryski estate. That had been two hours ago. Tom stopped, slipped the large hiking backpack from his shoulders and set it down beside him at the side of the road. He stretched, arching far back with a groan, then flopped on his back in the thick grass, and closed his eyes. "Relax." he told himself. There was still sufficient time before it was too late to be knocking on peoples' doors. Still, he would probably have to sleep in the woods tonight unless he was very lucky with hitching a ride back to his room in town. Only a couple of cars had passed him on the road; there might not be another before darkness set in.

Among other things, Tom's pack contained a sketchbook and colored pencils, a large portfolio of portrait and architecture drawings, a canteen and a couple of apples, and a spare shirt and slacks. This much, he had planned for: he could at least try to change from his dusty, sweat-soaked clothes if he got in. But this was the LAST time, he thought to himself. The last time he would head off without a map or a clear idea of the route - just a shrug and that stupid "It'll be an adventure!" mantra -- asking strangers if he needed directions.
After a 10-minute rest, he got up, slipped the pack on, and headed off at a good pace again. At 33, Tom was still very fit. Thank goodness for all the jogging he had done while in law school the previous year. Now, ironically, he had no time for regular exercise.

Every waking hour this summer had been a chaotic dash of getting set up at another art fair, calculating when sales had or would become too slow, researching the next best bet, transporting boxes by bus to the next town, then searching for a cheap place to stay there. It was insane to do the circuit without a car of his own, but he couldn't afford the expense. And all the while, he would be painting or drawing whenever possible to build his stock and portfolio. Financially, he was surviving, - barely. Directly approaching rich potential customers sounded crazy to most of the artists he spoke to, but against the odds he had found two good clients that way already.

Three days ago, Tom had sold a small watercolor of Wilmot Mountain to a pretty young blonde who flirted playfully for quite a while before finally buying. She had mentioned that the Czartoryski estate was a fine example of Georgian architecture. And though she seemed to know little about the owner, she gave a bedazzlingly sly grin when she said that she had heard Josephine Czartoryski had quite eclectic tastes, and who knows - might want a portrait done.

It hardly made for even a half-decent prospect; it was really quite impractical to set off on foot and thumb without more than a grin and a hunch as incentive. And yet, though there was nothing that unusual about flirting a bit with potential customers at his fair stall, there was something about this one that tugged at his imagination fiercely when he let it. Tom was usually quite shy when faced with women who made their desire too obvious and forward. The blonde, however, was clearly just enjoying his ogling appreciation, and was not in an aggressive or needy mood. Her large, high breasts would sway a bit as she turned quickly to question or comment on a piece, and invariably she would catch Tom's eyes glued to the sharp jutting points that had no bra to confine them under the pink blouse. He remained polite, smiling, grinning a bit when she giggled and licked her lips as she turned quickly again to another work. By the time she left, Tom was sure those sweet peaks had grown considerably, and his cock was painfully threatening to burst a seam in his tight jeans.

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It was another fifteen minutes before Tom Avery saw the gate to the estate. In that time, Tom's erotic imagination had run free. There was no one around, and no cars had passed for an hour. He was usually too tired at night to masturbate, and too rushed in the morning to do anything but stroke his cock slowly a few times and promise himself a good hard wank when he finally got back to his room. It thoroughly amazed him to realize it, but with all his energy spent on making and selling art, and all the craziness of maximizing his time on the summer fair circuit, he had managed only two nights with a woman in the past four months. Yet, masturbation, as much as he loved it, hadn't seemed as vital to his sanity as it once had. It was almost three days now since he had woken up early from a sensual dream, thought of the flirty blonde, and jacked off frantically as he envisioned her naked, smiling and moaning as he humped her fast from behind. Now, the scent of wildflowers by the road had turned to her perfume, and he imagined her stroking his cock to eruption of a big load all over her wonderful tits as he twisted her nipples gently.

Tom walked down a dirt road to the gate, sighing as he tore his mind from the intoxication of sex. When he had finally gained some sobriety, he tried the gate but found it locked. Butterflies drifted from bloom to bloom at the base of the high brick wall. A bronze plaque by a single buzzer said simply - "Dominion". Tom pushed the buzzer, then studied the cobblestone road beyond it. There was nothing to see but woods and rocks. A woodpecker knocked nearby, and he heard the buzzing of bees.