Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power



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“Eight birthday kisses, I presume,” Josephine chuckled. “As for the rest, it’s good to see you leaned at least one practical skill at the blue-blood boarding school we sent you to.”

Turning back to Tom, Josephine still showed a wicked smile. “We simply couldn’t allow you to go to Iowa. Galena would be bad enough — though probably offer better opportunities to a starving artist — but not Iowa, surely! We won’t stand for that.”

She paused a moment, then asked, “Tell me, Tom, how much profit do you honestly hope to realize in this caper in the cradle of corn country?”

Standing near the head of the table, less than ten feet from Karen and Michelle, Tom had managed to keep his eyes on Josephine as she continued their conversation about the teenager's portrait. Now, with Michelle's moans gradually quieting to sighs, he couldn't help but return the older woman's beautiful smile.

"Well, there's not much profit in this so far. Possibly as much as five thousand, if I'm lucky. Or, I might just break even if it doen't go well. It's my first season, testing out the arts fairs, so I'm mostly just gaining experience."
 
Artist in Residence



“Five thousand?” Josephine laughed. “I know a lot about business and my fair share about art. It would be a miracle if you grossed five thousand, much less netted it. Please don’t misunderstand me. That’s not a judgement upon your considerable talent, just a reality of art fairs in great cosmopolitan metropolises like Grand Rapids, Iowa.”

Seeing the crestfallen expression lingering on the young man’s face, she got to her purpose. “I’ll tell you what; I’ll pay you five hundred dollars per week to stay here and paint instead. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but consider that it includes room and board as well, along with the reasonable commissions for any art you produce that I want to keep. I’ll also pay the first premium of such health insurance as you believe you need and can afford. You can stay on for as long as you want at that same pay after you finish Karen’s portrait, assuming you want to stay and that I haven’t gotten sick of you. You’ll be my ‘Artist in Residence.’ You won’t be an actual employee like the rest of the staff. You’ll be an independent contractor. Have we a deal?”



 
Acceptance

Josephine:
Five thousand?” Josephine laughed. “I know a lot about business and my fair share about art. It would be a miracle if you grossed five thousand, much less netted it. Please don’t misunderstand me. That’s not a judgement upon your considerable talent, just a reality of art fairs in great cosmopolitan metropolises like Grand Rapids, Iowa.”

Seeing the crestfallen expression lingering on the young man’s face, she got to her purpose.

Tom:
Tom's face fell a bit at hearing Josephine's laughter and sarcasm, but the "crestfallen expression" did not linger more than a few seconds; his default 'polite' smile was soon in place again.

Josephine:
“I’ll tell you what; I’ll pay you five hundred dollars per week to stay here and paint instead. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but consider that it includes room and board as well, along with the reasonable commissions for any art you produce that I want to keep. I’ll also pay the first premium of such health insurance as you believe you need and can afford. You can stay on for as long as you want at that same pay after you finish Karen’s portrait, assuming you want to stay and that I haven’t gotten sick of you. You’ll be my ‘Artist in Residence.’ You won’t be an actual *employee* (http://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=66668243&postcount=34) like the rest of the staff. You’ll be an independent contractor. Have we a deal?”

Tom:
It took only a few moments for Tom Avery to realize just how attractive an offer he had just been given. Being paid a salary to paint as he liked, escaping the summer circuit grind, and living in the lap . . . of . . . . "Luxury" was an indadequate word for the mansion and its inhabitants, he thought. He quickly forgot about questioning the assumptions behind Josephine's laughter.

"That . . . certainly appears to be a generous offer, Ma'am! So . . . as I understand it, the 'contract' would be for an indefinite period after Karen's portrait is finished, with either of us free to cancel it at any time. And you would have the right of first refusal to any work I produce while under the contract, assuming we agree on its price. If that's an accurate summary, then . . . Yes, we have a deal, and I'm very grateful for the opportunity!"
 


“Do you remember, You Highness?” Karen asked. “When I was little and you, like Josephine, would let me cuddle up in your lap while you read to me?”


Carl smiled. He did indeed remember those times and all the times the precocious little girl had gotten him to take her horseback riding by pouting and putting on a sad face that he knew was false but he had not been able to resist. Even back then she had known how to wrap men around her little finger and it seemed him especially so.

"Of course my dear. Many were the hours that you were either in my lap listening me read your favorite stories or out making me teach you to ride madam Josephines prize horses. Truly I did not know sometimes which was more wild, The horses or you. Still I remember those days fondly and look what that young tearaway has grown into. I don't suppose you still ride do you Karen? It would be a magnificent site to see you astride a beast going all out."

Of course his voice was pitched in such a way that the comment he just made could be taken in both a normal or sexual way. He wondered how she would take it. "Oh and I was able to retrieve your present my dear. Please be careful with it, it is rather fragile. I hope you like it and it is not to Girly for you. I do have another present for you but it is not coming for another few days. I did not know if you would be here and I have to make a phone call and have it delivered," he said with a cheeky smile.
 

Karen took the present and carefully opened it. Her eyes grew wide.

"Of course!" she laughed joyfully. "I would never have expected anything like this, but it's the perfect gift from you, isn't it?"

 
Samantha wiggled her buttocks in his hands as she grew wetter and hotter under his tongue.

"Mmm..Ian I believe you know how to pick your berries...ssssss"

Samantha just hoped that they both were missing hadn't been noticed yet and that Karen wouldn't think of what they might have done while gone. She wasn't sure how she would react.
 
Carl smiled at Karen, glad she was pleased with her gift. He had not been sure she would up until the time she had actually smiled at him after she had opened it. She had changed so much since the last time he had seen her. She had definitely grown up and he had to admit she was now a gorgeous young woman. He only hoped she would appreciate the second part of her present as well.

"Well what can I say My Dear. To me you were the little girl that always either wanted a story or wanted to be on a horse. So it was either a book or a Horse for your birthday and I do believe you would be sick of books by now. So a horse it had to be," he smiled.
 
Another in Residence



“Yes,” Tom ultimately replied. “We have a deal, and I'm very grateful for the opportunity!”

Josephine smiled and extended her hand. “Welcome to the menagerie. Make yourself at home.”



 


“Yes,” Tom ultimately replied. “We have a deal, and I'm very grateful for the opportunity!”

Josephine smiled and extended her hand. “Welcome to the menagerie. Make yourself at home.”

"Thank you," said Tom, returning Josephine's smile as he shook her hand. He then returned to his seat between Chauncey Builtmore and Constable Green.
 
To this point, Chauncey had remained silent, instead taking in all of the goings on of the collective group and most notably the 2 naked servants as they had surreptitiously had their fun with the Prince and the Professor and even more so with Karen. He wondered to himself about the very obvious absence of Ian and the younger servant now, and how long it would take Josephine to become curious herself. He also wondered having witnessed the servant's rather noticeable orgasm, how long before the party took on the flavor of past birthday parties at the mansion. It was a scene he most certainly did not want to miss.

"Thank you," said Tom, returning Josephine's smile as he shook her hand. He then returned to his seat between Chauncey Builtmore and Constable Green.

As the young artist sat down, Chauncey extended his hand to him. "Welcome indeed young man. There are a great many things you will see and experience while a guest in this fine mansion." His manor was warm and welcoming but his face bore a bit of a Cheshire Cat expression.
 
As the young artist sat down, Chauncey extended his hand to him. "Welcome indeed young man. There are a great many things you will see and experience while a guest in this fine mansion." His manor was warm and welcoming but his face bore a bit of a Cheshire Cat expression.

"Thank you," said Tom as he reached over to shake Chauncey's hand.
 
"Mmm... Ian!" Samantha groaned "I believe you know how to pick your berriesssssss...."

He lifted his head just long enough to say, "Thank you. And I like to take my time tasting them."

Than he resumed licking her clitoris, trying to make her come.
 

Slipping the crystal statuette carefully back into its velvet lined box, Karen quickly turned and climbed into Prince Carl Gustav's lap, straddling it with her knees on either side of his hips, causing her short pleated skirt to ride up high on her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him with appreciation and passion.

 
Carl smiled as she crawled cat like into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He in turn wrapped his around her lovely posterior and leaned into her kiss and gave back as good as he got. He kissed her hot and hard, his tongue entering her mouth and dueling with the young woman's in a silent tussle for dominance. He licked all along her teeth and penetrated as deep into her mouth as he could only to feel her tongue pushing back and plunging itself into his mouth and licking inside his.

He began to fondle her ass cheeks as he kissed her, Kneading them with his strong hands and massaging them firmly. Then as she began to pull away from him to end the kiss he raised his right hand and swiftly brought it down and across her right buttock in a sharp stinging blow. It was not too hard, but hard enough to leave a nice red welt on her cheek where he had manipulated her dress up to expose it.

He looked her in the eye and winked. "Well you did say Kiss or smacks my dear. I just chose to take both. I hope you don't mind?" he asked with a fake innocent look.
 
Michele listened with interest as Josephine signed on Tom to become the manor's "Artist in Residence." Still giddy from the orgasm Karen had given her, she knelt down on the right side of Josephine's chair.

"Can I get a portrait done after Karen, Boo'ful?" she asked. "Can it be a nude?"
 
A Model Model?



“Can I get a portrait done after Karen, Boo`ful?” Michele asked. “Can it be a nude?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Pusscake,” Josephine replied, then called down the table. “What do you think, Tom? Could you concentrate sufficiently to complete a nude portrait of my lovely Michele?”



 
Concentration Needed



“Can I get a portrait done after Karen, Boo`ful?” Michele asked. “Can it be a nude?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Pusscake,” Josephine replied, then called down the table. “What do you think, Tom? Could you concentrate sufficiently to complete a nude portrait of my lovely Michele?”

Tom looked at the two women at the end of the table, the naked young blonde, Michele, kneeling beside the elegant Josephine in black, who had just called Michele "Pusscake". For a moment, he felt a sense of helplessness. Was Josephine saying that he would be expected to concentrate solely on the portrait, even when he was completely alone with her Michele? That was one possibility.

"Well, Ma'am . . . having Michele pose nude for me might be . . . distracting, at least at first. I've never painted with a nude model, and she is very beautiful. But . . . I'm sure I can concentrate on the task at hand well enough to do a portrait. Yes . . . of course. Did you have any particular pose or other details in mind for the painting?"
 
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"Well you did say kiss or smacks, my Dear," the Prince said with a wink. "I just chose to take both. I hope you don't mind?"

"That's nine!" Karen announced loudly as she climbed off the Prince's lap, then added for his benefit, "Plus one I certainly didn't mind!"
 
Carl winked at her and whispered so only she could hear. "Well if you ever want any more then you know where to find me my dear. Perhaps we could find you some grown up books to read, and I could tell you some new stories," he chuckled.
 
Sam shivered and wiggled with her hole body as she was getting wetter and hotter from his licking.

"I...i...Iannnn Im g...going to cummmm "

She says as if he didnt already know that from the way her body reacted and how her hips shivered and bucked now and her breathing a slight panting already. Her fingers griped to him some more as she arched her back and tilted her head back moaning not sure how much longer she was going to be able to hold back her juices.
 


"I... I," Samantha stammered as Ian licked her clitoris. "I... Iannnn, I'm g... going to come!"

This simply inspired him to lick faster.
 
She moaned and shivered more and her hips started to buck against his tongue as she felt him speed his tongue on her clit. she couldnt help but cum all over his tongue as she panted slightly looking down at him.

"Ian!"

Her thighs shivered as she bite her lip as she then felt his tongue still licking at her to taste her juices as she looked over tot he back door as if to make sure no one was searching for them.
 
A Touch of Elegance



“Did you have any particular pose or other details in mind for the painting?” Tom asked about the proposed nude of Michele.

“Something elegant, I must insist,” Josephine replied. “I know Michele too well. She’d do something raunchy just to get my goat.”



 


“Did you have any particular pose or other details in mind for the painting?” Tom asked about the proposed nude of Michele.

“Something elegant, I must insist,” Josephine replied. “I know Michele too well. She’d do something raunchy just to get my goat.”

Tom smiled at Josephine. Inwardly he realized a seed for future fantasies had probably been planted. But surely Michele would behave. He couldn't imagine her deliberately sabotaging his efforts at a portrait she wanted herself.

"Hmmm . . . Elegant, then. I . . . always find high heels on a woman to be both elegant and erotic. Of course that's just one detail, but . . . perhaps showing Michele changing clothes?" He looked to both women inquiringly.
 
Prince Carl Gustav winked at Karen and whispered about the spank he'd given her so only she could hear. "Well, if you ever want any more, then you know where to find me, my Dear. Perhaps we could find you some grown up books to read, and I could tell you some new stories."

"I look forward to it, Your Highness," she replied softly, then looked up to seek the source of her next birthday kiss. Puzzlement creased her forehead as she raised her voice. "Where has Gus gotten off to now? For that matter, where is Uncle Ian?"
 
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