Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Not Quite “The Position”



“May I get dressed now please?” Alysa asked, desperation in her voice.

“Well, you’ll learn I’m very thorough,” Josephine responded. “I would be doing my staff and guests a disservice if I did not make entirely sure you aren’t concealing any dangerous contraband. Put your hands behind your back and spread your feet so they are farther apart than the width of your shoulders.”

Josephine slipped the tip of her index finger into her mouth as she stepped slowly toward Alysa.

My heart pounds inside of my head along with the rush of mixed emotions, none that was on the positive side of life except that I wasn’t on my way to prison. I looked into her eyes while she explained to me that she wasn’t going to start having a disservice to her guests by being incomplete in her checks. I bite my lower lip when she told me to put my hands behind my back and spread my feet just beyond my shoulders.

I swiftly look over shoulder at the other two ladies that are in the room with us and to my shame; they too have the cold glare look upon their faces. I shiver as my mind panics and fills with ghastly images of things that she could be thinking of doing too me. “Please… I not carry anything else upon me…” My British accent coming out strong with a little fear entangled in the tone… I swallow hard, shifting my weight from my left and then back to my right. I then remember what you told me to do; reluctantly I put my hands behind my back and interlock my fingers. “Please, tis not needed, I not carry anything else upon me.” I whimper over my lips. I slightly shake my head in disbelief that this was happening to me…

I see her sticking her index finger into her mouth and remove it. I know now what she is going to do. “Pleeeeasse… “I panic with the word… I find myself spreading my feet apart as she demands for me to do… I close my eyes and wait for her to do her thing to me… I swallow hard for this will be the first time I have ever had a female touch me in this manner…

Mercy



“That’s a good idea,” Josephine says as she pulls her wet fingertip from her mouth. “Keep your eyes closed. And I certainly don’t want this to hurt, so let’s get things all nice and slippery, shall we?”

Stepping close to Alysa, but not otherwise touching her, Josephine begins to use her wet finger to stroke the slit of Alysa’s womanhood.

Alysa touched

My body is acting on its own as it trembles and shakes with the emotional state that I am in. I feel my face is in a state of heated flush as shame and embarrassment reside deep within my mind. Her words do not soothe the fears or embarrassment that I am suffering from at this moment.

I gasp when I feel her finger slip past my trembling folds and strike against my clit. My body jolts to the sudden bursts of pleasure spiking through me. I take a deep breath while I fight the mixed feelings that are swirling around my mind. "Please stop!" I moan to her...

"How about you, Piper? Do you have any fun toys in either of those big cases of yours?"

"I'm tempted to say 'no', but I get the impression you could prove me wrong," Piper replied jovially and tried not to let on how annoyed she was becoming with the constant innuendo. "Nothing exciting. Clothes and toiletries in the boring case. Art supplies in the one decorated with rainbows, unicorns and God knows what else the camp kids painted on it."

Lordmikel said:

As the lawyer is talking Malcolm is reminded of a joke. A man is trapped in a hot air balloon. It is traveling by the wind. He spies a man on the ground shouting down to him, "Where am I?" The man on the ground looks up and shouts back, "You are in a balloon 100 feet in the air." The man in the balloon shouted back, "You must be a lawyer, you answered my question without giving me any useful information." That is how Malcolm felt about the answer. Luckily, he didn't care, it was simply information.

As the lawyer got himself some tea, Malcolm was appreciative for what little information was there. "Thank you for the information."

Now the Prince and the other man, there was a conversation worth noting. Malcolm looked from one man to the other one. There was little enough like in those eyes.

"True enough, she was clearly unprepared for any kind of field work. If you had not said she had been doing this, I might've suspected fresh out of the academy. I think someone was trying to get rid of her or she pissed off the wrong person." He glances back at the door everyone else was looking at. "It will be interesting to see if she attempts to flee and how soon. And who might help her." He looks back at the two gentleman, "I somehow suspect Josephine would not be happy if her new toy vanished."

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Carl looks at the man and chuckles. "Ahh you are Ian's friend are you not? What was your name...Malcolm. I take it if you know Ian then you have probably traveled in the same circles he has and must be here to beef up our security. Remind me to show you around and point out what we have now later on."

He wondered how Malcolm would take that. He would naturally have assumed Ian would have been in charge of placing the defenses. Now here was he a snooty prince saying he would guide him around.

"As for Fruit loops's predicament, well I for one am looking forward to it," he smiled broadly. "If she is smart she will take this opportunity with both hands. Josephine's employees are some of the best paid and most well provided for people on the planet. They have access to things other people can only dream of and really the accommodations are not that bad," he said smiling and gesturing around himself.

"Besides if you don't believe me, just ask Chrissy or even Michele when she comes back."

Preparation



“Please stop!” Alysa takes a deep breath and moans as Josephine’s finger slips past her trembling folds and softly rubs her clitoris.

“Oh, no, Dearie,” Josephine chuckles seductively as her finger now spreads Alysa’s flowing juices up and down her womanhood. “I need you good and lubricated it doesn’t hurt when — looking for contraband, of course — I probe you deeply.”

To illustrate the point, she deftly slides her index finger its full length up into Alysa’s slick and sodden vagina.

My teeth come to grit together while Josephine’s words strikes heavily upon my nerves; for now, this seems more than a strip search for contraband. My mind screamed, it demanded for her to stop touching me, but my lips only trembled. Did they tremble from fear? That. I do not know which scares me even more. Why was my body betraying as I moan once more from the intimacy of her touching my heated femininity. My head tilts back wanting me to vocalize my feelings but I fight the urge with a heavy blow of air over my drying lips. ’I can’t stand this!’ My tongue slithers out and sways back and forth over my lips.

“Ugggh, Oh God!” My hand moves down to her wrist trying to push her finger out of my love canal but she is too strong. “Oh fuck!” I moan as she went deep and the explosions were too strong for me to curb. I slide my other hand down to her wrist while I tip upwards on my toes to remover her finger from me ..“You Bloody Bitch!" Escapes my lips before the words even registered on my mind, for all I can focus upon is getting her finger out of me. Then I realize what I said to her and in that moment I weaken my hold and lower myself down allowing her finger to slide back into me. “Please, I don’t have anything on me this you know! I beseech you to please desist your actions.”

The ambiguity of the artist's reply left the usually quick-witted chauffeur without a flirtatious response. Besides, they would arrive at their destination within a few minutes. She decided it best to change the subject.

"I've asked Josephine why she didn't get a lakefront property," Dawn said, nodding to the series of private drives to their right as they drove down South Lake Shore Drive. "She said they lack privacy. Boaters on the lake can see everything you do. She values her privacy, you know."



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Conflicted



“You bloody bitch!” Alysa growled as she grabbed Josephine’s wrists and rose on her toes to try to get off of her probing finger.

Josephine felt morally uncertain, an extremely rare experience for her. Intellectually, she knew that Alysa’s objections meant she should immediately stop. Emotionally and instinctively, she believed Alysa wanted her to continue. The young woman’s body had certainly responded consistently with the latter course.

In fact, just then Alysa loosened her grip on her wrists and settled back down on her finger with a slight moan. Nonetheless, she continued to protest, albeit much less adamantly than earlier. “Please, I don’t have anything on me. This you know! I beseech you to please desist your actions.”

“‘Beseech’?” ‘Desist’?” Josephine mocked, distracted from her moral quandary. “Such fancy words sound too well rehearsed. If you’re that sophisticated of a spy, I had better double check.”

She slipped a second finger into Alysa. “Tell the truth... Doesn’t that feel good? Tell the truth !”

Tim, the butler, was listening to the rancor outside the bedroom. He could hear the Mistress talking with Alysa.....

"Fun in the house again." He smiled and walked back to the mantle in the living room. He continued dusting.

"Josephine's employees are some of the best paid and most well provided for people on the planet," Prince Carl Gustav explained. "They have access to things other people can only dream of and really the accommodations are not that bad. Besides, if you don't believe me, just ask Chrissy or even Michele when she comes back."

"It's true," Chrissy nodded from her seat at the table. "While the weekly pay isn't what I'd normally make as a chef, because I get room and board, it almost all goes into the bank and my 401(k). Better yet, I have so much less stress -- almost none, really -- and so much more creative freedom than I would at a restaurant."

She smiled and blussed a bit as she added, "And I love the fringe benefits."

I haven't worked here very long but have noticed the "fringe benefits."

Malcolm didn't seem phased by the Prince's comment about showing him around. It wasn't unusual for powerful men to want to talk about what they've done. "I would love to see what you've done. Make any suggestions as I see room for improvement. We want to keep people safe of course."

Malcolm looked over as Chrissy talked. He had so far seen some of the fringe benefits of the place, if the naked and stripping woman were any indication. Although with the mention of Michele he looks at the two of them, "Do you think Michele forgot how to wear clothes? She did seem quite comfortable au naturel."

"Perhaps as a consultant, I'll be able to understand more of the fringe benefits you speak."

Mary listened as Carl and Malcolm discussed touring the estate to look over its security.

"Perhaps you gentleman would like me to join you," she said, then cringed when she realized her suggestion had come right after Malcolm's mention of fringe benefits. "On your tour, I mean! You know, to offer a law enforcement perspective."

Malcolm smiled at Mary's suggestion. "I would love for you to join us." He said simply. He did think the woman was quite stunning, and he wondered if her police mind was as sharp. "You might have some additional perspectives, I want to keep your lovely body safe, but also not be too ... intrusive."

I walk into the kitchen, ready to start my duties at the house.

EmpressJosephine said:

Josephine slipped a second finger into Alysa. “Tell the truth... Doesn’t that feel good? Tell the truth !”

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Karen had never seen, or even imagined, Josephine like this. Sure, she had overheard enough from eavesdropping on the servants to figure out some of what happened in the basement rooms from which she had been forbidden before turning eighteen. (She presumed that had now changed.) She always assumed, however, that everyone in those dark chambers consented fully to their experiences. What Josephine now did to Alysa bordered on... on....

She couldn't bring herself to even think the word, especially because watching Josephine forcibly seducing Alysa really turned Karen on. That, and the fact that Alysa now seemed to have started to succumb to Josephine's erogenous advances, kept Karen from objecting. Instead, she reached over and took Michele's hand in her own.

I shook my head slightly as if it would matter to her, she had this look about her face that told me that her fun has only begun. I listened to her claim that my fancy words were well rehearsed and that made the required need to check me further, and more in depth. I felt the panic crawling up my throat, threatening to strangulate my air passage. I swallowed even harder as I felt the turmoil building deep within me! What the hell? I ask my body as if it could respond to my inquiry.

I felt her finger pulling out of my heated opening only to have my eyes grow wide as she pushes two fingers back into me. "Ohh, mmph." I moan as I lean into her, my head lowers as my forehead comes to rest on the slope of her left breast. I gasp, biting my lower lip as I feel my muscles squeezing and working her fingers, "Mmm, Fuck!" My legs begin to tremble while the explosions of sensations rock my mind.

"I have never been with another woman, please desist." I push with both hands upon her wrist. I scream to myself to use my hand to hand skill to end this humiliation, but she has all the power at this time. I can only hope that her humility will stop this for now.

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Professor edge ways wondered, had he really been made love too? She was so hard yet so kind. He would killed to be held just a little longer

"If you will all excuse me," Chrissy said as she stood up and started stacking dirty plates. These she carried into the kitchen where she found the young butler.

"Hello, Tim," she greeted him with a smile as she set the dishes in the sink and started to rinse them into the garbage disposal. "It's nice to see you again. I take it you've decided to stay on permanently."

Michele felt Karen take her hand and immediately understood the reason. She leaned over to whisper in Karen's ear. "I know, it makes me feel funny, too. But don't forget, this woman's a spy who snuck onto the estate for who really knows what purpose!"

She gave Karen's hand a reassuring squeeze.

Persuasion



“I have never been with another woman,” Alysa pleads as weakly as she now tries to push Josephine’s hands away. “Please desist.”

“But I haven’t finished my full cavity search yet,” Josephine explains as she continues to wiggle her index and middle fingers inside Alysa’s womanhood. “I’ll tell you what, let me do one more thing to make it less unpleasant, then if you still insist I ‘desist,’ I will.”

Without waiting for agreement, Josephine squats down and flicks her tongue across Alysa’s clitoris while her fingers slide ever deeper into her.

"Yes, Chrissy.....do you need any help with the dishes?" I picked up the towel and started drying the dishes.

"Yes, Chrissy," Tim said. "Do you need any help with the dishes?"

He then picked up a towel and started drying the dishes.

"No, Silly!" she laughed. "I've only just rinsed those. They still have to go through the dishwasher. You can start loading the rinsed dishes in there."