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Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Down to Business



“I work private security,” Malcolm got straight down to business. “I assist people in protecting themselves from any kind of threat that might happen to be in their life.”

“Ah, I see,” Josephine replied with a single nod. “I’m sure you noted the damage out front. I think Ian is probably overreacting, but as long as you made the trip, you might as well tell me how you think you could enhance our security here. Would you like to tour the grounds after breakfast?”

 
"I would love a tour of the grounds," responds Malcolm. "I will of course need some background as to what happened and how much security you might be wanting." Malcolm leans forward, "I somehow suspect you do not want 101 security cameras, guards and guard dogs roaming the grounds." He looks into Josephine's eyes, "But we can discuss all of that at your leisure, it can be quite a lot of information to take in all at once. I would prefer to take your time to think of it. I don't need to leave anytime soon, Ian is a good friend and for him I did clear my schedule."

He pauses as he thinks, "now you mentioned breakfast? I will be honest, I am famished."
 
William had left without his coffee and Malcolm ignored Josephine's offer of a beverage. Michele, the model of efficiency when it came to serving Josephine and her guests, decides to go and steep a whole pot of tea and make it available. It never occurred to her to wonder why none of the rest of Josephine's servants had not appeared yet this morning. This household didn't work that way, yet somehow it always worked well.

Stepping out into the foyer, she saw Prince Carl Gustav in the dining room casually surveying the environs. His presence always calmed her. He always seemed to keep his cool, even on stressful mornings like this one. Then she almost bumped into Ian as she turned toward the kitchen.

"Where have you been?" she chuckled and kissed him on the cheek. "All your friends are here."
 
Flexible Priorities



“You mentioned breakfast?” Malcolm deviated from pure business for the first time. “I will be honest; I am famished.”

“Unfortunately, my usual chef is on holiday,” Josephine sighed. “Although, she is due back today sometime. Until then, we’ll have to rely on the rest of my staff to prepare our meals. The good news is, they are an exceptionally competent and very flexible bunch.”

 
Facing the Day

Mary arose and entered the adjoining private bathroom. She found no blood when she wiped, a healthy sign after last night's adventures. She flushed the toilet then started the water running in the tub. A long hot shower, she expected, would put her back in the mood to resume socializing with the rest of the Manor's menagerie of residents and guests.
 
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"Where have you been?" Michele chuckled as she kissed Ian on the cheek. "All your friends are here."

"I overslept," he admitted guiltily. In reaction to her questioning look, he simply shrugged. "It's a long story. Say, Chrissy's not back yet and I haven't seen Sammy or Gus. I think the two of us can manage breakfast, but I should go say 'hello' to my mate Malcolm first."

 
"I think the two of us can manage breakfast," Ian suggested. "But I should go say 'hello' to my mate Malcolm first."

"Good idea," Michele agreed. "I was just going to start a pot of tea."

As she walked past him, she pinched his butt through his jeans.
 
MisterDark said:
Chauncey stepped into the shower behind her and closed the door, forcing their bodies close to each other. He locked eyes with the heiress, and reaching past her, selected a liquid soap off a small shelf. He carefully squeezed some into his hands, and then, starting at her shoulders, began to carefully run his hands over every inch of her firm body.

Her shoulders and neck were first, followed by her chest, and then her firm full breasts. He paused to put more soap on his hands and then, pressing ever so slightly against her, soaped her back, and then arms and then ribs. His full erection played lightly against her bald pubis, but at no time, did he remove his eyes from hers. His hands nearly glided over her body as he spread the soap, using an almost feather light touch, as if smoothing the soap over a bubble he was afraid of popping.

When he reached her butt, he slowly lowered his own body despite the ease with which he could have done it while standing. His hands roamed over the perfect shape of her ass, and then down the backsides of her legs. Her body now shimmered as if covered in an exquisite oil. The firm nipples on her breasts reached out as if buds straining for sunlight in the spring. Carefully he took first one foot, and then the other, applying soap and gently massaging them lest he should tickle. His cock now strained for release as his face was inches from her womanhood, and one of her soapy feet rested on his thighs.
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Karen fought to maintain her composure as Chauncey's slick hands caressed her skin. She wanted to keep control, not surrender herself to lust as she had with him in bed last night. Lifting her soapy foot, she began stroking his full, hard erection with its sudsy toes.

"There's one part of me you still haven't cleaned," she purred. "But it's too sensitive for soap. I think you'd better use your gentle tongue."



 
Carl saw Michele heading towards the kitchen and as he had not spoken to her at any length yet decided to join her. Besides he had seen none of the other servants up and assumed that she would have to do all the breakfast duties herself.

Well what sort of Gentleman would he be if he allowed her to do that? Entering the kitchen he poured himself another cup of coffee and then turned as she entered. "Good morning my dear, You are looking spectacular as always. I assume that with the other servants away the breakfast duties have been left to you? Please allow me to assist you in any way I can. Perhaps just a buffet breakfast this morning. I will do the cooking while you get the hot water cereal and the rest ready. We can't run the risk of hot fat marking that beautiful body now can we," he smiled.

Carl turned on the large flat hotplates and while they were heating searched in the fridge for more mushrooms, tomato's, eggs and bacon. The eggs he mixed with milk. If the guests did not like them scrambled, well bully for them, that's what they were getting. He cut up the mushrooms and tomato's quickly and by then the hotplates were ready. Throwing on the bacon he started frying.

"Soon have breakfast ready my dear," he said to Michele as he began to whistle while turning over the bacon.
 
"What's it 'like'? It's 'like' nowhere else in the world, as far as I know. Say, have you read any Robert Heinlein? Madame is a huge fan of his novels."

Dawn's reply to her question about Dominion piqued her interest, but the driver shifted gears so fast Piper had to pause her thoughts before probing further. "Umm... Heinlein?" She pondered for a beat thinking over the novels she had read and was coming up blank. "No, I don't think I have." Piper's cheeks reddened a little. Not only had she not read any of his novels, she was fairly certain she had never heard the name before now.

"What books did he write?" she smiled to her driver. "Maybe give me her two or three favorites and I'll add them to my list."


((OOC: Sorry for the delay -- I've been away for the holidays)). :D
 
"I am of course sure your staff is quite up to any task." He thinks about the luscious girl who answered the door. "To ask you the hardest question now, will you want any kind of background checks run on your staff?" She could tell Malcolm didn't really like asking that question, but in his line of work, one had to ask the difficult questions. Now he wishes he had taken the offer of a drink earlier, but he had been distracted by the bevy of beauties surrounding him.
 
Privacy Issues



“To ask you the hardest question now,” Malcolm returned to business. “Will you want any kind of background checks run on your staff?”

“No!” Josephine replied instantly and almost viciously. Then her tone softened. “It is not my practice to pry into others’ personal affairs. I find it distasteful and hypocritical. After all — and I mean no disrespect; quite the opposite, in fact — but I have no doubt a man like you has matters in his past that he would rather leave unknown or forgotten.”

 
KaseE said:
"There's one part of me you still haven't cleaned," she purred. "But it's too sensitive for soap. I think you'd better use your gentle tongue."
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Chauncey could sense the young woman's resolve once again fading as it had the previous night, giving way instead to pure animal lust. He liked the tease, the build-up, but as her toes played over his nearly painful erection, he was in no mood to tease this morning. He quickly put his arms between her thighs and lifted her and guided her so that her back was pressed against the wall of the shower and sat her so that her legs straddled his shoulders. The drops of water pelted her breasts, occasionally nicking a nipple as he himself was drenched by the cascade raining down on them. He quickly shoved his face into her snatch, burying his tongue deep inside the velvety folds of her soft pussy, not allowing himself to pull away to breathe, but instead drawing breath through her.

His tongue worked quickly and efficiently, as an expert craftsman with a specific job to do, as his hands reached up around her, his thumbs just able to flick the nubs that sat high on her perfectly formed breasts. His hold was gentle, yet forceful enough that when she started to buck, and he knew she would, he would not lose his physical grip on her. His tongue continued it's assault on her, alternately diving into the depths of her, then encircling the small bud of her womanhood and using his lips playing on it as he drove her closer to orgasm and he could feel her upper legs beginning to tighten around his head and neck.

He just wondered at what point her lust would lead her to such heights of passion that she would again cease to be the one controlling and instead seek to be controlled.
 
Michele had just opened the cabinet containing the full chef's aprons when Prince Carl Gustav entered the kitchen and insisted on preparing the fried parts of breakfast. She naturally acquiesced to his wishes and closed the cabinet without removing any of its contents, no longer needing to protect her nude body from grease spatter. As she prepared the breads and cereals for serving, she reflected on the odd culture of Josephine's household, where it seemed entirely natural for an aristocratic guest to use his power to assume the duties of a common servant.

She had lost track of the number of guests currently under Josephine's roof, and had some suspicions as to why they had not yet seen Sammy or Gus this morning, so she decided to simply set all the places at the dining room table. As Josephine required for every shared meal in Dominion Manor, Michelle laid out full place settings of Spode bone china, Waterford crystal, and Reed & Barton silverware. When she had finished, she returned to the kitchen.

"That smells wonderful," she told Carl. "Where did you learn to cook like that?
 
Carl smiled at Michele. He loved surprising people with the amount of things he actually knew how to do, especially the ones that people assumed someone like him would have no call to know. Cooking, Cleaning a house, Ironing, Washing clothes, he loved seeing the looks on peoples faces when he performed those duties. Of course he didn't just perform them for, or in front of just anyone.

"You would be amazed what even someone as privileged as I has to pick up when you have such scandalous habits as I do my dear," he laughed cheekily at her. Then he shook his head as he piled all the bacon into a large baking dish and set it inside the oven which was on it's lowest setting to keep warm.

"In all honesty I have found that I love cooking and I am actually quite good at it. It did start out a bit of a necessity as I was coming home far too late or should I say early to wake up the cook. So I got him to teach me a few things. Soon I forgot about going out half the time and just learned."

Grinning Carl threw the mushrooms and tomato's on one grill and the eggs on the other. "I hope everyone is hungry, I would hate to see all of this go to waste."
 
"I hope everyone is hungry," Prince Carl Gustav said as he began on the eggs. "I would hate to see all of this go to waste."

"How close are we to being done?" Michele asked. "Shall I announce breakfast? Perhaps there you can regale us with tales of some of those 'scandalous habits' you claim to have. In this house, they have to be awfully 'scandalous' to impress anyone."
 
"Why my dear Pusscake," Carl said smiling. "If I didn't know better I would almost think you were issuing me a challenge. You know very well how scandalous I can be. Why you yourself have been involved in one or two of my little misadventures along with your mistress. Still if you ever want to hear more tales I am sure I can find the time to tell you, or maybe even show you a few things I got up to," he smiled and chuckled at her.

Throwing some butter on the mushrooms and then adding pepper and some diced chives to the egg, and more pepper to the tomato's he nodded at Michele. "I do believe you can announce breakfast. By the time everyone has gathered I will have everything on serving platters and we can take it out."

Smiling he turned off the grills and got out the large expensive Stirling silver serving trays that Josephine always used. Only the best for her table he smiled as he began to transfer the eggs onto the platter.
 
MisterDark said:
Chauncey's tongue worked quickly and efficiently, as an expert craftsman with a specific job to do, as his hands reached up around her, his thumbs just able to flick the nubs that sat high on her perfectly formed breasts. His hold was gentle, yet forceful enough that when she started to buck, and he knew she would, he would not lose his physical grip on her. His tongue continued it's assault on her, alternately diving into the depths of her, then encircling the small bud of her womanhood and using his lips playing on it as he drove her closer to orgasm and he could feel her upper legs beginning to tighten around his head and neck.
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"My God!" Karen moaned, the shower spray filling her mouth as it fell open in salacious laxity. Her hands gripped Chauncey's hair and thrust his mouth even more tightly against her womanhood. "I'm gonna come.... Oh God... PLEASE! Make me COME!!!"
 
KaseE said:
"My God!" Karen moaned, the shower spray filling her mouth as it fell open in salacious laxity. Her hands gripped Chauncey's hair and thrust his mouth even more tightly against her womanhood. "I'm gonna come.... Oh God... PLEASE! Make me COME!!!"
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As the young woman screamed for release, Chauncey felt her grip on his head and increased the pressure and rapidity of movement of his tongue against her clitoris and then, taking two of his fingers, thrust them inside the soaked opening of her pussy, wiggling them against the front. Waiting for her explosion to fill his mouth.
 
"Oh fuck!" Karen screamed as she thrust herself upon Chauncey's fingers, with her clitoris grinding against his flicking tongue. "FUCK!!! I'm coming!!!"
 
KaseE said:
"Oh fuck!" Karen screamed as she thrust herself upon Chauncey's fingers, with her clitoris grinding against his flicking tongue. "FUCK!!! I'm coming!!!"
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As the taste of the young woman, mixed with the cascading water of the shower filled Chauncey's mouth, he felt her body become rigid, her legs gripping his head as if attempting to snap his neck and then she went limp. He could feel her heart racing through her pussy as her lips almost seemed to breathe in time. He gave her but the briefest of moments to recover, and then gently lowered her to the floor of the shower, he lifted her small feet to his mouth, and began to lick and suck each of her tiny toes in much the same manner as he had just finished assaulting her pussy. His mouth and tongue were firm and aggressive as he licked between each toe, alternately sucking her foot into his mouth. In the meantime his hands went back to the exploration of the back of her calves and thighs, his long arms easily reaching nearly to the opening of her vagina, again and again, alternating one hand then the other as he changed his grip also on her feet, each time his touch coming closer to entering her as he increased the pressure which he used.
 
Had she not just come, Karen would never have let Chauncey get in such an advantageous position over her. On the other hand, had she not just come, she would have succumbed to the erogenous sensations of his hands on her legs, and tongue on her feet and toes. Instead, as soon as she had regained her breath and control of her muscles, she pulled away from him and got to her feet.

"Stand up," she insisted with a cold smile. "It's my turn to wash you."
 
KaseE said:
"Stand up," she insisted with a cold smile. "It's my turn to wash you."
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Chauncey was a bit taken aback with how quickly she changed. In one instant, she had gone from pliable under his touch, now she was standing, in all her naked glory, with the water continuing to soak heras she demanded that he too stand. Slowly, Chauncey lifted himself, half excited, half fearful of what the heiress had planned for him. He slowly stood, as he did so, he blocked the majority of the water from the shower head, his erection painfully full and protruding as it pointed at the young woman. While only of average length, the girth was the size of the her wrist, maybe larger. He felt oddly confident and self conscious at the same time as it simply throbbed in front of him.
 
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North 92nd Street turned into Swan Boulevard and angled southwest toward the freeway as Piper asked about Dawn's reference to Robert Heinlein. "What books did he write? Maybe give me her two or three favorites and I'll add them to my list."

"I don't know about favorites," Dawn replied. "But I think the way Madame lives her life and runs her household are most influenced by two: Stranger in a Strange Land, that's the first one she suggested I read, and Time Enough for Love, which is more like regular science fiction in flavor, but told in an odd way. They are both unusual books."

After a few moments of silence, Dawn spoke again. "I guess I'd just say that Mr. Heinlein had some unconventional ideas about family, love, and sex."


(OOC: Thanks to EmpressJosephine for the insights into the books mentioned above!)


 
Hot water beat down on Mary's body, relieving the tension in her muscles and soreness in her joints remaining from last night's exertions. She finally started to feel like herself. Now, she just needed about a pot of strong coffee, and she'd be ready to face the day.
 
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