Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"You can probably get by just making a pitcher of Screwdrivers and another of Vodka Lemonades," Michele suggests to Alysa. "It makes things easier than preparing a bunch of individual cocktails."

Michele begins to fill a tray with high quality acrylic highball glasses. Josephine does not allow glass by the swimming pool. Every time the two women pass each other in the small pool house kitchen, Michele takes the opportunity to stroke Alysa's bottom or kiss her cheek. Her voice turns encouraging as she speaks more. "As for lowering your skill set, or how the Russian makes you feel, don't fight it. Instead, embrace the humiliation, even the fear, as part of the thrill... as part of the adventure that comes with the lifestyle you now have. Remember, it's one I adopted by free choice."

I look over to Michele when she suggests an easy route of making the refreshments for the guests. I nod my head in understanding and resume getting the ingredients gathered up to accomplish this task.

Every once and awhile I can feel Michele's wonderful hand stroking my behind or her lovely lips pressing against my cheek. I take the same game to her every opportunity that comes my way.

When she speaks of my situation and that I should embrace the adventure I almost lose my control and speak out toward her, but one look at her innocent face I know she is only trying to help me too adjust to my situation. I take in a deep breath and release it before speaking to her. "I understand Michele I really do, but our situation differ in many ways, the most important one is that you chose this lifestyle freely, I had no choice but to accept this and you know as well as I do when something is forced upon some one there is always a resentment or even a rebellious spark awaiting to erupt." I move closer to her, "However, I have already told you that I will learn to adapt to this but it's not going to happen in just a few hours."

I put my hands upon her hips and pull her lips to mine. I kiss her lovingly for a few moments before breaking the kiss and looking into her gorgeous eyes. "I will make every attempt with my best ability to adjust to this and become one of her highnesses best servants. Hell, I might even take your place!" I jokingly smile before kissing her once more quickly. "Now, lets not keep the boss wanting any longer for her drink." I mumble as I hesitantly pull my hands away from her waist.

I pick up the tray of drinks and move toward the door. "They just ate breakfast, should we take a snack of some sort for the Russian?" I look back to Michele quizzically.

Constantine's swim and pool wear consist of thin cotton long short with a drawstring. They fit snug around his massive thighs. His shirt is a flowered Hawaiin style shirt unbuttoned. He tops up his water bottle from the tap and finds his way back downstairs.

Making his way outside he approaches Madame Czartoryski and her entourage. Coming closer he realizes the head of security is naked in the pool. He is not surprised. More times than not, parties he bodyguarded at had most if not all in the pool naked. Usually during the day a naked girl or two could be found somewhere in the house of his charge's friends.

"Fank you for your eenveetation, Madame Czartoryski" he addresses to the Lady of the estate, "You have very beautiful house." "Lot of room to stretch."

"De pool is best I have ever seen."

Madame Czartoryski has not immediatelty donned swim wear. He fully expects a house rule of clothing optional at the least. If the Lady of the house goes naked it would be impolite to not do also. In Russia it was job to stay out of the pool watching from the edge of the party. But Russia has the banya steam and bath houses. Russian and European steam house all offer coed bathing. But that is different he thinks.

Introductions



“What do you think, Karen?” Josephine asks as she breaks their kiss. “We have several newcomers here this morning. Must we resort to bathing suits?"

“Oh, I suppose we should,” Karen replies somewhat woodenly, as if she says what’s expected, not what she thinks. Then she winks and giggles. “At least to begin with!”

Before Josephine can respond, she hears Constantine say from behind her. “Fank you for your eenveetation, Madame Czartoryski.”

She turns to face him, having to bend her head back to look him in the eyes, as he continues. “You have very beautiful house... lot of room to stretch. De pool is best I have ever seen.”

“Thank you,” she smiles up at him. “My heir and I were just discussing if we should use it today in the nude. Allow me to introduce you. This lovely young lady is my heir, Karen Callingwood; and the gentleman here is Dr. Samuel Edgeways. Karen, Professor, may I present Constantine Garov. He wants to become my personal trainer.”

Malcolm stayed in the pool relaxing. The water surrounding him as he watched the ladies debate on swimsuits or not. He did hope that swimsuits weren't required since he wasn't wearing one at the moment. He stayed silent for the moment, simply enjoying the water.

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Indeed My dear sir, your strength rivals that of Peter the Great. The professor wondered how the goddess had been so lucky. She was in tip top shape allready

"I'll have you begging me for orgasm," Dawn predicted. "And then, eventually, give you one that will leave you lightheaded for days."

"Promises, promises," Chrissy taunted with a chuckle as she pushed away from Dawn and started to get undressed. When she finished, Dawn again embraced her gently, leaving room for her left hand to slowly caress down her shoulder, breasts, hip, and lightly come to rest on her shaved womanhood.

"I keep my promises," Dawn whispered warmly into Chrissy's ear.

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The professor grinnied, this wise old warlord would keep everything and everyone safe.
He hoped Karen would return, he needed and longed for her touch

Constantine is used that look that comes with having to crane your neck to look him in the face. Being freakishly tall has it's upsides. Like when speaking to young devushka.

"Ochen priyatno, Miss Karen," Constantine replies to the very pretty, he can see now that he is closer, young devushka, "Very pleasure to meet you." "Hard vork and dedeecation."

"I big boy in all vays. Dis vay I keep weight down."

A very pretty girl, he thinks. Lovely smile and nice bright eyes. It's her curly, wavy hair that personally likes the most.

He greets the Professor, "Eet eez preeveelege to met you, Doctor Edgeways."

Ian's greeting throws him. It would be impolite not to have formal introductions in Russia. Russians get a dour image from their public demeanour. Before introductions are made everything is quite formal. Only after does a Russian open up with friends and acquaintances. Then all topics are discussed excluding such personal questions of salary. No one talks about the weather in Russia. Maybe becuase it is so cold so often. It is in his home city of St. Petersburgh.

"I makeeng myself acquainted," he replies, "Madame Czartoryski and Miss Karen are number one and number two." "Hao do you vesterners say, 'get eet good een the boss'?"

He laughs at his joke.

Baptism by Fire



Josephine smiled and chuckled politely, not entirely understanding what the Russian had tried to say or why he thought it so funny. She looked around to see the others’ reactions and saw that Malcolm had already entered the pool. Then she spotted his clothes stacked neatly on a chair, his boxer shorts on top. This made her grin.

“You’re right,” she said, tilting her head up to look at Constantine. “I am the boss. If I don’t feel like wearing a bathing suit, then I don’t have to wear one!”

She untied the sash on her sheer black robe and, stepping out of her matching high heeled slippers, dropped the robe on the concrete patio as she strode nude down the semicircular steps leading into the shallow end of the pool.

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professor moved over closely. He had hoped to wait for Karen. But it was so hot, slowly and carefully with great effort he moved towards the pool

"They just ate breakfast," Alysa observes as she picks up the tray of drinks and moves toward the door. "Should we take a snack of some sort for the Russian?"

"We can ask," Michele replies. She smiles at the fact that her new friend and lover cares enough about her recently acquired duties to consider such things. She wants Alysa to not just accept, but enthusiastically embrace, her status as Josephine's chattel. Michele, herself a highly intelligent and motivated young woman otherwise focused on her education, finds it liberating to have surrendered all other responsibilities to her mistress.

Meanwhile, Alysa's mention of Constantine inspires Michele to add the half-empty bottle of Tito's Handmade Vodka to the tray of acrylic highball glasses. As they leave the pool house and cross the patio to where the huge, muscular Russian stands, Michele cannot help but comment. "I wouldn't mind being his snack myself."

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I'm sorry we do, he choked out. Just missed you so

Malcolm admired Josephine as she let her robe fall. She certainly did have quite the exquisite body. His earlier view was certainly nice, but outside in the sunlight and it looked even better. He catches her eye and winks at her, before doing a lap in the pool.

When Madame Czartoryski sheds her robe after her proclamation of the boss' rights, Constantine was not surprised. Nor was he that what the robe hinted at, she now displayed. It hinted at a voluptuous body beneath. He was pleasantly surprised to see Madame Czartoryski had fantastic glutes as she walked away. No sign of gravity's effect there.

The Madame has spoken, it would be impolite to not swim nude without reasonable cause. Taking a good long drink before setting it down, he puts his ever present water bottle on a shaded table. Along with his quickly discarded shirt and shorts. Constantine was six foot tall at age eleven with a tendency to put on weight. After receiving a basic set of weights for his twelfth birthday there was no going back. At age nineteen he stopped growing. At age twenty-five he topped three hundred pounds. He well portioned in all ways big hands, big feet, big... If he was competing he would be shaving his chest and everywhere else. As he stands this Russian bear is topped with blonde hair.

Karen is fussing with the care of the Professor, so he makes an offer of help.

"Miss Karen," he speaks up, "Eef dere ees any leefting or carrying to care for Dr. Edgeway, please ask." "I vould be happy to help."

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"That's deeply appreciated, Professor edgeways, said. "In keeping with the generosity of the Russian spirit." He could be himself here, He didn't have to hide. How beyond wonderful!

I walk slightly behind Michele while we walk across the patio, my eyes shift slowly from side to side taking in everyones location to me, a habit that was hammered into me by my training. I do catch myself looking over at Josephine with a mixture of emotions, but Michele’s words of comfort eased the apprehensiveness side of my emotion. I still feel anger toward her for what she did but then again if she didn’t do what she did I wouldn’t have found the comfort in Michele as I do now. I pull my gaze away from the Josephine with a slight shaking of my head, I hope that I can resolve these mixed emotions and embrace this new way of life as I have told Michele that I can do, time will tell.

“Michele!” I scoff lowly to her, slightly feeling the burn in my face as I move up beside her, My gaze moves from her to the big Russian and within a heart beat I step back away from him. I fight the lump that forms in my throat as I lightly shake my head. “I can’t do this.” I mutter lowly as I back away. My eyes instantly dart about looking for all my ways of exiting that I have available to me.

My gaze comes across the Prince and his appearance of ease with the Russian being here slightly disturbs me for I know in his term of service he has come in contact with the same streamlined communist as I have. Maybe he hasn’t seen or heard the death cries of colleges as I have or maybe he has just accepted the past and moved on, something that I have yet to accomplish.

I move away from Michele and the Russian, My gaze moves over the woman that was in the office during my ordeal with Josephine and the man in the wheelchair was the man that Michele and I meet in the hallway as she was taking me to the master bedroom. His words were just mumble to me as I pass them walking to the far side of the pool, I just wanted some distance from everyone, even if it would only be for a few seconds.

I take a deep breath and resume looking over the people, waiting for them to motion for me to serve them a refreshment.

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The young woman carrying the drinks, looked over at him.
What was she frightened of, that Russian Character? It wasn't any of my business, but I hate to see people in pain. I smile, at her, a warm, protective smile. I hope she looks back!

A raised veranda with a table for six looks over the shallow end of the pool. Michele is about to put the tray holding the half-empty bottle of Tito's Handmade Vodka and set of acrylic highball glasses on it when she hears Alysa's low moan behind her. "Michele, I can't do this."

Before Michele can react, Alysa backs away, turns, and hurries over to the side of the pool by the empty chaise lounges and little play fountains. Acting as if they intended this all along, Michele follows, stands as close to Alysa as she can without upsetting their trays, and announces so all present can hear: "Drinks are served!"

Softly, she whispers to her new lover: "Don't worry, my Darling. No one will hurt you here."

Healthy Priorities



“Drinks are served!” Michele announced just as Josephine settled forward into the water. Josephine immediately rolled into a backstroke and looked toward the side of the pool where Michele and Alysa stood with trays by the empty chaise lounges. Both wore classic French maid uniforms.

“Excellent, Pusscake!” Josephine praised Michele with her usual moniker for the girl. “I just want to do a few sets of laps, then I’ll be up for some refreshment.”

Rolling again, Josephine started a sprint in the Australian Crawl through the Olympic length deep end of her heated outdoor pool.

My scanning over the guests falls upon Michele as she walks up and stands close to me. She announces that drinks are served and then as a caring person she is, she informs me that no-one will hurt me here. I turn my head toward her and smile with an understanding nod. I can’t believe that I’m allowing these things to affect me like they are, I have been in extremely dangerous situations and never have I had been effected like this. I slowly pull my gaze away from Michele to the wonderful blue water water of the pool. I just need to find time and a place to do some self-reflecting, to bring the old me back to the surface.

My attention to my own problems was broken when Josephine spoke out to Michele stating that she would be up for some refreshment after a few laps. My eyes seem to bore down upon her as she elegantly turns her form from her backstroking to a crawl style swim. I can’t help but feel a little animosity toward her for what she has done to my newly forced lifestyle. I now even wonder if I can do what I have promised Michele that I would do. I just don’t see myself giving into this way of life, especially if I am able to find and restore my old persona.

Again my eyes lift from the water to gaze over the guests. I slowly try to read the demeanor of each one here by how they act around the lady of the house and especially toward the Russian. My key focus will be upon the Prince, whom I have a feeling will remain in that irritating relaxed state. I really think he must have been around Michele and this place way too long. I even wonder if he still has that tough persona from his term of service.

After several long moments of analyzing the guests I return my attention to Michele. “There are still a few guests inside, should we not go and find them and extend an invitation for them to come and join Josephine out here?” I wish to get an observation of all whom are here.