Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

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Thank you dear. I better not drink. My lungs can't take alcohol in the morning.
Handing you a stethoscope. Please make sure there isn't fluid inside me

DawnODay said:

"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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Dawn's sultry voice in her ear, and the caress of Dawn's fingers upon her bald labia, caused Chrissy to moan with a small climax. She felt herself become wet and slick inside as her musk perfumed the air around them. Chrissy wrapped her arms around Dawn's neck and kissed her with unmitigated passion.

"You're right," Chrissy groaned when they broke to catch their breaths. "I need a lot more!"

"You are velcome, Doctor," Constatine replies to the Professor's thanks.

He returns Karen's smile and turns to admire Madame Czartoryski swimming naked. As he turns his head, he notices that he seems to command some attention from the skinny dark haired maid. The one he assums is an illegal immigrant and sex slave. Yet when he turns his head, she is pointedly looking away. She must be new to her slavery, the play of emotions across her face are open and only the company of the other maid seems to belay her fears. Although rare not all women like the huge muscles. Perhaps she does not like him because he is Russian. Maybe she is eastern Europe illegal.

If he is to gain employment with Madame Czartoryski, he thinks it would be good to be friendly with her servants. Maybe he can allay her seeming fear of him. He also wonders if the girl, and her fellow maid, are Madame Czartoryski's personal slaves or does she allow guests access to them. He will have to ask.

His being sans clothing is to emulate the Mistress of the estate's decision to swim naked. So he must swim also. A fifty metre pool is a godsend to anyone wanting to be physically fit. An hour doing laps in the pool would be a great workout and ever so easy on his knee, he thinks. His dive into the deep end is rudimentary and accompanied with a large splash as his large frame and bulk enter the water. Surfacing a good ways down the pool he begins to front crawl to the other end. With stairs built in and no wall to flip and turn over at this end, Constantine swims a turn about and heads for the wall at the other end. He pushes a lot of water but with hands and feet of great size he propels himself through the water at a good pace. His turn over at the wall is as rudimentary as his dive, but with his massive thighs he pushes off like a rocket.

He will see how many lengths he can quickly get in before mingling with the others and finishing introductions.

William walked over to the window after putting his spare cloths in the closet. He was still a little bitter at the way things went at the breakfast table but that was water under the bridge and It was time to move on and accomplish what he came here to do. He wasn't going to let Carl twist things about and make him lose the opportunity of a lifetime with the likes of Josephine and her empire. There was a major opportunity here and he had to cool his jets and only worry about gaining her trust and admiration, maybe then things would turn around and look brighter, he just had to learn how she and her guests operate and follow suit.

He watched as the group of guests made their way to the poolside and was all getting relaxed and comfortable. There was a new individual with them, a mountain of a man and wondered if that was Josephine new bouncer! He smiled and made a mental note to make friends with the big man.

Then his eyes captured Alysa, or as they called her Fruitloops. When he dealt with her in the states she was no fruitloops and if these people really think that she is nutty, they have a surprise coming to them. Well let them find out the hard way his inner voice chipped in. For he had plans to keep her very close and hopefully they can do some business later on after the no work weekend is over.

He moved away from the window, grabbed some shorts that were there marked for guests and made his way back down stairs. His mind went over the mass out by the pool and realized that Mary wasn't with them. He made his way down the stairs and began his search for the woman that made staying here a worth while.

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the old school stanovite warrior stood there. He would allow no harm to go to the mistress

Malcolm watched as Josephine did a few laps. He knew good form when he saw it ... and her swimming wasn't bad either. His eyes then wandered over to Karen, whom he heard earlier in all of her glory. He wondered what was happening in the room, but decided he would prefer to hear those noises first hand. As he heard that drinks were served, he admired the lovely maid. He motioned for her to approach so he would not need to get out of the pool just yet. He smiled at her as he reached out his hand to grab a drink as well. "Thank you" he said quite charmingly.

Chrissy moaned as Dawn's fingers caressed her bald labia. Then Chrissy wrapped her arms around Dawn's neck and kissed her with unmitigated passion. Dawn responded in kind, slipping her tongue into Chrissy's mouth while one finger parted her now slickly wet slit.

"You're right," Chrissy groaned when they broke to catch their breaths. "I need a lot more!"

Dawn kissed her again while now lightly stroking Chrissy's clitoris. Opening her eyes, Dawn looked over Chrissy's shoulders, out the windows, and across the lawn where Josephine, along with several staff and guests, had gathered around the pool in various stages of dress and undress. As Dawn completed the kiss, she dipped her finger into Chrissy's vagina opening and, drawing out her juices, started to slowly spread them up to her clit.

"I could make this really wild," Dawn suggested in a hoarse, husky whisper, betraying her own lust. "But to do that, I need you to trust me and promise to obey my every order for the next couple of hours."

I catch a movement that turns my head from Michele to the now approaching Carl, his eyes doing the same up and down movement that everyone here seems to do a lot, hell I even catch myself doing it too, especially toward Michele now that we had our little adventure together. I still feel a slight disbelief that I’ve been with another woman sexually, it’s not a feeling of regret or disgust … Maybe one could say an unforeseen pleasurable adventure. I smile lightly at the post images that my mind plays for me as I think of it.

My memorable travel back in time comes to an end when Carl’s voice breaks through as he comes to a stance before me and takes a drink. I allow my eyes to make contact with his briefly before moving over to Michele as he addresses us. I quickly return my gaze to him as his words registers in my mind. I nod my head slightly toward the man, offering him a small smile as he gives his flirtatious compliment to us about our looks.

“Yes, She does.” I couldn’t resist in hooking my compliment to his about her. I can feel my smile grow a little more as I shift my gaze over to her, again falling into the modus operandi of looking up and down her lovely curves. I bite my lower lip as her beauty sends a warm wave through me. I get lost in the feeling for a few moments before quickly pulling my gaze from her back to Carl as he compliments the drink and Michele’s ability in making it.

I arch my brow as Carl asks permission to take me away from Michele for a few moments. I shoot a look in the direction that his gaze suggests me to gander toward. I take in a deep breath as my eyes fall and focuses upon the Russian briefly, however, my attention is pulled back to Carl when he adds that we need to talk for he may have something that will help me. I feel somewhat belittled by his knowledge of how the Russian makes me feel, but then again, my ability to keep control of my body language has sucked from the moment I was apprehended.

I look over to Michele, locking my eyes to hers showing that I hate the idea of walking away from her, but I’m curious in what Carl thinks can help me get over my ordeal with the Russians. I wonder if his idea was the same one that the agency tried to get me to incorporate into my life, one that I wished I had followed, but I was too stubborn to admit that I had a problem back then for I was the super spy! I shake my head in after the fact disgust.

I lean over and kiss Michele briefly before following the path that Carl took to the lounge chairs. I turn slightly back toward Michele before sitting down next to the man. “Okay, you have my attention.” My eyes darting across his in wonder of what he had to tell me.

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Please do, Professor edgeways smiled. "glad to hear the pipes are in working order. He longed to be in the water with her, safe, healed and at peace

Constantine gets in a few laps of the pool. Any physical activity he turns into an excuse for a workout. So it is not surprising he powers past Madame Czartoryski early. His knee limits his speed on land and truth be told limits his cardio-vascular exercises. Running fifteen kilometers is outside his capability. So he relishes the burning in his lungs as he overarm crawls around the pool, using his massive hands, shoulders and feet to swim at a low level competition rate. When he finally stands up in the shallow end his chest is heaving and his heart is pounding.

He note, he is still a recipient of a furtive glance from the maid strangely named, Fruitloops as she sits and talks with Madame Czartoryski's babnik. A glance his way from Miss Karen as she finishes a checkup on Doctor Edgeways might indicate his assistance could be required lifting the old man into the water. So he uses the built in steps and climbs out of the pool. Butt naked with water droplets clinging to his body hair and glistening in the sun, he approaches Miss Karen and her charge.

"May I be of asseestance?" he asks slightly breathlessly with his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

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"Thank you dear constanine. If you could get me into the water I'd be grateful

"Vid pleasure, Doctor," Constantine replies.

He bends over and effortlessly picks up Professor Edgeway from his chair and carries him in his arms to the shallow end. Gently he sets the old man down on a step near the pool wall to ensure he is supported. The water's depth comes halfway up the Professors chest. Constantine hopes the water's bouancy will relieve the hold gravity has on the old man's handicapped body. He slowly release the professor to ensure he does not fall over.

"Vould life jacket be good for you?" he asks Professor Edgeway, "It vould be safer and you could go een deeper." "I do not know hao much movement you can do."

"The deep vater could be therapeuteec for you, maybe."

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Thanks but I'll stay in the shallow. Professor edgeways began circling, and moving himself back and forth enhailing forcefully, His arms went back and forth

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Professor edgeways Stood up. In water he could move. His 6-4 length came to life. He laughed as he prounced around the water like a titan

"I could make this really wild," Dawn suggested while she dipped her finger into Chrissy's vagina opening and, drawing out her juices, started to slowly spread them up to her clit. Chrissy bit her own lip softly, suppressing a moan. For her part, Dawn spoke in a hoarse, husky whisper, betraying her own lust. "But to do that, I need you to trust me and promise to obey my every order for the next couple of hours."

"Oh," Chrissy groaned. She trembled with desire and anticipation. She trusted Dawn, who knew Chrissy's sexuality as well as anyone. She knew Dawn would make sure nothing ran counter to that essential aspect of her nature. Given that, she wanted to know what Dawn had in mind and so, nibbling Dawn's neck, Chrissy murmured as if lost in a seductive dream. "Yes. Make it wild. I promise to obey."

"There are still a few guests inside," Alysa points out. "Should we not go and find them and extend an invitation for them to come and join Josephine out here?"

Michele assumes Alysa seeks an excuse to get away from the Russian, Constantine Garov. She opens her mouth to consent but, before she can speak, Prince Carl Gustav steps up to them. "Hello again Michelle, Fruitloops. Glad you could join us. I must say you are both looking fabulous."

Michele curtsies her thanks and, knowing his tastes in many things, pours him a tall drink from the pitcher of vodka and lemonade.

"Excellent as always," Carl says after tasting it, bowing slightly to Michelle. "You never fail to impress, my dear. However, I would like to steal Fruitloops for a second, if I may?"

Meeting Alysa's surprised gaze, he inclines his head toward Constantine. "We have something to discuss that may help."

Alysa turns toward Michele with a forlorn expression but, to Michele's surprise, follows Carl. Michele drifts in their direction as well. Although a gentleman at heart, Prince Carl does enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. Michele promised to protect Alysa from any more unwanted degradation, and intends to keep that promise regardless of any consequences.

"Oh, yes," Chrissy moaned, nibbling Dawn's neck while Dawn caressed Chrissy's clitoris. "Make it wild. I promise to obey."

"Alright," Dawn chuckled deeply. "Just wait here a moment."

Dawn had worked long enough for Josephine to know how she had stocked both of the mansion's master suites. From a drawer, she retrieved a red leather dog collar and matching leash. She fashioned these to the otherwise nude Chrissy' neck. Without a word of explanation, Dawn took the leash in her right hand and used it to lead Chrissy out onto the veranda, down the steps to the back lawn, and across the grass toward the swimming pool.

A small, slightly charmed smile forms upon hearing Carl’s decision to dispense with the fruitloop nickname for at least when we are alone, but I still lose a little of that charm feeling upon thinking that he must belittle me a little so that he can fit in with them. It reminds me of the times in high school with the snippy upper class degrading the less fortunate, maybe that is just how it is done in the upper echelon of government to keep the level of diplomacy effective? I don’t know I’m just glad it’s not part of my lifestyle.

Lifestyle, I take a moment to reflect upon my situation which at this moment looks very overcast and dark with the exception of Michele which is the only light I have, however I feel that Carl is trying to slide into that darkness and help me to deal with the situation that now engulfs me. This brings me back to my last thought that maybe he too was in the dark and these people was his lifeline like Michele is mine, but I quickly dispute that idea upon giving it a few more moments of thought.

My attention comes to be when Carl begins telling me that he didn’t tell me to follow him and if I just would have waited for him in London things would have been right as rain, but my true mission that brought me here was Josephine and her growing empire, which I’m beginning to believe now that this was just a mission to ease me back into the field after the ordeal that happened to me in the eastern block, at least I hope it is and that one day the agency will send someone looking for me.

I look at Carl closer when he informs me that this wasn’t what he wanted to talk to me about, which I have already ascertained that it wasn’t but I gave forth the look of understanding to him anyway. I have already felt the sting of my insolence once today and wasn’t going to create another situation with my smart ass mouth. His voice pointing movement toward me brought my glare to him as he told me that I must be polite to him and stop being a frightened mouse. I grit my teeth as the anger builds for it wasn’t fear that swept over me it was the pain of watching my comrades being raped and killed inhumanely that makes me take a step back upon hearing and seeing the Russian.

I instantly wanted to pull my hand away from Carl when he seized and stroked my hand. Who the bloody hell does he think he his my mind screamed but I refused to allow this inner statement to flow over my lips for knowing it would just bring more weight upon my already heavy situation. I continue to hold my glare at him while he told me he knew what had happened to me over there. I fight the urge to smirk when he told me that my feelings where all jumbled up and that I couldn’t blame the whole populace of Russia over what a few did, but I beg to differ with him for I haven’t found one Russian whom didn’t think they were more superior then everyone else so it wasn’t like I was dealing with a magnitude of personalities, it was like I was dealing with one personality in several bodies.

I wondered if the bit into a mental lemon when his face grimaced up, but deterred my attention from his face to his words of self-claiming importance. His words of self projection of my need to fix my issue quickly was a little irritating but fell with what the agency was telling me as well. I just slightly nodded to him as I did with them to keep moving and not come to an extended preaching of why I need to get over this.

His turned gaze took my with him and was pleased to fall upon Michele as she seemed to drift towards us. I took her gaze toward us personally and was swept with waves of warmth. I could feel the anger that was growing begin to fade the more I took in her gaze. I smile for once again a little more of my darkness just got brighter. I hope in my heart that she realizes how much she means to me and how much I would miss her if I was to return to my formal life.

The uttered words of Carl gripped my attention as he continued to stroke my hand. My eyes moved up to his under my arched brow. “I see.” I voice out to his remark of having sex as the good factor to help me deal with my issue. I have to admit being with Michele has and is helping me to deal with my current situation, however to get me feeling better about Russians and what they did to my friends and fellow agents would require a lot more than feeling good while having sex.

I rub my hands lightly together to rid myself of the rubbing track of Carl’s thumb while keeping the eye contact with him. I slightly smile with a slight tilt to my head. “Well.” I respond to his presumption of how I see his offer of therapy. I have to admit that is more the way I do see it when he suggests that it would be best for a male voice to assist with this but would work with a female. Then when he roguishly suggested that he would be willing to assist me things came together like a puzzle.

I look to him when he returns his view to me from his gazing at Michele. He continues to tell me that this won’t cure my feelings but help me to tolerate being in the same room with the Russian, but I believe that having Michele in the same room with me would help me just as much. If anything would help at all. I turn my head toward Michele as she moves closer to us.

“I thank you for your offer Carl, I will take it into consideration, but for now I think my best method would be to handle it myself if I am to ever get out of … What did you say... a frightened mouse mode.” I look over to the Russian as he pulls himself out of the water and moves over to the professor. “I think that maybe just meeting with him while Michele is next to me would get me to the starting point of tolerating him.” Maybe Carl has helped me for pushing salt into a wound usually forces someone to react and with the anger that flourished of being compared to a frightened mouse has opened my eye even more of how much I want to find the old me. “If you would excuse me sir. I have other guests to serve.”

I turn and move away from him, my eyes moving over to Michele as I pick up my tray. I smile at her with a warming nod. “Such a cheeky fellow don’t you think?” I amusingly whisper to her upon coming up to her. “Well, I think it is time to come face to face with the individuals that I have reacted negatively toward.” I give my intentions as I walk past her and approach the end of the pool where Josephine was steaming toward.

“May I serve you madam?” My eyes focuses upon the lady of the house’s face. I feel the slight burn of anger rising as the images of what she did surfaces. I swallow down the lump that quickly formed in my throat and focus upon how beautiful her face was at this very moment with the water droplets sliding down her face. I keep good eye contact with her and keep the tray low for her to ease a drink from the tray if she wished to have one.

"Bljákha-múkha, Doctor!" Constantine exclaims in surprise, "Dees ees good." "You should be een pool everyday."

"Eet ees good exercise and vill do you much good."

Seeing the professor is quite able to handle himself alone in the water, Constantine exits the pool in search of his water bottle. It is then he notices the two devuskas approaching, quite naked and one on a leash. He marvels that he has just come over seventy three hundred kilometers to a new country and things are so very familiar. He wonders if all rich, decadent people engage in deviant sex.

So much for the America being different than Russia. His ex-boss, the Russian oligarch billionaire and his sex addict daughter would feel right at home here. He thinks to remember not to laugh when the local corrupt police official makes an appearance, which he fully expects. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

He wonders if in America it is impolite to stare at naked sex slaves. Which he can't help doing. He thinks he may have to put his shorts on, for all the good that will do, as he feels the blood begin to go to his penis at the sight. Madame Czartoryski is very attractive but semi-public nudity while bathing is nothing to him or many Europeans. But this is different!

Malcolm only glanced once at Dawn and the cook. At this moment in his career he really had seen quite a lot of things. Half naked servants, women being on leashes. Many of his clients had discerning tastes. That sheik with his 101 wives for one. Malcolm never could figure out what the sheik thought the women did when he wasn't around.

He still debated whether or not he should shoot the Russian. The man did threaten Malcolm but since he was there to increase security, he doubted Miss Josephine would appreciate blood getting everywhere. Although in the states there was a surprising number of people who could get blood out of carpet. It was actually quite easy to make that call.

He watched the professor swim in the pool where he had just been a few minutes ago. He wondered about returning, but was satisfied at the moment.

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Malcolm looked so wise, He could rework everyone, bring out their best spirit. The professor felt so good, the water healed him