Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

“I wish to be excused for a little while,” Alysa pleads. “I just want to be alone and think about all of this. Give it time to sink in and allow me to defeat my own inner demons.”

She lets go of Michele's hands and slowly turns to climb the stone steps up and into the mansion

Michele feels torn between her desire to care for Alysa and her duty to entertain Josephine's guests. She finds serving and satisfying Josephine compellingly fulfilling, but worries, if left alone, Alysa will decide to flee the manor. In truth, Michele knows they can do nothing legally and little practically to make her stay.

Michele closes her eyes and counts softly and slowly to a hundred, both to calm herself and to keep it from looking to Alysa as if she continues to chase her. That might simply drive her away. When finished, she raises her eyes to climb the stairs to the rear kitchen door. She stops halfway up. A ways to the left of the door, she sees Alysa standing in one of the large family room windows overlooking the lawn. Michele stands there, waiting to catch Alysa's gaze.

Already too horny to think straight, Chrissy did not know how to react to the others around her. The new maid's sudden departure followed by Miss Callingwood's scolding confused her. Before she could sort that out, Prince Carl entered.

"A pretty collar my dear," he commented upon the only thing she wore, save for the leash hanging from it down between her breasts. "It brings out the color in your eyes."

She mumbled her thanks, not sure if he heard it. She watched him make a gin and tonic, trying to remember why she had come in here herself. After he left, she looked around, rediscovering the bottle of sunscreen in her hand.

"Oh!" she said aloud, remembering that Dawn waited for her. The recollection that she currently moved at the chauffeur's bidding sent another thrill down her spine to her already yearning loins. She hurried out of the pool house keeping her gaze straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with the others around the pool. She did not do this from embarrassment or shame at her nudity or subservience. In fact, she relished the others seeing her like this. Rather, she wanted to avoid any conversation that might delay her return to Dawn's side.

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Humble Request



“Your drink, M`Lady,” Carl handed over her Tanqueray and Tonic with a wink. “Now is there anything else this humble Prince can do for you?”

She took a long sip and smiled. “You, Sir, are a prince in almost every denotation and connotation of the word, but ‘humble’?”

She chuckled and took another sip. Her eyes scanned the various residents, staff, and guests around the pool. “As for ‘anything else’ you can do for me, let’s liven up this party. It’s Saturday, but I feel like I’m in church.”

"If you don’t mind me asking," William began with calm respect, keeping his gaze on Mary's face. "Is there anything I can do to help you with this decision?"

Mary raised her eyebrows and took another deep sip of her drink, then chuckled nervously. "Sure. Tell me honestly what you think of my whorish behavior over the past 24 hours."

Chrissy returned, sunscreen in hand, wearing only her collar and the leash hanging down between her breasts to bounce between her thighs as she walked. Dawn, herself completely nude, stood and stretched.

"I sure don't want to burn anywhere," Dawn explained. "Please put that sunscreen on me, and makes sure to get every square inch of my body."

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She chuckled and took another sip. Her eyes scanned the various residents, staff, and guests around the pool. “As for ‘anything else’ you can do for me, let’s liven up this party. It’s Saturday, but I feel like I’m in church.”

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Carl looked around and noticed what she was talking about. While everyone was either in a state of undress or fully undressed, they all seemed to be keeping to themselves.

"You are right my Princess. It is quite dull. No one is getting together or doing anything fun, although it does look like your chef and chauffeur might be going to have some fun," he grinned.

"Still just how would you like to warm the party up. Would you like me to take you in front of all your guests and invite them to join in? I am sure you are just itching to have that big Russian inside of you. I have seen the looks you have been giving him," he chuckled throatily as he swum up beside her and embraced her from behind, slipping his hands around her waist and caressing her belly.

"Or did you have something totally different in mind. Maybe some music and dancing perhaps"?

The Idle Rich



“Your first offer is too vulgar,” Josephine protested with a sigh. “And the second too mundane.”

She took a sip of her Tanqueray and Tonic and slowly shook her head. “Has it finally happened, Carl, that we have lived so long with our wealth and excesses that nothing amuses us anymore?”

The walk back to where Dawn waited drove any consternation about Miss Callingwood's scolding far from Chrissy's mind. The leather leash hung from her collar down between her small, firm breasts to beat softly between her thighs and against her pubes, adding tremendously to her libidinous need. By the time she reached the far end of the pool, her lust had again become nearly unbearable.

"I sure don't want to burn anywhere," Dawn, herself completely nude, explained as she rose from a chaise lounge and stretched. "Please put that sunscreen on me, and makes sure to get every square inch of my body."

Chrissy simply nodded. The anticipation of spreading lotion across "every square inch" of Dawn's smooth skin left her literally speechless.

She move behind Dawn and squirted a handful of sunscreen into her left palm, rubbing her hands gently together to warm it, Then she daubed this across the narrow expanse of Dawn's tightly muscled back. She had overestimated the amount needed for the slender woman, so still had enough to spread down to her shapely, pert buns. She thought she heard a soft moan from Dawn as her slick hands moved over her buttocks and down the crack between them. It made Chrissy's loins tingle.

She applied considerably less lotion to her hands before kneeling behind Dawn and moving to her thighs. She would have better access to the front of her legs later, so concentrated on the smooth skin on the back of the thin but statuesque limbs. She spread the sunscreen down the legs simultaneously, with one hand on each. When she reached the Achilles Tendon, she had just enough lotion left on her palms to move back up the legs and rub it into Dawn's inner thighs. With her hands still placed and massaging there, she finally found the focus to speak.

"Would you like to lay down while I do your front, or just turn around?"

EmpressJosephine said:

“Your first offer is too vulgar,” Josephine protested with a sigh. “And the second too mundane.”

She took a sip of her Tanqueray and Tonic and slowly shook her head. “Has it finally happened, Carl, that we have lived so long with our wealth and excesses that nothing amuses us anymore?”

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Malcolm looked over at Josephine. "It would appear the two of you do not make bets on the outcome of people being put into bad and strange situations. Taking away someone's money and making him a bum, giving a bum money just because. Offer money to married men or women for sex to simply break up a relationship. At least you've not gone off the deep end for things that amuse you." Malcolm seems to be speaking from personal experience on a many of those short stories.

"For a game, for something sexy, you could play, "Guess who has the remote. Everyone has a remote and everyone gets a toy ... attached, the goal is to figure out who is controlling yours." Malcolm thinks a bit longer, "Pet Obstacle course. Blindfolded taste test." Malcolm snaps his fingers, "You might like squirm, you have to watch an entire sex scene without touching yourself." Malcolm looked Josephine up and down, "You might also appreciate Ups and Downs, although we might need to change it a bit. But a person gets on their head and spreads the legs wide for 30 seconds. You're supposed to do it once with panties on and the second time without, but you get the meaning."

"Rope tying is always fun. A good demonstration on that is always nice to watch. The Throne you might appreciate. You take a butt plug, attach it to a chair and have someone sit upon it. Perhaps describing what she sees." Malcolm continues, "Or perhaps inspection, which is exactly what you think it is, a close inspection of the body."

It seems like Malcolm may have watched a number of these over the years.


OOC> And yes, I did research.
http://bdsm-101.tumblr.com/post/129449105057/fourteen-naughty-games
http://thestallionstyle.com/7-wicked-sex-games-to-play-in-bed/
http://badgirlsbible.com/bdsm-games

Sport



Josephine listens to Malcolm with interest and intensity, then takes a sidelong glance at Carl and chuckles. “It seems our security consultant has expertise in some other useful areas. What do you say, my Prince, fancy a game of some sort?”

"Would you like to lay down while I do your front?" Chrissy asked from where she knelt behind Dawn with her hands still massaging the insides of Dawn's thighs. "Or just turn around?"

"Hmm?" Dawn took a moment to come out of the sensual euphoria from Chrissy spreading sunscreen down her back from her nape to her heels. She had planned to drive Chrissy mad with lust, but this phase of her scheme threatened to turn that table. Well, she could correct that.

Without speaking an answer, Dawn turned around. Chrissy now knelt before her. Before she could start to apply more sunscreen, Dawn placed her hands on the back of Chrissy's head and pulled her mouth tight against her pubes.

Party Games



“Beer Pong?” Josephine laughed. “Like college kids play? Carl, you do keep me young. That’s a wonderful idea!”

She looked around and saw her groundskeeper laying back on one of the chaise loungers. She called over to him. “Ian! Please fetch the table tennis equipment from the pool house. Find some Sharpie markers, too.”

She looked around the rest of the patio surrounding the pool and found her chef and chauffeur making love at the far end. She did not want to disturb them. She saw neither maid until, looking toward the house, she noticed Michele stopped halfway up the rear steps. Josephine cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled across the lawn to her. “Pusscake! Come here! You’ll want to be part of this!”

After a few moments of deep thought I finally come to a decision in which way my life will go from this point on. I have been tossed into the wind by the agency, which I believe was a move to see if I would sink or swim as a field agent. I have to believe that my destiny is with them and not here.

I pull my gaze away from the pool with a new confidence in myself. I no longer have to be this abused individual waddling in my pool of self pity. I just have to pick myself up and move on with my life, the life of an agent not some pawn for a wealthy dominatrix.

My gaze falls upon Michele, our eyes seem to lock for a moment while trying to read each other's expression. I can see concern in her eyes, but I also hesitation as well. Something that I feel now upon looking at her, but I fight that down the best I can before I whisper to her that I'm sorry. Knowing she wouldn't know what I saying, but then I hear her name being called out by Josephine to come back to the pool.

I lower my head and turn away heading back through the parlor to the winding stairs, where Michele and I came down just a little while ago. I move up the stairs and down the hallway that leads to the bedroom where Michele and I had our moment. I fight back the image with my determination to return to my original life.

I enter into the room and smile as I see my clothes still laying where we left them. I quickly get dressed with this new determination to get out of here. I have an opportunity to get away while everyone is still mustered around the pool.

I quickly make my way back down the stairs and relieved to see no one around. I quickly exit the main door and head back down the long landscape that I previously crossed over earlier this morning. Taking a last look back, thinking of Michele before leaping over the wall and returning to my old life.

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The whole household was at peace. They were all enjoying themselvws

“Pusscake!” Josephine's voice echoed up to Michele across the lawn. “Come here! You’ll want to be part of this!”

Michele turned to look. Her Mistress stood in the shallow end of the pool with Prince Carl and some other guests. More guests and staff lounged around on the surrounding patio. Whatever Josephine thought Michele would “want to be part of” probably involved some exotic erotic activity. Josephine knew Michele's tastes well.

Such an adventure was the last thing Michele wanted to expose Alysa to right now. Her new lover had found it nearly impossible to adjust to the Manor's libertine lifestyle.

Michele turned back to the house. Alysa no longer stood in the family room window. Michele felt torn. She took Alysa at her word when she said she wanted “to be excused for a little while... to be alone and think about all of this [and] give it time to sink in....” On the other hand, she did not want to leave Alysa alone too long and make her think she would not care if she left.

Honest to a fault herself, Michele believed Alysa's stated intention for disappearing into the house. She decided, therefore, that Alysa's need for some solitude allowed herself time to attend to her duties to Josephine. She would check on Alysa at the next opportunity. Content that her decision covered all necessities, Michelle turned again, descended the stairs, and crossed the lawn to join the others by the pool.

Setting the Table



“Ah, Pusscake! There you are.” Josephine smiled as Michele stepped onto the patio surrounding the swimming pool. “We need a stack of big plastic cups, preferably opaque. If there are none in the pool house, then there should be some up in the pantry.”

A squeaky caster caught Josephine’s attention as the groundskeeper wheeled a folded ping-pong table from behind the pool house.

“Ian. good!” Josephine called to him. “Set that up near the shallow end, where there’s room for us all to gather around it.”

She turned to Carl and Malcolm and smiled like an excited little girl. “What do you say, boys? Shall we set up your game?”

Mary raised her eyebrows and took another deep sip of her drink, then chuckled nervously. "Sure. Tell me honestly what you think of my whorish behavior over the past 24 hours."


William stood with a complex expression upon his face when Mary asked her attention grabbing question. How does one comment on someone else’s behavior especially when you don’t know them beyond their name in general? William drew a step back with a rubbing of his beard. “Being honest, I think you only live once. Being in the profession that you are in you have a very tight discipline, and just letting your hair down for a few days is your own business, however, if you didn’t put your hair down I might not have had an excellent morning like I did!” William could feel his face slightly burning.

“Ah, Pusscake! There you are.” Josephine smiled as Michele, still in her black maid's uniform, stepped onto the patio surrounding the swimming pool. “We need a stack of big plastic cups, preferably opaque. If there are none in the pool house, then there should be some up in the pantry.”

As Michele headed for the pool house, she passed Ian wheeling a folded ping-pong table from behind the pool house. This suggested Josephine wanted the plastic cups to play Beer Pong. Michele's mouth formed a crooked grin and she shook her head slightly. This day continued to get stranger and stranger.

In the pool house kitchen, Michele opened a couple cupboards until she found the one containing the cups.

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Taking one tall stack, Michele returned to the pool area.

"If you didn’t put your hair down," William added with a slight blush growing on his cheeks. "I might not have had an excellent morning like I did!"

"You're welcome," Mary replied with a chuckle. Then a frown replaced her smile. "So it's in the context of relief from my profession that what we did this morning, um... and so forth.... It's in that context that it's alright. What about adopting it as a lifestyle, like Josephine and Prince Carl and the other people who live in or frequent this place?"

Malcolm nods his head at Josephine. At the moment she seems to be directing traffic very well. "Sounds like quite the plan." He admires as the staff gets things ready. "It has been awhile since I've played beer pong."