Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

In her fascination with Josephine's expert fellatio, Karen had fully forgotten the remote control she held. She shared Prince Carl's sly smile upon his subtle suggestion. Turning her head to observe Josephine's face, already slightly contorted as she sucked Malcolm's erection, Karen increased the power on the butt plug in Josephine's bottom to full, counted to five, then dialed it down to its lowest setting.



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"Do you want it agent style?" Alysa asks, her concern evident in her glistening eyes. "Or lover style?"

Michele gazes hungrily at the flogger, crop, and claw in her new lover's left hand as Alysa deftly uses her right to unlace Michele's bodice, exposing her large, firm breasts. Michele purrs. "Whichever will turn you on more, my love."

Fellatus Interruptus



With the end of Malcolm’s penis now slick from her mouth, Josephine brought her soft right hand up to gently take hold of his erection. She spread the wetness back over the entire shaft with repeated strokes, while her tongue started to play across the engorged head. With each stroke she took Malcolm’s organ a bit deeper into her mouth.

Then, suddenly, Josephine groaned loudly as the warm buzz from the butt plug’s vibrations turned into hot ecstasy. Her head fell back as she almost came herself. Malcolm’s stiff penis popped from her mouth to bounce and beat against the left side of her face.

I look into Michele’s eyes warmly. “Michele, this, this stuff here doesn’t turn me on.” I lift my left hand up slightly with all the sexual toys, then I move my right hand up and cup the woman’s face with the palm of my hand. “Just being around you turns me on.” I’m still unsure if this feeling is just a state of infatuation or is it that mystical event of falling deeply for someone upon meeting them. I look deeply into her lustful gaze while I search to answer my own question. I look back over the course of the day and how my emotions have bounced around like a hot potato being tossed around several people, but I always manage to end up here in front of her with this burning in the pit of my stomach.

I lean inward and press my lips to hers, kissing her gently, lightly pulling back only to press forward a little more on the next kiss I give her. My left hand opening up and allowing the toys to fall to the floor before moving it up along her petite body. I moan feeling the firmness of her abs as my fingers hungrily contact her flesh with in them. “Michele.” I moan on the second pull away only to return with more of a heated kiss. My hand moves up and over the firm mound of her breasts, I begin to caress the firmness, twitching over her nipple with my thumb.

I push my body forward with the wanting hunger to feel her body against mine. I hate the fact that I can’t feel her hands upon my body, but then again I can feel the rush of being able to do what I want to her and there wasn’t anything she could do. My inner thoughts gets the best of me as I actually release a small girly giggle. “OH MY GOD!” I gasp after the giggle, “I feel like I just got away with stealing a cookie from the cookie jar!” I rave as my left hand compresses the flesh it still lays master over.

“Fuck! You have me burning up!” I whisper as I press forward with the hunger of my lust and desire to make this woman mine. I push my tongue over my lips and into hers with a want to taste her.

“Fuck! You have me burning up!” Alysa whispers, then pushes her tongue deep into Michele's receptive mouth. They kiss passionately as Alysa kneads Michele's firm and full right breast. The chains connecting the cuffs binding Michele's wrists to the upper beams of the cross begin to clink and rattle as Michele tries instinctively to embrace her lover. Meanwhile, Michele's hips start thrusting desperately, and she whimpers because, as bound, she cannot press her womanhood at a satisfying angle to any part of Alysa's body. Next, balancing on her right foot, she tries to hook her left leg around Alysa to pull her more closely to her.

Malcolm saw the look of passion in Josephine's eyes as she let out the groan which released his cock. His hard cock slapping her across the face. He had seen Carl whisper into Karen's ear and then he remembered the remote she had and knew what had brought on that sudden pleasure. He was tempted to tease the sultry woman, but decided on discretion. Malcolm didn't want her to abruptly end this pleasure.

Tenacity



After a few seconds, the heavenly buzz in Josephine’s rear returned to a low hum. Her incomplete coitus with Carl, then the vibrating butt plug, followed by fellating Malcolm for all to see, had her desperately horny. She again took hold of his slick erection with her soft left hand and hungrily devoured half its length. Her tongue circled and slid and flicked upon its engorged head.

"Vy vaste time seedoocing her," Constantine replies to Ian's dilemma with a sneer, "She ees intruder and spion." "Joost ask Madame Czartoryski's permeession and use her."

"Een Russia, eef she broke eento proopeerty of reech oleegarch and vas caught. She vould be beaten den used by guards and anyboody else oleegarch vished and den turned oveer to politsiya. Or joost trown out on street from moveeng car."

"You are employee. Eet vould be beest eef you asked peermeesion from Madame Czartoryski feerst. I doon't know, ees Fruitloops now peersoonal proopeerty of Madame Czartoryski? Fruitloops ees cloose vid de oder maid, dah?"

"I think, my friend, you would find your approach does not conform with most Anglo-Saxon --- in this case I mean British, American, and most of the rest of the English speaking world --- with our sensibilities and ethics," Ian told Constantine. "It's a cultural difference, at least. Consider in World War Two: As I understand it, once Soviet troops entered Germany, soldiers expected, and were permitted, to rape German women. It was considered part of the spoils of war. In the American and British Commonwealth and Imperial armies, any personnel caught raping civilians were arrested and put before a court martial, or at least they were supposed to be."

He took a sip of tea and changed to a less uncomfortable and more immediate issue. "Technically, Fruitloops is not Josephine's property, she is an employee under contract. Several of Josephine's servants are employed under similar contracts. American law will not enforce a contract for sexual services, so the contracts simply say something to the effect that the employee will do 'anything' Josephine asks, and she makes sure the employee knows what that means before he or she signs. Some of the things Josephine asks would not hold up in court, but the benefits of her employment are so advantageous that I'm unaware of anyone ever denying her. In fact, I'm unaware of them ever doing anything unwillingly."

Constantine feels it is important to educate the Englishman, "De Germans keeled over dirteen meellion ceeveelians een de Great Patriotic Var." "Over two meelleeon een der labour camps and four meelleeon een occupied teeritories by starvation." "Dat ees more dan de Eengleeshed keelled een de Ireesh Fameene. And more den de natives keelled een de conquest of Noorth Ameereeca."

"My fadder's moother and hees fadder vere only soorvivoors from der families een de Seige of Leeneengrad."

"Een Russia ve steel believe in Old Teestaymeent taught by Russian Orthodox Church, an eye foor an eye. Dey vill noot make same meestake again!"

He cuts the Englishman some slack, "Boot dees vas een time of deduskas... grandfadders." "Eet vas long time ago."

"Den ees sex vid guests and oder employees on de list of vat ees expected of Fruitloops?" he asks with less passion then his previous statements of fact.

"Ees sex vid guests and oder employees on de list of vat ees expected of Fruitloops?" Constantine asks.

"I can't say it's never happened, but I've never known Josephine to make anyone have sex with anyone they didn't want to," Ian replies. Then he smiles and chuckles a bit. "Are you worried you'll be left out, my friend? Don't worry, with your physique, the fillies will probably be lining up just to see what kind of stud you are!"

Ian tilted his head back a bit to drain his cup of tea. "Speaking of the pleasures available here, would you like a complete tour of all this house has to offer, while we wait for the rest to finish their game?"

"Dah, droog Ian," Constantine says as he also drains his second cup, "Eet ees beautifool house." "Feet for oleegarch."

"Batter for de syrniki moost cheel foor one hour at least." "Let us hope dat de oders do not meess lunch. Dat vould be not good!"

"Fillies!" he adds, "Dees are vomen?" "Vomen do like me!"

"Stud?" "Dees ees like stayllion horse, dah?"

"Eet ees beeg boot not horse cock!"

"Vere do we begeen tour?"

Karen watched and waited until Josephine had resumed and appeared focused upon her fellatio on Malcolm. Then Karen again increased the power on the butt plug in Josephine's bottom to full. This time, she counted to ten before turning it back to its lowest setting.

Malcolm let out a low moan as Josephine returned to his cock with a vengeance. She only took about half, but her speed and ferocity more than made up for it. He admired the beauty and sorely wished the game would get called so they could simply finish. But he also knew, a build-up was also a good thing and this was quite the build-up too.

I find myself at a nexus, as if that is anything but surprising due to the fact that I have been in that state of mind all day. However, apart from this morning when I was on the receiving end of things, and hated every minute of it, I now find myself on the other end, which oddly I find it intriguing. For here I stand looking at someone whom I have come to admire greatly, they are bound and begging for something that I had the sole power to either grant or deny. I wonder if this is what Josephine felt when she was manhandling me, even though I wasn’t begging for what she did, but still she had the power over me, which is what I have at the moment over Michele.

My train of thought gets broken upon hearing the chains clink and clank in her struggle to get close to me. I feel the power swell in the pit of my stomach as I want to know how bad does she wish to feel my naked flesh against hers. It must be overwhelming for she is trying her best to hook and drag me to her. I menacingly step back from her hooking leg. “Now, did I give you permission to be squirming around and trying to touch me?” I say, hoping that this is how its done, I can feel my face heating up in a moment of embarrassment.

I’m not really experienced in doing this, but I guess there has to be a first time for everything. I reach down and pick the crop by it’s butt and bring my gaze upon Michele’s face. “Bad girls need to be punished when they break the rules.” I continue with the Bitch in Power play, even thou I more than likely suck at this…

I eyeball the tip of her nipple as if it was a target at the end of the agencies firing range and with a quick flip of my wrist I send the leather tongue towards it’s target…

Michele yelps when the leather flat of the crop slaps the side of her stiff nipple and soft areola. The sting turns to heat that radiates down to her loins, to burn there, further inflaming her desire. Embarrassed by what it says of her, but unable to resist, Michele sticks out her chest and, gazing at Alysa with sparkling hazel eyes above rose flushed cheels, she pleads. "Please. Again!"

Back at It



This time, when Karen turned the intensity of the vibrations of the butt plug in Josephine’s behind to full, the latter tried to remained focused on giving fellatio to Malcolm. She held his erection with her left hand, leaving its head well inside her lips. All she could manage to do was swirl her tongue around it while concentrating on not clenching her jaw and biting it off.

After what seemed a very long time, the buzzing in her backside returned to a low hum. Now knowing little beyond her own lust, she took Malcolm’s hard organ the farthest into her mouth so far. Her tongue played along its underside while she cupped his balls gently in her hand.

High Intensity

"Oh my." Such simple words, but they were filled with lust. Malcolm felt Josephine's tongue as it worked his cock. His cock twitched ever so gently in her mouth as she worked it and then cupped his balls. Malcolm fought to keep his hands behind his back. He did enjoy caressing his lover whenever she went down on him like this, but knew he shouldn't be doing that. But he did look down at her, taking in her beauty as she worked on her cock.

I stand in shock for what I have done, the snap of the flap against Michele’s flesh and the sound of her yelp almost makes me toss the crop across the room and move over and take her into my arms and ask her to forgive me, but what slaps me with shock is the lust that glares at me from Michele’s orbs. Do not ask me how in the hell someone gets off by being smacked with a slap of leather is beyond me, but whom am I to say what gets other people off.

I stand there looking at the red swollen nipple when she begs me for another one. I swallow hard, not wanting to do this for I would rather hold her in my arms and smother her with kisses and suckles, but my love is asking for me to do this for her and so I shall. I swallow hard and take aim once more on the other nipple that stands out unblemished. I still hesitate for a few seconds trying to fight down the shame of inflicting pain on someone I love, but I just… Swooosh! My wrist twitches sending the flap once more down upon Michele’s flesh.

“Michele!” I whisper after the deed is completed…

"If we ever want to finish this game and let others play we should get back to it, dear Empress," Prince Carl opined to support his suggestion that Josephine stop fellating Malcolm and return to their game. "I have a feeling we should have played doubles."

"Is it really too late for that?" Karen inquired as she, to distract Josephine from her oral activity, increased the vibrations of the butt plug in Josephine's bottom to full, and left it at that setting.

Slight Distractions



Again, when Karen turned the intensity of the vibrations of the butt plug in Josephine’s behind to full, the latter tried to remained focused on giving fellatio to Malcolm. She held his erection with her left hand, leaving its head well inside her lips. All she could manage to do was swirl her tongue around it while concentrating on not clenching her jaw and biting it off.

This time, however, the buzzing in her backside remained at full strength and never returned to a low hum. Now knowing nothing beyond her own lust, Josephine removed her right hand from where it had caressed Malcolm’s scrotum and moved it down to stroke her own genitalia. Malcolm’s erection sprung from her now lax lips as she moaned and rested her forehead against his left hip. His stiff organ bobbed against the left side of her head, her hair tangling around its wet shaft.

"Ooh!" Michele cries out when the leather flat of the crop flicks against the tip of her stiff nipple. Again, the sting turns to heat that radiates down to her loins, to burn hotter there, intensely fueling her desire. Now too impassioned for embarrassment about what this says about her, she lifts her head to beg for more, only to spy the horror on Alysa's face.

"Oh, Darling!" Michele whispers as tears spill from her eyes. "I'm sorry. I asked too much. If you'd rather, just kiss them and make them all better!"

"Vere do we begeen tour?" Constantine asked.

"Upstairs are just bedrooms," Ian replied. "Most of them are pretty generic, except Josephine's suite, and I would not feel right showing you in there. I imagine you'll see that soon enough, anyway."

He winked at the Russian, stood, and carried their tea cups to the sink. "You've already seen most of this floor. There is a large bedroom suite but, again, it's nothing special when not in use. I suggest I show you the basement. It contains all the interesting customized rooms."

Constantine catches the wink Ian directs at him. He is not surprised that considering the sexual antics of the lady of the estate a demonstration of sexual prowess could be part of the job interview process. The mental image of doing Madame Josephine doggy style makes his blood move to his cock which thickens up quite a bit.

"I look forvard to seeng Madame Czartoryski's bedroom," he says, "Eet vill be greet pleesure."

"Eef Madame geeve me joob I hope she vill leet me eenstall prowper exeercise equipment." "Eet vould be beest eef she ees strong een body," Constantine says with a laugh, "Dat vay heer arm veel not tire eef she veeshes to deesceepleene her maids."

"De maid Fruitloops prowbaybly has haynd to haynd coembat traineeng." "Maybe Madame Czartoryski and Mees Karen vould like to leern Russian Systema martial art?"