Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"Food's not what I hunger for, Uncle Ian. You know that." Karen's hand settled lightly on the front of his shorts, gently stimulating his growing erection. "Wouldn't you rather I had that in my mouth?"

Ian cleared his throat nervously. Despite himself, her touch and suggestion made him harden further.

"Even if I thought we should," his voice cracked as he took hold of her wrist and gently forced her hand away. "We haven't time. Lunch is being served, and I'm fetching the wine. Now get upstairs, young lady. I'll be up presently."

"We haven't time," Ian offered as an excuse to rebuke Karen's suggestion of oral sex. He took hold of Karen's wrist and gently forced her hand away from the front of his slacks and the now prominent erection underneath. "Lunch is being served, and I'm fetching the wine. Now get upstairs, young lady. I'll be up presently."

"'Now get upstairs, young lady,'" Karen mocked him in an exaggeratedly gruff masculine voice. "'I'll be up presently.'"

Karen giggled as she turned and started heading back down the stairs. "Well, Uncle Ian, the least I can do is help you. Given the number and nature of our guests, I'm sure you'll need more bottles than you can carry alone."

She crossed the recreation room toward the downstairs kitchen with the wine cellar behind it.

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Before Mary had time to react, Karen rounded the corner to where she stood eavesdropping on her and her uncle, Ian.

"Um," Mary swallowed embarrassedly. "Hi, Karen. Did I hear something about wine?"

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Returning the way they came, the two nude women reached the end of the hallway and descended a flight of stairs leading to a utility hallway between the laundry room and kitchen. The kitchen smelled of warm bakery, but to their surprise stood empty. Passing through the butler's pantry, they found Prince Carl Gustav seated alone at the huge dining room table.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness," Michele greeted him with a curtsy. "Is there anything we can get for you?"

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AmberStar said:

A small sense of hesitation came to me just moments before stepping from the butler’s pantry to the kitchen floor. The heavy intake of air with a small, slow release was the only objection to the action of walking out naked for all to see.
A very small sense of relief came over me when I realized that only the Prince was seated at the kitchen table. Still instinctively I took a backward sidestep behind Michele, hiding what I could from his gander.

I bit at my lower lip when she asked him if there was anything we could do for him, instantly my mind went to the way of this house and figured something sexual would come back as his reply. I slowly moved my hands to the curve of Michele’s hips and awaited for his response.

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Carl was just beginning to wonder if anyone was going to join him when Michele and Alysa stepped into the dining room. He was a little surprised to find that the two of them were naked. He had expected them to have been dressed in maids uniforms, especially Alysa. He would have never expected this sort of behavior from her. Still the way she immediately hid behind Michele suggested she was still not comfortable with showing herself off no matter what she was or was not wearing.

He also watched carefully as Michele asked if they could get him something, and the look of fear that came over her showed what she expected to come out of his mouth. Really is that what she thought he was. Well yes he would like that but obviously the girl did not want his advances and there were more than enough in the household that might.

"Calm yourself Alysa, I am not going to force myself upon you. You have made it perfectly clear that my attentions are not wanted and I am not one to take what is not given. I hope however you do not mind me admiring the stunningly attractive body you have," he smiled.

"As for what you could do for me. At the present I would love a nice cup of coffee and perhaps some conversation. If that is agreeable with you ladies," he smiled.

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"We haven't time," Ian offered as an excuse to rebuke Karen's suggestion of oral sex. He took hold of Karen's wrist and gently forced her hand away from the front of his slacks and the now prominent erection underneath. "Lunch is being served, and I'm fetching the wine. Now get upstairs, young lady. I'll be up presently."

"'Now get upstairs, young lady,'" Karen mocked him in an exaggeratedly gruff masculine voice. "'I'll be up presently.'"

Karen giggled as she turned and started heading back down the stairs. "Well, Uncle Ian, the least I can do is help you. Given the number and nature of our guests, I'm sure you'll need more bottles than you can carry alone."

She crossed the recreation room toward the downstairs kitchen with the wine cellar behind it.

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Ian rolled his eyes and followed Karen down the stairs and into the terrace kitchen. He almost ran into her when she stopped short, facing Mary. The sight of these two woman --- Karen, the nubile young blonde; and Mary, the fit and experienced brunette sheriff's deputy --- both completely nude, did nothing to alleviate the erection pressing out against the front of Ian's shorts.

"Oh, hello, Deputy Green," Ian tried to interject some formality into the awkward situation. He worried about what she might have heard while he and Karen argued on the stairs. He did not want it to become common knowledge that he had, albeit reluctantly, taken his niece's virginity the previous evening. He made an excuse. "Karen and I are just on our way to fetch some wine for the lunch table."

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Constantine envelops Maurice's hand in his own and gives it a firm handshake.

"Eet ees pleesure to meet you," he replies, "My name ees Garov, Constantine Garov." "Lunch ees about to be served een de dineeng room."

"Ve are joost vaiteeng on Madame Czartoryski."

He turns away and walks back to the kitchen/dining room. Where he starts to place dishes of various jams, honey, and cottage cheese on the dining table, having previously sourced them from the pantry and refigerator. He even comes across a jar of real maple syrup. A glance in the oven at his syrnikis keeping warm before he makes himself yet another mug of tea.

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Michele notices Alysa's growing discomfort, both with the Prince's natural charms and with the Russian's occasional entrances into the dining room to deliver aspects of lunch. At the same time, although Constantine invited him to join them, Michele sees that Maurice Turner remains in the foyer.

"Would you feel more comfortable getting a chance to catch your breath by going into the foyer to escort Mr. Turner to his seat in here?" she asks Alysa. "Then, when you come back, just stay on the side of the table opposite from the kitchen. That should keep you from needing to get near to Constantine."

"Oh, hello, Deputy Green," Ian said uncomfortably as he came up behind Karen and found, as she had, Mary standing just outside the downstairs kitchen, from where she might have heard their recent conversation on the stairs. "Karen and I are just on our way to fetch some wine for the lunch table."

"That's right," Karen chuckled with a wink to Mary, who remained nude, just like Karen. "Why don't you come assist us?"

Without waiting for any reply or objection from either of them, Karen snatched Mary's hand and began to move toward the wine cellar, urging her with a tug to follow.

"That's right," Karen chuckled. Her wink suggested that her purpose down here with her uncle included something other than wine. "Why don't you come assist us?"

Karen snatched Mary's hand and began to move toward the wine cellar door at the rear of the kitchen. Mary followed along willingly. Less than five minutes earlier, the two of them had finished making love with Malcolm Erickson on the nearby pool table. If Karen had a similar adventure in mind with the equally handsome Ian Barre, Mary admired her sexual appetite and assumed, though older, she could match her stamina. That Karen's new quarry happened to be her uncle did not trouble Mary. Rather, the added element of taboo excited her. After all, the people living under Josephine's roof often seemed like one big family, anyway. Mary felt more than ever she wanted to belong to it.

"I really don't need that much help," Ian objected ineffectively as Karen took Mary's hand and led her into the wine cellar. Shaking his head in resignation, he followed in after them.

Tempting Appetizers

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Dawn closed her eyes with a slight groan. None the less, she obediently got on her knees and, with a fine washcloth, cleaned what remained of the Prince's seed from Josephine's womanhood. Then, unable to resist, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue on her employer's clitoris.

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“Mmmm...” Josephine purred as Dawn’s tongue found her clitoris. “That’s nice Dawnie, but lunch is the current menu.”

Not without regret, she gently pushed the chauffeur’s face away from her womanhood, opened the shower stall door, and stepped out.

“You clean anything else that needs it,” she added as she reached for a huge towel of Egyptian cotton. “But I’ll be out here listening... don’t you dare get yourself off!”

Grinning sadistically, Josephine shut the glass door.

Karen felt her nipples stiffen and areolae crinkle as she entered the relative cool of the wine cellar. She immediately looked down at Mary's breasts and saw they reacted similarly.

"I'd like to think it's me having that effect on you," she told Mary as she drew her into the narrow room to make room for Uncle Ian to enter.

"I’ll be out here listening," Mistress Josephine warned Dawn as she left her alone in the shower. "Don’t you dare get yourself off!"

Dawn audibly groaned with sexual frustration. Nevertheless, she understood what Josephine expected of her and she obeyed. Prince Carl Gustav had soiled her bung, and she leaned over, away from the jet of water and let it spray her there as she squeezed out any remaining jism. That act alone set her loins further aflame with lust. Dawn sighed as she gave her whole body one final rinse. The coming lunchtime would surely last a seeming eternity!

"I'd like to think it's me having that effect on you," Karen told Mary, unabashedly ogling the way the chill air of the wine cellar affected her nipples.

"It certainly could be, you know," Mary smiled, then leaned forward to lightly kiss Karen on the lips.

Ian entered the wine cellar to find Mary and Karen, both nude despite the cool temperature, kissing. He felt relieved that his niece had found a new potential playmate. He never wanted to repeat the previous night's tryst with Karen, over which he still felt guilt.

He cleared his throat. "Please excuse me, ladies. I need to get the wine for lunch."

Unaccustomed Situations



Josephine slowly dried herself with the plush and oversized Egyptian cotton towel. Michele usually bathed and dried her. She appreciated Michele’s current interest in the new girl, and her efforts to make her feel comfortable, but soon she would have to return to her duties. How Alysa would fit into those remained undetermined.

“Hurry up, Dawnie,” Josephine urged as her chauffeur slowly rotated under the hot shower behind the clear glass doors. “Lunch and our guests await.”

Lost in the gentle pleasure of Mary's kiss, Karen jumped slightly when Ian cleared his throat.

"Please excuse me, ladies," he said. "I need to get the wine for lunch."

"Oh, forget lunch, Uncle Ian," Karen replied, pulling Mary close, nuzzling her and making a subtle but erotic show of stroking her left breast. "Wouldn't you rather stay here and keep us warm?"

While I stood, somewhat covered from the Princes gaze, behind Michele my orbs darted side to side casting my gaze across the room, watching with a bit of unease as the big Russian came and gone setting up the dinning room for lunch. I still get shots of past memories with each time my gaze happens to cross his path, along with the other emotions that I’ve been trying to conceal without very much success.

My gaze refocused upon the Prince for a moment when he offered his statement of fact, it was somewhat toned with a hint of sincerity, which I believe is one of his tools that he uses to seduce weaker minded women, which at the moment could be me… I scour at the thought with a little brat type smirk on my face.
Michele’s offer brought my gaze to her with a slight raised eyebrow, my mind speaking to her in a unheard statement. ‘You want me to do what!?’As if I didn’t hear her, ‘But that would expose me totally.’ my mind quivered out a nonvocal response. With a sigh of childhood disappointment I nodded and weakly responded. “Okay.”

I step off to the right of Michele, the fastest way to go to get out of the Princes view. “Maybe we can have that conversation later.” I offer to the Prince as I make my way toward the man Michele wanted me to engage with , its not that I’m
ashamed of my body, it’s just I have that little modesty voice ringing in my ear.

“Greetings sir.” I greet the gentlemen. “Michele is busy at the moment and as asked me to show you to your seating.” I offer the man with a slight hand motion toward the dinning room. I wasn’t told where to have him seat exactly, so when I get to the place Michele told me to end up I stop and give the man his choice. “Please have a seat anywhere except for the front of the table please.” knowing that was Josephine’s place.

"Forget lunch, Uncle Ian," Karen replied, pulling Mary close, nuzzling her and making a show of stroking her left breast. "Wouldn't you rather stay here and keep us warm?"

"You chose to come in here," he reminded her, growing a bit peeved. His anger, of course, arose because of his guilt over what he had Karen had done the night before, and her attempt to lure him into repeating it. He tried to reject the advance politely, nonetheless. "I mean no disrespect to you ladies, but I have duties to which I must attend."

"Hurry up, Dawnie," Josephine urged through the clear glass shower stall doors. “Lunch and our guests await.

"Yes, Mistress," Dawn sighed. She wanted to remain under the hot jet of water until its relaxing effects overcame her invigorated libido. She knew Josephine had other plans and wanted to keep her this horny all through lunch. Chuckling with frustration at her own vulnerability, Dawn turned off the water and stepped out of the stall.

"'I mean no disrespect to you ladies,'" Karen again mocked Ian in an exaggeratedly gruff masculine voice. "'But I have duties to which I must attend.'"

She squeezed Mary's left breast and brushed her stiff nipple, then lowered her hand to her pubes.

"What about attending to Mary's needs?" Karen then asked Ian, her voice now sweet and innocent, even as she passed one fingertip lightly over Mary's clitoris. "Shouldn't that count among your 'duties'?"

"What about attending to Mary's needs?" Karen asked Ian, her voice now sweet and innocent, even as her hand moved from caressing Mary's breasts down to between her thighs. "Shouldn't that count among your duties?"

"Those activities are fringe benefits and voluntary," Ian growled in reminder. Then, never able to resist a pun, he finished with a smile. "Besides, you appear to have her well in hand."

After Alysa left the room, Michele leaned across the table to Prince Carl Gustav and whispered: "Please, Your Highness, I know you like to be direct, but please take it easy on her. She'll fit in. She just needs some time to adjust."

Glancing over to the foyer as she said this, she saw Alysa greet Maurice Turner who, in turn, ignored her. Instead, talking on his cell, he walked into the dining room and, finally putting his phone away, took a seat.

"It feel like I've been gone for too long, but this place remains as ever," he said. "Firstly, I'd like to offer apologies to Madam Czartoryski and everyone else included. I suppose I can save that for another time, then."

"Hello Mr. Turner, and welcome back," Michele greeted his with cold formality. "I believe you already know His Highness, Prince Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg. Meanwhile, the lovely young lady you just ignored is my new... assistant. You may call her Alysa. Would you care for some coffee?"

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Caught eavesdropping on Karen and Ian, Mary had followed Karen's lead, and done some flirting to encourage it. After all, Karen had already included her on one wonderful sexual adventure this morning. Mary would not object to another.

She followed with fascination Karen's verbal sparring with her uncle. She knew from firsthand experience Karen's seductive skills, combining her creative intellect with a lovely face and beautiful and nubile body. Indeed, when Karen quite openly caressed Mary's breast, then lowered her hand to to between her thighs to lightly stroke her clitoris, Mary knew she would remain Karen's willing instrument in this attempt to again seduce her uncle.