Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Preferential Treatment



“William, you may sit here at my right,” Josephine indicated the chair next to her as she settled in the seat held by Carl. She wanted to make sure the prince knew she had no patience for rudeness. She then turned to Michele and winked again. “Please bring me my tea, Pusscake, and make sure William receives whatever he would like.”

 
William only shook his head for he has leaned that even in the personal game he had to keep those business teeth ready to bite anyone whom approaches the plate and tries to take it. He bore cold eyes toward the prince as he moved over to the table. He looked at Carl and with a smile. “Sorry about allow the lady to speak before me. But unlike your country were ladies are your carpet to walk on. I have great honor and respect for them. So in that regard I am William Kain, Owner and Entrepreneur of the franchise The Fortress, I have thirteen locations soon to have another.. And to you Carol.. OH I mean Carl… You can call me … SIR! …Michelle I will take some tea as well please and thank you.” William sits down not even looking at Carl now..
 
Double Dare



Josephine sighed as William, despite the opportunity she had given him to ignore Prince Carl Gustav’s earlier gybe, entered into the proffered dominance play. Catching Michele’s eye, Josephine mouthed: “Boys will be boys.”

She then spoke out loud. “Please sit here at my left, Gussie. And don’t worry about Ian and his friend. Someone just jumped the fence. I doubt it’s Baron Von Heiden. He’d be more subtle. Probably just some kid on a dare. Now let’s enjoy this scrumptious breakfast before it grows cold.”

 
Carl was fuming but he kept his anger in check. He took the plate from the left hand chair and walked up to the buffet table and helped himself to the food he had cooked and then a cup of coffee. He had a feeling he was going to need a lot of caffeine to deal with this man.

He winked at Michele as he passed her and then sat back down. "So Willy, I am a little surprised at you. For an astute business man you make a few too many assumptions," he began as he started to cut up his bacon. "Do you know which country I am from? What friends I have in other European countries? I would have thought that if you wanted to expand your business overseas it would have been wise of you to find out."

He took a bite and smiled. "However I have heard of your places. Very exclusive nightclubs and mini resort type of things are they not. Very similar to what the Empress has here. I would say you have some sort of business proposal for her?"
 
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William looked over at carl with a shaking of his head. "Well to be honest I have never heard of you in the business world to even have the means of checking you out. I really don't want to set up shop in the European conglomerate due to the unstable econ of Greece for they are pulling the EU down the tubes. If Great Britain uses their power of the pound to help out the destabilization will only halt the downscaling for a short time before they will have to cut aid. The only way for the EU to survive is seeking help from the United States or Hong Kong. But as for you inquire of my oversees business, I have moved over seas.. I have my current one being made in Delphi, Saudi Arabia and I have meetings with Japan and China next week. I don't mess with the small dogs like the EU.."

William stands up, Nods to Josephine and walks over to the buffet and makes him a plate. "I believe there is no shop talk on weekends Carl. So talk to me on Monday about any talk that you want to have in the business affairs of Josephine and I, and if you have any offers for me to come to EU as the help it needs, well that will have to wait till Monday too."

He looks at Michelle only briefly before moving back to his seat.

"So, How about them New England Patriots! Do you think they will go all the way again?" He inquired to Carl..
 
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"So no shooting, no cameras, no use of deadly force." Malcolm looks over at Ian, "Would you like me tie one hand behind my back as well, to make it be a bit more challenging." There was a bit of the Malcolm sarcasm and wit in the statement. He debated now drawing his weapon or leaving it holstered for the moment. He finally decided unarmored it would be.

He followed along behind Ian, letting him take the lead. Malcolm studied the grounds as they moved. Noting the many trees, the clear grounds, the pool, and the pool house. He saw someone moving quickly towards the pool house. Seeing that Ian was heading towards that individual. They headed closer and Malcolm took the lead from Ian, "Ok, hold it right there."

"I move to the wall next to the steps… Great I’m sooo clever I head up the stairs and well shit! James you suck.. I put my hands up… “Hello”"

Well this person knew she had done something wrong as well as knew how to give up immediately, both good properties. "Come closer." By now Malcolm was using his, "Don't fuck with me voice." The one that was assertive, threatening, and he was told quite scary.
 
Still in just her fluffy plush cotton robe, Mary reaches the bottom of the grand staircase in time to hear an unfamiliar voice. "So, how about them New England Patriots! Do you think they will go all the way again?"

Entering the dining room, she sees a handsome dark stranger seated at Josephine's left. She smiles at him. "You're not from around here, are you? Everyone knows this is the Packers' year!"
 
William looks over his shoulder when he heard a woman's voice talking about the packers!" He smiles and shakes his head.. "Hello, My name is William Kain." as he stands up and moves next to her.

He puts his hand out to greet her.. "You are if I may ask?" in a very polite voice.. "No, I'm from New York.. But I have to debut you on the packers.." He smiles to her.. "Please have a seat..." He gestures to her...
 
Carl continues to eat calmly. The ignorance of the man was staggering. While trying to sound educated and smart he was only digging himself a bigger hole. It was obvious that other people did the work and he was just a figurehead in his company and not a very good one at that.

"So Willy I take it one of your heroes must have been good ol' George W Bush Jnr. You sound an awful lot like him," he smiled. He wondered if he would get the reference but he doubted it.

"As for your football championship, I have always loved the underdogs. I think the Cincinnati Bengals have recruited well and may surprise a lot of people, although I also like the Ravens. After all Purple is the royal color," he smiled.
 
William looked at Carl and shook his head, William wasn’t going to get into a pissing contests with this pompous ass, but just go with the flow of things and stay on the good side of the hostess. He nodded. “Well, Good luck to the Packers, The Bengals, The ravens and the Patriots.” the mighty four he then proceeded to eat his meal. no longer exchanging dialog, or glances. He straightened up and turned toward the charming lady that started the football huff with the Packers. “So have you been a Packers fan ever since you understood football? He asked sincerely interested in what she had to say.

He felt like an ass coming in here in just under a few hours and already had the tension up high. He was done doing the my dick if bigger than your dick contest. He was here to enjoy his time. If one of these women wanted to share there time with him that was fine. If they wanted that man that was fine too. He had more important things in his life to worry about one man’s comments.

He looked over to Josephine for a moment than realized that this man must be really close to her and was hit by a jealousy and that was why he was hostile that was fine he would back off of her with no problems. He gave her shit happens look and then turns back toward the football fan woman.
 
Carl saw that William was backing off and decided to stop goading him. Well at least if he behaved himself.

He continued to eat his breakfast and looked at the three women he was surrounded by. Mary looked no worse for wear after last nights marathon session, and he had enjoyed cuddling her all night. During a break in hers and Williams conversation he caught her eye and smiled and blew her a small kiss.

Josephine and Michele looked ravishing as always. Josephine had allowed her robe to gape open a little more and of course Michele was still naked. He smiled at her over Josephine's shoulder and nodded his head slightly. "You know you should really sit down Pusscake and eat something, it is rather delicious and I am sure Josephine would not mind."

He turned his attention to Josephine and his smile widened. "You should eat as well dear Empress. You should replenish yourself after all the exercise you got yesterday, especially if you plan to exercise again today," he said with a cheeky smile.

He quickly took another bite of food and looked at them both with a twinkle in his eye.
 
. He saw someone moving quickly towards the pool house. Seeing that Ian was heading towards that individual. They headed closer and Malcolm took the lead from Ian, "Ok, hold it right there."

"I move to the wall next to the steps… Great I’m sooo clever I head up the stairs and well shit! James you suck.. I put my hands up… “Hello”"

Well this person knew she had done something wrong as well as knew how to give up immediately, both good properties. "Come closer." By now Malcolm was using his, "Don't fuck with me voice." The one that was assertive, threatening, and he was told quite scary.

"Blood Hell!" I shake my head as I see the one man standing just in front of the other one. The one in back seemed to be an older man, quite he was, but the one talking to me seemed a little hyper like the lad had too much coffee tis morning. I bit my lower lip as he advises me to move forward. I obliged him and walk closer to him. My hands still up and I'm slowly allowing my eyes to check the immediate area to see if I have a route that I could use to escape.

I exhale deeply along with my hope of escape for he would be able to get to me before I could leap over the railing. or the leap down the fifteen foot drop and the roll on impact, he would be on top of before I could get away. 'Well Jamie what would you do in this case.. Never mind your the one that got me into this mess!' I will have to find a new agent hero, Jamie just messed up!

I get to the point where I think the man wants me so I stop and look at the man. My brow arches for he seems familiar to me, but I just cant put my finger on it. I lick my lip as it was coming dry. My little quarks to keep me from getting nervous quit working as I now get a little worried about my future status of my freedom.

"Hello Gents, My name is Irene.. " Irene! my inner voice questions me. So I'm a little nervous....
 
Stopping suddenly, she sat back then stood up. Exiting the shower before he could react, she grabbed a towel and, walking out into the bedroom to dry off, called back, "I'll see you downstairs, and don't you dare get yourself off before breakfast!"

Chauncey's head was leaned back in pleasure when suddenly Karen stopped teasing his dick with her tongue and exited the shower leaving him covered in soap with a hard-on eager to explode between her young lips and the shower door standing a bit ajar. It took him a moment to realize what had happened and for her words to make sense, but the water had begun to turn cool, so he quickly rinsed the soap from his body and exited the shower. He was a bit confused as he stood there dripping on the bathroom floor as he searched for a towel, finally only able to find the smallest of hand towels left for him. He dried himself as best he could and followed her to the bedroom, but by the time he arrived, the room was empty. His clothing that he had worn to Josephine's the previous night was no where to be seen, but laying on the bed was some of the clothing he had selected from the closet.

He returned to the bathroom, and upon searching the medicine cabinet, found new razors and toothbrushes, still in their bubble wrap. Josephine was nothing if not a consummate hostess. He quickly shaved and more or less made himself presentable before returning to the bedroom. A closer inspection of the items left for him revealed that the Khaki pants he had selected as well as the Blue Blazer were there, but there was not shirt. He crossed the room to the closet where he had found the items the night before, only to find it locked. He pondered the situation for a moment as his eyes continued to scan the room. He would be dressed, but only in the most minimal sense of the word, and oh how she had left his cock aching for release. He was not certain that it would not show through the thin material of the pants, but as he stood there nude, he resigned himself to dressing as the young woman had allowed.
 
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"Hello, Gents," the intruder greeted them with false confidence. "My name is Irene."

"Well... Irene," Ian replied with genuine seriousness. "This is private property and you're a trespasser. That means you're in some serious trouble."

He turns to Malcolm and raises an eyebrow.

 
The conversation moved too quickly for Mary, whose mind kept wandering back to the exceptional and incredible sex with Josephine, Carl, and Josh the night before. Intellectually, she understood she should feel used and dirty. Something about the ambiance of this manor, however, made such things feel natural and proper. It helped, of course that the foursome had included Josephine, herself.

She shook her head to clear it. She had started the debate about who would win the coming season's Super Bowl, but failed to follow it as Carl and William traded facts and opinions. She shook her head again, thinking that she considered herself an exemplary police officer and should have better concentration than this. What if an emergency presented itself, like an intruder or something?

Forcing herself to listen, she realized William meant her when he asked: "So have you been a Packers fan ever since you understood football?"

"Not exactly," she replied finally. "In my parents' house, you become a Packers fan before 'you understood football.' It's like a religion. Along with the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit, we had the trinity of Lambeau, Lombardi, and Starr. Then, when I was young, came Brett Favre. I guess you'd call him a latter-day saint."

Just then, she saw Carl give her a smile and blow her a kiss. She smiled back at him. That, along with talk of the Packers over a hearty breakfast made everything feel all better. It almost felt like home.
 
Karen moved quickly. She'd decided last night what she would wear to breakfast this morning. She found Chauncey's suit pants laying on the floor. The few wrinkles they acquired did not matter as she pulled them on and cinched the belt as tightly as it would go. It came nowhere near to reaching her narrow waist, but it allowed the slacks' waistband to settle onto her hips in a way that kept them from falling down. Then she zipped up the fly and cuffed the trouser legs so that they brushed the tops of her bare feet.

She found the suit coat on the floor on the far side of the bed. She put it on, folding back the cuffs so that her hands fully emerged from the sleeves. She buttoned just the top button. This secured the jacket in place in a way that revealed her entire cleavage, but fully covered her pert, full breasts.

Standing before a full length mirror as she ran a brush through her wet hair, she admired the effect of her outfit. She clearly wore the suit of a much taller man. It would not take long for the other residents of the manor to determine whose.

Dressed this way, she headed down to breakfast.


 
Cheeky Exchange



“You should eat as well dear Empress,” Carl suggested with a cheeky smile. “You should replenish yourself after all the exercise you got yesterday, especially if you plan to exercise again today.”

“On, I try to exercise every day,” she replied. Then her expression changed to mirror his. “But, you know, any good trainer will suggest you alternate routines each day.”

 
Carl smiled back at her and nodded his head. "Oh you are right in that dear Empress, Workout routines should always be varied." He gave a subtle look towards Michele and smiled.

He had no problems with Josephine wishing to sample another persons delights. He did not have any rights on her and indeed he knew of her umm...how would he describe it, lifestyle before he came here. Indeed his own greatly mirrored hers, a reason they got along so well, well one of the many reasons.

"I hope your routine today is fun Empress. Remember to stretch fully though, I do remember how you like to throw yourself into these things," he said his eyes sparkling with mirth.
 
Standing before a full length mirror as she ran a brush through her wet hair, she admired the effect of her outfit. She clearly wore the suit of a much taller man. It would not take long for the other residents of the manor to determine whose.

Dressed this way, she headed down to breakfast.



Chauncey decided that to just stand there and wait for some nonsensical prayer to be answered would only increase his chances of being discovered in the heiresses room. Left with no choice, he slipped on the slacks, sans underwear and then the jacket, buttoning one button. With no shoes he looked at himself for a moment in the mirror, decided he looked ridiculous, but at least he was covered and he might have a shot at making a retreat from the manner with little to no notice. He wasn't sure what if any ramifications would come of attempting to defy the young woman's request that he meet her in the dining hall, but with his cock still semi rigid and against the light colored fabric of the slacks he wore, he felt he had no choice.

He ran his hands through his thick blonde hair, gulped once more and exited the room. From downstairs he could already hear voices as people were rising and gathering for the morning which meant the back staircase was off limits as there would be staff and traffic in the kitchen area. He quickly descended the main stair case, and upon reaching the base determined the majority had congregated once again in the dining room. Padding softly barefoot across the foyer he attempted to reach the front door without notice of the other guests, most of all, Josephine and the young lady he had spent the evening calling "Goddess".
 
Sartorial Surprise



Before she could reply to Carl, Josephine noticed Karen entering at the far end of the dining room.

“Good morning, my dear,” Josephine greeted her. She noted the oversized man’s suit the young woman wore, recognizing it immediately. “It appears you had an interesting night.”

 
Something wasn't right. Malcolm's gut was telling him that something wasn't right. She put her hands up too easily, walked towards him too easily. She even knew the proper distance to stop. Not too close and yet not too far either. He watched as her eyes darted about, but he knew that look, this was no scared bunny looking to run, she was a predator, looking to escape.

He was now debating whether to draw a weapon, but at the moment it didn't seem necessary. "Well Irene, why don't you tell us what you are doing here, since you seem to know why you are here."
 
My brow arches as the quite one speaks. His voice carried the tone of authority to it. I shift my brown orb towards him briefly as he spoke as if he knew what my future held for me. The small lump went down after the third attempt which allowed me to breath a little easier. I was biting my lower lip a few times when caffeine man spoke up once more.

‘SHIT!’ My eyes falls to the ground as I try to make up a good craploa story to tell them but none comes to mind. I stand there looking at them with my mouth chewing on my inner cheek like I was chewing on a piece of beef jerky. “Umm, Actually no I don’t really care to divulge that information but I guarantee you that the reason why I am here, you don’t want any part of..” I get this FBI’ish attitude hoping that this tone of voice puts the fear of the law to them. I get this smirk on my face like I was the most intelligent woman in the world standing here in front of them.

I shift my eyes between the two of them as if I was putting their images into my photographic memory to pull up their identities at a latter time with the latest Interpol database listings of criminals. I take the stance as one of those upped field agents that think their crab don’t stink. “Well take me to someone who is in charge!” I demand for what reason I have no idea but hopefully something comes to my mind in the next few moments…
 
Carl stood up and bowed his head towards Karen. As she had been given the same rights as Josephine and been appointed her heir apparent, it was only right she be treated as he would her.

"Good morning Karen. I see that you are still going with your new style today. I must say it suits you very well," he smiled at her, admiring the way the coat barely kept her breast's contained while still covering just the right amount to titillate the viewer.

As he looked at her he spied the owner of said suit making a hasty bee line for the door. Oh no this wouldn't do. The man couldn't leave on an empty stomach. "Why Chauncey dear boy, leaving so soon," he called out. "Surely you must be hungry. Come and have breakfast with us all before you go."

He gave Karen a small devilish smile and sat back down again, getting stuck back into his own breakfast.
 
Places to go ...

After wandering the ground floor for longer than I should have - sans clothes - I finally found where we'd started last night. Entering the room returned a flood of very pleasant memories and an equally pleasant rush of blood to my cock. But despite the many pleasures of the evening and the promises of the lovely ladies I'd seen in my wanderings (how does Josephine always attract the most beautiful people to her home?), I have my commitments for the day. I'd come yesterday (no pun intended) for one primary purpose and it had to do with my relocation to the States. Since I still had some settling to do, I regrettably cannot hang around to see what other mischief - or pleasure - I can get into.

I hadn't seen Josephine since she left the bed we shared, but actually decided to not go searching for her. It would give me an excuse to follow up with her after leaving.

I slowly dressed, realizing I was not in a hurry to leave. But leave I must and so as soon as I had arranged myself I let myself out the front door and found my car. I was hoping for a return trip before too long.
 
"'Boyfriend'? Why would I want to limit myself with a 'boyfriend?"

Oh. Right... she's a...

Having grown up in Catholic private schools, followed by Catholic university, Piper didn't have a lot of experience with... alternate sexuality? Was that the term? At least not people so out in the open about it. A few girls at school had question marks about them, but no one she had met wore it like a badge of honor the way Dawn was.

Not that there's anything wrong with that, she thought on Pavlovian reflex.


"And what about you, Piper? Do you have anyone special right now?"

"Yes." Piper lied. "He goes to UWM," she added before quickly changing gears. "So... you're taking online courses in the fall? What're you studying?"
 
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