Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"Shouldn't an artist see deeper than that? What do you think I am on the inside?"

"Well, I suppose you're a bit of a mystery to me," Piper conceded and shifted a little in her seat. "My first impression is you have an adventurous soul. Someone who isn't at all afraid to take risks and seek out new experiences. I don't think you're someone who would allow herself to be caged in by society or propriety either," the redhead mused as she thought.

"But I can't really see how all of that relates to your job. A servant, of sorts, to high society types? Living on their whim out in the middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin instead of grabbing life by the reins and seeing the world."
 
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"But I can't really see how all of that relates to your job," Piper observed, contrasting it to her estimation of Dawn's character. "A servant, of sorts, to high society types? Living on their whim out in the middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin instead of grabbing life by the reins and seeing the world."

"Oh, I've gotten to travel to some pretty interesting places with Josephine," Dawn explained as they passed through the Highway 12 interchange and entered the city of Lake Geneva. "More importantly, though, there are some extremely enlightening and educational adventures people can share within the safe confines of an estate... or even in the backseat of a locked limousine."




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Malcolm nodded, he did like a woman who took charge and knew how to take charge. He would need to pick up a few items, but they would be easy enough to get. He would also need to see the computers to know what kind of software and hardware he would be wanting. All of that could be done after breakfast.

He glanced over at Mary, enjoying the way she had walked across the room and waited. He also looked over at Karen. He liked her opinion, she was not only stunning but quite smart. Knowing to not suspect Fruit Loops and raising the points as she did.

When the girl Chrissy had entered, he wondered at first if she was a mute, not making a sound, it wasn't until the Prince spoke to her that he decided she was simply quiet. She certainly did have quite the alluring figure.

"I will need someone to show me the devices in question, but that will be easy to accommodate. We can discuss my fee and other additional security measures later. Would you want the phones to be locked as well. They do have apps for that, using a retinal scan or finger prints to unlock the phone. But at the least, I would suggest everyone have a password lock on their phone. Probably request it of guests as well."

Malcolm knows his stuff as he talks about the suggestions. He did need to know all of the ins and outs of the trade.
 


“I shall work for you,” Alysa responded after a long silence, but with a surprising lack of trepidation in her voice. “No need to get any cuffs or bring in the local authorities.”

“Alright...” Josephine replied, with a suspicious edge to hers. “So we are clear, to ‘work for’ me is employment you accept because it appeals to you, not a condition of any extortion. You must understand its requirements and agree to them. Listen carefully, because I will expect an immediate answer to what I propose.

“You will, effective today, become an employee of a company, of which I am the sole shareholder, and from which I rent this estate: The Dominion, LLC.

“As you are a foreign national, I’ll have my lawyers secure for you the appropriate work visa, if you do not already have one for the United States. This will be the first indication to Her Majesty’s government of your change in status. I’ll let your colleagues at MI-6 draw whatever conclusions from that they want. Perhaps they will assume you have accepted my job to better perform whatever is your true purpose in being here. So be it. You will be unable to confirm or deny this, or to communicate with them in any manner, but we’ll get to that in a moment. First let me go over the basics of your new job.

“As I said, this is employment. You will be paid a salary based on current minimum wage times forty hours per week. That is the amount of money you’ll receive. It has no bearing on how many hours you will work, which may be far less, or far more, than forty hours a week.

“Regardless, at any time you are drawing a salary, you will be on-call for duty, twenty-four hours per day, seven days per week.

“You may think minimum wage does not seem like much for such a requirement, but you will also be given room, board, and clothing. Indeed, it is required that you live here, and that you wear such clothing as I furnish whenever on the premises. In other words, since you will be living and eating here, and be given clothes to wear, you should still have significant money remaining after taxes. If you are like my other servants, then you will find that you have little need for spending money, and can save almost all you earn.

“Because of the circumstances that brought you here, any vacation is problematical. Indeed, until I know I can trust you, the conditions of your employment include that you may not leave this estate unescorted by another employee, or such other agent as I designate, and only with my full knowledge and permission. In lieu of the one week paid vacation I normally give, you will receive as a bonus each month the equivalent of an extra eight hours of pay; that is more than double the monetary value of a week’s vacation. Also, you might get to join me sometimes on my travels to various exotic and luxurious locations, with all your expenses paid.

“While we are on the subject, I must add one other condition of employment unique to you. For the time being, and until I specifically agree otherwise, you will have no communication with anyone outside this estate. You will have no phone, and I will instruct all of my other employees and guests to refuse you access to theirs. The same will go for tablets and laptops. You will have no internet access.”

Josephine paused for a moment and looked down the table. “Mr. Erickson, you’re hired as of now as a security consultant. I assume you’d rather work as an independent contractor, not an employee. We can negotiate your fee later. I need you to upgrade all household computers to require either fingerprint or retinal scan access. We’ll give that access to all employees except
Fruit Loops, here. If you don’t have the requisite technical expertise for that, you can subcontract with whomever you see fit.”

Josephine turned back to Alysa. “Now, where were we? Let’s see, I explained your salary but... Oh, yes....

“You will also have retirement benefits in the form of a 401(k) plan. There is an automatic employer contribution of 5% of your salary, with employer matching of employee contributions up to an additional 10% of your salary. I suggest you invest at least the full 10%. Being limited to the estate, you’ll really have no need for spending money.

“You’ll have full benefits for all necessary medical and dental expenses. There are no deductibles, co-payments, or employee contributions. The Dominion, LLC, is effectively self-insured in this regard.

“Now, in exchange for this generous salary and benefits package, your job description is quite simple: You will cheerfully, and without hesitation or complaint, do anything I, or such others as I designate, shall request, command, or require of you.

“And, given what you undoubtedly already know and have observed about my household, remember that by ‘anything,’” she paused as she stood to look into Alysa’s eyes, their noses almost touching, as if to peer directly into her soul. Then, Josephine reached around Alysa’s waist and pulled the young woman toward her so that their hips and breasts pressed together. Gently brushing Alysa’s lips with her own, Josephine concluded in a seductive whisper, “I do mean anything.”




I stand there looking at her with anger in my eyes but a sense of defeat crushes my lungs as I know she now controls me. I'am left here with a choice to determine my fate. I can give myself to this woman and do her bidding or go to jail and be brought up on espionage charges against the United States and be held in captivity for as long as they wish with no life whatsoever.

This seems like a no brainier decision but I love my country and to be forbidden to ever go home puts an heavy ache upon my heart. I shift my weight back and forth between my left me right foot with the weighing of my decision. I lick my lips as once again I agree to her terms.

I gasp as I feel her hands sliding around my waist and pull me to her. I feel her hips, her ampleness pressed tightly against me. I want to move away but fear her recanting on her offer if I do. I feel her lips brushing against mine, her warm breath caress mine ever so lightly. I have never been this close to another woman except my mother. My body trembles with unknowings and concerns if I can do this.

I take a deep breath, "Yes Ma'am."
 
First Day on the Job



“Yes Ma'am,” Alysa agreed to Josephine’s terms with less enthusiasm than most of her new employees. Nonetheless, Josephine noticed that she did not shy away from her hug or her suggestion of a kiss. Alysa had perfect potential and would no doubt prove fun to train.

That training started now.

“It’s a pleasure to have you in my employment,” Josephine smiled as she released Alysa from her hug and stepped back to survey
her lovely face and body. “Now, to ensure that you’re not carrying any concealed weapons or communications devices, get undressed.”


 
She stepped away from me without doing anything to me. I let out a small sigh of relief until her words stricken me with deep disbelief ‘Please don’t make me do this here.’ my inner voice begged. I lowered my head and took a deep breath I could feel my body tremble with embarrassment and shame. I wanted to refuse and tell her to go to hell, but once again, the life in prison would be worse.

My hands shook as I reached up and attempted to unbutton the button by the shaking of the hands make it more difficult but after a few moments the top one was set free. I could feel the heaviness in my eyes telling me I was on the verge of shedding a few tears but I fought back with a slight sniffle. My trembling hand continued to unfasten the buttons, each one was a bit harder than the previous one. Has my shirt began to open I slightly turn away from the peering eyes of the people around the table. But I keep myself visible to the Lady of the house.

I pull the shirt close and look at her with pleading eyes, but I see the answer in her eyes so I slowly push one side off my shoulder then the other till my shirt was now in my hand. I swallow hard for the lump that formed in my throat was swelling by the second. Stuffing the shirt under my arm, I slowly, with trembling hands unsnap my pants and push them down to my ankles. I quickly reach down and pick them up and put them with my shirt then I cover myself up after she could see I had no weapons.. Just a Bra and Panties covered me ..
 
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William watched and listened in silence. He was astonished on how easy this agent gave up into Joesphine's clutches. His brow arched when Joesphine stood up and pulled the young lady into her. William had to admit the moment those two were that close. A rather obvious effect occurred down between william's legs.

When fruit loops was ordered to take her clothes off, William's brow rose as he watched the young woman undress. He was about to ask if this was necessary but he was just a guest here and had to business in the matter at hand. She was a gorgeous lady that was forsure.
 
Anything Worth Doing...



Alysa hesitantly removed her blouse and slacks, and stood before Josephine — and her assembled guests and staff — in just her bra and panties.

“Continue,” Josephine ordered. “Where the safety of those under my roof is concerned, I won’t cut corners, and I can’t be completely sure you’re unarmed without a complete inspection.”


 
My face falls just a little along with my head. My eyes close as I fight to get control of my shivering body. 'What the Bloody hell have I gotten myself into?' My mind asks and its only answer was federal prison, was all that was needed for me to slowly shake my head in a shameful manner.

I look up into the Ladies eyes begging her for this not to happen here. "Please not here." I whisper low to her. I shiver still covering myself with my removed clothes. My eyes ask again what my whisper did.. 'please not here.' I shake my head in a begging fashion..

I swallow hard as the glare was still in the Ladies eyes. "Please Ma'am not here, I beg of you.." I ask a little louder.. "Please.."
 
Carl watched with a small smile upon his face. He had seen this happen a few times while he had been here at the Dominion, but never while surrounded by this many people who did not know the goings on of the place. He wondered just how they would react.

He kept a careful eye on all the newcomers that had arrived this morning especially. He had no doubts how Chrissy and Michele would handle it. After all those two were employed under the same contract although they each had their own set of special rules, especially Michele.

Karen would be fun to watch as this was partly her idea and Carl was sure this was what she had in mind. She wanted to learn from Josephine how to use her power and a display of it was always the best way to learn.

The others though would be a mystery and that would be the enjoyable part. Would they be shocked, turned on or disgusted by what was going on. He continued to calmly eat his breakfast and made sure to watch his fellow diners very carefully.
 
Magic Words



“Please Ma’am not here, I beg of you,” Alysa responds to Josephine’s command that she strip nude. “Please....”

Josephine suppresses her initial reaction at the woman’s failure to immediately obey. Alysa's situation marks the first time Josephine has brought someone into her employ less than willingly. She did so for numerous reasons, including to avoid becoming embroiled in a diplomatic incident. If she pushes Alysa too far too fast, the girl might just choose going to jail and creating an international scandal over what Josephine demands. Josephine does not want the publicity and official scrutiny that would ensue.

“You said the magic word,” Josephine replies to justify her next move. “No, not ‘please’; you said ‘beg.’ You will learn to beg even more as part of your training, but that’s a good start, so I will grant your request. We’ll do this in my office. Follow me.”

Josephine stepped around the table and started heading for the foyer, her still untied robe flaring behind her like a cape as she walked. “This will need witnesses. Karen, Michele, you come along, too. The rest of you, please remain and enjoy your breakfasts.”

 
I close my eyes once more and allow myself to breathe once more. My body still trembles and shakes with the reminisce of the embarrassment. I look back over my shoulder to the people whom still stare this way. I wonder just how bad this is going to get and just how much begging will have to do. I can not allow myself to upset the Lady of the house for that prison still lingers. But I have made it worse for myself for even if I do get out of here, I will no longer be an agent for I have to resign according to her terms. It appears that I maybe here for quite some time. I have to prepare myself for this or at least try my best for I just don’t know how much I can do this… If it gets too bad, I can always try to flee and get away, maybe go home with the Prince..

I follow the Lady to her office where I come to stand before her desk awaiting for the others to come and join us. I wonder why this was needed for I am unarmed and she still has two armed security guards just some feet away. I don’t say anything but stand there looking at her with a small amount of that lingering fear.. I don’t think I will ever get over this fear, not as long as the situation looks as it does now.. I take a deep breath and I make sure I do not show any sign that I have won a small battle for I know that I haven’t I just used the right word… Lucky me is the way I see it..
 
Strip Search



Josephine waited for Karen and Michele to enter her office.

“Close the door, Pusscake,” she said to the latter once they arrived. Then she turned to Alysa and smiled. “Nobody here but us girls.... Now strip!”



 
"This will need witnesses," Josephine declared about her somewhat surprising decision to let Alysa finish undressing in the privacy of Josephine's office. "Karen, Michele, you come along, too. The rest of you, please remain and enjoy your breakfasts."

Karen smiled hearing that she would get to observe whatever Josephine had in mind for the intruder. She stood, looked down at Chauncey, and commanded: "Stay!"

Then she turned and crossed the foyer to the office with Michele right behind her.

"Close the door, Pusscake," Josephine told Michele when they entered. Then she turned to Alysa and smiled. "Nobody here but us girls.... Now strip!"

Karen leaned back against a bookshelf, crossed her arms across her chest, and waited for the show to begin.
 
Malcolm watched the proceedings. As the women all left he finally stated. "Well there is something you don't see every day." He didn't really seemed phased by it. Apparently such things he has seen before. It reminded him on the client in China, she tended to keep her women about much the same way.

He then directs himself to the lawyer. "You mentioned a case earlier, I'm not from around here, what can you say about it?" Idle curiosity, a way to pass the time, a gathering of information, it was difficult to say what the motive might be, but the question was there now.
 
Mary returned to the dining room, stopping at the buffet to pour a fresh cup of coffee.

"Well, there is something you don't see every day," she heard Mr. Erickson say about Josephine's treatment of the trespasser. Mary laughed softly. Then she realized in Josephine's household, you actually did see that sort of thing on a regular basis.

Chrissy had taken Mary's original seat, so Mary took the one just vacated by Karen, slipping in from the right side to avoid tripping over Chauncey, who still squatted to its left.
 
"Well, there is something you don't see every day," Malcolm quipped as Josephine led the prisoner into her office. Ian chuckled and gave his friend a wink. Malcolm's introduction to the manor could not have gone better, and had landed him a contract with Josephine.

Ian smiled as he took his plate and found a seat at the long table. He would enjoy working with Malcolm again, this time with the added bonus of not needing (probably) to kill anyone.

 
After awhile of watching the public drama play out. Maurice got up from his chair and crept over to where he could grab some fruit and a cup of something hot, preferably tea. As he was steadying the hot tea pitcher to pour. He might have overheard something that necessitated a rebuttal from him.

"You mentioned a case earlier, I'm not from around here, what can you say about it?"

"Well there's not too much I can say about it because the case is still in pre-trial. I'm not privy to case specifics. I have sources, but it's mostly just hearsay and speculation among lawyers and other legal experts, which counts for something...but it's not the same as being directly involved in the proceedings.

What we do know is that the deceased officer allegedly had a history of exercising undue force against minorities and our defendant just so happens to be a young minority with a checkered past. It's not about who's the angel, it's about whose narrative is more compelling. I believe the defendant genuinely believed his life was in peril and acted accordingly. You're entitled to believe as you choose.

He returned to his spot, his hand tracing along the table's varnished surface. He took a sip with his other taking in the hot tea mixture "Ahh...Earl Grey"
 
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William got a little agitated with the way they were treating this lady even after they found out she was an agent. The belittling of her was ridicules and very stupid for all she had to do was give herself up to the authorities whom would then have to contact the State Department. There would be no way in hell that the United States state department would do but give her a ticket home. He shook his head with the way she allowed Josephine to put a fear into her that didn’t even exist. He bit his tongue and would wait to talk with fruit loops when she was allowed to see someone. He would get her out of this place without any problems.

He resume eating as they pulled the young lady off to Josephine’s office. Shaking his head is disgust.. There was no way in hell her ethics was going anywhere near his establishments after witnessing this barbaric side of her… He looked over at Carl… “So this is how you let you Citizens get treated?” he asked respectfully but was a little angered but not at the Prince..
 
Carl looked at William in wonder, his opinion of the man going down even further. Was he really being serious or was he joking with him. By the look on his face he was totally serious and for a second Carl almost laughed at the man.

"I am afraid you must have me confused with someone else Sir. Fruit Loops is no Citizen of mine. If you were listening carefully you would realize that she works for MI6. That is a British secret service and only British citizens are allowed to work for it."

He shook his head and looked towards Josephine's door. "That woman in there has obviously realized that she has stuck her head into the lions mouth and at the moment it is ready to close on her. You see you are probably thinking all she has to do is give herself up to the beautiful sheriff down there," he said smiling at Mary who he noticed had taken Karen's seat, "And then get in touch with the British consulate and everything will be right as rain."

He snorted and shook his head. "That shows how very Naive you are and why you should stick to business and leave politics to the grown ups. She is obviously here on orders but of course no one will be willing to admit to that, so in effect she is on her own. So a British secret agent found breaking into a wealthy and well respected persons property while several prominent people are in attendance. How does that sound to you? Do you think the British government is just going to welcome her back with open arms or hang her out to dry?"

Once again he looked towards the doors and sighed. "No she is doing the only thing she can under the circumstances and I applaud her for it. I would like to catch whoever ordered her on this suicide mission in a dark alley one day of course, and I may make some discreet inquiries of my own to that effect. After all, one does not treat personnel this way, especially beautiful looking ones like her."
 
I look at her for a moment in disbelief that I must continue this embarrassing situation. I close my eyes for a long moment trying to calm my nerves. 'I can do this I say to mysel. Taking a deep breath and holding it before allowing myself to exhale, releasing all the stress with it.

I stand there with my eyes close thinking that I am on a nice warm beach. I push one strap off my shoulder. I think of the cool sea flowing over my feet as I walk along the beach. I push the next strap over my shoulder. I feel the soft,wet sand sliding between my toes. I reach back and unsnap the clasps but keep the cups over my breasts.

I open my eyes and look at her. Her glare tells me to continue. While holding my bra in place. I push my panties down with my other hand. Just to cover myself when I can use my feet to take them off. So now I stand before her as she wanted.."May I get dressed now please."
 
"Oh, I've gotten to travel to some pretty interesting places with Josephine. More importantly, though, there are some extremely enlightening and educational adventures people can share within the safe confines of an estate... or even in the backseat of a locked limousine."

Piper couldn't suppress a grin at Dawn's hint of fringe benefits, but was far to reserved to inquire further. "So what do you do for fun?" she asked conversationally. "Say it's a Saturday night. Everyone's away, big empty house and you have no obligations whatsoever. Where do you go? What do you do?"
 
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"So what do you do for fun?" Piper asked. "Say it's a Saturday night. Everyone's away, big empty house and you have no obligations whatsoever. Where do you go? What do you do?"

"In a 'big empty house' when 'everyone's away,'" Dawn replied while they drove south through the city of Lake Geneva. "I might just enjoy a nice relaxing evening at home... so long as I have a good supply of batteries."

She let that last detail sink in before continuing as she turned left onto Main Street. "How about you, Piper? Do you have any fun toys in either of those big cases of yours?"




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As the lawyer is talking Malcolm is reminded of a joke. A man is trapped in a hot air balloon. It is traveling by the wind. He spies a man on the ground shouting down to him, "Where am I?" The man on the ground looks up and shouts back, "You are in a balloon 100 feet in the air." The man in the balloon shouted back, "You must be a lawyer, you answered my question without giving me any useful information." That is how Malcolm felt about the answer. Luckily, he didn't care, it was simply information.

As the lawyer got himself some tea, Malcolm was appreciative for what little information was there. "Thank you for the information."

Now the Prince and the other man, there was a conversation worth noting. Malcolm looked from one man to the other one. There was little enough like in those eyes.

"True enough, she was clearly unprepared for any kind of field work. If you had not said she had been doing this, I might've suspected fresh out of the academy. I think someone was trying to get rid of her or she pissed off the wrong person." He glances back at the door everyone else was looking at. "It will be interesting to see if she attempts to flee and how soon. And who might help her." He looks back at the two gentleman, "I somehow suspect Josephine would not be happy if her new toy vanished."
 
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Karen resisted he urge to purr approvingly as Chauncey licked her feet. Instead, she concentrated on the terms and conditions Josephine offered the intruder. Still, Chauncey deserved a reward. Karen picked a half-eaten sweet-roll up from her plate, and dangled it before his mouth.


"This will need witnesses," Josephine declared about her somewhat surprising decision to let Alysa finish undressing in the privacy of Josephine's office. "Karen, Michele, you come along, too. The rest of you, please remain and enjoy your breakfasts."

Karen smiled hearing that she would get to observe whatever Josephine had in mind for the intruder. She stood, looked down at Chauncey, and commanded: "Stay!"

Then she turned and crossed the foyer to the office with Michele right behind her.

"Close the door, Pusscake," Josephine told Michele when they entered. Then she turned to Alysa and smiled. "Nobody here but us girls.... Now strip!"

Karen leaned back against a bookshelf, crossed her arms across her chest, and waited for the show to begin.

Chauncey had been about to 'inadvertently' lick the young heiress' hand when she abruptly pulled back the danish and instead ordered him to stay as he watched her parade off along with the other women in the direction of Josephine's study. He was a bit perplexed by the situation, but having witnessed the other woman stripping on demand, he was in no position to move without potentially embarrassing himself. So he stayed in his position, on his knees, next to the chair that Karen had just moments before occupied, and watched as the female police officer sat down next to him. He eyed her bare feet hungrily as he wondered what fate awaited him.
 
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