Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

[Aussie_Wolf]

“Games!” Josephine snorted. “I don’t know how I got drawn into that. I have always considered lovemaking too important for games.”

Carl smiled back at her. "Well you know if it is lovemaking you want, I am most happy to oblige, and you are always welcome to invite anyone else you would like to the party," he chuckles eyeing Karen up and down. "Although you know that I am happy to have your undivided attention," he says giving her a little bow.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Adult Decisions



“I’m going to linger here a bit and see how Karen deals with dear Mr. Turner,” Josephine told Carl. “She’s an adult now. I’ll let her make her own decisions, but I’m curious to see how this goes.”

She looked at her brandy snifter still sitting on the sideboard from earlier and pursed her lips. “Now, Prince Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, you be a ‘true gentleman’ and fix me a drink, something that will tickle my nose.”

 

[cripple92996]

8iu8iu

Professor edgeways had wondered downstairs., The Goddess was being poured a drink. Did that nobleman have any idea what a honor it was? To prepare something down Her Throat.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Players or Spectators



Looking back up, Josephine noticed Dr. Edgeways and Mr. Erickson at the wide, stepped, entrance to the room.

“Gentlemen,” she called in their direction. “Please, come join us. Malcolm, be a dear and help Professor Edgeways get his chair down those steps.”

 

[cripple92996]

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Thank you sir, and I gently move down to the steps. "I don't mean to interrupt But I am so pleased to be here among you. I am sustained by your example.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Carl looked at the scotch in his hand and turned away, heading back to the small sidebar. No a scotch no matter how good, would just not cut it in this situation. Still no use in letting a perfectly good 12 year old go to waste, he thought as he downed it in a gulp.

Clapping his hands together he examined the bottles and dredged his memories for drinks and then began mixing. She wanted something that would tickle her nose did she, well then so be it.

He found a bottle of good french champagne in the small chiller, some sugar, ice, lemon juice, cognac, and gin. He pored the gin, cognac, lemon juice, sugar and ice into a shaker and shook it until everything was mixed and chilled and then poured it into a champagne flute, then topped it up with the good champagne and a piece of the lemon rind.

After pouring himself another scotch he brought the drink over to Josephine. "Your nose tickler my dear. A French 75. I do hope you enjoy it," he grinned.

 

[Lordmikel]

At Josephine's behest, Malcolm helped the man come down the stairs. He had wondered where the cop went, as he had missed her initial instructions. But he gathered himself a drink and stood close to Josephine and the Prince. "Too right. Games can be fun, they can be sexual, they can be entertaining, and they can be about so many things."

He also knew quite a lot about being a Dom. It wasn't about being in control, it was about others allowing you to be in control.

Seeing as how everyone was drinking, Malcolm got himself a drink as well. "To speak slightly on work Miss Josephine, some of your computer upgrades have happened. Everyone should find their phones no longer work until we install some software. We can discuss additional protocols and items you might want when you are ready. I have quite the list that you will enjoy." He smiles charmingly at her, it was always fun to plan.

He looked back, wondering how the game would continue.

 

[Hard_Rom]

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A newer black Chevy Impala drives up to the Dominion's security gate. When the driver's door opens, Constantine Garov extricates himself from the vehicle. Extricate is a good word for how a seven foot tall, three hundred pound plus individual gets out of a car. Even if the car is chosen due to the fact it fits tall people well. Dressed in a black suit and tie with white shirt and dark sunglasses, Constantine looks every bit the part of a really huge bodyguard.

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He makes sure his tie is straight in the side mirror and then approaches the gate intercom and security camera. His hand, the size of a small dinner plate, reaches out and pushes the call button. Folding his hands in front of him, he stands and looks toward the camera above the gate.

 

[KaseE]

An odd smile appeared on Josephine’s face as she spun Karen away from her and turned within Maurice’s grasp to face him. Her nose almost touched his chin as she looked unflinchingly up into his eyes.

“You overplayed your hand, Counselor,” she told him, her voice still hoarse from her now waning desire. “For a true gentleman, I’d today be servant — maybe even slave — but for someone who speaks in such coarse terms, I’ll simple be hostess.”

She reached behind her back, tugged his hands apart, and stepped away. “Please, continue your game, but I’ve lost interest.”

Karen stood aside and, not knowing what Mr. Turner had whispered in Josephine's ear, tried to figure out what had happened. She waited for him to respond but, whether out of shock, anger, or disinterest, he let Josephine repair to the sideboard to speak with Prince Carl Gustav.

As more guests entered the parlor and various conversations resumed, Karen, still naked, sat at the piano and started playing a slow variation on Chopin's "Minute Waltz."

 

[cripple92996]

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Professor edgeways wondered. Did the Goddess need protection? She knew what was best. He wouldn't dare question her. He hoped she would allow him to inhale her breath

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

Ian's phone chimed. He pulled it from his pocket and said: "Hey Siri. Show front intercom camera."

Almost instantly, an image appeared on the small screen of a neatly knotted black tie on a white shirt, flanked by black lapels. Thinking he needed to adjust the angle on that camera, Ian tried again: "Hey Siri. Show front gate camera."

A black Impala waited near the gate. A man in a black suit in front of it waited nearby. It took Ian a moment to realize he stood in front of the intercom. At first, he seemed closer to the gate. Then, gaining perspective, Ian realized just how tall the man must stand. His thoughts went immediately to the young British agent they had found on the grounds earlier. He wondered if someone had come looking for her.

Ian pressed a symbol on the image.

"Hello," he said plainly. "Might I help you?"

 

[DawnODay]

"That's better," Chrissy whispered once Malcolm had left the room, her body simply melting against Dawn's curves. "I don't know why you waste your time with men, anyway. I know I can give you all the pleasure you need."

"That's true," Dawn admitted with a chuckle. "But I like variety. Never mind that now. You saw how I had Malcolm tied up. How would you like to take his place?"

 

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine is not kept waiting long before a male voice issues from the intercom speaker. He takes in the movement of a camera over-looking the gate and realizes he might be out of the intercom camera's frame. So he takes a step back and stoops down, looking into the intercom's camera lens.

It would not be the first time he has had to make adjustments for other peoples lack of height. He hopes Madame Czartoryski lives in an old mansion. Unless of open concept design, he finds most modern living spaces and doorways almost claustrophobic or plain too short and narrow.

When he had volunteered for the army, he had hopes of being in a tank, like his grand-father during the Great Patriotic War. But the recruiters had just looked at one another and laughed before explaining that even as an eighteen year old there was no way he would be able to fit inside a tanks crew compartment. instead they put him on a heavy machine gun team. He remembers President Putin in 2001 being very impressed as he fired a DShK 12.7 mm machine gun from the hip during a military exercise.

"Zdravstvujte!" Constantine replies in a very thick probably Russian accent, "Yez, my name eez Constantine Barov." " I veesh to speak wid Madam Czartoryski, please."

"I bodyguard and..." he pauses as he searches for the correct expression, "...and personal trainer." "I honoured if Madame Czartoryski vould give me job."

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Enjoyable Things



“Your nose tickler, my dear, a French 75,” Carl explained as he handed her a drink. “I do hope you enjoy it.”

“Well,” Josephine snickered. “It’s ‘French,’ and a ‘tickler.’ And I always do enjoy a good ‘French tickler.’”

Before Carl could reply, Malcolm stepped up. He spoke while fixing his own drink. “To speak slightly on work Miss Josephine, some of your computer upgrades have happened. Everyone should find their phones no longer work until we install some software. We can discuss additional protocols and items you might want when you are ready. I have quite the list that you will enjoy.”

“‘Enjoy’?” Josephine replied with a skeptical lilt. “I doubt that, but it is the price we must pay, I suppose, to ‘enjoy’ this privileged lifestyle.”

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"I am bodyguard and..." the heavily accented voice paused in its already halting explanation, "and personal trainer. I am honored if Madame Czartoryski vould give me job."

Ian smiled, amused at how the huge man stumbled through his English like a toddler still learning to speak. None the less, given the last two days' security breaches, adding some muscle to the manor might make sense.

"Wait there," Ian instructed. "This may take a bit."

Ian shut off his phone and walked to the main house. He entered through the basement recreation room and climbed the circular stairs to the ground floor. There, he heard piano music and voices which he followed into the grand parlor.

Finding the room occupied by various people in a various degrees of dress and undress did not phase him. He had seen far stranger things in this house. Josephine stood near the sideboard between Prince Carl Gustav and Malcolm Erickson. She seemed perfectly comfortable in her nudity.

"Excuse me, Ma'am," he began as he approached. "There is a man at the gate looking for a job. He appears to have some singular qualifications."

 

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine stands up straight and removes his jacket in the hot summer sun. He drapes it over the hood of the car. Reaching inside the car he pulls out a large bottle of water and a thick paperback. Reading an English translation of War and Peace helps with his spoken English. Or so he hopes it will. Very difficult he finds with all the unnecessary words like 'a' and 'the'. Not to mention the unpronounceable 'w's and 'th' sounds. His lips move as he reads slowly.

The military and body guarding involve long periods of standing and waiting or watching. Constantine is quite willing to wait as long as is necessary. He hopes he does not to miss a meal though.

 

[Lordmikel]

“‘Enjoy’?” Josephine replied with a skeptical lilt. “I doubt that, but it is the price we must pay, I suppose, to ‘enjoy’ this privileged lifestyle.”



Malcolm chuckled as Josephine's skepticism. "Ah security as you want it will be quite fun and you shan't notice it." He admires her and the room, "And as for your life style, I do very much approve."

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Formalities



“‘Enjoy’?” Josephine replied to Malcolm’s suggestion about his prepared list of security items and protocols. “I doubt that, but it is the price we must pay, I suppose, to ‘enjoy’ this privileged lifestyle.”

Malcolm chuckled in response. “Ah. Security as you want it will be quite fun and you shan’t notice it. And, as for your lifestyle, I do very much approve.”

Just then Ian entered the room and stepped directly up to Josephine. If her nudity in any way affected him, he hid it entirely.

“Excuse me, Ma`am,” he began before he had even reached her. Then he stopped in front of her, standing like a soldier at parade rest. “There is a man at the gate looking for a job. He appears to have some singular qualifications.”

“My God!” Josephine snickered. “Have we become the local employment agency? Still, if you think he has something we could use, Ian, I’ll talk with him. Go fetch him please.”

She moved to where her sheer black robe with its black fur trim lay on the floor and picked it up.

“Malcolm; Gussie,” she addressed Mr. Erickson and the Prince respectively as she stepped into her black fur trimmed, high heeled slippers. “Please sit in on this meeting as well, if you don’t mind.”

Without another word, she headed for her office, pulling on her robe as she walked.

 

[Rose4Emily]

“This is what I was talking about!” Alysa hissed toward Michele after Prince Carl Gustav walked right in on them dressing to invite them downstairs to play some game. Alysa then glared back at the Prince. “What is this parlor game deal?”

When he seemed hesitant to answer, Alysa turned her questioning eyes to Michele, who just shrugged.

“I will leave you two to get ready,” Carl interjected. “But I would not keep Josephine waiting too long. I did get the feeling this was not a request and you know what that means, my dear Pusscake.”

Michele visibly winced. She did not like anyone but Josephine to use that nickname for her. She waited until Carl left, then moved over to take Alysa in her arms. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. In fact, let’s finish getting dressed. Then I can show you a way we can check out this game before committing ourselves to get involved.”

She kissed Alysa quickly, then moved away to finish dressing.

 

[AmberStar]

I turn from the door when Michele walks up to me and pulls me into her arms. I look into Michele’s eyes with a smile upon my face as I put my hands upon her hips. I search her eyes when she begins to tell me not to worry for everything will be okay. I nod slightly to her for she hasn’t lied to me yet and has shown me her caring nature in which allows me to believe her words without questioning them.

When she speaks of a way to check out this game before we even enter the room, I shake my head with a smile. “And here I thought the cloak and dagger game that I have played all my life was over!” I slowly push my thumbs over the soft skin of her sides. “But it does spark a little curiosity and intrigue into the frail.”

I moan and lean forward when her lips came to mine in a quick kiss. “Damn!” I sigh as she walks away and continues to get dressed. My eyes watch the way her body moves to the motions of her getting dressed. “Your a tease!” I hiss as I follow her example and finished putting on the uniform.

“Well what do you think!” I slowly turn giving her a view of every angle.

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"If you think he has something we could use, Ian," Josephine said of the job-seeker at the gate. "I’ll talk with him. Go fetch him please.

Ian bowed slightly and headed toward the front door. He decided, given that he knew nothing of the man, to meet him at the road. He walked down the winding, wooded drive. As he approached the entrance, he pulled out his phone. "Hey Siri. Open front gate."

Beyond he saw the huge man standing beside his car, reading a book. Next to him, the Impala looked more like the Chevy Sonic. He looked up as the gate swung away.

Ian stepped through extending his right hand and introduced himself. "Ian Barre. Royal Marines. Retired."

 

[Hard_Rom]

As the gates begin to swing open, Constantine tosses the book and water bottle inside the Impala and dons his jacket. An older balding man approaches and extends his hand and introduces himself, 'Ian Barre, Royal Marines'. Ah, this must be Madama Czartoryski's head of security, Constantine thinks. The man has the look of an officer or high ranked NCO, so Constantine puts his heels together and takes the Barre's hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze and shake.

"Eet eez pleasure to meet you," he replies, "I Constantine Barov." "I vas corporal Forty Two Guards Motorizovannyy Eenfantry Deeveesion."

"You ver Eengleesh Spetsnaz. Hao do you say een Eengleesh... commando, yes?"

It was during selection and training to join the 10th Independent Spetsnaz Brigade that Constantine incurred his knee injury. He is too large and heavy to be jumping out of airplanes.

"You head of secureety for Madame Czartoryski?"

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"You are head of secureety for Madame Czartoryski?" Constantine asked.

"No," Ian chuckled. "I'm just her groundskeeper."

Then Ian made a decision, relying on the same gut instinct that had kept him alive and relatively uninjured over the years in such places as Iraq, Ulster, and Afghanistan. Some undefinable quality in the Russian assured Ian that he faced a man of honor. He could trust him.

"You can drive up to the house now, Corporal," Ian permitted. "Do you mind if I hitch a ride?"

 

[cripple92996]

hyu

Who would care for the empresses needs? Professor edgeways waited wondering just what might happen next. It was a million adventures around Her house.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Just then Ian entered the room and stepped directly up to Josephine.“Excuse me, Ma`am,” he began before he had even reached her. Then he stopped in front of her, standing like a soldier at parade rest. “There is a man at the gate looking for a job. He appears to have some singular qualifications.”

“My God!” Josephine snickered. “Have we become the local employment agency? Still, if you think he has something we could use, Ian, I’ll talk with him. Go fetch him please.”

She moved to where her sheer black robe with its black fur trim lay on the floor and picked it up.

“Malcolm; Gussie,” she addressed Mr. Erickson and the Prince respectively as she stepped into her black fur trimmed, high heeled slippers. “Please sit in on this meeting as well, if you don’t mind.”

Without another word, she headed for her office, pulling on her robe as she walked.

Carl followed behind her without a word, carrying his glass of scotch with him. Just where were all these people coming from? He had come here for a quiet, well relatively quiet week with his fiancee to be and now look at the place.

Still if Josephine needed him he would walk through hell for her. That was just the sort of person she was. As he entered her office he took up a position in the relative shadows behind her desk from where he could intercept anyone trying to get to her from the right hand side. Now he just had to wait for the man in question.