Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"Who are two naked devushkas?" Constantine asks Malcolm quietly, "Are dey guests or employees?" "Are dey property of Madame Czartoryski?"

"Vould I be eencorrect to ask eef Madame ees rozovuy... does she like girls?"


"The girl on her knees is the cook." Malcolm pauses for a second, "You know I thought she was a mute initially, came into the room, ate and then left. Never said a word the entire time. It was quite surreal. And the holder of the leash is the chauffeur."

As for the second question, Malcolm recalled the sounds he heard coming from the office. It was quite the sound effects, "I would say that is very much a yes."

It would appear Josephine said no to marriage. Malcolm wondered if there would be more fireworks, but it seems the prince asks the question on a regular basis. "If you become employed here, I'm sure Josephine will find you suitable attire as well. Toga perhaps? Dress you like a spartan?" Malcolm smiles at his own jest.
 
I bring my gaze upward from the floor upon the words spoken by Karen, noticing the separation that has formed upon her advancing steps toward me. I can feel the slight burn of my own sense of modesty rise up within me while my eyes take a hasten travel upward from her exposed body to her eyes. As with Michele, Karen’s sense of modesty was slightly lower for I would be a beet red if I had a wardrobe malfunction occur in front of a stranger.

My analysis of Karen seemed to be supported by the following statement of becoming more relaxed and take enjoyment in the multiple opportunities of relieving my heavy sense of burdens. It occurs to me that most of the guests here are in this state of foot and fancy free attitude and I’m the one that is caught up in bitchy state of mind. Something that Michele was ever so softly trying to tell me, but then refrained from doing so and decided to try and show me how to be more fancy free and accept my situation.

“I guess I have been somewhat noncommital since I’ve been here.” I admit freely to her. “I just find it somewhat difficult to...” I find my gaze moving down from her eyes. “Let go of myself, I have always felt that I need that sense of tension to stay alert and be prepared to react to a giving situation.” I bit my lower lip wondering if I’m making any sense to the woman.

After a few moments of fighting myself I manage to pull my gaze back up to the woman’s eyes. “However, I shall make an attempt to relax and become a little less reserved.”
 
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"I shall make an attempt to relax and become a little less reserved," Alysa suggests, still without much enthusiasm.

"Given how long you two stayed alone together," Karen smiles knowingly in reply. "I'd have though Michele had already taught you to do that. Perhaps I can help."

She curls the side of her right index finger under Alysa's chin and lifts it gently, bringing Alysa's lips level with her own as she steps forward and tilts her head to offer a kiss.
 
The scent of Karen fills my nostrils as she moves across the distance between us and comes to a stop before me. I inhale deeply when Karen’s soft finger moves up makes contact with the soft under skin my chin. The slight upward pressure of her finger brings my head up from it’s slumbered state. Our orbs level, our gaze lock, my mind drifts to the image of Michele as she spoke of the young woman. Her words takes my mind to the bedroom event that occurred upstairs between Michele and I.

I shift my weight from one foot to the other upon feeling the slight shaming burn upon my cheeks. I didn’t think of the others putting the proverbial two plus two equals four upon the time that Michele and I was absent. Was it just a guess of what we did? or was there unspoken cameras in the bedrooms? I wouldn’t put it past the latter for the type of atmosphere that floats about this manor.

I swallow hard when Karen’s breath flows across my skin as her lips move closer to mine. My mind pulls backward in an instant with thoughts of Michele. I can not allow this! My mind bellows out in opposition to this event, but however, would this be the getting accustomed to my situation that Michele was talking about? Should I allow this even though my feelings are toward Michele? Would this be considered betraying her? Even if the words of our relationship has not been spoken between us. I just don’t know!

I can feel the pressure of my words that I given to Michele about trying to fit in and the feelings of uncertainty sweeping across my chest. My chest rises and falls with this tension while my breath flows heavily over my parting lips. I can feel my body trembling with the tension, the uncertainty, the need to keep my word to Michele. My mind screams to pull back away from this woman, however.

I lean forward pressing my lips to hers with a soft moan.
 
"I believe I speak for all the male guests that they would prefer you to join them in their state of attire," William urges, nodding his head toward the back window of the parlor. Through it, they can see down the lawn (across which the beautiful chauffeur leads the naked lesbian chef by a leash) to the swimming pool, already occupied by several people in the nude.

"Hmmm," Mary responds. "No need for a detour."

She quickly disrobes down to her bra and panties, leaving her carefully folded sheriff deputy's uniform, together with all accouterments (except for her gun, left hidden in the master bedroom), stacked on the piano bench. She then removes her bra, letting her large, round, firm breasts to bob naturally.

"Now," she winks at William. "Shall we join them?"
 
The smile upon William’s face widened with each succulent movement that Mary did to release the buttons that held her beauty inside that most uncomfortable uniform shirt. He didn’t blame her for shedding the uniform quickly for her sake but for his, he could have watched this sensual moment for hours. It wasn’t every day that William got to watch a gorgeous woman undress before him. “Damn!’ he hissed upon looking upon her undergarment clad body. “You look scrumptious.” William offered along with his arched eyebrow.

William’s eyes ventured up and down the gorgeous woman upon her disposing of the undergarments. “Damn, Do we have to go down there now!” William moaned from the ache his cock was while he looked upon her nakedness. His eyes darting over to the piano, wondering if it could hold both of them on top of it. He pulled his eyes to hers when she informed him that she was now ready to join the gathering. He slightly nodded his approval, but did hint with a small pout as he extended his arm out to once more.

“May I have the honor in escorting the young, beautiful lady to the pool?” William asked with his deep voice.

He escorted the young lady through the glass door that exited into the lawn, where he proceed to escort her to the poolside. His leading arm took her to the wonderful looking Michele. “Would you like some refreshment?” William asked looking upon Mary with that same hunger that she seen early this morning.
 
"Ancient Greeks and Spartans eexercise naked," is Constantine's laughing reply to Malcolm's joke, "I theenk I veell find myself naked much of time.." "I be like statue of god."

"Hercules een Madame Czarytorski's garden, da?"

"Eet vould not be vorse job in vorld," smiling, he continues, "Dees ees hao decadent reech live all over vorld, I teenk." "Een fact, eet ees very much like being in Russian oligarch house."

"Pretty servant girls and ex-meeleetary employees."

He notes the arrival at the pool of another naked couple, a man and a women this time.

"Eev you told me he was police dat vork for Madame Czartoryski," he says indicating the new male arrival, "I vould teenk I vas steel een Russia."
 
Promising Development



“Let us discuss these chains you speak of,” Carl suggests. “They do sound rather promising.”

“Well, I still promise you are one of the few people I have ever let chain me up,” Josephine reminds him. “So I think you’ll be glad to know I’ve completed furnishing the playroom under the stairs.”


 
Karen had wondered how Alysa would respond to her proffered kiss. That she accepted it not only brought the sensual delight of kissing a beautiful older woman, but also the added confidence that the captured spy would come to accept the habits of this household and therefor live up to the commitments she had made to Josephine. Karen smiled inwardly with the realization that only one day after becoming Josephine's heir, her first thoughts went to the good of the manor.

With that responsibility satisfied, she decided to focus entirely on the delightful aspects of this experience. Echoing Alysa's moan, Karen slipped her tongue into Alysa's mouth and moved her left hand to the woman's firm right breast.
 
A wave of warmth flowed from my lips to the rest of my body. Her lips were moist, soft and seemingly confident as she pressed into mine. I thought of Michele and hoped that this was one of the areas she was wanted me to get comfortable with, but I’m not sure. When coming to the different levels of companionship I’m completely out of my expertise. I’m just so confused for this time last week I would not dream of being with a woman, but here it’s been only a few hours since I was put into this situation and now I’m working on being with the third. ‘What the bloody hell is up with me?’ I try to sort out my feelings about all of this until I feel the woman’s soft morsel sliding over my parted lips.

I take a deep inhale, bring in the scent of the woman that was now within me, the moment turns erotic as I feel the woman’s tongue pressing and probing the flesh of my inner mouth. I feel the warming wave surging throughout me as I find myself exploring her tongue with mine in a heated moment of my own. The fear or uncertainty was fading with each swirl of my tongue around and over hers. I was feeling the ache of wanting to taste and explore her mouth as well. Determined, I slid my tongue forward, sliding over her soft lips til I was inside and was heatedly exploring her wonderful flavored mouth.

Heatedly. I move my hands up, my right hand slides up to the back of her head, while my left lays gently upon her chin and my fingers cup the line of her jawbone I guide her head in out extended kiss, our tongues dance to the heated thumping tempo of her hearts. I moan into our kiss, taking a deep breath to bring her flavor back into my mouth where I swallow the sweetness with a growing hunger between my legs.

I tense up when I feel Karen’s hand move up to my right breast. I can feel the penetrating heat through the thin fabric of my uniform, my nipple responses and grows hard with a burning ache. A moan escapes over my lips once more as I press my body into her hand, wanting to feel more, wanting to feel the explosive heat as I did with Michele. I just wanted this uneasy feelings to fade away.

I break out kiss just long enough to whisper to her. “Take me.” before pressing my lips back to hers.
 
"Would you like some refreshment?" William asked as they stepped up to where Michele stood in a classic French maid uniform, supervising two trays of bottles, pitchers, and glasses. Mary saw William scope out the young woman, then turn back to her. She recognized the hunger in his eyes as that she seen early this morning during their adventure in this same swimming pool. It brought a hot tingle to Mary's loins and she wondered if they would notice the hardening of the nipples on her bare breasts.

"Something without alcohol, please," she replied. "I want to stay alert all day and enjoy every moment. I go back on duty tomorrow."
 
Nude herself, Dawn led with a long black leather leash the naked and collared Chrissy down the lawn. Residents and guests of the manor stood or paddled around or in the swimming pool. Dawn wordlessly waved in greeting to them as she and Chrissy crossed the patio surrounding the pool. They went to a chaise lounger near the deep end of the pool, away from the rest. As Dawn sat upon it, she said to the petite chef: "Go to the pool house and fetch a 15 SPF sunscreen. If anyone except Mistress Josephine makes any request of you, apologize and tell them your my slave this morning. Now scoot!"
 
"Eev you told me he was police dat vork for Madame Czartoryski," he says indicating the new male arrival, "I vould teenk I vas steel een Russia."

"You are on Western lands now, she is the one who is the police officer." Says Malcolm indicating the female. He admires the lovely breasts on Mary for the moment, but then turns again to the moment at hand. "Possibly this is a lot like Russia from your experience. We will have to note the differences as the day continues."
 
William nodded with a smile across his face as he moved away from Mary and approached Michele. His eyes moved over to Josephine for a moment before pulling his gaze back to the lovely young lady before him. He preferred to she her the way he did when he first got here, but no matter she was gorgeous either way.

“Hello, again.” William offered as he reached down and grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and lemonade. “You look astonishing.” William politely informed her before turning away with the cold drink in hand.

His stroll back to where Mary was uneventful except for the once again look at Josephine where he offered her a nodded hello.

Upon coming up to Mary he handed her the cold drink. “I hope this is okay. It might have an appealing pucker effect.” William was hinting around the desire to kiss her.
 
“Take me!” Alysa moans before pressing her lips back to Karen's. Karen responds by squeezing her right breast while rubbing its nipple through the black cotton of the maid's uniform. Karen slides her right hand down Alysa's back, over her hip and under her skirt. Knowing that Michele had certainly picked the wardrobe, Alysa's lack of panties does not surprise Karen. Rather, she takes advantage of the situation to start stroking the central crease of Alysa's womanhood.

 
"I hope this is okay," Willian said as he offered Mary a glass of lemonade. "It might have an appealing pucker effect."

Mary accepts it with a smile and takes a sip.

"Hey!" she laughs. "There's vodka in this. Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?"
 
William’s face turned slightly red with embarrassment for he didn’t even think about the lemonade being spiked and failed to test it before giving it to Mary. His head slightly shaking, “My apologies… I … “ He wasn’t going to give an excuse he made a mistake but she seemed to turn the mistake into a moment of humor. “I did not intend that, but now that you bring that fact up, would you look ill upon me if I had?” William smiled.

“Now, that I have put my foot in my mouth and have made a fool out of myself. May I make a second attempt to get you a non-alcoholic drink? “ William’s face was still holding the small tint of embarrassment. He allowed his eyes to falter from her face down to the naked form of her body. “However, I would hate to step away from such a beauty once more.”
 
I slightly pull my lips away to get a good supply of air, breathing through my nose just wasn’t helping me swallow the lump of wanting that was lodged in my throat. “Oh God!” My lips lightly brushing hers. The pulsating wave that was coming from my teased nipple rippled through my body. All my life my nipples were my weakness, back when I was a gymnastic team member the thin fabric of my suit would slide across my nipple giving me what the boys called ‘Pokies!’ But now, at my age, I get the wet panty syndrome as well.

A moan makes it’s way over my lips when the elegant slim fingers of Karen begins to caress the ampleness of my breast. I instinctively let go of her chin and slide my hand down her neck, over her slope, and cup the weight of her left firm breast. Rotating my palm over her nipple as I give her a taste of her own teasing. My fingers taking moments to caress her naked flesh.

I feel Karen’s other soft hand move down my back, sending several tingling sensations to mix with the pulsating waves from my breast, together they travel to the pit of my stomach. I can feel the heated moisture glazing my protective folds, but Karen’s hand continues it’s travel over my hips and down to my inner thigh.

“Oh Fuck!” I gasp when a single, long, finger of Karen’s hand finds my central valley and slides into my folds, teasing my quickly swelling clit. I can feel my hips lurching upwards to fall into sync with her stroking finger. “OH GOD!” My body jerks and trembles to the assaulting waves of pleasure. “I shouldn’t...” I can’t finish my words as I lower my head into the space between her jawbone and shoulder, burying my lips to her flesh, kissing it passionately.
 
"I shouldn’t..." Alysa moans as she lowers her head into the space between Karen's jawbone and shoulder, pressing her lips to her flesh, kissing it passionately.

"You shouldn't, in this household, avoid love and the pleasure it can bring," Karen whispers as she gently strokes Alysa's hair with her left hand while softly stroking her clitoris with the index finger of her right.
 

Ian, quietly listening in on their conversation up to now, smiles at Malcolm and Constantine over the rim of his glass.

"I wouldn't let Josephine hear you discover too many similarities between this manor and Russia," Ian advises. "She's Polish, remember."


 


“Let us discuss these chains you speak of,” Carl suggests. “They do sound rather promising.”

“Well, I still promise you are one of the few people I have ever let chain me up,” Josephine reminds him. “So I think you’ll be glad to know I’ve completed furnishing the playroom under the stairs.”



Carl smiles. "Well then Perhaps later we will have to go and try out your new room. I am sure we will be able to find so many interesting things to do down there...Even if it is just the two of us," he smiles at her.

"Then again it might be fun to invite a few people to join us as well," he grins cheekily.
 
"May I make a second attempt to get you a non-alcoholic drink?" William’s face retained a bit of blush and he could not keep his eyes from glancing down her naked body. 'However, I would hate to step away from such a beauty once more."

"The hell with it!" Mary laughed as she took a big swig of her potent vodka and lemonade. "The decision I need to make is probably better faced with at least a bit of a buzz on!"
 
Tour Director



“Then again it might be fun to invite a few people to join us as well,” Carl grins in regard to inspecting the manor’s newly furnished
playroom under the stairs.

“Perhaps I should invite all the guests and staff for a tour after lunch,” Josephine suggested. “It would be fun to see how some of them react.”


 
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