Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"What should I do if she insists that I play that stupid game?" Alysa asks about Prince Carl Gustav's proposed modified Beer Pong.

"Let me handle that," Michele assures her as she takes her hand and urges her toward the veranda door. "But I think the game looks awfully fun."
 
I look to the door upon Michele's hand urging me in that direction. I stand for a moment looking at her upon her word that she would handle it. I trust this statement coming from her, but still that small lingering worry hounds me for Josephine seems very powerful in the first impression that she puts off, but I only nod to her words before turning toward the door.

"You would!" I respond playfully toned to her saying that the game looked fun. "Well I'm sorry but I just can't see myself letting someone like ... I can't even remember his name, but the man whom gave me this stupid nicky name of fruitloops touch me!" I hiss almost sick to my stomach of the thought.

"So, I take it that your playing in this game?" I ask hoping that my jealousy isn't interpreted by her.
 
"So, I take it that you're playing in this game?" Alysa asks with an edge in her voice.

"Probably not," Michele admits. "That would make it harder to protect you. Now grab that case and let's get it to Josephine while she's in a compliant mood."
 
A sense of relief flows over me hearing that she didn't think she would be joining in the game. I feel somewhat perplexed by my feelings for this woman happening so soon, but I know feelings when they arise and being around her arises them.

"Well, if you do I ... " Not finishing the statement due to not wanting to even think about what I would do or even give her an ultimatum if she did. I just allowed the feeling of warmth flow over me upon her words of protecting me. Something I haven't heard in a long time until I came here and met her.

"Okay." I smile, looking over my shoulder at her. Her charming look brings a smile to me. "God, your beautiful." I whisper over to her while walking down the way she brought us here.
 
"God, you're beautiful," Alysa whispers to Michele as they near the poolside patio.

"Thank you, Darling," Michele replies. She wants to take her new lover's hand, but she worries, first, that it will unbalance Alysa as she pulls the suitcase awkwardly across the grass, and second, that it will make her own coming ploy too obvious to Josephine. So she simply responds: "You're too lovely for words, yourself. Now be ready to follow my lead once I start talking."

The suitcase full of sex toys and bondage gear makes a loud thump as Alysa pulls it across the concrete edge of the patio.
 
'Damn!' I mutter to myself as I pull the heavy suitcase across the grass. 'Why so many damn toys needed when everyone lived a fancy free lifestyle here? I thought toys were for the unlucky ones that didn't get it weeks at a time, not for people whom seem to get it more in a day then most do in a week!' I hiss to myself, slipping backward as the suitcase gets caught up for a second.

"Your too kind." I manage to gruff out to her on her compliment to me. I think about the possible ways that Michele was going to go with her getting us out of the game situation. "Got your six!" I reply to her informing me to be ready to follow her lead when she begins to talk to Josephine.

I pull up just behind Michele as we come within communication range with Josephine. A wash of relief comes over me not just because I can stop pulling this thing, but the clicking of the wheels on the patio was driving me crazy as well.
 
Michele made sure the noise from the suitcase full of sex toys and bondage gear clicking across the concrete patio had caught Josephine's attention. She wanted their owner to know which of her maids, in this case Alysa, had complied with her earlier instructions. When Josephine looked at them, Michele spoke.

"Here's the case you wanted, Boo`ful. I was thinking that this game will take a while, and it seems Chef is occupied." She inclined her head toward the far end of the pool where the chef, Chrissy, knelt before the chauffeur, Dawn, both of them naked and Chrissy's mouth at Dawn's pubes, "Why don't Aly...."

Josephine had forbade them from using the new slave's real name, but Michele did not want to use her degrading nickname, either. She put her hand casually on Alysa's shoulder. "Why don't we run up to the kitchen and prepare a smorgasbord?"
 
My gaze moves from Michele to Josephine when Michele addresses the lady of the house. I fear the worse but pray that words of our participation in this game doesn't come about. I'm not sure how I will react if they do come. I know Michele meant every word she said about protecting me and I know that she would do everything she could but sometimes things just isn't in our control, and if it happens I will not hold this against Michele as I did earlier, I just can't and won't.

I lick over my drying lips in anticipation of what was to come. I feel the warm spreading over me when Michele begins to inform Josephine about the game being a long one and that lunch would soon be upon them. She was doing her best to get us out of the game, which just made our relationship much stronger than what it has already grown too.

I fight the smile that wants to form when she was about to use my name, instead of the given name to me. But even she had to follow that order so she cleverly rephrased the words to we. I look at her with the admiration that she so deserves.

I intently step closer to her, wanting to feel her soft skin next to mine, but with the watchful eyes of Josephine I make the touch quickly before slightly shifting my weight away from her separating our touch.
 
"I do hope that we have a very interesting moment together again." William suggests, "either by this game, or maybe later this evening when the moon is full and we can have a midnight swim.”"

"That sounds delightful," Mary agrees truthfully without committing to actually joining him in such a frolic. She gets up and retrieves one of the red cups Michele had set on the ping-pong table when she left on some errand for Josephine. Picking up a marker, Mary writes on the bottom of the cup, then holds it up for the others to see.

"'Fellatio 4 a friend,'" she quotes her note, then smiles deviously. "I wonder if we really need to divide the boy cups from the girl cups."
 
Challenges



Mary got up and retrieved one of the opaque red cups Michele had set on the ping-pong table when she left to fetch the case Josephine requested. Picking up a Sharpie marker, Mary wrote on the bottom of the cup, then held it up for the others to see.

“‘Fellatio 4 a friend,”’ she quoted her own note, then smiled deviously. “I wonder if we really need to divide the boy cups from the girl cups.”

Before anyone could reply, the thump and clacks of casters rolling onto the pool side patio drew their attention. Josephine turned to see the woman they’d named “Fruit Loops” pulling a medium sized black suitcase. Josephine recognized it as the one from the master suite containing a variety of sex toys and bondage items.

“Here’s the case you wanted, Boo`ful,” Michelle, dressed in a black maid’s outfit similar to Fruit Loops’, announced. “I was thinking that this game will take a while, and it seems Chef is occupied.”

She inclined her head toward the far end of the pool where the chef, Chrissy, knelt before the chauffeur, Dawn, both of them naked and Chrissy’s mouth at Dawn’s pubes.

“Why don’t Aly...,” Michele paused, evidently catching herself almost using Fruit Loops’ real name, which Josephine had forbidden. “Why don’t we run up to the kitchen and prepare a smorgasbord?”

“That might do,” Josephine replied noncommittally. She immediately recognized and understood Michele’s intent. She wanted to shield Fruit Loops from the inevitable lascivious decadence of the planned event. She considered the two young women standing before her. Josephine knew Michele loyally had her best interest at heart. Josephine had pushed Fruit Loops too far too fast already. On the other hand, she could not stay sheltered forever and provide the sort of service Josephine ultimately expected of her. Then it occurred to Josephine that she had given the newcomer so little regard, she had almost missed the best solution to this dilemma.

“What do you think, Fruit Loops?” Josephine asked her new slave. “My sweet little Pusscake is trying to keep you away from all the fun we have planned. She must think you’re neither tough enough nor woman enough to handle it. Is she right, or do you want to join in?”



 
“What do I think! You don’t really want to know this.” I hiss at first but then decide this is where I get my life back. To stand up to the woman whom has tried to force me into her lifestyle, one whom had raped me. “No, I will tell you what I think!” I step past Michele to solely face the lady of the house.

I take a few moments to gather myself. “First. Yes, Michele is protecting me for I was too weak to face you out of fear of going to prison, however that has now pasted. Am I not tough enough or woman enough to play this stupid game… No, I can handle this game without a second thought, however Am I a whorish slut enough to play this game No, I am not. See my body is a shrine and my wealth. I don’t want to give my wealth up to any bumming beggar whom comes around pawing for what I have. I decide whom to give it too and when to give it to them not you…” I shallow hard. “See I respect both lifestyles here as does Michele, you on the other hand do not. You tried to force me into your lifestyle by intimidation, threatening, degradation, then even ultimately by raping me and now trying to wedge Michele into this equation.” I shake my head lightly, “Before this day I have never been with a woman, but I was forced by one and then the other, Michele here, seduced me into the act, which I solemnly enjoyed and now wouldn’t give anything in the world to have that moment taken away. Why, because she didn’t force me into it, it was my choice, that’s all I ask is give me the right to chose which lifestyle I wish to live.”

I straighten up, take a deep breath. “So, my statement to you is this. Are you tough enough? Are you woman enough to allow someone to chose the way of life they want to live? Or not? … and by the way… My name is Alysa Winters, I am a member of the Majesties Secret Service and I am here on assignment to give protection to the Prince. Now that the Prince has denounced the offer of protection from the Majesty and put me on furlough. I ask the Lady of the Estate if I may stay here as a guest.” I lower my eyes so that I may look Josephine directly into her eyes and await her decision.
 

Ian had the ping-pong table set and perfectly balanced just as Alysa started her tirade. While she ranted, he poured himself a Screwdriver and stepped back to listen. Although no one looked his way, when Alysa finished, he raised his glass slightly toward her and whispered to himself: "Well said... Cheers!"

 
Malcolm admired the box that was brought out. He knew what that one did and that one, but not that one, or at least not in that configuration. He decided there were more than enough cups for people to write more than one thing. "Be spanked." Whoever got that can make it simple or make it painful.

As Fruit Loops did her little tirade, the rape information was new as was the maid seducing her. She almost makes it sound lewd and undesired. She then lies again about why she is here. Why tell the truth when repeating the same lie is always more useful. Perhaps if she says it enough times and she might even believe it too.

As he waited for Josephine's response, he picked up one more cup and wrote "Fuck" on it.
 
Carl winced as he heard Alysa's tirade. Most of what she had said was true and he hardly blamed her for her feelings, however she had placed herself in this position as well and if he recalled she had agreed to become a member of this households staff of her own free will. Going back on it all now was pretty much sour grapes.

Still he did not like hearing that Josephine had forced herself upon the woman. That was totally out of character with her and he could not help but frown upon his friend. Alysa did have every reason to feel violated there. Still she had been told what was to be expected of her as a member of staff and that was one of the things.

He wondered if he should point out that he had rejected her majesties protection back in England and as such Alysa should not have been here in the first place, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. Instead he picked up another cup and wrote, "Handcuffs".

That ought to make the game interesting trying to play in them he chuckled.
 
"May I massage sunscreen onto your front side now?" Chrissy asked from where she knelt with Dawn's intimate juices shimmering on her lips and chin.

"It's not that you 'may,'" Dawn sighed with one last shiver of her subtle orgasm. She smiled down at the smaller woman. "It's that you must."

Oblivious to the drama at the other end of the pool, Chrissy picked up the sunscreen and stood facing Dawn. She squirted a liberal amount onto her left palm, set down the bottle, then spread about half of it to her right hand. Starting at Dawn's shoulders, she could not resist moving directly to her bosom. She went no further but continued rubbing the lotion into Dawn's breasts, enjoying the feel of the pert flesh and hard nipples beneath her fingers.
 
In Her Proper Place



“I ask the lady of the estate if I may stay here as a guest,” Alysa concluded her diatribe with this surprising request, taking Josephine aback.

She recovered quickly and smiled coldly at the young woman who just hours earlier had trespassed upon her property to spy on her and her companions.

“A ‘guest’?” Josephine chuckled. “Yes, I’ll receive you as a ‘guest,’ recognizing of course that a ‘guest’ would have interest in socializing by joining in this game we’re about to play. On the other hand, if she chose to not play the game and instead went to prepare food, I guess that means she’d still be just a servant.”


 
Dawn purred as Chrissy's hands spread lotion around her breasts, her fingers caressing her stiff nipples. She let this continue a moment, relishing the sensations. The hot late morning sun eventually roused her from this reverie.

""I think you have them covered, Chris," Dawn sighed. "There's plenty more of me that needs sunscreen."
 
"I think you have them covered, Chris," Dawn sighed as Chrissy continued sensually spreading the lotion on Dawn's breasts. "There's plenty more of me that needs sunscreen."

"If you insist," Chrissy giggled. Caressing Dawn's firm breasts like that, feeling the stiff nipples under her palms, had only heightened Chrissy's already overcharged lust. All the same, she dutifully spread more of the white cream onto her small hands and, starting at the shoulders, spread it down the length of Dawn's arms, hands, and fingers, right then left. She next covered Dawn's torso below her breasts, making sure not to tickle.

Dawn knelt again before Dawn. She licked her lips looking at Dawn's pubes, but turned to the task at hand. Starting with Dawn's insoles, she worked up across the top of her feet and front of her legs, trying to stroke them as seductively as she knew how. Soon, the only small area of Dawn not protected from the sun centered directly on her clean shaven womanhood. Chrissy kissed it softly, then started to rub it with sunscreen.
 
gfg

Professor edgeways hopped out staggered to his chair and wrote gargle on a ball.
This would be great. They were all together
 
Dawn's entire nude body now glistened. A sheen of perspiration atop waterproof sunscreen made her practically glow in the morning sun. The flush brought on by Chrissy's caresses added to her radiance.

This natural rouge intensified as Chrissy began to spread the lotion around Dawn's bald womanhood. Dawn's head fell back and she moaned as Chrissy rubbed her pubes and stroked her labia. The heat from her loins combined with the warmth of the sunshine until it felt that a benevolent flame consumed her entire being.
 
“A ‘guest’?” Josephine chuckled in response to Fruit Loops’ demand. “Yes, I’ll receive you as a ‘guest,’ recognizing of course that a ‘guest’ would have interest in socializing by joining in this game we’re about to play. On the other hand, if she chose to not play the game and instead went to prepare food, I guess that means she’d still be just a servant.”

Karen watched almost in awe of the way in which Josephine had backed the intruder into a corner such that, regardless of her choice, she would have to adopt the mores and attitudes of this household. Karen wondered if she would ever learn to handle people as adeptly as Josephine did. Looking around at the toned muscles of the handsome men and slender curves of the lovely women in and around the pool, Karen hoped she would soon.
 
Malcolm caught Karen's eyes as she was looking around at all of the people and winked at her.
 
I take a deep inhale of air over my lips and hold it inside of me for a few seconds before allowing it to flow back over my lips along with the attempt to release the tension that was burning deep within me. I don't think it really worked even though I gave it my best shot for my eyes narrowed at her with even more intensity.

She was still having that power trip of manipulation as she tried to push me into a no win corner, however, she didn't mention the third option of me just leaving this place. I know I couldn't leave for I already tried and came back, damned to hell! I shot a glance over to Michele. I know that if I chose a servant, it will be me doing as she asked when she asked so that will get me no where.

I pulled my gaze from Michele back to Josephine. "Fine, I will play your game!" I grab a cup and write on the bottom... You will ass fuck the male to your right... I show all of them what I wrote and place it with the others. "There that is my introducing cup!" I move back to where Michele stands.
 
Passing Marks



Josephine laughed upon reading what Alysa had written on the cup: You will ass fuck the male to your right.

“That’s the spirit, Miss Winters!” Josephine chuckled, no longer calling Alysa by a degrading nickname. Then she picked up a fresh cup and marker and held it up. “Who’s next?”


 
Malcolm caught Karen's eyes as she was looking around at all of the people and winked at her.

Josephine laughed upon reading what Alysa had written on the cup: You will ass fuck the male to your right.

“That’s the spirit, Miss Winters!” Josephine chuckled, no longer calling Alysa by a degrading nickname. Then she picked up a fresh cup and marker and held it up. “Who’s next?”

Karen returned Malcom's wink as she stepped up, took the cup and marker from Josephine, and wrote: WANK WHILE WE WATCH.
 
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