Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine puts his shirt back on heads towards the house. Syrniki should be easy enough, he thinks. Madame Josephine would not request them is the ingredients were not available in her kitchen pantry. The decadent sex game should last long enough to chill the batter. He might be able to get in some sort of workout while the batter chills. Perhaps Ian, as the groundskeeper, will be able to direct him towards large, heavy objects that he can lift. Small tractors or landscaping rocks would suffice.

He hopes that being English, Ian has a kettle on for tea. A mug of tea and half a loaf of bread would be a nice snack to carbo load up on.

With his habitual head ducking through doorways, Constantine enters through the rear foyer and enters the corner area of the mansion devoted to the kitchen and family room.

"Zdravstvujte, droog Ian," he says to the English groundskeeper, "Vould you have kettle on for tea?" "I have come to raid refreegerator and make syrniki."

"Syrniki ees... cheese pancakes. Madame Czartoryski has asked for dem."

 

[CeriseBuss]

"Ooohhhh...." Chrissy purred as Dawn wiggled her fingertip in Chrissy's bunghole.

"Let me finish with the sunscreen," Dawn said as she withdrew her finger. She applied a slick layer of the lotion not just to her left palm, but also to the vibrating butt plug she had kept hidden from Chrissy. As she spread sunscreen on Chrissy's buttocks with her left hand, she lined up the now lubricated plug with Chrissy's anus and pressed its tip against it, whispering. "Just relax and let it slide in."

Chrissy has had butt-plugs in her before. It does not even occur to her to question Dawn's right to do this to her. Exhaling, she relaxes her anal sphincter with anticipation of the unique sensations of rear insertion.

 

[DawnODay]

Dawn smiled coldly as the tip of the butt plug disappeared into Chrissy's behind. She suspected the cute little chef had done this before. Dawn continued to push the toy forward with a gentle but steady and relentless pressure.

 

[AmberStar]

Carl smiles as Alysa tries to take advantage of the fact that both Ian and Constantine have withdrawn from the game. As she get's up to leave he see's the small smile of satisfaction on her face and wonders how long it will be there.

Josephine had given her a basic choice. Become a guest and enjoy the game, or refuse and remain a servant. Just because she had decided to write on a cup did not mean she had officially played the game, or become a guest.

As she walked off he called after her. "Oh be a good servant Fruitloops and bring out some snacks once you get inside. I am sure the guests that are playing would like some before lunch."

He sent a wicked smile Josephine's way to let her know what sort of game he was playing.

“Oh, be a good servant, Fruitloops,” Prince Carl Gustav quickly responded to Alysa’s attempt to bow out of the game. “And bring out some snacks once you get inside. I am sure the guests that are playing would like some before lunch.”

“That was the deal, Dear,” Josephine reminded her. “It’s okay if we have more players of one sex than another. We’ll just rotate through in rounds, and give everyone an opportunity. After all, variety is the spice of life.”

The words that come from Carl's mouth sent rage flaring through my vains like a web made of flaming fire. My jaw pop and crackle from the pressure of my teeth grinding together. If he only knew what I would have done if I had my service pistol with me! I do nothing for the longest time, trying desperately not to turn around and tell the fucktard to kiss my ever loving British arse! OR tell him to get off his fat arse and go get the snacks himself for he really does need to walk, and should skip the damn snack, but Josephine manages to toss in her two cents, which is exactly that her words were worth.

I take in a deep breath and turn toward the two. I was going to blast them with the facts that her little treat of charging me with trespassing was no longer a worry for as much time has expired since my capture, and to add a local law enforcement officer here the whole time, the court would toss the case out for just the fact that I have been here for four hours and then all of a sudden I would be considered a trespasser, nope she lost that power handle that she had over me. But I'm not going to tell her that for maybe she will grow wise enough and realize that herself.

No... All that rage I held within me for one reason and one reason only and that was for Michele. "Very well, Michele I guess we need to go to the kitchen and get the snacks. It may take a while for nothing has been made up." I smile over at her, then in front of everyone blow her s kiss. "So, Shall we go and get the lard asses their snacks which neither of them really need?" I muse and glare at the two.

 

[CeriseBuss]

Five Foul Vowels

"Ihhistish...." Chrissy drew in a quick breath as the tip of the butt-plug entered her and a crackle of pleasure shot up her spine.

"Ufghhg...." She then groaned as Dawn continued to push the toy forward with a gentle but steady and relentless pressure.

"Ehp!" She gasped as her anus went from its stretched condition to suddenly contract around the base of the plug.

"Ahhh...." She sighed with content as the toy settled into place inside her rectum. "Ooohhhh...."

 

[Rose4Emily]

"Michele," Alysa sighs. "I guess we need to go to the kitchen and get the snacks. It may take a while for nothing has been made up."

Michele shares a smile with her new lover. She decides she's glad Alysa chose to remain one of Josephine's servants instead of her guest. Alysa blows her a kiss. Then she speaks again as she glares at Josephine and Carl. "So, shall we go and get the lard asses their snacks which neither of them really need?"

Michele's mouth hangs open for a moment, then she says in a deep voice. "I hope to have a body as nice as Josephine's when I'm her age, and I think Prince Carl is quite nicely built. Now let's get up to the house and help Ian with that smorgasbord."

Holding Alysa's hand, she urges her to follow.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

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“So,” Alysa said to Michele after blowing her a kiss. Then she glared at Prince Carl and Josephine, but still spoke to Michele. “Shall we go and get the lard-asses their snacks which neither of them really need?”

Josephine raised an eyebrow as she considered an apt response. Michele spoke first. “I hope to have a body as nice as Josephine’s when I’m her age, and I think Prince Carl is quite nicely built. Now let’s get up to the house and help Ian with that smorgasbord.”

“Indeed,” Josephine sneered with a grin like ice. “I think you had better before I reconsider the generosity I have shown Fruit Loops.”

She then turned to Carl and her smile warmed. “Are we ready for our gamehttp://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=79769128#post79769128"[FONT="Book Antiqua, or are you afraid the alcohol will go to our ‘lard-asses’?”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Carl chuckled at Josephine and looked down towards his toned ass. "I do believe my Lard Ass might be up to it although maybe I might run out of breath because of such strenuous exercise," he continued his chuckle turning into a full blown laugh.

Standing up he approached the table and took the cups. He then took another set and wrote the exact same punishments on them and set them up like a ten pin bowling arrangement on either end of the ping pong table. Looking around he spied the pitcher of drinks and filled the cups up. There was not enough of one so he varied them filling a cup with one and then one with the other. Finally all was in readiness. Even he did not know what was written below each cup as he had not peeked and had placed them out randomly. He had divided them out in sets though.

"Well then who goes first oh glorious leader. As I said the rules are simple. First one to force the opposing player to drink all their cups and perform all the lewd acts is the winner," he smiled. "A toss of the coin decides who goes first," he said holding one up.

 

[AmberStar]

Michele shares a smile with her new lover. She decides she's glad Alysa chose to remain one of Josephine's servants instead of her guest. Alysa blows her a kiss. Then she speaks again as she glares at Josephine and Carl. "So, shall we go and get the lard asses their snacks which neither of them really need?"

Michele's mouth hangs open for a moment, then she says in a deep voice. "I hope to have a body as nice as Josephine's when I'm her age, and I think Prince Carl is quite nicely built. Now let's get up to the house and help Ian with that smorgasbord."

Holding Alysa's hand, she urges her to follow.


I looked over at Michele with a slight angered look upon my face as Michele tried to smooth the raging waters between me and them. God I care for this woman, but she has to understand that I'm done playing the weak, sissy girl. It was time she stood on her own two feet.

I pull my head away from Michele shifting my glare to Josephine when she comes across with a tone of voice that issues a choice that I should walk away while the playing field had some options left. I felt the threat, but I also felt the slight release of her firm grip as well. Yet, I don't think this is over, but for now, thanks again to Michele, the cease fire is in effect and it was time to move on.

"Yes, your right. We should go help the guest with the preparation of the meal." I turn and walk away with Michele. My anger still flaring at the woman in the pool and growing anger with the so called man of false dignity. In a way I'm thankful to Carl for one thing, I now sees the true face of the Royal family!

 

[cripple92996]

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Professor Edgeways moved slowly across the grass. These games were supposed to be fun.
He hoped the Empress would receive due homage. Just what was going to happen?

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Even Odds



“A toss of the coin decides who goes first,” Prince Carl declared as he held up a quarter.

Josephine smiled and nodded. When he flipped the coin into the air, she laughed. “Tails!”

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"The kettle's already on, Mate," Ian told the huge Russian. "'Cheese pancakes,' eh? Sounds French."

Ian smiled to show he joked. Just then the teapot started to whistle. His smile widened.

"What'll it be?" he asked as he took the pot off the burner. He thought to suggest some weak floral or herbal tea, to continue the joke, but he had yet to gauge Constantine's threshold for teasing. Instead, he opened a cupboard revealing several shelves of various teas, some in bulk, some in bags. He took one out and set it on the counter.

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"It's not as smokey as it should be," Ian admitted about the contents of the tin of Twinings Russian Caravan tea. "But it's Josephine's preferred brand. I hope it suits your taste."

 

[Hard_Rom]

As the kettle starts to whistle Constantine remarks, "I see my timeeng is good." "Eef eet ees black, sveet and een a very beeg cup I am happy."

"Eef de Freench cook good den dey moost have tvorozhniki."

Constantine thinks he may have hit the jackpot if he has found an employer who embraces her Eastern European heritage especially it's cuisine. He starts to investigate the cubboards and finds the pantry with flour, sugar, vanilla extract, and raisins. The refridgerator contains eggs and even a Eastern European brand quark.

"Who ees cook for Madame Czartoryski?" he asks Ian, "I moost make sure dat dey are my friend, I tink."

He washes his hands before beginning to make a thick batter with the ingredients and readily available expensive cookware.

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Carl caught the coin and slapped it to his wrist. Looking at Josephine he slowly pulled his hand away and sighed. "Tails it is my dear. Looks like you win as usual. You go first. Please try to at least go easy on me," he smiled.

 

[DawnODay]

"Ahhh...." Chrissy sighed as the butt plug settled into place inside her rectum. "Ooohhhh...."

Dawn smiled. Holding the controller in her left hand, she set her right on Chrissy's elbow and guided her over to a chaise lounge facing away from the group gathered around the ping-pong table in front of the pool house.

"I know heterosexual sex doesn't do anything for you," Dawn explained to the lesbian chef. "So I thought to blindfold you, but realized that would leave a weird tan line across your face. Instead, you'll face away from the game, and just hear the giggles, sighs and moans as we play. By the time I come back to you, I bet you'll be ready for anything. Now sit back in the chaise."

Dawn turned the dial controling the toy in Chrissy's anus to its lowest vibration.

 

[Rose4Emily]

Michele and Alysa walked hand-in-hand up the lawn toward the back of the house.

"I have to confess," Michele said with a sigh. "I'm glad you decided to remain a servant. We can spend more time together this way. Now, if I can just get you to understand how lovable Josephine really is, we could be side-by-side as much as we want."

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"Who ees cook for Madame Czartoryski?" Constantine asks as he washes his thick hands. "I moost make sure dat dey are my friend, I tink."

"Her name is Chrissy Schuster," Ian replies. "She was one of the two nude brunettes rubbing suntan lotion all over each other down by the pool before. She's very friendly, but don't expect to be anything more than just friends...."

Ian lets his voice trail off meaningfully.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Beginner’s Luck



“You go first,” Prince Carl declared when the coin flipped as tails. “Please try to at least go easy on me.”

Josephine smiled as she picked up a paddle and ball and went to the near end of the table. Bouncing the ball once, she hit it firmly but not too hard. It crossed the net and dropped right into one of the ten cups on the other side.

“Goodie!” she laughed as she set down the paddle and hurried to the other end of the table. She lifted up the cup and squinted against the sunlight as she read the single word Malcolm had written on the bottom. “‘Fuck.’ Oh my!”

 

[Hard_Rom]

"I vyezzhát'... understand," Constantine replies to Ian's unsaid words, "She ees rozovuy... lesbian." "Eet ees not my vish to fuck her."

"She ees cook. Ees not good idea to fuck cook. Eef cook get mad vid you, food vill not be good no more."

Constantine is practical man. Gaining employment and ensuring a steady supply of food in large quantities comes first. Then he can think about women.

"Eef I vant to fuck," he continues, "I vill go to club een town and get girl." "Dat ees easy."

"Ven I vas fat young boy I vould teenk dat I vould never get girl. Dat ees vy I become bodybuilder. Now I leeft veights so dat I stay healty."

When you can literally pick up girls by the arm loads, picking up a girl or two in a nightclub is easy. Something he would never have dreamed of being able to do as an adolescent.

Having mixed the ingredients, Constantine straightens up with the bowl and wisk in hand. Stooping down to counter tops designed for people of normal height gives him an ache in the small of his back. He works the extra thick cottage cheese batter while he talks.

"I vould ask, droog Ian. De girl dat Madame Czartoryski calls Fruitloops, Malcolm says she ees eentruder. I tought she vas Madame's blyadischa... her whore. But I hear her say she ees spy for MI-6."

"Ven she look at me, I tink she vants to shoot me or run avay from me. Ees it because I am Russian?"

 

[Lordmikel]

Malcolm noticed the game was about to start. He looked around and knew whom he wanted as his opponent, the lovely Karen. For the moment he was curious to see how the first round goes.

 

[KaseE]

"'Fuck,'" Josephine read off the bottom of the cup with the ping-pong ball in it. "Oh my!"

Karen recognized the command as the one placed there by Malcolm. She glanced his way to find him again looking at her. She smiled and winked at him, then returned her attention to the game.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

To the Victor



“‘Fuck,’” Josephine read the single word Malcolm had written on the bottom of the cup into which she’d hit the ping-pong ball. “Oh my!”

Lowering the cup, she walked over to where Prince Carl awaited the result of her first turn. She handed him the cup with the ball still floating inside. She smiled devilishly. “As I’m the one who hit it in, I think I get to be on top.”

 

[Aussie_Wolf]

Carl smiled as he fished the ball out and then drank the drink in one gulp. Smiling he lowered the shorts he was wearing and then his underwear to expose his already growing erection.

"Very well my dear, but perhaps we should not do it on the table. I am afraid we would destroy our playing field," he chuckled. "Shall we do it on the ground or would you like to adjourn to one of the sun lounges," he inquired pointing to one of the large comfortable reclined seats.

 

[AmberStar]

I could only smile when the small, soft hand of Michele slid into mine. The warmth that flowed through my veins by her touch once again seemed to chase all the bad, angered feelings away and left me feeling the tingling delight of happiness. I was with the one that over just a matter of hours has became the most important person in my life. I take a few moments to travel back over my life in search for a time that I was more content than I am not, there wasn’t a single moment.

I squeezed the soft hand that I was greedily holding on too, hoping to convey my unspoken feelings towards her. My orbs slowly drifted up from the stone walkway to the orbs of the woman that walked next to me, her words of confession bringing a smile to my face. “Well, if it gives me more time with you than it’s worth having the stupid nickname tossed into my face now and then.” I give a little shoulder bump to the beauty. My mind only retracting to the lady of the house for a few moments.

“Yeah, loving as a great white shark is to a bleeding Sea lion!” I say with a heavy British accent. My eyes rolling slightly upward. “Michele, I really don’t see me and Josephine becoming as close as the two of you are. Things are just too black for a bifie buff to bring a shine between us love!” I exclaim as I pull her closer to me. “Lets just get us to a state of happiness before we venture down that wicked brick road okay?”

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"I hear her say she ees spy for MI-6," Constantine said of Alysa. "Ven she look at me, I tink she vants to shoot me or run avay from me. Ees it because I am Russian?"

"Could be," Ian shrugged. "I was... I was SAS. They taught us to respect... not fear, but to respect 'Ivan.' But who knows what the birdwatchers at Vauxhall Cross think of you lot?"