Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

Playing Field



“Shall we do it on the ground?” Carl asked about their first requirement under the rules of the
game: to fuck. “Or would you like to adjourn to one of the sun lounges?”

He pointed to the closest of the deeply cushioned chaises set along one side of the pool.

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“Oh, let’s be comfortable,” Josephine replied as she stepped over to the couch and ran one finger across the soft fabric of its plushly upholstered mattress. “So come over here; remember, I’m on top.”



 

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Carl walked over to the chair and smiling at her gingerly dropped his bathing trunks. The only reason he did it so gingerly was his state of arousal made taking them off quickly a very painful experience.

As he sat back on the lounge he looked up and began to slowly pull on his exposed member so it reached it's full potential. As it finally pointed straight towards the sky he let it go and chuckled at Josephine.

'Well my dear Empress, I am ready to pay my penalty. Would you care to mount your Steed?"
 
Ian's use of the word "birdwatchers' means nothing to Constantine until he recalls the James Bond film "The World is Not Enough" and connects the reference with the SIS HQ located near the Vauxhall Bridge. "Ivan" he gets.

"She does not conceal her emotions vell for shpion," he remarks, "I teenk she vould make beetter Mata Hari... I teenk you say 'honey trap' den boodyguard for Madame Czartoryski's babnik." "She does not look like hard man you vould need for joob."

"She vould look good in James Bond movie."
 
Karen unconsciously licked her lips while the reclined Prince Carl Gustav took his hand from his penis. All on its own, it pointed straight towards the sky.

"Well' my dear Empress," he chuckled. "I am ready to pay my penalty. Would you care to mount your steed?"

Karen glanced expectantly at Josephine. From the time she understood sex, Karen realized that Josephine, who had helped raise her, regularly made love with many of her friends, colleagues, and guests. Karen had fantasized about it for years. She had never before seen it. Without realizing it, Karen left Malcolm and slowly stepped within a dozen feet of the chaise lounge on which it seemed Josephine and Carl would in a moment couple.
 
Malcolm watched as Karen moved a bit closer. Watching two people have sex was always an exciting thing. He suspected Josephine would be quite a sight to behold, but Karen's very nice ass was also a pleasure to see as she positioned herself. He decided to move a bit closer as well, wanting to see more of the show, and to possibly help Karen should she need any help.
 
As they watched Josephine and Prince Carl prepare to make public love, Mary, without realizing she had done so, took William's right hand in her left and held it.
 
"Let's just get us to a state of happiness before we venture down that wicked brick road, okay?" Alysa suggested as she wrapped her arms around Michele and held her close.

"Okay," Michele replied, brushing their lips together as she did. Then she glanced down the lawn toward the swimming pool. The game did not seem to have progressed very far. Prince Carl reclined on a chaise lounger with everyone just standing around him, albeit with Josephine closest of them all. Michele smiled at Alysa and continued. "Ian and Constantine are making the lunch, and it looks like it will be a while before we need to serve it. Let's go inside and see if we can't get ourselves back to that 'state of happiness' you mentioned."
 
I could feel my orbs gleam the longer I looked into the gorgeous eyes of Michele. Her perfume, the softness of her form pressed up against me as I held her close. The ache in the pit of my stomach as her lips brushed against mine made me lean into her wanting more.

I reluctantly pulled back when she continued to give me a play book plan of things we could do, in which I of course had no objections! Hell, who would in their right mind want to object to anything that Michele was offering to do with her. I know how I feel right now and with that I surely wouldn't object to anything... Well...? As my mind drifts back to the game... Almost anything.

I smile when she recommends that we go off and find that state of happiness that I suggested to her earlier. "I think it would be the best for us, I mean I know it would be best for me." I corrected myself with a smile, my arms retracting, bringing her closer to me. I lick my lips as I feel her firm breasts against mine. "God, I think I'm in love with you!" I push forward kissing her fully. The hell with the little teasing kisses!
 
Ride’m Cowgirl!



“Well, my dear Empress,” Carl purred from where he reclined nude with his erection standing like a flagpole. “I am ready to pay my penalty. Would you care to mount your steed?”

“My ‘steed’?” Josephine laughed. Excited by having an audience and stimulated by the morning breeze caressing her bare body, she swung her right leg over the chaise lounge, straddling it and Carl’s hips. Her gaze now focused on his bright blue eyes, she bent her knees until her already damp womanhood caressed his stiff organ. She gasped softly as the tip of its engorged head parted her sensitive folds. Smiling down at Carl, she purred. “Giddyap!”



 
Carl smiled as Josephine 'Mounted' him and his hands reached up and grasped her hips. As his head entered her outer folds and she stared into his eyes, he felt her juices coat start to coat him and then she purred at him,"Giddyap."

Laughing he pulled her down upon himself, slowly burying himself inside her an inch at a time until he was finally all the way inside and she was sitting on his lap. Grinning he eased her off just as slowly until his head was just inside her again, then pulled her back down. However just as she settled this time he thrust into her, smacking their bodies together with an audible sound and burying himself in deeper inside her.

He set up a slow pace. Withdrawing slowly by pushing her up, then slowly entering her again with a final thrust at the end.

"Tell me when you would like to go from a walk to a trot my dear Empress," He chuckled.
 

"She vould look good in James Bond movie," Constantine said of Alysa.

"Perhaps that's how she got the job," Ian suggested only partly in jest. "She might also have the right family connections. That still counts for a lot in Ol` Blighty. It would explain why they sent her for such a soft assignment as playing babysitter for His Highness Carl Gustav Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg."

He tried to sound derisive, but it did not come out that way. Deep down, despite his recent embracing of a fully American lifestyle, Ian remained a Tory royalist. He snorted a mocking laugh at himself. "You Russians exchanged your nobility for a politburo. Now that they're gone, who are your aristocrats?"


 
"Vat make you teenk Politburo ees gone?" Constantine replies, "Putin ees old KGB man." "Now ve have de reech and decadent not preences and counts."

"Der ees song by De Who, "meet de new boss, same as de old boss."

Constantine's parents are die hard old school Communists. Much of their attitudes and politics has rubbed of on him.

"Only small degree of democracy granted to de people saved your areetoscrats from chopping block. Eef Tsar was smart he vould have given de people der rights. And den der vould have been no Great October Socialeest Revolution."
 
"Eef Tsar was smart he vould have given de people der rights," Constantine concluded. "And den der vould have been no Great October Socialeest Revolution."

"And then," Ian reacted automatically. "There would not have been the millions of peasants intentionally starved to death by Lenin to clear the way for inefficient communes, nor the tens of millions simply murdered by Stalin in his purges."

He winced as the last words left his mouth. The Cold War had ended decades ago with the bankruptcy of soviet ideology manifest. He really did not need to start a moot argument on these issues here or now.
 
"Nyet, my droog!" Constantine replies, "You do Lenin great disservice, fameenes of tventy one and tventy two vere result of Great Var, Russian Ceeveel Var and natural droughts."

"I vill yeild argument about Stalin. He vas truly bad man."

Constantine finishes with the batter, finds some cling wrap to place over the bowl and deposits it in the refrigerator. He begins to wipe down the counter top and put away the excess ingredients.

"Eef you vish to conteenue poleeteecal talk, I moost inseest dat ve do eet over tea."

"Honey and no meelk eef you do not mind."
 
"Eef you vish to conteenue poleeteecal talk, I moost inseest dat ve do eet over tea," Constantine suggests as he begins to wipe down the counter top and put away the excess ingredients from his initial brunch preparations. "Honey and no meelk eef you do not mind."

"No," Ian replies as he sets up their teas. He would usually drink his without any sweetener, but decides to try honey in his, as well. "I really don't want to talk politics. I'm just an old soldier. I'm used to following orders, not worrying about the reasoning behind them. It is so much easier that way, wouldn't you agree?"
 
"Een Russian army is mandatory," Constantine replies matter of factly, "You do not question orders." "You ask queestion or heeseetate, you find self takeeng point een convoy."

"Een Chechnya dat vas death sentence."

Moving to hunt about in the pantry, Constantine brings out a loaf of black bread, butter and a jar of homemade strawberry jam. He seys in all down on the counter and then proceeds to devour half the loaf of dark rye bread with copious amounts of butter and jam, washed down with sweet black tea.

"Ve Russians are vat you vesterners call impatient," he goes one with conversation between mouthfuls, "Ve like deceesions made and made queeckly. " "Best vay ees have boss man make deceesion."

"Day vay teengs get done."

The bread and tea are not so much consumed as inhaled. Constantine makes himself another cup of tea.

"Does Madame Czartoryski have a gymnasium?" he asks Ian, "Or as gardener vould you have tings dat veigh lots?"
 
"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 controlling the toy in Chrissy's anus to its lowest vibration.

Chrissy gasped at the pleasure that shot up her spine when the butt plug began to vibrate. Her womanhood went instantly from wet to sodden. She moved carefully to sit back into the chaise lounge, as each movement brought a different distracting sensation, most approaching ecstasy, other discomfort. Once settle in, she looked up at Dawn and smiled.
 
"God, I think I'm in love with you!" Alysa tells Michele as she hugs her tightly and kisses her with even greater passion than any other time that morning. Michele revels in the closeness until they both stop for want of breath.

"I fall in love easily," Michele confesses. "But that should not diminish the fact that I already love you, `Lysa. You're such a sweet mixture of strength and vulnerability, and so beautiful. Who couldn't help but fall in love with you?"

Michele kisses her again, with more sweetness and still plenty of passion. Then, with a coyness, almost embarrassment, that Alysa has never seen in her before, Michele adds, "If we're to be frequent lovers, then, can I show you a special secret about this house that I'd love to become a part of that?"
 
I knew my eyes were sparkling the whole time my gaze was locked into those gorgeous orbs of Michele’s, her response put a warming throughout my body that I haven’t felt since the day I looked into my parents eyes and seen the same loving conviction that Michele has in hers. I habitually used the tip of my tongue to moisten my lips, I get this way when stress of any kind comes along, and at the moment I was peaked out with the happy bug!

I witnessed Michele’s leaning in maneuver and decided to push forward myself. Our lips met once more but this kiss was a little different than the way I kissed her before. This kiss was sensually leaning toward loving but still had a coil of passion twisted within it. I swelled up with a sheer bliss of happiness, as I stepped into her, ran my hands around the sidewalls of her abs and clasped in the small of her back. I pulled her into me and continued to kiss her back.

I almost whimpered like a scorn puppy when she lightly backed her lips and body away from mine. A look of, well I’m not really sure for this was a look that I have never seen coming from her nor did I even thought I would see this strange look that was now fully expressed upon her face. “What is this?” I asked with a wide-eyed expression upon my face. “Are you being a little timid?” I asked her with a little smirked smile.

I waited to answer her question, not on the ground of not trusting her, but just because this was probably the first and last time I would see her like this. I moved my hands from the small of her back and moved them to her hips where I started to pull and push upon her, twisting her like a small play doll. “Yes, You can show me, but I have a feeling if it makes you blush it’s really going to be bad for me!” I roll my eyes playfully.
 
Equestrian Jargon



Josephine’s breathing aligned with Carl’s movements. She inhaled each time he urged her up to draw his erection out of her. Then she exhaled with a barely audible sigh with each trust of their hips together. At their current pace, she had no fear of hyperventilating.

“Tell me,” Carl finally said, his voice husky with lust. “When you would like to go from a walk to a trot, my dear Empress?”

You tell me, my Prince,” Josephine smiled in reply. “Is it too early in the day for you to be ‘ridden hard and put up wet’?”



 
Carl laughed up at Josephine as his grip on her hips tightened and he began to plunge into her with more vigor, still keeping a lot back but making sure his thrust sunk deeply into her.

'Why my dear Empress, If you wish to ride me like one of your horses I am always up for that, but I am afraid it is you that is going to be the wetter of us," he told her in a challenging tone.

"Of course if you want to put that to the test..." he chuckled as he suddenly thrust very hard into her actually hitting her cervix and grinding her clitoris hard into his pelvis," You are always welcome to try," he said resuming his deep thrusts.
 
“Tell me,” Prince Carl grunted while he slowly made public love to Josephine. “When you would like to go from a walk to a trot, my dear Empress?”

You tell me, my Prince,” she smiled down on him in reply. “Is it too early in the day for you to be ‘ridden hard and put up wet’?”

“Why my dear Empress, if you wish to ride me like one of your horses, I am always up for that....”

As Carl and Josephine continued their coital banter, Mary squeezed William’s hand more tightly and whispered in his ear. “She has a stable full of horses out back but, I have to admit, this is more my idea of a good ride!”
 
William stood next to Mary, his attention was fixated upon the occurrences that was happening so fast between the Empress’s guests and staff and wondered what happened in that room that seemed to have put a friction between Josephine and agent winters, but it was very obvious to him that they were like fire and gasoline, not very compatible, however, there was obviously something burning between Michele and Alysa, whom caught William’s eye in her new choice of attire. She was rather striking to look at.

William’s attention to the dramatics drifted away when he felt Mary’s hand encase around his right hand. She seemed very fixated herself on the action that was going on between Carl and Josephine. He pulled his attention from what was going at the poolside to take a good look at Mary. She was a beautiful woman herself and what he had of her this morning was something he wanted more of.

He stepped closer to her. His intentions were to have a little more contact with the woman, in hopes that what was going on at the poolside and the contact would bring an interesting response from her.

When her hand tightened and her soft lips were only millimeters from his ear, William’s cock responded to the whispered statement as an image of her riding his stallion filled his mind. “Well, you don’t have to go to the stable out back to find a stallion to ride my dear.” William turned and smiled at the lovely woman.
 
Chrissy gasped when Dawn turned the dial controlling the toy in Chrissy's anus to its lowest vibration. She moved with obvious care as she followed Dawn's instructions and lowered herself into the chaise lounge. Once settle in, she looked up at Dawn and smiled.

Dawn smiled back and picked up the package of Velcro straps. Opening it, she used several of them to secure Chrissy's wrists and forearms to the chaise's armrests. Once sure Chrissy could neither get up nor escape her bonds, she turned up the setting on the butt plug to medium.

"All comfy?" she asked Chrissy sweetly.
 
From the time she understood sex, Karen had realized that Josephine, who had helped raise her, regularly made love with many of her friends, colleagues, and guests. Karen had never before seen it, although she had fantasized about it for years. Without realizing it, as she watched Josephine and Prince Carl make love, Karen moved her right hand down to start stroking her own womanhood.
 
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