Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

[Nubian_Legend]

A familiar looking navy blue car edged toward the entrance gates of Madam Josephine's manor, the man in the sporty vehicle waited a moment or two to clear himself at the gates before making his unhurried stroll into the complex, settling for an unused plot to rest his vehicle, the engine eventually quieting down, the side door came open and a sharply-dressed emerged into view, Maurice took a moment or two to appraise his environments before ascending the Manor's lavish porch, he stood before the doors, waiting to make his big return.
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[Lordmikel]

Malcolm winked at Mary as he got into the shower after she left. "I look forward to it," he called out to her. He turned on the water and a blast of heat struck him. One good thing about showering after someone else. Never had to get hit with that initial blast of code. It was also nice to take a shower, he had flown in earlier in the night, this was the first shower in actually a day or two. The pool earlier was nice, but this was refreshing. It was too bad that Ian had called for lunch.

Stepping out of the shower he grabbed a towel to dry off, wrapping it around his waist. It was mentioned that clothing would be optional, but Malcolm opted to grab his clothes from outside. He quickly donned his clothes and made his way through the back to the dining room.

(I should probably walk in after a few other people arrive to better show some placement of time.)

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

Karen ran the large comb under the faucet and combed her long, blonde hair. She smiled at herself as an idea coalesced in her mind, inspired by simple practicality and decided by playful licentiousness. She had left all her clean clothes in her bedroom on the top story. Uncle Ian had announced attire as "optional." Karen decided to take him at his word. Thus, she wore nothing but the lingering grin when she encountered him coming down the curved staircase as she headed upstairs.

"Good morning, Uncle Ian," she greeted him nude, but nonchalantly. "What's for lunch? I'm starving!"

"Russian pancakes," Ian replied simply, concentrating to maintain eye contact with his niece and not to ogle her perfect nubile figure. "You had best hurry and get dressed. They're almost ready."

He stood aside to let her pass him on the stairs.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine has filled the oven with freshly made syrniki and is drinking his tea looking out the mansion front windows when he sees a blue car pull up. A well dressed black man gets out and walks up to the double doors entrance. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Ian has left the room. He doubts Madame Czartoryski's babnik, sitting at the table, usually answers doors. So he goes himself.

Anticipating the bell to ring, Constantine opens the door and looks down, as he must to evryone, at the man.

"Da," he says in his heavily accented English, "May I help you?"

 

[CCorteeze]

Slipping past Malcolm, Mary crossed the games room trying to remember where she had left her clothing. As she passed the downstairs kitchen, she heard voices on the stairs. Suddenly a bit shy in her nudity, she hesitated.

"Good morning, Uncle Ian," Karen's voice rounded the corner. "What's for lunch? I'm starving!"

"Russian pancakes," Ian replied. "You had best hurry and get dressed. They're almost ready."

Mary suspected she could guess Karen's reply, but stood there quietly, barely breathing, awaiting confirmation.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

The Importance of Cleanliness

"Cleanliness becomes more important when godliness is unlikely." — P. J. O'Rourke



“You go ahead and get wet,” Josephine instructed Dawn when she stepped aside as Josephine followed her into the large, tile and glass walled shower stall. Josephine knew Dawn hadn’t come during their earlier sexual adventure with Prince Carl Gustav. She smiled a bit sadistically, planning to continue and exacerbate her chauffeur’s unsatisfied desire. “I’ll wash you first.”

Dawn returned to her place under the spray, letting the hot water drizzle down her body. Josephine filled her own cupped palm with body wash. Ignoring the usual erogenous zones at first, she started with Dawn’s hands, slowly moved up her arms to her shoulders. Gathering another handful of of the perfumed wash, she returned to Dawn’s shoulders. Then, finally, teasingly, she moved down to Dawn’s firm breasts, cupping them and squeezing them gently as she covered them in slick suds.

 

[KaseE]

"You had best hurry and get dressed," Ian suggested after identifying Russian pancakes on the menu for lunch. Then he stood aside to let Karen pass him on the stairs. "They're almost ready."

"Oh, Uncle Ian," Karen purred. Completely nude, she stopped on the step just below him and looked into his eyes with a seductive pout. "You said attire was optional. I'm just taking you at your word. What's the matter? Do you think I look so bad this way it'll spoil the guests' appetites?"

She stepped up onto the same stair as him, standing close, her pert round breasts pressing against the front of his shirt.

 

[DawnODay]

Dawn stepped aside to give Josephine first access to the shower.

"You go ahead and get wet," Josephine instructed. "I'll wash you first."

Dawn obeyed, facing the spigot, her back to Josephine. She let the hot water spray onto her scalp and forehead and cascade down her nude body. Her arms hung loosely at her sides. After a moment, Josephine took Dawn's hands and started soaping them with body wash. She next slowly moved up Dawn's arms to her shoulders. Then, after a pause to refill her hands with wash, she moved teasingly down to Dawn’s firm breasts, cupping them and squeezing them gently as she covered them in slick suds.

"My God, Mistress!" Dawn moaned desperately. "I need you so badly!"

 

[CCorteeze]

"Oh, Uncle Ian," Karen's seductive purr came around the corner as Mary eavesdropped unseen. "You said attire was optional. I'm just taking you at your word. What's the matter? Do you think I look so bad this way it'll spoil the guests' appetites?"

While Ian and his precocious niece often verbally bantered with each other in this way, Mary thought she detected a slightly stressed undertone in their voices that suggested something more than ordinary familial joking. Growing increasingly curious, she decided to linger in place by the downstairs kitchen where she could hear them, but they could not see her.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Full Service Wash



“My God, Mistress!” Dawn moaned as Josephine’s soapy fingers cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently as she covered them in slick suds. “I need you so badly!”

Chuckling as she alternated hands, she continued to fondle one breast or another as her free hand lathered Dawn’s back. Once she had covered it with body wash, Josephine stepped forward to press her own ample breasts against Dawn’s back. Her free right hand now descended slowly down Dawn’s flat tummy toward her waiting pubes.

 

[cripple92996]

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Professor edgeways, wheeled himself. The food was delicious, the company better. What would happen?

 

[Nubian_Legend]

Constantine has filled the oven with freshly made syrniki and is drinking his tea looking out the mansion front windows when he sees a blue car pull up. A well dressed black man gets out and walks up to the double doors entrance. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Ian has left the room. He doubts Madame Czartoryski's babnik, sitting at the table, usually answers doors. So he goes himself.

Anticipating the bell to ring, Constantine opens the door and looks down, as he must to evryone, at the man.

"Da," he says in his heavily accented English, "May I help you?"

Maurice spent a moment or two in appraisal of his appearance, before his glance shifted upward to the discovery of the gentleman who engaged him at the door. His eyebrow slightly perked hearing the man speak.

"Hello, I'm Maurice Turner...A guest of Madame Czartorski. You can let her know I've returned if you'd like."

Maurice was aware Josephine had her share of help dwelling around the manor, was this man another such case? regardless... he extended a hand to greet the Russian.

 

[DawnODay]

The hot water and Josephine's left hand had Dawn's breasts ablaze with pleasure, matched only by the heat of desire in her loins.

"Oh... Mistress," Dawn moaned when Josephine's soapy right hand slid slowly down her flat, toned tummy. "Please! I need to come so badly...."

 

[AmberStar]

I look over to Michele, a mixture of emotions registered on my face upon hearing the words spoken from the Lady of the manor. Only if she knew how my flesh crawled when she spoke, I don’t think I will ever be comfortable hearing her tone voice. They say time heals all wounds, I wonder if that works with resentment as well. Time will tell, I know Michele wants me to conform to the woman, but at the moment I don’t see that happening.

I intake a deep breath, hold it for a few moments then release, allowing the moment of resentment to subside. My orbs still locked with Michele slowly drifted away from her back to the sink, where I clean up the basin, turning back toward Michele once finished and prepared to move on. My mind refreshing the statement that Michele gave about attire or not to be worn to lunch. The crawlies that I just endured makes me want to go fully clothed with additional attire, like a big plastic poncho or a full London fog trench coat!

I shift my gaze from the gorgeous figure of Michele to the shower, wondering whom was the daring young woman entering the shower with the Josephine. ‘The woman is a Black widow!’ my mind hisses as I pull my gaze away from the shower stall and refocus upon the soft face of Michele, knowing she see my discontent.

As normal, A smile comes to my lips when the feel of Michele’s hand slides into mine and gently pulls me toward the door. A wave of relieve comes over me upon leaving the master bathroom. My gaze moves up to look into her eyes when she spins and informs me of her plan. I’m still taken back by how nice and thoughtful Michele is and in my heart I know I owe her so much that I will never be able to repay her for her kindness, well I know one way that would make her happy. My head turns back toward the bathroom and once again the creepy crawlies rampage over my skin.

I moan upon feeling the wet, luscious lips of Michele’s pressing against mine. I push forward, wanting more but sigh dishearteningly when she pulls back and asks if I was ready to do the serving. I feel the blush form upon my face before my words even slither over my lips… “I’d rather serve you!” I step forward wrapping my arms around her waist. “However, I know we cant play all the time…. So I guess I’m ready…” I sigh once more, but then pull her close to me… “Michele….” I look into her eyes… “Thank you for everything, if it wasn’t for you …” I don’t finish the statement for not wanting to really contemplate the ending fact. “Just know that … I’m…” I can’t believe I feel this way about another woman or the fact that it’s only been several hours into meeting her and she has swept me off me feet. “Nevermind… We have people waiting for us.” I look around for our uniforms… “Dressed or not … I know…. Lets go.” I take her by the hand and lead her out of the bedroom not waiting for her response.

The breeze that flowed through the corridor teased my naked body, I could feel my nipples harden, but that wasn’t anything compared to the feeling I was getting emotionally as I strode down the hallway toward the stairwell. I just want to get this over with. The images of everyone’s faces was phantomized by my mind, especially that Russian! I shake my head trying to rid myself of the embarrassment and images…

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Clean Break



“Oh... Mistress,” Dawn moaned as Josephine’s soapy left hand fondled her breasts while her right hand slid slowly down her flat, toned tummy. “Please! I need to come so badly....”

Chuckling darkly into Dawn’s ear, Josephine slipped her hand between Dawn’s thighs and dipped one finger into her welcoming vagina, finding it already slipperier than their lathered bodies. With this dew on her middle finger, she moved it to Dawn’s clitoris, caressing it no more than a half dozen times before withdrawing her hands completely.

“That’s enough for now,” Josephine snickered. “Now you may wash me.”

 

[PrincepsCyberius]

"You had best hurry and get dressed," Ian suggested after identifying Russian pancakes on the menu for lunch. Then he stood aside to let Karen pass him on the stairs. "They're almost ready."

"Oh, Uncle Ian," Karen purred. Completely nude, she stopped on the step just below him and looked into his eyes with a seductive pout. "You said attire was optional. I'm just taking you at your word. What's the matter? Do you think I look so bad this way it'll spoil the guests' appetites?"

She stepped up onto the same stair as him, standing close, her pert round breasts pressing against the front of his shirt.

The feel of Karen's firm breasts against his own chest caused Ian's manhood to stir in his shorts. He tried to ignore his desire. He did not want to ever repeat the previous night's tryst, over which he still felt guilt. Placing his hands gently on Karen's shoulders, he urged her gently to step back.

"You're right," he conceded. "That's what I said, so I guess I can't object. But you should still hurry upstairs while the food is hot."

 

[Rose4Emily]

Alysa and Michele stopped short when they reached the top of the foyer stairs. Constantine, of whom Alysa had instinctive fear, stood at the front door speaking with a handsome man whom Michele recognized as the lawyer who'd visited the night before, Maurice Turner.

"Don't worry," Michele whispered, squeezing Alysa's hand. "There's a back stairway to the kitchen."

Returning the way they came, the two nude women reached the end of the hallway and descended a flight of stairs leading to a utility hallway between the laundry room and kitchen. The kitchen smelled of warm bakery, but to their surprise stood empty. Passing through the butler's pantry, they found Prince Carl Gustav seated alone at the huge dining room table.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness," Michele greeted him with a curtsy. "Is there anything we can get for you?"

 

[cripple92996]

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What his highness did not know, is professor edge ways, had given the empress his tribute, the night before.
He had snuck into the kitchen and baked a tray worth of her favorite pies, while she had been bathing her heir. The prince shared her fascination with obscure desserts

 

[AmberStar]

I looked to Michele for a brief moment in wonderment of why we stopped at the top of the stairwell instead of moving on downward. My gaze shifted from her to the bottom where they focused upon the Russian, a sense of malcontent burned in my gut and the newcomer, with whom I briefly exchanged glances with but never engaged with.

I pulled my gaze back to Michele as she attempted to ease my tension with the announcement that there was another way down to the kitchen. A small nod came to my head, along with a heartfelt throb of appreciation of once again Michele took my emotional state into consideration.

A small sense of hesitation came to me just moments before stepping from the butler’s pantry to the kitchen floor. The heavy intake of air with a small, slow release was the only objection to the action of walking out naked for all to see.
A very small sense of relief came over me when I realized that only the Prince was seated at the kitchen table. Still instinctively I took a backward sidestep behind Michele, hiding what I could from his gander.

I bit at my lower lip when she asked him if there was anything we could do for him, instantly my mind went to the way of this house and figured something sexual would come back as his reply. I slowly moved my hands to the curve of Michele’s hips and awaited for his response.

 

[DawnODay]

"That's enough for now," Josephine chuckled cruelly after too briefly caressing Dawn's most sensitive spots. "Now you may wash me."

"Oouhgh!" Dawn groaned loudly in frustration when Josephine withdrew her hands. Dawn turned around. Her countenance displayed no anger, just the dull eyes and open mouth of overwhelming lust. Body wash transferred from Dawn's back already coated Josephine's full round breasts. Dawn took them in her hands and, fondling them, began to beg. "Please Mistress, I'll make you come. We can come together."

 

[KaseE]

"You said attire was optional," Karen reminded Ian as she stopped on the step just below him and, completely nude, looked into his eyes with a seductive pout. "I'm just taking you at your word. What's the matter? Do you think I look so bad this way it'll spoil the guests' appetites?"

She stepped up onto the same stair as him, standing close, her pert round breasts pressing against the front of his shirt.

"You're right," Ian conceded uncomfortably, placing his hands gently on Karen's shoulders to urge her gently back. "That's what I said, so I guess I can't object. But you should still hurry upstairs while the food is hot."

"Food's not what I hunger for, Uncle Ian. You know that." Karen's hand pressed lightly on the front of his shorts. She could feel his growing erection. "Wouldn't you rather I had that in my mouth?"

 

[CCorteeze]

"Food's not what I hunger for, Uncle Ian. You know that." Karen's voice reached where Mary eavesdropped in the downstairs kitchen. She could not see, but could easily imagine, what Karen did when she continued to tease her uncle. "Wouldn't you rather I had that in my mouth?"

Mary's eyes grew round and large at the realization of what Karen proposed to do for the uncle who had raised her.

 

[EmpressJosephine]

Practicalities



“Please Mistress,” Dawn begged breathlessly as she massaged Josephine’s soapy breasts. “I’ll make you come. We can come together.”

“There’s no time for that, Dawnie,” Josephine replied, her now husky voice suggesting her own renewed desires. “I have guests waiting at lunch. For now, I just need you to clean my privates. Gussie soiled them a bit.”

 

[Hard_Rom]

Constantine envelops Maurice's hand in his own and gives it a firm handshake.

"Eet ees pleesure to meet you," he replies, "My name ees Garov, Constantine Garov." "Lunch ees about to be served een de dineeng room."

"Ve are joost vaiteeng on Madame Czartoryski."

He turns away and walks back to the kitchen/dining room. Where he starts to place dishes of various jams, honey, and cottage cheese on the dining table, having previously sourced them from the pantry and refigerator. He even comes across a jar of real maple syrup. A glance in the oven at his syrnikis keeping warm before he makes himself yet another mug of tea.

 

[DawnODay]

Dawn closed her eyes with a slight groan. None the less, she obediently got on her knees and, with a fine washcloth, cleaned what remained of the Prince's seed from Josephine's womanhood. Then, unable to resist, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue on her employer's clitoris.