Dominion: A Tale of Wealth & Power

"POLO!"

Mary had joined the game! While Dawn had originally started it as a way to reach Lacy, the buxom publisher had not yet called out a reply and, with her eyes closed, Dawn had lost track of her. An encounter with the luscious deputy sheriff offered an appealing alternative.

"POLO!"

Dawn heard Chrissy swimming behind her. She could have, and had had, the sweet chef at any convenient time. She ignored her and swam toward Mary's estimated location.

"MARCO!"
 
Alysa smiled when Michele's soft hand took ahold of hers. She followed Michele out to the pool where everyone else seemed to gather for some more pool fun. Alysa nodded when she was informed my Michele that she skinny dips when she goes swimming and where Alysa could find a bikini set.

She let go of Michele's hand and headed into the pool house where she began to look through the sets.
 
"I think," said Constantina, suddenly incapable of meeting her host's eyes though her very being hungered to. "That I desire to undertake a private performance in your Brodeur, my lady." Stroking Josephine's arm as ashamedly yet boldly as an adolescent left alone with her first crush, Constantina barely whispered. "I DO aim to please, and the...atmosphere there would be more suited to the nature of my...services."
 
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Constantina’s touch ignited a warm shiver that twirled like a river current from Josephine’s left arm down to her loins. She took the mystic’s hand and could manage no more than a husky whisper, and did not even recognize the pun in her offer, when she spoke. “Come with me.”

As she led Constantina across pool-side the patio, Josephine noticed Michele and Alysa arrive, likewise hand-in-hand. They parted when Michele stopped but Alysa proceeded into the pool house. Josephine caught Michele’s eye and nodded her reassuring approval of the attention her dearest pet now paid to the newcomer.

Josephine turned back to smile at Constantina as they rounded the end of the pool and headed toward the mansion. She wondered why this stranger excited her so. Free of the insecurities that induce jealousy, Josephine considered and rejected the possibility that Michele’s new infatuation with Alysa inspired her exceptional and surprising passion for Constantina. Change remained the only constant in life. As Professor Edgeways had taught her and Michele to express this, which Josephine did not realize she now whispered loud enough for Constantina to hear: “Panta rhei.”

 
After Alysa walked away, Michele noticed Josephine heading toward her, holding hands with an exotic looking and beautiful stranger in a sexy one piece black swimming suit. Michele glanced guiltily toward Alysa as her new lover entered the pool house, then back at her mistress. Josephine, however, nodded approvingly, dispelling Michele's sense that she had somehow betrayed her.

Josephine turned back to her new friend. Michele recognized the lust in her eyes. That did not bother her. Josephine had enjoyed many lovers during the time Michele had come to live with her, often sharing them with her. Then she heard Josephine whisper to the seductive woman: "Panta rhei."

A slight pang of regret shot through Michele, amplified by the fact that she had expressed the same sentiment to Alysa just moments earlier. She wondered if she would remain Josephine's "Pusscake" after this. She would miss it, if so. She had committed herself to Alysa, however, and if it required the end of her special relationship with Josephine to honor her promise, she would willingly make that sacrifice.

Michele sighed. A vigorous swim would feel so good on top of all this. Standing right there on the patio next to the crowded swimming pool, she began to disrobe.
 
Malcolm heard the cry of Marco and watched as Karen responded, swimming away from him. Seeing the swimmers spread about the pool and not wanting to play himself, Malcolm made his way to the side of the pool, watching the game progress.
 
"Marco!" Dawn yelled again from the middle of the pool.

Karen frowned when Malcolm moved off to the side, apparently considering himself too old to play a kid's game. Rolling her eyes, she then dove underwater. A born and experienced swimmer, she went deep, passing right under Dawn and surfacing ten feet behind her, near Chrissy. She gave the chef a wink and shouted.

"Polo!"
 
Ashley finally hears a voice after what felt like an eternity to her. She listens carefully to the instructions, her hands gripping the handle of her luggage tight, she waits for the gate to open all the way before she takes the first step into her new life.

As she walks up the path, the mansion becomes more and more intimidating. The building is so tall and beautiful, which makes her wonder how much rich the owner must be. She also wonders how strict her new employer must be.

She soon reaches the front door just as Ian opens it. "Hello sir, I'm Ashley Brown..." this time she managed to finish her sentence without a pause. She is standing there, luggage in both hands, studying the man in front of her, while trying to glance inside. The luxury on display is breathtaking, something she has never seen in person.
 
"MARCO!" Dawn called out again, her eyes still tightly sealed.

Mary had positioned herself nearly directly in front of her when she replied. "POLO!"

With one more stroke, she placed herself squarely in Dawn's path.
 
Chrissy had positioned herself behind Dawn by the time the latter next signaled: "Marco!"

Chrissy replied with a loud shout. "Polo!"

Just as she did, Karen, Josephine's new heir, surfaced next to her and, with a wink, echoed her call. "Polo!"

Cocking her head for Karen to follow, Chrissy swam backward toward the far wall of the pool.
 
"Hello sir," the lovely young woman at the door said softly. "I'm Ashley Brown."

"Greetings, Ms. Brown," Ian replied, pausing a moment to admire the new maid's beauty. Straightened black hair hung in a ponytail over her left shoulder framing a lovely face of smooth skin the color of milk chocolate. Her wide mouth of full lips and white teeth smiled nervously, enhancing high cheekbones. He found, however, her eyes, dark brown, almost to black, most alluring. It took him a moment to break the entrancement they caused him. Finally, clearing his throat, he took her bags. "I understand you are expected. You can call me Ian. I'm the groundskeeper. Please follow me."

He led her up the left side flight of the semicircular staircase, then around the mezzanine to the bedroom to the right of the two story foyer. He set her bags next to the walk-in closet and explained.

"Your uniform will be provided, so you'll have little need for your own clothes." Before she could object or question this, he entered the closet. After a moment, he emerged with a hanger holding a traditional French maid uniform, including short black dress, white apron and dust cap, and even a black garter belt and stockings. Ian knew Josephine would want her new servant to dress like this, at least at first. Besides, a lurid stirring in Ian's loins made him want to see her in such attire.

"These appear to be your size. If not, there are others in the closet. I'm not sure what size shoe you wear. Perhaps you have something with you that's appropriate to the uniform, or you might find something that fits in the closet." Ian moved back to the hallway door. "I'll leave you to change. Do you have any questions first?"
 

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As Ashley greets the man, she can feel his eyes on her. She nervously smiles at him, her big, dark eyes looking him straight in the eyes. The silence between them last for a moment, Ashley blushes slightly, but remains still, as she feels his gaze upon her. "So he's the groundskeeper?" she thinks to herself as she nods and follows him inside. She can't help but look around as they walk around, finally stopping in front of the closet.

Ashley studies the outfit Ian hands her, she is not used to wearing such clothes, they feel so smooth. She smiles as her fingers run over the tissue. Ashley takes a step inside and looks around for shoes that would fit her, it doesn't take her long to grab a pair of heeled shoes. She went for something she always wanted to wear, instead of shoes that are comfortable for work.

Too timid to pester Ian with silly questions, Ashley shakes her head and waits for Ian to leave the room. The door remains unlocked, as her attention is somewhere else. She turns around and looks at the room she is in, all the clothes in the closet. Ashley wonders how many people work here.

She proceeds to strip, her outfit on a chair, it takes no time for her to be standing there naked. She slightly bends forward to pick up the undergarments. While not used to it, she quickly gets the hang of it, even enjoying the way the silky stockings feel as she slides her legs inside.

Ashley checks herself out in the mirror, making sure everything looks fine, before heading towards the door
 
Ian smiled when Ashley emerged from the bedroom. He managed to suppress the urge to whistle, but he allowed himself a lingering inspection up and down her petite body.

"Pardon my stare, Ms. Brown," he said by way of excuse. "I'm sure you'll appreciate me ensuring you look properly presentable for Madam Czartoryski. You look perfect, my dear. Come with me."

Leading her back down the foyer stairs, he stopped in the kitchen. "We have a chef, but no doubt you'll assist here at times. I'll provide a full tour later. First we should introduce you to Madam Czartoryski, who is by the pool."

Leading her through the morning dinette and out onto the veranda, he spotted Josephine walking back toward the house with Constantina. He glanced down at Ashley's feet and smiled. "Actually, it appears we can wait here for Madam Czartoryski. That will save you having to cross the lawn in those heels."
 
Something about his stare makes Ashley feel proud. Ian is not like the men she knows from back home, the way he compliments her... yet at the same time, he remains a gentleman, it feels like a tease. Ashley feels weird feeling that way, they just met, it must be the situation she is in. She knows nobody, his nice words just strike a chord with her, making her feel safe and like a person again.

She follows him, remaining silent. She feels like she should say something, but doesn't know what to say, fearing to say something inappropriate, or to make a fool of herself.

Ashley observes the two women, Madam Czartoryski moves around so graciously, Ashley can't take her eyes off of her.
 
Ashley followed Ian's gaze to where Josephine and Constantina walked hand-in-hand, heading toward the house from the swimming pool. With the new maid looking their way, he took another opportunity to admire her beauty. Earlier, Constantina's exotic elegance had stirred his libido, which he had tried to keep in check in the face of Karen's attempted seductions. Now, however, he found Ashley, in her young innocence, quite alluring, and thoughts of romance entered his mind.

It would take Josephine a minute to cross the wide lawn from the pool. Ian gently set his hand on Ashley's near shoulder and spoke softly. "Before Madam Czartoryski gets here, do you have any questions?"
 
Chrissy had positioned herself behind Dawn by the time the latter next signaled: "Marco!"

Chrissy replied with a loud shout. "Polo!"

Just as she did, Karen, Josephine's new heir, surfaced next to her and, with a wink, echoed her call. "Polo!"

Cocking her head for Karen to follow, Chrissy swam backward toward the far wall of the pool.

Karen swam after Chrissy and hooked her arm over the end of the pool next to the chef.

"You're guest is quite lovely," Karen said, nodding toward Lacy. "But she doesn't seem too interested in the game. Do you think she'd like it better if it inspired an orgy, or aren't you willing to share?"
 
"She doesn't seem too interested in the game," Karen observed of Chrissy's guest, Lacy Monroe. "Do you think she'd like it better if it inspired an orgy, or aren't you willing to share?"

"Sharing is caring," Chrissy laughed. Then she looked at Lacy, hanging back near the shallow end of the pool. "I can't speak for her, of course, but I get the impression there isn't much that would intimidate her!"
 
"MARCO!" Dawn called out again, her eyes still tightly sealed.

Mary had positioned herself nearly directly in front of her when she replied. "POLO!"

With one more stroke, she placed herself squarely in Dawn's path.

"MAR..." Dawn started to yell when she collided with someone. She opened her eyes to look directly into Deputy Green's lovely face. "... co.... You're it!"
 
Mary had purposely placed herself in Dawn's path, gathering her in her arms when she swam into her.

"You're it!" Dawn declared, in accordance with the rules of the game.

"I'm glad you think so." Mary smiled and planted a passionate kiss on Dawn's lips. Then, laughing, she disentangled herself and swam around Dawn and into the center of the deep end of the pool, noting as she did the positions of the other players. Closing her eyes, Mary shouted.

"MARCO!"
 
It surprised Dawn delightfully how easily she tagged -- grabbed, actually -- Deputy Green. It surprised her more, and even more delightfully, when Mary consummated the resulting transfer of "it" status with a passionate French kiss. Mary then swam away and resumed the game with a shout: "MARCO!"

"Polo," Dawn replied automatically as she dove in the other direction. She swam underwater a way, purposely surfacing next to the manor's newest guest, Lacy Monroe. Using both hands to push her wet hair back from her face while arching her back to emphasize her pert breasts, Dawn then smiled at the publisher. "I'm sorry, Ms. Monroe. You don't seem particularly interested in the game I started. I suppose it interrupted your time with Chrissy."
 
Noticing Dawn emerge from underwater right next to Lacy and start talking to her, Karen turned back to Chrissy. "It looks like Dawn has similar ideas of her own. Perhaps you should get over there and steer things in the right direction."
 
Constantina felt her stomach flutter with the half-certain hope that comes with the prospect of bedding a new lover for the first time. "Panta rhei" Josephine muttered.

"I'm afraid my Latin is a bit rusty my lady." She spoke demurely. Gently caressing her host's face, the psychic Josephine's earlobe and lead her to where Ian had indicated her room was. "I hope you find my ministrations pleasing. It has been far too long since I have "communed" with a spirit like yours.

Approaching Josephine's bedchamber. Constantina partly exposed her host's breast and peppered the silky-skinned orb with tiny kisses.
 
Getting Ready



Josephine moaned audibly when they paused in the hallway while Constantina teased her breasts with her lips.

“And what part of the reading is this?” Josephine giggled when she’d regained her breath. Impatient for more, she gripped Constantina’s hand and led her to the upstairs master suite. “I assume we should face each other in a comfortable place.”

Josephine climbed up onto the huge canopied bed and sat cross legged with her back against the pillows piled against the headboard.

 
Noticing Dawn emerge from underwater right next to Lacy and start talking to her, Karen turned back to Chrissy. "It looks like Dawn has similar ideas of her own. Perhaps you should get over there and steer things in the right direction."

"POLO!" Chrissy, treading water right next to Karen, yelled before diving beneath the surface and swimming well clear of Mary. She surfaced off to one side and saw where Lacy stood with Dawn speaking to her. Chrissy began casually paddling in that direction.
 
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