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In the last episode, O was initiated to the rules of Wasi, to the dress she was

to wear, and to the whips which would punish her.

The thought of Renee sustained her and gave her the strength to obey him with

devotion.

The only rule she had trouble submitting to was the rule forbidding her to look

the men in the face.

Now kneel down.

Caress me.

Kiss me.

When O first met Renee, how could she have suspected the complexity and the

contradiction of the feelings he would provoke within her?

As her lover prostituted her before his own eyes, she felt debased and guilty,

fearing he would leave her for having moaned with such pleasure while being

taken by a stranger.

As the days passed and the rituals of Roissy set in, Oh was slowly and sweetly

forgetting the reality of the outside world.

Last night, three men took me all at the same time.

You, Monique, open her up and put it in her.

Each step of O's initiation was preparing her to perform what was really

her one and only duty, to let herself be used.

Rid me of these dreams.

Deliver me.

Take me so that I have not even the time to dream I am unfaithful to you.

What I have read so far in your story of old is the most fiercely intense love

letter a man could ever hope to receive.

It's also a fairy tale for adults.

A dream.

It's more than a dream.

You've got to understand.

Love is no joke.

There's no freedom in it.

Damn the freedom.

You're a dreamer.

My love, listen and live my dreams.

If you dare.

During her first days at Wasi, O felt herself in constant danger.

So compelling was her curiosity about faces.

You'll be punished.

And I'll let you look forward to it.

Don't worry.

I'll choose the most humiliating moment possible.

No matter how cruelly they treated her when the men had made up their minds to

do so, she never had the courage or cowardice to throw herself at

their knees.

The chains and the silence which ought to have sealed her isolated self within

twenty impenetrable walls, to have asphyxiated her, strangled her,

hadn't. To the contrary, they'd been her deliverance, liberating her from

herself.

Bend down Bend

further

It's

the largest size

Ritualistically soiled by saliva and sperm, by sweat mingled with her own

O sensed herself to be the vessel of impurity, the gutter mentioned in the

scripture.

But those parts of her body the most continually offended, having become more

sensitive, seemed to her to have become, at the same time more lovely, more

noble.

That you're doubly open.

I promise.

I'll make certain you remain so.

I'm leaving tonight.

Don't forget me.

I'll never forget the hand that blindfolds me.

Or the whip that lashes me.

You're the chain above my bed.

The stranger that chews my womb.

All the voices that give me orders are your voice.

Then you're not becoming weary.

No, never.

I would like to have you whipped.

And this time, I'll ask your permission.

Will you agree?

Slowly, Rene was taking old chains off.

I need to hear you say it.

Will you agree?

I beg you to whip me, my love.

Or you won't be dining with the others tonight.

I'd like you to get ready now.

You won't be needing that.

To say that O began to await her lover the minute he left is a vast

understatement.

The men treated her worse than before.

Had she sinned?

Or had her lover left her so that the very people he had loaned her to would

feel freer to do as they pleased with her?

Bo had never greeted the darkness with such joy.

She blessed it in the chains that bore her away from herself.

Please, come with me.

O didn't care what they wanted from her, thinking only that there was still five

days and five nights to go before Renee would come back.

O never found out why Pierre was the only man in the chateau to be overly

to her.

You'll be blindfolded for the whippings.

And you'll never see who comes here.

In the hot semi -darkness, O soon lost all track of time.

No sound intruded.

There was no longer any day or night.

The light never went out.

Bo wondered whether her lover was aware of the pain, the tortures to which he

had delivered her.

Was he the one who had decided what they would be?

lost track of who the men were or how many, and never were her blindly

hands and lips able to identify who they were touching.

Thus O lost track of the tortures and screams which were smothered by the

thick walls of the dungeon.

Suddenly time no longer stood still.

You're to get dressed now.

We're leaving.

O found out that the Master's presence, her nakedness, and her nocturnal chains

destroyed her assurance, which she could only regain when in clothes.

O didn't know if she finally felt freed, or if she felt something was missing.

One of them is yours.

Choose one.

That O felt she had been ennobled and gained in dignity through being

prostituted was a source of surprise.

And yet dignity was indeed the right term.

Home sweet home.

To begin with, you mustn't think of yourself as free.

From now on that is.

You're not free.

But you are free in one sense.

And only in one.

You may stop loving me and leave me immediately.

But if you do love me, then you're not free at all.

Oh, call this her good fortune.

He was happy that Renee wanted to prove to himself that she belonged to him.

But she did see his naivete in failing to realize that the degree to which he

possessed her lay beyond the scope of any proof.

In order to hear what I'm saying, I want you right away

to unlock your knees and unfold your arms.

Or maybe he did realize it and only wanted to emphasize it because he

a certain pleasure out of it.

That's not wide enough.

I want you to be constantly and immediately accessible to me.

That means two things.

The first one, you learned at Wati.

You'll remember at all times that you have lost all right to privacy or

concealment.

And as a reminder, in our presence, you will never

close your lips completely or cross your legs or

press your knees together.

Today, You'll go through your dresser and adjust your wardrobe to my needs.

No belts, bras, or panties.

You're to go to your tailor to make new clothes.

Will I also be going to work in clothes adjusted to your needs?

Yes.

If someone notices, explain however you like.

That is not my concern.

You might think these signs of your accessibility mean very little.

But you're wrong.

You will discover that this continual effort of attention will

continually remind you of the reality of your condition.

I have more to tell you, but I prefer to wait a few days.

Next time you sit down to listen to me, I want you to be dressed the way you

should be.

You'll find all the money you need in the top drawer of the desk.

I love you.

I love you too.

You must never look a man in the face.

Not even me.

Oh.

I love you.

I'll be off now, Miss O.

See you tomorrow, Mrs. Brown.

Have a nice day.

Hello?

It's me.

Has the cleaning woman left yet?

Yes.

She just served me breakfast.

She won't be back till tomorrow.

Have you started going through your things?

I was about to.

But I got a late start, didn't finish my bath till noon.

Are you dressed?

No, I'm in my nightgown.

Set the receiver down and listen to me.

Take off your nightgown.

Hello? Are you naked?

Yes.

Where are you calling from?

You've still got your ring on.

Of course.

I want you to stay naked until I return.

And meanwhile, put the things you're discarding into a suitcase.

O was alone, her sole spectator.

And yet, never had she felt herself more totally committed to a will which was

not her own, more totally a slave, and more content to be

so.

Madam, are you sure you don't want me to call my wife?

No. You've always done a fine job.

Do you understand what I want?

Yes, I do.

Two or three dresses that burn up the front with white skirts, and two or

silk blouses, which also burn up the front, of course.

Exactly.

Oh, also, arrange the slips so they open together with the unbuttoning of the

skirt.

One last thing.

If you could arrange some brassieres which hook in front, between the

with a nice hole outlining my nipples, so they can breathe.

Breathe? That's right.

Fine. I should have your order by next week.

I'll take care of that personally.

Hello?

Fine, how about you? Where on earth have you been?

Thanks for the slippers, though.

In the country.

It was beautiful.

Am I interrupting something?

I can call you back at a more convenient moment if you want.

What about these sweaters, though?

I told you to get rid of them.

Oh, uh, hold on.

Ah, they're warm.

And I can roll them up.

I've tried.

If you insist.

So what's up?

I'm glad you're back. The models have been screaming for your gentle touch.

No one understood how you could leave during the show.

I'll be at the agency tomorrow.

Okay, Jasmine, come in. We'll do a test on you.

All right, sit down to two o 'clock.

Okay, that's enough.

What's gotten into her?

Must be her mystery vacation.

You've never seen anything like it.

She's another woman.

I don't see any difference.

Hmm.

Maybe you are right.

She does seem a bit different.

Hi, I'm Jacqueline, Grace Goldman from Starz.

Okay, you don't need a test.

You shouldn't wear garters. You're gonna ruin your legs.

It's practical.

Practical? For what?

I don't like garter belts.

What?

You'll do just fine. Go.

Finish your hair.

Touch up her makeup.

Take a breath.

Touch explosion.

Beautiful.

Good.

That's it for the week.

When Jacqueline raised her arms, O could smell the pungent, somewhat vegetable

odor and wondered what perfume Jacqueline should be wearing.

What perfume they'd give Jacqueline to wear.

Excuse me.

I have to undress.

I'm sorry.

The next day, O took home the prints made the day before, not knowing whether

she did or didn't desire to show them to her lover.

May I have a look?

Charming. I was just passing by. I wanted to ask you to show me those shots

took.

But I guess this isn't the moment.

To tell you the truth, I left the shots at home.

Well, some other time, then. Why, mademoiselle?

That's quite all right.

Please.

Don't go.

Really.

Renée Jacqueline.

Jacqueline Renée, my boyfriend.

O gazed at Jacqueline and sensed Renée gazing at her too.

O told herself that no one could possibly resist the desire to drink of

green and stirring waters under the frosty lashes, nor to rip off that

camisole to lay hands on her full breasts.

O had a fairly clear idea of what she was looking for in the young women she

pursued.

Why lock the door?

I want to see you undress.

But you've seen me undress at the beach.

Hundreds of times.

That's not the same.

What about you?

It's the wrong day of the month

O would just about never allow the girl she was caressing to caress her.

For O loved, passionately loved, to see a face become transformed by

that mist, which renders faces so smooth and so youthful.

The power O acknowledged her girlfriend to have over her was also the guarantee

of her own power over men.

And what she asked of women, she was happy that men demand of her.

Thus was she simultaneously the accomplice of both women and men, and

to gain with each.

She excites you.

I like that.

And so will somebody else I know.

Jacqueline, would you like to join us for a drink?

Rene, I didn't even realize you were here.

Sure, I'd love to.

Hello. It's me.

I'd say Oath is ready for you now, as you'll ever be.

I'm glad to hear that.

In that case, I'd like to invite you both to lunch tomorrow.

That'll be fine.

I'm looking forward to introducing you.

And I think we may even have another possibility to work on.

A friend of hers.

Very beautiful.

I admire beauty, but what I want...

I understand.

By the way, I took your advice about that deal in Liechtenstein.

It turned out quite nicely.

Don't you worry about a thing for tomorrow afternoon, Rayleigh. I'm sure

everything will be just fine.

So am I.

I'd like you to join me and a friend for lunch.

A car will be sent to pick you up.

Dress entirely in black and take care to make up and perfume yourself exactly

the way you did at Wasi.

Be ready at one.

O found it very strange to be free and alone after her bath, and now

meticulously making herself up as that wasi.

At Troissy, O had learned not to be in a hurry.

She perfumed herself three times, each time letting the perfume dry on her

It had a dry wood, somewhat wild plant odor.

The mist melted upon her skin, hanging in tiny droplets.

Be careful not to wrinkle your dress Oh Felt

the cold leather and metal against her skin and didn't dare sit all the way

at first Dreading that if she did she would give in to the temptation to cross

one leg over the other

Oh

I would like to introduce you to Sir Stephen.

Shall we have lunch?

As you wish.

O felt herself being weighed and hefted for the instrument she very well knew

she was.

Such hands are made for irons.

Iron suits you admirably.

I've always wanted a necklace of those black stones.

But without diamonds.

A tight -fitting necklace.

A choker.

Oh asked herself if she would have exchanged the collars they gave her now.

Would she have exchanged them for the hematite necklace?

The choker.

The one she cherished in her adolescence dreams.

I'd like some ice cream and coffee.

Ice cream, yes.

Coffee, no.

I'd like you to join me for coffee at my home.

Only I've dismissed the chauffeur.

René. Could you drive?

I think the simplest thing would be to go straight to my place.

O wondered when she would discover how to lift her skirts at the same moment

sat down so that nobody would notice.

So she could forget her nakedness.

I would simply like you to listen to me.

I don't suppose René has ever spoken to you of his family.

Before wedding his father, René's mother was married to an Englishman who had a

son by a first marriage.

I'm that son.

I was brought up by René's mother until the day she left my father.

And though, strictly speaking, I am in no way related to Rene, we

are brothers after a fashion.

Rene loves you.

I know it.

It's enough to see the way he looks at you.

This ring you're wearing gives me the right to do as I please with you.

But what we want from you is far more serious.

I say we, because I'm speaking on both our behalves.

Between the two of us, what belongs to me has always been his.

And, contrary -wise, will you consent to common

ownership?

Before answering, consider me as another form of your lover.

You will always have one single master.

A somewhat more redoubtable master.

For I have a fondness for habits.

Sir Stephen's words and glances were penetrating the middle of O's body and

nailing her naked and attentive loins to the warm chair.

He was certain that the object of his habits and ritual was going to be the

possession of, amongst other parts of her body, the long thighs which were

hidden under her black skirt and that already beforehand were open.

Will you answer me now?

Or would you like me to tell you a little more?

If you give your consent, I myself will explain Sir Stephen's preferences to

you. My expectations, rather.

Oh, realized they wanted to have her talk today.

And in so many plain words, accept what up till then only her silence had

accepted.

I'm yours.

I'll be what you want me to be.

No.

You're to be ours.

Repeat it after me.

I belong to both of you.

I will be what both of you want me to be.

I belong to both of you.

I'll be what both of you want me to be.

You acknowledge my and Sir Stephen's right to dispose of your body.

In whatever manner we please.

They were asking O to say yes in advance.

To everything to which she did want to say yes.

But to which her body was saying no.

For to be honest, all she could think of was the moment Sir Stephen would touch

his hands.

Or perhaps his lips.

To hers.

Oh, was horrified lest Renee detect in her eyes what he might consider a

betrayal.

Fear is so becoming to her.

I agree to whatever the two of you may want.

I would like to know if I'll be whipped.

Sometimes.

We will keep you in chains.

Whip you like a slave and ignore your pleadings.

Even if I consent to it now, even if I give my promise now, I won't be able to

bear it.

But we're asking you to undergo it now, to consent now, ahead of time.

Later, if you scream, if you beg for mercy, it will be in vain.

Have pity on me not again no more of that answer

Do you consent

I

Acknowledge your and sir Stephen's right to dispose of my body

in whatever manner you please

O was reminded of a curious Victorian engraving named family discipline.

Spread your legs.

More. He was exposing her, opening her secret parts the way one opens the mouth

of a horse and exhibits the teeth to show that the animal is young enough.

The flesh on the inner side of her thighs is particularly soft.

We've arranged her.

so that now she's perfectly distended.

I had that done expressly with the thought of how much you'd enjoy having

hole you prefer.

Always available.

And easy.

If you like, I'll leave its use entirely to you.

Why, gladly.

That's very nice.

Though I fear that, as stretched as it appears to be, there is some danger I

tear her to a certain degree.

O belongs to you now.

She'll be happy to be torn to a certain degree.

The mere idea that Renee could deprive himself of some part of her had left O

thunderstruck.

She had perceived the indication of a tendency, that perhaps she meant less to

her lover than did Sir Stephen.

was hurled into a fit of shame, so violent, so unexpected, that the

desire she had for Sir Stephen vanished, and she began to long for the lash of

the deliverance.

I'll leave you to Sir Stephen.

You belong to him now.

Stay as you are.

He'll send you back.

When he wishes.

In the civilized library, O was aware of the towering absurdity of the posture

she was in.

Waiting all by herself, motionless, O felt more exposed and more

prostituted in the solitude and in the waiting than she had felt when the two

men had been there in the room.

Get up from where you're kneeling.

And sit down.

No, thank you.

These were the selfsame hands, tough and insistent.

which had laid hold of her body, the hands which she now dreaded and

hoped for.

Remove your tunic.

She detested her own desire.

She detested Sir Stephen for the control he was exerting over himself.

She wanted him to love her there was the truth Toy

with your nipples

Caress

them just a bit You

have to use a darker Rouge

The one you have there is too light.

No, no, don't.

Oh, wondered what was preventing Sir Stephen from approaching his mouth.

Why didn't he advance his hand towards the nipples he had wished to see stiffen

and which she felt tremble with each breath she drew?

Her nipples responded by stiffening further.

What was this for Sir Stephen?

A sort of game?

A procedure to test the excellence and proper functioning of a machine?

Take off your skirt.

It wasn't the caress of her lips he was seeking, but the depths of her throat.

O felt the gag of flesh swell and harden until it choked her,

and still he thrust, the repeated coming and going bringing tears

to her eyes.

You are easy, oh.

You love Rene.

But you're easy.

I wonder whether Rene is aware that you desire every one of the men who desire

you.

That in sending you to Huasi, or in giving you to others, he's

providing you with ready -made alibis for your own easiness.

I love Renée.

Do you?

I dare say you do.

You love Renée.

But you yearn for others.

Myself, for example.

Her gaze at Sir Stephen was tantamount to a confession.

Now caress yourself And don't close your

legs back together

Once, I was caressing myself like this in the office where I work.

I thought there was no one else there.

But the boss suddenly walked in and caught me red -handed.

Did he run away?

No.

He asked me to go ahead and start again.

He locked the door and had me take off my panties.

And move the chair over by the window.

Oh, come on.

Caress yourself for me.

No, never.

And I'll never caress myself in front of anyone else either.

You see, when your lover asks you to.

No, never.

I can't.

I can't.

Am I to take that for obedience?

I have something to say

to you.

I'm afraid Rene has prepared you very poorly.

I always obey Rene. You fail to distinguish.

Between love and obedience You're

going to obey me without loving me and without my loving you

She screamed

from loathing and revulsion as much as from pain and he knew it

She knew it too

She knew she was beaten and that it pleased him to force her to scream.

Your gashed flesh will go on burning you, so long as your behind refuses to

accommodate itself to me.

I do intend to take full advantage of Rene's generosity.

You have consented to be Rene's slave and mine, but I don't think you realize

what you have involved yourself in.

And by the time you find out, it will be too late for you to escape.

O told herself that with the determined resistance she for her part hardly

intended to put up, it would also perhaps be too late for him to

avoid becoming enamored of his work and end up loving her a little.

He expected no pity.

But was there absolutely no hope of wresting some affection from him?

And so he had been able to dig his hands and his sex into her.

But he did deign to touch his lips to her fingertips.

All O's inward resistance and the timid refusal she dared manifest had

but one object.

In some, however slight degree, she wished to exist for Sir Stephen.

the way he existed for Rene.

Because she clearly saw that Rene loved Sir Stephen with the passion young boys

have for grown -up boys.

And because she sensed that Rene would only love her as long as Sir Stephen

thought she was worth the effort.

At Roissy, Rene had been the master, but now he was no

longer.

Far from it.