All language subtitles for Возвращение в Руасси - Movie 1 (1) (1)

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.