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In the last episode, O began to readapt to life outside of Roiss

preparing herself to be weighed and hefted at any moment as an instrument.

Constantly she was reminded of her stay at Roissy.

O noticed that René was attracted to Jacqueline.

O herself felt her desire to seduce Jacqueline growing more each day.

When O was young, she'd been attracted to girls.

so now she had a clear idea of what she was looking for in a woman.

I'm looking forward to introducing you. He was

more concerned with O's introduction to Sir Steven than he was in Jacqueline.

I would like to introduce you to Sir Steven.

Shall we have lunch? - As you wish. I'm yours.

I'll be what you want me to be. - Repeat after me: ...

I belong to both of you.

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

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

O realised that though she loved René she desired his brother.

She was not prepared to obey Sir Stevens request that she caress herself for him.

This was the one act she'd always refused.

Caress yourself for me. - I'll never caress myself for anyone.

She knew, that Sir Steven was now her master and from him she expected no pity.

Now caress yourself. And don't close your legs back together.

Rid me of those dreams. Deliver me.

Take me, so that I have not even the time to dream, I'm unfaithful to you.

What I've read so far in your Story of O

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.

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.

Sir Steven's gone out. He said René will pick you up at six at your studio.

So René had telephoned Sir Steven and not her.

That's for your next visit.

For I have a fondness for habits

and rituals.

O sensed that René sacrificed in order to satisfy Sir Steven.

Sir Steven was the master of René.

That's why he shared everything with him and why he'd given him O.

This time, she had been really given, for good and all.

It was as plain as day.

The phone didn't ring. René didn't call her. Why? What had they said about her?

Sir Steven would be her master until he were to begin to love her.

But René was her only master. What had Sir Steven told him about last night?

You're easy, O.

You love René, but you're easy.

Does René know that you desire every one of the men who desire you?

I love you, René.

Do what you want with me, but don't leave me.

O's love for René and René's love for her had robbed her of every last weapon.

The love had deprived her of those she'd received until then.

OK.

You look like a femme fatale today.

May the miracle last!

OK. Let's go.

Earlier she'd amused herself by tempting the boys who were wild about her.

One of them had attempted suicide.

Promise me not to move?

I love you, O. I can't live without you.

You promise not to move?

I promise.

I never want to see you again.

I don't share your desire, though I understand it.

It's similar to the desire I have for my girl friends.

Or for unknown young women.

But I only slept with you for fun. It was part of the game.

With René, she became acquainted with fear, certitude, anguish and happiness.

She'd become captivated, all over and far down within her.

Tied by bonds her lover would tighten or loosen with a glance.

What do you think of this hat?

What's the occasion? - This director invited me out for dinner.

It looks great. If he doesn't take you he's crazy!

I've got to get going. He said 8 o'clock. It's already 8:15.

8:15 already? - Where's René anyway?

I don't know. He should have been here at 6. Anyway.

Go meet your director. He's gonna love you.

O imagined some other face had held him up.

For he loved O, but he was free. He was so sure of her and so casual.

He had no time to call. If Sir Steven was right about her easiness, then

the more merciful was René to consent to make O the instrument of his desires.

Sorry, I'm late.

Why don't you ever take me or give me orders in front of Sir Steven?

Out of respect. - But I belong to you.

You first of all belong to Sir Steven. His desires concerning you ...

... how have priority over mine.

That's why you only come to me after I've been with Sir Steven.

You know I love you more than ever. I love the object I've made of you.

Sir Steven asked for O up to three times a week.

Sometimes he made her wait almost an hour.

Please take me.

Beg me. - 1 beg you to take me.

I'm opening myself to you completely.

Crawl on your hands and knees.

I'll be dropping you off at Sir Stevens's tonight.

Please, I've been so looking forward to going to the theatre with you tonight.

Can't you ask Sir Steven to switch it to another day?

Little one, don't you finally know that I'm no more your master?

O dared ask me to switch your meeting to another day.

She needs a punishment so severe that she'll never again conceive

of shirking her obligations.

Certainly. - Excuse me.

It came like an inspiration: the convic- tion shot through O, that he loved her.

Sir Steven brought me back and put me to bed himself.

He kissed me before leaving.

I no longer have any desire not to obey Sir Steven.

You now find it necessary and agreeable to be beaten?

Yes, that's true.

It is necessary to me too. I dread beating you myself so much

so that I've never brought myself to doing it, I enjoy your struggles.

And hearing you screams.

O thought René must love to know that while he was not with her,

that she was twisting, groaning, sighing, weeping under the lash

begging to be spared.

This suffering was being inflicted upon her for the sake of his pleasure.

I love you, O.

Hold on, René.

Norah just brought me the key. - 1 didn't want you to have obstacles.

No barrier, I wanted to set up. - That thought would never have occurred to me.

I appreciated the gesture. You've given me free and unlimited access to her.

I will take advantage of it. - Very well then, good-bye.

They're for me? - Yes.

Very little-girllike. - Thanks.

Is René coming to pick you up today? - Yes, he's going to come.

Noone could ever need teach this woman anything: neither to be silent

nor to keep her hands still at her sides, nor to tip her head halfway back.

O was dying to seize a handful of the hair growing on that nape,

to force that docile head all the way back, to trace the line of her eyebrows

with at least one finger.

Stop!

But René would also want to.

René as leaving her free and O abhorred this freedom.

It was worse than any conceivable chain. She was waiting for more than permission.

She was waiting for an order. But it was to come from Sir Steven.

René! - René? No, I don't see him.

But good idea. Let's ring him up.

René please.

I see. thank you. He has to stay at his office for an appointment.

He won't be back for another hour.

O didn't know, why she was so dis- tressed. What could she possibly fear?

After all she'd already undergone everything with Sir Steven.

From now on the reality of night and day will be the same reality.

You no longer have a retreat to yourself. You have only to wait.

The one for whom 1 waits, because 1 awaits him, is already present + master.

Remove your clothes, O.

Sir Steven was a more demanding, but a safer master than René.

René was happy to love her in the form of a slave to Sir Steven. All was well.

She should have put on more perfume. She didn't paint her nipples.

She luckily had her slippers on. The lac- quer on her toenails was starting to chip.

Listen to me.

Since returning from Roissy, have you belonged to another man

... than René and myself? - No.

Have you desired to belong to others, whom you might have met? - No.

do you caress yourself at night or when you're alone? - Never.

Have you female friends whom you might caress? - No.

But there are female friends whom you desire? Well, yes. Jacqueline.

That the word "friend" would be over- doing it. - You met her at the Studio?

Have you photographs of her? - Yes.

Why does Jacqueline please you?

She's so beautiful.

Too beautiful. Like a doll you never dare touch.

I've never spoken to her or approached her.

Because I've never really wanted to.

What O read in his eyes was clear. It was clear to him, that she had read it.

He reddened. If he loved her, would he forgive her for having noticed it?

His blazing gaze quit her eyes, it went down on her hands, on her breasts.

then back to her eyes. She saw a smile upon his mouth.

She dared answer it. But speak, utter a single word? Impossible.

What I'd like to talk to you about is already been decides by René.

A soufflé. - It will require 20 minutes. - Very well. We'll have the soufflés.

I need more than twenty minutes. I'd be happy, if you ... - You know very well

... I obey all your orders. - True. But answer all the same.

I will do what you like. - René knows what I'd like from you. Listen.

When you first came to me I gave you an order which you didn't obey.

Although I slapped you, I have never repeated that order. Will you obey now?

I've something to say to you: René has prepared you very poorly.

I always obey René. - You fail to distinguish between love and obedience.

You're going to obey me without loving me and without my loving you.

O remembered the revolt in her denying the words she had heard ...

... and denying her own desire. She'd been beaten then.

Now she was prepared to obey.

I'll caress myself whenever you ask me to.

You have never in my presence been possessed by René or anyone else.

Do not forget your ring.

If I were to ask you whose irons you are wearing or to whom you belong

how would you answer? - To René and to you.

No, to me. First of all you belong to me. That's René's desire.

Before scheduling the whippings so that the traces will be perpetually visible

there will be a delay. Time enough for you to induce Jacqueline to give in to me.

Why Jacqueline? If you're interested in her, what does it have to do with me?

I want to see you embrace and caress a woman.

But how, even if she were to take a liking to me, am I to get her

to consent to your presence? - There is nothing to it. By betrayal

if necessary. I'm counting on you to get considerably more than that out of her.

I want you to lead her, lure her if you like, into going to Roissy.

It can't be done. - Yes it can. How do you suppose girls are

recruited for Roissy? If you bring her there, no more will be asked of you.

If she wants to leave, she'll leave. Come along.

What about the soufflés? - I want you immediately. Follow me.

Now do for me what I have asked of you.

Go on! Until you come.

O had become captivated by bonds subtler than the finest hair.

Stronger than Gulliver's cables. Was she free? No.

But she was buoyant a cloud-dwelling goddess.

A swift-swimming fish of the deeps, forever doomed to happiness.

Go on. Open it.

You're so sweet. Thanks.

Since she'd met René she'd been bound to him by hairthin ligatures

leaving her powerless. He could loosen them with a glance.

Neither her bad-boy's manners, her few lovers, nor her harshness,

nor even her courage could be of the last service to her.

There are things I'd like to do to you. But it will be a surprise.

And there are things I'd like you to do for me.

Do you agree? - Of course.

Spread your legs under the table.

Whenever I look at you I can think of only one thing.

0, viewed as insulting to Jacqueline an attitude

she found correct and natural when shown to herself.

Did she want to defend Jacqueline or did she want to possess her all by herself.

Don't.

You're smearing my lipstick.

Jacqueline's modest airs were to intrigue O, to excite her desire.

To break down an open door which she couldn't decide to go through.

That's enough.

That this wasn't her own decision was far from Jacqueline's mind.

O found in almost every woman some element of beauty.

She remembered she'd wanted to seduce an ill-tempered little girl.

Simply because of her fine-grained, smooth, absolutely matte skin.

If pleasure had ever lit her ungrateful face, it hadn't been out of thanks to O.

O and her girlfriend had sneaked into a cheap hotel to listen to working whores.

Pervert! You put that away or I'll call the police.

O thought that desire was only the thirst for conquest.

With Jacqueline it was something different.

Can I see you in? - No, thanks a lot.

O liked the idea that Sir Steven would ask about Jacqueline tonight.

She was wearing a shiny grey sweater. - And did she let you touch her breasts?

Yes. - When she shut her eyes, did the lashes brush against your cheek?

Yes. - Did she moan? - Yes. - Describe to me her kiss.

When I kissed her she became heavy, very still.

As though waiting for something in my arms.

She parted her lips, tossed her hair to one side. - Next time,

thrust her up against a doorway or the edge of a table.

Anchor her shoulders. - Yes.

Otherwise she might slither to the floor, without sound.

This is it. The sordid den the gorgeous beast emerges from every morning.

I've got a present for you.

Occasionally Jacqueline had this an involuntary smile. Similar to a cat's smile.

And like a cat's, indecisive and fleeting.

O was familiar with it and knew it meant that her mouth wished to surrender.

Only two things could produce this smile. First the gifts

and second was evidence that she had aroused desire in someone.

Provided, that this someone might be useful to her or flattered her.

This filthy rich ex-boyfriend of mine gave it to me. - It's beautiful.

So what went wrong?

I refused to move in with him and he refused to marry me. So I left him.

That's too bad. - I was with him because he made me feel desired.

So I had no real regrets.

Why didn't you want to move in with him? - Living with a lover that's losing face.

Losing one's chance for a future. That has to do with my mother.

With Nathalie's father. That's impossible.

Who is Nathalie? - My half-sister. My mother had this short affair.

Which resulted in her birth.

She's 15 now. I only see her during her vacations. She goes to boarding school.

I've never seen her father. But he pays for her.

He send my mother enough allowance to cover her mediocre.

For her it's paradise. It almost covers it, to tell the truth.

There's my two aunts and the maid. All my money once

I've invested in clothes and cosmetics vanishes into the family's piggy bank.

And then vanishes into who knows where or what.

What about your father? - My father? I can barely remember him.

He was a demon. A Baltic sailor who disappeared in a mysterious expedition

in the polar ice-floes. He's the only one I look alike.

I've got his hair and cheeks. And his green eyes. He's the one thing

I'm grateful to my mother for. I don't mind living in this dump.

It's living with my family that gets to me.

Let me talk to René.

We invent something to give the im- pression you're moving in with a friend.

Living with a lover, no way. But living with you, that's another story.

After all, René's not officially moved in? - Not enough

to jeopardise the fiction that you're not living with a lover.

She wants to move in with us. - O's doing a good job.

She's to get the mother's permission. That's not difficult. - I hope not.

Little dove. Have some tea.

My friend O wants to talk to you tomorrow. - Why, what's wrong?

Nothing. She's invited me to share her apartment. Her place is very nice.

We'll split the costs. I told her, she'd have to ask you.

There's no bathroom in you room. Use mine. We can share meals, make up,

perfumes, everything.

Tonight we celebrate.

Nice bed table.

Don't open it. - Why not?

René told me not to.

He keeps some things in there. - How mysterious. Aren't you curious?

Sure. But I respect his privacy.

Excuse me.

I forgot something.

Have a nice evening.

You sure he won't be back?

She couldn't send her to Sir Steven. O had to possess her at any price.

Even if that meant surrendering her to Sir Steven.

Don't tire me out. I've to get up early tomorrow.

I have a screen test in half an hour!

Jacqueline slept in my bed last night. - Very good.

Did you elicit any reaction? - Yes, three times.

And you? - She spent hours kissing my entire body.

I tried to keep myself from coming to enjoy it.

And you don't do that with me? - I'm only concerned with your pleasure.

May I ask who's speaking? Mr. Dupont. I'm sorry.

He's unable to take your call. Thank you.

Climb onto the desk. I want you on hands and knees.

Wait 'til I'm finished, Norah. Then you can dress her.

Come in.

What do you want? - Am I disturbing you?

The only thing disturbing me is that I did not call for you. What do you want?

Norah frightens me. - I should hope so. And when you wear

my marks and my irons, you'll have much better reason to fear her.

What mark? What irons? I already wear this ring.

All that is Anne-Marie's affair. I've promised to show you to her.

Who is Anne-Marie? - Shall we go see her after lunch?

She's one of my friends. I've promised to show you to her.

I've never introduced you to my friends. When Anne-Marie is finished with you

I'll give you reasons for being afraid of Norah.

May I? - By all means. - Let me see you.

Front and back. Take off your clothes.

That will be much better.

Take off your stockings.

Look, my dear. Look at your legs. You will spoil them

by wearing those elastic garters. Who told you to do that.

The young chap, who gave her to me. You know the one. René.

He'll certainly concur in your view. - 1 will give you a pair of stockings.

And a corset to hold them up. Buta stout corset to affect your waist-line.

She'll be much better when her waist is entirely reduced. Also, if you haven't

the time to undress her, the corset won't be an inconvenience.

O's waist and belly dug into by the pressure of the battens which in front,

reached down almost to her pubis, lea- ving free the entirety of her buttocks.

Bend down over the hassock.

Raise your rump and spread your legs.

This was how they open the gills of fish at the market.

Or the mouth of horses to show you the teeth.

Hello Marquis. My name is O.

Look at him. His teeth biting into the bridal.

His shiny black lips. His nostrils flaring.

Look! The elegance of his neck.

His long straight back.

0, would you like to learn to ride?

You can get up now, O, and get dresses.

Bring her to me whenever you like. I'll be at Samois in 2 days. That'll be fine.

In 10 days, if that suits you, Anne Marie.

Regarding Jacqueline, it would be easy to tell her it was all René's idea.

O was reminded of a thought which had been tormenting her for some time.

Had René given her to Sir Steven because he didn't love her anymore?

What was going to happen if he didn't love her anymore?

When the chauffeur left, O suddenly doubted René's love.

She had to confront him immediately.

You can go now. Please show her in.

O, what's the matter?

I was dreadfully afraid that you don't love me anymore.

All of a sudden, just out of the blue?

Yes, in the car coming back from ... - From where?

But I know, silly thing. From Anne-Marie's apartment.

And you're going to Samois in ten days. Sir Steven's just phoned me.

I don't care what they do to me. As long as you love me.

Tell me you still do.

My sweetest little creature. I do love you. But I want you ...

to obey me and you don't or not well.

There's the corset.

Have you told Jacqueline that you belong to Sir Steven?

Have you talked to her about Roissy? - No, not yet.

She accepts my caresses, but the day she knows that I

It's true. You're more attractive when your waist is trimmed down.

It struck O that it had been such a long time since he'd taken her.

Deep down inside her she had doubted whether he still wanted her.

In this she found a proof of his love.

You're stupid not to talk to Jacqueline. We need her in Roissy.

The easiest way would be for you to lead her there.

Perhaps it doesn't matter. When you come back from Samois

your true condition will speak for itself.

You'll no longer be able to hide anything from her.

There is at any rate one thing you're going to tell her right away.

That I'm in love with her. - And is it true?

I want to have her. If you don't do it, I'll do it myself.

Roissy. She'd never agree. - Then, she'll end up landing there by force.

I got the part. - You did?!

In the vampire movie? - I leave in 5 days. We're shooting for 6 weeks.

Congratulations.

René's going to visit his parents next week. - Why don't you go with him?

He never takes me along with him. - You will enjoy your solitude.

Jacqueline. René's in love with you.

A month earlier, O had been horrified at this idea.

Now O repeated René's last remarks to herself, and was happy.