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o-1968

An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Thirteen

When the gong sounded, old Cyril looked up from the glass of Port that he had been drinking and said, “Oh jolly good! A slave walk is about to begin. That’s always a good show; let’s go watch it!” His grandnephew, Cecil, Faustine, and Geard and Anais all got up and followed the old man into the great hall. There they were joined by the other diners in the restaurant, Masters who had been in the library, various valets and the slaves that were on duty elsewhere in the Chateau.

Faustine nudged Cecil and said, “Do you know what this is about?” He shook his head and she turned to Anais, “Do you?” She said, “No idea.” Then a group of figures came into view. The first was a woman of indeterminate age, nicely dressed and carrying a riding crop in her right hand. Gerad leaned over and said to Anais and Faustine, “That’s Anne Marie, the day to day manager of the Chateau.” Behind Anne Marie was another nicely dressed woman, much younger than Anne Maroe and not he least bit comely. She had a leash in her right and was pulling along a nude girl at the other end of the leash. Faustine’s eyes widened when she saw how the leash was attached – not to the leather collar around the girl’s neck, but rather to a heavy ring that pierced her labia.

When Anais saw the girl, she remembered seeing her before. She said out loud, “I recognize that girl. She was one of our waitresses when Gerard brought me here before. She said that her lover had her labia pierced with that ring so that she could wear his insignia there. She said she belonged to him, body and soul.”

Old Cyril interrupted, saying, “Yes, she was Louis’ property, but he married that Spanish woman and now she is the property of the family, nit just of a single individual.”

“Oh, how humiliating to be led like that!” said Anais. “Where are they taking her?”

“Likely to be flogged,” said Gerard. ”To remind her of her status as a slave.”

Cecil, Anais, and Faustine all had nonplussed looks on their faces, but Faustine secretly knew she was wet and aroused by the sight.

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Monthly Recap

Well, another long, hot month is over. And our story was mostly about happenings at Roissy with a very short detour to Mons, Belgium. Let’s have a short recap, shall we:

At Roissy Jeanne is going to be disciplined by her new “owner,’ Maria Louisa, who recently married Jeanne’s longtime lover/Master. Of course, Anne Marie will do everything possible to make a spectacle of it, ensuring humiliation is a part of Jeanne’s punishment. What next for poor Jeanne?

We saw a couple of new characters arrive at Chateau Roissy – old fat Cyril’s grandnephew, Cecil Sait Claire and his date, Faustine. Faustine just happens to be a classmate of another young girl, Anais, and her ‘date.’ Gerard, the younger brother of Etienne. It seems that there may be some issues between the girl, but before we could find out any further information, a gong sounded signifying a ‘slave walk.’ Will seeing Jeanne on the walk lead to conflict between Anais and Faustine?

Meanwhile in an upper suite at the Chateau, Ari and Zoe are quite busy. And Ari tells her about how he had his former lover/slave crucified. Does Ari have any regrets about it?

Turning away from Roissy, we found out that Colonel T.J. Grey’s tour of duty at NATO/SHAPE is ending. T.J. must either accept an assignment to the Defense Intelligence Agency or retire. His German secretary Gudrun has asked him over for dinner to discuss his options. Does she have ulterior motives?

And we had various photos of cute cats, fairy tale-like castles and branding irons. What more could a girl want? 😊

i hope You enjoyed my little stories and photos and will come back later for more ‘Stories of O.’

Hope to see You next month.

Love, O

o-1968

An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Twelve

When Anais and Faustine got back to the table, Faustine sat there, silently, sulking. Little Quay came over and said, “Would mademoiselle like for me to pour her some more wine?” Faustine looked at her and looked at the lace-like covering of the top of Quy’s dress. She noticed that beneath the lace, there was nothing to the dress and Quy’s brown nipples were visible. Then she looked over at Binh and noticed her nipples were also visible beneath the lace of her dress. She thought to herself, “Hmmm, no bras. Perhaps Anais was correct. Perhaps the women who are our waitresses are prostitutes, but as ‘foreigners’ they have probably been trafficked here.” (Never mind that both Quy and Binh were born in France to immigrants).

The three men’s conversation had moved on to the situation in Iran, and they were largely ignoring Faustine and Anais, who had noticed the look on Faustine’s face and whispered, “See I told you so.”

Faustine replied, “But they probably didn’t choose to be here, nor are they likely to be the lovers of any man I see here.”

Anais sighed. She tapped Gerard on the sleeve and said, “Would you ask one of the girls to bring the ‘Album’ over. I think Faustine would like to see it.” Old Cyril heard the remark and waved Quy over, saying, “Please bring the mademoiselle the album.” Quy curtsied and scurried away.

She returned momentarily with a heavy, embossed leather album and placed it in front of Faustine.

Remember, Each girl who came to Roissy – whether as a personal slave or one of the free prostitutes had her photograph taken – in fact several photos – for the ‘Album’ as it was called. Each girl had a ‘page’ in the album with a photo of her face and one or two others showing her figure, partially unclothed or more likely completely nude. Most of the photos were in relatively good taste, but some were quite obscene.

Faustine opened the book. There on the first page in four languages were the words: “Welcome to Chateau Roissy. Following are photos and text about our slaves. If you wish one to be your companion, just ask. She will not refuse.” After reading this, she looked over at Cyril and said, “It refers to slaves. Are the women here really slaves?”

Gerard interrupted, “No, of course not in the sense you mean. No woman is being held here against her will. All the women here came willingly.”

Faustine then casually flipped through the pages of the album. She first noticed the entry for Quy. There was the photo of her face, then one in the same type of dress that she was wearing today, and one of her completely nude, taken from the rear, with Quy looking over her shoulder and a coy look on her face. Faustine remarked, “Why, here is the page for our waitress.” Hearing this, Quy grinned and said, “Yes. It’s me.”

Anais then began flipping pages as Faustine watched. She found the page she wanted, pointed to it and said to Faustine, “Here we are. This is the page for a girl called O. Look at her photos and read what it says about her.” Again, a head shot, and a photo of O in a dress like the one Quy was wearing. And then one of her completely nude, staring straight ahead, her feet slightly spread, with the heavy ring piercing her labia and the pendant hanging from it clearly visible. Faustine read aloud what it said about the girl in the photo. “Here is O, slave to Sir Stephen, pierced and branded, well trained mouth, should be whipped.”

When Faustine finished reading, Anais said, “There are others like that. It’s not that uncommon here.”

But before she could say anything else, there was the sound of a loud gong.

o-1968

An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Eleven

Meanwhile in Anne Marie’s quarters: Anne Marie looked at Jeanne who was completely naked, save for the leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles. Her hands were bound behind her back using those bracelets, and a dog leash had been attached to the heavy ring that pierced Jeanne’s labia. Maria Louisa held the other end of the leash in her hand. Anne Marie took the riding crop in her hand and made circles around Jeanne’s left nipple with it, causing the nipple to further stiffen.

The Anne Marie spoke, “This is how a slave should look – naked and in complete control of the person who owns them. Don’t you agree, Maria Louisa?”

The horse--faced Spanish woman replied, “I agree, but you said I must demonstrate my ability to also punish as well as control.”

“Yes, I did,” said Anne Marie. Then, slightly tapping the end of the crop on Jeanne’s right nipple, she said, “Jeanne, tell your Mistress what is going to happen next.”

Jeanne , who had tears streaming down her face, causing streaks in her makeup, didn’t- couldn’t- answer at first. Anne Marie then used the crop to slap her breast hard, causing an immediate red welt on Jeanne’s ample bosom, and said in a harsh voice, “Tell your Mistress what is going to happen next!”

Jeanne gulped and said softly, “ I’m going to be led to the Blue Room, bound, and be punished - whipped.”

“How and where are you to be whipped?” said Anne Marie. “Tell her!”

“I’ll be led to the dais and laid down on the platform there. My hands will be attached to an iron ring set at the head of the platform. Then my ankles will be attached to the posts at the other end of the platform.”

Anne Marie interrupted, “What does this do- tying your ankles to the posts?”

Jeanne replied, “It makes me spread my legs and…” Jeanne stopped. “I can’t…” She began sobbing loudly.

Anne Marie reached out as quick as a snake and slapped Jeanne across her face, saying, “You stupid whore! I’ll tell you what will happen! Your legs will be spread open, baring your sex with the heavy ring hanging from it. Then you’ll be whipped! Whipped between your widespread thighs. Whipped on your lower belly, inner thighs, and most importantly, your sex! You’ll be whipped on that very thing that marks you as a woman. Whipped like the slave and whore that you are. You’ll beg for mercy, beg for the whipping to stop. But it won’t. It won’t until your Mistress wants it to!”

Anne Marie stopped shouting at Jeanne and composed herself. Then turning too Maria Louisa, she continued, “But before the punishment, there is humiliation. You’ll lead Jeanne down the hallway, across the main vestibule to the Blue Room. Yvette will have the valet’s ring a loud gong to call out all the other slaves to watch Jeanne being pulled along on the leash. She’ll be led like an animal, except the leash is attached to her most intimate body part.”

Little Yvette called the valet’s station to have the gong rung, then opened the door leading to the great hallway. Anne Marie looked at Maria Louisa and Jeanne and said, “Let’s go; I’ll lead the way.”

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Albert Roelofs - The paintress and her model in the studio (1906)

o-1968

An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Ten

After Gerard and Anais joined old Cyril, his nephew Cecil, and Faustine at their table, Cyril waved Quy over. He told the girl, “Two more bottles of your finest wine, my dear. A chardonnay and a bottle of Port.” Then he winked at Anais and said, “You young people enjoy the white; the Port is for me.” Gerard said, “May as well bring me a scotch.” Quy did what she considered a curtesy and went to get the wine.

Faustine watched the little Vietnamese girl scurry away in her 18th Century style dress and remarked to no one in particular, “Doesn’t she look out of place in that outfit? A clash of cultures, so to speak.”

Cyril replied, “It’s traditional here, my dear. The outfits, I mean. Besides, they are practical, if you know what I mean.”

And Anais thought to herself, “Faustine, you know absolutely nothing about the traditions here.”

Quy brought the wine and poured a glass of the chardonnay for each of the women and Cecil. She then sat a tumbler of scotch in front of Gerard and placed the bottle of Port beside Cyril. Cyril said, “To us, then,” and everyone took a drink. A short silence ensued, then Cyril broke the silence by saying, “Gerard, what do you and Cecil think about that American president and his tariffs? Will that affect your brother’s business much, Gerard?” The men then began talking among themselves, basically ignoring Anais and Faustine, who silently sipped their wine.

After a bit Faustine said, “I need to use the ladies room.” Gerard chuckled and said, “Anais will show you where it is.” As both girls were walking away from the table, Faustine whispered to Anais, “You seem upset with me. Is it because I disagreed with your thesis in class? I mean, your premise was so false. No woman would agree to become a sex slave. All those poor women who become slaves are trafficked involuntarily.”

Once inside the restroom, Anais pointed to a Turkish toilet in the corner that has mirrors all around it. She said, “Look at that. When you squat, you see yourself, your privates. All reflected in the mirrors. That is the toilet the wait staff must use. You think they do so voluntarily? Just imagine that little Vietnamese girl who is our waitress squaring down, seeing herself. You think she wants to see that. No. It’s imposed on her.”

Faustine gave a puzzled look. “I’m not sure I understand. Do you mean our waitresses are sex slaves?”

“Yes. Along with the other women here dressed like them. And it’s much worse for the ones they call personal slaves. They are whipped almost daily. AND they chose to be here to please their lovers.” Anais paused, then, “Just like my thesis that you made fun of.”

“I’m just not sure I believe you,” said Faustine.

“Oh, you little twit! When we go back to the table, ask Cecil’s uncle to show you the ‘album.’ Then you’ll see what I mean.”

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o-1968

An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Nine

Faustine had approached the table where Anais and Gerard were seated in the “public” restaurant of Chateau with her date, Cecil and his great uncle Cyril following in her wake. She said, “ Hello, Anais. It’s me -Faustine. Remember, we had a couple of classes together at school.”

Anais peered over the top of her glasses that she really didn’t need but wore to give her an intellectual appearance, or so she thought. After a deliberate pause, she said without any sign of warmth, “ Of course I remember you. I’m a little surprised to see you here, though.” As she said this, Anais was thinking to herself, “Of course I recognize you, you wanna be bohemian bitch. You loudly disagreed with my interpretation of the novel, ‘His Property,.’ It was an assigned read in our erotic literature class at the Sorbonne. My thesis was about why and how a woman might willingly become a slave, basically a sex slave, to the man she loved. The professor was so impressed that he asked me to read it aloud, but you interrupted and said it was a false premise. No woman would agree to do that. You have absolutely no idea what a girl would agree to in order to please her lover. Don’t you know what this place is?”

As Anais was thinking this, old Cyril said to Gerard, “Gerard, please let me introduce my great nephew Cecil Saint Claire. He is spending the summer with me. And, obviously, this is Faustine…” Before he could finish, Faustine interrupted, “So good to meet you, Gerard. And Anais, good to see you again.”

Cyril ignored her, instead focusing his gaze on Anais ample bust seemingly trying to escape from the low cut dress she was wearing. He said, “Condolences to your brother on his recent loss. Won’t you and Anais please join us at our table. I’ve just ordered a bottle of good wine and will gladly order another.”

Gerard replied, “Well she had been ill for awhile. Always, a bit sickly in truth.” He paused, glanced at Anais and said, “Yes. I guess we could join you if we wouldn’t be intruding.” Gerard was thinking, “Old Cyril is a Senior Master. It wouldn’t be wise to decline his invitation.”

“There is always room for pretty women at my table,” said Cyril.

As both couples followed Cyril to his table, Faustine said to Anais, “What a pretty dress. It fits your body so well.”

Anais replied, “Yours also.” But to herself, she thought, “You flat chested little twit. You wouldn’t know a nicely fitting dress if it bit you. I’m astounded that you even have a dress suitable for a nice restaurant, especially this one. And I wonder how you hooked up with that nerdy guy. It’s obvious he knows nothing of this place.” She paused, then added a thought, “Nor do you.”

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o-1968

Slave Markings

Slaves have been marked as such since Antiquity. The slaves of Roissy are no different and have been marked since at least the 18th Century. Even today the ‘free prostitutes’ who come to Roissy receive a mark after being at the Chateau for a period of time. A discrete, blue ‘R’ in dainty script is tattooed on their bodies to identify them as Society property. It is usually applied on a part of the body that is not overly visible, should the prostitute later leave the Chateau.

Personal slaves of Society Masters are marked differently, according to the wishes of a girl’s Master. It might be a larger tattoo applied where it is visible to all. Or it may be a more intimate one. Piercings are quite popular, as is the case of Bayu whose inner labia bear the initials of a man who used to use her when she was at the Jade Zyng. Rings or studs in a nipple are popular. And a girl’s labia might be pierced with a ring on which her Master’s insignia might be hung. Some rings are quite large and the insignia heavy like the ones for O and Jeanne. Or her clitoris might be pierced so that she is constantly aware of her status as a slave. Or even a more intimate place might be pierced; remember Julianne and Dani have their cervix pierced.

But rings may be removed and tattoos erased, so there is the ultimate marking – a brand. Only a select few present day slaves have been branded, O, Doutzen, Julianne, Uta, and a couple of others. But it was quite popular in the latter 1800's and early part of the last century. Examples from the Chateau archives illustrate this.

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Ship's cat Chiclet watches the harbour during her watch on the museum tanker Mary A. Whalen (1938)

o-1968

Ari Tells Zoe about Doutzen: Part Five

Zoe let out a small yelp when Ari pushed one of his fingers into her anus, as he said, “I had always enjoyed taking Doutzen here. Of course, she allowed it, but I knew she never enjoyed it; she said she found it humiliating. That made it better for me. He pushed deeper as Zoe squirmed. “What about you, Zoe? Do you like it when Axel takes you this way?” Zoe didn’t/couldn’t answer, so Ari said, “No matter, Continue with your mouth.”

As she did, Ari continued to tell her about what Anne Marie had said. “Anne Marie had shown me a black dildo that was about 50 centimeters in length. She said we could use this as a type of cornu. That would certainly add to Doutzen’s agony while she is hanging on the cross. I asked her to explain, and she said that she would have a hole drilled in the upright post of the cross at a 45 degree angle. The hole would be large enough to accommodate a pole passing thru it with the dildo attached to the end. She would ensure that Doutzen’s rectum was thoroughly lubricated so that the dildo could enter into her. With such a length she would be impaled on the dildo, it would remain in her even when she tried to pull herself up so that she could catch her breath. ‘The trick is to make sure that he hole is drilled at the proper height – about level with her hips when she is hanging completely. I really should measure her to make sure it’s done correctly.’ I replied, ‘Let’s go to her cell right now and do the measuring.’

“I Doutzen’s cell, I found her to be as defiant as ever. When Anne Marie told her that I intended to hang her on a cross, naked in front of an audience, Doutzen spat at us and said, ‘I don’t care. Do it!’ Anne Marie then told Doutzen to lie on the floor while she took out a measuring tape. When Doutzen asked why, Anne Marie told her. Doutzen’s face blanched, but still, she wouldn’t agree to let me be with other women.

“ I hate to admit it, but I lost my cool then. I was sure that when Anne Marie told her that not only would she be hung on a cross, but also impaled on a dildo, she would relent. But Doutzen was stubborn to the end. I turned to Anne Marie and said, ‘After you measure her, tell all the valets, they make take her all night, but with two caveats. Under no circumstances may she be allowed to come. And I want her whipped on every inch of her body.’ Anne Marie said, ‘Of course, but I ask that we not do the crucifixion for a couple of days. I would like to put the word out so that there will be an audience of the Masters and any guests that they may wish to bring. Besides, I think that being here in her cell, being abused and tormented by the valets, and knowing what is in store for her for a day or two will only add to her trauma.’ I thought for only a moment, before saying that I agreed.

“The next two days must have been pure hell for Doutzen. Her time was divided into being brutally used by the valets and being flogged by them. Anne Marie had a camera set up in the dungeon cell, just like all the dungeon cells, so that I could watch. I watched her being tied spread eagle so that she could be flogged on her sex and lower belly, then her breasts and buttocks. I watched the bruises and welts rise and redden. And Anne Marie put out the word that a spectacle would be taking place.”

o-1968

Cecil and Faustine, Back Story

We have seen that a girl named Faustine is having lunch with a boy named Cecil who is the great nephew of old, fat Cyril, a recurring character in our blog. But what do we really know about them? Perhaps a little of their back stories is appropriate.

Regular followers of this blog are familiar with Cyril Saint Claire, often referred to as ‘Old, fat Cyril.’ He is a Senior Master of the Society of Roissy, most senior in both age and time in the Society, having joined in the late 1950’s shortly after he emigrated from England to France. Although he has a flat in the 15th arrondissement, he spends most of his time at the Chateau where he is usually inebriated on red wine. At over eighty years of age, he seldom has actual sex with the slaves but is a degenerate lecher still.

Cecil Saint Claire is old Cyril’s great nephew, the grandson of Manfred Sait Claire, Cyril’s older brother and son of Leslie Sait Claire, a London banker. When we meet Cecil, he is in the summer after his second year at Oxford. Cecil is smart, but shy and rather nerdy. Leslie remembers old Cyril from his youth and recalls his own father referring to Cyril as the family’s Black Sheep. ‘A scoundrel’ is how his own brother referred to him after one Christmas get-together. But Leslie thought his uncle was quite sophisticated, what with living in Paris and saying he belonged to some sort of secret society. Therefore, he thought it might be good for his son to spend some time with the old man. Leslie thought to himself, “Perhaps Uncle Cyril can bring Cecil out of his shell.”

And then we have Faustine. She is a young -early twenties- Parisian who is a part time student at the Sorbonne, where she evidently had a couple of classes with Anais. Faustine fancies herself as somewhat of a nonconformist rebel against her bourgeois parents. She insisted on leaving her parents home and has her own apartment on the left Bank.

Faustine has a slender build, usually wearing jeans and a tattered sweatshirt without a bra. She has a round face with startling gray eyes and a short, boyish haircut for her dark brown hair. When she isn’t in school, Faustine works as a clerk in a shop that specialized in ‘Punk’ clothing.

Faustine met Cecil in a café where he was sitting eating a croissant. She tho7ght he looked nerdy, but cute and interesting. She made the first approach saying, “Is this seat taken?” This flustered Cecil who said, “Oh no. Please.”

That was almost a month ago. Things have progressed from there, with Faustine arranging to ‘accidently’ run into Cecil several times at the Café. Finally, he took the hint and asked her out after telling Cyril he had met a girl and wanted to take her somewhere that would impress her.

Old Cyril, devious as ever, had suggested he take her to Chateau Roissy, the seat of the secret society he belonged to. He had told Cecil, “It’s quite exclusive. I will have to accompany you.” He paused, then, “Oh, and tell your young woman to dress nicely.”

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