I asked the driver to go back, Mr. Stephen said, Are you driving well, René? I think the easiest way is to go directly to my house
After passing the intersection of Oma, you can see the bare shadows of trees behind the palace, and the dry Concorde Square with white light. There are thick dark clouds gathered above it, but it has not snowed yet.
At this moment, O heard a click
With a sound, then the hot air rises from under the legs: Mr. Stephen turned on the switch of the heating in the car
René began to drive along the right bank of the Seine River, and then turned to the left bank in Port Royal: Between the stone railings on both sides, the river looked like a stone, dark, and I remember that iron ore was also the dark color
One of her best friend when she was fifteen years old had worn an iron ore ring with a small cluster of diamonds on it
Her girlfriend was already thirty years old at the time, but O still fell in love with her
O hopes to get a necklace made of black stone, without diamonds, simple shape, maybe a necklace that tightly hangs its neck
However, would she prefer to use this black stone collar, the black stone in her dream, to exchange for the collar they gave her?
──No, in fact, the collar was not given to her by them
In O's fantasy world, the scene of the past in life emerged, the ugly room Marian took her to, and it was next to Tebigao Road
O recalled how Marian untied her two student-style braids—it was her braid, not Marian’s—how she took off her clothes and put her on a large iron bed. How charming Marian looked when she caressed her. She found that human eyes were really as bright as stars—her eyes looked like twinkling blue stars.
René stopped the car
O did not recognize this small street, only know that it was a cross street connecting University Road and Lily Road.
Mr. Stephen's residence is at the end of the courtyard and occupies one side of the old private house. All rooms are lined up one by one, the innermost one is the largest and the most comfortable one. The furniture is made of dark British mahogany and covered with light yellow and gray covers.
I don't ask you to take care of the fireplace, Mr. Stephen said to O, but this sofa is for you, please sit down, René will go to make coffee. If I am lucky enough to ask you to listen to what I must say to you below, I will be grateful
The large light-colored Damascus sofa was placed on the right side of the fireplace, looking towards the window, from which you can see the garden and the courtyard
O took off his fur coat and placed it on the back of the sofa. When she turned around, she found that his lover and host Mr. Stephen were standing there, waiting for her to formally accept Mr. Stephen's invitation.
She put the bag next to her coat and unbuttoned the gloves
When will she learn to lift her skirt with movements that others are not easy to detect so that she can not attract other people's attention, so that she can forget that she is naked under the coat and that she will forget her status of submission?
No, she can't do this anyway
Finally, she finally gave up on this meaningless effort
Mr. Stephen was fiddling with the wood burning in the fireplace at this moment. René suddenly walked behind the sofa, grabbed O's throat and hair with both hands, pressed her head on the back of the sofa and kissed her lips. The kiss was deep and long. She held her breath and felt something melting and burning in her body.
He let go, just to tell her that he loves her, and another long kiss will come next
O's hands made a gesture of forgetfulness without realizing it, with palms facing upwards and quietly spreading on her black skirt that bloomed like petals. At this time, Mr. Stephen walked over.
When she finally finished her passionate kiss from Tongrené and opened her eyes, she saw the grey and fearless gaze of the British man.
O was stunned and very embarrassed, because she was still immersed in joy. Despite this, she could see that he admired her and that he was very eager to get her.
Who can resist her half-open, half-closed, moist and plump lips, who can resist her neck that looks snowy white against the black collar of the servant jacket, and her big, bright, persistent and straightforward eyes?
However, Mr. Stephen did nothing but moves other than gently sliding his fingers over her eyebrows and then putting them on her lips. He walked to the other side of the fireplace and sat down facing O, when René was already in an armchair, and Mr. Stephen began to speak
I think René probably never talked to you about his family, he said, but you may know that his mother had married an Englishman before marrying his father. This Englishman had a son, and I was that son. She raised me until she left my father. So although René and I were not relatives, they were brothers in a sense René loved you. I have no doubt about this. Even if he didn't tell me, I would know that even if he didn't do anything, just look at the look he stared at you, you will understand it.
I also know that you are one of those girls who have been in Rosie, and I think you will go back there
In principle, the ring you wear has given me the right to do everything I am willing to do to you, just as all men who know what it means
But that's not enough, we expect you to have much more than that
I said 'we' because as you can see, René said nothing: He would rather let me speak on behalf of both of us
If we are brothers, then I am brothers, and I am ten years older than him, the relationship between us is absolutely free. We have always had such an agreement: everything that belongs to me also belongs to him; everything that belongs to him also belongs to me. Do you agree to participate?
I beg you to do this and ask you to swear for it, because it is far from enough to just obey passively, and I know that we can trust you until you give your answer, you will still be like in the past, as in the past, with only one master, a more terrible master I promise you, I am a more terrible master than all those men you have dedicated themselves to them in Rossi, because I will be present every day, and in addition, I particularly love certain ways and rituals... (This last short sentence he said in English)
Mr. Stephen's calm and confident voice shook in an absolute silence, and even the burst of firewood burning in the fireplace was quiet.
O frozen on the sofa, like a butterfly nailed by a steel needle. The steel needle composed of words and lines of sight penetrated her body, pressing her naked body heavily on the warm silk screen, unable to move at all.
She is no longer the master of her breasts, arms and neck
She knew very well that the ways and rituals he mentioned clearly meant the possession of her slender legs, her slender legs, those legs that had been separated without realizing it
Two men sat there, facing her, René was smoking, but before lighting the cigarette, he lit up one among the lamps covering the black lampshade. It could suck away the smoke, and a cool night air drifted in the clear air of the already burning firewood.
You're giving me an answer now, or would you like to know more about the situation? Mr. Stephen asked
If you agree, René said, I will explain Mr. Stephen’s hobbies to you separately
Yes, Mr. Stephen corrected him
O was thinking that the most difficult thing was not that she agreed. She knew clearly that none of them had a second doubt, thinking that she would refuse, and she herself never thought she would refuse.
The most difficult thing is to say this, her lips burned, her mouth was dry, and there was no drop of saliva. The double pain of fear and desire made her throat tight, and her hands, which had just recovered from consciousness, became cold and wet.
I want to close my eyes, but she can't. She stared at her eyes with her eyes, the kind of sight she couldn't avoid and didn't intend to avoid
They pulled her back to the situations that had been left behind in her mind for a long time, perhaps because of the deeds that had been lost, and then to the things that happened in Rossi, because since she returned home from there, René gave her only caresses.
That ring, which represents her symbol of any person who knows the secret, did not bring any changes to her life: perhaps because she has never met anyone who knows the secret; perhaps because those who know the secret remain silent
The only person who made her suspicious was Jacklyn (but if Jacklyn had been to Rosie, why didn't she wear such a ring? Besides, even if Jacklyn knew this secret, what could she do to O?)
In order to answer, she should at least be able to move, but at this moment she could not do anything according to her free will - one of their orders could make her stand up immediately, but what they demanded from her was not blind obedience, nor silent obedience to the orders. What they demanded from her this time was a pre-recognition of these orders, a personal judgment of themselves as slaves, and a personal hand in hand, which was the promise they hoped to get from her
She remembers herself besides I love you and I am yours
Apart from these two sentences, I never said anything else to René
It seems that what they want her to say and agree today is to ask her to specifically say what she has so far is just a default thing.
She finally straightened herself, just as what was about to be said would suffocate her, she untied the hook on the top of her tights until her cleavage was revealed, and then she stood up with her hands and knees trembling constantly
I'm yours, she finally said this to René, no matter what you tell me, I will do it
He interrupted her, it was our repetition of my words: I belong to you, no matter what you both ask me to do
Mr. Stephen's sharp gray eyes stared at her motionlessly, and René stared at her motionlessly, and O felt lost in René's gaze, she just repeated what he asked her to say word by word, just like in French class, she changed all the sentence into the first person
You grant Mr. Stephen and me the following rights… These rights include: the right to choose anywhere, to dispose of her body in any way; the right to tie her into a chain; the right to whip her like a slave or a prisoner for the slightest negligence or merely for their pleasure; the right to ignore her pleas and weep when she cries out
I believe, René said, at this moment, Mr. Stephen would be willing to briefly introduce his request, and you and I agree with this
O Di listened to her lover's words, and all the words he said to her in Rossi returned to her heart: they were almost the same words
But she still listened to him and felt that all this was not true, like a dream, as if she was not her, maybe she didn't exist at all
It was a dream, or a nightmare, the prison-style facilities, the large dinner robe, the men wearing masks: all this took her away from her own in life, and reached the illusion where I don't know when it will last.
There, in Rossi, she felt the feeling you would have at night, lost in the dream you had experienced, and now this dream began again: it did exist, it would end; you hope it would end, because you are not sure you can tolerate it; and you hope it will continue, so you will know the end of things
Okay, the ending is here, the ending appears in the place she least expects (or no longer expects), and appears in the way she least expects (assuming she told herself that this is indeed the final ending, and there will be no other ending hidden behind it, and there will be no ending after this ending)
Now this ending awakens her from memory and returns to reality
In addition, this closed small circle, the reality in this private world, suddenly destroys all her daily habits and environments, both outside and inside
This reality is no longer satisfied with signs and symbols - the naked buttocks, open brass, iron rings - but requires realization
One thing is true, that is, René never whipped her with his own hands, and the relationship between them was only one difference before he took her to Rossi and after she returned home, that is, now he used her uterus (he still continues to use it) with her hips and mouth
She would never know if the routine whipping she received in Rosie was once performed by him (if there is such a possibility, because sometimes her eyes were covered, or sometimes the man who whipped her was masked), but she was deeply suspicious of this.
He was always able to get great joy from her body's restraint and complete submission, from her hopeless struggle, from her sob scene, and she believed it, because she thought it was impossible for him to do it himself, because he would never distract him from it.
It seemed that he had agreed to this on behalf of O--he half-lying in the deep armchair, crossing his legs comfortably, and said to her in an extremely elegant and gentle tone: He felt very happy because he could give herself to Mr. Stephen's will and desires, or because she could give herself to Mr. Stephen's will and desires.
Whenever Mr. Stephen wants to invite her to spend a good night or meet at his house for only an hour; no matter where he wants her to accompany him outside of Paris, or somewhere in Paris; no matter what he invites her to a restaurant or to see a show, he will call her directly and send a car to pick her up--unless René himself pick her up
Today, at this moment, it's her turn to speak
Did she agree with the above agreement?
But she couldn't even say a word
The answer they asked her to give at this moment meant that she would agree to give herself completely, and that she would agree in advance to everything that might happen in the future
As for what was about to happen, she was quite sure that she was willing to say it from the bottom of her heart.
Yes, but her body would say no, at least in enduring the whipping
As for other aspects of the matter, by heart, she had to admit that Mr. Stephen's eyes aroused a feeling of anxiety and excitement within her, a feeling of nervousness and trembling due to temptation.
She was trembling like a leaf in the wind. Perhaps because she was trembling, she knew that she was even more impatient than Mr. Stephen, looking forward to the arrival of that moment, looking forward to the arrival of his hand, perhaps the moment when his lips were put on her, and perhaps whether it could accelerate this moment was all up to her.
No matter how courageous she was, how surging her desire was, when she was about to give her final answer, she suddenly felt all her strength leaving her. She slid from the sofa to the floor, and her skirt spread out like a balloon.
In the midst of silence, Mr. Stephen's empty voice sounded, and he commented: She was scared
He said not to her, but to René
O has a feeling: Mr. Stephen is holding back his actions against her, and he has begun to regret his repression of himself.
However, she finally avoided his gaze and stared at René, for she was afraid that René would see her look at Mr. Stephen, and regarded this look as a betrayal to him
However, this is by no means a betrayal, because if they allowed her to make a choice between the desires of subordinate to Mr. Stephen and subordinate to René, she would say without hesitation: The only reason why she succumbed to the former desire was that René allowed her to do so, and to some extent she thought he was ordering her to do so
Despite this, there was still a hint of hesitation in her heart. She didn't know if René would be angry because she accepted Mr. Stephen so quickly and easily.
Even if he made the slightest statement, he could immediately eliminate her hesitation, but he did not express anything at all, and just asked her to answer again. This was the third time
So she said in a vague way: No matter what you two want to do, I agree. After that, she lowered her eyes and stared at her hands spread between her knees. She asked in a stuttering manner: I want to know if I will be whipped
After a long silence, during this period, she regretted twenty times that she asked this question
Then she heard Mr. Stephen say sternly: It will be constantly
Then O heard the sound of matches and the sound of the cups clashing: these two men might have added another cup of whiskey.
René accepted her decision so much, and René didn't say a word
Even if I agree now, she said, even if I agree now, I still can't stand this
All we ask for is to accept it, if you cry or groan, as we promised in advance, it would be useless Mr. Stephen continued
Oh, please pity me, don't do this! O said, Mr. Stephen stood up, and René stood up, bent down and grabbed her shoulders
Give us your answer, he said, do you agree or not?
Finally she agreed
René gently lifted her off the floor, and then he sat down on the large sofa, letting her kneel beside him facing the sofa, her outstretched arms, her upper body and head leaned against the sofa
She closed her eyes, and a scene she had seen several years ago flashed through her mind: it was a strange painting, with a woman kneeling in front of an armchair, exactly the same as her current position
The floor was made of square bricks, and in a corner of the room, a dog was playing with the same child, the woman's skirt was lifted up, and not far behind her, a man in a standing posture was waving a bunch of whips to whip her, all wearing sixteenth-century costumes
The title of the painting once made her feel disgusted: Family Law
René's hand grabbed her wrists like iron pliers, and lifted her skirt with the other hand, she could feel the lining of the cotton cloth rubbing against her neck.
He gently stroked her hips, as if he wanted to attract Mr. Stephen's attention, and let him appreciate the two small depressions that colored her, and the softness between her legs
Then he pressed her waist with this hand to make her hips more prominent and ordered her to spread her knees a little wider
She obeyed without saying a word, and the boast of René on her body, the reaction of Mr. Stephen, and the rude men's words, suddenly made her so strong and unexpectedly overwhelmed by shame, that the little bit of her hope that she had lived in Cute was lost, and she began to look forward to the use of whipping as a relief, as if only pain and crying could be justified in defense of herself
However, Mr. Stephen's hand simply opened her hips and then entered, exited, entered again, and touched her until she could no longer moan, her moan meant that she was conquered, destroyed, and completely humiliated
I leave you to Mr. Stephen, said René, just keep this position and he will let you go when he thinks it is appropriate
In Rossi, there were countless times when she kept this posture, kneeling there, handing herself to one person or all, but there her hands were always locked together by bracelets, and she was a happy prisoner, and everything was imposed on her, and nothing was obtained by her consent
However, here, it was her own free will that kept her half-naked, and to make her stand up or cover her up, just a simple gesture would be enough.
Her promise was tightly bound by her like a leather collar and chain. Could it be that it was just an ordinary promise?
No matter what kind of humiliation she received, or rather because of the humiliation she received, because of her thorough taming, and because of her openness to herself in such a submissive way, did she not contain some kind of happiness?
When René left, Mr. Stephen kept sending him to the gate, and O waited there alone and motionlessly. This waiting made her feel lonely and betrayed by her body that she had never felt before.
The gray-yellow silk face of the sofa made her feel very smooth. Through the nylon stockings, she felt that the wool carpet under her knees was very thick, and the heat emitted from the fireplace could be felt on the side of her left leg. The three logs that Mr. Stephen added were lit and crackling. On the chest of cabinets, an ancient bell was walking quietly, and apart from that, it was silent.
O listened carefully, thinking to himself: How ridiculous his posture is in such a civilized and elegant room
Through the blinds, you can hear the noise of Paris burnout after midnight. On the next day, tomorrow morning, can she still recognize the place on the sofa cushion where she put her cheek on it?
Will she come to this living room during the day in the future?
Will she be treated the same here?
It is obvious that Mr. Stephen is not in a hurry to come back, and O, who had waited so obediently in Rosie for countless times to come and get their happiness. Now when she thinks of one or ten minutes, he will touch her body with his hands, but feels something in his chest blocked, but the process of things is not exactly the same as she thinks.
She heard him opening the door and walking through the room
He stood there and observed O for a while, and then in a whispering voice, she stood up and sat back on the sofa again.
This was too unexpected. She felt embarrassed, but she did as he said
He politely brought her a glass of whiskey and a cigarette, and she refused both of them.
At this time, she discovered that he was wearing a yukata, a very conservative gray coarse yukata - the same color as his gray hair, his hands were long and dry, his flat nails were cut short, and they looked unusually pale
When the two of them met, O's face turned red: This was indeed the hands that had grabbed her body, the hands she was afraid and thinking about at the moment.
But he didn't mean to get close to her
I want to ask you to take off all your clothes, he said, but, just unbutton your jacket first, don't have to stand up
O untied those huge golden garment hooks and took off the tight jacket, and then she placed it on the other end of the sofa, where her coat, gloves and leather bag were already placed.
Now stroke your own nipples, gently, Mr. Stephen continued, you must use darker rouge, their colors are too light
Resting all over her body against the back of the sofa, O stroked her nipples with her fingers, feeling them hard quickly, and she stood up, she covered them with her palms
Oh, no! Mr. Stephen said
She retracted her hand and leaned back on the back of the sofa: Compared to her slender torso, her breasts looked heavy, and her bulging curves were very elegant. Her neck was leaning against the back of the sofa, and her hands were placed on both sides of her thighs.
Why didn't Mr. Stephen bend down and put his lips against hers?
Why didn't his hands reach out to the nipples that he watched them hard?
Although she sat there motionless, she could still feel her nipples trembling with her breathing
He came over and sat on the armrest of the sofa, but he didn't touch her. He was smoking.
Suddenly, his hand was handed down-O would never know if this was intentional--something that was still scorching between her breasts
She had a feeling: he wanted to humiliate her, with his contempt, with his silence, with an alienated attitude
However, not long ago, he still longed for her, and he still longed for her at the moment. She could see this from the tightness of the yukata made of soft fabrics.
Then let him take her away and let him hurt her to the fullest!
O hates himself because of his desires, and hates him because of his self-control shown by Mr. Stephen
She wanted him to love her, yes, that's the truth: she really wanted to see him angry with her impulse, this impulse is the impulse to touch her lips, the impulse to penetrate her body, if necessary, even the impulse to ravage her, and not want to see his calm and self-centered appearance
In Rossi, she did not care at all about the feeling of those who used her body: they were nothing but her lovers to obtain happiness from her, and everything she did made her the kind of person he wanted her to be, as smooth, easy and gentle as a stone
Their hands are his hands, their orders are his orders
But here, everything became very different, and René transferred her to Mr. Stephen, and knew very well that he wanted to share her with him, and not to get more from her, nor to get happiness from the practice of giving her to others, but to share his favorite things with Mr. Stephen
It is undoubtedly like in the past days, when they were all young, sharing a trip, a yacht or a horse together
At this moment, this sharing means much more to René’s relationship with Mr. Stephen than to his relationship with her
What they searched for from her in the future would be just the marks left by each other on her, the marks of the other's behavior
Just now, when she knelt half naked in front of René, and Mr. Stephen spread her legs with his hands, René had explained to him carefully why O's buttocks were easily accessible and why he was pleased with the preparation: because he suddenly realized that Mr. Stephen would be able to use this most beloved Condo as he wished.
He even said that if Mr. Stephen was happy, he would give it to him alone
Why not, I am happy to obey Mr. Stephen said, but he made a special statement that although these agreements are good, he may still borrow O for a while
O is yours, Rene replied, O will be happy to be borrowed by you and said so, he leaned over to her and kissed her hand
When O thought that René could partly give up her, this thought was like a bolt from the blue for O. She thought that this showed that her lover's attention to Mr. Stephen was more than his attention to her.
Although he repeatedly told her that the reason why he loved her was that she was turned into an object by him, she loved her absolute openness to him, she loved her absolute freedom to deal with her, that kind of freedom that was like disposing of a piece of furniture at will, that kind of freedom that could be kept for oneself, that kind of freedom that could be paid more to oneself
But she found that she didn't quite believe his words
She also saw another sign of René's conscience or respect for Mr. Stephen, that was, at one time, that René was so eager to see her body pressed under someone else or being whipped, and whenever he saw her mouth moaning or crying, and her eyes full of tears closed by pain, his eyes were always so affectionate, and always burning with gratitude that had never diminished; and now he had left her, and after showing her everything to Mr. Stephen, he had opened his horse's mouth and proved to others that he was young enough, and after proving to him that she was beautiful enough, or rather, after proving to him that she was suitable for his needs, and after he accepted her, he had left her with confidence
No matter how offensive and insulting all this, O is still deeply in love with René
She considered herself lucky because she had enough importance in his mind to make him wish to be happy from offending her, just as the devout believers thanked God for making them humble.
But in Mr. Stephen, she discovered a will like ice and iron that would not be shaken by desire
No matter how charming and obedient she is, she is still absolutely worthless on this balance of will.
At least so far, why would she feel so scared?
In her opinion, neither the whip on Rosie's servant's belt nor the chains that had been put on her, it seemed even more terrible than the calm that Mr. Stephen stared at her breasts but controlled himself not to touch it.
She felt that under the gaze of this focused, calm and deep gaze, her tiny shoulders and slim body looked particularly fragile
She couldn't help but tremble, feeling that she was almost suffocating
It is useless to expect that Mr. Stephen is softened with this fragility. She knew very well that the reality was the opposite: the gentleness and obedience she gave him could bring caress and harm; it could attract lips and nails.
She remembered that Mr. Stephen had gently rubbed her nipples with the middle fingertip of his right hand holding a cigarette, and the nipples were obediently hard. This was a game for Mr. Stephen, or just a game introduction, and nothing else was left.
Or, this action can be regarded as a test, using the way people check whether a machine is running normally.
O is sure of this
Mr. Stephen sat on the armrest of the chair without moving, and asked her to take off her skirt. O's wet fingers made the buttons slip. As a result, she did it twice before she unbuttoned the black sand petticoat inside the skirt.
After she completely stripped off her clothes, her high-heeled leather shoes and black nylon stockings rolled to her knees set off the elegant lines of her calf and the snow-white complexion of her thighs
At this time, Mr. Stephen stood up, held her waist with one hand, and pushed her toward the sofa. He made her kneel on the ground, lean her back against the sofa, pressing her shoulders instead of her waist tightly against the sofa, and then spread her legs a little apart, her hands on her ankles, her abdomen exposed, and above her erect breasts, her throat tilted backward
She dared not look at Mr. Stephen's face, but she saw his hand unbuttoning the belt
She was still kneeling when he stepped on O, and he grabbed the back of her neck and inserted it into her mouth. It seemed that what he was looking for was not the caress of her lips, but the depths of her throat
He worked for a long time, and O felt the suffocating body swelling and hardening, and it slowly and repeatedly hammered her tears and she burst into tears.
In order to get into her more thoroughly, Mr. Stephen simply knelt on the sofa, his knees pressed against both sides of her cheeks, and for a moment his hips sat on her breasts
She felt her uterus burning, and the useless cursed uterus burning in her body
Although Mr. Stephen seemed very happy and was intoxicated in her body for a long time, he did not allow himself to reach a happy orgasm, but silently retreated from her, stood up again, and did not close his yukata.
You are so naughty, O, he said to her, You love René, but you are lewd, can't René see that you are greedy and long for all men who want you? Don't he understand that sending you to Rosie or handing you over to others is just an excuse to cover up your lust?
I love René O replied
You love René, but you desire me more than others. Mr. Stephen continued
Yes, this is true, I really long for him
But even if René knew this, what would happen?
All she could do was keep silent, lower her eyes and look straight into Mr. Stephen's eyes was equivalent to confessing to it
Then Mr. Stephen bowed and grabbed her shoulders and made her lie on the carpet
She lay on her back, her legs curled up, and Mr. Stephen sat on the sofa she had just leaned over, grabbed her right knee and pulled her toward him
As her face rushes to the fireplace, the fire from the fireplace shines on her curled groin and hips
Mr. Stephen did not let go, but suddenly ordered her to touch herself, not allowing her to put her legs together
O was stunned at first, then began to extend his right hand obediently, and his fingers touched the clitoris that was already bulging from the pubic hair, just where the delicate labia of her lower body met.
But her hand shrank back, and she stuttered: I can't
In fact, she really can't do this. The only time she secretly caressed herself in her life was on the warm and dark bed at home. She was sleeping alone, but she had never tried this method to reach orgasm.
Later, she sometimes climaxed in her sleep and woke up disappointedly, because this kind of thing always made her nervous and flew away
Mr. Stephen stared at her motionlessly
She couldn't stand it anymore and muttered again: I can't, and then closed her eyes
A past that will never be forgotten in her mind. To this day, whenever she thinks of this, she will feel the same strong disgust as she did back then. It was the first time she saw someone do this. She was only fifteen years old, and it was Marian who was deeply trapped in the leather chair in the hotel room: Marian put one leg on the armrest of the chair and her head on the armrest of the other side. She caressed herself in front of O, and kept moaning.
Marian also mentioned something like this: One day she was caressing herself in the office like this, thinking that she was the only one. Suddenly, her boss walked in by chance and happened to see what she was doing.
O see Marian's office, an empty room with light green walls, faint light coming in from the dusty windows on the north, where there is only an easy chair for visitors, placed opposite the desk
You slipped away quickly? O ask her
No, Marian replied, he asked me to do it again, this time he locked the door, he asked me to take off my underwear and push the chair to the window
O thought Marian was very brave at that time. She admired Marian very much and was afraid of her.
At that time, she firmly refused to caress herself in front of Marianne, and sweared that she would never do it in front of anyone.
Marian smiled disapprovingly and said: Let's see, wait until your lover asks you to do it.
René never asked her to do this, would she obey if he asked?
Yes, of course she would, but she was very scared when she thought of the disgusting feeling she felt in front of Marianne.
And because this is Mr. Stephen’s request, things seem even more ridiculous
She didn't care if Mr. Stephen would feel sick about it, but she couldn't do it.
So she murmured for the third time: I can't
Although her voice was as low as a whisper, he still heard it. He ignored her anymore, just stood up, put the hem of the yukata together, and ordered O to stand up.
Is this your obedience? He said
He grabbed her wrists with his left hand and slapped her in the face with his right hand.
She shook, if he hadn't been holding her tightly, she would have fallen to the ground long ago
Kneel down and listened, he said, I have to say that, it seems that René's training for you is still far from the requirements
I always obey René, she stumbles
You are confusing love and obedience. You must obey me and not love me, and I do not have to love you.
After hearing this, O felt a strange feeling of disgust and a storm of resistance arise in her chest. She silently denies every word she hears in her heart, denies her own promises about obedience and acceptance of slavery, denies the promises she has made, denies her own desires, denies the nakedness of her body, her sweat, her trembling limbs and the darkness around her eyes
When he leaned down, he put his elbow on the floor, put his head between his arms, raised his hips, forced into her body from behind, and clenched her teeth angrily as he had mentioned that he would do.
The first time she didn't scream
He entered again, this time even more violent, making her scream
Her scream was both because of pain and resistance. It seemed that he knew this completely in his heart.
She also knew that he was happy to force her to scream, because it meant she was conquered by him
After he was done, he helped her stand up, and before letting her go, he said to her that what he shot into her would turn into blood, slowly oozing out of the wounds he had put on her body, which would keep burning her, the only exception was when her hips were for him to use.
He will have to enforce it all in his own way
René has given him the right to use this special way of use against her, and he is undoubtedly willing to exercise it fully, and she should not have any illusions about it.
He reminded her that she had agreed to be René's slave, so she was also his slave, but she didn't seem to know very well - or hadn't realized it consciously - what her promises included
When she figured out this, it was too late to escape.
While listening to him, O said to himself in his heart: For him, it would probably be too late to escape from his obsession with her.
She didn't plan to be tamed by him anytime soon, and when she was tamed, he would learn how to love her
There is one exception between her inner resistance and her timid refusal that she dares to show, and only this exception: She hopes to leave a shy image for herself in Mr. Stephen’s mind, just as she left an impression on René, and hopes that he will feel more about her than she just desires to get her
It was not because she fell in love with him, but because she knew in her heart that René loved Mr. Stephen with the enthusiasm of a boy to love his brother, and she thought he was ready to give her to Mr. Stephen when necessary, and to do his best to satisfy him.
She had an intuition that she would never be wrong: René would learn from Mr. Stephen and try to learn his behavior. If Mr. Stephen showed his intention to look down on her, René would be hurt by this.
No matter how much he loves her, he will be hurt by the harm he has never suffered before, or even the harm he has never dreamed of, which is the harm that Rosie's men cannot give him.
This is because in Rossi, for her, he was the master, and after he handed her over to the men, their opinion of her was from him
Here, he is no longer the master, but rather Mr. Stephen is the master of René
René himself did not fully realize this. In other words, René admired him, wanted to catch up with him, and compete with him.
This is why he wants to share everything with him, and why he gave O to him: it is obvious that she has been dedicated to him without reservation
René may continue to love her, as long as Mr. Stephen thinks she is valuable and loves her
It was not until then that everything became clear: Mr. Stephen would be her master, and no matter what René thought about it, he would be her only master, and her relationship with him would be a relationship between a master and a slave in the exact sense
She could not expect any mercy from him; but could she not expect a little bit of love from him?
Sitting lazy and leisurely in the big easy chair by the fireplace, Mr. Stephen let O stand naked, waiting for his next order, silently waiting
Later he finally stood up and asked her to follow him
At this time, O's body was still naked except for high heels and black stockings. She followed him up a staircase and entered a small bedroom.
It is so small that it can only place a bed in one corner, a dressing table in the other corner, and a chair between the bed and the window.
This small room is connected together with a slightly larger room. It is Mr. Stephen's room, and there is a shared bathroom in the middle of the two rooms.
O Wash and dry yourself first--the hat is pink with light flowers--and then take off your high heels and stockings and crawl into the cold quilt
The curtains are open, and the dark night outside is
Before closing the door connecting the two rooms, Mr. Stephen walked to O, who was already lying on the bed, and kissed her fingertips. He had done this once, and when she stood up from the bar bar, he kissed the iron ring on her hand and greeted her.
In this way, he had entered her body with his hands and penis, ravaging her mouth and buttocks one by one, and finally only wanted to use his lips to touch her fingertips.
O sobbed and didn't fall asleep until dawn
After passing the intersection of Oma, you can see the bare shadows of trees behind the palace, and the dry Concorde Square with white light. There are thick dark clouds gathered above it, but it has not snowed yet.
At this moment, O heard a click
With a sound, then the hot air rises from under the legs: Mr. Stephen turned on the switch of the heating in the car
René began to drive along the right bank of the Seine River, and then turned to the left bank in Port Royal: Between the stone railings on both sides, the river looked like a stone, dark, and I remember that iron ore was also the dark color
One of her best friend when she was fifteen years old had worn an iron ore ring with a small cluster of diamonds on it
Her girlfriend was already thirty years old at the time, but O still fell in love with her
O hopes to get a necklace made of black stone, without diamonds, simple shape, maybe a necklace that tightly hangs its neck
However, would she prefer to use this black stone collar, the black stone in her dream, to exchange for the collar they gave her?
──No, in fact, the collar was not given to her by them
In O's fantasy world, the scene of the past in life emerged, the ugly room Marian took her to, and it was next to Tebigao Road
O recalled how Marian untied her two student-style braids—it was her braid, not Marian’s—how she took off her clothes and put her on a large iron bed. How charming Marian looked when she caressed her. She found that human eyes were really as bright as stars—her eyes looked like twinkling blue stars.
René stopped the car
O did not recognize this small street, only know that it was a cross street connecting University Road and Lily Road.
Mr. Stephen's residence is at the end of the courtyard and occupies one side of the old private house. All rooms are lined up one by one, the innermost one is the largest and the most comfortable one. The furniture is made of dark British mahogany and covered with light yellow and gray covers.
I don't ask you to take care of the fireplace, Mr. Stephen said to O, but this sofa is for you, please sit down, René will go to make coffee. If I am lucky enough to ask you to listen to what I must say to you below, I will be grateful
The large light-colored Damascus sofa was placed on the right side of the fireplace, looking towards the window, from which you can see the garden and the courtyard
O took off his fur coat and placed it on the back of the sofa. When she turned around, she found that his lover and host Mr. Stephen were standing there, waiting for her to formally accept Mr. Stephen's invitation.
She put the bag next to her coat and unbuttoned the gloves
When will she learn to lift her skirt with movements that others are not easy to detect so that she can not attract other people's attention, so that she can forget that she is naked under the coat and that she will forget her status of submission?
No, she can't do this anyway
Finally, she finally gave up on this meaningless effort
Mr. Stephen was fiddling with the wood burning in the fireplace at this moment. René suddenly walked behind the sofa, grabbed O's throat and hair with both hands, pressed her head on the back of the sofa and kissed her lips. The kiss was deep and long. She held her breath and felt something melting and burning in her body.
He let go, just to tell her that he loves her, and another long kiss will come next
O's hands made a gesture of forgetfulness without realizing it, with palms facing upwards and quietly spreading on her black skirt that bloomed like petals. At this time, Mr. Stephen walked over.
When she finally finished her passionate kiss from Tongrené and opened her eyes, she saw the grey and fearless gaze of the British man.
O was stunned and very embarrassed, because she was still immersed in joy. Despite this, she could see that he admired her and that he was very eager to get her.
Who can resist her half-open, half-closed, moist and plump lips, who can resist her neck that looks snowy white against the black collar of the servant jacket, and her big, bright, persistent and straightforward eyes?
However, Mr. Stephen did nothing but moves other than gently sliding his fingers over her eyebrows and then putting them on her lips. He walked to the other side of the fireplace and sat down facing O, when René was already in an armchair, and Mr. Stephen began to speak
I think René probably never talked to you about his family, he said, but you may know that his mother had married an Englishman before marrying his father. This Englishman had a son, and I was that son. She raised me until she left my father. So although René and I were not relatives, they were brothers in a sense René loved you. I have no doubt about this. Even if he didn't tell me, I would know that even if he didn't do anything, just look at the look he stared at you, you will understand it.
I also know that you are one of those girls who have been in Rosie, and I think you will go back there
In principle, the ring you wear has given me the right to do everything I am willing to do to you, just as all men who know what it means
But that's not enough, we expect you to have much more than that
I said 'we' because as you can see, René said nothing: He would rather let me speak on behalf of both of us
If we are brothers, then I am brothers, and I am ten years older than him, the relationship between us is absolutely free. We have always had such an agreement: everything that belongs to me also belongs to him; everything that belongs to him also belongs to me. Do you agree to participate?
I beg you to do this and ask you to swear for it, because it is far from enough to just obey passively, and I know that we can trust you until you give your answer, you will still be like in the past, as in the past, with only one master, a more terrible master I promise you, I am a more terrible master than all those men you have dedicated themselves to them in Rossi, because I will be present every day, and in addition, I particularly love certain ways and rituals... (This last short sentence he said in English)
Mr. Stephen's calm and confident voice shook in an absolute silence, and even the burst of firewood burning in the fireplace was quiet.
O frozen on the sofa, like a butterfly nailed by a steel needle. The steel needle composed of words and lines of sight penetrated her body, pressing her naked body heavily on the warm silk screen, unable to move at all.
She is no longer the master of her breasts, arms and neck
She knew very well that the ways and rituals he mentioned clearly meant the possession of her slender legs, her slender legs, those legs that had been separated without realizing it
Two men sat there, facing her, René was smoking, but before lighting the cigarette, he lit up one among the lamps covering the black lampshade. It could suck away the smoke, and a cool night air drifted in the clear air of the already burning firewood.
You're giving me an answer now, or would you like to know more about the situation? Mr. Stephen asked
If you agree, René said, I will explain Mr. Stephen’s hobbies to you separately
Yes, Mr. Stephen corrected him
O was thinking that the most difficult thing was not that she agreed. She knew clearly that none of them had a second doubt, thinking that she would refuse, and she herself never thought she would refuse.
The most difficult thing is to say this, her lips burned, her mouth was dry, and there was no drop of saliva. The double pain of fear and desire made her throat tight, and her hands, which had just recovered from consciousness, became cold and wet.
I want to close my eyes, but she can't. She stared at her eyes with her eyes, the kind of sight she couldn't avoid and didn't intend to avoid
They pulled her back to the situations that had been left behind in her mind for a long time, perhaps because of the deeds that had been lost, and then to the things that happened in Rossi, because since she returned home from there, René gave her only caresses.
That ring, which represents her symbol of any person who knows the secret, did not bring any changes to her life: perhaps because she has never met anyone who knows the secret; perhaps because those who know the secret remain silent
The only person who made her suspicious was Jacklyn (but if Jacklyn had been to Rosie, why didn't she wear such a ring? Besides, even if Jacklyn knew this secret, what could she do to O?)
In order to answer, she should at least be able to move, but at this moment she could not do anything according to her free will - one of their orders could make her stand up immediately, but what they demanded from her was not blind obedience, nor silent obedience to the orders. What they demanded from her this time was a pre-recognition of these orders, a personal judgment of themselves as slaves, and a personal hand in hand, which was the promise they hoped to get from her
She remembers herself besides I love you and I am yours
Apart from these two sentences, I never said anything else to René
It seems that what they want her to say and agree today is to ask her to specifically say what she has so far is just a default thing.
She finally straightened herself, just as what was about to be said would suffocate her, she untied the hook on the top of her tights until her cleavage was revealed, and then she stood up with her hands and knees trembling constantly
I'm yours, she finally said this to René, no matter what you tell me, I will do it
He interrupted her, it was our repetition of my words: I belong to you, no matter what you both ask me to do
Mr. Stephen's sharp gray eyes stared at her motionlessly, and René stared at her motionlessly, and O felt lost in René's gaze, she just repeated what he asked her to say word by word, just like in French class, she changed all the sentence into the first person
You grant Mr. Stephen and me the following rights… These rights include: the right to choose anywhere, to dispose of her body in any way; the right to tie her into a chain; the right to whip her like a slave or a prisoner for the slightest negligence or merely for their pleasure; the right to ignore her pleas and weep when she cries out
I believe, René said, at this moment, Mr. Stephen would be willing to briefly introduce his request, and you and I agree with this
O Di listened to her lover's words, and all the words he said to her in Rossi returned to her heart: they were almost the same words
But she still listened to him and felt that all this was not true, like a dream, as if she was not her, maybe she didn't exist at all
It was a dream, or a nightmare, the prison-style facilities, the large dinner robe, the men wearing masks: all this took her away from her own in life, and reached the illusion where I don't know when it will last.
There, in Rossi, she felt the feeling you would have at night, lost in the dream you had experienced, and now this dream began again: it did exist, it would end; you hope it would end, because you are not sure you can tolerate it; and you hope it will continue, so you will know the end of things
Okay, the ending is here, the ending appears in the place she least expects (or no longer expects), and appears in the way she least expects (assuming she told herself that this is indeed the final ending, and there will be no other ending hidden behind it, and there will be no ending after this ending)
Now this ending awakens her from memory and returns to reality
In addition, this closed small circle, the reality in this private world, suddenly destroys all her daily habits and environments, both outside and inside
This reality is no longer satisfied with signs and symbols - the naked buttocks, open brass, iron rings - but requires realization
One thing is true, that is, René never whipped her with his own hands, and the relationship between them was only one difference before he took her to Rossi and after she returned home, that is, now he used her uterus (he still continues to use it) with her hips and mouth
She would never know if the routine whipping she received in Rosie was once performed by him (if there is such a possibility, because sometimes her eyes were covered, or sometimes the man who whipped her was masked), but she was deeply suspicious of this.
He was always able to get great joy from her body's restraint and complete submission, from her hopeless struggle, from her sob scene, and she believed it, because she thought it was impossible for him to do it himself, because he would never distract him from it.
It seemed that he had agreed to this on behalf of O--he half-lying in the deep armchair, crossing his legs comfortably, and said to her in an extremely elegant and gentle tone: He felt very happy because he could give herself to Mr. Stephen's will and desires, or because she could give herself to Mr. Stephen's will and desires.
Whenever Mr. Stephen wants to invite her to spend a good night or meet at his house for only an hour; no matter where he wants her to accompany him outside of Paris, or somewhere in Paris; no matter what he invites her to a restaurant or to see a show, he will call her directly and send a car to pick her up--unless René himself pick her up
Today, at this moment, it's her turn to speak
Did she agree with the above agreement?
But she couldn't even say a word
The answer they asked her to give at this moment meant that she would agree to give herself completely, and that she would agree in advance to everything that might happen in the future
As for what was about to happen, she was quite sure that she was willing to say it from the bottom of her heart.
Yes, but her body would say no, at least in enduring the whipping
As for other aspects of the matter, by heart, she had to admit that Mr. Stephen's eyes aroused a feeling of anxiety and excitement within her, a feeling of nervousness and trembling due to temptation.
She was trembling like a leaf in the wind. Perhaps because she was trembling, she knew that she was even more impatient than Mr. Stephen, looking forward to the arrival of that moment, looking forward to the arrival of his hand, perhaps the moment when his lips were put on her, and perhaps whether it could accelerate this moment was all up to her.
No matter how courageous she was, how surging her desire was, when she was about to give her final answer, she suddenly felt all her strength leaving her. She slid from the sofa to the floor, and her skirt spread out like a balloon.
In the midst of silence, Mr. Stephen's empty voice sounded, and he commented: She was scared
He said not to her, but to René
O has a feeling: Mr. Stephen is holding back his actions against her, and he has begun to regret his repression of himself.
However, she finally avoided his gaze and stared at René, for she was afraid that René would see her look at Mr. Stephen, and regarded this look as a betrayal to him
However, this is by no means a betrayal, because if they allowed her to make a choice between the desires of subordinate to Mr. Stephen and subordinate to René, she would say without hesitation: The only reason why she succumbed to the former desire was that René allowed her to do so, and to some extent she thought he was ordering her to do so
Despite this, there was still a hint of hesitation in her heart. She didn't know if René would be angry because she accepted Mr. Stephen so quickly and easily.
Even if he made the slightest statement, he could immediately eliminate her hesitation, but he did not express anything at all, and just asked her to answer again. This was the third time
So she said in a vague way: No matter what you two want to do, I agree. After that, she lowered her eyes and stared at her hands spread between her knees. She asked in a stuttering manner: I want to know if I will be whipped
After a long silence, during this period, she regretted twenty times that she asked this question
Then she heard Mr. Stephen say sternly: It will be constantly
Then O heard the sound of matches and the sound of the cups clashing: these two men might have added another cup of whiskey.
René accepted her decision so much, and René didn't say a word
Even if I agree now, she said, even if I agree now, I still can't stand this
All we ask for is to accept it, if you cry or groan, as we promised in advance, it would be useless Mr. Stephen continued
Oh, please pity me, don't do this! O said, Mr. Stephen stood up, and René stood up, bent down and grabbed her shoulders
Give us your answer, he said, do you agree or not?
Finally she agreed
René gently lifted her off the floor, and then he sat down on the large sofa, letting her kneel beside him facing the sofa, her outstretched arms, her upper body and head leaned against the sofa
She closed her eyes, and a scene she had seen several years ago flashed through her mind: it was a strange painting, with a woman kneeling in front of an armchair, exactly the same as her current position
The floor was made of square bricks, and in a corner of the room, a dog was playing with the same child, the woman's skirt was lifted up, and not far behind her, a man in a standing posture was waving a bunch of whips to whip her, all wearing sixteenth-century costumes
The title of the painting once made her feel disgusted: Family Law
René's hand grabbed her wrists like iron pliers, and lifted her skirt with the other hand, she could feel the lining of the cotton cloth rubbing against her neck.
He gently stroked her hips, as if he wanted to attract Mr. Stephen's attention, and let him appreciate the two small depressions that colored her, and the softness between her legs
Then he pressed her waist with this hand to make her hips more prominent and ordered her to spread her knees a little wider
She obeyed without saying a word, and the boast of René on her body, the reaction of Mr. Stephen, and the rude men's words, suddenly made her so strong and unexpectedly overwhelmed by shame, that the little bit of her hope that she had lived in Cute was lost, and she began to look forward to the use of whipping as a relief, as if only pain and crying could be justified in defense of herself
However, Mr. Stephen's hand simply opened her hips and then entered, exited, entered again, and touched her until she could no longer moan, her moan meant that she was conquered, destroyed, and completely humiliated
I leave you to Mr. Stephen, said René, just keep this position and he will let you go when he thinks it is appropriate
In Rossi, there were countless times when she kept this posture, kneeling there, handing herself to one person or all, but there her hands were always locked together by bracelets, and she was a happy prisoner, and everything was imposed on her, and nothing was obtained by her consent
However, here, it was her own free will that kept her half-naked, and to make her stand up or cover her up, just a simple gesture would be enough.
Her promise was tightly bound by her like a leather collar and chain. Could it be that it was just an ordinary promise?
No matter what kind of humiliation she received, or rather because of the humiliation she received, because of her thorough taming, and because of her openness to herself in such a submissive way, did she not contain some kind of happiness?
When René left, Mr. Stephen kept sending him to the gate, and O waited there alone and motionlessly. This waiting made her feel lonely and betrayed by her body that she had never felt before.
The gray-yellow silk face of the sofa made her feel very smooth. Through the nylon stockings, she felt that the wool carpet under her knees was very thick, and the heat emitted from the fireplace could be felt on the side of her left leg. The three logs that Mr. Stephen added were lit and crackling. On the chest of cabinets, an ancient bell was walking quietly, and apart from that, it was silent.
O listened carefully, thinking to himself: How ridiculous his posture is in such a civilized and elegant room
Through the blinds, you can hear the noise of Paris burnout after midnight. On the next day, tomorrow morning, can she still recognize the place on the sofa cushion where she put her cheek on it?
Will she come to this living room during the day in the future?
Will she be treated the same here?
It is obvious that Mr. Stephen is not in a hurry to come back, and O, who had waited so obediently in Rosie for countless times to come and get their happiness. Now when she thinks of one or ten minutes, he will touch her body with his hands, but feels something in his chest blocked, but the process of things is not exactly the same as she thinks.
She heard him opening the door and walking through the room
He stood there and observed O for a while, and then in a whispering voice, she stood up and sat back on the sofa again.
This was too unexpected. She felt embarrassed, but she did as he said
He politely brought her a glass of whiskey and a cigarette, and she refused both of them.
At this time, she discovered that he was wearing a yukata, a very conservative gray coarse yukata - the same color as his gray hair, his hands were long and dry, his flat nails were cut short, and they looked unusually pale
When the two of them met, O's face turned red: This was indeed the hands that had grabbed her body, the hands she was afraid and thinking about at the moment.
But he didn't mean to get close to her
I want to ask you to take off all your clothes, he said, but, just unbutton your jacket first, don't have to stand up
O untied those huge golden garment hooks and took off the tight jacket, and then she placed it on the other end of the sofa, where her coat, gloves and leather bag were already placed.
Now stroke your own nipples, gently, Mr. Stephen continued, you must use darker rouge, their colors are too light
Resting all over her body against the back of the sofa, O stroked her nipples with her fingers, feeling them hard quickly, and she stood up, she covered them with her palms
Oh, no! Mr. Stephen said
She retracted her hand and leaned back on the back of the sofa: Compared to her slender torso, her breasts looked heavy, and her bulging curves were very elegant. Her neck was leaning against the back of the sofa, and her hands were placed on both sides of her thighs.
Why didn't Mr. Stephen bend down and put his lips against hers?
Why didn't his hands reach out to the nipples that he watched them hard?
Although she sat there motionless, she could still feel her nipples trembling with her breathing
He came over and sat on the armrest of the sofa, but he didn't touch her. He was smoking.
Suddenly, his hand was handed down-O would never know if this was intentional--something that was still scorching between her breasts
She had a feeling: he wanted to humiliate her, with his contempt, with his silence, with an alienated attitude
However, not long ago, he still longed for her, and he still longed for her at the moment. She could see this from the tightness of the yukata made of soft fabrics.
Then let him take her away and let him hurt her to the fullest!
O hates himself because of his desires, and hates him because of his self-control shown by Mr. Stephen
She wanted him to love her, yes, that's the truth: she really wanted to see him angry with her impulse, this impulse is the impulse to touch her lips, the impulse to penetrate her body, if necessary, even the impulse to ravage her, and not want to see his calm and self-centered appearance
In Rossi, she did not care at all about the feeling of those who used her body: they were nothing but her lovers to obtain happiness from her, and everything she did made her the kind of person he wanted her to be, as smooth, easy and gentle as a stone
Their hands are his hands, their orders are his orders
But here, everything became very different, and René transferred her to Mr. Stephen, and knew very well that he wanted to share her with him, and not to get more from her, nor to get happiness from the practice of giving her to others, but to share his favorite things with Mr. Stephen
It is undoubtedly like in the past days, when they were all young, sharing a trip, a yacht or a horse together
At this moment, this sharing means much more to René’s relationship with Mr. Stephen than to his relationship with her
What they searched for from her in the future would be just the marks left by each other on her, the marks of the other's behavior
Just now, when she knelt half naked in front of René, and Mr. Stephen spread her legs with his hands, René had explained to him carefully why O's buttocks were easily accessible and why he was pleased with the preparation: because he suddenly realized that Mr. Stephen would be able to use this most beloved Condo as he wished.
He even said that if Mr. Stephen was happy, he would give it to him alone
Why not, I am happy to obey Mr. Stephen said, but he made a special statement that although these agreements are good, he may still borrow O for a while
O is yours, Rene replied, O will be happy to be borrowed by you and said so, he leaned over to her and kissed her hand
When O thought that René could partly give up her, this thought was like a bolt from the blue for O. She thought that this showed that her lover's attention to Mr. Stephen was more than his attention to her.
Although he repeatedly told her that the reason why he loved her was that she was turned into an object by him, she loved her absolute openness to him, she loved her absolute freedom to deal with her, that kind of freedom that was like disposing of a piece of furniture at will, that kind of freedom that could be kept for oneself, that kind of freedom that could be paid more to oneself
But she found that she didn't quite believe his words
She also saw another sign of René's conscience or respect for Mr. Stephen, that was, at one time, that René was so eager to see her body pressed under someone else or being whipped, and whenever he saw her mouth moaning or crying, and her eyes full of tears closed by pain, his eyes were always so affectionate, and always burning with gratitude that had never diminished; and now he had left her, and after showing her everything to Mr. Stephen, he had opened his horse's mouth and proved to others that he was young enough, and after proving to him that she was beautiful enough, or rather, after proving to him that she was suitable for his needs, and after he accepted her, he had left her with confidence
No matter how offensive and insulting all this, O is still deeply in love with René
She considered herself lucky because she had enough importance in his mind to make him wish to be happy from offending her, just as the devout believers thanked God for making them humble.
But in Mr. Stephen, she discovered a will like ice and iron that would not be shaken by desire
No matter how charming and obedient she is, she is still absolutely worthless on this balance of will.
At least so far, why would she feel so scared?
In her opinion, neither the whip on Rosie's servant's belt nor the chains that had been put on her, it seemed even more terrible than the calm that Mr. Stephen stared at her breasts but controlled himself not to touch it.
She felt that under the gaze of this focused, calm and deep gaze, her tiny shoulders and slim body looked particularly fragile
She couldn't help but tremble, feeling that she was almost suffocating
It is useless to expect that Mr. Stephen is softened with this fragility. She knew very well that the reality was the opposite: the gentleness and obedience she gave him could bring caress and harm; it could attract lips and nails.
She remembered that Mr. Stephen had gently rubbed her nipples with the middle fingertip of his right hand holding a cigarette, and the nipples were obediently hard. This was a game for Mr. Stephen, or just a game introduction, and nothing else was left.
Or, this action can be regarded as a test, using the way people check whether a machine is running normally.
O is sure of this
Mr. Stephen sat on the armrest of the chair without moving, and asked her to take off her skirt. O's wet fingers made the buttons slip. As a result, she did it twice before she unbuttoned the black sand petticoat inside the skirt.
After she completely stripped off her clothes, her high-heeled leather shoes and black nylon stockings rolled to her knees set off the elegant lines of her calf and the snow-white complexion of her thighs
At this time, Mr. Stephen stood up, held her waist with one hand, and pushed her toward the sofa. He made her kneel on the ground, lean her back against the sofa, pressing her shoulders instead of her waist tightly against the sofa, and then spread her legs a little apart, her hands on her ankles, her abdomen exposed, and above her erect breasts, her throat tilted backward
She dared not look at Mr. Stephen's face, but she saw his hand unbuttoning the belt
She was still kneeling when he stepped on O, and he grabbed the back of her neck and inserted it into her mouth. It seemed that what he was looking for was not the caress of her lips, but the depths of her throat
He worked for a long time, and O felt the suffocating body swelling and hardening, and it slowly and repeatedly hammered her tears and she burst into tears.
In order to get into her more thoroughly, Mr. Stephen simply knelt on the sofa, his knees pressed against both sides of her cheeks, and for a moment his hips sat on her breasts
She felt her uterus burning, and the useless cursed uterus burning in her body
Although Mr. Stephen seemed very happy and was intoxicated in her body for a long time, he did not allow himself to reach a happy orgasm, but silently retreated from her, stood up again, and did not close his yukata.
You are so naughty, O, he said to her, You love René, but you are lewd, can't René see that you are greedy and long for all men who want you? Don't he understand that sending you to Rosie or handing you over to others is just an excuse to cover up your lust?
I love René O replied
You love René, but you desire me more than others. Mr. Stephen continued
Yes, this is true, I really long for him
But even if René knew this, what would happen?
All she could do was keep silent, lower her eyes and look straight into Mr. Stephen's eyes was equivalent to confessing to it
Then Mr. Stephen bowed and grabbed her shoulders and made her lie on the carpet
She lay on her back, her legs curled up, and Mr. Stephen sat on the sofa she had just leaned over, grabbed her right knee and pulled her toward him
As her face rushes to the fireplace, the fire from the fireplace shines on her curled groin and hips
Mr. Stephen did not let go, but suddenly ordered her to touch herself, not allowing her to put her legs together
O was stunned at first, then began to extend his right hand obediently, and his fingers touched the clitoris that was already bulging from the pubic hair, just where the delicate labia of her lower body met.
But her hand shrank back, and she stuttered: I can't
In fact, she really can't do this. The only time she secretly caressed herself in her life was on the warm and dark bed at home. She was sleeping alone, but she had never tried this method to reach orgasm.
Later, she sometimes climaxed in her sleep and woke up disappointedly, because this kind of thing always made her nervous and flew away
Mr. Stephen stared at her motionlessly
She couldn't stand it anymore and muttered again: I can't, and then closed her eyes
A past that will never be forgotten in her mind. To this day, whenever she thinks of this, she will feel the same strong disgust as she did back then. It was the first time she saw someone do this. She was only fifteen years old, and it was Marian who was deeply trapped in the leather chair in the hotel room: Marian put one leg on the armrest of the chair and her head on the armrest of the other side. She caressed herself in front of O, and kept moaning.
Marian also mentioned something like this: One day she was caressing herself in the office like this, thinking that she was the only one. Suddenly, her boss walked in by chance and happened to see what she was doing.
O see Marian's office, an empty room with light green walls, faint light coming in from the dusty windows on the north, where there is only an easy chair for visitors, placed opposite the desk
You slipped away quickly? O ask her
No, Marian replied, he asked me to do it again, this time he locked the door, he asked me to take off my underwear and push the chair to the window
O thought Marian was very brave at that time. She admired Marian very much and was afraid of her.
At that time, she firmly refused to caress herself in front of Marianne, and sweared that she would never do it in front of anyone.
Marian smiled disapprovingly and said: Let's see, wait until your lover asks you to do it.
René never asked her to do this, would she obey if he asked?
Yes, of course she would, but she was very scared when she thought of the disgusting feeling she felt in front of Marianne.
And because this is Mr. Stephen’s request, things seem even more ridiculous
She didn't care if Mr. Stephen would feel sick about it, but she couldn't do it.
So she murmured for the third time: I can't
Although her voice was as low as a whisper, he still heard it. He ignored her anymore, just stood up, put the hem of the yukata together, and ordered O to stand up.
Is this your obedience? He said
He grabbed her wrists with his left hand and slapped her in the face with his right hand.
She shook, if he hadn't been holding her tightly, she would have fallen to the ground long ago
Kneel down and listened, he said, I have to say that, it seems that René's training for you is still far from the requirements
I always obey René, she stumbles
You are confusing love and obedience. You must obey me and not love me, and I do not have to love you.
After hearing this, O felt a strange feeling of disgust and a storm of resistance arise in her chest. She silently denies every word she hears in her heart, denies her own promises about obedience and acceptance of slavery, denies the promises she has made, denies her own desires, denies the nakedness of her body, her sweat, her trembling limbs and the darkness around her eyes
When he leaned down, he put his elbow on the floor, put his head between his arms, raised his hips, forced into her body from behind, and clenched her teeth angrily as he had mentioned that he would do.
The first time she didn't scream
He entered again, this time even more violent, making her scream
Her scream was both because of pain and resistance. It seemed that he knew this completely in his heart.
She also knew that he was happy to force her to scream, because it meant she was conquered by him
After he was done, he helped her stand up, and before letting her go, he said to her that what he shot into her would turn into blood, slowly oozing out of the wounds he had put on her body, which would keep burning her, the only exception was when her hips were for him to use.
He will have to enforce it all in his own way
René has given him the right to use this special way of use against her, and he is undoubtedly willing to exercise it fully, and she should not have any illusions about it.
He reminded her that she had agreed to be René's slave, so she was also his slave, but she didn't seem to know very well - or hadn't realized it consciously - what her promises included
When she figured out this, it was too late to escape.
While listening to him, O said to himself in his heart: For him, it would probably be too late to escape from his obsession with her.
She didn't plan to be tamed by him anytime soon, and when she was tamed, he would learn how to love her
There is one exception between her inner resistance and her timid refusal that she dares to show, and only this exception: She hopes to leave a shy image for herself in Mr. Stephen’s mind, just as she left an impression on René, and hopes that he will feel more about her than she just desires to get her
It was not because she fell in love with him, but because she knew in her heart that René loved Mr. Stephen with the enthusiasm of a boy to love his brother, and she thought he was ready to give her to Mr. Stephen when necessary, and to do his best to satisfy him.
She had an intuition that she would never be wrong: René would learn from Mr. Stephen and try to learn his behavior. If Mr. Stephen showed his intention to look down on her, René would be hurt by this.
No matter how much he loves her, he will be hurt by the harm he has never suffered before, or even the harm he has never dreamed of, which is the harm that Rosie's men cannot give him.
This is because in Rossi, for her, he was the master, and after he handed her over to the men, their opinion of her was from him
Here, he is no longer the master, but rather Mr. Stephen is the master of René
René himself did not fully realize this. In other words, René admired him, wanted to catch up with him, and compete with him.
This is why he wants to share everything with him, and why he gave O to him: it is obvious that she has been dedicated to him without reservation
René may continue to love her, as long as Mr. Stephen thinks she is valuable and loves her
It was not until then that everything became clear: Mr. Stephen would be her master, and no matter what René thought about it, he would be her only master, and her relationship with him would be a relationship between a master and a slave in the exact sense
She could not expect any mercy from him; but could she not expect a little bit of love from him?
Sitting lazy and leisurely in the big easy chair by the fireplace, Mr. Stephen let O stand naked, waiting for his next order, silently waiting
Later he finally stood up and asked her to follow him
At this time, O's body was still naked except for high heels and black stockings. She followed him up a staircase and entered a small bedroom.
It is so small that it can only place a bed in one corner, a dressing table in the other corner, and a chair between the bed and the window.
This small room is connected together with a slightly larger room. It is Mr. Stephen's room, and there is a shared bathroom in the middle of the two rooms.
O Wash and dry yourself first--the hat is pink with light flowers--and then take off your high heels and stockings and crawl into the cold quilt
The curtains are open, and the dark night outside is
Before closing the door connecting the two rooms, Mr. Stephen walked to O, who was already lying on the bed, and kissed her fingertips. He had done this once, and when she stood up from the bar bar, he kissed the iron ring on her hand and greeted her.
In this way, he had entered her body with his hands and penis, ravaging her mouth and buttocks one by one, and finally only wanted to use his lips to touch her fingertips.
O sobbed and didn't fall asleep until dawn
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