If O had already started waiting for him to come back from the moment her lover left, it was not enough: she had no feeling of anything except waiting and night from that moment on.
On that day, she had a portrait-like expression, her skin was soft, her lips were gentle, and her vision was always drooping. This was the only time she could tolerate this rule
She lit firewood, poured wine and coffee, lit cigarettes, sorted out bouquets, and folded newspapers, just like a young girl in her parents' living room
Her bare neck and leather collar, her corset and prisoner-like bracelet, all made her look so beautiful and refined. Although the orders she received from the men she served were only to stand aside and watch them ravage other girls, she could feel that they wanted to ravage her more.
This is undoubtedly the reason why their attitude towards her is not as good as before
Did she make any mistakes?
Perhaps it was her lover's departure that made them feel more free to deal with her?
In either case, what happened later was like this: just the day after he left, when night fell, she began to take off her clothes, and looked in the mirror of the bathroom to see the whip marks left by Bill's horse whip on her thighs. They were almost gone
At this moment Bill came in
Two hours before eating, he informed her that she would no longer eat with others in the restaurant and prepare her
He pointed to the Turkish toilet in the corner and made her squat, reminding her of Jenny once mentioned that Bill would let her do it
She stayed there for a long time, and he stood there and looked at her. She could see him in the mirror and herself.
She could not control the liquid flowing out of her body. He had been waiting for her to finish bathing and sprinkle the powder. Just as she was about to get her slippers and cloak, he stopped her and then locked her hands behind her back. She sat down at the foot of the bed and waited for him.
It was raining outside at this moment, and the poplar tree in front of the window was swaying in the wind and rain. Occasionally, a pale leaf hit the window glass.
Although the bell at seven o'clock has not yet ringed, the sky is as dark as midnight
Autumn is getting deeper and the day is getting shorter
When Bill came back, he held the eye mask they used to her when she first arrived, and a clanging iron chain in the other hand, which looked very similar to the iron chain on the wall.
O could feel that he was hesitating, wondering if he should wear a blindfold or put a chain on it first
She stared at the rain outside the window, not caring about what he wanted to do to her, but was just thinking: René said that he was going to come back to pick her up, and there were still five days and five nights left, and I wonder where he was now?
Is it alone?
If not, who are you with?
But she believed he would come back
Bill put the chain on the bed and did not interrupt O's daydream, but covered her eyes with a black velvet eye mask.
The eye mask is round under the sockets and covers the cheekbones, making it completely impossible to peek, or even open the eyes.
So, the comforting darkness came like night, O greeted it with a joy that he had never had before, and the equally comforting chain took her away from herself
Bill tied the chain to her collar and asked her to follow him. She stood up and walked forward by the chains.
From the cold brick floor under her feet, she speculated that she was walking on the corridor of the red zone. Later, although the ground under her feet was still very cold, it began to become rough. She knew from her senses that she was walking on the stone ground at the moment, a road made of sand or rock or flower rock
On two occasions, the servant asked her to stop, and she heard the key unlocking and then re-locking.
Pay attention to the steps Bill said
She tripped down the stairs, and Bill hugged her by the waist, and before that, he had never touched her except for whipping her with chains, but at this moment, he pressed her against the cold stone steps, and she tried to grab the stone steps with her locked hands to avoid sliding down
His hand grabbed her breasts, and then his mouth moved from one breast to another, and she could feel his slow erection from the pressing of her body
He didn't help her stand up until after he had enough fun
She was wet and cold, trembling constantly, and finally reached the last level of the stone steps, and at the same time she heard another door being opened.
As soon as she walked in, she immediately felt like she was stepping on a thick carpet under her feet, and the chain was gently pulled. Bill untied her hands and took off her eye mask.
She found herself in a small and short round vaulted room, with the walls and vaults made of stones, and you could see the joints between the stones.
Directly opposite the door, there was a ring embedded in the wall, and the chains on her collar were tied to the ring, which was three feet high from the ground, and she could move forward no more than two steps
There is neither a bed or any facilities to use as a bed, nor any blankets to cover it. There are only three or four Moroccan cushions, but she can't reach it, which is obviously not for her.
However, there was a niche within a distance she could reach, and there was a faint light from it. Apart from this light, the room was dim.
There is also a wooden tray with bread, water and fruit in the alcove.
There is a circle of heating pipes at the foot of the wall, but the heat emitted from the heating pipe cannot cover the smell of the soil: the smell in ancient prisons and ancient castle dungeons
In the hot and dim light, there was no sound, O soon lost the concept of time, no longer day or night, the lights were always bright and unchanged
Bill or other servants made no difference to her at any time, removing bread, water and fruit from the tray, and taking her to a nearby dungeon to take a shower
She could never see the men who came in, because every time they came in, a servant covered her eyes with a blindfold before they left and took them off.
She had lost the ability to distinguish them, and could not tell who they were, how many people were, and who was blindly caricatured by her soft hands and lips.
Sometimes a few people come together, most of the time, they come alone, but every time they take her, they always ask her to kneel down to the wall and receive a whip.
The ring under her collar was tied tightly by the chains on the wall. She put her palm on the wall and her face on the back of her hand to avoid being scratched by the stone wall, and her knees and breasts were directly attached to the stone wall.
She was lost in constant torture and crying, and the round arch smoothed her painful moans
She was waiting, time no longer existed
She has been waiting for three months, three days, maybe ten days or ten years
In the velvety darkness, her chains were opened, she vaguely felt that she was wrapped in a thick cloth, and a man's shoulders and knees held her and picked her up and took her away.
She found herself back to her room, lying under the black skin quilt
It was an early morning, she opened her eyes, her hands were free, René sat beside her, gently stroked her hair
You have to wear clothes now, he said, we're leaving here
She took a quick shower, he helped her comb her hair, handed her the powder and lipstick
When she walked into the room, she found that her suit, shirt, coat, socks and shoes were placed beside the bed, as well as her gloves and small leather bag. She even saw that when the weather changed, she always liked to wear windbreakers outside the suit and a neck-protecting scarf, but these clothes did not have belts and trousers in them.
She slowly put on her clothes one by one, rolled her stockings down to her knees, she was not wearing a windbreaker because the room was very warm
At this moment, the man who explained the rules of the place to her on the first night walked in, and he opened the collar and bracelet for her that he had worn for two weeks.
Did she be freed from their shackles from then on, or did she feel lost?
She was speechless and hardly dared to touch her wrists and throat
He took out a small wooden box and asked her to choose one from the many rings inside that suited her left ring finger. This was a strange iron ring, with gold inside, with a wide badge on the ring, with a raised middle, and three circles from large to small at the upper bottom, each circle spiraled like Guert's light wheel
The second ring she tried on was just right. It was very heavy in her hand, and it shone faintly in the dull gray of the iron.
Why is it iron?
Why is it gold?
She did not understand the meaning of the sign, and it was impossible to talk about it in this room, because the chain was still hanging above the bed, the black quilt slipped on the floor, and the servant Bill could appear at any time, and in the dim light, he seemed to have appeared, wearing that ridiculous drama costume
But she was wrong, Bill didn't show up
René asked her to wear a windbreaker outside the suit, wear a cover of cuffs and gloves. She picked up a headscarf and a small leather bag, and put her coat on her arm.
The sound of her heels hitting the floor was not as loud as slippers. The doors were closed behind her and the living room was empty.
O took her lover's hand, and a stranger who accompanied them opened the familiar door for them. I remember that Jenny once called this place a wall, where there were no more servants and dogs I saw last time
The man lifted a green velvet curtain and led them through it. The curtain drooped behind them, and they heard the sound of closing the door.
They finally came to a living room where they could see the grass outside. As they walked down the steps at the gate, O recognized the car
She sat next to her lover, he held the steering wheel and started the car
They passed through an open space and an open door, and after they opened several hundred meters away, he stopped the car and kissed her
Next they drove back, and the car was driving on the outskirts of a quiet town. O happened to see the name on the road sign: Rossi
2. Mr. Stephen O's residence is located on St. Louis Road. It is an old house facing north and south overlooking the Seine River. The rooms are spacious but relatively low, with a sloping roof. Two large rooms lead to the balcony. The sloped house just covers the balcony.
One of the two rooms is O, and the other has a fireplace, which is filled with bookshelf from the floor to the ceiling. It is usually used as a study and living room, and also as a bedroom if necessary.
A large sofa is placed in front of two large windows, and there is an antique table in front of the fireplace. Sometimes there are too many guests. When the small dining room facing the inner courtyard is not sufficient to use, it is temporarily used as a dining table.
Another room facing the inner courtyard is René, where he often dresses and stores his clothes.
O and him used the yellow bathroom, and the kitchen was painted yellow, small and exquisite
There is a cleaning woman who comes to clean the room once a day. The floor of the room is paved with red bricks, which is the type that is often laid on the second floor stairs and the platform connecting the stairs and corridors in old Paris hotels. I saw that the red bricks were exactly the same again.
Her room was small, with pink and black printed curtains tightly hidden, fire burning behind the metal fence, quilts stacked up, and the bed looked very neat
I bought you a nylon pajama, René said, you have never had this kind of pajama
Sure enough, a snow-white translucent nylon pajama spread out on the side where she often slept on the bed, elegantly dressed like an Egyptian statue.
O Another thin belt was tied to the pajamas with elastic bands around the waist. The texture of the pajamas was so gentle that the shadow on the buttocks made it look light pink.
Apart from the screens in the same color as the curtains and the covers of two small backrest chairs, the room was snow-white: the walls, the lace tassels of the mahogany four-poster bed and the bearskin carpet on the floor
Sitting by the fireplace in that white pajama, O began to listen to her lover
He warned her from the beginning: Don't think she is free now, unless she no longer loves him and leaves him immediately, she can regain her freedom, but if she still loves him, there is no freedom to say
She listened to him saying these words, silently, but her heart was filled with joy, because he wanted to prove to himself that she belonged to him
He was so naive that he hadn't realized that his ownership of her did not need any proof. Perhaps he had realized it, but he still wanted to emphasize it, even just to get some happiness from it?
She stared at the flames as he spoke, and did not dare to look into his eyes
He stood, walking around every now and then
Suddenly, he told her that he hoped that she would not hold her knees together or hold her arms when listening to him. She was sitting there in a position of her arms wrapped around her knees.
So she lifted the hem of her pajamas and sat up, or rather, on her heel in the posture of a nun or a Japanese woman, waiting for him to continue talking.
With her knees spread out, she felt the white bear fur gently but sharply piercing the middle of her half-open thighs.
He continued: Her legs were not spread wide enough, and when the word "Split" and "Split your legs" were spit out of her lover's mouth, she had such great anxiety and strength, and when she heard it, she had to feel a kind of inner worship waiting and solemn obedience, as if God was in front of her, not him talking to her.
So she didn't move, put her palms upwards on both sides of her knees, and the hem of her pajamas was spread out on the carpet
His lover's hope for her is very simple, that is: she must be in a state that can be obtained anytime, anywhere
It is far from enough to approach her that he is alone, and it must be seen by her experience that she is ready to use as expected.
He said it had two meanings: the first she already knew, and was told the first night she arrived at the castle: she could never close her knees or close her lips
She probably thought it was not difficult to do this (she did think so), but she had to understand that it would take her unremitting efforts to strictly observe this discipline, which would constantly remind her: between her and him, and perhaps there was a shared secret between several others, reminding her to remember her true status, even when she acted among those who did not know their secrets and seemed to be the same as ordinary people.
As for the clothes, she could choose as she wanted, and she could design them herself if necessary. He no longer asked her to dress in the half-naked outfit she had on Rossi's car.
Tomorrow she will stay at home to organize her clothes in her closet and underwear in her chest. She should hand him everything like belts and trousers, including all bras, like the bras that must be cut off to remove, any long clothes covering her breasts, all shirts and skirts that do not open in front, and any tight skirts that cannot be easily lifted up.
She will re-sew other styles of bras, shirts and skirts
Should she wear nothing under her shirt or sweater when she goes to see the tailor?
Yes, she should wear nothing in it. If anyone noticed, she could explain it in any way she likes, or simply not explain it, as she pleases. This is her problem, just her own problem.
He had other orders for her, but he would rather say it in a few days, and hoped that she would wear proper clothes before listening, and in the small drawer of the table she would find everything she needed for
After he finished speaking, she still knelt motionlessly and murmured: I love you
He added some wood to the fireplace, lit the table lamp of the pink opal at the head of the bed, and then he told O to go to bed and wait for him, and he would sleep with her tonight
When he came back, O reached out and turned off the lights, she used her left hand, so before the darkness swallowed the room, she saw the last glory of the iron ring on her finger
She lay on her side, her lover called her name gently, while holding the lower end of her abdomen with her hand and pulling her into his arms
The next morning René went out and said he would not come back until the evening to take her to the restaurant.
O had lunch alone in that green dining room, wearing a bathrobe, the phone rang
The phone is placed under the bedside lamp in the bedroom, and O is the phone that I answered on the floor
It was René, he wanted to know if the sweeper had left
She had left, and after serving lunch, she left, and would not come again until tomorrow morning
Have you started to organize your clothes? Rene asked
I just started, she replied, I got up very late, it was noon after finishing my clothes
Have you dressed?
No, I only wear pajamas and yukata
Put down the phone first, take off your pajamas and yukata
O obediently did as he said
At this moment, the phone suddenly slid down from the bed. She was shocked and placed the phone on the white carpet. She thought the phone had hung up, but the phone was not hung up.
Are you naked? René continues to ask
Yes, she said, where did you call?
He ignored her question and then asked: Are you still wearing your ring?
She is wearing her ring
He told her to keep her as she was until he got home, and then she tidied up the box of clothes she was about to throw away, then hung up the phone
It was already past one o'clock, and the weather was clear and pleasant. A small piece of sunshine shone on the carpet, shining on the white pajamas and thick cotton bathrobes that had just taken off the body and slipped onto the floor, showing a light green like fresh lemon peel. She picked up these two clothes and took them to the bathroom and hung them in the closet.
Suddenly she saw her image in the mirror
It was a mirror embedded in the door, and there was a mirror on the wall and on the other door, forming a large three-sided mirror: she only wore a pair of green leather slippers of the same color as her bathrobe, only a little darker than her slippers in Rossi. She wore that ring, no longer wearing collars and leather bracelets.
She was alone, she was her only audience, but she never thought that she would fall into a state of fear of loneliness as she was at this moment. She had become a more complete slave, and was willing to do so.
As she bent down to open the drawer, she saw her breasts trembling gently
It took her about two hours to pick out the clothes that were to be packed separately and put them on the bed
There is nothing to choose from on the trousers, she piled them into small piles on the head of the bed
The same goes for bras, not leaving any one, because they all have side hooks at the back, she thought they could change them to those with openings at the front and under the cleavage in the middle.
The belt and garters didn't have to be left, but she was undecided to keep the pink brocade lingerie, which was tied with black lace, and was very similar to the bra she wore at Rossi. She placed it alone on the dressing table, ready to let René decide.
He also has to decide those sweaters. They are all pullovers and tight collars and cannot be opened from the front, but they can be pushed up from the waist to expose the breasts.
All the petticoats are placed on that small pile
In the chest of chests there is a half-body black silk petticoat with beautiful wrinkles, which is designed to be placed under a too thin black wool skirt to make it look less transparent. She needs some half-body petticoats, the short light-colored petticoats
She found that she had to give up the skirt and the kind of button-down skirt and re-made some petticoats that could open from the front just like the skirt
It is easier to explain to modify underwear and dresses, but how can I tell her tailor to modify the petticoat?
She might say that she is not afraid of the cold, so she is willing to open her clothes in front, but in fact she is quite sensitive to cold air
She suddenly thought, how could she be able to withstand the cold of winter when she was dressed so thinly?
She finally finished packing, and only the buttoned shirt at the front, the black folded skirt, the outerwear and the suit she wore when she returned home from Rossi.
Then she went to prepare tea, she turned on the tea stove in the kitchen, the sweeper forgot to fill the firewood basket, O knew that her lover liked to see herself sitting next to the fireplace in the living room when she arrived at home at night. She filled a basket of firewood from the firewood pile in the corridor closet, and mentioned the fire to the fireplace in the living room, lit the fire.
She curled up in a large easy chair, waiting for him to go home, and the tea tray was placed aside. Unlike before, she followed his orders: she waited for him naked.
The first trouble O encountered was when she worked. It might be a bit too much to say that it was troublesome, or rather, it was the surprise of her colleagues.
O works in the fashion department of a photography company and takes photos in the photography room. The models selected by designers often have to pose here for several hours. They are all the most beautiful and sexy girls.
They were all surprised that O was super fake and didn't come back to work until late autumn. This period is the busiest season in the fashion industry because new samples are about to be launched soon.
But this is nothing. What surprised them the most was how big her changes. At first glance, it was difficult to tell exactly where she changed. However, they could feel this change. The more they observed her, the more they were convinced that they had read it wrong: she stood straighter than before, walked with a more straighter posture, and her eyes were clearer, but the most conspicuous thing was her graceful posture when she was resting, and the elegance and elegance of her demeanor that she showed at all times and everywhere.
She has always been conservative in dressing, and always wears a more masculine outfit that girls like to wear.
Because those girls always pay attention to clothing in terms of professional habits and personality, they soon discovered the subtle changes that ordinary eyes cannot see: the outline of her breasts was vaguely outlined when she wore a close-fitting sweater, René finally agreed to leave those sweaters. The hem of the folding skirt was too large when she turned around, and she was always wearing this, just like a uniform.
Too angry, a model told her one day
She is a green-eyed girl with Slavic high cheekbones and olive skin, and you shouldn't wear stockings, she said, wearing this will ruin your legs
This comment was caused by O herself. While she was ecstatic, she hurriedly walked past her and sat down on a large easy chair diagonally opposite her. She lifted her skirt while sitting down. When the tall girl glanced at her, she saw that her thighs above her stockings were naked, and her stockings were only rolled to the height of her knees.
O noticed her smile, and the smile seemed very cunning, making her doubt what the girl was thinking, maybe she understood something
She sorted out her stockings, pulled them upwards and tied them tightly. This is not the common stockings tied with garters, so it is difficult to tighten them easily.
O answered Jacklyn while tying her socks: This is practical
What is the use of facts for doing? Jacklyn wants to know
I don't like garters O answer
But Jacklyn didn't listen to her, but stared at the iron ring and kept watching.
It is different from all the similarities she has taken before, maybe because she has never seen such a model. In short, she has never created such a rich meaning and emotion from a face and a body before.
In fact, O's entire goal is to make the silk, fur and lace look more beautiful through the beauty that flashes in an instant through the girl's naughty image, whether it is the simplest shirt or the extremely luxurious white mink.
Jacklyn has short and thick blonde hair, slightly curly
When she was wearing mink, she always wanted to tilt her head slightly to her left shoulder and hide her face in her upright collar
Once O happened to catch her expression, she smiled gently, her hair swayed gently in the breeze, her smooth and hard cheekbones were close to the gray mink, and the soft gray was like the ashes that had just fallen from the burning wood.
Her red lips slightly opened, her eyes half open and half closed. In the dark liquid luster, she looked like a girl who was addicted to the state of bliss. She was pale and too pale. O washed this photo with extremely low contrast
She also took another masterpiece for Jacklyn, which was even more fascinating: this was a backlight, the photo clearly outlined her bare shoulders, outlined her elegant head shape and face, her entire face was covered in a black mesh veil, with two feathers floating on top of her head like a confused smoke, she was wearing a wide thick brocade robe, the bright and dazzling red made her look like a medieval bride, dragging her robe to her ankles, shining light on her hips, tightly tied around her waist, and a circle of chest stretched out her chest
This costume is called a holiday robe by the designer, and has never been worn before. The stilettos are also made of bright red velvet. When Jacklyn appeared in front of O in this robe and high heels plus the veil that can be imagined as a mask, O always constantly transformed the model in her imagination, making her image more perfect: here, there, there, and tighten her waist, and raise her breasts a little more. It is like Rosie's outfit, just like the one that Jenny wore, the same smooth, heavy, and irritated silk that allowed people to lift it between actions whenever they got the command... Who said it was not?
When Jacklyn walked down from the camera stage, she lifted her skirt in that way, and she performed for fifteen minutes on this stage, the same rustling sound, the same shattering sound of the dry leaves rupture
Is no one wearing this kind of robe anymore?
But they were wearing it, Jacklyn also wore a gold collar around her neck and a gold bracelet on her wrist.
O couldn't help but think: She will look more beautiful when wearing a leather collar and a leather bracelet.
Then O did something she had never done before: She followed Jacklyn to the large locker room next to the photography room, where the models dressed and kept their clothes and supplies
O stood there, leaning against the door frame, his eyes resting on Jacklyn in the dresser mirror, where she was sitting, before she could take off the robe
The mirror occupied a huge amount of the back wall, and the dressing table was just a black glass plate, so I could see Jacklyn and herself in the mirror, as well as the female dressmaker, who was packing her feathers and veils.
Jacklyn took off her necklace herself, she raised her bare arms, and there was a little sweat under her viscera, and her viscera hair was shaved (Why? O curiously thought, how a pity it was to scrape them off, she was so perfect)
O can smell that very exciting, elegant, a bit like a plant-like fragrance, she is guessing what kind of perfume Jacklyn should sprinkle what kind of perfume they will sprinkle her
At this time, Jacklyn took off her bracelet and placed it on the glass plate, making a clanging sound that was memorable, sounding like a chain sound.
Her hair is so beautiful, her skin is slightly darker than the color of her hair, like the fine sand left after the waves recede
In the photo, red velvet will be black
At this moment, Jacklyn raised the thick eyelashes that rarely put on makeup. In the mirror, O's eyes met her gaze. She looked directly at her and couldn't take her eyes away from it.
Her face turned red, but that's all
Sorry, Jacklyn said, I have to take off my clothes
Sorry, O murmured, closing the door
The next day, she took the sample photos taken the day before, but she couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Do she want to show these photos to her lover, or do she not want to show them to him.
That day, he planned to take her out for dinner.
While putting on makeup, she put the photos on the dressing table, while enjoying them, and gently stroked the eyebrows in the photos with her fingers, which were smiling
However, when she heard the sound of unlocking the door, she put the photo in the drawer again
For two weeks, O has been fully prepared for her to be used, but she still can't do it.
Until one night when she came home from the photography room, she found that her lover left a note, which said, "I'm asking her to prepare for dinner with him and one of his friends at 8 o'clock that night. Then a car will come to pick her up and the driver will go upstairs and call the door."
There is also a postscript on the note, asking her to wear the leather jacket, and the clothes must be all black (all two characters have been highlighted), and asking her to put on makeup like she did when she was in Rossi, and she also sprinkled with perfume.
It was six o'clock, it was mid-December, and the weather was quite cold and I went to the dinner in a black outfit, which meant black stockings, black gloves, a fan-shaped folding skirt, a thick sweater with a shiny little star or a short black stocking jacket
She decided to wear the black silk jacket: it had a lining made of large stitches, which was very close to the body; the buttons were buckled from the neck to the waist, just like the tight-fitting ones that men in the sixteenth century loved to wear; it perfectly contoured the breasts because the bra was embedded in the clothes; it was hooked with the same thread, and the hem was cracked on the hips on its hips.
The only ornaments are a row of shiny big gold hooks that are decorated on children's snow boots, and they always make a clanging sound whenever she buckles or opens those wide and flat buckles.
O picked out the clothes she wanted to wear and put them on the bed. At the foot of the bed were her black high-heeled leather shoes
I realized that I was staying freely in my own bathroom, and meticulously putting on myself makeup and perfume. O had a strange feeling. She did these things after bathing, just like she often did at Rosie, but her own cosmetics were different from those used by Rosie.
In the drawer of the dresser, she found some rouge. At first she felt that she was applying it too heavy, and wanted to wash it off with alcohol, which was not easy to wash it off and then started again: she applied the pink peony on her nipples.
She tried to apply the hair-covered labia, but she failed and finally did not leave any traces of rouge there.
Finally, among the lipsticks in the drawer, she found the one that won't fade when kissing. She didn't like this because they were too dry and were not easy to wash off.
Just use this, it's pretty good
She combed her hair, washed her face again, and finally sprinkled with perfume. This spray perfume was given to her by René, and she still can't call her name
Perfume smells of dry wood and swamp plants, a slight irritating and wild
The perfume sprinkled on the skin quickly disappeared, and the perfume sprinkled on the armpits and vagina flowed down, leaving some small ideas
In Rossi, O learned how to consume her time: she sprinkled herself three times of perfume, each time she waited for the fresh perfume to dry and then sprinkled again
She put on stockings, then high heels, then petticoats and long skirts, then jackets
She put on gloves and picked up the bag, which contained her pink box, lipstick, comb, keys and ten francs.
She took out the fur coat from the closet with her gloved hands and glanced at the clock at the bedside: It was almost eight o'clock
She sat obliquely beside the bed, staring at the alarm clock, waiting for the doorbell motionlessly
Finally, she finally heard the doorbell ringing, so she stood up and prepared to leave. Just before turning off the lights, she saw her elegant and elegant expression in the mirror.
The car stopped at the entrance of a small Italian restaurant. When she pushed open the door of the hotel, the first person that caught her eye was René. He sat next to the bar. He smiled at her tenderly, took her hand, and then turned to a gray-haired man with an athlete's body. He introduced O to Mr. Stephen in English.
They asked O to sit down on a stool between them, and as she was about to sit down, René whispered to her half-whisper, be careful not to mess up her clothes
He helped her move the hem of her clothes away from her legs and helped her sit on the edge of the stool. She felt the cold leather was directly against her skin, and the circular metal edge was against her crotch, which made her sit half at the beginning. She was afraid that once she sat down completely, she would have to put her legs together.
She hugged her skirt, she put her right heel on a stool, and her left toe to the floor
The British man bowed without saying a word, then stared at her intently
She noticed that he was looking at her knees, her hands, and finally her lips
His expression was so calm, so meticulous, and so confident. This stare made O feel that she was weighed and tested like a tool, and she knew very well that she was such a tool.
It seemed that she took off her gloves because she knew that once she exposed her hand, he would speak because she had an unusual pair of hands, a pair that looked more like a boy than a girl, and that was the iron ring on her left middle finger, with three golden spirals engraved on it.
But she was wrong, he said nothing, just smiled slightly, which meant that he had seen the ring
René wants a martini, and Mr. Stephen wants a whiskey
He sipped whiskey and waited for René to finish his second martini. O also drank the grape juice that René called for her, and said, if O had no objection, they could go downstairs to have dinner, the single room there was smaller than the one-story room in the hotel and was less noisy.
This floor is actually a big bar
Of course, O said this, and had already picked up the bag and gloves placed on the bar
Mr. Stephen helped her stand up and reached out to her right hand, she put her own hand in her
He finally said something directly to her, and he said: She has a pair of hands that are specially designed to wear iron, this iron
Looks like she is very suitable
Since he said this in English, the meaning seems a bit vague, making people unable to understand that what he said is iron only refers to iron, or the metal itself, or the iron chain.
The private room downstairs is mainly white tones. Although the furnishings are simple, they are refreshing and pleasant. There are only four tables in the private room. One of the customers at one table have finished their meal and are ready to leave their seats.
The walls of the private room are decorated with mural-style cooking techniques and Italian tourist maps, using a soft tones reminiscent of ice cream, vanilla ice cream, raspberry ice cream and pistachio ice cream
This color reminds O. After the meal, it is called ice cream as a sweet food, and it has many almonds and cream on it.
At this moment, she felt relaxed and happy. René's knee was next to her knee under the table. She knew in her heart that no matter what he said, he was just saying to her: he kept staring at her lips
They agreed that she called ice cream, but didn't ask her to call coffee
Mr. Stephen invites O and René to his house for coffee
They ate very little, and O found that the two of them had been paying attention to the amount of wine, and basically didn't let her drink any wine: the three of them drank half a liter of Chianti red wine
Besides, they ate very quickly: it was less than nine o'clock when it ended
On that day, she had a portrait-like expression, her skin was soft, her lips were gentle, and her vision was always drooping. This was the only time she could tolerate this rule
She lit firewood, poured wine and coffee, lit cigarettes, sorted out bouquets, and folded newspapers, just like a young girl in her parents' living room
Her bare neck and leather collar, her corset and prisoner-like bracelet, all made her look so beautiful and refined. Although the orders she received from the men she served were only to stand aside and watch them ravage other girls, she could feel that they wanted to ravage her more.
This is undoubtedly the reason why their attitude towards her is not as good as before
Did she make any mistakes?
Perhaps it was her lover's departure that made them feel more free to deal with her?
In either case, what happened later was like this: just the day after he left, when night fell, she began to take off her clothes, and looked in the mirror of the bathroom to see the whip marks left by Bill's horse whip on her thighs. They were almost gone
At this moment Bill came in
Two hours before eating, he informed her that she would no longer eat with others in the restaurant and prepare her
He pointed to the Turkish toilet in the corner and made her squat, reminding her of Jenny once mentioned that Bill would let her do it
She stayed there for a long time, and he stood there and looked at her. She could see him in the mirror and herself.
She could not control the liquid flowing out of her body. He had been waiting for her to finish bathing and sprinkle the powder. Just as she was about to get her slippers and cloak, he stopped her and then locked her hands behind her back. She sat down at the foot of the bed and waited for him.
It was raining outside at this moment, and the poplar tree in front of the window was swaying in the wind and rain. Occasionally, a pale leaf hit the window glass.
Although the bell at seven o'clock has not yet ringed, the sky is as dark as midnight
Autumn is getting deeper and the day is getting shorter
When Bill came back, he held the eye mask they used to her when she first arrived, and a clanging iron chain in the other hand, which looked very similar to the iron chain on the wall.
O could feel that he was hesitating, wondering if he should wear a blindfold or put a chain on it first
She stared at the rain outside the window, not caring about what he wanted to do to her, but was just thinking: René said that he was going to come back to pick her up, and there were still five days and five nights left, and I wonder where he was now?
Is it alone?
If not, who are you with?
But she believed he would come back
Bill put the chain on the bed and did not interrupt O's daydream, but covered her eyes with a black velvet eye mask.
The eye mask is round under the sockets and covers the cheekbones, making it completely impossible to peek, or even open the eyes.
So, the comforting darkness came like night, O greeted it with a joy that he had never had before, and the equally comforting chain took her away from herself
Bill tied the chain to her collar and asked her to follow him. She stood up and walked forward by the chains.
From the cold brick floor under her feet, she speculated that she was walking on the corridor of the red zone. Later, although the ground under her feet was still very cold, it began to become rough. She knew from her senses that she was walking on the stone ground at the moment, a road made of sand or rock or flower rock
On two occasions, the servant asked her to stop, and she heard the key unlocking and then re-locking.
Pay attention to the steps Bill said
She tripped down the stairs, and Bill hugged her by the waist, and before that, he had never touched her except for whipping her with chains, but at this moment, he pressed her against the cold stone steps, and she tried to grab the stone steps with her locked hands to avoid sliding down
His hand grabbed her breasts, and then his mouth moved from one breast to another, and she could feel his slow erection from the pressing of her body
He didn't help her stand up until after he had enough fun
She was wet and cold, trembling constantly, and finally reached the last level of the stone steps, and at the same time she heard another door being opened.
As soon as she walked in, she immediately felt like she was stepping on a thick carpet under her feet, and the chain was gently pulled. Bill untied her hands and took off her eye mask.
She found herself in a small and short round vaulted room, with the walls and vaults made of stones, and you could see the joints between the stones.
Directly opposite the door, there was a ring embedded in the wall, and the chains on her collar were tied to the ring, which was three feet high from the ground, and she could move forward no more than two steps
There is neither a bed or any facilities to use as a bed, nor any blankets to cover it. There are only three or four Moroccan cushions, but she can't reach it, which is obviously not for her.
However, there was a niche within a distance she could reach, and there was a faint light from it. Apart from this light, the room was dim.
There is also a wooden tray with bread, water and fruit in the alcove.
There is a circle of heating pipes at the foot of the wall, but the heat emitted from the heating pipe cannot cover the smell of the soil: the smell in ancient prisons and ancient castle dungeons
In the hot and dim light, there was no sound, O soon lost the concept of time, no longer day or night, the lights were always bright and unchanged
Bill or other servants made no difference to her at any time, removing bread, water and fruit from the tray, and taking her to a nearby dungeon to take a shower
She could never see the men who came in, because every time they came in, a servant covered her eyes with a blindfold before they left and took them off.
She had lost the ability to distinguish them, and could not tell who they were, how many people were, and who was blindly caricatured by her soft hands and lips.
Sometimes a few people come together, most of the time, they come alone, but every time they take her, they always ask her to kneel down to the wall and receive a whip.
The ring under her collar was tied tightly by the chains on the wall. She put her palm on the wall and her face on the back of her hand to avoid being scratched by the stone wall, and her knees and breasts were directly attached to the stone wall.
She was lost in constant torture and crying, and the round arch smoothed her painful moans
She was waiting, time no longer existed
She has been waiting for three months, three days, maybe ten days or ten years
In the velvety darkness, her chains were opened, she vaguely felt that she was wrapped in a thick cloth, and a man's shoulders and knees held her and picked her up and took her away.
She found herself back to her room, lying under the black skin quilt
It was an early morning, she opened her eyes, her hands were free, René sat beside her, gently stroked her hair
You have to wear clothes now, he said, we're leaving here
She took a quick shower, he helped her comb her hair, handed her the powder and lipstick
When she walked into the room, she found that her suit, shirt, coat, socks and shoes were placed beside the bed, as well as her gloves and small leather bag. She even saw that when the weather changed, she always liked to wear windbreakers outside the suit and a neck-protecting scarf, but these clothes did not have belts and trousers in them.
She slowly put on her clothes one by one, rolled her stockings down to her knees, she was not wearing a windbreaker because the room was very warm
At this moment, the man who explained the rules of the place to her on the first night walked in, and he opened the collar and bracelet for her that he had worn for two weeks.
Did she be freed from their shackles from then on, or did she feel lost?
She was speechless and hardly dared to touch her wrists and throat
He took out a small wooden box and asked her to choose one from the many rings inside that suited her left ring finger. This was a strange iron ring, with gold inside, with a wide badge on the ring, with a raised middle, and three circles from large to small at the upper bottom, each circle spiraled like Guert's light wheel
The second ring she tried on was just right. It was very heavy in her hand, and it shone faintly in the dull gray of the iron.
Why is it iron?
Why is it gold?
She did not understand the meaning of the sign, and it was impossible to talk about it in this room, because the chain was still hanging above the bed, the black quilt slipped on the floor, and the servant Bill could appear at any time, and in the dim light, he seemed to have appeared, wearing that ridiculous drama costume
But she was wrong, Bill didn't show up
René asked her to wear a windbreaker outside the suit, wear a cover of cuffs and gloves. She picked up a headscarf and a small leather bag, and put her coat on her arm.
The sound of her heels hitting the floor was not as loud as slippers. The doors were closed behind her and the living room was empty.
O took her lover's hand, and a stranger who accompanied them opened the familiar door for them. I remember that Jenny once called this place a wall, where there were no more servants and dogs I saw last time
The man lifted a green velvet curtain and led them through it. The curtain drooped behind them, and they heard the sound of closing the door.
They finally came to a living room where they could see the grass outside. As they walked down the steps at the gate, O recognized the car
She sat next to her lover, he held the steering wheel and started the car
They passed through an open space and an open door, and after they opened several hundred meters away, he stopped the car and kissed her
Next they drove back, and the car was driving on the outskirts of a quiet town. O happened to see the name on the road sign: Rossi
2. Mr. Stephen O's residence is located on St. Louis Road. It is an old house facing north and south overlooking the Seine River. The rooms are spacious but relatively low, with a sloping roof. Two large rooms lead to the balcony. The sloped house just covers the balcony.
One of the two rooms is O, and the other has a fireplace, which is filled with bookshelf from the floor to the ceiling. It is usually used as a study and living room, and also as a bedroom if necessary.
A large sofa is placed in front of two large windows, and there is an antique table in front of the fireplace. Sometimes there are too many guests. When the small dining room facing the inner courtyard is not sufficient to use, it is temporarily used as a dining table.
Another room facing the inner courtyard is René, where he often dresses and stores his clothes.
O and him used the yellow bathroom, and the kitchen was painted yellow, small and exquisite
There is a cleaning woman who comes to clean the room once a day. The floor of the room is paved with red bricks, which is the type that is often laid on the second floor stairs and the platform connecting the stairs and corridors in old Paris hotels. I saw that the red bricks were exactly the same again.
Her room was small, with pink and black printed curtains tightly hidden, fire burning behind the metal fence, quilts stacked up, and the bed looked very neat
I bought you a nylon pajama, René said, you have never had this kind of pajama
Sure enough, a snow-white translucent nylon pajama spread out on the side where she often slept on the bed, elegantly dressed like an Egyptian statue.
O Another thin belt was tied to the pajamas with elastic bands around the waist. The texture of the pajamas was so gentle that the shadow on the buttocks made it look light pink.
Apart from the screens in the same color as the curtains and the covers of two small backrest chairs, the room was snow-white: the walls, the lace tassels of the mahogany four-poster bed and the bearskin carpet on the floor
Sitting by the fireplace in that white pajama, O began to listen to her lover
He warned her from the beginning: Don't think she is free now, unless she no longer loves him and leaves him immediately, she can regain her freedom, but if she still loves him, there is no freedom to say
She listened to him saying these words, silently, but her heart was filled with joy, because he wanted to prove to himself that she belonged to him
He was so naive that he hadn't realized that his ownership of her did not need any proof. Perhaps he had realized it, but he still wanted to emphasize it, even just to get some happiness from it?
She stared at the flames as he spoke, and did not dare to look into his eyes
He stood, walking around every now and then
Suddenly, he told her that he hoped that she would not hold her knees together or hold her arms when listening to him. She was sitting there in a position of her arms wrapped around her knees.
So she lifted the hem of her pajamas and sat up, or rather, on her heel in the posture of a nun or a Japanese woman, waiting for him to continue talking.
With her knees spread out, she felt the white bear fur gently but sharply piercing the middle of her half-open thighs.
He continued: Her legs were not spread wide enough, and when the word "Split" and "Split your legs" were spit out of her lover's mouth, she had such great anxiety and strength, and when she heard it, she had to feel a kind of inner worship waiting and solemn obedience, as if God was in front of her, not him talking to her.
So she didn't move, put her palms upwards on both sides of her knees, and the hem of her pajamas was spread out on the carpet
His lover's hope for her is very simple, that is: she must be in a state that can be obtained anytime, anywhere
It is far from enough to approach her that he is alone, and it must be seen by her experience that she is ready to use as expected.
He said it had two meanings: the first she already knew, and was told the first night she arrived at the castle: she could never close her knees or close her lips
She probably thought it was not difficult to do this (she did think so), but she had to understand that it would take her unremitting efforts to strictly observe this discipline, which would constantly remind her: between her and him, and perhaps there was a shared secret between several others, reminding her to remember her true status, even when she acted among those who did not know their secrets and seemed to be the same as ordinary people.
As for the clothes, she could choose as she wanted, and she could design them herself if necessary. He no longer asked her to dress in the half-naked outfit she had on Rossi's car.
Tomorrow she will stay at home to organize her clothes in her closet and underwear in her chest. She should hand him everything like belts and trousers, including all bras, like the bras that must be cut off to remove, any long clothes covering her breasts, all shirts and skirts that do not open in front, and any tight skirts that cannot be easily lifted up.
She will re-sew other styles of bras, shirts and skirts
Should she wear nothing under her shirt or sweater when she goes to see the tailor?
Yes, she should wear nothing in it. If anyone noticed, she could explain it in any way she likes, or simply not explain it, as she pleases. This is her problem, just her own problem.
He had other orders for her, but he would rather say it in a few days, and hoped that she would wear proper clothes before listening, and in the small drawer of the table she would find everything she needed for
After he finished speaking, she still knelt motionlessly and murmured: I love you
He added some wood to the fireplace, lit the table lamp of the pink opal at the head of the bed, and then he told O to go to bed and wait for him, and he would sleep with her tonight
When he came back, O reached out and turned off the lights, she used her left hand, so before the darkness swallowed the room, she saw the last glory of the iron ring on her finger
She lay on her side, her lover called her name gently, while holding the lower end of her abdomen with her hand and pulling her into his arms
The next morning René went out and said he would not come back until the evening to take her to the restaurant.
O had lunch alone in that green dining room, wearing a bathrobe, the phone rang
The phone is placed under the bedside lamp in the bedroom, and O is the phone that I answered on the floor
It was René, he wanted to know if the sweeper had left
She had left, and after serving lunch, she left, and would not come again until tomorrow morning
Have you started to organize your clothes? Rene asked
I just started, she replied, I got up very late, it was noon after finishing my clothes
Have you dressed?
No, I only wear pajamas and yukata
Put down the phone first, take off your pajamas and yukata
O obediently did as he said
At this moment, the phone suddenly slid down from the bed. She was shocked and placed the phone on the white carpet. She thought the phone had hung up, but the phone was not hung up.
Are you naked? René continues to ask
Yes, she said, where did you call?
He ignored her question and then asked: Are you still wearing your ring?
She is wearing her ring
He told her to keep her as she was until he got home, and then she tidied up the box of clothes she was about to throw away, then hung up the phone
It was already past one o'clock, and the weather was clear and pleasant. A small piece of sunshine shone on the carpet, shining on the white pajamas and thick cotton bathrobes that had just taken off the body and slipped onto the floor, showing a light green like fresh lemon peel. She picked up these two clothes and took them to the bathroom and hung them in the closet.
Suddenly she saw her image in the mirror
It was a mirror embedded in the door, and there was a mirror on the wall and on the other door, forming a large three-sided mirror: she only wore a pair of green leather slippers of the same color as her bathrobe, only a little darker than her slippers in Rossi. She wore that ring, no longer wearing collars and leather bracelets.
She was alone, she was her only audience, but she never thought that she would fall into a state of fear of loneliness as she was at this moment. She had become a more complete slave, and was willing to do so.
As she bent down to open the drawer, she saw her breasts trembling gently
It took her about two hours to pick out the clothes that were to be packed separately and put them on the bed
There is nothing to choose from on the trousers, she piled them into small piles on the head of the bed
The same goes for bras, not leaving any one, because they all have side hooks at the back, she thought they could change them to those with openings at the front and under the cleavage in the middle.
The belt and garters didn't have to be left, but she was undecided to keep the pink brocade lingerie, which was tied with black lace, and was very similar to the bra she wore at Rossi. She placed it alone on the dressing table, ready to let René decide.
He also has to decide those sweaters. They are all pullovers and tight collars and cannot be opened from the front, but they can be pushed up from the waist to expose the breasts.
All the petticoats are placed on that small pile
In the chest of chests there is a half-body black silk petticoat with beautiful wrinkles, which is designed to be placed under a too thin black wool skirt to make it look less transparent. She needs some half-body petticoats, the short light-colored petticoats
She found that she had to give up the skirt and the kind of button-down skirt and re-made some petticoats that could open from the front just like the skirt
It is easier to explain to modify underwear and dresses, but how can I tell her tailor to modify the petticoat?
She might say that she is not afraid of the cold, so she is willing to open her clothes in front, but in fact she is quite sensitive to cold air
She suddenly thought, how could she be able to withstand the cold of winter when she was dressed so thinly?
She finally finished packing, and only the buttoned shirt at the front, the black folded skirt, the outerwear and the suit she wore when she returned home from Rossi.
Then she went to prepare tea, she turned on the tea stove in the kitchen, the sweeper forgot to fill the firewood basket, O knew that her lover liked to see herself sitting next to the fireplace in the living room when she arrived at home at night. She filled a basket of firewood from the firewood pile in the corridor closet, and mentioned the fire to the fireplace in the living room, lit the fire.
She curled up in a large easy chair, waiting for him to go home, and the tea tray was placed aside. Unlike before, she followed his orders: she waited for him naked.
The first trouble O encountered was when she worked. It might be a bit too much to say that it was troublesome, or rather, it was the surprise of her colleagues.
O works in the fashion department of a photography company and takes photos in the photography room. The models selected by designers often have to pose here for several hours. They are all the most beautiful and sexy girls.
They were all surprised that O was super fake and didn't come back to work until late autumn. This period is the busiest season in the fashion industry because new samples are about to be launched soon.
But this is nothing. What surprised them the most was how big her changes. At first glance, it was difficult to tell exactly where she changed. However, they could feel this change. The more they observed her, the more they were convinced that they had read it wrong: she stood straighter than before, walked with a more straighter posture, and her eyes were clearer, but the most conspicuous thing was her graceful posture when she was resting, and the elegance and elegance of her demeanor that she showed at all times and everywhere.
She has always been conservative in dressing, and always wears a more masculine outfit that girls like to wear.
Because those girls always pay attention to clothing in terms of professional habits and personality, they soon discovered the subtle changes that ordinary eyes cannot see: the outline of her breasts was vaguely outlined when she wore a close-fitting sweater, René finally agreed to leave those sweaters. The hem of the folding skirt was too large when she turned around, and she was always wearing this, just like a uniform.
Too angry, a model told her one day
She is a green-eyed girl with Slavic high cheekbones and olive skin, and you shouldn't wear stockings, she said, wearing this will ruin your legs
This comment was caused by O herself. While she was ecstatic, she hurriedly walked past her and sat down on a large easy chair diagonally opposite her. She lifted her skirt while sitting down. When the tall girl glanced at her, she saw that her thighs above her stockings were naked, and her stockings were only rolled to the height of her knees.
O noticed her smile, and the smile seemed very cunning, making her doubt what the girl was thinking, maybe she understood something
She sorted out her stockings, pulled them upwards and tied them tightly. This is not the common stockings tied with garters, so it is difficult to tighten them easily.
O answered Jacklyn while tying her socks: This is practical
What is the use of facts for doing? Jacklyn wants to know
I don't like garters O answer
But Jacklyn didn't listen to her, but stared at the iron ring and kept watching.
It is different from all the similarities she has taken before, maybe because she has never seen such a model. In short, she has never created such a rich meaning and emotion from a face and a body before.
In fact, O's entire goal is to make the silk, fur and lace look more beautiful through the beauty that flashes in an instant through the girl's naughty image, whether it is the simplest shirt or the extremely luxurious white mink.
Jacklyn has short and thick blonde hair, slightly curly
When she was wearing mink, she always wanted to tilt her head slightly to her left shoulder and hide her face in her upright collar
Once O happened to catch her expression, she smiled gently, her hair swayed gently in the breeze, her smooth and hard cheekbones were close to the gray mink, and the soft gray was like the ashes that had just fallen from the burning wood.
Her red lips slightly opened, her eyes half open and half closed. In the dark liquid luster, she looked like a girl who was addicted to the state of bliss. She was pale and too pale. O washed this photo with extremely low contrast
She also took another masterpiece for Jacklyn, which was even more fascinating: this was a backlight, the photo clearly outlined her bare shoulders, outlined her elegant head shape and face, her entire face was covered in a black mesh veil, with two feathers floating on top of her head like a confused smoke, she was wearing a wide thick brocade robe, the bright and dazzling red made her look like a medieval bride, dragging her robe to her ankles, shining light on her hips, tightly tied around her waist, and a circle of chest stretched out her chest
This costume is called a holiday robe by the designer, and has never been worn before. The stilettos are also made of bright red velvet. When Jacklyn appeared in front of O in this robe and high heels plus the veil that can be imagined as a mask, O always constantly transformed the model in her imagination, making her image more perfect: here, there, there, and tighten her waist, and raise her breasts a little more. It is like Rosie's outfit, just like the one that Jenny wore, the same smooth, heavy, and irritated silk that allowed people to lift it between actions whenever they got the command... Who said it was not?
When Jacklyn walked down from the camera stage, she lifted her skirt in that way, and she performed for fifteen minutes on this stage, the same rustling sound, the same shattering sound of the dry leaves rupture
Is no one wearing this kind of robe anymore?
But they were wearing it, Jacklyn also wore a gold collar around her neck and a gold bracelet on her wrist.
O couldn't help but think: She will look more beautiful when wearing a leather collar and a leather bracelet.
Then O did something she had never done before: She followed Jacklyn to the large locker room next to the photography room, where the models dressed and kept their clothes and supplies
O stood there, leaning against the door frame, his eyes resting on Jacklyn in the dresser mirror, where she was sitting, before she could take off the robe
The mirror occupied a huge amount of the back wall, and the dressing table was just a black glass plate, so I could see Jacklyn and herself in the mirror, as well as the female dressmaker, who was packing her feathers and veils.
Jacklyn took off her necklace herself, she raised her bare arms, and there was a little sweat under her viscera, and her viscera hair was shaved (Why? O curiously thought, how a pity it was to scrape them off, she was so perfect)
O can smell that very exciting, elegant, a bit like a plant-like fragrance, she is guessing what kind of perfume Jacklyn should sprinkle what kind of perfume they will sprinkle her
At this time, Jacklyn took off her bracelet and placed it on the glass plate, making a clanging sound that was memorable, sounding like a chain sound.
Her hair is so beautiful, her skin is slightly darker than the color of her hair, like the fine sand left after the waves recede
In the photo, red velvet will be black
At this moment, Jacklyn raised the thick eyelashes that rarely put on makeup. In the mirror, O's eyes met her gaze. She looked directly at her and couldn't take her eyes away from it.
Her face turned red, but that's all
Sorry, Jacklyn said, I have to take off my clothes
Sorry, O murmured, closing the door
The next day, she took the sample photos taken the day before, but she couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Do she want to show these photos to her lover, or do she not want to show them to him.
That day, he planned to take her out for dinner.
While putting on makeup, she put the photos on the dressing table, while enjoying them, and gently stroked the eyebrows in the photos with her fingers, which were smiling
However, when she heard the sound of unlocking the door, she put the photo in the drawer again
For two weeks, O has been fully prepared for her to be used, but she still can't do it.
Until one night when she came home from the photography room, she found that her lover left a note, which said, "I'm asking her to prepare for dinner with him and one of his friends at 8 o'clock that night. Then a car will come to pick her up and the driver will go upstairs and call the door."
There is also a postscript on the note, asking her to wear the leather jacket, and the clothes must be all black (all two characters have been highlighted), and asking her to put on makeup like she did when she was in Rossi, and she also sprinkled with perfume.
It was six o'clock, it was mid-December, and the weather was quite cold and I went to the dinner in a black outfit, which meant black stockings, black gloves, a fan-shaped folding skirt, a thick sweater with a shiny little star or a short black stocking jacket
She decided to wear the black silk jacket: it had a lining made of large stitches, which was very close to the body; the buttons were buckled from the neck to the waist, just like the tight-fitting ones that men in the sixteenth century loved to wear; it perfectly contoured the breasts because the bra was embedded in the clothes; it was hooked with the same thread, and the hem was cracked on the hips on its hips.
The only ornaments are a row of shiny big gold hooks that are decorated on children's snow boots, and they always make a clanging sound whenever she buckles or opens those wide and flat buckles.
O picked out the clothes she wanted to wear and put them on the bed. At the foot of the bed were her black high-heeled leather shoes
I realized that I was staying freely in my own bathroom, and meticulously putting on myself makeup and perfume. O had a strange feeling. She did these things after bathing, just like she often did at Rosie, but her own cosmetics were different from those used by Rosie.
In the drawer of the dresser, she found some rouge. At first she felt that she was applying it too heavy, and wanted to wash it off with alcohol, which was not easy to wash it off and then started again: she applied the pink peony on her nipples.
She tried to apply the hair-covered labia, but she failed and finally did not leave any traces of rouge there.
Finally, among the lipsticks in the drawer, she found the one that won't fade when kissing. She didn't like this because they were too dry and were not easy to wash off.
Just use this, it's pretty good
She combed her hair, washed her face again, and finally sprinkled with perfume. This spray perfume was given to her by René, and she still can't call her name
Perfume smells of dry wood and swamp plants, a slight irritating and wild
The perfume sprinkled on the skin quickly disappeared, and the perfume sprinkled on the armpits and vagina flowed down, leaving some small ideas
In Rossi, O learned how to consume her time: she sprinkled herself three times of perfume, each time she waited for the fresh perfume to dry and then sprinkled again
She put on stockings, then high heels, then petticoats and long skirts, then jackets
She put on gloves and picked up the bag, which contained her pink box, lipstick, comb, keys and ten francs.
She took out the fur coat from the closet with her gloved hands and glanced at the clock at the bedside: It was almost eight o'clock
She sat obliquely beside the bed, staring at the alarm clock, waiting for the doorbell motionlessly
Finally, she finally heard the doorbell ringing, so she stood up and prepared to leave. Just before turning off the lights, she saw her elegant and elegant expression in the mirror.
The car stopped at the entrance of a small Italian restaurant. When she pushed open the door of the hotel, the first person that caught her eye was René. He sat next to the bar. He smiled at her tenderly, took her hand, and then turned to a gray-haired man with an athlete's body. He introduced O to Mr. Stephen in English.
They asked O to sit down on a stool between them, and as she was about to sit down, René whispered to her half-whisper, be careful not to mess up her clothes
He helped her move the hem of her clothes away from her legs and helped her sit on the edge of the stool. She felt the cold leather was directly against her skin, and the circular metal edge was against her crotch, which made her sit half at the beginning. She was afraid that once she sat down completely, she would have to put her legs together.
She hugged her skirt, she put her right heel on a stool, and her left toe to the floor
The British man bowed without saying a word, then stared at her intently
She noticed that he was looking at her knees, her hands, and finally her lips
His expression was so calm, so meticulous, and so confident. This stare made O feel that she was weighed and tested like a tool, and she knew very well that she was such a tool.
It seemed that she took off her gloves because she knew that once she exposed her hand, he would speak because she had an unusual pair of hands, a pair that looked more like a boy than a girl, and that was the iron ring on her left middle finger, with three golden spirals engraved on it.
But she was wrong, he said nothing, just smiled slightly, which meant that he had seen the ring
René wants a martini, and Mr. Stephen wants a whiskey
He sipped whiskey and waited for René to finish his second martini. O also drank the grape juice that René called for her, and said, if O had no objection, they could go downstairs to have dinner, the single room there was smaller than the one-story room in the hotel and was less noisy.
This floor is actually a big bar
Of course, O said this, and had already picked up the bag and gloves placed on the bar
Mr. Stephen helped her stand up and reached out to her right hand, she put her own hand in her
He finally said something directly to her, and he said: She has a pair of hands that are specially designed to wear iron, this iron
Looks like she is very suitable
Since he said this in English, the meaning seems a bit vague, making people unable to understand that what he said is iron only refers to iron, or the metal itself, or the iron chain.
The private room downstairs is mainly white tones. Although the furnishings are simple, they are refreshing and pleasant. There are only four tables in the private room. One of the customers at one table have finished their meal and are ready to leave their seats.
The walls of the private room are decorated with mural-style cooking techniques and Italian tourist maps, using a soft tones reminiscent of ice cream, vanilla ice cream, raspberry ice cream and pistachio ice cream
This color reminds O. After the meal, it is called ice cream as a sweet food, and it has many almonds and cream on it.
At this moment, she felt relaxed and happy. René's knee was next to her knee under the table. She knew in her heart that no matter what he said, he was just saying to her: he kept staring at her lips
They agreed that she called ice cream, but didn't ask her to call coffee
Mr. Stephen invites O and René to his house for coffee
They ate very little, and O found that the two of them had been paying attention to the amount of wine, and basically didn't let her drink any wine: the three of them drank half a liter of Chianti red wine
Besides, they ate very quickly: it was less than nine o'clock when it ended
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