A Previous Morning at Roissy: Part Two

After meeting with Gaspar concerning his plan for Jeanne, Anne Marie began planning for the quarterly meeting with the Roissy Society’s Personnel and Finance Committee which was scheduled for 10:45 that morning in hopes that old, fat Cyril might still be sober or at least coherent. In addition to Cyril, the other members of the committee were Gaspar, Sir Donald, Reynard, and Raymond, the DGSE spymaster. All were already seated around the conference table when Anne Marie made her entrance. She nodded to Gaspar as if to say, ‘we meet again,’ and strode to the head of the table.

She began, “Gentlemen, it is good to see you on this fine spring morning. And I do mean that it is a fine morning not only due to the blooming flowers, but also because it seems the Covid plague is loosening its grip on France. Accordingly, with your permission, I am proposing that we fully re-open Roissy to guests beginning the first of May.”

Hearing this, old Cyril interrupted, “Reminds me of a ditty I once heard many years ago: Hooray! Hooray! It’s the first of May. Hooray! Hooray! Outdoor fucking starts today!” Then he laughed at his own joke.

Gaspar glared at him and said, “Anne Marie, please continue.”

She continued, “Well, Cyril is correct in a sense. With the Chateau opening completely on May first, I expect we may have some outdoor liaisons when our staff goes back to full strength.”

“And what do you estimate that strength to be?” asked Sir Donald.

“We will bring back all the support staff – cooks, valets, servants, grounds crew that we had furloughed the previous quarter…”

“And the girls? How many?” asked Sir Donald.

“That is more difficult to determine,” responded Anne Marie. “Of course, any Master may bring whomever he wishes at any time. A Master’s slave or a girl seduced into coming by a Master will always be welcomed at Roissy. For example, even during this past quarter when we went to a short staff, slaves Collette, Julienne, and Blaise Marie were housed here along with about a dozen ‘free’ prostitutes.”

“So what numbers are we talking about?” continued Sir Donald, sounding mildly exasperated.

“I would think perhaps two dozen, possibly a couple more. It is really hard to forecast,” said Anne Marie.

“And for a guest to take a girl who is a personal slave and considered property of her Master. That guest is still charged double the rate of what he would pay for one of the free prostitutes. Am I correct?”

“Yes. That is correct. If a girl bears marks indicating she is the property of a Master, she is paid twice the rate of a free prostitute.”

Sir Donald continued, “Then we Masters need to encourage other Masters to bring in girls willing to become personal slaves.”

Old Cyril interrupted again, “Easier said than done.”

“But doable,” responded Gaspar. Take my nephew’s little whore Jeanne for example. She has been here at Roissy several times before. Perhaps some of you may have even sampled her pleasures. But now my nephew and I are planning to turn her into a fully owned slave and marked accordingly. Future guests will be paying twice as much to take her.” Then turning to Cyril, he continued, “You see, old friend, it can be done. One just has to work at it.”

There was a brief silence in the room. Then Anne Marie continued, “Don’t forget. Etienne has returned from California with a girl he wishes to bring here, and Axel, another Master who has been away has his girl Zoe primed to complete her training. So, that is two more who will possibly be earning double, so to speak.”

This seemed to pacify Sir Donald who said, “I think you have done well, Anne Marie. Accordingly, I make amotion that Chateau Roissy fully re-open on May First.”

The motion carried unanimously.

Then he went to the small bed where Julienne was lying. He sat down and ran his hand over her, tweaking her nipples to make them stand erect. He said, “You especially will be quite popular, I’m sure. When you are naked, or your dress is rolled up in back, a guest will see right off that your ass is branded with your Master’s initials and then…” James ran his hand down over Julienne’s belly to her sex. “And then he will notice that not only are your lower lips pierced, but upon closer inspection will notice that there is a small chain hanging from inside your vagina, attached to the ring that pierces you cervix.” Then he pushed two fingers into Julienne.

Julienne reacted, flinching. She remembered that morning the previous fall when Dr Serrano, under Anne Marie’s direction and at the request of her lover and Master Etienne had performed the procedure. Julienne remembered vividly Anne Marie calling her to her office where Anne Marie had told her that Etienne, who had gone to California on business and had left Julienne at Roissy, had met a woman there. She was evidently the slave of a man who had decided to pierce her cervix and affix a ring there. Etienne had written Anne Marie that it was perhaps the most erotic thing he had ever seen and wanted the same for Julienne. Julienne had blanched at the idea, but had, out of love and devotion to Etienne, agreed.

Julienne also recalled hearing Anne Marie say that although she had pierced many girl’s labia or clitoral hoods, piercing a cervix was something she was not sure about. Accordingly, she had contacted Dr Serrano, who occasionally performed other medical procedures for Roissy slaves. Serrano had agreed and with a crew from Arte Television filming the procedure, he performed the piercing. Unfortunately, Julienne had contracted an infection as a result and nearly died. It had been a long, painful recovery period for her, but now she was healed.

As these thoughts swirled in her head, James continued to probe her sex. He said, “Good. You’re getting wet now,” and continued to probe, alternating with running a finger over her clitoris, just now emerging from its protective sheath.

From across the room, Blaise Marie watched from her bed, her hands, like Julienne’s, chained to the collar around her neck which was in turn secured to the head of the bed. She heard a slight moan escape from Julienne’s lips and thought to herself, “This is why they chain us the way they do. So we cannot touch ourselves. They do not want us to be able to masturbate at night after the valets send us to our rooms. Would we? I know I probably would, especially after a Master took me, but did not bring me to pleasure. I guess they want to have control over every aspect of our body.”

And across the room, Julienne knew that she was succumbing to James’ probing fingers. She moaned again, louder this time. She knew she was close…

But then James stopped. He said, “No coming yet for you, bitch. Instead it’s time for your morning whipping.”

But Fate was not kind to Claudi that night. Michael, one of the crueler valets, was walking by the closet when he heard a stifled moan from within. He flung open the door and saw Claudia with her dress pulled to the side, fingering herself. Claudia immediately stopped, but it was too late. Michael said, “Wretched whore! Just what do you think you’re doing?” As he reached for the riding crop he carried in his belt, Claudia fell to her knees and said, “Oh, please do not whip me. Please I’ll do anything, but don’t whip me. I’ve already been whipped twice today.” As she said this, she reached to his crotch and began undoing his trousers.

But as Claudia took his member in her mouth, Michael raised her dress in back and struck her buttocks, saying, “This is the least of it. I’m reporting you to Anne Marie.”

++++ The next morning, Michael came into the bedroom Claudia now shared with Jeanne. As he undid the chain that bound her to the bed’s headboard, he said, “Anne Marie said that you should be given the special punishment and then have to wear a chastity belt.” Claudia seemed resigned to her Fate and docilly followed Michael to the Whipping Room.

There is the middle of the room was a raised table, the length of which was about the same as a man’s torso a narrower width. At one end leather bracelets were attached at the corners. Above, hanging from the ceiling by a chain that was used to raise or lower it was an iron bar with two leather bracelets about a meter apart. Michael lowered the bar and had Claudia put her ankles in the bracelets on the end of the bar. Then he did the same with her hands at the head of the table. After buckling in her hands and ankles and making sure they were firmly secured, he cranked the bar up using the chain. Quickly Claudia’s legs were raised and spread, exposing her open sex.

It was at this moment that Anne Marie came into the room, followed by her current girl, little Yvette. From the corner of her eye, Claudia saw that Yvette was carrying a coiled dog whip. Anne Marie came to Claudia’s face and said, “You know what is about to happen. You are to be whipped on your sex, between your widespread thighs. Yvette will whip you. Whipping you in this way, on the part of the body that defines you as a woman also defines you as a slave. A slave who cannot control even the most private part of her body, that part of your body that gives pleasure and gives you your only worth. Yet, it Is not yours. It belongs to whatever man here wants you. And you must remember that it is for his pleasure, not yours.” As she said this, little Yvette brought down the whip on Claudia.

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Later Yvette and Michael fastened the chastity belt around Claudia. She felt the cold metal against her hot, tortured flesh and heard Anne Marie say, “For further punishment, you will wear this belt for a fortnight. It will be removed only when a Master or a guest calls for you.”

Once the valets had stripped the chosen ones, Blaise Marie looked at Rene and Rolfe who were watching. With tears in her eyes she begged them, “Set me free. I no longer love either of you.”

Hearing that the Roissy Grand Master said, “Let her go.”

And Blaise Marie walked out of the Chateau into the snow, naked as the day she was born, never to be seen again.