ELLE USA • MARCH 2020 ‘DESIGN FOR LIVING’

Photography: Chris Colls

Styling: Alex White

Hair: Ward

Make-Up: Frank B.

Manicure: Yuko Tsuchihashi

Set Design: Rafa Olarra

Model: Doutzen Kroes

Dani did not answer, and Etienne continued, “Probably not since you were hooded. But I brought you by there table and we spoke about you. I invited them to watch you being punished. I hope that is alright.” He paused, then, “Oh! And Zoe. Zoe will administer the flogging. But first she will caress, kiss, and tongue you. Not enough to allow you to come, of course, but enough to make you ache for that release. Todd told me that he thought you might reach orgasm from being flogged. We’ll see f that is true.” Then turning to Ari and Margareta, he continued, “I’m sure you would be interested in knowing that.”

When Ari spoke, Dani immediately recognized his voice from the night before in the bar. “Yes. I often had Doutzen flogged on her cunt, but I don’t think she was ever able to come from it.”

“Well, we’ll see if Dani can,” said Etienne. Then, “Zoe, please begin to kiss Dani.”

Zoe kissed Dani on the mouth, softly at first, then deeper. So deeply that Dani had to gasp for breath. Then Zoe’s lips moved to Dani’s breasts, gently sucking and biting at her already erect nipples. Dani couldn’t suppress a soft moan. She heard the man called Ari’s voice say, “Margareta, would you too like to kiss and caress her? Go ahead. Etienne won’t mind.” As Zoe continued to attend to Dani’s breasts with her mouth, her hand slid down Dani’s belly to her waiting, open sex. Dani felt fingers on her clitoris, already emerging from its protective sheath. She moaned again as the woman called Margareta kissed her softly on the lips.

Dani’s hips began to roll involuntarily. She moaned again. She was very close when she heard Etienne say, “That’s enough. Step back, Zoe.” He came to Dani’s face and said, “Dani, tell these people what comes next.”

Dani too a deep breath and said, “I’m to be flogged.”

“How and where?” asked Etienne. Dani didn’t answer. Etienne said, “Tell us how you are to be flogged. Say, ‘I’m to be flogged on my pussy,’ then tell u show that will make you feel. Say it now.”

Dani finally said, “I am to be flogged on my pussy to remind me that I am a slave. Nothing more than a slave.”

As Dani said this, Zoe stood astride her. Dani could see the tassels of the whip between Zoe’s legs. She heard Etienne say, “Begin now, Zoe.”

“A television personality? Who?” asked Margareta.

Etienne answered, “Verona F., the hostess for ‘Discovery with Verona.’ It’s part of some plan, Gaspar and Anne Marie cooked up as a way for Roissy to make several hundred thousand Euros.”

“Personally, I think the girl just wants an excuse to be fucked and beaten,” said old Cyril.

“Well, that is certainly true in some cases,” replied Ari. “Most women want that from time to time. Don’t you agree, Margareta?”

Margareta, still trying to regain some composure, replied, “Perhaps. Perhaps the former, but I doubt many want to be beaten.”

“Well, it is certainly true for this,’ said Etienne, tugging on the leash. “In fact, this craves pain more than it craves sex.” Then he leaned over and said in a theatrical whisper to the hooded woman, “I know you cannot speak, but nod your head if you agree.” Several moments passed with no movement from the hooded woman. Etienne said in a louder voice, “I asked you a question. Respond if you know what is good for you!”

Now, the woman’s head bobbed up and down. Etienne laughed and said, “Being somewhat stubborn is just its way of asking for a beating. In fact, it can come from just being beaten.” Then, looking at Margareta he said, “Why don’t you come watch it being whipped in the morning? The way disobedient slaves are whipped. We’ll see if it comes from that. I promise it will be quite a show.”

Margareta looked at Ari and said, “I don’t think that is possible. I must get back home tonight.”

Ari said, “We could stay over. It sounds like it would be quite amusing. I remember watching Doutzen being whipped in that way. I do not think she came from it, but I almost did.” He laughed, then, “Why don’t we stay over. We can go back after breakfast. Rudy is out of the country and would never know.”

Margareta sighed and said, “Okay.”

Chloe in Thailand: Part Two

A little later Josie lay naked on the bed slumped, like one of those wind-up jumping jack toys whose spring has broken. She looked up at Chloe with her green eyes and said, “Oh my God! The things you do to me!” Chloe, now standing over the bed, but still completely naked looked down on Josie with a big grin on her face and said, “Hitting a golf ball a long ways is not my only skill, Dear.” As she said this, she was holding a large dildo in her hand. She held it up and said to Josie, “You seemed to really enjoy it when I used this on you.” Josie responded, “Oh, I really did. Your tongue and fingers are great, but sometimes a girl wants a little more. A little more like a man. But without all the problems that men cause.” Chloe grinned and said, “You wouldn’t have noticed, but it is hollow. Maybe I can slip over the top of my putter. A friend on tour gave it to me as a joke, but I found it quite useful. Maybe, I’ll slip it over mt putter grip today. It would give the gallery and broadcasters something to think about.” She laughed out loud and began singing Bonnie Raitt’s ‘Let’s Give Them Something to Talk About.”

Josie said in mock horror, “You wouldn’t! People know that we are an item again. Now that you dumped that dreadful actress, that Sims girl.” Josie paused, then working her courage up, “And just what on earth did you ever see in her? Why she’s more butch than you.”

Chloe replied, “Well, I thought you had gone back to fucking Nicco. Turn about is fair play. And not only on the golf course.”

“It was just once. He had a race in Denver, and he called me while I was doing that lingerie shoot. He sounded so pitiful and said that he loved me still. Please forgive me. Your use of that ‘putter dildo’ has made me already forget him.”

“And I have already dumped Kirsten, so I guess we are even.” Chloe paused, then heading to th shower she said, “You are coming to watch me play today, aren’t you?”

Josie responded, “Of course.”

After dinner Anne Marie, little Yvette, Verona and Mathilde repaired to a private study for brandy and coffee. Verona’s photographer, Jacques, excused himself saying there was too much estrogen in the air for him to be comfortable. As he left the dining room, Mathilde remarked, “Estrogen, Hell! Jacques is seeking some more testosterone. He has a thing for that tall valet.” Verona giggled as did Yvette.

Once in the study Yvette poured the other women some brandy and then curled up at Anne Marie’s feet. Taking a sip of the brandy Verona said, “Anne Marie, why aren’t you performing the procedure on Julienne? I thought you had pierced many of the girls here and even branded a few.”

Anne Marie responded, “It’s true I have pierced many a girl. In some cases, they ask for it for decoration, the same as a tattoo. These are usually the girls who come here voluntarily; they feel it makes them stand out more and thus more desirable to a customer. But as for a girl whose lover brings her here to Roissy, it is to show her devotion to her lover or Master. For both types I have done many piercings – nipples, labia, clitoral hood, really almost anything. But to answer your question, what is being done to Julienne is beyond my expertise. It will take someone with real medical training, so I called Doctor Serrano. He has helped on other occasions.”

Verona nodded and Mathilde said, “Did I hear you say you had actually branded some of the girls here. Branded like a cow, with a hot iron?” Again, Anne Marie answered, “Yes. I think I have branded half a dozen or so. A girl called Yvonne and there is Julienne, of course. And there was O. Then Uta. And the two girls who were also models – Doutzen and Anna who is still here. Really though, a tattoo is more effective. Brands fade and sometimes the scar tissue disfigures over time. But there is something about branding that works on a deeper psychological level than a tattoo. Men requesting their women to be branded always seem to want some special significance associated with it.”

“How so?” asked Verona.

“It may be a special date; Ari, Doutzen’s Master chose Valentine’s day for her branding. Uta’s Master requested she be branded at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve as did Tristan for Anna, poor Tristan shot dead in Malaga in the terrorist attack.” Anne Marie laughed a little and said, “I remember Rolfe, Uta’s Master holding her while he had Doutzen take his member in her mouth. He came in Doutzen’s mouth just as I applied the iron to Uta’s buttocks. Poor Tristan wanted Anna branded in front just above her sex with a ‘T’ in a circle. But usually it is on the rear for some reason. O, Julienne and the others were branded there. I believe Sir Stephen had me brand O on his dead mother’s birthday. It was in August, I remember.”

Anne Marie took a large sip from her brandy and continued, “And, of course, some like drama associated with the branding. I remember Yvonne’s Master had her head shaved. Then she was strung up with her hands and feet bound between two stakes, and a noose of rough rope around her neck. She was naked except for a corset tightened so that breathing was difficult. He had the noose tightened to further restrict her breathing. Sometimes a Master will request music to be played.”

“Music?” remarked Verona. “Yes. It was Heavy Metal for Yvonne. I believe it was Samuel Barber’s ‘Adagio for Strings’ for Doutzen. It varied. But all wanted the girls to see the branding iron as it was being heated, either in a bed of coals or with a propane torch. It adds to the anticipation and makes them aware that they are about to enter a new phase of slavery.”

“Brave girls, all,” said Verona.

“Or stupid,” remarked Mathilde.

Blog Note

For the complete story of how Doutzen came to be branded on Valentine’s Day, please see the archives for February 2015.

O’s Memory of a Previous Valentine’s Day at Roissy

As O was pulled into the room by the leash attached to her genitals, she saw Doutzen. Doutzen was tied between two upright posts in the center of a rather small room. In the corner behind Doutzen was a small brazier with hot coals in it. By straining her neck, Doutzen could barely see it behind her. Margareta saw the brazier and coals as soon as O. She also saw a branding iron being heated in the coals.

“Oh my God,” Margareta gasped. “You really are going to brand her.”

“Yes. And on Valentine Day. How romantic,” sneered Nathan. Two valets slipped a cross piece between the upright posts at Doutzen’s waist level. Then they secured Doutzen by the waist and looping leather cords from the one around her waist to her thighs, Doutzen was secured. She could twist and turn from the waist up, but could not move her hips. Ari came over. He looked Doutzen in the face and ran a finger into her slit. She moaned a little. Ari turned to the valets. “Are you sure she didn’t come?”

“Yes sir. As you directed. We brought her close a few times, but then we’d whip her so as to not allow her to reach a climax.” Asked Ari.

“And she wasn’t allowed to sleep?

“No sir. We had plenty of fun with her. She got no rest. In fact, she hasn’t slept in almost three days.”

“Good. And I can see that you flogged her this morning.”

O looked at Doutzen, bound between the uprights. “She is a mess,” thought O. Battered, bruised and looking haggard. But she is still beautiful. Even more beautiful than Margareta. O also noticed that Doutzen’s normally serene expression was changed somewhat. There was true fear in her eyes.

Ari spoke, “Doutzen, your jealousy has brought you here. You could be standing here with me instead of tied there. It was your choice. You have only yourself to blame.” Then he stepped behind her.

“You’re really not going to brand her are you, Ari? Said Margareta.

O knew the answer. Doutzen’s scream echoed throughout the chamber.

“Axel?” replied Gaspar. “I’m not sure I recall him.”

“He was a legacy member. Is family have been members of the Society sine at least before the First World War. The Dubois’ are one of the wealthier families in France. He was, excuse me. He is a relatively young man in his thirties. Tall, handsome in a cruel looking way. A good friend of Ari.”

Gaspar replied, “Ari? That half Greek, half Egyptian fellow? The one who had his lover – she was some sort of model – crucified summer before last?”

“Yes. That Ari. The girl was Doutzen. She was truly beautiful. Stunning, really. Especially writhing on the cross.But aAnyway. Ari and Axel were close. As were their lovers when both girls were here.”

“Ah yes. Now I remember him. And I remember his girl. Young. Pretty. Honey colored hair.”

Anne Marie said, “Yes. That’s the one. Her name was Zoe. She was deeply in love with Axel. He had brought her to Roissy for training. But she was here only a short time. Perhaps three weeks.”

“What happened?” “Axel was offered a position as plant manager at one of the family’s rubber plants in Jakarta, Indonesia. Well, perhaps ‘offered’ isn’t the right word. The family wanted him out of France for some reason. Some sort of scandal, I suppose. Anyway, he came and took Zoe from here, and they went to Jakarta. Now, I have just received a letter stating he is coming back to France later this month and desires to put Zoe here, so she can complete her training. She was a pretty thing, so unless she has gotten fat, she would be a welcome addition to our stable of personal slaves.”

“I rather doubt she has gotten fat. Not in that dreadful tropical climate. I was there once; I think each day I sweated off at least a liter of fluid. I do wonder why he wants to return her to Roissy though. Surely, he doesn’t need the money – his cut of the earnings she would receive at Roissy.”

Anne Marie responded, “No. I rather doubt it’s about money. Something deeper, more psychological, I would suppose. That Axel was a strange one at times. Like Ari, he seemed to enjoy humiliating his lover. Watching other men use and punish her. And, of course, he seemed to delight in whipping her himself. Seeing the tears on her face, the welts and bruises he inflicted on her body. Listening to her beg for mercy but refusing to give her any.”

Gaspar responded, “Yes. It’s a great aphrodisiac. Wielding power over someone who loves you without reservation.”

Anne Marie responded, “And it’s good that there are women who love their men without reservation. Who bear whatever their lovers might require them to do to prove their love. Otherwise, Roissy might not exist.”

“Yes inded,” responded Gaspar.

Of course, regular followers of this blog will recognize Alessa and Doutzen. They appear off and on throughout ‘Stories of O.’ And sadly, most know that Doutzen, beautiful Doutzen, comes to a bad end.

One day, one of the managers came to O and said, “I have a new assignment for you. You seem to hit it off with a certain type of woman and we have an ad campaign for Adore Moi lingerie. The concept is for two models to appear in the lingerie with a very erotic, yet tasteful, encounter. Do you think you might be able to capture that on film?”

O answered, “Certainly.”

“By the way, the two models are Alessa A. and Doutzen. The shoot will be next Tuesday.”

O had heard of both of them. Both were in their late 20’s at the time. Alessa was a brunette beauty and had the reputation of being fairly easy to work with. This was not the case for Doutzen, though. Although she was considered to be one of the most beautiful women in the world, she had a reputation of being difficult to work with. O had read in the tabloids that she was dating a very rich man, Ari M. who was half Egyptian and half Greek. Ari was a well know ladies’ man and Doutzen had the reputation of being very jealous. The tabloids all speculated on how long their relationship might last.

That night O couldn’t wait to tell Marion about her new assignment. She practically ran to Marion’s apartment to tell her. Marion was suitably impressed and told O some gossip she had learned that wasn’t common knowledge. “You know, O, I have it from a reliable source that both Doutzen and Alessa swing both ways.”

O said she didn’t understand what Marion meant. Marion continued, “I mean they are both bisexual, as well as being drop dead gorgeous. I bet if you provide some encouragement – perhaps a little wine and weed, you might be able to get them interested in one another and then you would have a truly ‘hot’ shoot. Management would love it. Sales for Adore Moi would spike, and you’d probably get a promotion.”

O said, “That’s a very good idea.”

To which Marion replied, “And since you and I are between men, let me show you what I’m talking about.” Then Marion took O by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

O and Natascha at Haus der Sklavin: Part Two

After a bit O heard regular breathing from Natascha’s side of the bed. “She’s finally quiet and asleep,” thought O. Now perhaps I can get some sleep. But O was troubled by what Natascha had said and asked. She had asked O about the Crucifixion of Doutzen and Uta and whether O would agree to be crucified as those two had.

“I’m not sure either Doutzen or Uta knew what they agreed to to. Neither had been hung on a cross before. Although both had been whipped and beaten and even branded like me, neither could imagine the pain of the cross. The pain of struggling for breath, the slow dance. The slow dance that pushes the ebonite rod ever deeper into your rear. The humiliation of being on display, naked for all to see as you suffer and drift towards death. But I know. I know because when Sir Stephen gave me to Eric to settle a gambling debt, he crucified me on a cross in his basement. It was awful. I still remember the pain and the humiliation. I was near death when Sir Stephen came in and took me down. It was almost a month before I recovered. But I remember last December seeing poor Uta on the cross, knowing the pain and humiliation she felt. But, God help me, I got wet and aroused watching her struggle. How terrible am I?”

And with these thoughts swirling in her head, O fell into a deep and troubled sleep.

Old Cyril was one of the guests at Doutzen’s crucifixion on that Summer Solstice several years ago. He was quite impressed by her willingness to go to the cross for her lover.

While Nena and Eurydice were preparing Marloes for her presentation, the meeting with Anne Marie and the Masters was winding down. Suddenly the door to the library opened and Ari strode in. He looked around and said, “I understand Rene has brought us a new girl. I’m not too late for the presentation, am I?”

Old fat Cyril answered, No, old chap. You are, in fact, just in time. We are adjourning to the other library where she will be presented.”

“A Dutch whore, I heard,” said Ari. “You know I am partial to Dutch women; Doutzen was one.”

“And a magnificent one she was. I still can see her hanging there on the cross that day.”

Rene interjected, “I think she’s actually German, but no matter. Let’s go on now. We should be there when the other girls bring her in.” And four of the men left, but Gaspar stayed behind. He looked at Anne Marie and said, “A word, please.”

“Certainly,” said Anne Marie. “What is it?”

Gaspar said, “As you are aware, I am newly appointed to the Society’s Finance Committee and I am rather curious about our settlement with the two girls you are sending away. Nene and Eurydice, I think.”

“Yes?”

“Well, as true slaves of Roissy, they like the girls who belong to members are paid double the normal rate, yes?”

“Yes, of course. They have been good earners for the Society, but as I said they are getting a bit long in the tooth and wear and tear is showing. Their earnings have been trending down lately. I think the trade with Haus der Sklavin will be to our advantage.”

“Good, but just how is the money disbursed. Do they get anything other than tips?”

Anne Marie answered, “Yes in theory. The Society gets 80% and the girls like them get 20% that is, again in theory held in escrow for them until they leave.”

“You say, ‘in theory.’ Why?”

“Well, you see, they are charged for room and meals here at the Chateau. And if a dress is ruined, it comes from their escrow. That sort of thing. So, their ‘cut’ is closer to 8- 10%. I keep a ledger on each of them. What they actually get will be more in the neighborhood of 15 – 20 thousand Euros if paid in a lump sum.”

“So, for their six years, they will walk away with a lump sum of about 20 thousand Euros?”

“Not actually. There will be a paper transfer of funds from Roissy to Haus der Sklavin. When, or should I say if, either were to leave there, the money would be paid out. Again, in theory. That is a rougher place than here. Who really knows what may befall them there?” Anne Marie gave a wicked smile with the last sentence, before continuing, “Anyway, I have instructed the valets to arrange for a rather unique send off for Nena and Eurydice after this new girl’s presentation. After that, money will be the last thing on their mind!”

Gaspar smiled and said, “Perhaps I will stay afterwards just to see what you have in mind for them.”

Anne Marie flashed another wicked smile and said, “I rather doubt you would be disappointed.”

Anne Marie’s speech to O, Uta, Doutzen and Yvonne

Here is the speech h Anne Marie delivered: “You four are special here at Roissy. O was first brought by her lover almost two years ago. Yvonne was already with me at Samois at the time; later after her lover abandoned here, I brought her here to Roissy. Uta and Doutzen have now been here several months – both brought by their respective lover. O has chosen of her own free will, albeit under some duress, to return. All of you know how harshly you are treated, much more severely than the women who have chosen to come here. But you are “paid” at twice the normal rate because you are “special,” that is brought by someone. That is a good deal for the estate. Now we also have two new girls who are “special”- Eurydice and Nena. O had met Eurydice. She will be staying with you, Yvonne. Doutzen will share a cell with Nena. Doutzen, I think what Nena may tell you will be enlightening as it pertains to the plans your lover, Ari, has for you.” O noticed an especially wicked glint in Anne Marie’s eyes when she said that to the beautiful Doutzen. What could Anne Marie be talking about?

Meanwhile at the trash pile, Uta began to come into consciousness. She had passed out from the pain of being stung by the desert scorpion and had nearly died. In fact, Uta thought she had died. Images and memories of her life had passed before her eyes:

She saw herself as a young girl in the village not far from Hamburg playing dolls with her older sister Ushi. Then she saw herself as a young woman after Ushi had gone off ‘to save the world’ as Papa had put it. By then Uta was working as a shop girl in a store in Hamburg where she had met a handsome man – Rolfe. She had thought that Rolfe loved her and was going to marry her. But instead, Rolfe had seduced her and taken her to Roissy where she was enslaved. There at Roissy Uta saw herself, bound to a stake, while Anne Marie turned the branding iron over in the red-hot coals. Her labia had already been pierced and a heavy ring inserted there. Then Rolfe had kissed and fondled her while Doutzen, beautiful Doutzen had fellated him. Uta remembered Anne Marie pressing the red-hot iron onto her backside, searing Rolfe’s initials into her. As she had fainted from the pain of the branding, she heard him say, “Now you are marked as mine.” Then in a blur, Uta saw images of herself at Roissy. Being whipped and taken by strange men on a daily basis until one day as a Master choked her, she had a stroke. She saw Anne Marie telling Rolfe that she was no longer suitable to work there at Roissy. So Rolfe sold her to two men – Tristan and Nathan – who intended to crucify her and charge admission for people to watch her pain and humiliation. And finally, she saw herself being led naked into the old Roman arena on a leash attached to the ring that pierced her sex. And then hung on a cross. She thought she had died then, also, but a man in baggy clothes cut her down. And then she had seen herself, driven in the back of a truck through the desert to a village where an old woman had put the scorpion against her clitoris. The pain. The pain. She was sure she was dying.

“Perhaps I have died,” she thought. “And this is hell. But I never expected Hell to look like a trash heap in a jungle.” Then Uta noticed a rustling sound and looked up. When she was a little girl one weekend Papa had taken her and Ushi to the Hamburg Zoo. There had been many animals. And Uta recognized what was making the rustling sounds. It was two hyenas cautiously nosing towards her.

Uta passed out again.

Fifth Story February 14th

Doutzen slumped into unconsciousness. She would have fallen if she had not been tied between the upright columns. Ari threw the branding iron, still red hot, onto ther floor and steped in front of Doutzen. He lifted up her face and kissed her on the mouth. O thought to herself, “Perhaps, he loves her after all. I hope so, because now she is marked as his. Just as I am marked as Sir Stephen’s property, but does he still care for me? Does he even know that I am here, back at Roissy. Back being basically a slave again.” O’s thoughts were interrupted by Nathan. “That was great. Did you see the look of pain on Doutzen’s face when the iron was applied to her. I bet Anne Marie heard her scream all the way in her office on the first floor. Now she’s marked for life, branded like a cow, marked as Ari’s property.” “Is that true,” asked Margareta. “Is she indeed marked for life?” Ari answered, “The branding was largely symbolic. It might stretch when the scar heals, so it will be followed up with a tattoo. That will be the permanent marking.” O involuntarily tried to look behind her at the brand Sir Stephen had applied to her buttocks. She knew it had faded some, but she still felt that she was forever marked as his property. His to use, to abuse, even to give away or abandon.

Fourth Story February 14th

As O was pulled into the room by the leash attached to her genitals, she saw Doutzen. Doutzen was tied between two upright posts in the center of a rather small room. In the corner behind Doutzen was a small brazier with hot coals in it. By straining her neck, Doutzen could barely see it behind her. Margareta saw the brazier and coals as soon as O. She also saw a branding iron being heated in the coals. “Oh my God,” Margareta gasped. “You really are going to brand her.” “Yes. And on Valentine Day. How romantic,” sneered Nathan. Two valets slipped a cross piece between the upright posts at Doutzen’s waist level. Then they secured Doutzen by the waist and looping leather cords from the one around her waist to her thighs, Doutzen was secured. She could twist and turn from the waist up, but could not move her hips. Ari came over. He looked Doutzen in the face and ran a finger into her slit. She moaned a little. Ari turned to the valets. “Are you sure she didn’t come?” “Yes sir. As you directed. We brought her close a few times, but then we’d whip her so as to not allow her to reach a climax.” Asked Ari. “And she wasn’t allowed to sleep? “No sir. We had plenty of fun with her. She got no rest. In fact, she hasn’t slept in almost three days.” “Good. And I can see that you flogged her this morning.” O looked at Doutzen, bound between the uprights. “She is a mess,” thought O. Battered, bruised and looking haggard. But she is still beautiful. Even more beautiful than Margareta. O also noticed that Doutzen’s normally serene expression was changed somewhat. There was true fear in her eyes. Ari spoke, “Doutzen, your jealousy has brought you here. You could be standing here with me instead of tied there. It was your choice. You have only yourself to blame.” Then he stepped behind her. “You’re really not going to brand her are you, Ari? Said Margareta. O knew the answer. Doutzen’s scream echoed throughout the chamber.