#etienne

Dani was as the last time Etienne had seen her – completely naked save for leather bracelets locked around her wrists and ankles. Dani had limited mobility due to the light chain running from the ring that pierced her cervix to the eye hook set in the middle of the living room. However, it allowed her to move around some – to the sofas and to a bar at the end of the room. She was serving drinks to one of the couples, just as if she were the hostess at a bar. After fetching the couple two glasses of red wine, she hobbled over to Etienne, inclined her head to him which caused her breasts to stir, and said, “What would my favorite Frenchman desire?” Etienne looked up into Dani’s startling blue eyes framed by hair the color of dirty snow and answered, I desire many things, but at the moment I would settle for a martini – vodka with minimum vermouth.” Dani smiled and answered, “Your wish is my desire.” Then she hobbled over to the bar. As Etienne watched, he thought of Roissy. “Julienne, I wonder how she is faring. I suppose by now Anne Marie has told her what I desire. I am sure she will agree. She eagerly agreed to having her lower lips pierced and having my initials burned into her backside. She is a rare creature, my Julienne. She will do anything to please me and down deep I think she craves pain and humiliation. No. That’s not right. She doesn’t crave it as much as she needs it. As they say, it completes her.”

Dani returned with a martini on a silver tray and said, “Here, Sir. You look distracted. A penny for your thoughts.” Etienne took the martini and thought to himself, “I think you, too, are like my Julienne. You need pain and humiliation.”

Etienne’s thoughts were interrupted by Todd’s voice. He entered the room dressed in a black leather vest, chaps and boots, leaving his member, only partially erect, entirely exposed. He said, “Now that all of you have your drinks, it’s time to start the evening’s entertainment.” As he was speaking, he rolled out a device resembling the type of luggage cart one finds in an upscale hotel. Similar in that at each end was a metal rod set vertically to about two meters in height, connected by a similar rod running horizontally between the two vertical one. Etienne could see that the three rods had been welded together and the vertical rods welded to the platform that formed the bottom of the device. He also noted that there was a metal hook set near either end of the horizontal rod and one at the bottom of each vertical rod. Additionally, Etienne noticed a smaller hook in the center of the platform. With the help of one of the other men, Todd lifted the platform from its rollers and placed it on the floor and secured it to two other eye hooks set the same was as the hook that held Dani’s chain.

Then Todd turned to Dani and said, “Come here please.” Her mood changed, but she obeyed, and he secured Dani’s bracelets to the hooks in the rod. Thus, she was bound with her arms outstretched above her head and legs slightly spread revealing her sex with the chain hanging from it. Todd pulled on the chain, taking out all slack, then hooked it onto a small hook set on the platform. Dani gasped slightly at this, and Etienne thought to himself, “I wonder what it feels like for her. What will it feel like for Julienne?”

Hearing this Julienne thought to herself, “Room, I guess technically it is, but it seems more like a cell to me.” She was thinking of the small cell-like room that she was sharing with Blaise, the younger girl that Rene had brought to Roissy to be trained as a sex slave. The room contained two single beds placed back to back with a single headboard separating them. Across the room was addressing table and mirror that the two women shared as well as a wardrobe which contained the dresses they might wear when on duty in the dining room or bar. But truth be known, girls like Julienne and Blaise who were considered personal slaves were usually kept naked. Again, to remind them of their status as slaves.

Anne Marie looked at Julienne and said, “How long have you been here now?”

Julienne answered, “This time about a month and a half.”

“Yes, your lover and Master Etienne has some business in the United States. In fact, I recently received a letter from him. Would you like for Yvette to read it to you?”

Julienne’s face brightened. Etienne was her whole world. He had brought her to Roissy several years ago where she had been trained for several weeks, enduring sexual assault and whippings. Then he took her away. About a year later he brought her back. She had agreed to bear the marks that would define her status as his slave. Her labia were pierced, and Anne Marie had branded Etienne’s initials on her buttocks. Thus, she joined only O and a girl named Yvonne as the only girls so marked at Roissy at that time. But O’s Master, an Englishman called Sir Stephen had taken O away and shortly afterwards Etienne had taken Julienne to live in Strasbourg. They had lived there until just recently when Etienne had to go to the United States. She smiled at Anne Marie and said, “Yes, please do.”

Anne Marie nodded, and Yvette began reading the letter.

As little Yvette read the letter Julienne’s face ran the gamut of emotions: joy at first hearing from her lover, then concern and possibly jealousy when the letter first mentioned his encounter in California with the girl named Dani, and finally fear and, yes horror at hearing Etienne’s request. Julienne burst into tears and said, “He cannot want this! It’s barbaric! I couldn’t bear it!”

Anne Marie cast a harsh look at Julienne and said, “Be quiet! It is your Master’s choice. You have no say in the matter.” Then after a short pause, “Unless of course you no longer want to belong to him.”

“But not too tired to take your own Zoe, I noticed,” replied Etienne.

“No, of course not,” said Axel. “But I am used to fucking Zoe. I mean what else is there to do in Jakarta. It was so blasted hot that usually, I just let her do all the work – mainly with her mouth. I just couldn’t summon the energy in all that heat to get creative. And truthfully, neither could she. That is why I took on the other whore. Bayu, the one I acquired from the Jade Zyng in Thailand.”

“Other whore?” asked Etienne. “Why isn’t she here?”

“Problems with immigration. It seems they think she might be affiliated with some sort of terrorist organization. She was taken to detention once our plane landed last December. Haven’t seen her since. It’s a shame. She was good for Zoe. Taught her a few tricks.”

Etienne replied, “Perhaps Raymond might be of some help. You do know he is quite high up in the DGSE. I‘m sure he might have enough pull to get her released. Or at least released to here.”

Axel replied, “That might be a good idea.” He paused before continuing,

“But what about your girl, Dani. What is the story on her? It seemed like she really got off on being flogged.”

“Oh, I am sure she did. The man who gave her to me said that she was a regular – what do the Americans call it – a pain slut. If you just tell her to suck your cock or that you want to fuck her, she’ll go through the motions, but if you really want her to be, how shall I say it – participatory in total, you need to beat he first. Her former owner told me that she could come from having her pussy flogged. Especially if she was tied down.”

“Oh, she will be a splendid addition to Roissy,” said Axel.

It was a Friday night. Two men sat in easy chairs that had been moved into the open area in the earthen and stone foundation and cellar that served as a dungeon for Roissy. A small table sat between the chairs. A decanter of brandy and two snifters sat on the table. The easy chairs looked quite out of place in the open vestibule, especially in the glow of torchlight cast by the flaming candles set in the walls. Below the candles rings like the ones used to secure a horse’s reins were set in the stone. And in the center of the vestibule was a single upright wooden shaft about two and a half meters tall and a little larger in circumference than a fat man’s belly. It had been carved so that it resembled a man’s erect penis. Two rings similar to the ones on the wall were set near the top of the post.

Both men were of medium build. One, who looked to be in his middle thirties, was a bit taller and had dark brown hair, and brown eyes set above a straight nose. Some might call him ‘brutally handsome.’ The other was shorter and younger, probably in his late twenties. His hair was lighter. Both men were dressed all in black. Black shirts, open to the navel; patent leather jack boots; kid gloves. And rather than traditional trousers, the men wore tight leather breeches that were completely open around the crotch area., leaving their sex completely visible. The taller and older of the two men reached over and picked up the decanter of brandy, saying to the younger, “Axel, may I pour you a drink?”

The younger man replied, “Yes, please.” Then, “After that workout, I believe both you and I deserve a drink, Etienne.” Then both laughed. Etienne also poured himself a drink and raising it said, “Yes. Since we skipped the first week of training and went right into the dungeon phase, it has caused us more work. But I still believe it was the right thing to do.”

Axel replied, “I wholeheartedly concur. Zoe had already completed most of her first week when I pulled her out to go to Indonesia, so I saw no reason for her to repeat that phase. And as for – what is her name, again?”

“It’s Dani.”

“Yes, as for Dani. From the looks of her, I suspect the first night’s gang rape and flogging would have been repetitious for her. It looks like she has some wear and tear already.”

“That she has, but I think the psychological aspects of the dungeon might be a new experience for her.”

“Well, either way, it was worth us getting into our full Master regalia, leather pants and all.”

++++++

When their lovers/Masters brought them to Roissy the previous day, valets had immediately seen that Dani and Zoe were stripped naked. A collar was attached around their necks and leather bracelets around the wrists and ankles. Then they were moved to the dungeon. There, down the passageway from the vestibule, they were put in cells with metal bars on three sides and the stone wall of the foundation making up the other wall. In the stone wall, an iron ring was set at about the height of a man’s waist with an iron hook below. The valets made sure the bracelets on the women’s wrist were attached, thus binding their hands. Then they attached a chain to each woman’s collar and, in turn, locked the other end of the chain to the ring set in the wall. The chain was long enough to allow each woman to move a little and lie down on the dirt floor of the cage. Thus, they had to spend the night naked, on the floor.

A little earlier, both men had, in turn, visited the two cells in the dungeon that were currently occupied, Zoe in one and just across the passageway, Dani in the other. But before they entered either cage, two valets went in and using the wrist bracelets and D ring set in the leather collar around each woman’s neck, secured the D ring to the iron hook. Thus, the women had to kneel down with their bodies and faces pressed right up against the stone wall. They were able to use their hands to keep the rough stone from scraping their faces, but their naked breasts and bellies were hard pressed against the rough stone. Zoe who was rather buxom felt her nipples being scratched by the stone every time she breathed.

James, one of the valets, secured a blindfold around first Dani then moving to the other cell around Zoe. As he tied the blindfold around her face, he leaned down and whispered, “You’ll be whipped eventually, but first you will hear the other bitch being flogged, knowing that your turn is next.” Then he went back to Dani’s cell where Michael, the other valet, was waiting. The two valets were soon joined by Axel and Etienne. Etienne said to Axel, “She must be flogged before we take her.” Then he nodded and Michael drew back the dog whip he carried in his belt.

Dani, face pressed against the wall, heard the swish of the whip. Moments later she felt a sharp burning sensation across her upper buttocks. In her cell across the passageway, Zoe heard the screams of her companion, knowing she would be next.

Hi! We are still catching up on characters that were mentioned earlier in the spring.

About a week before Sutton and Alessa went to Roissy to have drinks and dinner with Rene, two other Masters made their appearance at the Chateau. It was Etienne and Axel. If you will recall, Etienne had been to California on business last summer, leaving his lover Julienne at Roissy. While in California he met a girl at a party when she asked him for a light. It was Dani who was, at that time, a slave to a man named Todd. Etienne and Todd soon met, and Etienne learned that Dani was not only Todd’s slave, but he had also had her cervix pierced – this is where Etienne got the idea to have the same thing done to Julienne. As time passed, and Etienne told Todd about Roissy, he decided to ‘loan’ Dani to Etienne. Unfortunately, the plague prevented him from doing so right away, but now he has delivered Dani to Roissy.

A similar circumstance befell Axel and his lover Zoe. Axel is a legacy member of the Society of Roissy and had at one time sent Zoe to Roissy for training. But before she could complete her training, Axel had to leave for Indonesia to manage one of his family’s rubber plantation. He took Zoe from Roissy before she completed her training, so that she might accompany him. After staying in Indonesia for two and a half years, the couple returned to France. Axel had the intention to immediately return Zoe to Roissy, so that she might complete her training, but Fate (and the plague) interfered. Instead, they spent several winter and early spring months in a Paris apartment. But like Etienne, once the Masters decided to re-open Roissy, he immediately took Zoe there to complete her training. Okay? All caught up? Stay tuned.

Do you remember Dani, the former porn star with hair the color of dirty snow? The one Etienne met at a party while in California on business. The one whose cervix had been pierced with a small rings so that a chain might be attached to her inner most part. The one who gave Etienne the idea to have his own lover, Julienne, pierced in the same way. That Dani.

If not, you might scroll back to last summer’s posts. Anyway, have you ever wondered what became of her?

Pierre looked up and said only half-jokingly, “Do I look like I really care?” He paused after securing the tab on one of the sides of the breeches, then continued, “I have served Roissy boy and man for over forty years. My father and grandfather were valets here. I began when I was in my teens. I am older than any of the Masters except od Cyril. It’s bad enough that an old man like me has to work the graveyard shift without me having to hurry to relieve an ass like Michael. I should be home in bed with my fat wife!”

“Don’t be so hard on Michael. He just has a mean streak in him. And that’s good because it keeps the bitches scared of him,” said James. Rupert cut in. “All the slaves are afraid of any man wielding a whip. Even old Pierre.”

James laughed and said, “Yeah. Scared and wet. Fear makes them wet. Wet and compliant. Yeah. Fear and an occasional flogging to remind them to be afraid makes them wet and compliant.” He paused and then continued, “Speaking of which – there’s a couple of new ones in the dungeon. The one Etienne brought is a real piece of work. She’s an American. From California, her name is Dani, I think. Anyway, when I flogged her, it was almost like she went into heat. She was really bucking and moaning when Axel mounted her. Like she was really getting into it.”

“It’s strange how some women get off on being beaten,” said Rupert. “I cannot imagine why one would be like that.”

Pierre spoke up. “You would be surprised. Over the years, I’ve seen many women here like that. Usually, it’s the ones who were brought by their lovers. They think that if he deigns to beat her, she must be worth something in his eyes. Same thing when he allows his fellow Masters to abuse and take her. She’ll think, ‘Id I suffer enough for him, it will show that I truly love him, and he will love me in return. Some women will gladly go under the whip or worse to prove their devotion. And after a while they will come to associate their pain with love, devotion and even pleasure.”

“Well, thank you, Professor Pierre!” said James sarcastically.

“Think what you want. But over forty plus years, I’ve seen it enough to know it’s true. And now I am ready to go to work.

James, the valet, had been asked by Etienne to accompany him to the cell where Dani was being held in the dungeon below Roissy. Both men looked at the bruised and emaciated woman half lying on the floor. Etienne remarked, “She looks a sight doesn’t she. I think she has spent enough time in the dungeon. Later I’ll have you take her to the refectory so some of the other slaves can make her presentable, but first I want to show her off a little. Attach the leash I gave you to her in the usual way we do personal slaves. Then, please unchain her neck from the iron ring in the wall, bind her hands behind her and follow me upstairs. Understand?”

“Yes Sir,” answered James. “I’ve done it like this many times.” Then he went to the prostrate woman and roughly pushed her legs apart revealing her pierced sex. Then he looked up at Etienne and said, “I forgot she is pierced in her cervix along with rings in her labia and a smaller one through her clitoris. Where do you want me to attach the leash?”

Etienne thought for a moment, then said, “The labia. I think that would be more aesthetically appealing. The small chain attached to her cervix will still be visible.”

As James went to hook the dog leash to the ring piercing Dani’s left labia, she moved slightly. James pushed her legs further apart and said, “Don’t struggle or I’ll beat you again. Understand, whore?”

Dani who had only a little knowledge of French from her high school days back in Kansas years ago, got the gist of James’ message and uttered a meek ‘Oui.’ Once the leash was secured to the ring, Etienne said, “I’ll hold the leash while you do the rest.” James then unfastened the chain from the iron collar around Dani’s neck. It fell to the floor of the dungeon, its other end still attached to the iron ring set in the wall. James and Etienne helped Dani to her knees, lifting her by her elbows. Then James fastened Dani’s hands behind her using the small rings set in the leather bracelets on her wrists.

“Now, for the final touch,” said Etienne as he pulled a black leather hood from a bag that had held the dog leash. The hood was made of soft leather that laced in the back. Etienne slid it over Dani’s head, pulling her hair – hair that was the color of dirty snow- through the hole in back where the lacing started into a rough ponytail. Then he tightened the laces. The front of the hood had open eye slits and a hole for Dani’s mouth, but completely obscured her face. With her nose blocked, Dani was forced to breathe only through her mouth which resulted in her drawing short breaths, similar to a dog panting.

James looked at the kneeling woman with heaving breasts and said, “Splendid idea, Sir. She is completely dehumanized.”

Etienne responded, “Yes. No longer a woman or even a human. Only a creature now. A creature whose Fate it is to suffer and serve.” Then, grabbing Dani’s ponytail, he pulled her against his crotch and said, “Later you will caress me with your mouth and afterwards, I’ll whip you. But first let’s walk you around a bit.”

A short time later patrons in the Roissy bar looked up to see Etienne walking across the floor. In his hand was a dog leash. And trailing behind it was poor Dani, her hands bound behind her, breathing heavily, barely able to see, basically responding to the tugs on her sex. Etienne would stop briefly at each table in the room. There most of the Masters and guests might grope Dani – pinching her nipples or thrusting fingers into her sex. When he stopped at the table where Rene, Miles and old Cyril with Collette still in his lap were sitting, Etienne said, “Well, what do you think of my latest acquisition?”

“So, this is the whore you got from that American movie producer when you were in California?” asked Miles. Etienne responded, “Yes.”

And as he said this, Cyril grabbed the small chain attached to Dani’s cervix. Giving it a tug, he said, “Oh, and she’s pierced like your other bitch, Julienne. Twins. How clever.” Then turning to Collette, “Don’t you think it’s clever, dear,”

Collette didn’t answer. Instead, she just stared.

Dani lay completely naked on the floor of the cell in the dungeon below Chateau Roissy. The Frenchman called Etienne, who was evidently Dani’s new Master had her placed there several days ago. At least, Dani thought she had been there for several days. It was difficult to tell – there was no clock anywhere nearby and the single bare light bulb hanging from a fixture high overhead never went out. At first Dani had tried to number the times by how often she was fed, but that proved to be difficult. An unknown hand slid a tray under the cell door containing bread, fruit and a bowl of some sort of red wine. The tray was just far enough away that Dani, who was wearing an iron collar about her neck, that was in turn secured to a ring set in the stone wall about a meter from the floor, was just able to reach it. Then after a while – again Dani was never sure how long – a valet dressed in those operatic outfits would come and take the tray away. Sometimes he would bring a new tray with fruit bead and wine, other times nothing.

And the beatings administered to Dani were irregular also. Sometimes a valet would come in, tighten the chain to the iron ring in the wall so that Dani had to kneel against the rough stone. When she did so, she was able to shield her face from the rough stone with the back of her hands, but her breasts and knees were scratched by the rough stone. Sometimes she was blindfolded, others not. But she was always flogged. Flogged with the valet’s riding crop or occasionally with a dog whip. Flogged on her buttocks and thighs, Dani cried and screamed causing echoes in the dungeon.

And then, only after being flogged was she taken. Her collar loosened from the iron ring in the wall, she was taken by unknown men. Men who cared only for their own pleasure. Men who cared nothing for her. All three of her openings were used. And then – she was left lying on the floor, alone in the dim light of the dungeon. Left alone to contemplate her current condition and how Fate brought her to it.

“I met Etienne at a party in Malibu. At that time, I was basically a slave to Todd. I had met Todd shortly after riding a bus from Topeka, Kansas to Los Angeles. That was almost ten years ago. I was young and pretty. Pretty enough to have been Homecoming Queen and to have competed in the Miss Kansa contest. I had dreams of becoming a Hollywood star. But I quickly found out that Hollywood is full of girls like that. Todd told me that he was a movie producer. I thought I might break into film. But what Todd neglected to tell me was that he was a producer of pornographic movies. At first, I was hesitant, but the money was really good, and besides I was falling in love with Todd. For a while I was the current “It” girl of porno. But as happens in that industry, interest in the current “It” girl fades. My movies weren’t selling, so Todd had another idea. He contacted a doctor who was willing to do a fairly unique procedure on me – piercing not my labia or clitoris, but my cervix. He did it under anesthesia, and I awoke with a small chain hanging from a ring that pierced the opening of my cervix. But there was a lot of residual pain from the procedure. The doctor already overprescribing pain meds to others in the industry, so he began giving me heavy doses of pain killers. I was in a drug induced fog most of the time.

“But Viola! I was a star again! My movies began selling again. Todd was happy; I was drugged up. But again, after the initial buzz of a porno ‘actress’ with a pierced cervix wore off, my movies quit selling. I was reduced to doing lesbian BDSM porn, a very small niche market. It was then that I discovered that I could get off on pain. God help me! What a slut I became!

“But, by then I was basically done as an ‘actress.” However, Todd still kept me around. Basically, as his slave. Time blurred. I remember many of Todd’s friends coming to our house in Malibu. Most used me with Todd’s consent. He invited the Frenchman to come to the house and use me. Todd became crueler to me. He had another ‘actress’ named Ginger come to the house and tattoo me. A heart with “Slave for Love” below it on one of my ass cheeks. And a tattoo that looked like a brand of his initials on my other cheek.

“And then, one day the Frenchman called Etienne came back. Todd told me that he was ‘loaning’ me to him and that he was taking me to a place in France. ‘A place more suitable’ for someone like you, he said. I was given more drugs. I barely remember the flight from L.A. to Paris or the ride from the airport to here. I remember Etienne saying, ‘I am your Master now. Todd didn’t loan you to me. He sold you. And I intend to get my investment in you back several times over. You will be very popular here. But first I must get you used to this place. You will be placed in the dungeon for a bit.’ He never said how long a ‘bit’ was.”

Dani’s reminiscence was broken by the sound of the door to her cell being opened. She looked up from the floor to see a man. It was Etienne. He said, “I have come for you. There is someone I want you to meet.”

As Julienne was being led along like a cow, she thought to herself about the first time Etienne had brought her to Roissy, “It was what? Five, no I think it was seven years ago. Anyway, it seems like a dream now; one of those dreams that are so startling that you awaken but can only recall bits and pieces of it. I guess that’s why I cannot remember exactly how long ago I came here for the first time. I do remember Etienne telling me that he wanted me to come here – or as he said then, ‘I want you to agree to go to Roissy’ – to prove my love and devotion to him. I was young and naïve. We had only known oner another for about six weeks, but I was so in love with him. I thought I had found my soul mate. And maybe I did.

“Anyway, it was an evening in late summer. I remember getting in a car. Another man drove. Etienne sat in the back with me. It was some sort of limousine, perhaps a large Citroen or maybe a Peugeot? Anyway, once I was in, Etienne told me to remove my panties and pull up my dress – I had worn a pale blue summer dress with dark blue polka dots that buttoned in front - so that my bare ass was against the leather. Once I wiggled out of my panties, he took them and put them in his suit pocket. I can still recall how cool the leather of the car seat felt against my skin. Then he unbuttoned the top several buttons on the dress. I leaned forward, thinking he wanted to caress me. Instead, he took his pen knife and cut the straps of the bra. Then he grabbed the top of my bra and pulled it hard. So hard that it broke. He pulled it off and threw it on the floor of the car. Thus, I was completely naked under my dress. The car air conditioning was on. The driver adjusted it so that cold air blew on me. I remember feeling my nipples stiffen, pushing against the cloth of the dress. Etienne carefully rebuttoned my dress, without otherwise touching me. We drove in silence. I was fearful, but I was aroused by my fear.

We turned off the main road. Etienne leaned over and said, ‘Now I must blindfold you, my love.’ He took a silk handkerchief from his other suit pocket and formed a blindfold with it. Then he tied it around my head. I couldn’t see. Blessed darkness. It aroused me even more. I felt the car stop. The door beside me opened. Hands took my arms. A man’s voice said, ‘Careful Mademoiselle, don’t stumble and fall. I will lead you inside.’ I didn’t recognize the voice. Was it the man who was driving? He had not spoken a word the entire drive. I turned my head and said, ‘Etienne, are you coming with me?’ He replied, ‘I will be along shortly. Go on now.’ The man led me. I could feel gravel crunching under my high heels. I heard a door open, and a female voice say, ‘Good evening. We will take her from here.’ Other hands, softer hands, female hands, took my arms and guided me. I no longer felt gravel under my feet. Instead, it was stone, stone floors.”

James broke Julienne’s reverie, saying, “Here we are.” At the sound of his voice, her mind came from the past to the present. She looked around. They were in a room adjacent to the library, a room that looked inconsequential save for one feature. There was a single supporting column in the center of the room; it seemed to be a support for an exposed beam that ran from one wall of the room to the other. But what stood out about the column was the fact that there was a ring set in it about two meters up. And there was a chain hanging from the ring. James quickly undid Julienne’s hands from behind her back, only to attach them to the chain, again using the leather bracelets on her wrists. He tightened the chain, so that Julienne’s body was stretched. He took Julienne’s hair in his hands, pulled on it, and turned her face to his. Then he kissed her on the mouth, so deeply that she could hardly breathe. She felt his fingers invade her sex. He continued kissing and fondling her for a full minute. She felt the riding crop stuck in his belt press against her belly. Then he stepped back and pulled the crop from his belt, saying, “You know what comes next.”

And Julienne thought to herself, “Of course, I do.”

But now the first part of Etienne’s trip was finished. The second part involved meeting with some individuals in the movie industry who were considering Strasbourg as a location for an upcoming thriller. Etienne who was known to wealthy individuals in that town had agreed to act as a liaison to the movie producers. He had been invited to a cocktail party at a villa in Malibu. There he noticed a lovely young woman with hair almost the color of dirty snow. She was wearing a pink, blue and white dress unbuttoned nearly to her navel. Etienne also noticed that she was wearing dark glasses even though the sun was fading into the Pacific Ocean. As he watched her hands which were trembling slightly withdrew a cigarette from a pack in her clutch bag. She held it but did not appear to have a lighter. Etienne stepped forward and offered a light, saying, “I know it’s bad for you, but…”

“Thank you so much,” said the young woman. “Probably bad for me, but other things are worse.”

Just then an older man in an open necked shirt stepped forward and said, “Now Dani, what have I told you about speaking to other men without my permission.”

The girl, whose name was evidently Dani blanched and said, “Please. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to speak without permission. I’m sorry.”

The man said, “You know the rules, baby. I’ll punish you later for your disobedience.” Then turning to Etienne, he continued, “You see Dani is my slave. She belongs to me heart and soul.” Then after a pause added, “And cunt, mouth and ass.”

Etienne, thinking about his own slave, did not seem shocked remarked, “Really.”

Then the man turned to Dani and said, “Lift your dress and show this Frenchman.”

Dani blushed, but did not say a word. Instead she raised her dress to her waist.