#natalie

The summer Natalie had spent a few years ago with her sister Jacqueline and her lover Rene had been a highlight and strange interlude in her life.  They had joined Rene’s brother Sir Stephen at his villa near Florville in the south of France.  Also there was Sir Stephen’s servant Haitian servant, Norah, and O.
Natalie loved O.
She was fascinated from the first time she met O, when O was sunbathing on the terrace.  Natalie had gone looking for Jacqueline her sister, but found O sunbathing on the terrace, nude.  She saw the rings and the whip marks, but was not upset.  Later, when Jacqueline, trying to horrify her, told her the story of O’s rings, her branded body and her enslaved condition, Natalie was filled with admiration for O and her strength in enduring great pain and humiliation for love. Although only still very young she begged O to caress her, as O caressed Jacqueline, but Sir Stephen forbade it.

Savana in the Luxembourg Gardens.
Eric and Sutton met for lunch in the Luxembourg Gardens one day while Alessa was away on a photo shoot but before she went to Roissy.  They were joined by Sutton’s step sister Savana.  Savana was the daughter of Sutton’s father’s second wife and was just finishing her last year in High School.  She was visiting Paris as part of a Spring Break group as a reward for good marks in her studies.
Before Savana arrived Sutton and Eric discussed Alessa’s trip to Roissy.  “But if she comes and runs away or doesn’t stay you will be responsible for providing another girl if you want to stay part of our group,” Eric warned.
His eyed Savana appreciatively  when she approached and he grinned wolfishly, but Sutton frowned.  Savana was excited to be in Paris and talked on and on, excited by the sights she had seen.  She was especially animated about the green parks and the art and the old elegant buildings.
“They are so full of beautiful detail with elegant and graceful carvings”, the serious blonde girl said.  She was dressed very modestly but stylishly with an open happy face.  When Savana heard that Alessa might be going away to spend some time at a Chateau, she was very excited.  I would love to spend my 18th birthday at at a Chateau.  It would be so romantic.
Eric smiled.
Sutton did not.

A few tables away from them, out of the pale spring sun, said an older severe faced man and a young girl with black hair.  The girl was about Savana’s age or a little younger.  The man was dressed in an English looking tweed suit, and she in a white dress.  Savana thought the iron chairs must be quite cold in the shade.
That is Sir S, Eric remarked to Sutton as they turned the talk to other matters.
Just then, when only Savana was still looking at the couple, the girl got up.  It looked to Savana that she was wearing no panties at all and had been sitting directly on the cold iron chair and not her dress.
Savana who was a “good girl” was shocked that the girl was out without wearing anything under her dress.
She thought about the girl in the dress for the rest of the lunch.
Later, after parting from Sutton and Eric and before rejoining her group in the Louvre, Savana bought a pair of thong panties.

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The breeze made the torches dance and caused the thin dresses of the young girls to move.  Goosebumps showed on their skin.  The crowd thinned further, more and more guests making their thanks and their farewells to the Commander and Sir Stephen.

Soon there were only a few men left.  They took O and pushed her back lying on a table, her legs splayed and open.  The chain in her irons ran down by one table leg, still held in Natalie’s hand.  By the other leg was Collette.  Two men took O in quick succession, their jism almost steaming as it ran out of her and down the crack in her rear.  Then the arrogant young man took O brutally, pulling out to leave his emission on the front of her pubis.  He cleaned himself on a nearby napkin, commanded the young girl to do up his fly buttons.  She did so quickly and without fumbling, then leaned forward suddenly and kissed Natalie lightly on the ligs.  “I’m Camille, I love you, remember me,” she said.  The young man yanked her up by her hair, smiled wolfishly at the Commander and Sir Stephen and left, looking mighty pleased with himself.

I’ve been kissed thought Natalie, I always thought it would be by O.

I wonder if she will go to Roissy, thought Natalie.  I would like to whip her.

Then one after another, Sir Stephen and the Commander took O.

In the early morning light, a car came to take O back to Roissy.  Sir Stephen and the Commander went to the English Yacht Club.  Norah came with servants to clean away the party and took Natalie back to the Villa at Florville near Nice.

After her night on the frigid stone in the cool air, Natalie came down with pneumonia.  Although Sir Stephen sent her to hospital, she contracted rheumatic fever and was in hospital for six months.

When Natalie left hospital, Jacqueline was no longer in contact with Rene and Sir Stephen She had not loved Rene enough to go to Roissy.  She had left him for a more generous, less demanding lover, the director of her film. Months later after she recovered Natalie was turned away by Norah from Sir Stephen’s door, and resolved to keep herself as he had wanted her, unspoiled by any caresses, until she contacted him again when she left the Lycee.

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The events from Part IV of the Story of O, The Owl, as seen through the eyes of Natalie.
Later in the week, Sir Stephen and O went to the yacht club in the black saloon car to have lunch with some of his English friends.  Jacqueline was picked up by the director of a movie for whom she had shot some scenes in Paris.  They went off to take some exterior shots.  Rene took the small blue sports car to gamble at the casino.  Natalie, left by herself was restless.  She took the path down to the inlet and swam in the sea, and then lay on the beach in the shade.  When she returned to the villa, she went upstairs and changed from her orange swimming costume to a white sun dress.  As she descended the back stairs to the kitchen, she heard Norah speaking on the phone.  Her voice, which was usually so calm, and spoke perfect French with barely a trace of an accent, was raised.  Speaking in an island patois so thick Natalie could barely understand her, Norah said, “she is a slut and out of control, it is because you are too soft and don’t beat her.”  When she saw Natalie, Norah finished the call.  Her voice more under control, she said to Natalie, “my granddaughter is a slut, my daughter is too kind to beat her.”
She moved quietly and smoothly about the kitchen, putting some bread, olive oil, lemon and cheese in front of Natalie.  Natalie who was a little conscious of her remaining baby fat, although she was not really pudgy, pushed them away.
“Little one, those will become your womanly curves, eat up”.  
Natalie heard the steel in Norah’s voice and did so.

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One day when Sir Stephen was out and Rene was sailing alone in the inlet below the Villa, Jacqueline and Natalie were sunbathing topless on the terrace off the second floor.  O came out of the house and wearing a short skirt and lay down beside them.  Jacqueline took some of the tanning oil she was using and oiled O’s back, and arms and legs.  She rubbed the oil into O’s body tenderly but absentmindedly.  When she finished the legs, she reached up under the skirt and oiled the inside of O’s thighs.  Natalie heard the rings clink softly and then heard O’s rapid intake of breath as Jacqueline reached O’s secret places.  Jacqueline continued for a moment then laughed and lay back down.  She passed the oil to Natalie and told her, “use some of the oil, little one, or you will burn.  Natalie burned a little with anger at how casually Jacqueline teased her beloved O.

Norah, the Haitian servant came out on the terrace with a pitcher of lemonade and three glasses.  The ice in the pitcher clinked a little, making a sound similar to that O’s rings had made a few minutes earlier when Jacqueline seized her.  The pitcher had frosted up in the heat and drops of moisture dripped down it, as moisture dripped from the nearly naked girls.  Norah was fully clothed in a severely cut grey outfit with white lace at the neck and cuffs.  Her shoes had a slight heel and were black and polished.  She put down the tray with the pitcher and the glasses, and left.  As she reached the door, she looked back, saw the faint marks on O’s back and smiled a little.  Then she went back into the cool house.  The three girls sat up to drink their lemonade.  As they drank small beads of sweat ran down their bodies.  One ran down the upper slope of Jacqueline’s left breast.  It moved slowly but steadily down the curve and reached the aureole surrounding the nipple.  Just as it reached the pink bud, O leaned over and licked it off, sucking it into her mouth.  She then seized the nipple in her teeth and pulled slightly.  Jacqueline reached out and took O’s hand.  Then O and Jacqueline got to their feet and went into the house.  Natalie took a deep drink of her lemonade.

Natalie drank some more lemonade and then after a minute followed the other two into the house.  She moved quietly and entered the little alcove between O’s room and Sir Stephen’s where the linens were kept.  Keeping silent, she moved a neat pile of ironed sheets to reveal the cunning holes in the wall that allowed a viewer to see all that happened in O’s room.  O had removed her skirt and was sitting astride Jacqueline.  She had pinned Jacqueline’s hand above her head with one of her hands and the other pinched Jacqueline’s nipples.  Jacqueline lay there while O took her breasts and then releasing her hands, removed Jacqueline’s bikini bottom.  Natalie could see the rings in O’s labia and the links with Sir Stephen’s name, the crossed whips and the one with his signet as O bent over Jacqueline.  The marks of the brands that Anne-Marie had burned into O’s buttocks were also very evident.  Jacqueline’s lips worked at O’s nipples while O used a dildo as black as Norah on Jacqueline’s sex.  Then O seized Jacqueline by her nether lips, taking her harshly with fingers, lips and teeth, pulling and teasing the fleshy nub at the top of the lips until Jacqueline cried out in surrender.  O having taken Jacqueline, left her without a backward glance picking up her skirt and not putting it back on until she was on the terrace.
Natalie watched the whole thing, transfixed, too rapt to even touch herself.  Jacqueline lay on the bed totally spent; Natalie went down to the inlet to cool herself by swimming in sea.
O finished the lemonade while Norah oiled the leather encasing the crop and soaked the cords of the scourge.

Part 2
Natalie looked around the garden, the bald man with the huge belly was sitting on the terrace. She left the living room windows and moved along the villa to where the library opened into the garden. Sir Stephen had pushed O up against the door and was kissing her savagely, his hands having seized her breasts and belly. O moaned with pleasure as his fingers probed her sex, his hands searched her breasts and found the tips. If she had not been supported by her back against the door, she would have fallen. The large man got out of his chair as Sir Stephen pushed her towards him and Natalie saw him kiss her hand. Sir Stephen introduced her to O simply as Commander, but no name. As the three of them went back into the library, Natalie slipped in the door and sat down quietly on an ottoman. She saw the large bald man take O’s hand again and kiss it gently. Natalie heard O give a small gasp of surprise at something she saw on the stranger’s watch chain.

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One day while Natalie was in the garden running to express some of her joy at being alive in the sun, a car pulled up to the villa Sir Stephen had rented by the sea at Florville near Nice. As there was going to company Natalie ran upstairs to change out of her swimsuit. As she stripped off her bikini, she looked at her body in the full length mirror, and longed to start filling out more so that Sir Stephen would want to take her to Roissy as he had promised. She wished her skin had O’s warm glow, instead of being pale alabaster like Jacqueline’s. Still naked, she looked down in the road and saw a large old fashioned Rolls Royce standing before the Villa’s gate. But whoever the old car had brought was already inside. Putting on a simple white blouse and knee length skirt with white socks and her black shoes, shoes she sometimes wore to school, she look simple and fresh. No one would suspect the depth of passions that O had raised in the young girl. She came down stairs just in time to see Norah carrying several large white cartons of various shapes into a room off the main room. They looked like the hat boxes ladies used decades ago, when ladies wore hats everywhere.

Natalie went into the Garden and contemplated the flowers. Sir Stephen and a very large man with a huge belly and totally shaved bald head went to the chairs under a spreading Plane tree and began to talk in quiet voices. Natalie sat in her own corner and occupied herself cleaning some fallen leaves of the bench. Once she heard her own name and looked up to find Sir Stephen and the bald man looking at her. She looked away and they continued talking in their low voices.

Sir Stephen got up and went into the library through the garden doors leaving the bald man to sit under the tree smoking a thin cigar. Then through the french doors that opened into the garden from the living room, Natalie heard angry voices. Jacqueline her sister’s voice raised, saying, likely to Rene, “Look at her, her dress is rumpled where she sat on it, not on her bare skin. She sat with her legs crossed too” Natalie hurriedly uncrossed her own legs, though she had not yet dared not to wear panties or sit without her dress between her and the chair. Natalie heard O’s lower voice saying “no, no” and Natalie got up and moved to the window.
Her sister accused, “and she was chasing boys too”, and O’s angry “that was you not me”.
And then the two girls went at each other, Jacqueline dressed in the black that so complemented her pale skin, and O in the red which best emphasized her beauty. Rene sprang between them, notably protecting Jacqueline from O, whom he had loved and taken to Roissy.
O was sobbing, “No, No, I swear it is not true.
Sir Stephen appeared in the door that opened from the library to the living room and said sharply, “O, stop at once” O subsided at once, and Jacqueline went and sat on the sofa and lighting a cigarette sat calmly, although obviously still very angry and emotional. Rene stood near her, not looking at O. Sir Stephen called to O and took her into the Library and closed the door.

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The events from Part IV of the Story of O, The Owl, as seen through the eyes of Natalie.

By Sir Stephen’s command, Natalie was now constantly with O.  She watched when O and Jacqueline used the bed in O’s room.  She watched her sister’s nipples grow stiff and hard under O’s insistent tongue and watched her cry out when  O used her teeth on the rose tips of her breasts.  She watched O take Jacqueline and said nothing although she wished it has her that O kissed, just as she wished it was her that O pulled those sounds of passion from.  But Sir Stephen had forbidden O to teach Natalie the slightest caress or to kiss her or to allow Natalie to kiss her. All this made Natalie burn with passion and her love for O grew.
Natalie watched with envy from the end of the bed as O was tied over the balustrade and whipped by Sir Stephen.  She wished it was her that was so desired, that it was her receiving those blows.  She would receive them for O, she would suffer for O, she desired to have the same experiences at Roissy that O had had. She watched O take Sir Stephen in her mouth, or kneel down to open herself to make it more convenient for him to enter her rear passage.  She wished it was her who took Sir Stephen’s sex in her untutored mouth, that it was her still small growing breasts that bore the blue-black marks of the whip.  She would open her self for Sir Stephen to take anyway he wanted.  He had promised to take her to Roissy, to take her untouched into the world of obedience.  She clung to that promise as O clung to the bedpost when Sir Stephen or old Norah whipped her.
Natalie wanted to go to Roissy, not because she wanted to compete with O, but to emulate her, to feel what O had felt.  She loved O and longed to be taken by her, to be whipped by her, and by anyone O or Sir Stephen gave her to.  To show her devotion by giving herself up to be used, to be desired by those who could take anything they wanted for her.  When she was alone in her room at night, and could hear Sir Stephen taking O, she caressed herself, seeking release in her own caresses that release which Sir Stephen had ordered O to deny her.
As the days passed she sat closer and closer to O when she was whipped and used.  Once when Norah was flogging O’s breast, a whipcord sprung free and touched her arm.  She looked at the little red mark with wonder and longed for more, but Norah pushed her half a metre away with a warning glance that reminded Natalie that Norah flogged O only to please Sir Stephen, not out of love or longing for O.  After Norah left, Natalie sat close on the bed, contemplating the red bottom, with its mixture of old and new whip marks, the iron disks with the monogram of Sir Stephan hanging below the buttocks and showing between the whipmarked legs.  She was so envious of O, and so impatient to go to Roissy.
One day she mentioned her impatience to O, who reminded her that Sir Stephen had promised he would take her to Roissy, and her first lesson in obedience would be to go in Sir Stephen’s time and at his command.  Until then, she was to remain silent and wait.

The events of Part IV of the Story of O as seen through the eyes of Natalie, Jacqueline’s sister.

When O and Natalie reached the salon where O’s waxing had been booked, Natalie had to wait outside the booth where O was attended to.  She could hear every word though.  She heard O assure the attendant that the waxing did not hurt any more than being whipped with the crop.  She heard the disgust in the attendant’s horrified gasp when she saw the Iron Rings which pierced O and heard O try to explain her condition as a pierced and whipped slave.  O tried to tell her how she was proud of her condition and what she had done for love, but the attendant could not get past her disgust.  Natalie guessed by O’s gasps that the attendant was rushing the procedure, no longer caring how much she hurt O as long as she got O out of her shop.  Natalie heard O gasp as more hot wax was applied and then the attendant hissed, “especially hot just for you, is that any worse than a whipping?”  If O made any reply, Natalie did not hear it.