#natalie

aanonymouse4o:

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

When O and Natalie arrived back at Sir Stephen’s villa at Florville outside of Nice, they found that Jacqueline was out scouting locations with the director of her movie, and that Rene was in Nice attending to some business.  Norah was in the local village market getting supplies for their meals, so only Sir Stephen awaited them.

He took O upstairs with Natalie following behind.  He had O remove her clothes and as she removed each item, Natalie would fold it and place it in the wardrobe.  When O stood naked in front of him, Sir Stephen examined her closely, even though O’s naked body was very familiar to him.  He placed the Owl Mask over O’s head and mused that the Commander was absolutely right -, she looked better without her body hair which had contrasted so poorly with the feathers of the mask.  “Plucked quite bare, like a chicken”, he smiled.

Then he told Natalie to go and get him a pair of pliers.  “You are to be placed on a leash, O”, he said.

Sir Stephen forced open the last link of a chain leash and attached it the last of the Iron Rings that pierced O so intimately.  He then closed the link with the pliers, and taking a torch and some flux, welded it shut.  Although the heat was close to her body, O bore the closeness of the fire without flinching.  Now the leash would have to be cut off her irons.

O was led around by Natalie so Natalie could get used to leading her. 

“Am I to led her at the party?”, Natalie asked Sir Stephen.

“Either you or Norah, I haven’t decided”  Natalie begged and pleaded that she be allowed to lead O at the party, but Sir Stephen brutally cut her off saying it would be his decision.

aanonymouse4o:

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

For the next week life at Sir Stephen’s villa at Florville outside of Nice continued in the pattern set when Natalie led O naked down the stairs by the leash permanently attached to the Iron Rings in her labia.  Norah did the marketing daily, prepared the meals and did the minimal housework the villa demanded.  Jacqueline went of most days with the director of her movie to scout locations and do a few exterior shots  Rene went sailing, either in the little dinghy moored in the sandy cove at the foot of the villa, or with friends at the Yacht Club in Nice.  He was also drinking more.  Sir Stephen did some work for his business in the morning, then after sending the papers off by post took O either in the back passage or in her mouth.  The place that was the common place of usage he either ignored or whipped at his whim.  Then he napped and might later visit the British Yacht Club, a different one than Rene visited, to talk with his friends.

O spent the mornings tied up, legs in the air as at Samois, waiting for Sir Stephen’s pleasure.  Sometimes she was tied in her room, sometimes on the terrace.  But all the others grew used to her constant and open nudity in the villa, in the garden, and swimming in the sandy cove.  Always though her leash and chain were attached to her, the chain running between her legs and around her waist.

Every morning Natalie watched O tied with her legs in the air as at Samois, just as one of the other girls always contemplated the girl open to all tied on the dais at Anne-Marie’s.  In the afternoon she would swim in the cove, or go sailing with Rene, who always treated her with elaborate grown-up courtesy.

Every night Natalie formally led O down the stairs by her leash, and her conviction grew that Sir Stephen would allow her to so lead O at the Party. He had not said anything and she dared not ask.  He was the Master and would hand down his decision when he pleased.  Then all would obey

And so the days at Florville passed lazily with Natalie’s love and admiration for O growing every day.

aanonymouse4o:

O was not interested in the women she took, whose bodies she possessed.  When a couple of women at the party fantasized of being taken by O, they saw her as a conqueror, a beast woman like a god with the body of a woman and the head of a bird of prey.  Her chain as the leash of a falconer.  They did not know that O had conquered herself, her victory was over her own nature.  She had given up herself to the will of her masters.  In totally giving her self away, she had found her victory.

The women she possessed belonged by right to the men who mastered O, in surrendering to O, they became property and prey of those who possessed O.

Natalie dimly began to understand this.  She longed to be like O, to surrender like O, to be taken and desired like O. She hoped she had the strength to endure and suffer like O, but she began to fear the way it would make her feel.

AanonymousE4O added:

From my retelling of the Fourth Part of The Story of O, the Owl from the viewpoint of Natalie.  For the complete story:  click here.

o-1968:

Over a year and a half ago when Sir Stephen took O, naked save for her heels and an owl’s mask to the Commander’s party, both Ari and Nathan had been guests there. Ari brought Doutzen and Nathan, who was eighteen years old at the time brought a young girl of fifteen named Camille. At the party O was seated, her back against the wall, her hands lying on her knees, with Natalie on the ground to the left of her feet, still holding onto the chain that pierced O’s sex. One or two couples moved over in her direction, as though by accident at first, then one of the couples, Ari and Doutzen, dropped the pretence and, with Ari leading the way, marched boldly over. O stared at them with eyes that, beneath her plumage, were darkened with bister, eyes opened wide like the eyes of the nocturnal bird she was impersonating, and the illusion was so extraordinary that no one thought of questioning her, which would have been the most natural thing to do, as though she were a real owl, deaf to human language, and dumb. From midnight to dawn, which began to lighten the eastern sky at about five, as the moon waned and descended toward the west, several people came up to her and some even touched her, they formed a circle around her several times and several times they parted her knees and lifted the chain, bringing with them on of those two-branched candlesticks of Provençal earthenware - and she could feel the flames from the candles warming the inside of her thighs - to see how she was attached. Always Ari pushed Doutzen to the forefront of the crowd so that she would see how O was pierced and how the chain was attached. There was another girl, Camille, a very young, a girl with bare shoulders and a choker of pearls around her neck, wearing one of those white dresses young girls wear to their first ball, two tea-scented roses at her waist and a pair of golden slippers on her feet, and Nathan made her sit down next to O, on her right. Then he took her hand and made her caress O’s breasts, whose nipples quivered to the touch of the cool, light fingers, and touch her sex, and the chain, and the hole through which it passed, the young girl silently, did as she was bid, and when the boy said he planned to do the same thing to her, she did not seem shocked. That night after Nathan had taken Camille home she lay in her bed and masturbated to what she had seen.

The two young guests at the party came over to where O was standing on the plinth with Natalie curled up at her feet.  As Natalie sat on the stone flagstones she was conscious of her lack of underwear, even though her body was not in direct contact with the hard stone.

The young man who had introduced himself to Sir Stephen and the Commander as Nathan P______ walked up to O, showing none of the diffidence or shyness of most of the other guests.  Following him was the young girl with the pearl choker and the tea roses attached to her wrists.  She looked young and innocent in her white dress, even though it was just a little too short, and the material a little too thin.  The young man grabbed O by the breast, while his other hand sought her sex. Then he slapped one breast sharply. He laughed.  He slapped it again.  O did not cry out or move.  The Owl looked straight ahead, as though what happened to the woman’s body was no concern of the Owl, The Hunter Goddess.

Nathan pulled his young companion close, then he put her hands on either side of O’s waist.  They almost went around, so narrow had the waist become.  Nathan pointed out the obvious, that the narrow waist, beside making O look more vulnerable, emphasized the breasts and the curves above and O’s hips and loins below.  He turned O around and had the girl trace the lines on O’s back where she had been whipped and on her backside and thighs where she had been cropped. He made her take O’s buttocks in her hands and squeeze them.  Her fingers were placed on the places where O had been branded, her forefinger delicately traced the brand’s curves.

Turning O around, Nathan made her caress O’s breasts, softly moving them, making them move under her hands.  Natalie burned with anger, seeing this young women, around her own age, take O in ways which Sir Stephen had forbidden to her, caressing Natalie’s object of love, of adoration, of desire; the woman Natalie longed to emulate.  Natalie longed to be in this girl’s place, caressing O. Then from nowhere a vision came to Natalie of herself standing here naked, being caressed by this girl. Natalie was confused, but held on more fiercely to the leash.  She closed her eyes to the vision of the girl in white caressing O.  Her eyes closed, Natalie saw a new vision: the girl in white, naked in a full mask, standing still while Natalie caressed her as O was caressed, caressed her as a young owl who wore a pearl choker.  Natalie made a little cry and opened her eyes.  Both Nathan and his companion looked at her curiously, but said nothing and turned their attentions back to O.

Nathan had the girl feel O’s thighs and bringing a candle close to O’s belly demonstrated how O was pierced by Iron Rings, and how she was attached to Natalie’s leash.

“I am going to do this to you”, he said quietly.

Then taking the girls fingers he had her explore O’s sex, thrusting in and out.  Then shockingly, he took her hand, and conveyed her fingers to her mouth. Surprised she opened her mouth and took her fingers inside.

“Lick them clean”, he said.

When she had done that, he placed his own fingers in O, then and lifted them up and smelled them.  Just as Natalie thought he was going to make the girl lick them too, he took the back of her neck and forced his fingers into Natalie’s mouth. As the tongue and lips in her violated mouth sucked and licked clean his fingers, Natalie was very conscious she wore no underwear.  She wondered if Nathan knew that.  Her nipples hardened as her knees weakened and she sat on the marble bench behind O

Natalie wished she had used the toilet at Sir Stephen’s villa before they left for the party. She felt an urgent need to empty herself and wondered if the fact she wore no underwear made her more conscious of that.  And she couldn’t leave O, By Sir Stephen’s command, she was as attached to the leash as O was.  Sir Stephen had given her the responsibility of holding the leash and he was already displeased with her for taking off her sweater and leggings. She hoped he did not know about the panties.  She held her legs together and felt very naked under her knee length dress.

Natalie watched as Nathan led the girl away. Natalie wondered if the girl with the pearl choker wore any underwear. She wondered.

O stood on the plinth between the bar and the buffet.   A marble bench was behind her, while two torches blazed on the cloister’s balustrade behind her.  The moonlight coming from above foreshortened her shadow, while the back light from the torches made the feathers of the Owl Mask stand out.  The shadows from her breasts caused moving patterns of light and dark across her belly; the shadow of her belly cast into darkness the details of the attachment of the leash to the rings.  On the other hand, the light picked out the marks on the slopes of her upper breasts where she had been cropped and the same on her thighs.

More than before O seemed an unworldly figure, a goddess of the hunt, an inhuman creature not of this world.  But her body, naked and vulnerable, showed the marks in her obviously human body, a woman under the whip.

Goddess and sacrifice, neither entirely of this world.

Dancers would drift close, and slow their movements as they gazed upon her.  Some even dared to touch her; then feeling that her skin was warm, some caressed her. None thought to speak to her, although a few asked Natalie questions about her condition.

Two women sitting together at a table walked over carrying a candlestick and examined O closely, even sitting her down on the marble bench and spreading her legs.  They held the candles close, the flames almost touching her thighs as they examined how she was connected to the leash.  They saw how the Iron rings pierced her and examined the tags that hung from them.  One held the crossed whip and crop emblem of Roissy on one side, and Sir Stephen’s initials on the other.  A second held the initials on one side and Sir Stephen’s signet on the other.  As a drop of wax fell on her flesh, O flinched a little bit.  Seeing this, the woman who held the candle shook it, causing more wax to land on O’s sensitive inner thighs.  This time O did not move.  It was only the unexpectedness of the first wax that caused her to move.

As other guests drifted over, the women demonstrated to them, the leash, the rings, the tags, and the marks of the whip on O’s breasts and belly.  One of the men asked that she be turned around and they gazed on the places where O had been whipped, and where Sir Stephen had branded his initials into her. One man felt her ass, and then reaching through seized the ring and tags from behind.  Natalie felt the leash jerk in her hand.  He caressed O’s sex for a moment while the others watched, then removed his hand, astonished at his actions.

Sometimes the crowd around O was large, sometimes small, as guests drifted towards her and others left to dance or to get a drink or some food.

O stood or sat as the guests moved her body like a doll, and did not speak at all, nor did anyone speak to her. Natalie only spoke to answer their questions otherwise she sat on the ground at O’s feet, an acolyte to the goddess and a holder of the sacrifice.