#story of o

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.

O continued, telling her story to Uschi:

“One day, about a week later after I left work, Rene met me and took me for a walk in a section of the city where we seldom went - the Mont Souris Park. After we had taken a stroll in the park, and sat together side by side on the edge of a lawn, Rene said, ‘Remember what you said about going to Roissy?’ I said, ‘Of course. I said I would do anything you asked of me.’ It was then I noticed, at one corner of the park, at an intersection where there are never any cars, a large black limousine. Rene guided me to that car, saying, ‘Get in.’ I did so. It was late September and coming up to dusk. I was dressed as I usually was for work: high heels, a suit with a pleated skirt, and a white silk blouse with floppy bow. In my small leather purse were my identification papers, compact, and lipstick.”

By now, Uschi and Udranka were listening intently to O’s words.

“The car moved off slowly, Rene still not having said a word to the driver. The car was quite plush inside; I noticed it had shades that could be pulled down for privacy. I think it must have come from some car rental agency. Anyway, Rene pulled down the shades on both sides, and the shade on the back window. I thought, ‘He wants to kiss me or that he wants me to caress him. But instead, Rene said, ‘Your bag is in your way; let me have it.’ I gave it to him. He puts it out of reach and added, ‘You also have on too many clothes. Take off your panties.’ But by then the limousine had picked up speed, and I had some trouble managing it; I was also also afraid the driver might turn around, but I did manage. Rene took my panties from me, opened my purse and put them in it, then he said, ‘You shouldn’t sit on your skirt. Pull it up behind you and sit directly on the seat.’ The seat was made of some sort of imitation leather, which was slippery and cold. It was quite an extraordinary sensation to feel it sticking to your thighs. “I wasn’t sure what Rene wanted me to do. I started to say something, but he out his finger to my lips and said, ‘Don’t move. Sit perfectly still.’ His hand reached for the collar of my blouse, untied the bow, then unbuttoned my blouse. I leaned forward slightly, thinking he wanted to fondle my breasts. But no. He was merely groping for the shoulder straps of my bra, which he snipped with a small penknife. Then he pulled. Hard enough to break the snaps in the back of it and took it off. Now, beneath my white, silk blouse, which he has buttoned back up, my breasts were naked, as was the rest of my body, from waist to knee.

“The car was still speeding along, and I did not dare ask why René was just sitting there without moving or saying another word. I couldn’t guess what all this meant to him – having me there motionless, silent, pantiless and exposed, in a black car going God knows where to this place called Roissy. He hadn’t told me what to do or not to do, I was about to either to cross my legs or press them together, but Rene stopped me, saying, ‘Keep your legs apart. Don’t let your knees touch. Stay open.’ And so, we rode on.

"By now, we must have been out of Paris proper. I saw some streetlamps in the distance away, and it was getting dark. It began to mist, a light rainy mist. The car left the main road. Then Rene took a black piece of cloth from his pocket and said, ‘I must blindfold you.’ He did so and shortly I heard gravel crunching. The car stopped. Rene spoke, ‘Listen. Now you’re ready. You will be turned over to the Château, where you will be instructed as to what to do.’ Rene helped me from the car. I sensed the driver was standing near us. Rene pulled my hands behind my back. I felt him tie some cords around my wrists. Thus, half undressed and bound, the driver and Rene guided me up a few steps and, with my blindfold still on, through one or two doors. I heard Rene say, ‘This is where I leave you.’ And then I heard retreating footsteps, leaving me alone.”

“You see, several years ago, I was living in Paris, working as a photographer and part-time model for a fashion magazine, ‘La Femme Mediterranean.’ One of the other models told me about a young man named Rene. She said he was quite handsome, rather wealthy and had a reputation as a ladies’ man. I was intrigued, so I made an effort to be at a party where I knew he would be. And made sure he noticed me.”

“It was lust at first sight,” said Udranka, still retaining her sense of humor, despite the dire setting the three women were in. O frowned and continued, “Anyway, Rene courted me, much like a lion stalks its prey. He wined and dined me. We quickly became lovers. And he was an excellent lover. I was young, foolish and head over heels in love with him. Even though we kept separate apartments to keep up appearances, we basically lived together. On some level, I perhaps thought we would marry, but I was in no hurry; I was so much in love. And happy with the status quo.”

As O thought back to those days with- What? Nostalgia? Longing? Regret? - she did not notice Uschi closely looking at her. Looking at O’s naked, slender body, appraising her?

“Then one day, we were in Park Morceau. We had a picnic, and afterward, we made love on the blanket that we had laid our bread and wine on. Rene dressed but asked me to stay naked. Of course, I did. Then standing behind me, he cupped his hands around my breasts and took my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and asked me if I would go to a place called Roissy if he desired me to do so. I thought Roissy might be some new night club. What did I know? Of course, I said yes. I said, ‘Rene I will do whatever you ask. I love you.’ He replied that it wasn’t a club, but rather it was really a society, the Society of Roissy and the Society had a chateau on the outskirts of Paris. He went on to say that the chateau was a place where a girl might go to prove her love. I must have giggled or even laughed out loud, because I distinctly remember him tweaking my nipples and saying, ‘O, I’m serious. Would you go to Roissy to prove your love for me?’ And I remember his member, erect again, pressing against my naked buttocks. I said, ‘Yes, darling. You know I love you and would do anything you ask. I will go to Roissy. When shall I go?’ This seemed to please Rene. He said, ‘Soon. But now, my love, I want you to kneel down and caress me with your mouth.’ And, of course, I did as he had asked.”

Hearing this part of O’s story, Uschi thought to herself, “Roissy? Where have I heard that word before? And in what context?”