#storyofo

aanonymouse4o:

sexybondage:

I would like you to meet my wife and slave

From Doris Kloster’s classic photoset of Story of O

aanonymouse4o:

atexasman:

We’re going to spend some quality time outdoors today, pet

The moon had set half an hour ago, but the first rosy fingers of the dawn had not yet appeared.  The only light came from the headlights of his truck.  The steel bands around throat, wrists and ankles were cool in the cool night air of autumn.  The breezes played over her body; her nipples stiffened.  Her legs moved apart, so the heat in her groin could be fanned by the breezes of the night.  The cool of the dew  was clammily damp against her knees and lower legs, while her thighs felt the hot moistness of her arousal. She was cool and she was hot.  Her body was bound but her lusts were to be unbounded in this dark night.

aanonymouse4o:

Most girls at Roissy bore whip marks.  Here are three cane welts, applied more for decoration than punishment.  See how attractive it makes her ass look.

aanonymouse4o:

“She is very hot and horny.  What do you do when they are like that?”

“We attach their bracelets to their collars to save their hotness for their masters.”

aanonymouse4o:

Ariana hated all the humiliation that went with being a Roissy.  Being a naked waitress in the Roissy Restaurant was terrible.  Anyone could see her there. Worst was that all the waitress were naked, as were all the inmates of the Chateau.  The constant nudity of herself and others worked on her mind making it seen normal and acceptable.  Ariana fought a losing battle against such acceptance.  She begged Simone for help in getting out of Roissy, but Simone sent her away with a valet after having betrayed Ariana’s arousal and horniness. Roissy was working on Simone’s mind too, and she was a free clothed woman.

aanonymouse4o:

Anne-Marie told Robert and Simone of girls who let themselves be branded for love.  The master’s saw it as marking their property. 

aanonymouse4o:

Anne-Marie owned a selection of old and historical branding irons.  She had used all of them over the years.

A girl serving in a Story of O dress.

aanonymouse4o:

Ariana’s world of stone and iron was always lighted.  She could see what she had become: a naked chained thing who was whopped and used.  She knew what she was being conditioned to become; she fought against it; but she knew she was becoming someone else

goreanmaster:

schoolslaves:

History О / История О

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The Story of O showed the world that if a girl was to wear any clothing that it should not in any way hinder a Man from having immediate access to every part of a girl. It also showed girls being properly treated as slaves to Men.

aewriter:

O is waiting to be punished. Sir Steven has promised to give her 30 of the leather strap to her buttocks.  She knows she deserves it.  She gets wet just thinking of it. 

But O has been waiting like this for two hours now–nude, alone, on her knees, unmoving, staring straight ahead, feet tucked primly under her buns.  She can hear Sir Steven in the other room.  He is fucking and fucking a new woman.  She can hear his grunts, her cries, their laughter.  She burns with jealousy.

She is silent.  Obedient.  Submissive.

aanonymouse4o:

Ariana was shackled at the foot of the stairs leading to the Roissy Dungeons.  The men of Roissy had a leisurely lunch before turning to deal with her.  They knew she wasn’t going anywhere!

They had used a brank to silence her curses, not because they cared what she said, but as a reminder to Ariana that all her body, particularity her mouth, her breasts, her cunt and her ass, belonged to them, to do with as they pleased.

And now it would be their pleasure to punish her.

aanonymouse4o:

Ariana’s soft leather collar was replaced by an unyielding iron one.  That was what the women of the dungeons wore.  It was a reminder, if reminder was needed, of their abandoned and desperate, hopeless contition

aanonymouse4o:

As one man tired another took his place.  There was no rest of relief for Ariana.  Every curse and nasty word she had uttered upstairs was taken out on her body downstairs.  There was a lot to repay.  The men did not care, they were patient

aanonymouse4o:

Ariana’s body turned red under blow after blow.  The men took their time.  They had no where else to go.  Ariana wished she were anywhere else, even back upstairs.  She hadn’t know there was anything worse than the upstairs of Roissy.  Now she was learning of the horrors of its dungeons.

She screamed, the men smiled.  Simone was stony faced, not daring to show any expression.

aanonymouse4o:

Not a part of Ariana was spared the whip.  The disposition of her whole body belonged to the men she had insulted.  They would extract their vengeance.