1. T h e S t o r y o f O


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Taboo, Author: -Rolf1971-, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    table which had been brought into the hallway and on which were coffee, milk, sugar, bread, croissants, and butter. &#034Hurry up and eat,&#034 said Andrée. &#034It's nine o'clock. Afterward you can sl**p till noon, and when you hear the bell it will be time to get ready for lunch. You'll bathe and fix your hair. I'll come to make you up and lace up your bodice.&#034 &#034You won't be on duty till afternoon,&#034 Jeanne said. &#034In the library: you'll serve the coffee and liqueur and tend the fire.&#034 &#034And what about you?&#034 O said. &#034We're only supposed to take care of you during the first twenty-four hours of your stay. After that you're on your own, and will have dealings only with the men. We won't be able to talk to you, and you won't be able to talk to us either.&#034: &#034Don't go,&#034 O said. &#034Stay a while longer and tell me...&#034 But she did not have time to finish her sentence. The door opened; it was her lover, and he was not alone. It was her lover, dressed the way he used to when he had just gotten out of bed and lighted the first cigarette of the day; in striped pajamas and a blue dressing gown, the wool robe with the padded silk lapels which they had picked out together a year before. And his slippers were worn, she would have to buy him another pair. The two women disappeared with no other sound except the rustling of silk as they lifted their skirts (all the skirts were a trifle long and trailed on the ground) - on the carpet the mules ...
    could not be heard. O, who was holding a cup of coffee in her left hand and a croissant in the other, was seated cross-legged, or rather half-cross-legged, on the edge of the bed, one of her legs dangling and the other tucked up under her. She did not move, but her cup suddenly began to shake in her hand, and she dropped the croissant. &#034Pick it up,&#034 René said. They were his first words. She put the cup down on the table, picked up the partly eaten croissant, and put it beside the cup. A fat croissant crumb still lay on the rug, beside her bare foot. This time René bent down and picked it up. Then he sat down near O, pulled her back down onto the bed and kissed her. She asked him if he loved her. He answered: &#034Yes, I love you!&#034 then got to his feet and made her stand up too, softly running the cool palms of his hands, then his lips, over the welts. Since he had come in with her lover, O did not know whether or not she could look at the man who had entered with him and who, for the moment, had his back to them and was smoking a cigarette near the door. What followed was not of a nature to reassure her. &#034Come over here so we can see you,&#034 her lover said, and having guided her to the foot of the bed, he pointed out to his companion that he had been right, and he thanked him, adding that it would only be fair for him to take O first if he so desired. The unknown man, whom she still did not dare to look at, then asked her, after having run his hand over her ...
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