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

    Yvonne.&#034 The red-haired girl rose to her feet and lay back on the bed. Anne-Marie spread her thighs and showed O that one of the nether lobes had been neatly pierced, half way down and close to the base. The iron ring would just fit into it. &#034In a moment I'll pierce you, O,&#034 Anne-Marie said. &#034It's nothing really. What takes the longest is placing the clamps so as to be able to suture the outer and inner layers, attach the epidermis to the inner membrane. It's much easier to bear than the whip.&#034 &#034You mean to say you won't put me to sl**p?&#034 O cried, trembling. &#034Of course not,&#034 Anne-Marie replied. &#034You'll merely be tied a little more tightly than you were yesterday. That's really quite sufficient. Now come long.&#034 A week later, Anne-Marie removed the clamps and slipped on the test ring. It was lighter than it looked, for it was hollow, but still O could feel its weight. The hard metal, which was visibly piercing the flesh, looked like an instrument of torture. What would it be like when the weight of the second ring was added to it? This barbaric instrument would be immediately and glaringly apparent to the most casual glance. &#034Of course it will,&#034 Anne-Marie said, when O pointed this out to her. &#034But aren't you by now fully aware of what Sir Stephen wants? Anyone at Roissy or anywhere else, Sir Stephen or anyone else, even you in front of the mirror, anyone who lifts your skirts will immediately see his rings on your loins ...
    and, if you turn around, his monogram on your buttocks. You may possibly file the rings off one day, but the grand on your backside will never come off.&#034 &#034I thought it was possible to have tattoos removed,&#034 Colette said. (It was she who had tattooed, on Yvonne's white skin just above the triangle of her belly, the initials of Yvonne's master in ornate blue letters, like the letters you find on embroidery.) &#034O will not be tattooed,&#034 replied Anne-Marie. O looked at Anne-Marie. Colette and Yvonne were stunned, and said nothing. Anne-Marie was fumbling for her words. &#034Go ahead and say it,&#034 O said. &#034My poor dear girl, I just couldn't work up the courage to tell you: you're to be branded. Sir Stephen sent me the branding irons two days ago.&#034 &#034Branded?&#034 Yvonne cried, &#034with a red-hot branding iron?&#034 from the first day, O had shared in the life of the house. Idleness, absolute and deliberate idleness was the order of the day, interspersed with dull distractions. The girls were at liberty to walk in the garden, to read, draw, play cards, play solitaire. They could sl**p in their rooms or sunbathe on the lawn. Sometimes two of them would chat, or they would talk together in pairs for hours on end, and sometimes they would sit at Anne-Marie's feet without uttering a word. Mealtimes were always the same, dinner was by candlelight, tea was served in the garden, and there was something absurd about the matter-of-fact way in which the two ...
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