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

    hidden in the furrow of her belly. She merely seized O by the hair to press her more closely to her, and only let her go in order to say to her: &#034Again, do it again.&#034 O had loved Jacqueline in the same way, had held her completely abandoned in her arms. She had possessed her; or at least she so thought. But the similarity of gestures meant nothing. O did not possess Anne-Marie. No one possessed Anne-Marie. Anne-Marie demanded caresses without worrying about what the person providing them might feel, and she surrendered herself with an arrogant liberty. Yet she was all kindness and gentleness with O, kissed her on the mouth and kissed her breasts, and held her close against her for an hour before sending her back to her own room. She had removed her irons. &#034These are your final hours here,&#034 she said, &#034you can sl**p without the irons. The ones we'll put on you in a little while you'll never be able to take off.&#034 She had run her hand softly, and at great length, over O's rear, then had taken her into the room where she, Anne-Marie, dressed, the only room in the house where there was a three-sided mirror. She had opened the mirror so that O could see herself. &#034This is the last time you'll see yourself intact,&#034 she said. &#034Here, on this smooth rounded area is where Sir Stephen's initials will be branded, on either side of the cleft in your behind. The day before you leave I'll bring you back here for another look at yourself. You won't ...
    recognize yourself. But Sir Stephen is right. Now go and get some sl**p, O.&#034 But O was too worried and upset to sl**p, and when at ten the next morning Yvonne came to fetch her, O was trembling so that she had to help her bathe, arrange her hair, and put on her lipstick. She had heard the garden gate open; Sir Stephen was there. &#034Come along now, O,&#034 Yvonne said, &#034he's waiting for you.&#034 The sun was already high in the sky, not a breath of air was stirring in the leave of the beech tree, which looked as though it were made out of copper. The dog, overcome by the heat, was lying at the foot of the tree, and since the sun had not yet disappeared behind the main mass of foliage, its rays shot through the end of the only branch which, at this hour, cast a shadow on the table: the marble top was resplendent with bright, warm spots of light. Sir Stephen was standing, motionless, beside the table, Anne-Marie seated beside him. &#034Here she is,&#034 said Anne-Marie, when Yvonne had brought O before them, &#034the rings can be put on whenever you like, she's been pierced.&#034 Without replying, Sir Stephen took O in his arms, kissed her on the mouth and, lifting her completely off her feet, lay her down on the table and bent over her. Then he kissed her again, caressed her eyebrows and her hair and, straightening up, said to Anne-Marie: &#034Right now, if it's all right with you.&#034 Anne-Marie took the leather coffer which she had brought out with her and set down on a ...
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