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

    he had glimpsed on her body, took her by the hand instead of throwing himself upon her as she had expected, and descended the stairs, paying not the slightest heed to the sly smiles of the waiters and, after hailing a taxi, took her back to his hotel room. He did not let her go till nightfall, after having frantically plowed her fore and aft, both of which he bruised and belabored unmercifully, he being of an uncommon size and rigidity and, what is more being totally intoxicated by the sudden freedom granted him to penetrate a woman doubly and be embraced by her in the way he had seen ordered to a short while before (something he had never before dared ask of anyone). The following day, when O arrived at Sir Stephen's at two o'clock in answer to his summons, she found him looking older and his face careworn. &#034Eric has fallen head over heels in love with you, O,&#034 he told her. &#034This morning he called on me and begged me to grant you your freedom. He told me he wants to marry you. He wants to save you. You see how I treat you if you're mind, O, and if you are mine you have no right to refuse my commands; but you also know that you are always free to choose not to be mine. I told him so. He's coming back here at three.&#034 O burst out laughing. &#034Isn't it a little late?&#034 she said. &#034You're both quite mad. If Eric had not come by this morning, what would you have done with me this afternoon? We would have gone for a walk, nothing more? Then let's go for a ...
    walk. Or perhaps you would not have summoned me this afternoon? In that case I'll leave....&#034 &#034No,&#034 Sir Stephen broke in, &#034I would have called you, but not to go for a walk. I wanted...&#034 &#034Go on, say it.&#034 &#034Come, it will be simpler to show you.&#034 He got up and opened a door in the wall opposite to the fireplace, a door identical to the one in his office. O had always thought that the door led into a closet which was no longer used. She saw a tiny bedroom, newly painted, and hung with dark red silk. Half of the room was occupied by a rounded stage flanked by two columns, identical to the stage in the music room at Samois. &#034The walls and ceiling are lined with cork, are they not?&#034 O said. &#034And the door is padded, and you've had a double window installed?&#034 Sir Stephen nodded. &#034But since when has all this been done?&#034 O said. &#034Since you've been back.&#034 &#034Then why?...&#034 &#034Why did I wait until today? Because I first wanted to hand you over to other men. Now I shall punish you for it. I've never punished you, O.&#034 &#034But I belong to you,&#034 O said. &#034Punish me. When Eric comes...&#034 An hour later, when he was shown a grotesquely bound and spread-eagled O strapped to the two columns, the boy blanched, mumbled something and disappeared. O thought she would never see him again. She ran into him again at Roissy, at the end of September, and he had her consigned to him for three days in a row, during which ...
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