Harley Demoiselle Initiation

Harley Demoiselle Initiation

February 15, 2016

Prior to her initiation, I took the opportunity to meet with Harley and ask her a few questions... here they are.

 Juliette -  What does living the life of a Roissy Val d'Oise submissive look like to you?
Harley - To me, it looks like a challenge that I am welcoming - the classes and the tasks.  The easy part is the friendships I've made here.  I'm looking forward to seeing how those blossom and grow over time.

 Juliette - What does submission mean to you?
Harley - So many things - it's the giving up - to receive so much more in return than you thought possible.  It's knowing and trusting in someone enough to be absolutely sure that they have your best interest at heart...what will make you grow into a better version of yourself.  It's handing over everything I am...and trusting someone not to break it.

 Juliette - what metaphor or symbol represents you as a submissive and / or the demoiselle initiation to you personally?
Harley - There is a quote by Anaïs Nin: “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”  - - for me, that sums it up perfectly.  The risk of what I could l miss out on by not letting go is a much more a painful thought than the fear of letting go itself.

Juliette - what is your favorite color and why?
Harley - My favorite color is pink because it is unassuming, soft and feminine.  I love all shades of it.  When I was growing up, my mother kept my hair chopped (hacked up is a better word) very short.  I was mistaken for a boy until I was almost 13.  I hated it.   I think that might have something to do with it.

(Thank you Harley.)


Now on to the big day...

"While we wait on Rene," said Maitre Taylor, the Dom Supervisor for the ceremony,  "I would like to remind everyone to please keep chatter down when we start and plase do not IM any of the participants.........unless the building catches fire.

"Sisters to show support for the girl, I encourage you all to be bare breasted........and the Dominants kinda like it too."

Sweet  looks to make sure no rubberbands are around
Lisbeth unfastens the clasp, keeping her eyes low, cheeks flush pink..she slips the cloth under a chair..
Juliette gently pulls down her top, feeling the sudden tingle of cool air

The room suddenly stills as Maitre René walks in from the lounge.

"Bonjur everyone... twice in one day!" He smiles and takes his seat, nodding to Taylor to begin.

A ripple of respectful greetins flow around the room.

Maitre Taylor stands and looks the gathering over, "well we have another nice crowd it seems, thank you so much for being here and your support. JC was hung up at work today so this will truly be  an off the cuff role play. ........... But really isn't that the best way, very little planned just raw human emotions and interaction.   Let all be supportive and give this girl a day for her to remember.  Again, thank you so much for being here to Rene if you are ready we will begin."

He turns and looks over to Sana, "You are her mentor correct sana?"

"Yes Maitre taylor, I am," she affirms.

"Then go fetch her from the tower," he instructs as she rises straightening her skirt. 

" Yes Maitre Taylor, it is my pleasure"  her eyes lower as she passes Maitre Taylor and Maitre Rene, a slight smile curls her lips. She moves swiftly along the wooden floor to the soft carpet.  Smiling brightly, her eyes raise taking in the ambiance of the room.  Moving forward she stands before Maitre Taylor and the cushion.

Facing Harley,  her own fingers untie the knot that gathers the soft fabric of her sheath, the red cloth drifting to a pool on the floor.  Leans to the girl and squeezes her hand gently, "Harley, please kneel on the cushion to my right, Maitre Taylor, may I present Demoiselle Harley to You and the Dominants of Roissy Val d'Oise"

Harley Wytchwood stood straight as the flimsy material pooled at her feet, then shivered with a nervous chill as she fully realized she was stripped bare before the community - somehow feeling even more naked than naked.  A flush of red crept up her chest to her neck and then to her cheeks as she smiled weakly and whispered "thank you" then drifted down gracefully to kneel before Maitre

Maitre Taylor watches closely as the girls smooth fair skin is unveiled, he walk , the way she holds herself as she kneels. "Harley is it, this is your name girl?"

Harley Wytchwood glanced up as far as his knees and nodded her head "Yes Maitre Taylor. it is."

"Very good, and, so, Harely you do understand that you do not have to be here. It is all worthless unless this is your choice, otherwise it is simply not submission."

"Yes, Maitre Taylor, I undersand this.

"We have seen the work you have put in on your path," he says. "but today you begin such a different path, I need you to tell Rene, myself, our Dominants and our community that you do want to be a Demoiselle." he hovers over her looking deep into her eyes.

Harley Wytchwood swallowed hard, feeling very small before his towering figure.  "Yes Maitre Taylor" her voice was barely above a whisper, and shaking.

"Say it, I will not ask again."

"Maitre Rene, Maitres, Masters and Sirs - I wish to be a part of the community here, to serve you all with passion and fire.  I want this very much, if you will have me," she says quietly and  glanced about as she could now see better "And Maitresses," she adds as she notices Maitresse Runa flinch at the omission.

Maitresse Runa nods.

Maitre Taylor smiles. "Ah yes much better, good girl." He moves around behind her, pushes his foot between her calves and pushes then apart, "Today you will be opened up to the community, " He then begins pushing her golden lochs to the side running his finger tips over her neck.

Harley Wytchwood felt the foot between her legs and parted her thighs from the pressure "Yes Maitre Taylor" - her voice quaking, then a shiver as she felt the fingertips graze over her skin.

Maitre Taylor reaches in his coat, "I have a collar, this collar will be many things to you, and to the rest of us, it will symbolize your dedication to us, all of us. You will wear it with pride. " He squats down and lets the collar rest on her upper back yet to put it around her neck.

Harley felt the coldness of the steel against her back and flinched every so slightly.  Her skin broke out in goosebumps as a small shiver shook her shoulders.  "Yes Maitre" she whispered.

"Tell me now, does this collar belong on Harley's neck, it does not have to be here, but I will tell you, once it is locked you are ours, and in many ways we are yours, Does it belong there Harley?"

"Yes, Maitre Taylor, it does" her voice was filled with more resolve in her tone

Maitre Taylor pushes forward and warps the collar 'round her neck, it makes a small click, the sound meager yet rings out in the room , familiar to all memebers. "It is done then , you belong to us." He alows her to get adjusted to the feel while he reaching in his pocket for the small metal leash.

She gasped almost inaudibly after hearing the lock slide into place.  A surge of emotion welled up inside of her, taking her by surprise.  She blinked rapidly several times and cleared her throat as fingertips rose and danced lightly over the smoothness of the collar.  "Thank you, Maitre." she whispered and lowered her hands back behind her.

He connects the leash, stands and tugs upward , applying pressure to her neck. "Stand girl, let us see what is ours."

Harley Wytchwood pressed up from the floor obediently  and stood before him and all others, cheeks flaming bright red.

He  pulls her along parading her around the room, for all to see, "Do not look the Dominants in the eyes girl, you have yet to earn that."

Harley Wytchwood felt herself pulled along and followed with quick steps to keep up with his long stride, her eyes kept to the carpet as they moved about the room.

Maitre Taylor reaches to his chair as he passed and picks up a horse hair flogger. "I am pleasured to be the first to mark you girl. " He grabs and hand full of her silken blond hair and pushes her head down. "You see Harley, I do not whip you out of anger, this is a first test of your loyalty and dedication. "

[16:55] Taylor Smitty: ((wow massive crash?))

Harley Wytchwood paused long enough for a loud and watery sniffle, and said "Thank you, Maitre Taylor" her voice was thick with from the stinging pain and emotion.

He stand behind her for a brief moment after hearing her words and reigns down on her with the more licks, he grunts on each downswing, the licks echo in the otherwise silent room, "Thwack, thwack thwack."

She whimpered, then lifted her head and cried out toward the ceiling as the beating continued, seemingly from all directions.  Her arms buckled slightly and her knees began to shake as she surrendered her flesh to his will.

He tosses the flogger over near his chair, places his hand underneath her chin and lifts her, examines her face for distress, wipes a tear from her cheek and guides her over to the waiting Dominants.

Harley Wytchwood did her best to offer a weak smile as he lifted her chin and wiped her wet cheek. Her chin trembled as goose bumps broke out across her skin and faint stripes began to darken and swell.

Maitre Taylor hands the leash to Quiet and moves back to his seat.

Sir Quiet stands and looks at the pretty girl, seeing her pretty hair and slender body as I take in at her beauty. He  slowly walks over to the girl, approaching her, and feeling the energy from her glowing body.  Moving closer behind her, his finger tips touch her,  moving over her slowly, stroking her soft hair.

Harley Wytchwood followed the tug of the leash, the back of her hand taking a quick swipe at her eyes to clear her vision.  She stood straight and tall before Sir Quiet, adn though her eyes were kept low, she sensed him assessing her body.  She relaxed slightly as she felt the touch to her hair.

"Are you ready to show the Doms of Vdo you ready to be one of our girls ?" asked Sir Quiet.

Harley Wytchwood nodded her head as she spoke "Yes, Sir Quiet, I believe that I am...her confidence was waning, but she did her best to squash that feeling down "I hope I am" she whispered.

He lifts his hand and lightly strokes the back of his fingers over her nipples feeling them firm and erect.  He reaches in his pocket with his other hand and takes out two clamps, cupping one of her breasts in his hand he touches it to her breast so she feels the cold metal,  He opens it between his fingers, placing it over her erect nipple and then releases it slowly so she can feel it pinching her more and more, the pressure and pain increasing as it tightens its grip. then cups her other breast in his hand and lifts it and opens the other clamp placing it on her nipple and releases it with a snap as it grabs her hard erect nipple. Taking  the chain on the clamps, he pulls on it to increase the pain she feels

He looks at her and listens.

She shuddred and turned her head slightly to the side as she felt the cold clamp pressed to her skin.  

As he closed it upon the stiff peak of her nipple she sucked in a breath, fingers splaying at her sides and eyes closing tightly as she tried to adjust to the increasing pain.  The pull to teh chain brought forth a loud whimper.

Sir Quiet drops the chain and strokes his finger tips along the sides her body moving downm to her glowing red bottom and feeling its warmth.  He lowers his touch to her inner thighs and strokes his fingers along each, pressing them open wider.  As his fingers move higher on her thigh, two of his fingers touch her virginal opening and feel its flowing wet nectar. He uses his fingers to open her more.  He commands her to come with him.

She dropped her chin and shivered as she felt his hand moving over her burning skin. One foot stepped to the side as she parted her legs to the pressure of his fingers guiding her.  As he neared her wetness, she tensed, a small whimper escaping her.

He feels his growing erect shaft in his pants begin to throb in anticipation as he  pulls the zipper on his pants down and his erection jumps out.  He takes his throbbing hard shaft and touches the head to her hot wet opening and shifts his hips as the head slips into her,  He feels her  spread open her thighs more and then thrust back on his throbbing shaft taking it in deeper.

Harley Wytchwood followed Sir Quiet to the ottoman and moved as he guided her. She found her base on her knees and closed her eyes tightly, willingly presenting herself to him.  As she felt his cock thrust into her she cried out balefully, the began to sink back onto him, taking him further into her core.

Sir Quiet moves his hips toward her as his shaft slips into her  wet opening feeling her smooth nectar cover his throbbing erection as it strokes in and out of her.  He feels her tighten on my shaft ...gripping it as he thrusts in deeper as he pumps in and out,

Harley Wytchwood: As he pushed into her, she cried out again, her back arched sharply as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts.  As he rammed into her, she rocked against him, her face strained as she felt the stinging pain of her skin being stretched tightly around his cock.

"I want to feel your orgasm with my shaft my submissive and require the the sounds of your voice and body as it shudders and yields to me." he says and thrusts in faster as he drops his head back and closes his eyes focusing on the feel of her tightening opening on his throbbing shaft as it thrusts in deeper with each stroke ...  a primitive groan begins deep in his throat as he grips her hips.

She felt his pulse through his shaft inside of her and she began to whimper louder. Feeling him thicken inside of her she gripped him with muscles taht were eager to please.  "ohhh!" the high pitched call echoed off the walls as she drew near as he grips her hips tighter as he begins to feel his hot gift start to release deep in her and then growls as he releases again .... and again ... and again ...  as his body tightens and groans as his releases fill her .

He raises his head ...  shaking it side to side as he slowly opens his eyes ...  looks around the room and feels a small smile form on his lips. She dropped her head and moaned loudly as she felt his river of semen spew forth, filling her...her body tighted and she cried out loudly, throwing her head back as she did.  Her body began to shake as her own orgasm rose to the surface and erupted around his cock.

Sir Quiet leans over the submissive running his finger tips along her sides and then under her to cup her breasts again. He  releases the clamps on her now tender nipples.    His fingers drift along her body as he puts the clamps back into his pocket for another time.

"AHH!" she cried out, shocked by the pain that flowed through her nipples as the clamps were released.  Shuddering, she dropped her head downward, bracing herself from falling by placing her hands to the edge of the ottoman as she tried to catch her breath as he drops back as his body begins to relax shifting his hips feeling his shaft slip back into his pants,   He pulls up the zipper and  slowly stands

"You may stand now my submissive and turn to look at me."

She whimpered as she felt his presence move from her, dropping her forehead down to the ottoman between her hands.  She blinked several times, then swallowed hard, pushing up to stand at his command

"I beg forgiveness, I'm unable to stand, Sir," she whispered. She  turned to face Sir Quiet, but kept her eyes respectfully low.

"That too a long time girl," Sir Quiet says and thinks about the submissive who just satisfied him and the Dominants she will be serving,  He  turns to pass the leash to Taylor.

"Yes Sir, it did.  I apologizem" she said.

Maitre Taylor points to Opie, "Give the girl to opie to use Quiet."

"The submissive has served me and satisfied me completely ...  I find her ready to serve the Dominants of VdO," confirms Sir Quiet.

"Well done," said Maitre Taylor.

Sir Opie Hears His name and stands nodding to Taylor.

Harley Wytchwood felt her heart almost stop and her breath hitched in her chest, but she kept her eyes glued to the floor, sensing, rather than seeing the men moving about.

Sir Opie moves towards her, looking at Quiet, well done Brother well done

"She is yours Brother," said Sir Quiet.

Sir Opie gives a sly smile curling on His lips as He nods looking over to her, thank you Sir.

Harley Wytchwood felt the familiar rush of color drench her body once more as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

Sir Quiet adjusts his glasses and looks around for his seat ... walks to it and sits down  taking a deep breathe.

Sir Opie looks at the girl, then at those around the room, the Maitres, Maitress, Masters, Sirs, and girls, then back to her as He takes her leash, commanding her in a quiet calm voice, turn and face the room so they can see the cum running down your legs

Harley Wytchwood looked up, shocked, the redness deepening on her cheeks, her face now flaming hot.  "yes Sir Opie" came the hoarse whisper as she turned to face the room. She was keenly aware of a glob of semen slowly snaking its way down her inner thigh.

He admires the fresh marks on her ass and legs turning to look at Taylor, well done Brother, then reaches, his hand into her golden locks and pushes her back towards the ottoman leaning and commanding in her ear, you are quite not done with your initation yet girl

Harley Wytchwood felt his hand grab a thick lock of her hair and arched her back at the touch, an almost inaudible moan escaping her lips.  She tried to nod, but could not, with his tight grip in her hair.  "Yes Sir" her voice shook as she spoke, and she stumbled backwards as she felt herself pushed back to the ottoman.  Her heat was racing and her knees felt as if they were made of water.

His voice in her ear,this is your last oppportunity harley, do you desire to serve the DOminants of Roissy unrestricted and serve Our desires and pleasures?

Harley Wytchwood scrambled to her knees and bit her lower lip as she listened, his husky voice in her ear causing a deep shiver to travel up her spoine.  "I do desire it, Sir Opie - to serve unrelentingly - the Dominants of Roissy"  her voice was thick with emotion.

Hereaches and unzips His slacks pulling His hard cock out looking at her lifting her face her lips and slaps each cheek with it then drags it over her lips as she flinched only slightly as his cock slapped against her face, twice.  Her breath hitched in her chest and she glanced up pleadingly.

With his hand gripping her hair open your mouth, and suck My cock,show everyone how you will serve in yourpath, get it nice and wet, gripping her hair and forcing it inot her mouth to the back of her throat with a low groan

Harley Wytchwood let her tongue poke between her lips as the head of his cock passed over her mouth, tasting the clear drop of precum that bubbled out of the slit of his cock. She parted her lips obediently and felt the head of his cock pass over her tongue.  She pressed her lps around it, eyes going wide as he shoved himself into her throat, causign her eyes to water and a choking gag to rise from her.

His hand guiding her mouth, her head controlling her movements as He takes her mouth looking down watching her feel and stretch around Him

She relaxed as much as she could - inhaled deeply and braced herself by placing her hands on his arms, as he pulled her forward to take him further.  She could feel her throat closing around his shaft, the slick precum coating her throat with his movements.

His cock nice and wet from her drool as He pulls it from her mouth, moving behind her pushing into her cum filled cunt withdrawing it then pressing the tip against her puckered spincter making her cry out with a stunned "ohh!!" as he flipped around her, stabbed her wet and swollen cunt, then pressed against her tightest hole.  She began to feel lightheaded at the thought and her breath began to come in short quick puffs of air.

He pushes past her tight pucker filling her stretching her around Him His hips meeting her ass cheeks, His hand wrapped in her hair as He forces her against HIm beginning to fuck her ass, opening it for His Brothers

She closed her eyes tight and cried out as she felt him pushe past her clenched muscles.  He slid in to fill her anus and seated himself to the pelvic bone while she whimpered helplessly in her struggle to accept him.

Impaling her tight ass again and again feeling her tighten around Him, her whimpers echo through the room His eyes watching her open up to receive Him, the tension building deep within HIm the need, the hunger

Harley Wytchwood's body shivered and shuddered on his cock, then she started to rock the tiniest bit.  Her rhythm increased steadily until she was moving in sync with his vigorous thrusts.  She suddenly found herself enjoying the ultimate feeling of fullness and she heaved her body backward to take him harder and deeper.  The sound of skin slapping upon bare skin filled her ears, along with her moans of surprised pleasure.

Sir Opie begins to pulse and tremble as the waves begin to explode bucking inside her ass filling her marking her with His ot seed as He cumsdeep inside her bowels growling yessssss
Door: Oberon Ultsch Is at the door.  His lps to her ear you may cum girl.

Harley Wytchwood felt his cock thicken, then begin to pulse inside of her, the stimulation of his hot cum filling her too much to take. She shrieked with her own orgasm, instinctively thrusting her breasts out and her back into a severe arch.

His heart racing as he feels her explosion aroundHim, His cock softening as she milks everydrop from him, slipping it from her ass, wiping it on the fresh marks of her cheeks before tucking it into His slacks, He stands, taking her by the leash and pulls her from the ottoman to stand before Maitre Taylor

Harley Wytchwood's own pumps of muscle milked his cock dry and she whimpered in protest as he pulled from her.  Feeling the tug of her leash, she stood quickly and obediently

"Taylor, I present to you Demoissel harley, I recommend she be accepted to serve the Dominants of Roissy," said Sir Opie as he  turns and takes His seat.

Harley Wytchwood dropped her chin and felt a sense of relief wash over her as she heard the words of approval.

Maitre Taylor holds out his hand for the leash, "Well done Opie, thank you." He turns and pulls her near Rene, "On your knees girl and face Rene." Harley Wytchwood knelt gracefully and promptly before Maitre Rene, keeping her eyes respectfully low.

"Rene our Dominants deem her fit to be one of ours, as do I ," he said to Maitre Rene.

"Thanks Taylor my friend," said Maitre René as he looks down at Demoiselle Harley kneeling at his feet.  He smiles at her as he rises. 

Harley Wytchwood resisted the urge to fidget as he stood, and she listened intently.

René gently runs his fingers over her soft hair.  Looking up at the Doms sitting to his left.

Harley Wytchwood smiled at the touch

"Thank you Gentleman for your support,  for standing up and participating  in this important ceremony. You help make our community a better one by taking care of our submissives. That also tells me you are strong and good Dominants."

Maitre Taylor nods in agreement.

Sir Opie nods to Rene, "it is an honor to be asked."

René looks back down at the submissive and  smiles at her,  looking into her glazed eyes;  eyes reflecting the pleasure and pain she's just experienced.

Harley Wytchwood smiled softly

He runs  a finger down her cheek to her neck where he lays it over a pulsing vein...  slow...  and  listens to her heavy breathing as it begins to quiet  as the pulsing begins to calm.

"Did you find the initiation exhilarating Harley ?" he asked.

Harley Wytchwood nodded her head earnestly, "Yes, Maitre Rene - very much so"

René  smiles. "Wonderful."  Then he looks around the room, smiling gratefully. " Thank you all for coming today to witness this Demoiselle Initiation.  Famille supports the  important rites of passages of each member.  You continually prove that you are, indeed, famille.


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René looks back down at the submissive. " Demoiselle Harley, by gifting your submission this day,  you  are now owned by Roissy Val d'Oise Chateau and Samois  and are  from this moment forward in sexual service to all the Dominants of our Chateau.  Whenever they wish to summon you, it is now your duty to serve.  Serve with passion and show your true submission ... always.

"I will Maitre Rene."

"Thanks."

Harley Wytchwood shifts slightly as her nervousness floods out in relief.  "Thank you Maitre Rene - I am grateful"

His eyes focus on her warm mouth flushed deep red. " Harley,  I congratulate you on your path and your dedication getting to this milestone.  You have shown your dedication by the swift completion of your journey as Debutante. "

"Thank you ever so much Maitre Rene."

"This rite of passage is like the spring... a transition... a change  and like spring, you move forward into a new cycle of growth,  one that can teach you to lean into the future with a sense of optimism for more change."  He smiles as he looks into her eyes. "  If we know change is going to occur we are in a better place to accept it.  Look to this next phase of your submissive journey with warmth and the freedom that comes through being true to your core.

"Walk your path wholeheartedly with the knowing it to will transition into another one  and soon you will arrive a your next milestone with us.  But for now,  relish in this new achievement and the fresh breath of Spring,   the tenacity of life and the encouragement to persist in your service to us.

"My wish is that you will be dutiful and faithful to Roissy Val d'Oise, Demoiselle."

"I will, Maitre Rene!"

"Show your commitment as one who respects our tradition and obeys our rules.  Recognize your place is here at Roissy Val d'Oise,  not only in submissive service  or helping with activities,   but also in sharing your own unique skills and ideas in ways that will reinforce our community. Find your community role with us;  it is up to you to make your life amongst us as you wish it to be.

"I say this to each girl that kneels here before me." René looks up and glances around the room. " I hope that you will actually do just that Harley.... surprise me!   I and we need surprises to make us feel good here." He smiles warmly.

"I will! Maitre Rene." she grins.

"Congratulations Demoiselle Harley," he says. "I look forward to seeing you at your Sister Graduation,  so be a good girl and prove to us you are worthy to one day wear that title amongst us."

"Thank you Maitre Rene," she exclaims.

Maitre René nods to Maitre Taylor as he  steps back and settles down in his chair. The satisfaction he feels shows on his face.

The chateau erupts with "congratulations." and thus ends another Roissy Val d'Oise Demoiselle Initiation!

Juliette SurrealDreaming

Roissy Journaliste

 





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