Heather's Demoiselle Initiation
WHO Heather Harcourt (heatherheinz)
WHEN Tuesday, January 5, 2021
WHERE Chateau Library
MASTER OF CEREMONIES Ash Zarco
PROTECTOR Hettange Ferryhill
2ND DOMINANT Taylor Smitty
MENTOR Sana Lisbeth
DOORKEEPERS Fikira and Bella
by Mia, Roissy Journaliste
The impressive Chateau Library quickly gets buzzing with excitement as the elegant submissives and handsome Dominants take their places ... At precisely a quarter to 11 am, Master Ash addresses the Protector. “Hettange...please can you start your role as the girls protector and bring her to the chateau.”
"It will be my pleasure, brother."
Sir Hettange heads to the Samois House, where the Debutante Heather awaits, with her Mentor Sana at the gates. The burgundy limousine is parked outside Samois, impeccably polished, and the Protector invites the Debutante to ride along in the direction of the Chateau Tower, where he finally leaves her to prepare herself for the ceremony.
The Master of Ceremonies delivers the instructions to the crowd and as the Protector walks inside the Library and informs the girl is secured in the Chateau Tower, he turns to the girl’s Mentor.
“.....As the girl's Mentor please can you bring the girl from the tower and present her to us in the library please.”
The blonde beauty promptly replies. “Yes Master Ash, it is my pleasure to do so…” and exits the room, returning only a few minutes later, bringing Heather by the hand, and pausing by the curtain. “You worked hard for today, be proud of yourself.” Sana, then faces the assembly. “Master Ash Maitres Masters and Sirs of Roissy Val d'Oise... ladies may I present you Heather here to continue on her journey…”
Demoiselle Heather sinks to her wobbly knees, her lips trembling as she tries to smile.
T H E C H A L L E N G E
Master Ash thanks Sana and directs his attention to the girl of the hour. “Heather this is an important stage of the path you have chosen so I would like you to answer me loudly and clearly when i ask these questions...do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Ash, I do understand.”
“You have come here today ... brought by your mentor to be initiated as a demoiselle ... is that your desire and wish?
A nervous Heather replies in the affirmative. “Oh yes, Master, it is something I have been working toward for a while now.”
Heather confirms she is before the Dominants and submissives of Roissy Val d’Oise of her own free will and willing to proceed, and that she understands she will be giving herself for extra training to the Dominants of Roissy Val d’Oise, within her limits and according to the understanding of Safe, Sane and Consensual.
“Master, I do want and hope to grow as a submissive here, serving the dominants to the best of my ability.”
Hearing the girl’s confirmation, the Master of Ceremonies turns around for a split moment to collect the collar, only to face Heather again. “Lift your hair please Heather.”
Heather’s hands reach up, lifting her thick blonde tresses, exposing her neck to Master Ash, who leans down and attaches the collar... locking it in place and looking back down on her. The submissive raises a hand, fingers lightly brushing along the leather of the new collar and then smiles up to Master Ash.
Evoking the novel of the Story of O, Master Ash instructs Heather to remove her diaphanous garments, who instantly blushes whilst pushing up from the cushion. The slight blush infusing color to her pale skin as she slips from her transparent gown and shoes, folding them and handing them to her Mentor, Sana who tucks them away, winking at her Mentee.
Master Ash attaches his leash to Heather’s collar and gives it a little tug, causing Heather to stumble a bit. “Heather we are to proceed now with the initiation... you are familiar with the process... as you do wear your collar with pride as you are collared to Roissy. Follow me please.”
T H E D I S C I P L I N E
He leads her to the nearby pillar and starts to fasten the leather cuffs securely to her wrists and ankles. An audible gulp is heard in the silent room, when Heather’s eyes meet the padded device she is safely restrained to.
Master Ash bends and reaches behind the sofa and retrieves his crop whose tip he runs over her naked flesh, along her buttocks and sides… over her breasts and between her legs, causing her to shiver at the sensuality of the crop’s tip.
“No doubt as further training you will receive discipline or punishment. This part is to give you a taste of what you can expect.” Master Ash speaks and delivers a short swift sting across her buttocks.
Heather pitches to the padding, shaking her buttocks to move the pain along.
Two more blows land on her skin. “Do you understand the importance of discipline Heather?”
Heather gasps through a hiss... "yes, M-m-master..."
Again, the zipping sound of the crop being swung through the air and landing on tender flesh is heard twice in the otherwise silent room. “Are you sure?”
The Demoiselle bites her lip and stutters "Y-y-yes, Master."
“I hope you will look back on this moment and realize what form your future training will take.” He delivers another two swats, to the now squirming submissive, in an attempt to allow the stinging pain to spread.
The elegant Dominant examines the Demoiselle’s skin as the welts appear and checks that the skin is not punctured and then steps back and takes his arm back fully to deliver the final stroke.
A soft muffled moan is audible as Heather presses her lips to the padding of the contraption. Master Ash proceeds to set the crop aside and slides an arm around her to support her legs... untying and removing the chains. “I will now pass you to Hettange who will start opening you for the use of Dominants here at Roissy. Come.”
T H E P R O T E C T O R
Sir Hettange rises and receives the leash the Master of Ceremonies passes to him, looking the girl over for a moment as he fixes it to his leash holder.
“Heather, are you now ready and willing, girl, to be opened orally., as is the tradition of so many initiations past at Roissy Val d'Oise?”
The girl lifts her gaze to Sir....chewing her lower lip just a bit... "Oh, yes, Sir Hettange, I am aware and willing and ready."
"Then come." He leads the girl to the table and firmly lowers her onto it, guiding her into a kneeling position.
The Protector studies the girl naked and kneeling on the table for a moment. "Girl, I'm going to loosen my trousers and pull out my cock. You will first get it hard for me and then you will take it into your mouth and do what it takes to bring me to orgasm as quickly as possible. No need to languish over or embellish the act. This is a ritual, no more, no less, one designed to demonstrate to my brother dominants present your willingness and ability to serve them as instructed. And one more thing: do not swallow my seed until instructed. Do you understand?”
Kneeling atop the table, Heather clasps her hands behind her and replies. "Yes, Sir..."
Sir Hettange reaches out and grabs her by the upper arm as his other hand grabs her firmly by the hair, guiding her to her feet with each, much more so with the hand under the arm so as to not pull her hair very hard. When she is on her feet, he releases her arm, maintaining his grip on her hair, and he does a half-turn, sitting on the table and guiding her down to her knees before him. He then releases her hair and unzips his trousers, fishing for his cock, which he pulls and presents to her. He leans forward and takes her hand. "You may now get me hard with your hand."
Kneeling between her Protector’s knees, Heather licks her hand and closes her fist softly about the shaft stroking gently and deftly as it swells for her. Her fingers glide along the sensitive vein and pad of her thumb teases at the opening of the head.
The Dominant watches the girl as she takes his cock into her hand and starts to pump it. Her manipulation is skilful, and soon his cock is engorged, his senses jumping alive. He grabs her hand to prevent her from bringing him any closer to release, and helps her to her feet, placing her back onto the table, turning at the same to face her, waving his cock slowly, inches from her face, almost teasing her with it save for the stoic look on his face. "You may now serve me orally, girl," and without waiting for a response, he pushes the back of her head toward his now-hard member and slides it unceremoniously into her mouth.
With a gulp of surprise, Heather’s soft lips close about the silky-smooth hardness, her tongue cupping and stroking his length as it thrusts toward her throat, and her lips begin their deliberate and constant rhythm up and down the length of the Protector’s manhood “That's right, girl. Take it long and deep.”
As the submissive continues worshiping her Protector’s cock, her eyes peek up at him as her cheeks billow and hollow with her efforts... “Faster, girl...". He applies a more urgent pressure on the back of the girl's head as he continues to fuck her mouth, meeting her rhythm. He groans and throws his head back as new waves of pleasure surge through him, bringing him closer to the inevitable explosion. "Yess! Just like that!"
Pounding girl's gaping mouth without mercy, Sir Hettange’s pace quickens to a crest, where he exhales a long, guttural groan, his gorged cock exploding, spewing waves of his plentiful seed inside her tight mouth, her lips forming a seal, compressed about his pulsating shaft. As he holds down her head, words mixed with moans escape his lips. "Yes, take my cum.. And don't spill a drop."
Demoiselle Heather glances up at him, her eyes shine with unshed tears as his seed is blended and frothed in her tightly closed mouth. His body collapses, spent, resting for a few moments before rising and carefully placing his still semi-hard penis back into his trousers. Ash he helps her to her feet, she remains with closed lips, holding his seed inside her mouth. He grips her chin in one hand as he uses his other forefinger to scoop up a drop of his cum escaping from the corner of her mouth, offering it to her by smearing it gently across her well-used lips. “You may now swallow, Heather.”
As she swallows, the Protector grips her cheek with his hand, not unkindly, and tilts her head up, looking her . "You have done well, Heather. I am pleased. I hope that you have come through this experience unscathed and more experienced and are now ready to continue to your last two openings to complete your Demoiselle initiation."
Heather touches a finger to her swollen lips.. "Yes, Sir, I am ready, and I do believe I am unscathed."
The Protector then looks over to Maitre Taylor, detaching the girl's leash and holding it out to him. "Brother Taylor, I give you the Demoiselle Heather. I have successfully opened her orally and marked her with my seed and now leave her under your hand to perform her other two openings."
T H E 2 N D D O M I N A N T
Maitre Taylor nods to Sir Hettange and takes the leash fastening it to his bracelet, and as Heather dares to voice a husky hello, he points to the padded table and instructs her, "On your knees girl."
The submissive obeys and climbs back upon the table, kneeling at the Maitre's instruction. He moves around her, circling the table, and finally stands in front of the girl looking down at her, with steely eyes. "We've been watching you, So far you have served the community, and well I might add, but, now you move forward, forward to something I can only assume you wanted."
He rattles the metal leash, swishing it over her nipples, watching it catch on the perky nubs as it passes. "Now you enter the realm of the Chateau, our Chateau, it belongs to the Dominants, Just like you. There are no boyfriends here, Only Dominants " he says with a snarl while unzipping his trousers, letting his already hard cock swing free, then continues to speak in very blunt terms, "Dominants that will train you, punish you and fuck you.......hard .....all of your holes....for our pleasure.................Is any of this unclear?"
Heather promptly replies. “No, none of that is the least bit unclear, Maitre Taylor."
He offers no more words, bends, grabs one ankle and jerks her over to him, pulls her to the floor, spins her around, bends her forward and kicks her legs apart.
He reaches underneath using his fingers to spread her pussy lips open and presses the head against her hole, slowly pushing, hunching his hips until the head pops inside her. The Demoiselle braces her hands upon the table, her back swayed and bottom lifted, his cock pressing into her already wet depths. She meets his thrusts, her walls contracting and squeezing about his girth... her hips circle a little as she looks at Maitre from over her shoulder.
The determined Dominant continues to work his cock inside her, until she has taken every inch. Now wrapping his arm under, he lifts her and throws her on the top of the padding like a rag doll. Pinning her underneath him, when she is in position he releases his hands and says, "Show these Dominants how you can fuck," He slaps her ass, "arch that back girl."
She whimpers at the change of position and sensation, riding him hard then slowly with the swirl of her hips. Her breasts sway lightly beneath her as her arched back lifts her bottom higher, her labia puffy and swollen as they cling to his plunging length.
As the vaginal opening continues, Maitre Taylor uses one hand to pull her ass cheek open, diddling her ass hole with his thumb, causing her breath to come in a sharp hiss as his thumb probes her tighter opening, still wriggling back, letting his thumb tease her bottom more fully.
The Dominant adds another hand to her ass cheeks, spreading her open wide as he leans forward, and spits, the large drop landing on her asshole. He uses his thumb to spread the spit around her rim as she rocks back, fucking his cock on an increasing pace.
Heather’s silken blond hair is grabbed by Maitre Taylor, his hand clutching it tightly intertwined between his fingers, and he pulls his wet cock from inside her tight pink pussy and shoves it in her ass, working it in deeper, in short strokes, after pushing the head in carefully.
The submissive’s head drops to the table as she growls “Ahhhhhh … owww ... “ her ringed muscle spasming as it closes about the thick cock, working its way inside her tight ass, breathing slowly as the pain disperses enough to become pleasure, her hips raised and legs spread to accept him more fully.
Maitre Taylor pins her shoulders down, driving hard in her ass as his body begins to tingle, nostrils flaring, breathing hard, sweat drips from his chin onto her spine between her shoulder blades. Heather’s moans fill the room as she turns to look at the Dominant, who kicks one of her legs to the side, now fucking her, using her hard, grabbing her chin just above her throat and turning her face to his. "You look me in the eyes while you take my cum."
She gasps as she flattens to the table, her head held tightly, blue green eyes look into the Maitre's as his cock pounds viciously inside her bum. He leans in at takes her bottom lip between his teeth and pulls it, biting it. His eyes locked on her tearing eyes as if he were looking through her. His cock begins to flex, head flaring and unloads inside her ass, "uh, uh, fkkkk, take it girl."
The Demoiselle moans as his cock explodes inside her, triggering an orgasm of her own leaving her quivering helplessly beneath him, whimpering, as she begins to slow his pace until he stops and carefully pulls his cock from her ass. While still on top of her he lowers his mouth to her ear and whispers something no one else can hear, and then pushes up off of her and stands, puts his cock away and gently helps her to her feet.
Maitre Taylor moves the smiling Demoiselle to Master Ash, still breathing deep as he hands him the leash and without further words moves to his seat.
“Thank you Sana for your preparation of this girl and Hettange and Taylor for opening her for use.”
T H E T I T L E
The Master of Ceremonies watches the Demoiselle as she dabs her forehead with the back of her hand and blows a few stray wisps of hair away, glances from him to Sir Hettange and finally to Maitre Taylor, sending each a smile.
"Congratulations, Heather you have proven yourself worthy of being called a Demoiselle of Roissy Val d'Oise.. Wear your collar proudly and take pride in the service you give the Dominants of Roissy Val d'Oise."
The Chateau Library explodes in well-deserved congratulations from the Roissy Family.
T H E F I N A L E
Master Ash waits for the congratulations to subside, and addresses the girl’s Protector. “Please can you now provide for her aftercare.” Sir Hettange rises for the third time to perform his duty and escort Heather to the Aftercare room next door.
The Master of Ceremonies then thanks the assembly that shows their support to the new Demoiselle and reminds them that it is that support that keeps the community strong.
After being prompted to, the Adjointe of Samois makes the announcements and thanks the doorkeepers, Demoiselle Fikira and Debutante Bella, for taking an important part for securing the chateau for the ceremony.
Master Ash dismisses the submissives and the crowd exits the Chateau, into the piercing cold of the snowy covered gardens of the Chateau of Roissy Val D’Oise.
