Lark Demoiselle Initiation

Lark Demoiselle Initiation

February 18, 2017

You are about to enter the Roissy Val d'Oise Chateau for a very solemn occasion. Before you enter you must be in the Roissy Val d' Oise group. If you are not a member I can offer membership. Our Debutante  will be initiated into the Demoiselle phase of her training. We ask that you please do not speak in local chat and do not message any of the participants. Please treat this event with every courtesy and the highest of protocol, so sayeth the Doorkeeper.

Enter through the doors, go up the spiral stairs and arrive in the Chateau Library. Find a cushion to kneel on, if a submissive, or a chair or sofa to sit upon if a Dominant or guest.

All eyes focus toward the fireplace, the three Dominants sitting at the front. Several submissives kneeling on cushions.  Eyes scan the room, taking in the impliments arranged here and there, the formally attired guests... ladies in gowns, men in tuxes.

As everyone settles, a submissive is sent off to fetch the Debutant Lark and bring her forth. Once brought forth, she kneels before the Dominant who is clearly the MC for the event. He greets the girl, challenges her, ascertaining that she comes at her own volution, that she is consensual in her willingness to surrender and undergo the initiation.

The Debutant is then stripped, collared, blindfolded and leashed.

Maitre Thomas, the MC, has the girl kiss his crop and then swats her bottom multiple times until he elicites her soft cries. Lark is her name and she has walked the path of debutant, now ready to enter into servitue as a Demoiselle to all the Roissy Val d'Oise Chateau Dominants.

Once Maitre Thomas is satisfied with Debutant Lark's discipline, he lands her leash over to the first Dominant who will enjoy her service.

"Lark, I have two Masters that will bring you forward .into our family as a Demoisselle. RB and Maverick.  RB will be your protector," Maitre Thomas whispers in her ear and with that he steps back, settling again into his chair.

All eyes follow the tall, Dominant with his long-blond hair.

 "...to serve all the Dominants of the Chateau"  That's a tall order.  Some days taller than othes," he says as she  feels the leash tugged slightly to her right and hearing him speak looks through the darkness in His direction.

"But just like us Doms learn so much from all of the subs here, you can learn so much from all us us...  stand for me, girl."

Lark pushes up with her hands a little unstable and slides off the cushion to stand on the carpeted floor, he head looking around a little trying to anticipate His next command.

"A couple of weeks ago, we got to hear this song bird sing at Sahrin's party.  Now we get to see what happens when this litle bird spreads her wings," he says as he approaches and looks over the girl.  He sees the pink marks on her skin from Thomas' treatments.  He reaches and smooths his hand over the skin, feeling the heat from each mark and  touches the girl, running his hand down the her back, down her slim and shapely ass, squeezing.

Lark drops her lower lip and sucks in her breath feeling His hand move along her skin, softness colliding with the tenderness.  Then as he squeezes, she stifles a giggle.

His hand move below her ass, to her thigh, and in between, exploring and finding her innermost flower, grazing his fingers along the outer petals, his fingers go deeper, penetrating, finding the warmth and wetness within.

She sighs softly feeling herself touched in such an intimate manner, her body immediately reacting sending warm waves through her radiating through her skin.

He finds her inmost velvet tunnel.  He smiles.  His he pushes his finger, pressuring it inside,  removes his hand, and looks. " Wet, yes, but not wet enough," he says. " Lark, please take the ottoman."

Lark turns and takes a few ginger steps till she feels the ottoman by her feet, turning, she sits as he moves behind her and finds a botle of Astroglide in his jacket, ans applies to her ass and rosebud. He slowly pushes hs cock to the entrance, and feels the resistance.

She tenses just a little feeling the liquid applied and then Him pushing into her.  She closes her eyes and breathes trying to relax.

Sir Maverick pushes slowly by firmly, pushing his member into her from behind.  SLowly, carefully, but fully letting his cock into her.

She whimpers ever so softly at the exquisite fullness, something so completely new, different, a little frightening and yet so exotic. He pauses breifly, as in a formata, feeling the heat and the tightness.  Then he pulls back and pushes again, as in the downbeat of this new song and then increases the tempo, the crescendo beginning to rise, the pulse of each thrust in time.

Lark grips the cushion hard in her fingers and just breathes as her body is bombarded with so many new sensations.  She begins to search for his rhythem and moves back against him with her hips. He steps up the rhythm once more, and increases the force.  this new song for the girl builds to it's climax as his ponytail falls across his shoulder.  A bead of sweat appears on his brow.

Lark lowers her head and her hands relax against the soft velvet as she uses her leverage to push back against him, her breathing increased as she moans softly with their movement.

He cries out, and shoves his hips forward as his climax ripples across his body,  slows, and pauses.  Catching his breath,  slowly pulls back, his cock emerging from the warm depth.

Feeling his climax ripple through her, she grins knowing that she had indeed pleased him.  Turning her head to the side, she whispers ever so softly, "Thank you, Sir."

Sir Maverick stands, and wipes himself with a bandanna from his jacket, saying   breathlessly, "stand for us, girl. See what happens when you fly? RB, this one deserves out best, just as she's giving us."

Sir RB stands, a smile spreading over his face and he approaches Maverick and the lovely girl,  reaches out to touch her cheek softly, then pushes the blindfold up off her eyes.

Lark blinks several times as the blindfold is removed and light comes flooding into her eyes.  She looks at Sir RB and then lowers her eyes.

He tosses the blindfold aside and reaches for her middle, curving one finger into her and smiling.  I think even Maverick would be satisfied with this level of wetness!  It seems our Lark has enjoyed her ... new experience"

She sucks in her breath and tries to keep her composure, blushing slightly as she did indeed enjoy it.

He takes her hand and leads her back to the ottoman, firmly pushing her down next to it as his eyes run over her lithe body, soft skin, then up to her face, focusing on her red lips.  He reaches for his zipper and moves it down, feeling his arousal grow just imagining those lips surrounding his shaft

Lark  watches HIm intently with every movement He makes, her eyes following Him, curious. He  crouches down and reaches for her hand.  "Use your fingers, Lark, find just the right pressure to get me hard" She watches His eyes as He guides her hand.  Her fingers tentatively touch him, never once leaving His gaze as she lets her hand work, stroking slowly, sensually, just the slightest bit of pressure.

His breathing increases along with his girth, and he murmurs "Good girl!"  He reaches for her and lifts her onto the ottoman,  and she does her best to keep that playful gaze directed on Him as He lifts her to the soft velvet again.  She can feel it slightly damp from her body before, a sheen of sweat sparkling still against her skin.

Sir RB watches her full lips sliding onto him and he groans aloud.  When she lifts her head to smile, he winks but reaches for the back of her head to push her further onto his shaft. She opens her mouth furthers taking him as much as she can into her mouth sucking gently while she reaches up with her left hand stroking Him in rhythm with her  head.

He groans come faster and louder as her expert treatment takes him higher and higher.  He pushes her head harder onto him, holding her there until her gag reflex sets in. She  holds her head there as long as she can before using her right hand to push against His thigh letting him know she needs to breathe.

Lark looks up at Him, a grin coming across her lips as her eyes watch, waiting, eager. Sir RB strokes furiously, until his head falls back and he howls as he spurts his semen all over her chest. She  smiles and revels in the glow of pleasing another Dominant of Roissy, realization of what this means begins to wash over her and she beams, looking down watching proudly as His semen runs down over her breasts to her abdomen.

His eyes caress her gratefully, his breathing beginning to normalize.  He hops down from the ottoman and stands close to her, looking over his shoulder to Thomas, as he  hands the leash to Thomas and quickly zips himself up again.

Maitre Thomas stands and takes the leash back, noting the well-used submissive all hot and sweaty but smiling at the other end, yanking the girl closer and turning to the dominants  RB and Maverick "You and her mentor sweet,  have prepared this girl well for service by the dominant Members of our community.". He tightens my grip on the leash placing her on here knees before me, "Please Kneel for me,  Lark"

Lark drops to her knees on the cushion, body well used, but grinning from ear to ear. He  touches her chin with my hand, smiling to her.

"We have taken this lovely debutante and disciplined her and opened her for use by the dominants of the Château and find her completely acceptable and recommend for her to fill the new role of demoiselle. Congratulations, Lark, you have proven yourself worthy of being called a Demoiselle of the House of Samois Val d'Oise. and take pride in the service you give the dominants of Roissy Val d'Oise. Face your loving community,  Lark"

Congratulations Demoiselle Lark!

Juliette

Roissy Journalist

*photos courtesy of Juliette

 





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