Mélisande Demoiselle Initiation
July 2, 2016
INTRODUCING MELISANDE
Juliette: In your mind, in your heart, in your body.... what does submission mean to you?
Melisande: To set aside the chaos of my inner and outer worlds and focus on One, the One I am serving, be it a quiet chat at his feet or to surrender to his use to learn and to grow stronger in my submission.
Juliette: How to you envision your life as a Demoiselle at Roissy?
Melisande: A time of more intense, and probably more confusing, learning and experiences. Being able to get to know myself and others here on a much more personal level as I show a far more personal side of myself, learning to be more vulnerable without being encumbered by the usual fear of vulnerability. And finding a place for myself in the community.
Juliette: What quality (qualities) do you admire most in a Dominant....(your dream Dom)?
Melisande: My dream Dom would be someone of intelligence, confidence, patience possessing an equal taste for the slut and the refined courtesan with the skill to command both aspects for development and his enjoyment.
Juliette: Last.... do you have a favorite quote that you feel sums up YOU or your submission?
Melisande: “When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” -Lao Tzu
A Demoiselle initiation ceremony is at hand.
Please join us as she is brought forth to serve the Dominants of Roissy Val d'Oise.
* Members only event
* Formal attire required
* Please be respectful and do not initiate a scene during this time
When Saturday, July 2, 2016
Time 9:30 AM
Where Chateau Library
Propriétaire et Maître De Roissy Val d'Oise René
VdO Superviseur: Maitre Jonathon Carbenell
Demoiselle Initiation
Maitre Jonathon Carbenell coughs to clear his voice and glances to everyone around taking in a breath. He looks out over the gathering of family and friends "Please find a seat or cushion before we begin in a few minutes. Once the initiation begins, we need all local chat to end except for those participating in the initiation itself. ..." and thus the ceremony begins. Maitre Jonathon gives the rest of the opening announcements before inviting Melisande's Mentoring Sister to go fetch and bring her forth from the tower, where she waits in the last remaining minutes of her role as Debutante.
Sister Sadie obediantly retrieves the painfully shy debutante, bringing her into the Chateau Library, and presenting her.
THE CHALLENGE
Jonathon Carbenell nods affirmatively, taking the soft leather collar and reaches down slipping it around her neck, fastening it behind her neck with a smile and prideful look in his eyes "It is with great pleasure that I collar you to the House of Samois, Melisande. I know that you will wear it with pride and honor. " he said with a nod of his chin "Now I ask you to stand up in front of me. "
Mélisande pushes upward and stands before Him, her body trembling in little ripples of nervousness and eagerness as he slips his hands behind her reaching up to the clasps of her bra, unclipping and pulling either side forward revealing his breasts to those who have gathered. He then sets it to his pocket and turns to glance towards you. He reaches and slips his finger into the waistband of your panties and begins to tug them down with the garters, un-attaching it from your stockings and lets it fall down to the ground. He then eases both of your stockings down and crouches to lift up both feet to remove them, gathering what was of your garments now on the floor and stands placing them in his coat pocket for now.
She blushes, the deep pink rising from her breasts, covering her chest, neck and cheeks, standing naked under the gaze of so many eyes, afraid to even breath as he reaches to his other pocket fetching the leash, a relatively lightweight short length but certainly symbolic leash of her submission and willingness to serve. He reaches to lift up her chin with his fingers of his other hand clipping the leash firmly to her new leather collar with a very soft **CLICK** tugging lightly on the leash to ensure it is secure.
Mélisande tips her head backward, His finger guiding it upward with steady pressure, the soft 'click' of the clasp onto the small ring turning her insides to a roil, the tug drawing a nearly silent whimper from her, it speaks to her, somewhere deep down inside her.
THE PUNISHER
Jonathon Carbenell turns on his foot stepping towards the side. He crouches down to fetch the cane which he had left resting at the base of the raised pillow. He reached down to pat it with his left hand and spoke "Come over to the raised platform and get down on your hands and knees for me Melisande. " he said with a firm tone of his voice. He jerked the leash a few times to tug her towards him and waited, keeping his eyes fixed on the girl.
Mélisande gasps and cringes at the sight of His cane, the trembling of her body more pronounced as she walks the few steps on wobbly knees, and crawls onto the cushion
Maitre Jonathon Carbenell steps around to come up behind her, grasping the cane in my right hand. I draw my right hand outwards to slowly bring the cane forward to brush up against her ass, straight across. I then slowly drew my arm back, turning my head to face the girl "I will be giving you 10 strikes of the cane as your first Discipline here in the chateau. I want you to remember and every one of these strikes Melisande.." he says with a firm tone. He then takes in a deep breath, swinging the cane forward and strikes it firmly across her ass, echoing out the first of the ten strikes "one... " with the heavy deep tone of his voice.
She cries out in agony, her body diving forward as the fire turns her sight to a white fog. She struggles to push herself back into position as tears stream from her eyes
He focuses his gaze directly down upon the girl, glancing to where the first strike had landed. He then took in a deep breath and lifted his arm back once more. He paused for a moment, letting everything float away before he swings forward once more, listening to the swoosh of the cane as it sails past him and strikes once more straight across the girl's ass "two.. " he echoed outwards, landing the second of the ten strikes. He pauses for a moment lifting his arm back up once more and then not once but twice more swung the cane forward to strike straight across her bare ass, his words to follow "three four.. ", his voice the same heavy deep tone which He chose to use.
Mélisande slams her forehead to the cushion, turning it and biting down onto the palm of her hand, her mouth tasting the salt of the perspiration and tears, biting hard in her attempt to manage the fire on her ass, her body shaking violently, she struggles to push her ass up and submit to His punishment
He pauses for a moment to watch her reaction to the strikes which had landed. He takes in another deep breath and lets it out, his face completely void of expression, simply hyper focused on the task at hand. He grips the cane once more to lift it upwards, holding out and then swiftly brings it down, once... twice.. three.. times landing three more firm strikes with the cane, each echoed with his voice "five... six... seven.. " he called out then paused quietly allowing you to contend with the pain "three more to go Melisande. You will take each and every last one.. "
She sobs, her heaving breaths muffled as she continues to bite her left hand, her mind grasping at the word "three" and she wills herself back into position, pushing her ass up even as her mind screams "fleeeeeeee"
He grasps tightly the cane and waits, your ass lifted upwards once more was what he was waiting for. He then held the cane up stretched away from him and pointed behind. He nodded his chin once and then delivered the next blow "eight.. " he echoed out only to pause for a moment watching your very reaction to the blow. He then swung his arm up for the last time and snapped it forward with a quick twist of his wrist "nine... ten.. " he echoed down to you counting the last of the two strikes. He had finished and lowered his arm down to his right side to acknowledge it.
She screams into the flesh of the palm of her hand, spittle coating it now, her ass on fire like nothing she's ever experienced before, blind from the tears she is unable to move for fear of collasping in relief of the cane's ceasing.
Maitre Jonathon Carbenell crouched down and slowly drew his right hand up under your chin to lift your head up so you looked to him "it is over... now just focus on your breathing for a moment... to settle.. " he said reaching into his pocket to fetch a small white cloth and used it to dab her eyes to remove the tears from them "tell me when you are ready to continue to the next part Melisande.." he said with a more softer tone of his voice
Mélisande spits out through gritted teeth, "ready.... now ... Maitre"
THE FIRST OPENER
Jonathon Carbenell reaches down to help you up from the pillow to rise to your feet, taking you by the arm to bring you across to stand before Lady Ayita and nods his chin "Madame Ayita, I present Melisande to you for your inspection." He says with a nod and then stands back out of the way.
Miss Ayita's gaze had not left the pair since they began their display and so it lifted towards him. With a curve of painted lips she inclines her head in acknowledgment. "Thank you," the domme almost purrs, eyes now settling upon the figure before her. "Good morning Melisande," the brunette sings softly as though they were at a tea party instead of the current event. Takes the leash from Jonathon and attaches it swiftly to the ring upon left hand.
Maitre Jonathon Carbenell smiles once the leash is taken and steps back and turns to return to his seat, settling down and relaxes back, closing his eyes for just a moment
Mélisande stumbles over to the Miss Ayita, the trembling smile jerking over her lips in greeting, the calm and confident voice soothing her
Miss Ayita watches with pleasure at the tentative smile she receives in turn and reaches out with delicate fingers to brush pale shoulder. "Come along my dear ..." rises to her feet and gently tugs the clinking chains. Walks in a slow circle around the room, making sure that all could see what a delight they were here to witness.
Mélisande whispers 'Yes, Miss," turning to follow
Miss Ayita takes her time before pausing by the ottoman. With a graceful kick of heeled foot, she spins the item around and with minimal effort positions the willing girl upon her knees. Steps back to allow all who wish to gaze upon her bared flesh as fingers reach into her pocket and pull out a length of azure rope, as Mélisande climbs back onto the cushion, feeling the damp from her mouth and tears, she concentrates all her attention on Miss Ayita as the blue rope is brought out.
The Domme circles her dewy-eyed prey with a wicked grin upon ruby lips, snapping the cord tightly in a deliberate attempt to rattle the girl. Hooks it behind her neck, the bright material forming a playful noose of sorts about delicate throat before the domme begins her work. With practiced ease, nimble fingers glide and tease creamy flesh with the adornment, creating several single column ties secured tightly but with enough room for minimal movement. Over one shoulder and then the other, fastened with overhands knots tested by the woman her self to ensure they would not slip and risk slowing circulation.
Mélisande sighs softly, the snug rope oddly comforting as the room once again disappears, the sensations of the Lady's fingers brushing against perspiration chilled flesh like a Maestra's hands plucking at strings to call forth their tones
Miss Ayita coos softly to the girl as nails trail up and down her belly, allowing her that moment of peace. Presses a small kiss to the nape collared neck before locking a single fist tightly about the back of the harness, using it to bend the slender figure to her will. Smirks as she sees rounded breasts spilling from between the tight confines and gives each pert nipple a resounding smack.
Mélisande moans, her body swaying as the harness is pulled taut, her breathing constricted by the now tightened rope encircling her chest, her breasts bouncing as her heart pounds behind them
Miss Ayita hears the noticeable shift in breathing and knows that she was nearly ready. Bends sensuously toward the base of the ottoman and places the end of the leash beneath. Fingers curl about the handle of her favorite flogger, slipping onto the cushion and steading herself. With the tight cord as her ally, the brunette roughly jerks the blond until she is sitting atop her ... leather handle pressed snugly against her mound. "If I stroke down here Melisande, what is it that I will find hmmm?"
Mélisande murmurs, her throat tight and dry with nervous arousal, she whispers, "a cunt for Your use and pleasure Lady" her eyes flick upward, looking at the eyes looking back at her.
Miss Ayita's sapphires sparkle with pleasure upon earing those words, so eagerly given without the barest hint of coercion. Gazes clash as she teases your swollen clit with the handle, occasional slipping just the smallest amount in between pouted lips. Quirks a perfectly tended brow, "That is right .. and if you want that pretty pussy of yours filled then what should you do hmmm?"
Mélisande squirms as she desperately searches for the right answer, her hips pushing upwards slightly as a little moan slips over her parted lips, her tentative answer, nearly a question in her uncertainty, "beg for it, Lady?"
Miss Ayita bites down on lower lip in apparent amusement at the response. "That would be a good guess my dear, but I did not hear a beg did anyone else?" Turns and glances at their audience in rhetorical question, a reminder to the blond that it was not just her witnessing this moment.. "Beg!"
Sir Mike shakes my head, "I don't believe so Ayita."
Mélisande whimpers and squirms, "Please Lady, if it pleases You, please fill my pussy, dripping with need, pleaseeeee" the whimpered whine of her voice trailing off at the last as she squirms on the cushion
Miss Ayita pierces the begging girl with my gaze, roughly thrusting the flogger deep within your dripping cunt. Holds it there for a moment, allowing a small kindness whilst you adjust to the unyielding object. Nails rake around the side of your curves to tangle in the front of the harness. Uses the leverage of tight ropes to move your hips up and now, your own body almost responsible for the opening instead of her.
She groans, hips pushing upward, the leather braid of the handle scrubbing along sensitive and aroused flesh, a different ache focuses her mind once again on the sensations she is experiencing. Eyes roll back in her head as her head rolls back on her neck, her unfocused vision on the chandelier over them. the babbled whimper of lust burning her ears as she once again blushes deeply
The Domme ontinues driving the writhing girl higher with every thrust, her own features showing the pleasure she feels in watching the helpless surrender. Without warning the domme withdraws the handle, tossing it aside and scoops the fragile figure into her arms. Holding the trembling blond close, she almost regretfully heads towards Mike. Bends down to whisper a few words into Melisande's ear before gently placing her in his lap ... knowing exactly how aroused and completely unfulfilled she would be.
Mélisande gasps out, her body attempting to follow the handle as it is pulled away and scrambles to follow as she is directed.
THE SECOND OPENER
Sir Mike face changes from a smile to a more stern look, "On your knees Melisande" I say in hushed serious tones, as I stand from my chair.
Miss Ayita settles back into her chair, once more a spectator as she watches the remainder unfold.
Sir Mike reaches down and clips my leash on to the girl's collar, my fingers running carelessly against her peach-tinged skin. "Role and place girl, you will not stand until told to" taking a step towards the cushion I tug on the leash to beckon her towards me.
Mélisande crawls after him, the thin carpet no cushion to her knees as she scoots along as fast as she can to keep up
He grabs Melisande by the harness so beautifully tied on by Ayita, lifting up on Melisande's lithe frame pulling her up to the cushion, "On your hands and knees girl."
She struggles up, following the His tugging, she once again gets on her hands and knees
He walks around the girl, my fingers continuing to traipse over her skin, sliding around to the front, I kneel down in front of her, shoving my fingers roughly against her lips, "Let's see how well those lips work for the House of Samois"
She opens against the rough invasion of his fingers, the taste of Him filling her mouth as he works my fingers in and out of her full pale lips, pushing them a bit deeper with each thrust into her mouth, "Make sure those fingers get nice and wet Melisande."
Mélisande swirls her tongue over his digits as she gently sucks at them, gagging and retching when he roughly thrusts them deeper and deeper, struggling not to throw up she feels the stinging of bile at the back of her throat, her teary eyes turn up to His as her mouth continues to suck
Sir Mike pulls my fingers out of her mouth, standing back up, I pull my fingernails along the length of her torso, slowly working my way down to her ass, looking at the angry read marks left from Maitre Jonathon's cane, I rake my nails along the marks, "A lovely way to remember to remember the house you belong to, and which house is that Melisande?"
She moans as the angry welts are awakened once again, her body sags a bit in resignation "yes Sir"
Sir Mike raises my wetted fingers up and brings them down hard against Melisande's bare lips, "I asked which house do you belong to Melisande?"
Mélisande nearly falls over as she is taken by surprise and sputters out "then house of Samois Sir"
Sir Mike Meyers lets a bemused smirk cross my lips as I raise my hand once again, bringing them down forcefully against her pussy once again, "Very good, and to which House does that cunt belong to?"
"house of Samois Sir"
Sir Mike raises my hand up once again, bringing it down and stopping just short, "Very good, and that ass, which house does that belong to?"
Mélisande ansers yes again "house of Samois Sir"
He reaches down, shoving my fingers into her pussy, reaching forward with my other hand and grabbing on to Melisande's rope harness, I pull her back on to my fingers.
She grunts as the agony stabs deep into her belly, her spine rolls upward, her body curling in on itself as she slams her forehead against the cushion
Sir Mike drives my fingers in and out roughly from her exposed pussy, letting her continue to roll against my fingers I let go of the harness and lean forward, my words falling hard and heavy against her skin, "And you will never forget that" as I reach forward and let my other hand close around her neck, squeezing softly, "Now ride that hand, hard and fast like a girl that is owned by Samois should."
She rocks forward and back, her fingers digging into the cushion, her cunt moving over his hand as she was ordered
Sir Mike slides my fingers out of her pussy, giving it a final slap as a slight smile crosses my face. I take hold of the leash once again, "come along girl and do not stand" as I give it a slight tug before stepping to Maitre Jonathon, "Maitre, Melisande is now ready for your tender mercies." As I present the leash to him.
THE DEMOISELLE TITLE
Jonathon Carbenell 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 "You and her mentor Sadie, have prepared this girl well for service by the dominant Members of our community.".
Maitre Jonathon Carbenell tightens my grip on the leash and leads her used and sweaty body over to Dusty, placing her in front of Dusty, forcing her down on her knees "ON YOUR KNEES, GIRL...." then bends down to slowly remove the leash from her collar, sliding the leash back into my pocket.
"Dusty, 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."
Maitre Dusty Caldera smiles and stands, looking down at the beautiful Melisande, looking a bit tired and unkept after her initiation but noting her pride at being of good service to the dominants that used her "You have done well...enduring the caning and use by our dominant members, Melisande"
He turns to the initiation participants "Jonathon, Ayita and Mike....Thank you each for your part is making sure Melisande is worthy of accepting her new role here are Roissy" then turns back to the lovely demoiselle before me....a smile on my lips"
Mélisande remembers to finally breath as tension begins to leave her body
Maitre Dusty Caldera reaches down to gently stroke the girl's warm cheek as I look into eyes..."When we initiate someone....we measure their ability to accept the discipline and punishment that will be given to them sa they serve the community...a measure of standards of sorts."
She nods and answers 'yes Maitre'
"What of the quality though? Many can willingly subject themselves to a beating, a stress test on the BDSM equipment but what truly shines through is the way the submissive accepts that discipline or use. Therein lies the quality of a person ... the way we respond to the domination of a submissive. "
"The temperament that allows one to take what others outside the lifestyle would consider abusive and dangerous and translate that into the pain-pleasure experience that so many of us enjoy......the simple willingness to submit...the total power given freely over to another. There in lies the 'quality' aspect of the girl being initiated."
"It's all about obedience and service with quailty...and you have shown you have what it takes to be a wonderful demoiselle, Melisande."
"I congratulate you on the completion of your debutante training path. You are like the wild filly in need of taming, culled from the pack and slowly groomed with patience and care, working your paces with grace and dignity. You are ready to be available to join the community proudly bearing the role of Demoiselle....for that shall be your new moniker "Demoiselle Melisande." *smiles*"
A chorus of "congratulations" erupted in the Chateau and when it quieted, he continued.
"You are now owned by Roissy Val d'Oise Chateau and are from this moment forward sexually in service to all the Dominants of our Chateau whenever they wish to summon you. Serve them with passionate devotion"
He lifts a finger "A moment more please" he said and pauses and slides his finger under her chin, tilting her head back so she looks at him "I feel the community is so much richer today because of your dedication in service to the community. I look forward to seeing you deepen to a new level of submissive skill under the trust-worthy coaching of our Dominants. Be dutiful and faithful to Roissy Val d'Oise, Demoiselle.
"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."
"I congratulate you once again, Demoiselle Melisande, and look forward to seeing you at your Sister Graduation. Demonstrate to us your merit to one day wear that title amongst us."
"thank You Maitre so very much"
Maitre Dusty Caldera nods to the gathering...."You may now congratulate your new demoiselle....." he said, running his strong fingers slowly through her warm curls, smiling, before he returned to his seat.
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