Paril's Demoiselle Initiation
WHO Paril (Sarishia Voight)
WHEN Saturday, Aug. 11, 2018
WHERE Chateau Library
MASTER OF CEREMONIES Wick
PROTECTOR Chip Althouse
PARTICIPATING DOMINANT James
MENTOR Xanadu Xue
DOORKEEPERS Leilani & Patti
by Brianna Mari, Roissy Journaliste
Photography by Dove
Summer was in full bloom, and so was the warmth of the room as Master Wick turned to the Protector of the day, Master Chip, asking him, “Could you go and retrieve the girl from Samois and escort her to the tower, please?” Chip replied with a warm “Gladly, Wick.” stepping out the door as Wick continued with the usual announcements, the Story of O music, encouraging people to find their proper places, and reminding that once the initiation begins, all local chat needs to end except for those participating in the initiation itself. He also requested that the audience not message the participants during their scene as this distracts them from concentrating on the emotional experience.
The rest of the usual niceties and reminders offered, Master Wick looked around the room at all of the wonderful sisters assembled today "Sisters, to enhance this celebration and to remain more in line with the culture of our community, you may unclothe your breasts. If you are a Courtesan Sister, it is at your Master's wish."
There was a chorus of collected happy sighs and wriggling as tops of dresses were either removed or placed aside, and those Sisters in attendance that chose to do so, knelt proudly exposed. Master Wick continued “Welcome to everyone and thank you for joining us for this initiation event today. We are glad to have each of you join us for this special occasion.” He turned to look at the Debutante’s mentor, “Xanadu, would you please have the girl brought here from the tower and present her to us, the Dominants of the Château.” Xanadu lifted her eyes and responded to his instruction.. "Yes Master Wick.” then stood and advanced to the door. As she returned and the banter died down, Xana moved before the Dominants, Paril close by her "Paril... please kneel before the Dominants on the pillow before Master Wick." she said softly then "Masters and Sir, it is with pleasure that I present Demoiselle Paril who wishes to continue on her path to sisterhood." turning with Wick’s thanks and resettled to her cushion.
T H E C H A L L E N G E
Paril made her way gracefully across the floor, her head lowered shyly after a brief glance around the crowded room making her gasp softly. The staccato rhythm of her heart beating fiercely within her chest as she turned to the Master of Ceremonies. Forcing her emerald hues to lift as a blush tinted her features, knowing she was about to be bared before them all, not only physically but mentally. With a sharp intake of breath, feeling her knees weaken, she lowered herself submissively before him. Wick smiled as Paril was brought into the room, prepared in lovely garments and placed before him on the pillow, "Thank you, Xanadu." then glanced at the girl kneeling before him. He watched her closely as she knelt before him "Paril, you were brought from Samois by your mentor today and by your own desire you have come here to be seen and to be initiated to serve all the Dominants of the Château. Are you here of your own free will and willing to embark upon this new exciting path?"
She canted her head at the question placed upon her, her caramel tresses cascading down her back as her gaze shifted briefly over the three Dominants present before reverting back to Master Wick. A shyness she had never felt nearly paralyzing her as she knelt before the crowd of people. Shaking off her nervousness, she smiles softly and whispers, "Yes, Master. I am here of my own free will and do as needed to continue my path." Wick nodded to her reply asking then “In the novel of the 'Story of O', as René so generously gave O to Stephen for additional training, so you offer yourself to the Roissy Val d'Oise community to serve and learn as you continue to grow In your understanding of your submissive nature?” Paril replied with a lilting lift to her voice, "I vow to serve with my full heart and soul and learn daily from those around me, to the best of my abilities." He continued the call and response “Do you vow to serve with passion and with fire all of the Dominants of Roissy Val d'Oise, within your limits, to follow the directions of the House of Samois and to ensure the comfort of all those who would require your service? It's not too late to change your mind.” He watched her intently, listening for her reply as she nodded her head and whispered, "I do, Master Wick, I will serve with all the passion and fire in my belly."
Wick nodded “Please stand and step to me, turn and face everyone here today.” He watched as Paril rocked back on her heels, the diaphanous sarong flowing sweetly over the curves of her lithe form as she rose and turned to face the group of Dominants and Ladies, gasping as her emerald hues take in those surrounding her. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a soft leather collar, reaching his hands around her small body and pulled the collar against her throat. Clasping it behind her neck with pride he added, "It is with great pleasure that I collar you to Roissy Val d'Oise, Paril, I know that you will wear it proudly." Paril warmed at the feel of the soft leather encircling her neck, her heart pounding as she lit up with pride, "Thank you, Master Wick." He reached behind her, untying the material knotted at the back of her neck, letting it slip slowly down her body and puddle at the floor by her feet. She shivered, dropping her gaze anxiously as she felt the gossamer material slipping down over her body, pooling around her ankles, revealing the delicate flesh beneath.
T H E D I S C I P L I N E
Master Wick reached in another pocket and withdrew a blindfold, slipping it over her eyes, closing off the world to darkness. He waved his hand in front of her face to make sure she couldn't see what he was doing. “Paril, how many fingers am I holding up?” Paril took a deep breath as he slipped the cloth over her eyes, gratefully succumbing to the darkness. Furrowing her brow, she tried to see how many fingers he had up and shook her head, "I do not know, Master." He took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him, slipping a leash from his pocket, a relatively lightweight short length but certainly symbolic of her submission and willingness to serve. Lifting her chin with a finger touch and clipping it firmly to her new leather collar with a very soft click, he then tugged lightly on the leash to ensure it was secure.
Paril pivoted gracefully upon her feet as he guided her around, the gentle click of the leash echoing in her ears as she smiled softly. He lead Paril to the post on the floor helping her position herself, Paril moving closely behind him as he tugged the leash. Wick reached behind Sefa, pulling out his flogger, checking the braids and ends for frays as he moved closer to Paril, his hand firmly gripping the flogger "Do not fear what is about to happen but rejoice in the fact that you are serving the dominant members of our community in your service. Paril, I will strike you with the flogger six times across your bare behind, are you ready and still willing to proceed?” Paril nodded her head as she whispered, "I’m ready, Master Wick."
He drew his hand back and delivered two strikes, light on each cheek, the braids slapping against her pale unmarred skin, Paril’s voice purring as the tails of the flogger began their initial descent upon her flesh, her hips wiggling as she pushed back into the strikes. He reached back and delivered two more strikes against the reddened skin, harder then the first two, the welts starting to appear. Master Wick stepped forward, whispering in her ear. “Two more left, how are you doing Paril?” She whimpered, her head dipping forward as her fingertips clasped hold of the chains binding her to the post. Her body swaying as each strike lands, pleasure coursing throughout her body.
She growled achingly as he whispered into her ear, "Oh God, Master, please let me cum!" Wick grinned a little “Oh not yet, you won’t. After all, the best comes to those who wait.” There were squirms and whimpers in the audience that matched those of the writhing woman on the post as he pulled back, delivering a harder smack, the braids trailing against the skin, the flogger swinging hard against Paril’s helpless body. Paril’s dew flowed over her thighs, her muscles tensing as she struggled to hold back from the edge, crying out with the next strike, trembling...as she whispered, "Oooo ...yes, M...Master."
Wick turned his wrist, swinging upward and brought the braids to land against her tailbone and flesh, making sure a knot landed squarely on the sensitive bone area. She buckled as the knots pounded against her tailbone, sending her reeling forward… hanging by her cuffs momentarily before she finally gained her feet beneath her once more. Satisfied at the amount of redness against her skin, seeing no blood or open wounds he put his flogger back under the couch, adding "Sefa, don’t run off with this." He turned back to Paril, helped her down from the post and offered his arm for support as she slipped down from the post unsteadily, her fingertips reaching out blindly before finding purchase upon Master Wick's arm, clasping it gently as she awaits his instructions. Wick leaned in once more to check on her. "Paril, how are you feeling and are you ready to move forward to the next phase?" She shivered as the cool air of the château played across her heated flesh, offering a gentle nod of her head she affirms,
"Yes, Master, I wish to continue."
T H E P R O T E C T O R
Wick nodded and lead her to his fellow dominant Chip.”She is yours to open.” and passed him the leash. Master Chip got up and glanced at Paril’s pinkish flesh on her lovely body as he thanked Wick, sensing her clearly as a submissive willing to serve. He walked around to the front of her. “Paril, you have done well so far. It's time to deliver you farther, so before all these people, I intend to take you sexually. Are you ready?" Paril blushed beneath the blindfold as she felt the weight of the leash shifting hands. Her head canting to the side as she listens to the footfalls of the unknown Dominant, though a smile flitted over her lips at the recognition of his voice, "I am ready, Master Chip." “But first,” he mentioned, “I will walk you around so the Dominants in the room may see you better.” He held Paril’s hand and guided her around, displaying her form to each of those assembled, “As you… can’t see... we have several who are Famille members today. Welcome, Dominants. I hope you all can see her better.”
Paril blushed shyly as she was lead around the room. Even without being able to see, she sensed the eyes upon her and ducked her head before remembering what she was told, then lifted it to accept her place here. He lead the naked girl to the wall and set up the ritual cross, taking out a set of cuffs and snapped them to her wrists and ankles. She shivered when the cool metal slipped over her limbs as she heard him add "And now, Paril, we will begin this part of the ceremony." He lifted her gently, chained her to the special X cross and approached her slowly. She settled upon the cross, her body flushed beneath the lights of the library as her bare flesh was bound open upon the metal and wood. He chained her carefully, checking the cuffs and chains to make sure they are nice and snug, then he held her close to begin the time-honored ceremonial opening.
Paril smiled as Master Chip stepped closer, the warmth of his body infusing with her own, her head leaning forward to nuzzle against him as Master Chip rubbed his knee against Paril's exposed lower body, reaching down to caress her petals. She nibbled on her lower lip, feeling the pressure of his knee against her glistening mound. Her hips began grinding against his fingertips, seeking the fulfillment to the need the flogger started within her. When he was sure she was throbbing with wetness, he released his imprisoned rod with a spring-like burst, then pressed it against Paril. "You are about to lose whatever virginity you have left, my girl, so you may prove before all of us your worthiness as a sub of Roissy Val d'Oise." said as he rammed his cock inside the girl with a breathy grunt. Paril gasped as she felt him thrust deep within her, stretching her cunt around his shaft as he removed the long awaited chastity from her, allowing herself to relax, giving in to his needs, she welcomed him into her.
Chip heard the old structure creak as he pounded the girl harder and deeper, his breaths rhythmically matching every motion he felt. He cupped and slapped her swaying breasts as his masculinity drilled the girl deep and hard. Paril arched her back as her legs draped over his shoulders, using them to lift her hips. Matching his strokes, the slick walls of her pussy began to tighten, clutching his length as she moaned, giving into the passion he released within her depths. He ground into the girl almost savagely, and as his ecstasy built he knew it's only a matter of seconds until she must climax with him, "Alright, Paril, cum with Master before I crack this old wooden cross with my hard thrusts into splinters! AahhhhhHHH!"
Paril clenched her fists against the chains, her body trembling, tensing, her head thrown back as she growlssss… The rush of her dew surrounded his cock as he slammed deep within her pussy, finding fulfillment in the arms of the Master as he claimed her for the Dominants of Roissy. He took a long, deep breath after releasing and fell against Paril, then zipped himself up and carefully stepped back, smiling at her and beginning the process of unchaining her cuffs. Paril purred as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure rippling throughout her body, her heart soaring as she felt the rush of cum as he paints her cervix with his seed before gently lowering her to her feet and unlocking the chains holding her to the cross. Chip unchained her wrists and ankles, lifted her down carefully, and lead her to James, "All right, James... your turn. She is quite well-recommended." then returned to his seat.
T H E P A R T C I P A T I N G D O M I N A N T
James stood, smoothing out his trousers as he took her leash in his hand, "Thank you Chip." He gave a gentle tug on her leash to be sure it was secure, "Step this way, Paril." as he gently lead her. Her ears perked as she heard his name, stepping carefully over to the next Dominant and taking hold of his arm as he took her leash and lead her blindly into place. He turned, and for a moment just gazed at the sweet girl "How are you doing Paril, are you ok?" Paril nodded her head, her lashes fluttering beneath the silk blindfold, as she whispered, "I’m doing wonderfully, Sir." He smiled as she spoke, "That is good to hear." James removed a handkerchief from his coat pocket and gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, then placed the handkerchief back into my pocket. He reached forward and slid her hair behind her ear and softly whispered, "Paril, we are all so very proud of you today! Now turn and face the family, I must ask you once more..." She shivered as the warmth of his breath caressed her ear and with a nod of her head she turned, facing what she hoped to be the right direction with his help. "Is it still your wish to walk this path, to serve and to submit to all the Dominants within Roissy, without question when called upon, and within your hard limits? You still have time to change your mind, and if you wish to do so, you must say so now."
Paril bit upon the tender flesh of her lip, her heart hammering within her chest as she smiled, "I have not changed my mind, Sir. I wish to continue and serve to the best of my abilities." James smiled in reply, "Very well Paril, this is what we had hoped to hear." His hand still holding her hair back, he then used his fingers to gently tilt her head as he leaned forward, and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She tilted her head as his fingers slipped within her silken tresses, pulling her back as she felt the tender touch of his lips upon her own, a hushed sigh of pleasure escaping her lips as she kissed him. James pulled back then carefully placed her on the ottoman with her ass facing upward and her legs spread wide, looking closely at the beauty of this voluptuous submissive, paying close attention to what soon will give him his pleasure.
She settled upon the ottoman, her upturned ass wiggling, displaying her reddened flesh to those gathered in the room, and with a smile she lowered her chest, arching, as he stepped behind her. Taking care for the reddened sensitive areas, he reached down and gently placed both of his hands on her round ass, and gave a slight squeeze, then lowered his hands down the length of her thighs and back up again. Leaning slightly, he guided his hands to her underside, lightly touching her belly and moving forward to her breasts, her sweet aroma filling the air and exciting him even more. He took a breast in each hand then cupped them both, working his fingers towards her firm and erect nipples, applying pressure to both with his fingers and then releasing her breasts, gravity causing them to sway back into position.
James traced her flesh with both hands back towards her rear, one hand stopping to rest on her sweet apple ass. He took his other hand and reached between her legs, covering her little pussy completely. Feeling her wetness between his fingers, he squeezed her pussy firmly and smiled with approval, "I do believe you are ready for me now, Paril. You will cum for me today Paril, but not until I give you permission! Do you understand?" She moaned softly as his hands traversed her bared flesh, teasing along her dew-coated thighs before sliding back up, his hand taking hold of her breast as her turgid nub pressed firmly against his palm. Gasping as he pinched the sensitive peaks and drew them tighter before releasing. The swells of her breasts swayed gently beneath her as she waited with bated breath for him, his fingers running over her wet cunt as she nodded her head and replied, "Yes, Sir."
Unzipping his pants, he reached in and pulled out his already hard cock dripping with pre-cum, working the fluid down his shaft with his fingers he deposited several drops of the sweet nectar onto a finger, then reached forward and placed his finger between her folds, swiping up and down, then inside of her warm depths to add his own lubricant to hers. She wiggled her ass as she pushed back, hearing the sound of his zipper, her head dipping down to press against the ottoman as he teased her sensitive petals. With both hands he repositioned her ass, then with his hand guiding his shaft, he placed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, sliding his cock up and down against the length of her slit so to lubricate his manhood. She began to rock her hips, feeling his engorged length as it slid between her folds, coating him in her pleasure. He paused briefly, the head of his already throbbing cock just at the entrance of her warm wet pussy, almost to tease her senses, then deliberately and without delay pushed his entire shaft into her inner depths, holding it there buried inside her, as he reached forward and grabbed her hair, arching her neck slightly so to hold her in place.
James groaned as he took his first stroke, and then began moving slowly in and out of her warm wetness, that wonderful feeling of lust and pleasure, her beauty and intoxicating aroma overtaking him completely. She cried out at the sudden thrust of his hips, his cock filling her as her pussy begins to tighten and release, stroking him as he plundered her cunt, taking her body for his desires. He leaned over her as he pushed his cock steadily in and out of her warm pussy, her hips rotating up to meet his every stroke in perfect timing "Use your muscles and squeeze on me now Paril, as I backstroke I want you to squeeze even harder, as if to keep me from pulling out, and then when I am ready, use those same muscles to suck the cum out of my cock as your mouth would do!"
Paril ground back against him as his hand remained entwined within her hair, giving him leverage as he pulled her back. The soft mewling within her throat barely a whisper as she used her muscles to grip his cock harder. With each stroke, he plunged against her tight walls only to withdraw against the grip of her heated depths. James picked up the rhythm and started fucking her harder and harder with longer more deliberate strokes, his torso pounding against her ass - slap, slap, slap - he reached around and found her breasts. Pinching her nipples, he moaned and groaned with each movement now, feeling the waves of buildup that would soon take him to the point of no return. Paril cried out as he took hold of her nipples, pinching them, causing the pain to rush straight to her cunt, her ass lifting higher to deepen his thrusts as her pussy pulls upon his cock, reluctantly releasing as he draws back each stroke. He became more and more tense, finally with labored breaths he whispered, "It is not long for me now Paril, but I will not pull my trigger until ask for permission to cum yourself! Scream it loud Paril - let everyone hear you!"
She whimpered as she felt the rise of her own desires climbing that pinnacle...threatening to rush forth as her pussy clamped down on his cock...her thighs trembling as she fought back the urge to cum while she begs loudly, "Please, Sir....Please let me cum...let me cum on your cock!" He reached around with his hand, finding her clit and started vibrating his fingers on her, "Now Paril! - NOW! - CUM FOR ME NOW!" She cried out as his fingers found her aching clit, rubbing frantically as he drove her over the cliff, the walls of her depths clutching and milking his shaft as it sought to feel the warmth of his cum deep within her. Hearing and feeling her release, he could hold back no more, and let go himself with a deep growl, "Ahhhhhh Yeeesssss - Fuuuuuck Yeeessss!" his cock pulsating and spurting his thick seed as deep as he could place it inside her, then collapsing forward and completely exhausted and drained. He left his cock inside her, stroking slowly to rest for a moment so to catch his breath "You did so well Paril, you are indeed ready to proceed with your path and serve the Dominants of Roissy." He straightened himself up, and removed his cock from her warm pussy, finding his handkerchief in his coat pocket, he dried himself off and carefully placed it back in his trousers.
Paril fell forward against the ottoman as he thrust against her, shoving her body into the ottoman as he collapsed. The warmth of his seed surrounding his shaft as she takes a shuddering breath before feeling him withdraw. Her heart pounding wildly as she remained in place, her spread thighs displaying the cum flowing slowly from her open petals until James pulled her up and lead her gently to Wick, handing him the leash "Wick, she has been completely opened, and I have found her to be most pleasing. I highly recommend her as I believe she will serve our family well with fire and passion." James turned and stepped away to assume his seat.
T H E T I T L E
Wick stood and took the leash back, noting the well-used submissive all hot and sweaty but smiling at the other end. Yanking the girl closer, he turned to the dominants Chip and James "You and her mentor Xanadu have prepared this girl well for service by the dominant members of our community." Paril felt the tug of the leash as she reluctantly slipped from the ottoman, her trembling knees leading her unsteadily over to Master Wick as he reached forward and brought her closer to him, lifting the blindfold slowly, letting the light ease into her eyes as gently as he could. She blinked as the blindfold is drawn back, the light flooding her vision as she gazed dazedly up at Master Wick.
Wick tightened his grip on the leash, placing her on her knees before him, "On your knees, Paril." She slipped gracefully to her knees, her head lowered submissively as he spoke, “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. It is never easy to complete the debutante path. So many new ideas being tossed at you, giving up the power over your own self to that of another, to do the bidding of a dominant member, to study hard in your workshops and your readings. But you did it, you are an inspiration to all those that follow you in understanding your submissive nature and will. Congratulations, Paril, 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. Stand and face your loving community, Paril.” She blushed shyly at his words as she knelt before him, "Thank you, Master. It is an honor to serve the men here." as she rocks back on her heels and with her heart soaring, she turns to face those in attendance.
T H E F I N A L E
The cheers rocketed around the room as those in attendance offered their warm wishes, Paril’s little peek over to the left and grin as she lifted her hand and gave a big thumbs up. Master Wick smiled, "Chip, please take this lovely new Demoiselle and provide for her aftercare." Chip’s swift response “I will do that with great pleasure, Wick, thanks.” Paril’s smile on her lips warmed as he took Paril's leash from Wick and guided her to the other room, "Come, Paril." She glanced to Master Wick and mouthed, "Thank you for everything and same for you, Sir James." as he lead her away.
Wick turned to the audience, "I want to thank each one of you for joining us here today and showing your support. As René has mentioned, It is that support the keeps our community strong." then turned to Xanadu "Are there any announcements for our community today?” Xana’s reply “Thank you Master Wick, immediately following at one in the Garden Sir Paul will sing for us, then later tonight Sadie will DJ for us. I would like to thank Demoiselle PattyJ and Sister Leilani for serving as Doorkeepers today.” With that Master Wick dismissed those assembled and the ceremony was concluded.
[PHOTOGRAPHY --BY DOVE-- TO COME]
