Samiah Demoiselle Initiation

Samiah Demoiselle Initiation

December 21, 2016

I have an opportunity to share this experience from a unique vantage point... my own:
 
All of my drive and eagerness came to a head the day of my initiation. I had pushed so hard for this day, and now it was here. All kinds of doubt, fear and second guessing filled my mind as I carefully affixed appropriate knots to my ropes to hold them in place. I sat in the tower, my heart pounding, looking at myself in the mirror I had been delivered and as I fixed my hair into place, I could hear a knock at the door and knew it was my mentor, the lovely Sister Harley.
 
My heart leaped in my chest and I turned to her with wide eyes and a nod when she asked if I was ready. I stood on trembling legs and made my way to follow her down what I considered long steps on the way up, but now seem too short a distance on the way down. I moved from the tower to the Chateau, feeling particularly vulnerable as I had be required to be sufficiently covered for many weeks before this moment.
 
Harley gently led me upstairs, and I could barely feel my body as I followed. We made it to the bar and I took a deep breath as Harley turned to look at me. "Your are so uniquely amazing, Samiah...don't ever forget that" she whispers to me, her words bringing me back from my slightly panicked state. I respond with a smile and she hugs me, and I take my reassurance form her.
 
She leaves and I follow, barely hearing the words she speaks to present me as I look out to see dozens of pairs of eyes on me. I instinctively attempt to smile to be pleasing, but it's watery. I turn and kneel, feeling the silken ropes on my body stretch and pull with my movements. I look up and force my mind to focus as I am question about my desire to submit to the Doms of Roissy. Though nervous and partially terrified, I feel a vine of determination creep up from the depths within me. I had not worked so hard to quit right at my first finish line. I nod and speak my affirmative.
 
But words of course would not be enough proof and I would have to demonstrate my true commitment... in front of many others. I feel Maitre Dusty's eyes on me as I rise and move to the punishment stool. I cast my eyes out to the crowd briefly, seeing my Master nodding with encouragement before I am strapped down. I am bound, exposed, helpless, and instantly filled with a swift tide of desire and shame. Then he began to use the flogger. It is moved over me gently, but it is a cruel caress as I know it will begin to fall.... and it did.
 
The first was a stinging shock, more surprising than painful, and I jerk from being startled. I am whispered instructions to count and speak thanks for every strike, to further my humiliation. Three additional lashes fall, full force, and I struggle to no avail, feeling tears spring forward, but I manage to keep them in check. My rounded backside and tender thighs felt hot to me, but there was barely time to recover as I was released, whispered to in praise, and led to the next Dominant... Master Dekegh.
 
I thought him a bit cruel as he landed a firm slap to my reddened ass, and he grabbed my collar, then my chin in a rough manner. I responded in slight anger, my tone telling it, but with an affirmative "Yes....Master". Perhaps catching my attitude her responded with additional force, pushing me down hard and releasing his member inches from my face and ordered me to open my mouth. I did so, with annoyance showing clearly on my face, and I proceeded to service his thick pole, driven to give him exactly what he wanted, not wanting him to find anything to complain about. I sucked deep, slow, hard, then faster and deeper, his hands in my hair to guide me down, making me take him completely, the tip now slipping in and out of my throat. He moves with precise urgency until his seed spills down my throat and despite my anger toward him... I'm completely aroused by it.
 
Now finished with me, I'm complimented and passed on to Sir Aeoff. He had me back on all fours, but no restraints to hold me other than what I had chosen to wear. This time however, my face was in the direction of the crowd. I had forgotten they were there. The stark reminder of it made me attempt to hide my face with my hair, as Sir Aeoff's cock slid to find my moist opening. To my shame then, and to my pride now, I confess I thoroughly enjoyed the taking. All that had happened before, the lack of sexual contact for weeks, the workshops on various subjects that I could not partake in, the waiting, the apprehension, the lashing of the flogger, the deep sucking of a Masters cock and his subsequent climax.... all made me more than ready. I rocked with him, the crowd forgotten again as I whimpered and moaned, my need for release growing and building until my head came up, my body tensed and the force of my climax hit me, rocking me as my muscles spasmed, hands clenched and I cried out in pleasure for all to hear.
 
Panting as I collapsed, I realized... it was over. I'd done it! Ceremoniously dismissed from Sir Aeoff, I was brought back to Maitre and a feeling of giddiness washed over me. He spoke of my worthiness and to the House of Samois and to my Master and introduced me as no longer a Debutante, but a Demoiselle! Everyone congratulated me and a feeling of pride and accomplishment washed over me as I was also humbled by all the praise. I grinned ear to ear, thanking everyone for their kind words and followed my protector, Master Dekegh for some much deserved aftercare...
 

Congratulations Demoiselle Samiah!

Samiah

Roissy Journaliste

*photos courtesy of Juliette

 





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