Saphira's Demoiselle Initiation

Saphira's Demoiselle Initiation

WHO                                      Saphira Fhang
WHEN                                    Saturday, Oct 19, 2019
WHERE                                  Chateau Library
MASTER OF CEREMONIES   Maverick Broadfoot
PROTECTOR                          ChicagoSax
2ND  DOMINANT                 John Lucky
MENTOR                               Sadie Xue
DOORKEEPERS                     Tzeitel, Aliyah
 

 

by Sadie Xue, Roissy Journaliste
Photography by Mandy Merricks

A brief morning shower filtered off as Master Maverick addressed the girl’s mentor, “Sadie, please go and retrieve our girl from the Tower and bring her before us.”  Hellos and other congenial salutations peppered the excitement of the morning’s ceremony.

Master Maverick standing patiently as he sees the two lovely ladies waiting to come in.  He smiles and beckons to them to come forward. “Sadie, please bring this girl before us, to the cushion in front of me here.”

Sadie follows his instruction as she addresses and introduces the slight girl behind her: "Maitres, Masters, Sirs, and ladies, I present the debutante Saphira for initiation to serves the Dominants of Roissy."  With a smile to the girl, she kneels on her cushion.

Saphira steps into the room, hiding behind her Mentor. Her eyes are downcast, too nervous to see the many faces of those there to witness her transformation.

Master Maverick smiles to the lovely girl kneeling before me.  “Good morning, Saphira.  It’s a pleasure to have you hear today.  I see you’re well-dressed or this occasion, looking lovely.”

Saphira follows the instructions. She looks up to the Master before her and slight blush highlights her cheek as she shyly responds, "Thank you, Master Maverick."

 

T H E   C H A L L E N G E

Master Maverick and Sadie smiles reassuringly at their charge, “We're all here for you, darlin'.  This is your day...“Saphira, listen and hear my words.  Give me your attention and answer me honestly and from your heart.  Do you come here willingly, of your own volition, to take the next steps here in Roissy Val d’Oise in your journey from debutant?”

Saphira's resolve is strong as she nods, "I do."

Master Maverick paces around her as he explains, “Saphira, in The Story of O, René generously gave O to Stephen for additional training.  So now do 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? I’ll remind you that you have the choice.  You won’t hurt my feelings none if want to take a step back.  So - what do you say?”

Saphira smiles shyly as she remembers the tale and what this commitment will involve. "I do so offer, Master Maverick."

Master Maverick pauses a moment, searching the girl’s lovely eyes, “Here, Saphira, you may be called upon to serve the Dominants in many ways, with anything from a simple drink, to some other services that are much more intriguing and erotic, with a variety of tastes.  Do you vow to devote yourself to serve the Dominants of Roissy with passion and with fire?”

Saphira appears to steel herself with spirited determination, “I am committed to Roissy, Master Maverick. It will be an honor to be of service.”

Master Maverick smiles thoughtfully and nods slowly, “Very well, then, girl.  I’m glad to hear it.  Now, stand before me, please. While I appreciate what you’ve chosen to wear here today, it’s in the way.  You will go through this ceremony bared to us physically.  So now you will now remove you clothing to show us your beauty.”

Saphira does as instructed, stepping off the cushion and closer to the Master.  She reaches to untie her negligee, letting it fall to the floor at her feet in a pool of white. She reaches to fold it and set it aside, removing then her shoes to stand barefoot and vulnerable before the eyes of all.  Master Maverick and the witnesses let their eyes take in the view.

Master Maverick smiles. “Lovely, Saphira.  Now kneel again on the cushion.”  He puts a hand into his jacket pocket and takes out the shiny new collar.  He opens it, and slides around Saphira’s soft neck.  He close the clasp with a “click” that sounds throughout the room.  “Saphira, I’m pleased to collar you to Roissy Val d'Oise .  Wear this collar with pride and dignity, as befitting our family and yourself.  Let it be a reminder to you of your words here to serve.”

Saphira lifted her chin, the soft leather about her throat a recognized promise of service, plainly visible and obvious to all that she is a Roissy Sub and ready and eager to serve. She smiles softly, reaching a finger to touch it and reinforce that commitment.

Master Maverick reaches and touches the girl’s cheek softly, “Let go of any fear for what is about to happen.  Instead, rejoice in the fact that you are serving the dominant members of our community with your submission.”

Saphira's eyes look up at the Master, shining with pride though her body trembles slightly at what is about to occur.

 

T H E   D I S C I P L I N E

Master Maverick cicles the naked kneeling submissive, “These next new steps in your path I will take with you – just you and me.  No one else will exist for us for this time.  I will walk with you through this first part of your very first next steps.”

Saphira nods, voice soft and trembling as she responds, "Yes, Master Maverick." It isn't just the cool air of the room that raises the goosebumps on her flesh, the nervous anticipation is the true cause.

Master Maverick finds a leash in his other jacket pocket.  He unfurled it and attached the clasp to her new collar. “Saphira, there’s a difference between the ideas of discipline and punishment.  I do not believe you’ve done anything that needs punishment – yet.  However, discipline is part of the continual training – some more pleasant than others.  I will administer discipline to you, just as it was given to O when she first arrived at the Chateau.  You will not be alone; I will be with you during this time.  You have not been disciplined in this way here up until now, but you can and will follow me.  I’ll start by having you on the ottoman here.”

Saphira's heart races at the click of the leash, knowing now she is in the control of the man before her. Shoulders squaring, she waits for his next command, ready to follow immediately. As it is spoken she nods, "Yes, Master, Maverick," turning to the ottoman in the middle of the room. Bare feet make little sound on the rich red of the carpet as she steps gracefully to it and settles a she'd been commanded.

Master Maverick’s voice deepens with authority as he finds his favourite riding crop, “Now I want you on your hands and knees, ready for me on this ottoman.”

Saphira moves to the position, humbling herself before all who are present to bear witness to her submission to the tenets of Roissy. A pink tongue licks at her lips before biting the lower lip to control her fear.

Master Maverick gives a few soft taps to Saphira's bare ass, testing for accuracy and placement.  Saphira gasps at the first strike on her tender flesh, the sharp sound of it make her quake in fear but the lack of pain causes her to look again to the Master with his leather crop nervously.

Master Maverick continues, “Now Saphira, I'll give the discipline, and you will count out each blow.”

Saphira's eyes widen and she counts in time with the strikes, taking an eternity to get to twelve., a count better than a scream of pain.  

Master Maverick, seeing the response in her skin, and smiled.  "I think that'll do for now."  He laid the crop away and moved his hand carefully across hot, bare skin, admiring the curve.  “Saphira,  you have taken my blows well.  Now, take my hand, and find your feet.”

Saphira flinches under his touch, her flesh tender and burning from the abuse he'd just given. She stands alone, sniffing back the tears, teeth clenched against the pain.


T H E   P R O T E C T O R

Master Maverick leads her to the distinguished gentlemen in front of the fire, “Chicago, I’ve put this girl through her discipline.  She seems to have borne it well.  So, I’ll hand her over to you, with my full confidence.”

Saphira stands with her back to the witnesses so they may see for themselves her commitment, her pledge, visibly etched on her soft, tender flesh.

Master Chicago nodded to Maverick and accepts the leash from his brother and pulls the girl toward him.  His eyes meet hers and his fingertips brush away a few locks of hair that partially cover her blue eyes that well with tears. "Remain standing and focus on me, Saphira."

Saphira acknowledges the change of hands, looking hopefully to Master Chicago as she is drawn close.

Master Chicago 's non-smiling face and tone of voice reflect the gravity of the moment "Saphira, your journey has indeed been filled with weeks and months of hard work. Although you've endured some pain, you've demonstrated strength, and you've reached a place where other girls aspire to be"

Saphira laughs softly, wry and low in her breast. With a teasing voice she replies, her hand reaching to touch the tender red marks on her ass, "I'll share the whipping any time."

Master Chicago speaks in a tone that the entire room can hear. "Do you still desire to continue with your initiation, fully knowing that you will be servicing all the Dominants of the community?"

Saphira nods, "I have worked hard to be here. It is still my desire and my goal - To be a true Sub of Roissy, Master Chicago."

Master Chicago 's eyes survey the diminutive girl, traveling from the spot where she stands and then up over her hips and waist, to her breasts, which he fondles - rubbing and pinching her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. "Lovely indeed!"

Saphira gasps, her nipples immediately coming hard as he pinches at them. A slight wince of the unexpected sensation brings her back to the place of anxious anticipation, her eyes lowering to the carpet at her feet.

Master Chicago's eyes meet hers. "Very well, Saphira. As tradition demands, and mindful of the fact that I am serving as your Protector, I will now commence with your opening.. Let's move back to the ottoman."

Master Chicago's  hands grip her shoulders and holds her. He guides her to her kneeling position on the ottoman front of him. "Easy, Saphira. Get on it, and kneel before me, girl"

Saphira settles again on the ottoman, as instructed, her hand glides over the red velvet of the surface before kneeling nervously, again glancing to the Master's eyes.

Master Chicago's fingers move to his zipper and he pulls the tab down the teeth. The quiet room echoes the sound. "Girl, you will take out my cock, and stroke it until it's hard, and then lick and suck it until I cum."

Saphira smiles, seeing the flesh bulge beneath his pants. Delicate fingers slip beneath the cloth, wrapping gently around the hardening cock, the warmth of it surprising as she draws it forth. Seeing it spring to life she gasps, so tall and hard.

Master Chicago's eyes fall onto the girl as he feels her hand engulf his member and watches her begin to pleasure him with her full lips.

Saphira leans forward, instinctively knowing what is next. Her tongue darts out to lick the tip while she cradles it in her hands, stroking it up and down. Her lips begin to embrace the top, already slick with her saliva they glide down along the hard-pulsing cock. Her tongue continues gliding the length of it as she takes him in deeper, moaning softly at the strange newness.

Master Chicago's voice grows huskier as he urges her on, "Yes Saphira, just like… Oh YESSS girl that's what I like."

Saphira is urged on by the Master's obvious pleasure and her head moves up and down, lips tight around the steel hard cock. Gliding along she moves faster, tongue licking tasting at it in the warm wetness of her mouth.

Master Chicago 's hands grab her head, winding her hair in his fingers. Thrusting wildly, he growls, "SUCK ME, GIRL,  OH YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Saphira feels his controlling hands grasp at her and move her to his pleasure. She complies, eagerly, sucking at his cock, the hard delicious thing so new and so exciting she can't help but be aroused. She delights in his control of her as she sucks harder, moving faster. Taking his cock in deeper, she near gags as it reaches that depth inside her hot sweet mouth.

Master Chicago 's obsession to spew his semen into her mouth and down her throat becomes too much to bear, and he groans when he feels his testicles become tighter and feels a shudder running through his body.

Saphira sucks at his cock, her hands gripping at his body. She reaches to touch, explore his balls, feeling the softness such a contrast to the hard hot cock she devours for the Master's pleasure. Teeth scrape gently along his cock as she is urged on by his controlling grip. She drinks of the Master's juices, swallowing it down and licking at his cock with her tongue to make sure no small drop is missed. She gasps, the sensations running through her body surprising her before looking up again and into the Master's eyes.

Master Chicago 's pleasure with the girl's excellent performance causes him to smile and shudder again, as he reaches into his pocket and removes his handkerchief and gives it to the girl. "Well done Saphira, now lick my cock clean and wipe your mouth."

Saphira chuckles softly, having licked all that she was able to savor on the Master's cock. Still, he commanded more and so her tongue caresses his now softening cock , slowly and gently ensuring nothing remains. Leaning back once more, she licks her lips before using the handkerchief to wipe them dry and hands it back to the Master. She takes a deep breath, recovering herself once more and ready to proceed.

Master Chicago stands and slips his cock back into his trousers and helps the girl to her feet. “Rise Saphira, that was outstanding! Now I will turn you over to my brother John who will complete your opening.”

 

T H E   2 N D    D O M I N A N T

Saphira follows Master Chicago to the new one who will use her for this Ceremony of Initiation, her commitment to all of Roissy. She smiles a nervous smile to Sir John as he is handed the leash.

Sir John Lucky stands and takes her leash in hand, "Thank you Chicago, I'll finish the initiation of this beautiful sub."

Sir John Lucky looked to the girl searching her eyes, "Saphira, Are you ready to take the next step? Initiation requires another pleasant effort, but you will be rewarded on your journey to your full submission."

At Sir John's question, she nods, "I am, Sir John."

Sir John Lucky looks down at her, “You’ve been good so far, shows that you're ready to become a Dem and start a new life here at Roissy serving your Masters. Can you sit on the Ottoman, please?

Saphira does as told, the obedient sub, "Yes, Sir John..." settling against it to wait his pleasure.  She looks trustingly to the Sir as she is moved in place, her legs spread wide. Her lower lips are already moist from the experience with Master Chicago and she is ready for the next phase of her opening.

Sir John Lucky touches her damp pussy and brings the fingers to the nose to smells her and to the mouth to taste the juice, “Mmmm, you're really a sweet sub.  Ok Baby, time for the real thing, Saphira, move into a very submissive doggie position.”

Saphira again finds herself giggling, soft and quiet.  The marks on her body show differently. She moves as he wishes her, settling herself as well as she is able, knees spread for stability as her hands are held behind.

Sir John Lucky extracted his throbbing purple cock from pants and rubbed his cock up and down her pussy lips, suddenly thrusted forward very, very slowly until my cock is buried deep inside her body, “Your pussy is so tight, but your period of chastity is finished.”

Saphira groans softly at the feel of his cock on her pussy, gasping as it penetrates her probing deeper into her sweet wet vagina. She closes her eyes to focus on the sensation, the hard-stiff cock gliding in and out of her a surreal sensation of erotic pleasure. Her hips move with his, throbbing cock pistoning in and out of her body as she begins to breath in quick short gasps.

Sir John Lucky continued to slowly thrust into her, “Now you are opened, how do you feel ?”

Saphira's body rocks with each thrust, delving deeper and deeper into her, 'Yes..I..it..yes..!" is her gasped response.

Saphira's back arches at the sudden movement, her head rising as she groans with the pleasure of it, "Yes!! Yes!" she repeats, her entire being craving this new experience, this erotic joy coursing through her. She trembles with the overwhelming power of this act, her body on fire with erotic arousal. Faster she moves with him, harder does his throbbing cock drive her higher and higher.

Sir John Lucky voice harsh and strong commanded "Cum Saphira, cum...Your Dom let you have your orgasm."

Saphira  "Ahhieeeahh!" she groans, the power of his cock driving her far into the madness of sensation. Every cell in her body is alive and electric with it and her body quakes as she is consumed by the power of her orgasm.

Sir John Lucky "Now I can’t come my lovely baby, I need to open you anally- are you ready to offer me your tightest hole?"

Saphira gasps, trying to catch her breath after so powerful an experience. He moves her again.. Looking over her shoulder to the handsome Sir she nods, still weak from her orgasm, "Yes, Sir John...I am ready..."

Sir John Lucky grumbled,  “It is soft and warm and welcoming as the ass of a sub should be.”  He moved up behind her, slid up and down  from her lower back to her vagina. Presses the head against her hole, it expands quickly and suck him in.

Saphira's eyes widen in surprise at the sensation.  She looks to feel the driving cock impale her ass, probing deeper as his hips move into her. The soft pads of her ass slap against him and the room fills with the sound of their sex.

Sir John Lucky "I can't resist, my dick is going to explode."

Saphira is braced against the ottoman, breathless as he pounds into her body, again and again, so hard and probing, throbbing inside her body.

Sir John Lucky voice softens “I'm so lucky to have owned you, but there will be other moments for us."

Saphira's well used body is weak and shaking, gasping for air and she takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart. She looks up to Sir John, a soft smile on her lips.

 

T H E   T I T L E

Master Maverick smiles to the girl, "Saphira, come stand before me.  Catch your breath and steady your legs.  I’d say you’ve done well today.   You’ve taken your first steps here, moving forward.  And you’ve done so with grace, and just a little wit.  You’re a credit to your training and to our community.”

Master Maverick looks from the girl to address the room and then back at Safira, “This debutante path is never easy to complete.  There are 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 look and see - you have done it.  You are an inspiration to all those that follow you in understanding your submissive nature and will. You will do well to remember your words and your experiences here today as you continue in your desire to serve. Now, Saphira, turn and greet our family.”

Master Maverick places a hand on the shoulder, “Folks, I’m very pleased to introduce here our newest demoiselle, Saphira.”

Saphira complies though her knees shake. She manages to do so with at least a modicum of grace, her breath slowing finally after he experiences. Her soft lips widen in a smile, hearing the Master's words, looking up with pride. She turns to the others, those who've witnessed her transformation and smiles, eyes touching each and every one as she looks around the room. Cheers and congratulations wishes fill the room.

Master Maverick releases her shoulder, “Now, Chicago, this girl’s had a busy morning.  Why don’t you take her someplace a little more quiet for a while?”

Saphira blushes at the many congratulatory remarks, "Thank you all for being witness to this change in my life, in my destiny. I am honored to be a part of Roissy, a part of this family."

Master Chicago takes her leash, “A pleasure Maverick.”

Saphira smiles to Master Chicago, ready to follow wherever he leads.

 

T H E   F I N A L E

Master Chicago offers a smile to the girl. “Come with me Saphira, I'll attend to those welts, and I'm sure you need some time to relax and meditate on what has transpired today. Maybe you'll even get some ice cream.”

Saphira giggles, knowing the ice cream cart is across the sim and outdoors, "I can do without ice cream, thank you."

Master Maverick addressed those assembled as Saphira left the room, “We’re thankful to Maître Rene for his dream of this place and for bring it about.  When you see him, thank him.  We also appreciate the work that the admin team does here to make this such a place to learn and play.  When you see them, thank them, too.   Y’all have a great rest of your day.  We are dismissed.”

(Photography Withheld at Saphira's Request)





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