Sou Demoiselle Initiation
January 15, 2015
"Submitting... it means finally being allowed to be myself Maitre, able to take care of you Masters, to be the proud object of your lust and control... it means trust... it means caring... it means... everything to me."
Maitre Thomas puts down my cup of Joe, and clears my throat, .."if you don't have a seat or cushion yet, we do ask that you find one 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. We ask that you don't IM the participants during their scene as well. Remember no tping in or out of the Chateau or tping others. If you crash, please log back in outside the Chateau and enter through the front doors. If you are wearing HUDs that are not needed, we ask you remove them to help with lag. This is a members only occasion and all must be wearing Roissy VDO tags to attend. Thanks everyone."
" Welcome and good evening/good morning to everybody. Please turn on your audio stream, as Rene has put on some music to get us in the mood."
He walks to sister Nara...."please bring our new Demoiselle forth."
Nara smiles towards him saying quietly "Yes my Master." Rises gracefully to her feet making her way to the tower.
Maitire Thomas smiles and shifts in my seat. Everyone waits. Soon Nara returns, followed by Sou. She enters the Chateau Library, pauses and smiles with warmth towards her. "Sou, please kneel upon this red cushion." She then turns to the assembled Doms and says, "Maitres, Masters, Dominants may I present to you the demoiselle Sou."
Hearing in the background of Story O music.... Maitre Thomas' eyes travel and watches the girl for a mere moment as she kneels and then slowly walks opposite of the girl to approach her from behind first. He strokes Sou's hair gently.
She shivers, impressed by the crowd gathered, by the pressure she is feeling deep inside herself. She feels Maitre Thomas' presence behind her, eager, anxious, curious.
Maitre Thomas speaks in a slow calm voice.." Sou, this collar I place on your neck is the collar of Roissy Val d'Oise..I know you will wear it with pride." He moves her hair back, gently and slips the collar around her neck, and snapping it shut with a sound that echo's through the quiet library.
"Thank you Maitre, I will wear with pride and devotion."
He runs his fingers over the collar, smiling to the Masters and the rest of our family, then crouches down at first and takes hold of the heels of her shoes and pulls her feet wider apart as his hands drift across her top thighs to make sure she is open enough for all to see. Reaching up to take the collar holder on the back of her leash to pull himself back up before walking in front of her.
Sou is exposed to all, and the only feeling she has is pride.
He tugs her hair back..moving my hands on the collar and places her hands flat on her thighs so they are not in the way. He pulls her hands behind her back, and cuffs them together securely.. "Sou, Are you ready...to become one of our girls ?"
She does not resist Maitre Thomas' tugging, her head tilted back, the touch of his fingers creating deep emotions. "Yes Maitre, Yes I am ready. Ready and willing to be part."
Maitre Thomas pushes her down carefully and takes hold of the heels of her shoes and pulls her feet wider apart as his hands drift across her top thighs to make sure she is open enough for all to see. before walking in front of her.
She obeys Maitre Thomas unspoken commands, willingly letting him place her like he wishes, very aware of all the people watching her now... exposes herself happily, just hoping she does please the eyes of the attending ones.
Taking his crop.and lowering the leather patch to her full unmarked breasts..he presses on each nipple. She closes her eyes for a second, just focusing on the leather now pressing her nipples down...cold at first, but warming up fast... she bites her lower lip in anticipation.
He chuckles..."Sou, I am sure all the Masters have been staring at those huge melons..maybe they would like to see them marked?"
"If it is so Maitre, I am not to refuse them this."
Looking into her eyes..he quickly giving each nipple a hard-solid swat. She let's a brief but loud moan at each of the swats, just loving the complex sensations it is giving her. Pain, lust, feeling her own flesh moving for the pleasure of others.
He aims and hits her breasts all over with the crop..seeing them jump and wobble, raises his crop..hits her large globes harshly. As the pain grows stronger, her eyes keep getting wetter, but still a soft smile of delight takes places on her lips. Her moans turning in screams though the harsher Maitre Thomas hits her, the more arroused she becomes, not able to hide from anyone. Still feels the burning of the crop in her flesh, simply loving it.
"Thank you Maitre Thomas."
He puts the crop down and pulls her nipples ...looking into her eyes..and then stops and smacks her breasts with with his large right hand, backhands her left breast, with a hard blow to finish. She lowers her eyes, the pulling on her painfully erected nipples forcing a louder, longer scream of pain, whispers "Th... Thank you Maitre..."
Maitre Thomas pulls his finger from her wet gasping mouth, Then quickly produces a cloth from his jacket and ties it around her eyes, shutting off her vision. She is suprised by the quickness of Maitre Thomas' move, suddenly gone blind, only able to hear what might be happening around her.
He tugs the leash taunt...looking into her eyes.." Sou..I have two Masters that will bring you forward..into our family as a Demoisselle. Sir Lavidor and Maitre Aquiles ..Master Aquiles will be your protector. Aquiles drove you here earlier as your protector, and you agreed to continue on with this journey, is that correct?"
"That is entirely correct Maitre and I am thankful to Maitre Aquiles and Sir Lavidor for their kind help."
He ugs her away from the pillow so she is on his leather boot.
"Today we will see if you are worthy of that journey." Crouching back down again, he took a new piece of cloth, given his prior had been used so recently, and placed it around her eyes as a blindfold. After fastening it tight to the back of her head he stood and took hold of her collar, "Come, I will present you to someone who you will serve without question as you listen to my directions now without question."
"Yes Maitre, I will follow you in complete trust."
Maitre Thomas hands the leash to Sir Lavidor. Sou crawls following the tugging of the leash.
"Sou you are standing in front of Sir Lavidor do as he says and serve him without question."
"Yes Maitre, thank you." She hears Sir Lavidor's breathing somewhere close in front of her.
Sir Lavidor stands and glances to the woman and to Thomas with a nod and a smile taking the leash in hand, without a word he led her to the cushion, his finger lifted her chin softly as he looked upon her knowing hse could not see him, in a soft voice he whispered near her ear, "Submission" then stood back not expecting a reply only to le tthe word hang in the air as he positioned her on the cushion in the center of the room.
She hears the word... and lets it ring inside her mind... again and again... "Submission" as the leash is tugged she follows the direction it somehow shows her and wonders what is happening in the room, as it still remains very silent, very impressive.
Removing the leather flogger that hangs at his right hip he approached her. dragging the long soft leather tendrils along the length of her exposed leg, up over the mounds of her butt, letting it linger touching her lower back, the soft leather strips light, barely touching flesh, then dropping it onto her, the heavy leather handle making a thump as it struck her spine and rested on her back as a tease of what was to come. Turning from her he removed his hat and tossed it to his chair, slid out of his jacket, tossing it on top of his hat then turning back to the center of the room,
The teasing of the flogger that she could recognize fills her with lust and also some fear. Sir Lavidor Stands. As he moved to retrieve the flogger from her back, "Pain!" he barked loudly as the familiar whoosh of leather strands sailing through the air filled the room, the "snap" as the soft leather strands landed on and bit her tender flesh like a hundred insects biting at the same time, then three more in rapid succession.
Sou screams as the word suddenly mixes with the very real feeling, the pain in her flesh and in her mind
He holds the flogger in his hand letting the strands drift lightly across her flesh as he walked around her, "you are property of the Roissy now, you will always please and be pleasing, frowning" he paused and brought the flogger down across her bottom again hearing the leather on flesh snapping sound, "when adding sugar to espresso will not be tollerated" his voice firm and confident as he moved around her again letting her feel the softness of the leather which would again bite her painfully.
Sou remembers very well the espresso and sugar moment Sir Lavidor mentions. "Yes Sir, I am property of Roissy from now on, thank you Sir."
He took in a breath, his eyes upon her nakedness, no words came from him, his eyes said all there was to say but that she could not see, he lightly tossed the flogger in his hand until it felt right, then in a criss cross patter he let the flogger strike her, once, twice, three times, again and again, he did not use the strength of his legs or body, just his arms the flogger would do the rest, again and again until he heard what he waited for, her cries and sobs, unintelligible words that told him she had lost connection with the hear and now and was in that space where she no longer felt pain.
The strikes again and again, not stopping, gently disconnecting her from the things around her, driving her in subspace through the exquisite delight of pain. As there is nothing else now than her being owned, the burns in her skin, in her flesh, only being the vectors carrying that very message right into her soul.
It was then, when he saw her body go limp, when she no longer flinched at the expected strike of the leathery tormentors, when she no longer cried after each strike that he felt the primal lust in him breach his restraints, the flogger fell to the carpeted ground with a loud thud, his eyes locked in on her, faster than superman in a phone booth his zipper seemed to disappear and what came out was visible for but a second before being burried deep into her with a loud grunt, pushing apart her walls and taking what he desired.
Barely able to speak any intelligible word, she attempts to whisper "Thank you, Thank you Sir Lavidor", not certain at all of how it came out of her mouth for the others to hear. She moans instinctively as all goes so fast all the sudden, being placed on her fours and taken, for the very firsst time, finally at her place and assuming her role. Unsure of who is using her, she still focuses on being the tightest in order to give the most pleasure she is able to. Her marked and stil aching breast hanging, moving back and forth following the pace of the thrusts.
Sir Lavidor reaches around her with one hand he roughly took hold of her large breast and squeezed it tightly as if trying to crush a beer can, his other hand took a hold of the bun of hair and pulled it back, pulling her against him as he drove deep into her thrusting hard, feeling his balls slap against her soft flesh, his cock throbbing inside her, her wet hot walls, "No sugar now!" he growled at her.
She recognizes Sir Lavidor's voice, as his harsh grab on her bun undoes it, leaving her hair in a roughly made pony tail. The cruel but delicious grope on her sore breast being just wonderful, sending thousands more of pleasure waves straight through her entire body. "No.... No sugar... No sugar Sir !!!" She waves her hips, working on Sir Lavidor thorbbing cock so deep inside her.
His grip tightened even more around her mound of flesh as he slammed against her and exploded into her, shooting hot seed into her belly, using her for his pleasure, taking what she could not deny him, again and again he unloaded into her hot hole, before stopping to catch his breath, looking down to taking in her beauty.
She can't close her mouth anymore, drooling slightly and spontaneoulsy moans in intense delight as Sir Lavidor explodes in her, his warm creamy liquor being a precious gift she shall treasure, panting, as he does not move anymore. Sou turns her head back, even though not able to see him, to whisper "Thank you Sir, Thank you for making me part of our Family."
Sir Lavidor took in a breath and turned to Thomas with a grin, holding out the leash, "Thank you" he said in between deep breaths.
Sou discretely sighs as she feels him going out, proud of his seed deep in her... is in sweat, like if the room had become a giant oven all around her. "Submission.... Pain..." she whispers to herself over and over tempted to add "Unique pleasure" to this new mantra of her
Maitre Thomas looks to Maitre Aquiles.."Over to you my friend."..then walks to his chair and sits down.
"Thank you Thomas, I shall take it from here," says Maitre Aquiles, who stands and walks up to the girl lifting her chin and lashing her collar tightly, helping her stand up by pulling on the leash.
"Thank you Maitre..." she whispers.
He looks around the room ...making eye contact with some and loudly announces, "This girl believes she is ready to be presented to the Masters... she wants to be part of us ..belong to us... believes that we need to make sure she truly is." He runs his fingers up and down her tender skin and then positions her for some questions as he walks behind her, tapping on the spider whip he carries on his hip.
Releasing the whip, he tells the girl that she shall receive 3 lashes and after she receives each one she will respond to a question.
"Yes Maitre."
He watches as the girl trembles with fear and an entreating mind of what she will be asked. The first lash is made. She cries out.
"Why are you here?"
"Because it is where I belong Maitre, this is home."
He lashes her a second time and asks, "What does that collar represent to you?"
Sou bends deep at the second hit, immediately taking place standing straight again, she thinks of the tight collar around her thin neck, of the permanent yet delicate way it stays there, reminding her of her place.
"The collar Maitre, is both my way to show my belonging here with pride, as it is to remind me at all times of who I am. "
Maitre Aquiles goes hard for that 3rd lashing and asks , "What does submitting to a Master mean to you?" He folds the whip back onto his hip.
The third lash achieves taking tears out of her eyes, the pain being immense. Her thoughts blurr and she struggles to put her thoughts together.
"Submitting... it means finally being allowed to be myself Maitre, able to take care of you Masters, to be the proud object of your lust and control... it means trust... it means caring... it means... everything to me Maitre," she says and goes on crying, tears running down her cheeks.
Pleased by her answers he grabs her by the hair and moves her to the red seat. She is barely able to stand anymore, but follows the direction Maitre Aquiles is giving her in total trust, despite her weak knees and legs, her dizzy head.
As he places her , he unzips his pants and outs his cock to work the girl. Sou immediately recognizes the so specific scent of a man's cock very close to her lips, her lips parting without having to think. He possitions her and drives his cock deep inside her welcoming mouth as she stretches out her tongue, reaching for it. Hitting the back of her welcoming throat, her hair becomes a handle as he drives his cock deep and hard inside her. She gags on his proud cock, feeling it growing harder and harder down her throat.
"Her second hole has now been used," he announces , reaching over and parting her ass cheeks with his hand as she lifts her bum. His skilled fingers search for her third and last hole. Finding it ...he presses on and his finger enters her ass as he prepares it for his manhood.
In a synchronized way his cock and his finger penetrate her last remaining holes, as her ass seems now ready. He moves her over and penetrates her like a knife does butter. Her tight ass welcomes his hard cock.
Sou fills the room with a shout of surprise, slight pain and immense pleasure as her ass is finally taken as well, spreading her legs wide so Maitre Aquiles can access her fully and with her juices running down her leg she welcomes a Master inside her, bringing her back he slams her down.
She lays her face sideways on the cushion, still drolling as a swift smack goes across her tender ass.
"Who do you belong to girl? Who?" he demands and slaps her ass again.
"I... I belong to Roissy Maitre... I belong to you all... I belong to the community."
"Never forget that, as you will never forget that we shall care for you but also use you at will."
Her thighs are covered in her generously leaking juices. She struggles more and more to speak, an rare and powerful heatwave building up. "Never Maitre, I shall never forget..."
As he mounts her he bilds up a load just for her. She sends up her ass to meet his thrusts, taking him deep. Going deep as possible he unloads his seed inside her tight ass that welcomes every drop. She brings her legs together, making her ass even tighter.
Pulling it all the way out, a gasping sound is heard as he penetrates her again and he drops the last drops of his load inside her.
He brings her back up barely being able to stand as she fights for her balance. He guides her to his Brother, handing her to him and sits.
"Thank you Maitre, thank you so much."
"Thank you, Aquiles," acknowledges Maitre Thomas and gently pushes her to her knees. "Relax sou."
She obeys the silent order, going down her spead knees as he unties the blindfold....and turns her around presenting her too all. Sou has to close her eyes, the sudden burst of light hurting her, yet she adapts fast.
His brown eyes...alight with joy...speaking in a clear voice .."Everyone, I have the pleasure to present, look upon our amazing new Demoiselle, Sou"..tugging her leash up as she slowly opens her eyes again, running her look across the room.
Maitre Thomas smiles....and tugs her over to face, Maitre Rene, who stands and looks the gathered crowd, and smiles, seeing the many loyal members, thanking them for the support they have shown Sou today as she became the newest Demosielle at Roissy Val d' Oise.
Maitre Rene smiles and looking down at her, says, "It is an honor to be here and share this memorable occasion with Sou and famille members. It does my heart proud to see so many of you present this late in the evening, or early in the day. Sou, It is a pleasure for me to congratulate you on your path. You are like a butterfly that has broken out of the cocoon, and is is now ready to spread your wings. Today, you have shown true submission to the Masters of Rossy Val d'Oise. As your training continues, so will your growth in submission. I look forward to seeing that growth. I congratulate you once again and look forward to your success as you continue your path."
Juliette Surrealdreaming
Roissy Journaliste
*Photos courtesy of Xana
