Syndra Demoiselle Initiation

Syndra Demoiselle Initiation

February 22, 2015

Please Join us for a Debutante Initiation @ 9AM

Please join us  for a Demoiselle initiation ceremony at Roissy Val d'Oise.

* Roissy Val d'Oise 'Members Only' event
* Formal attire is required
* Please be respectful and do not initiate a scene during this time 

When       Monday  2/22/2016
Time        9:00 AM - 11:30 PM SLT
Where     Château Library

Propriétaire et Maître De Roissy Val d'Oise René
VdO Dom Superviseur: Maitre Dusty Caldera



When Maitre René entered the room, he stopped before his chair and said, "Bonjour famille, Welcome friends," and inreturn was greeted by Sir Quiet, Karli, Master Nol, Trot, Maitre Dusty, Juliette, Sir AJ, Swan, Lisalynn, Sir Dekegy, Sir Mack.

When it quieted, he turned to Master Nol, who instantly stood and stepped forward as Maitre René announced,  "Famille, please join me this day in congratulating the achievement of Nol receiving his Maitre tag, Congratulations my friend, your Maitre title is well earned and a pleasure to give you."

"Congratulations Maitre Nol!" echoed around the library by Maitre Dusty, Xanadu, Malana, Karli, Juliette, Trot, Sir Quiet, Maitre Turner, Swan, Sir Mack, Sir Dekegh, Sir Sam, Mira.

Maitre Nol smiles and head turns red, "it is an honor to become a Maitre of Roissy val d/Oise."

René smiles back.

"Thank you Rene and all of you supporting me", said Maitre Nol. He looks to  Maitre Dusty, "I heard you have been informed so thank you for agreeing."

Maitre Dusty applauds for our new Maitre...."Now the real work begins," he said and grinned.  

"Real work?" echoed Maitre Nol, smiling. "I am nothing else as real."

Maitre Dusty smiles....."Congratulations," he said again, as Sir Mack  says loudly "We'll see in a weeks time!"

Maitre Nol takes the tag and steps back as Maitre  René  takes his seat and settles back to observe the ceremony.  He looks at Dusty and nods to proceed with the initiation.


The Demoiselle Initiation


Maitre Dusty stood before the assembly, a huge smile on his face.  "What a wonderful way to start a day...." he began.  "Congratulations Maitre Nol.... And now we will get on to why we are all here.  Welcome to everyone, and thank you for joining us for this wonderful event today, We are so proud to have you here for this occasion."

Maitre Dusty Caldera turns to look at the girl's mentor "Trot, would you please have the girl brought here from the tower and present her to us, the Dominant men of The Château."

"Yes Maitre Dusty, with pleasure," she replied and stood carefully, moving quickly and confidently out of the room, lowering my gaze respectfully as i pass by Maitre Rene and Maitre Dusty.

It was not long before Trot returned. She paused for just a moment at the doorway, hearing the girl beside her taking a deep breath, squeezes syndra's hand, turning to whisper in her ear, "You will do great." She smiles warmly and encouragingly to her and moved  into the room and turns to face those in attendance.

Trot Mistwalker looks to those gathered, " Maitre Rene, Maitre Dusty, Maitres, Masters and Sir's, Ladies and Gentlemen may i present Debutante syndra who is eager to continue her path as a Demoiselle, i have every faith in her, confident that she will be judged to be worthy of service."

Trot Mistwalker turns back to the girl kisses her forehead softly and said, "Please kneel on the cushion before Maitre Dusty."


The Punisher


Maitre Dusty Caldera smiles and looks to his right as the girl is brought into the room and placed on the pillow before him. "Thank you, Trot."

"Your welcome Maitre Dusty."

Keeping her eyes lowered, she said, "Thank You Maitre", turns with a soft proud smile at the girl, returns unobtrusively to the assigned cushion, slipping to her knees.

Maitre Dusty casts my eyes upon the girl, watching her closely as she kneels...."You were brought from Samois by your mentor today and by your own desire you wished to come here to be seen and to be initiated to serve all the Dominants of the Chateau."

She looked up to Maitre Dusty in admiration... "Yes Maitre."

Maitre Dusty watches the girl as she kneels demurely on the pillow before me anticipating what is coming next for her initiation"Are you here of your own free will and willing to embark upon this new exciting path as a demoiselle?"

She gave Maitre Dusy a confident nod... Yes Maitre I am ready and willing.

He asks with reverence "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 the Samois and to ensure the comfort of all those who would require your service?"

"With sound resolve she answered... Yes Maitre Dusty, I am here of my own free will and commit myself to serving the dominants of Roissy in an capacity."

Dusty Caldera looks at the beautiful debutante, and asks one more affirming question "It is not too late to have a change of heart and walk away from this if you wish, Syndra,  Would you care to change your decision?"

She looked up into his face and slowly shook her head... I wish to be here Maitre Dusty, this is my destiny. He smiles reassured that she is indeed ready to become a demoiselle for the House of Samois  "I will now collar you to the House of Samois and soon you will be initiated to serve all the Dominants of the Chateau" as he leans forward towering over the girl, a fresh new collar in hand and wraps the collar around her slender neck, snapping it closed with a very audible *CLICK*, locking it in place then leans back up...."You are now collared to the House of Samois, girl."

Maitre Dusty leans back up, looking sternly into her eyes, speaking in a strong commanding voice "You must prove your worthiness to be able to serve the Dominants of this Chateau, Do you understand this or have any objections?"

I fully understand Maitre Dusty and I have no objections. I place myself in the hands of Roissy.

He turns to the audience in the room "Syndra has declared that she is willing to serve as a submissive for House of Samois. She will serve all of the dominant men of the Château and is willing to prove her loyalty and dedication to that purpose during this initiation." He reaches down to fondle the girl's soft hair, trailing a finger over her delicate ear then looks down into the girl's eyes, taking a deep breathe and gives her her first command "Syndra, rise and turn to face the room, then remove these clothes that cover what you must give to the Dominants, and as you do, thank everyone for being here in your support and thank the Doms for allowing you this opportunity to prove yourself, then turn back to kneel before me."

"Yes Maitre Dusty." She tuned out the sights and sounds about her and focused on the task ahead. She took a deep calming breath, leaned over slightly... grasped and released the garter clips holding her stockings. Her fingers reached around and worked the hooks at the back of her corset, released it to fall at her feet. She carefully placed her palms against each thigh and rolled the top of her hose down the length of each leg, placed them on top of the little pile of lingerie.  She gracefully leaned over and quickly scooped the pile up to drape it on the edge of the ottoman. She straightened her spine, lifted her chin a notch and tucked away as much anxiety as she could manage.

Maitre Dusty admires the girls grace and poise as she slowly removes her clothing revealing a beautiful and slender body, ripe and alluring

She turned, smiled at the group of amazing men and woman that sat about the room just before she said...Thank you goes out to my mentor, Trot, who has been just amazing ((hugs)). And thank you to all of the wonderful people that helped me with my log, participated in my initiation and steered me back on my path when I needed it.  I am grateful to Samois House, especially Gillian. This sim is filled with strong, intelligent, active individuals and I thank Maitre Rene for making it all possible.

He smiles.....and listens to the soft words as they leave her lips, watching her then return to kneel before me and slips a leash from my pocket, a relatively lightweight short length but certainly symbolic leash of her submission and willingness to serve, clipping it firmly to her collar, then tugging lightly on the leash to make sure it is secure. He reaches back into into my pocket pulling out a blindfold, and securing it around her head blocking the view of the events about to unfold.....whispering to the girl "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."

Maitre Dusty grabs the leash tightly and grips it rather firmly, leading the girl to the center of the room, preparing to bind her hands with a Cats paw bondage knot. She swallowed, took a deep breath and followed. He  pulls a meter long length of rope from my pocket and wraps the center of the rope loosely around my fingers, creating a small loop, then continuing to twist the rope around the fingers two more times until I have two loose loops, Then pulling the loops together side-by-side, slipping the loops slowly over her left hand, tugging the loose ends firmly to take out any slack, placing the two loose ends against her palm for her to hold "grip these tightly for a moment."

He retrieves another meter length of rope, repeating the Cats paw knot process of wrapping the rope around my fingers to twist the rope around itself forming two loose loops and sliding the two loops over her right hand this time, placing the loose ends to her palms to hold. He  tugs lightly on the ends of the rope to firm up the knot, taking care that the knot is not too tight up against her wrist, slipping my index finger under each knot to make sure it is firm but not too tight to cut off circulation

Maitre Dusty looks to the post near the doorway to the bar and, leads the girl by her leash over to it, gripping tightly the loose ends of each of the Cats paw knots, tying each to the post next to her.
Syndra (syndraoffinwe): She watched, shuddered as she was secured to the post... knew what was coming next. He speaks in a rather direct and firm tone to her, "I will now test your ability to withstand some pain.   You will only feel the implement as it strikes your tender skin, allowing you to fully absorb the impact and the resulting pain is a courses through your body."

She couldn't see him, but could feel the tension in the air, knew a strike was ready.

Maitre Dusty tugs the leash a bit tighter , wielding the crop in my other hand and speaks briefly to the family and friends gathered here  "The locking of the collar around her neck, is awe-inspiring for the new demoiselle; hearing the unmistakable snap of the leash and the tug of a master's strong hand as he leads her can set in trembling unlike ever before."

He continues on "To then face the grim reality of the Master who wields a whip, flogger or other disciplinary tool can make one excruciatingly nervous.  Both hearing and seeing the object smack the girl's delicate skin, see the skin redden, the welts raised, to hear her screams and watch the tears stream down her face causes all to hold their breath and can be quite the exhilarating experience."

He retrieves a 18-inch crop of firm design with a loop of thick material on the end, resembling a looped strap for impact effect.  Slowly rubbing the cool crop across the full width of the girls butt, letting her familiarize herself with the feel and texture of the crop itself.

He swings the girl around so that her backside is facing me and taps the crop to the warm flesh a couple of times, Slighting it slowly over the smooth pink skin about to be reddened by the smack of the crop.......then rears back slowly with full arm rotation and brings the crop down firmly across her smooth cheeks, delivering a firm and solid blow against her body. with a loud ***SMACK***

She couldn't help but cry out as she was turned about, body tense. The first blow struck her tender skin and created a searing pain that caused her to suck in her breath. Her legs trembled and she tried to gain her balance in the dark.

Jerks the leash even tighter, tugging her head back towards me as I pause a moment to allow the full stinging effect of the crop to sink in, "This is a taste of what you will do to serve the dominants of Roissy Val d'Oise with all your being, girl" and waits for her soft response"

She gasped as he jerked on the leash, pulled her head back... Yes I understand, I am ready to serve in this way Maitre.

Maitre Dusty raises my arm back once more, letting loose with a firm swing of my arm, landing the tip of the crop firmly back on the soft firm cheeks of her backside, drawing the crop slowly across the smooth expanse of her cheeks, and preparing to deliver another blow and  watches the crimson welts beginning to rise from her smooth tender skin, the redness spreading over the full length of her cheeks, the soft jerk of her body as each blow makes it stinging debut upon her soft skin, crimson lines drawn by the body of the length of the crop as it had its severest Impact.

Her body convulsed as the crop made contact with her flesh yet again. The area becoming numb, itching, tinging, burning all at once.

Maitre Dusty delivers several more firm solid impacts with the Inflexible crop, the snap of the soft leather at the end slapping sharply against her soft skin.

She cried out in agony, her body writhed as the Maitre continued to whip her backside with the crop. Her flesh felt gnawed, ripped, burned. She gripped the ropes as tears slid down the front of her flushed cheeks.

He waits a moment more after the Impact of her discipline here at Val d'Oise sinks in, the sting penetrating deep under the skin as the redness appears suddenly on the surface, then rallies back to strike you once more, her body unable to anticipate contact because of your blindfold, Only the swishing sound as the crop moves through the air reveals its intended impact.   Reaching out to firmly rub my fingertips over the smoothness of her cheeks, feeling the heat now emanating  strongly from her  warmed  ass.

Maitre Dusty drops the leather crop to the nearby floor and reaches up to wrap an arm around the girl's waist, lifting her a bit as I loosen the Cats paw knots from the post, freeing her from the bindings and lowering her body and slipping off the knots from each wrist, massaging them gently to improve the circulation.

He looks deep into her eyes as I hold her briefly, watching her as she relaxes a bit, taking care not to put any pressure on her welts, and slowly lowers her back to her knees in front of me, reassuring her that she took her discipline very well.

Maitre Dusty drags her slowly over to the  other, Handing off the leash to Mackenzie....." I think she's had enough of the discipline for the moment, I want you to give her a little bit of that pleasure feeling now"

She wiped the tears from her cheeks and accepted the support of the Maitre.


The First Opener


Maitre Dusty hands the leash to Sir Mack.

"Thank you Maitre Dusty" smiling and nodding respectfully, taking the leash and attaching it to his holder. He  turns to the girl with a wry smile

She looked up to Sir Mackenzie her backside throbbing with pain.

"Come child, kneel on the ottoman"

She did as instructed, the fabric of the ottoman rough on her aching buttocks.

Sir mack watches her sit very very gently on the ottoman as instructed and looks deep into her eyes, a smile slowly spreading accross his face, fire in his eyes "You did well for Maitre Dusty.  There is a ying and a yang to everything.  For where there is pain, there must surely be pleasure.  And this...." He chuckles.  "Is your pleasure moment."

He eaches down to release himself from his pants and spreads her legs a little wider.  She looked up at him and then down to see the bulge appear between his thighs... his thick cock brushed up against her inner right thigh and her vagina clenched.... She gasped at how easily she had been aroused.

"I have been given the honour of opening you, continuing your final jouney before you leabe Debhood and enter the realms of Demoiselle"

Syndra glanced about the room, the excitement of other watching creating a warm coiling within her groin.

He pushes her gently onto her back, and gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before reaching below, taking his shaft in his hand, rubbing against her swollen aroused pussy lips and gently inserts himself into her, beginning a slow steady rhythmn, as she eagerly wrapped her legs about his hips and used them to pull him closer, give her leverage as he rocked, moved in and out of her saturated, velvety channel.

Her hands moved to her breasts and she stimulated them, tugged the nipples as he increased his pace.  His rigid shaft, filled and stretched her...bumped up against her cervix with each thrust.

He builds his pace to a deep steady rhythm, feeling her inner corridor embrace him and stroke his shaft...looks he deep in the eyes ans smiles a reassuring smile, his tip nudging her cervix with each deep motion and  feels the welcoming grip of her around his manhood and growls low, whispering "you are doing well"

Her breathing deepened, became erratic almost frantic in nature as that delicious feeling began to mount... promised pleasure, ecstasy. She met his thrusts, moved against him in an animal like manner, oblivious to the others watching as he continues the assult on her sex, pounding her harder and deeper feeling that familiar fizz deep within him build.  Glares down at her and hisses "and now Girl......my final gift to you"

She suddenly grabbed hold of the front of his coat, her body became rigid... a low, guttural moan eased from her throat as her climax ripped through her aroused, perspiring body.

Sir Mack grunts through gritted teeth and forces himself deep inside her, hilting inside her fragile frame and holding himself there with all his body weight, his shaft erupting long streams of his life giving seed deep within her, feeling it splash back off her cervix and pooling around the suction her inner channels have on his pulsating manhood

He continued to ravage her over and over... her climaxes came rapidly... one, two, three until she was spent, shaking from the intense sensations.  She looked up at Sir Mack, the evidence of his duty seeping from her womb and down her right inner thigh.

Panting for air, he withdraws slowly from her with a satisfying squish, the cocktail of theit juicesglistening in the glow of the fire.  "You will now serve Sir Sam....and you will do it well"
Mackenzie Abbot (charliereid78) stands and walks to Brother Sam, holding out the leash to pass to him "Brother...."

"Yes Sir Mack," she said.  She gave him a nod and worked to gather her senses. He looks over his shoulder at the girl

"She is your pleaseure now."


The Second Opener


Sir Sam stands up, nodding silent... a slightly smile with bared teeth. Syndra looked up to Sir Sam, uncertainty on her features as he  walks up to syndra, his face calm "stand syndra"

Yes Sir Sam... She moved up and off the ottoman to stand in front of him as he  walks to stand in front of her he speaks again, place your wrists crossed behind your back and  wraps her leash around his palm once... then reaches out to grasp her ponytail, pulling her head back firmly.

She gave him a nod and proceeded to cross her wrists behind her back.  She closed her eyes as he grabbed her hair, winced and gave a small cry out.

He leans forward his lips brushing against her exposed neck, he inhales her scent before speaking in a calm tone... "why are you here syndra?"

She shuddered as his lips touched her skin, his hand gripped and tugged her hair... I am here to serve the dominants of Roissy Sir Sam, in any way that they desire.

He nods; speaking again " you are here to serve... and you made your choice this morning.   The thingt that resonated strongly with me about O's story is she made choices... and in making her choices she pleased Rene and Sir Steven.  your choice pleases me... as I'm sure it pleases all the dominants of our community...

Yes, I made  choice to be here... know this is where I belong.

Today I will open your body in ways that the vanilla community may not understand; but that too pleases me.   During this time I freely give you permission to find what pleasure you may... but understand that your pleasure is'nt what we as dominant need.... We desire your submission to our will, to our desires....

He releases her hair finally, his hand dropping to grasp the side of her neck

kneel on the ottoman

Yes, Sir Sam... She turned slowly and walked to the ottoman as instructed.  She positioned herself on all fours and lifted her head. He  directs her body as he choses, pushing her down to her knees, he uses his hands to spread her legs wide, arching her before standing infront again

She looked up at him, her backside aching... waited for instructions.

Sir Sam unzips his trousers, his cock semi flacid from confinement but a little precum on the tip.   "Serve me with your mouth" and  steps forward his cock now within reach of her lips

She steaded herself on the ottoman, lifted herself up so that her face was in line with his hips... Yes, Sir Sam it is my duty and honor to serve you in such a way as he  presses his hips forward forcing his cock into her mouth, his hand on the side of her face

She lifted her left hand, allowed her fingers slip up under his testicles to stroke and massage as the bulbous, velvety head of his cock entered her damp, cavernous opening.

He closes his eyes gently, his cock hardening within her.  he grasps her head and starts short thrusts to bring him to full hardness, which her  fingers circled tightly about the base of his shaft and moved the skin as her lips, tongue caressed, sucked... pulled him deeper.   He was warm in her mouth, his after shave permeated the air and is was rather soothing. The fingers of her right hand grasped his hip for leverage as her left continued to move... her mouth continued to fuck him earnestly.

He grasps her head, again taking her hair into his hand, moving her head back and forth.  he starts to thrust deeper into her mouth, bumping against the back of her throat and  reaches down with his other hand to her ass, he starts to rub her anus lightly

Her slow gag reflex allowed him to go deeper and even deeper. She jumped a little at the feel of his fingers against her anus, an area that had not been touched by a man. He  reaches further down to her slick moist pussy, dipping his fingers into her to moisten them he starts to press his finger into her ass once more... he grunts as she's very tight and clenched;   feels her throat take him into her, he feels the build of his own climax... he resists

Syndra softly gasped around him as his moist fingers penetrated, stretched her anus... the feeling foreign, but not unpleasant she realized. He  pulls out of her mouth...  he walks around behind her as his hands continue to prod her ass, feeling her gently opening to him.  Her hands fell to the ottoman and gripped the edges... she knew what was expected. She lifted her backside, spread her thighs a little wider and shut her eyes tightly.

Sir Sam stands behind her; his cock glistening with her saliva and his anus now (at least partially) prepared... he removes his fingers and presses the tip of his now hard cock against her rosebud and presses forward

relax little one... it will be easier

Her teeth clenched as she gave a slight nod, gripped the ottoman a little tighter as she felt the head of his cock move just inside her small, tight, muscular opening.  It was foreign, painful at first and she found herself panting to ease the discomfort.. try to relax.

He murmers softly as her body submits.  as he enters her he holds his cock partially in and starts short thrusts,.  he grips her hips and pulls her back onto him with each movement and  feels the start of his own climax building, her mouth already taking him so close he clams her ass, sliding in and out, the tightness of her taking him rapidly to the edge,  reaches down once more and grasps her hair, pulling her back as he cums... he grunts with each pulse.... 

She bit the inside of her cheek as he moved deeper, the taste of blood salty in her mouth. She moved back against him, determined to please him as any submissive would do. She felt him tense, his cock swell... fluid burst inside of her.

He leans forward now... he kisses the back of her head lightly... "good girl"

She was filled with relief, pleased that she had followed through. She gave herself a moment to recover, gather her thoughts. He  gently pulls out, he pulls out his hankerchief to clean himself off before tucking his cock into his pants.   he gently moves the girl to a kneeling position and moves to stand infront of her, he now smiles looking into her eyes.  She looked up at Sir Sam, her expression hopeful that she had pleased him well.

Sir Sam moves a hand to the side of her face, gently caressing he speaks.... "Dusty, I am pleased with this one... I think she will serve us well"

She sat quietly, her gaze shifted to Maitre Dusty as he sat in his chair.

Maitre Dusty stands and takes the leash back from Sir SAM, noting that there is a well-used submissive all hot and sweaty but smiling at the other end, yanking the girl closer and turning to the initiating dominants "I do believe the three of us have made her realize what an exciting and arousing experience that service here at Roissy Val d'Oise can be." then turns to the girl...."You have done well, Syndra... proving yourself worthy of being a demoiselle."

Sir Sam now bends down and kisses the back of syndra's hand.

Syndra smiled up at Maitre Dusty and gave him gentle smile.

Maitre Dusty gets a little tangled up in the leash, then  tightens my grip on the leash and leads her used and sweaty body over to René, placing her in front of René, 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.

"René, we have given this girl a taste of the discipline she will endure is a submissive here in Roiissy and taken this lovely debutante and opened her for use by the dominant men of the Château and find her completely acceptable and recommend for her to fill the new role of demoiselle."

She moved to the cushion and looked up at Maitre Rene.

 

Mira

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