Tara's Demoiselle Initiation
WHO Tara Applemoor
WHEN Thursday, Mar. 14, 2019
WHERE Chateau Library
MASTER OF CEREMONIES Wick NewStart
PROTECTOR Damien
2ND DOMINANT Loki
MENTOR Venna Althouse
DOORKEEPERS Alisha
Syn Ma daor
Sombre
By Siahnn, Roissy Journaliste
Photography by Xanadue Xue
Master Wick watched the seats and cushions filling up with people greeting each other and said quietly, "Damien please go escort the girl to the tower to wait."
"It will be an honor, Wick. Be back shortly," Sir Damien got up and left the crowded library.
Looking around the room at all of the wonderful sisters that we have joining us today, Master Wick directed, "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."
Hearing Master Wick's words, Xanadu lifted her arms, unclasped her top and placed it under the chair while Siahnn undid her top and shrugged it off, laying in neatly beside her.
"The precious cargo has been delivered," Sir Damien announced, nodding in approval as the Sisters bared their breasts.
Alyss chuckled, "Heh, it sounds like code for some secret mission."
"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." Master Wick addressed the crowd before turning to look at the Debutant's mentor, "Venna, would you please have the girl brought here from the tower and present her to us, the Dominants of the Château?"
"Yes, Master Wick, my pleasure," Venna said with a smile, rising and tidying her gown before heading off to get the lovely victim... erm, sorry, Deb to be Dem.
The Master of Ceremony informed the crowd that the ceremony would be starting shortly, a hush falling over them as Venna led Tara into the room, announcing, "Maitres, Maitresses, Masters, Misstresses, Sirs and Roissy family, may I introduce the beautiful Tara."
Tara opened her eyes wide in surprise as she saw the crowd, gasping, "Oh my!"
"Come, dear," Venna instructed her mentee, "Kneel by Master Wick, my sweet."
T H E C H A L L E N G E
Master Wick smiled as Tara was brought into the room, "Thank you, Venna." He glanced at the girl kneeling before him, "Such a beautiful girl you have brought before us today."
Venna smiled and went to her cushion.
The Master of Ceremonies looked down on the girl, watching her closely as she kneelt before him. His softly spoken words carried through the room, "Tara, you were brought from Samois by your mentor today. 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?"
"Yes, Master, I am here of my own free will," Tara replied.
"In the novel of the 'Story of O', as René so generously gave O to Stephen for additional training, so you will now 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," Master Wick continued. "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."
Tara listened carefully, took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, Master, I vow to serve all with passion."
"It is with great pleasure that I collar you to the House of Samois, Tara, I know that you will wear it proudly." Master Wick then instructed, "Tara, please stand, face the group of Family that has gathered here on the day of your initiation. Remove your clothing and hand it to me. I will give it to Venna who will keep it safe for you."
"Yes, Master," Tara said as she rose and turned to face the people in the room. She kicked off her shoes and then hesitates for a moment, blushing as she pulled off her top, dropping it on top of her discarded shoes. She peeled down her panties and stockings and dropped them onto her top.
Once Tara's clothing was removed and passed to Venna, Master Wick placed his hand on her shoulder. "You are in good hands," he said, sliding a collar from one pocket and slipping it around her neck where he fastened it securely. "Turn and face me."
Tara gulped as she felt the collar locked around her neck and felt a chill race up her spine. She turned back to the Master with her eyes cast down.
Master Wick slipped a leash from his pocket, 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 tugged lightly on the leash to ensure it was secure. Firmly gripping the leash, he moved closer to the girl, saying in a calm voice, "Do not fear what is about to happen, but rejoice in the fact that you are serving the dominant members of our community with your service."
Tara trembled slightly as she listened to his words, "Yes, Master, I will try to rejoice."
T H E D I S C I P L I N E
"Tara, O was punished in the 'Story of O' and you will be as well. Then i will pass you to my brother dominants to be opened," the Master of Ceremonies stated to the girl.
Tara tensed at the talk of punishment, "Yes, Master."
Master Wick sat down on the edge of the chest, pulling the girl over his lap. He retrieved a wooden paddle from beside it, gripping it in his hand and drawing back, bringing it to land against one bare cheek then the other.
Tara yelped as he brought the paddle down on her sensitive bottom, feeling pain exploding there.
Master Wick pulled his hand back again, bringing the solid wood to soft skin again in rapid slaps, landing the strikes squarely on Tara's rounded bottom.
Tara whimpered and squirmed in his lap as he continued to punish her. She bit her lower lip to try to keep silent when he rained blow after blow on her bottom.
Bringing his hand to a stop and leaning in to kiss her cheek, Master Wick asked, "Tara are you holding up alright? There is more to come, but I need to know how you are at this moment before I continue."
Tara felt tears rolling down her cheeks but noddded slowly, "Yes, Master, I am holding up okay."
"Then we shall proceed," Master Wick said with a nod, pulling his hand back and swatting the left cheek three times, then the right three times. Each time, the wooden paddle reddened the skin more. The Master looked at Tara's rosy bottom and smiled, confident she would feel this paddling the next day.
Tara howled as he started to paddle her again, feeling fresh pain shooting through her body.
Master Wick ran the wooden paddle up the back of her legs and swatted her bare behind one more time, solidly holding the paddle in place, moving in small circular motions, caressing the pain into the skin, before laying the paddle aside.
Tara whimpered as she felt the paddle scraping over her abused flesh, felt her bottom burning from the spanking.
Standing and helping her rise to her feet, holding her on one arm, Master Wick asked, "Tara are you able to walk?"
Tara rose to her feet on wobbly legs and steadied herself, "Yes, Master, I think I can walk."
T H E P R O T E C T O R
"Damien, she has taken her punishment well. Please proceed with her opening," Master Wick said, leading Tara over to Sir Damien.
Tara opened her eyes wide in surprise at the Master's instructions to the other Dominant.
Seeing Master Wick approach with Tara, Sir Damien rose and accepted the leash attached to Tara's collar, saying, "Thank you Wick. A fantastic paddling, if I may say so."
"Thank you, Damien," Master Wick nodded and returned to his seat.
Sir Damien smiled down at the new girl before him and observed, "Excellent work so far, Tara. I have to say, your bottom has taken on a wonderful hue, and you have shown us your ability and willingness to serve us with your pain. While that is certainly an enjoyable enterprise, your new role as demoiselle of Roissy allows you to please us in many... other ways, as well. Are you ready to serve me in any way I see fit, for my own, or our mutual, pleasure?"
Blushing at his question, Tara cast her eyes down and answered, "Yes, Sir, I wish to serve you to the best of my abilities."
Brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, Sir Damien said, "Wonderful, Tara. Let's keep this simple today. Sit on our trusty ottoman over there, as is the tradition, and get ready to show us all how you can pleasure a Dominant with your mouth. I've been holding off, and you are lovely, so it shouldn't be too difficult."
Tara felt her face turn crimson at his instructions, but obediently sat on the ottoman.
Kneeling on the ottoman, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his erect cock, the faint fragrance of sandalwood cologne and leather wafts from Sir Damien's frame. "First, use your tongue only. Ease me into it," he instructed.
Tara sucked in her breath as she saw the huge thing before her face, but obediently snaked her tongue out of her mouth and tentatively fluttered it over the tip of his cock.
"Mmm, exactly. Down the side of my shaft too," Sir Damien encouraged her.
Tara ran her tongue around the head of his cock and looked up at him questioningly before moving her tongue down the left side of his cock and then back to the tip, repeating her actions on the other side.
Feeling the tickling sensation, Sir Damien took a deep breath. "Don't forget my balls. I know they're kind of tucked away in the trousers still, but if you can get at them..." he sugggested.
Whimpering softly at his command, Tara reached into his pants and cradled his balls in her palm. She slid her tongue down his cock again and then fluttered it over his balls as she tugged them forward a bit.
"So good, Tara, now, you may begin to take my dick in your mouth," came Sir Damien's soft command.
"Yes, Sir," Tara looked up at him, wide-eyed, and then looked at the huge cock again, wondering how it will fit in her mouth.
Sir Damien instructed, "Start slowly, my dear. Try the head."
Tara placed her lips on the head of his cock as if kissing it and then parted her lips slowly as she pushed her head forward. She feels his cock sliding over her tongue and deeper into her mouth.
Sir Damien shuddered suddenly, throwing his head back a little, his hand going instinctively to the back of her head, but ently. "Good, now work it up and down, suck me harder," he encouraged the girl.
Tara fluttered her tongue along the length of his shaft, bathing it as he held her by the head. She sucked on his cock as she bobbed her head up and down on it, feeling it banging into the back of her throat occasionally.
"Fuck... yes, demoiselle Tara," Sir Damien gasped out. "Now you may use your hands as well, as you see fit, freestyle."
Blinking at his words, Tara wondered what she could possibly do with her hands. She reached up and experimentally wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft, pumping it slowly as her lips continued to glide up and down his cock.
"Exactly, exactly," Sir Damien said eagerly, his words becoming shaky with passion.
Tara looked up at him with his cock between her lips as she sucked harder, fluttering her tongue over the tip each time she got to the top.
"Yes, faster Tara. I'm... I'm not going to last much longer," Sir Damien groaned. "Will you be able to swallow my cum? There... might be a lot..."
Tara blushed at his question and nodded with his cock still between her lips. She braced herself for the flood and wrapped her lips tighter around his shaft to try to collect it all.
Sir Damien tossed his head back, a silent cry, no longer able to restrain himself. His balls twitched and throbbed as he unloaded, spurting into her mouth, again and again. Shaking, he poured his hot cum out between her lips.
Tara opened her eyes wide again as he erupted in her mouth, feeling her cheeks puffing out from the volume of sperm flooding her. She gulped as fast as she could, swallowing his cum as he continued to spurt into her mouth.
Finally, after what feels like ages, Sir Damien slipped out of her mouth and stood slowly, catching his breath. He tucked his cock away and directed, "You may rise when you are ready, Tara."
Tara stood again. Feeling his sperm dripping down her cheeks and chin, she reached up and tried to wipe her face clean with her arm.
"Tara, fantastic job," praised Sir Damien. "I must now pass you to my friend, Loki, for the final stage of your initiation ceremony. I will take you back at the end, for your aftercare."
"Yes, Sir Damien," said Tara. "Thank you for helping to initiate me."
T H E 2 N D D O M I N A N T
Handing the leash to Sir Loki, Sir Damien took a seat by the fire.
Sir Loki stood and took off his jacket. He looked at friends and family with a nod, and took the leash. "Thank you Damien, perfect start with a beautiful girl." He turned to Tara, looking at her face, smiling as he touched her hair. "You are doing great." He then asked, "Are you doing ok?"
Trying to wipe her face again, Tara nodded, "Yes, Sir. I am doing fine. Although I apologize, I am sure that I look like a mess now."
Turning her, Sir Loki admired the red bottom that matched the room and nodded warmly, "You look perfect. Even now there is time for you to change your mind. Do you wish to serve the dominants of Rossy as a demoiselle?"
"Oh, yes, Sir," Tara avowed. "I want to serve very much."
"It is my job and pleasure to open you vaginally and anally, to show your willingness to all. Are you ready and willing to continue then?" asked Sir Loki.
Tara took a deep breath and noded, "Yes, Sir, I am ready. I do not have any experience with that though."
"Very good." Sir Loki reached to hold her chin for a minute, looking at her. His hand slowly brushed over her shoulder, then down her body as he looked at her, feeling his body responding to her beauty. "I know this is all new to you, but you just need to be willing and try." He directed, "Please, sit on the ottoman."
"Yes, Sir," Tara nodded and turned back to the ottoman again.
Unzipping his pants, Sir Loki pulled his nearly erect cock out. He leaned forward, looking into Tara's eyes as he stated, "Remember, you are to focus just on me now, and you are not to cum until I tell you to. Understand, Tara?"
Looking at the cock with close to sheer terror, Tara nodded, "Yes, Sir, focus on you. Don't cum. I understand."
Taking her shoulder and leaning her back on the ottoman, Sir Loki reached to touch her pussy, stroking fingers along it to see how ready she was after Damien. Watching her face, he informed her, "First, I will open you vaginally, beautiful."
Tara tensed as he touched her sex, feeling his fingers gliding over her petals. She blushed again as she realized how wet she was already. "Yes, Sir, I understand," she told him.
Growling as he felt how wet she was, Sir Loki took his cock, feeling how hard it had become just from feeling her, looking at her. He slipped the tip just inside her, a stroke then out, rubbing her juices from his tip along her opening.
Tara trembled as she felt the tip of his cock moving along her petals and pushing slightly into her. She felt her entire body tingling in anticipation of what would happen to her next.
Sir Loki looked down at Tara, one hand gripping her arm as he thrust his cock deep into her in one smooth stroke, opening her fully before pausing one second.
Tara squealed as he impaled her, feeling a quick flash of pain surge through her belly. She moaned as his huge shaft stretched her and filled her completely.
Sir Loki felt his body come alive as her tight opening hugged him, the smell of her sex rising. He started to thrust as his eyes held hers.
Tara looked up at him through half-lidded eyes as she felt his cock penetrating her over and over again, feeling unfamiliar thrills through her body.
Groaning, Sir Loki stretched her open, spanking her in a new way. His hand cupped one breast, squeezing as he drove in harder.
Looking down, Tara saw his fingers sinking into her breast as his cock pounded into her sex. She squeezed her pussy around his shaft, pulsing it instinctively as he claimed her sex.
Sir Loki paused, then pulled out with a little grin. "You feel too good to stop this, but also I have a different delightful job to do. Turn over for me," he instructed as he took her arm and helped her turn so her bright red bottom stuck up in the air for him.
Brow furrowed in confusion as he pulled out, Tara obediently flipped over with a "Yes, Sir." She felt very vulnerable with her bottom sticking up.
Taking a bottle of thick oil from his pocket, Sir Loki bent her over. Coating his index finger in the oil, he stroked her tight puckered opening, coating it then slipping the tip of his finger inside. "Yes, squeeze then relax, you are doing perfectly," he coaxed her.
Tara squealed as she feelt his finger probing her bottom, "Oh, Sir! What are you doing?"
Removing his finger, Sir Loki took his rigid shaft and coated it in more of the oil before slowly slipping the tip inside her, then out, and back, slowly going deeper. "Mmmm, you are perfect," he said.
[09:25] Tara Applemoor groans as his cock pushes into her bottom, feeling as if he is splitting her in two
Sir Loki leaned forward and whispered, "Reach and stroke your clit as I take your ass. I want you to get yourself ready to cum with me. Do you know how to do that?"
Panting as she tried to adjust to the huge thing in her bottom, Tara panted, "I know what my clit is, Sir" She reached down and touched her sensitive little button, rubbing it experimentally.
Sir Loki started to thrust deeper, cock sliding through her tight ring of muscle, making him groan, "That's right. Stroke yourself. Feel it make your body sing."
Grunting as he kept pushing deeper into her, Tara kept rubbing her clit, feeling little butterflies fluttering in her belly.
Beads of sweat forming on his tensing body, Sir Loki pulled her red ass to him, pushing to the base of his thick shaft. He reached to take a handful of her hair, pulling it, commanding, "Faster, love."
Tara howled as his cock fully impaled her, feeling her belly cramping from the huge monster buried in her body. She felt him gripping her hair and started to move herself on his shaft. Her belly started quivering as the flashes of pain mingled with her arousal to push her toward her orgasm.
Sir Loki growled again as he felt his body tense, wanting to cum. His hand pulled her hair tighter as he leaned in to whisper, "Get ready, I want you to cum for me in five more thrusts."
Tara winced as she felt pain in her scalp and belly from the cock impaling her over and over again, seeming to thrust faster and faster as me moved her closer to her climax.
Looking up at the room, at his brothers and friends, Sir Loki started to let go, thrusting hard four times. As his body slammed into her tender ass again, he leaned in to whisper, "Now, cum for me."
Tara felt his body tensing and stroked her clit a few more times before squealing as her body erupted in orgasm.
As his cum filled her ass, Sir Loki pulled her body against his over and over, taking sharp breaths. He moaned, "Oh fuck! Yes!"
Tara's eyelids fluttered as her orgasm continued to wrack her body. "oh Sir! What just happened?"
Sir Loki ran his hands over the smooth curve of Tara's back as he relaxed and slowly pulled out. He reached for a cloth and cleaned her, then himself before taking her hand. "Perfection happened," he answered her question. "Are you able to stand?"
Tara rose to her feet and swayed back and forth, grasping his arm to steady herself. "Yes, Sir. I can stand, but don't move away from me yet, please," she entreated him.
Sir Loki helped Tara to a stand, supporting her for a moment. He smiled at her, leading her by her leash and passing it to Wick as he announced, "In the presence of our Roissy family she has been fully opened, and has pleased me in all I asked. I recommend her highly." He turned and took his seat.
T H E T I T L E
Tara stifled a smile as she listened to Sir Loki's kind words, while Venna smiled proudly at her mentee.
Master Wick stood and took the leash back, noting the submissive was all hot and sweaty, but smiling. He pulled the girl closer and turned to the dominants, Loki and Damien, saying, "You, and her mentor, Venna, have prepared this girl well for service to the dominant members of our community. On your knees, Tara." His grip tightened on the leash as he placed her before him.
Tara dropped to her knees quickly and looked up at the Master.
"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,"
Master Wick announced to the crowd. "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 any 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, Tara," Master Wick continued. "You have proven yourself worthy of being called a Demoiselle of the House of Samois 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, Tara"
Tara turned and smiled proudly, even as her blush spread to her chest.
T H E F I N A L E
Venna was the first to cheer, "Congratulations, Tara, I am so very very proud of you Demoiselle Tara!"
As the cheers and congratulations continued to pour in from the crowd, Tara called, "Thank you. And thank you all for being here for this important event."
Master Wick waited for the congratulations to die down a bit then turned to her Protector. "Damien, please take this lovely new Demoiselle and provide for her aftercare."
"Right away. Come with me Tara. Let's get you washed and relax together," said Sir Damien.
Feeling a bit lightheaded from all of the congratulations, Tara turned as her Protector spoke to her, saying, "Yes, Sir."
"Treat her well and take good care of her," Master Wick said to Sir Damien. "She is in your charge now for aftercare."
"Look after her, Sir Damien," said Venna. "Have fun, Tara."
"I will, Venna, have no fear," Sir Damien smiled around the room as he took Tara's leash calmly and led her off to the aftercare room.
Master Wick addressed the family and friends gathered together for the initiation. "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 that keeps our community strong. Thank you, Sombre and Alisha. Never wanna forget the doorkeepers. Sisters you may redress at this time."
He concluded, "I want to thank each and everyone of you. Without the Dominants and submissives Roissy wouldnt be home. It would be a sim empty. Also, thank you to Rene' and to the admin team for all they do. I believe we are done..
