Tzeitel's Demoiselle Initiation

WHO                                         Tzeitel
WHEN                                       Monday, June 23, 2018
WHERE                                     Chateau Library
MASTER OF CEREMONIES      Wick (WickNewstart)
PROTECTOR                             Dusty Caldera
PARTICIPATING DOMINANT  Opie Fallen
MENTOR                                   Gillian Gemini
DOORKEEPER                          Gretel
 

by Brianna Marie, Roissy Journaliste
Photography by Dove

It was a warm summer morning as Tzeitel was brought from Samois to the Tower to await her initiation.  The Protector of the day, Maitre Dusty, returned to the Library, his first task of the morning complete as Master Wick started the ceremony.  He looked around the room at the wonderful sisters present that day "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."  Many of the lovely Sisters in attendance did so, most with a delighted expression or sigh of relief as they tucked their tops away with a smile.

Master Wick continued "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."  He turned to look at the debutante’s mentor, Gillian as she smiled and turned her head to meet his gaze.  "Gillian, would you please have the girl brought here from the tower and present her to us, the Dominants of The Château. I am sure she is nervous and anxious to join all of us here."  Gillian rose gracefully “Yes, Master Wick.” then moved quickly to the tower, her hips swaying gently, her heart fluttering for Tzeitel.

Master Wick looked up as she returned to see the wonderful Gillian enter the room with the debutante of the day. Tzeitel took a deep breath as she stepped forward into the room, seeing many bodies, but the faces a blur. With her heart pounding fast in her chest, she knew she was amongst friends, but suddenly she’s caught in a deja vu, her head spinning. Sucking in a quick shallow breath, almost gasping at the thought but knowing it’s simply not possible. She faltered a little on her stiletto heels in anticipation of what was to come, wiggled a little, then braced herself, catching her composure and stepped toward the Master leading the proceeding. Gillian led her beautiful mentee into the Library and took her hand, giving it a soft encouraging squeeze then placed a soft kiss to her cheek. "Masters, Mistresses and Dominants, I present to you, Tzeitel" then stepped away and knelt on her cushion.

Wick smiled as Tzeitel was brought into the room, "Thank you, Gillian.  Tzeitel, please take your place on the cushion before me.”  Dusty felt his heart catch as his Tzeitel walked into the room in such splendor.  Tzeitel turned, standing before Master Wick, quickly looking over to her Master and smiled weakly knowing his guidance had brought her this far, then turned her gaze to the Master she stood before.  Looking straight into his eyes and biting her soft full lip, she reached her hand upward to the clasp on her cape, undoing it deftly, wiggled her shoulders slightly and felt it drop to the floor.  As she heard a gentle thud, she carefully lowered her gaze and placed her hands submissively behind her back.

T H E   C H A L L E N G E

Gillian leaned forward gathering her robe, folding it neatly then placed it next to her and gave Tzeitel a warm loving smile.  Tzeitel smiled softly and nodded, kneeling gracefully on the pillow and gently wiped her hands on her legs as she rested, back straight looking at Master Wick. “Such a beautiful girl you have brought before us today Gillian, as all of our Roissy submissives are.”  He looked down on the girl, watching her closely as she knelt before him “Tzeitel, you were brought from Samois by your mentor today and by your own desire you have come here to be seen and to be initiated to serve all the Dominants of the Chateau.  Are you here of your own free will and willing to embark upon this new exciting path?"

Tzeitel breathed deep and contemplated for a moment, a quick glance to Maitre Dusty, then returned her focus completely back to Master Wick  "I am here of my own free will and I am willing and excited to embark on this new path.”  Wick smiled and glanced at Dusty, nodding at Tzeitel's agreement.  "In the novel of the 'Story of O', as René so generously gave O to Stephen for additional training, so your Master offers you to the Roissy Val d'Oise community to serve and learn as you continue to grow in your understanding of your submissive nature.”  Tzeitel nodded with a smile as he went on  "Do you vow to serve with passion and with fire and enthusiasm, as we have all seen that you have, 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.”

Tzeitel replied in a soft but audible voice "I vow to serve with passion and fire and always enthusiasm, all the dominants of Roissy within my limits.  I wish to follow, direct and ensure comfort to all those who require it, within my limits, Master Wick.”  Maitre Dusty smiled proudly as she responded affirmatively to each of the questions, and as Wick turned to him, asking ”Is it your desire, as this girl's Master, to offer her to be of service to the House of Samois and its dominants?"  Tzeitel gently sucked in her lower lip and squeezed her fingers together nervously as Maitre Dusty looked to Tzeitel and then back to Wick "It is my desire that she offer her service to the House of Samois and the Dominants of this community."

Tzeitel gulped as Master Wick continued “As you wear your Master’s collar, so to shall you wear the collar of the House of Samois, both symbolic and a representation of your submissiveness and dedication to the Dominants of Roissy Val d’Oise.  Please rise, Tzeitel.”  She rose slowly, looking to Master Wick. ”Turn and face the audience as I slip the white lace from your body, revealing you to all those in attendance.”  He spoke with authority, Tzeitel’s form turning slowly as she looked around, everything a little blurry.

Wick reached under her arms and tugged gently at the sides of the lace down her body, revealing her soft skin to those watching.  Tzeitel shivered visibly, trying to let go of her modesty, moving her arms out of the way to assist him as he slipped the sheer fabric off her behind, folding it in half and handing it to her mentor Gillian. “Keep this safe, it’s a very pretty piece.”  Gillian took the slip of lace from him, feeling the warmth of her body still on it, then placed it neatly by the cloak as Wick told Tzeitel “Turn and face me Tzeitel, lift your chin please.”  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment as he reached forward and lifted her chin softly, slipping a leash from his pocket, a symbolic leash of her submission and willingness to serve, clipping it firmly to her new leather collar with a very soft **CLICK**, tugging lightly on the leash to ensure it is secure.

T H E   D I S C I P L I N E

Wick moved closer to the girl, firmly gripping the leash "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.” then moved to secure her on the post. Starting with her wrists first, clicking each cuff into place and tugging to make sure they were not too tight but tight enough that she couldn’t break free.  Leaning down, he attached the ankle bracelets next, ensuring again tightness but not too much as she looked up to Master Wick and smiled weakly "I am here in service, Master Wick," trying hard to catch her breath, feeling her stomach flip as she realized the implications of this moment.  She sucked in a breath as she felt the cold metal of the cuffs envelop her wrists and ankles.

Tzeitel flung her head so her braid draped over her shoulder as Wick reached to the back of the post, finding the riding crop, he squeezed it tightly in his hand. “Tzeitel I will strike you eight times with this crop. You will count each one out as I do, do you understand Tzeitel?” She gasped as she saw the crop, knowing it was not going to be pleasant.  Trying to breathe, she whispers at his question "Yes Master, I will count." She held her breath, and braced herself for the sting about to run through her body.  He delivered two resounding blows, the slap clear around the room.  As he drew back and slapped the leather flap across each bared cheek and saw the redness starting to form on her fair skin easily, Tzeitel cried out loudly, the sting arching through her whole being, gasping… taking a second  “One Master Wick!  Two, Master Wick!” as he struck her twice in succession.

Wick smiled, “Good Tzeitel, good…”  He murmured as he delivered three more quick rapid fire strikes.  She grasped the chains holding her in place so tight her knuckles grew white, and as she tried to catch her breath once more, the ugly sting of the crop reared its head on her pale ass. “Three, Master Wick. Four, Master Wick!” and almost gasping, gets out a “Five, Master Wick!”  She felt her lip shaking, nothing could prepare for the crop, the burn as the leather hits her sensitive skin, the pain coursing through her small frame as she braced for more.  He looked around the room seeing all the submissives that had been here before and some that may soon be.  He leaned forward and whispered in Tzeitel’s ear. "How are you doing? Still with me, pretty one?"

Tzeitel breathed deep, feeling his warm breath on her neck and nodded slowly "I can continue, Master Wick."  He nodded, “Alright, Tzeitel. We shall continue.” then flicking the crop harder than before, added two more lines across her reddened skin.  She swallowed hard, taking a deep breath.  Her toes curled as the pain hit her body again, her whole body arching trying to take it all in. “Six, Master Wick!” she cried out in anguish “Seven, Master Wick!”  He smiled once more, “Alright, Tzeitel, one last and then I will free you from your cuffs.”  He drew back and smacked the crop hard against her bare skin, making sure to leave a definitive reminder of today.

She nodded slowly, losing herself in the pain, feeling her body accept it, she shuffled a little and realized that she was damp on her thighs. She bit her lip hard, knowing nothing could be hidden as that last strike fell.  Her groan loud at the final strike, harder than the rest, the pain searing on her hot red ass, a tear running down her cheek. “Eight, Master Wick…” and with a final breath she whispered "Thank you."

Wick chuckled and sat the crop aside, leaning down, unlocking her ankle restraints before reaching for the ones holding her arms, holding her a moment to making sure she was steady on her feet.  She slid against the strong dominant as she got a feel for the floor again, feeling heady from the discipline.  He grinned as he held her in his arms “You alright Penguin? Feet steady again?”  Tzeitel looked at the Dominant and with a sparkle in her eye, she giggled and replied "All good, Master Wick."  Maitre Dusty chuckled at the pet name and smiled proudly at his Tzeitel as Master Wick tugged her leash and led her to her Master.  Tze looked at her Master and smiled softly, biting her lip again as Wick passed the leash “Dusty, she is in your capable hands now, my friend." then returned to his chair.

T H E   P R O T E C T O R

Dusty smiled as he was handed the leash, then nodded "Thank you Wick for disciplining this girl." He looked deep into Tzeitel's eyes "Are you okay and ready to continue?"  She looked back at him, her heart beating fast, her body writhing in the pain of the crop but she nodded slowly "I am ready to continue, Maitre."  He smiled to her and whispered, "The worst is over, my sweet lady." She nodded in return, with a sparkle in her eyes as he led her by the leash, his tight firm grip on it to the ottoman in the center of the room, standing her next to it and taking her into his arms speaking softly.  She reached up and held him close, her gaze locked upon his, trusting him so completely as she had for almost two years.

He smiled at her as he ran his hands slowly over her body, taking care not to touch too firmly in sensitive reddened areas. “Tzeitel, when we first met some 20 months ago, I felt new life and energy come into me. As we got to know each other well, I realized your submission was full and complete to me, that our souls intertwined to a point where it was indistinguishable where I ended and you began. The passion and the love that we share is simply amazing. My heart is full with you, and your submission total. I am honored.”

She felt a tear run down her cheek, so moved by his words, she took a deep breath and nodded. He continued "I wish to honor that service by sharing such delight as you bring as a demoiselle with the Roissy community.  I open you at this moment with love in my heart and hope that you will serve the members here as excellently as you serve me."  Tzeitel whispered softly in reply, "I wish to honour you Master with all of my being, and I promise to to honour you in my service to the community."  He kissed her with deep and loving passion, then lowered her to the ottoman as she kissed him back, feeling him press her down on the piece of furniture, her lips shaking.

Dusty squeezed her tight in his arms, lowering her to the ottoman, his foot kicking hers apart, spreading her body over the ottoman and moving in closer.  He smiled as he let her relax, his hands deftly moving over smooth silky skin as he relaxed and excited her at the same time, watching her eyes as they gazed back into his.  She groaned low and deep as he kicked her legs apart, revealing her so openly to the community and Dominants present, a thud in her belly as she continued her service.  He slid his hands slowly from her cheek to her shoulder, gently touching her as he moved his hand over her breasts and down between her thighs, rubbing over sensitive and heated bits of her.  Reaching down to unzip his trousers, he slowly pulled himself out with his other hand, freeing himself for her to enjoy.

She kept her focus squarely on Maitre Dusty, feeling her body respond to his caresses, her breasts heaving as she breathed and swelled at his touch.  Wiggling a little as his hands moved lower, she could feel the dampness on her mound as he pressed his fingers against her.  Hearing the zipper of his pants as he opened them, she looked down briefly to see him pull out his manhood, erect and large.  She gasped suddenly, surprised but not surprised, looking at him wondering if she should grasp it, she bit her lip as she moved her hand ever so slightly toward his crotch.  He gripped her legs firmly, taking care not to move her too quickly over the fabric of the ottoman as he spread her open, leaning over to kiss her tender lips, moving his kisses down over her full voluptuous breasts, across that warm flat tummy of hers, glancing up occasionally to her eyes as he made his way south, then sliding between her thighs, pushed up slowly against her, his manhood full and ready for this.

Tzeitel lost herself in his sweet tender kisses, forgetting about everything around her as he spread her legs open and slid them over his chest.  She moaned low and deep, her body ready to be taken and used as a Samois submissive. Maitre Dusty guided himself to that hot steamy mesh of soft delicate bits and opened her with his fingers, sliding the tip of his manhood into the wetness already there... applying more pressure to drive it between her delicate folds, his body arching to push deeper with each thrust against her.  He took care to ensure she was enjoying it, but still seeking his pleasure from her.

He gets into a more relaxed pose, a smile still building on his lips, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.  Breathing deep, he held her close, his hands sliding up around her waist to pull her more firmly against him, his body now thrusting fervently as it pressed against her, merging them together as one and driving himself deep inside her. Tzeitel gasped as he pushed into her hot wet core, stretching the opening to accept him.  She held her breath and remained still as he drove deep into her pussy, filling her with his hard, erect shaft, taking her more fully with each drive and thrust of his hips. Her hips thrusting up against him, moving intuitively as they found a rhythm in which he would find his pleasure.

She rolled her hips firmly against his pelvis, teasing him with it, she could feel his cock throb inside her as it got even larger, her head thrown back and moaning as she gave herself to him.  Maitre Dusty looked up into her eyes as he continued thrusting firmly, opening her hot little nest, feeling himself sliding deep as the moisture exuded everywhere, his heart still pounding as he took her, his spirit lifted with hers, his body merging with hers over and over again, so connected.

Tzeitel felt his drives grow faster and more urgent, but moving in and out with ease.  His cock was covered in her sweet nectar, driving harder as he took what was his, his gaze locked on hers as they fucked, her body glistening with sweat in the soft light and all that mattered in that moment was that she gave him pleasure.  He drove himself upward to get the right angle for both of them to maximize it, firmly gripping her body as he pulled it against him over and over, feeling his control unyielding… his body pulsing as he neared that crescendo of pleasure quickly approaching.

Tzeitel’s hip thrusts grew more urgent as she grasped her thighs and held her legs wide open, begging him to fuck her harder, take what is his, moaning out “Ohhh god…” loving that she could give herself so completely.  She closed her eyes for a moment, all she could hear was the sounds of their bodies merging as he stood and drove himself deeper into her body, forcing himself firmly against her and into her.  His hands reached down to squeeze and touch her breasts, tugging lightly on those nipples as he continued stroking deeper and deeper, so ready to explode, then felt that unrelenting release deep inside as he came inside her, that wave of pleasure washing over the both of them, her firm grip holding on, milking him.

Tzeitel cried out as he pulled on her pert, hard nipples, so sensitive, the tingle running down her spine as he drove harder, pushing her into the ottoman.  The rubbing makes her reddened ass burn more, driving her wild, loving the mix of pain and pleasure as she served.  She squeezed down on her pussy as she growled in delight, sucking the juices from his manhood, greedy to be filled by him. He let out a low moan when he released inside her, pleasure warming his soul, smiling from deep within at the pleasure he had taken and hopefully given to her.  Tzeitel continued to grind against him, wanting him to feel fulfilled and completely served.  She gazed up at him, eyes half closed and smiled with tenderness and joy.

Dusty slowly extracted himself from her, pulling gently, reluctantly.  Tucking himself back into his trousers, slowly zipping up, then helped her back up to her feet with a firm grip of her hand and a tug up back into his arms.  She felt him pull her into his arms and hugged him tight whispering "Thank you, Maitre."  He gave her one more kiss, wrapping the leash around his hand once more, "You did well, Tzeitel....and I'm so very proud of you for going this path, for wanting to understand your submissive nature better."  He walked her over to his brother Opie “She is yours to enjoy, Opie… May her service to you be as good as she is to me."

T H E   2 N D   D O M I N A N T

Sir Opie stood looking at the girl, a smile over his lips taking the leash, “Thank you Dusty.” as he handed it over, Dusty’s reply as he walked back to his chair "Enjoy, my friend."  Tzeitel gulped again, already feeling so utterly used, but looked from Maitre Dusty to Sir Opie with a nervous smile.  Opie looked at the girl, walking her before the group to  stand at the ottoman. “Stand before me, Tze, present yourself before the family.” She stepped around and stood before Sir Opie and looked up at him with anticipation as he looked at the marks on her skin, the fluids leaking from her sex. He looked to her, “This is your last opportunity girl to change your mind. Do you still desire to walk this path to serve the Dominants of Roissy without fail or question?”  She nodded slowly, firm in her resolution of service "I wish to continue Sir Opie and serve the Dominants of Roissy without fail or question, within my own hard limits."

Opie replied “It is my honor to be the first Dominant other than your Master to be served.” he looked at her, leading her back to the ottoman and setting her back down.  She nodded slowly and whispered "You are the first Sir Opie, and I am humbled." She felt herself pushed back on the ottoman, and looked up to him unsure what is to befall her next.  Opie laid her on her back pulling his cock from his slacks rubbing it over her lips, “Open girl, receive my hardness.”  Tzeitel’s eyes bulged at the sight of the cock suddenly pressing against her lips, parting them eagerly and tentatively flicking her tongue forward to taste him as he reached, tilting her head back pushing against her lips, his gaze on hers as the tip moves past her lips into her mouth.

Tzeitel felt him slowly drive his large member past her lips and teeth and press against the back of her mouth as he took her and opened her further for service to the community. She grasped her legs to steady herself, digging her nails deeply into the skin of her thighs while he reached his hand down, fingers moving over her clit as he slowly fucks her sweet warm mouth.  She groaned deeply and loudly in a muffled tone as his fingers found their way to her swollen clit, feeling it throb, her back arching upward, the moan vibrating over his cock as he drove it slowly in and out between her eager lips.

His sac lightly slapped against her as he varied his strokes to the back of her mouth, opening her throat as he pinched her clit, moaning at the vibrations her own sounds caused.  Tzeitel gasped as he drove his shaft down her throat, the muscles contracting and squeezing him as she fought back a gag. She could feel his balls banging against her head, growing dizzy with the aura and scent of this Dominant, her whole body shivering as he teased her clit and she fought hard to remain focused on pleasing and serving him.

Opie’s body began to tense as the waves built, the need to explode, the moment overwhelming, looking at her, “I'm going to cum, mmm!” He rubbed her clit harder then gripped her legs, using them to drive his cock into her mouth.  Tzeitel squealed as he rubbed harder, moaning as he grabbed her legs, bracing himself.  She felt his cock shudder, her heart beating fast, ready for him to feed her with his seed and claim her mouth for Roissy.

Opie let out a soft roar as his cock pulsed, jerking inside her mouth as he released waves of fun into her mouth and throat, his body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.  She sucked hard, trying to swallow all of his come, not wanting to waste a drop as she licked gently, squeezing his shaft as he fills her hungry mouth.  He drew his cock from her mouth, rubbing the tip over her lips, giving them a few light taps then smiled as he stood, zipping his slacks, body flushed, "Good girl, Tze." She looked up at the Dominant a little sheepishly and carefully licked her lips in return.

He reached down, helping her up and walked her over to present her to Wick. “I believe this girl has presented herself and will serve with passion and fire!” 

T H E   T I T L E

Master Wick stood, taking the leash back, noting the submissive all hot and sweaty but smiling as she bit her lip gently and clasped her hands behind her back, standing before Master Wick once more.  Maitre Dusty and Gillian both smiled proudly at Tzeitel at Opie’s endorsement while Gillian gave her a wink.

Tzeitel beamed at her Mentor and winked back, then looked to Maitre Dusty with a loving smile as Master Wick spoke to those assembled.  “Dusty and Opie, you and her mentor Gillian, have prepared this girl well for service by the Dominant members of our community."  He tightened his grip on the leash, placing her on her knees before me, "On your knees, Tzeitel."  She nodded and knelt on the cushion as a submissive of Roissy should while he continued to speak “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."

“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.”  Tzeitel smiled and nodded listening “But you did it, AND in record time I might add, you are an inspiration to all those that follow you in understanding your submissive nature and will.”  Tzeitel chuckled and blushed as Maitre Dusty nodded and smiled "She DOES know how to keep that nose to the grindstone, Wick."

Gillian chuckled as Master Wick added "Congratulations, Tzeitel, 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, Tzeitel.” She beamed at her dear friend Master Wick and softly replied "Thank you." then turned to Maitre Dusty with a big grin and mouthed "We did it!"

T H E   F I N A L E

The cheers erupted all about the room, well-wishes filling the air and once it had settled, Master Wick turned to her Protector, "Dusty, please take this lovely new demoiselle and provide for her Aftercare” to which Maitre replied “With pleasure, Sir." Dusty turned, giving Tzeitel a soft kiss on the cheek "Come with me, my dear." and slowly led her away to the aftercare room.  Once they had stepped away, Master Wick turned back to the audience "I want to thank each one of you for joining us here today and showing your support.  As René has mentioned, it is support that keeps our community strong.  Our wonderful Xanadu, are there any announcements for our community today?"

Xanadu smiled up to him “Thank you, Master Wick... Sorry, it’s going to be a bit lengthy.  First I’ll remind y’all, we have two sister events happening this weekend, and a Master's Ceremony.  Dominique's started yesterday, her VdO hunt, and ends on the 28th. Tonight, Sister Sadie will DJ from 6 to 8pm on the Rooftop, the theme is The Blues.  Then tomorrow is Dove's Movie Murder Mystery beginning at 11am, Smooth Sunday with Sir Jeff in the gardens at 3pm then later is Sir Cy's Master's Ceremony, and Sister Lark singing the gardens at 8:30pm.  I do hope y’all come and support them as they move to another level in our community.  Also a special thank you to Gretel for being at the door today for this initiation.”

Wick smiled then looked out to the audience once more “Thank you Gretel, and a huge thank you to all the admin and to Rene for providing us our home. Practice the pillars, remember SSC and to all in attendance: Have fun, live life to the fullest, be safe my friends. You are all dismissed my family, go enjoy RP and take care.”