Ivy Demoiselle Initiation
October 16, 2016
A Demoiselle initiation ceremony is at hand!
Please join us as she is brought forth to serve the Dominants of Roissy Val d'Oise.
* Members only event
* Formal attire required
* Please be respectful and do not initiate a scene during this time
When: Sunday, October 16, 2016
Time: 5 PM SLT
Where: Chateau Library
Propriétaire et Maître De Roissy Val d'Oise René
VdO Superviseur: Maitre Dusty Caldera
"Blue," said Maitre Dusty as everyone had settled in the Chateau Library. "Would you please retrieve the girl from the tower and make sure she is properly prepared for this initiation. She will be wearing cuffs. "
Blue Rises, straightening her dress in a reflexive action and pushing back some stray curls on her head. "Yes, Maitre, it will be an honor to bring her forth." Off she went.
Maitre Dusty turned to those assembled.
"I want to address a couple of issues that are probably running around in everyone's mind since the celebration of our lovely Xanadu reaching the O level. During René's speech, He stated that we are a BDSM Sim. This is very true...... if you aren't into the lifestyle yet, you will learn about it while you are here and you WILL begin to practice it. If you are here just for the occasional sexual encounter, you might as well move to one of those places where all they do is sex."
Blue returned with with the nervous but beautiful girl behind her -- and stands before Maitre Dusty and the other Dominants. "Maitre Dusty, Maitresses, Masters, Mistresses, Sirs, Misses, it is my honor to present to you the lovely Debutante Ivy. She kisses her mentee's cheek lovingly. "Ivy, my sweet, kneel here before Maitre Dusty." She watches her with great pride as she proceeds back to her cushion.
Ivy kneels slowly in front of Maitre, feeling the soft carpet beneath her.
"Welcome Ivy.....kneel on the cushion before me please."
"Yes Maitre"
He looks down at the girl, In a beautiful pink lingerie set "Ivy, This is your initiation...... you have come here of your own free will and wish to progress to the next level of your training. Do you still wish to do proceed?"
Ivy looks up at Maitre as He speaks..."yes Maitre, I do "
He nods down tot he lovely girl in pink..."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? It's not too late to change your mind.""
She appears to listen carefully to Maitre's words...knowing their significance and nodding as she speaks. "yes Maitre" ivy says with soft eyes as she looks at Him..."I will do as needed to ensure the comfort of the Dominants of Roissy...I will not change my mind"
He nods at the affirmative answer, reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a soft leather collar, then reaches down to lift the girl's chin, slides the soft collar around her neck, fastening it behind her neck with a smile and pride "It is with great pleasure that I collar you to the House of Samois, Ivy. I know that you will wear it proudly."
Ivy lifts her chin as Maitre slips on the collar, she straightens with pride nodding yet again at his words..."yes Maitre" she says almost in a whisper, filled with emotion as he leans forward, testing the leash to make sure it is not too tight, sliding my fingers slowly along her cheek and lifting her eyes to mine "During this initiation, you will remain silent. You are allowed to respond to questions only when you are asked, you may emote your feelings, but you will keep your focus entirely on the dominant under whose control you are. Do you understand that?"
She licks her lips when Maitre speaks of her being silent and she nods now since He had requested that of her...but gives him a simple reply, "yes Maitre" she says as he attaches the leash and tugs gently on it.
"This initiation is not about you and the gathering of friends.. This initiation is about you demonstrating your submission and your willingness to serve the dominant members here tonight."
She nods, knowing what that meant...as a submissive was to be submissive after all...she smiled at the thought looking up at him. He bends over and reaches down, attaching the leash and slipping on the cuffs over each hand, gripping her fingertips and pulling it toward me, tightening each cup until it is snug. She sits there docile , watching every move Maitre makes.
He reaches down and grips the leash firmly at her neck and lifts her from the cushion, dragging her over under the chandelier in the center of the room and grabs the girl around her thighs and lifts her to the chandelier...... making sure that her cuffs are firmly secured to the Iron bars above her, Fully supporting her slender weight.
Maitre Dusty slides out a short whip.....About 2 feet in length with small split tendrils at the end, just enough to sting a bit, looking up at the girl helplessly hanging from the chandelier and noticing her ass a clear target as I pull out this whip and snap it a couple of times. Ivy flinches with each snap of the whip...Ivy strains to look around as she hangs like a piece of ham from the chandelier.
Hefting the whip in my hand, and looking up at the helpless girl above me, I repeat my self "Ivy, you will serve each and every dominant member in our community as they desire.... " Then snaps the whip softly against her upper thigh
She was surprised that it hurt, she had never been whipped...she felt the sting on her thigh as Maitre spoke...she answered quickly so he would stop..."Yes Maitre! I will..I will!"
He reaches reaches back with my arm, fully flexxed this time, and lets it fly, whizzing through the air and landing on her ass cheeks with a resounding *SMACK* and notices that the tendrils of the whip are beginning to fray and snap at the thin material on her body.... but continues relentlessly with additional strikes from the whip, laying each one firmly across the fleshy part, noticing the red marks beginning to build with the succeeding blow of the whip
Ivy squeals in pain , realizing now that it can hurt worse...she wiggles her body to move away from the whip but it was no use...she felt a welp rise on her body each time the whip struck her soft skin...bites her lip and clenches her hands together despite hanging from her wrists...tears fill her eyes but she doesn't cry
He pauses a moment, running the short falls of the tool slowly up and down her thigh, teasing the soft pink flesh that in some spots is turning a bright red.... And tugs firmly at the thin cloth now ripped to shreds between her thighs, pulling it up around her waist to give me clear access to her soft derrière As I continue to deliver additional discipline to this lovely girl with a **SMACK**
He smiles of my handiwork as the latticework of red lines works its way across to her ass and upper thighs, nodding to myself "this is what you are in for, my dear, immerse yourself in the pain, find the pleasure as it transitions through your soul...knowing you are serving a dominant"
Ivy closed her eyes, feeling the pain worsen...she flinched each time feeling her skin burn, her soft wet lashes closed as she tries to make it through the pain, whimpering although she knows he will not stop because of her desires.
Maitre Dusty looks up at you, swaying from the chandelier, Backside now read with deep welts from the whip, The shreds of her lingerie still hanging loosely from her body but protecting not even her modesty anymore "You are now collared to the House of Samois, and you will take your direction from them...." Then reaches up to lift her body up enough to loosen the cuffs from the chandelier, and lowers her down against me pulling her close to steady her and drops the leash nearby and turns to her, Sliding my hand into her blonde hair, gripping a handful firmly ""You have borne your discipline well..... Now let's see how well you do when you are used in other ways" then slowly drags her over to her protector, Sahrin...
Ivy was lifted down and she wept softly, but wiped her tears as she heard Maitre's comment about her now belonging to the House of Samois...a slight smile curled on her lips as she stood next to Him...but kept her eyes downcast.
Witnessing Ivy endure the discipline meted out by Maître Dusty, thoughts turned to the next phase of her initiation. Setting the cane down against armrest of the chair… Rising and moving to retrieve Ivy. Stepping forward to accept her leash from Dusty., nodding knowingly toward his fellow Dominant. A smile crossing his lips. "Thank you Maitre."
"Sahrin, my friend....This girl has endured the discipline while.... User at your discretion.
Nodding respectfully to his colleague as he accepts the leash..looking into her eyes warmly
Ivy sniffles, looking up at Sir Sahrin, she stands there in front of Him, searching His eyes.
"As a protector, having watched her intently throughout her discipline… using her leash, to slowly draw her closer… wrapping one arm around her, fingertips placed at the small of her back. Then softly grazing where she had been struck, while the other moves up her arm, shoulder, neck then to her face, caressing her cheek. Fingers sliding over her ear and tucking the hair behind. Only then slipping his fingers toward the nape of her neck and gently grasping a tuft of hair. Slowly tugging downward, tilting her eyes upward toward his. Looking to her to determine her well-being… Moving his lips near her ear... And whispering almost inaudibly... "You have done well thus far" nodding imperceptibly.
Ivy loved the leash...and loved it when Sir Sahrin used it to pull her closer...her cheeks flushed with color as his hand roamed over her skin, first her arm then shoulder before it paused on her pink cheek...she leaned into his hand and then felt his warm breath on her neck as he whispered and she smiled at his words.
With that, his free hand travels downward. slowly slipping the straps of the négligée over her shoulders. Then downward, over her breasts, hips and thighs.. Allowing the remnants of the négligée to fall to the ground and helping her step out of it. As he does so, slipping her shoes off. As fingers glide up her thighs…. Two fingers placed at her entrance , slipping between her folds. his palm directly against her clitoris. slowly making circular motions with his fingers, then very gently and slowly slipping them within. First one then the second. Throughout, resting the heel of his hand against her clitoris.. Holding her in place… Then whispering.. "are you prepared to move forward?"only when he hears her response will be slowly slip his fingers from between her thighs.
Ivy felt the fabric pool around her feet and His hand travel downward, sliding over the swell of her breast, over her wide hips and then between her legs..She didn't know Sir Sahrin and when his fingers began to explore between her legs, she lowered her head, knowing she was on display with a room full of people, but his hand kept her focus and she could only whimper, feeling weak...At times she wanted to run but he held her there and she nodded her compliance, lifting her blue eyes to look into his.
Smiling broadly… and drawing her toward the Ottoman... Settling her backward, facing forward. Caressing her cheek and placing his fingers at the base of her chin. With a thumb rubbing across her lips...Speaking in a considerate yet authoritative manner… "There are many forms of service you may provide to those of us of Roissy, you have beautifully endured the punishment that may come with such service… Now, you will share yet another with me" Taking a deep breath and gauging her resolve once more.
She was startled when he stopped and drug her along on the leash..she stumbled again but when she caught up with him, he pushed her onto the ottoman, the whip marks fresh and painful as she sat on them...
The thumb that had been placed against her lips would subtly press inward. Looking into her eyes and nodding. Glancing downward toward his trousers, extending his hips forward as if to guide her next actions. Lowers the zipper. Stopping there… Waits for her... "You may continue... display for us your willingness and desire to not merely be a recipient… But to, in a positive way, provide that which is sought after and expected" inclining his gaze approvingly… Subtly nodding.
Ivy stood there with his thumb inserted into her mouth...she stood there and looked into his eyes listenign to his words as she lowered herself onto the ottoman and encircled her hand around his cock, reaching inside his pants through the zipper. She brought his manhood to her lips as her hand slid up and down on it...her wet lips then opened to take him in...her saliva wetting him down as she slides him in
Feeling her hands retrieve him, beginning to caress. Relaxing a bit more, sensing her desire. Feeling himself and his arousal growing further, already stoked by what had been displayed before him, more so now as she takes him in her hand, and mouth. Guiding the hair back over her ears and into a single strand with both hands, grasping that single strand of hair with one hand…. Moving with her as she continues. Hips now beginning to move forward and back. Rewarding her adeptness thus far with his own. Only then to pull away from her slightly. "Tell us of your acceptance, your submission. It is not sufficient to merely endure… You must yearn for it. Make it a part of you"
Ivy sucked his cock...her mouth milking Him as he rocked his hips back and forth...his words a blur as she tried to please him, her wet tongue swirling around the shaft, sucked his cock...her mouth milking Him as he rocked his hips back and forth...his words a blur as she tried to please him, her wet tongue swirling around the shaft as it slipped in and out of her warm pleasing mouth. She wiped the wetness from her lips as the cock was pulled with a popping noise from between the grip of her lips..."I accept Sir my submission"
Returning himself within her once again has she commits more eagerly to her task… allowing himself to relax a bit further. Feeling her hand, tongue and mouth Sensing her hunger within… Feeling his release impending… Back arching a bit and muscles tensing… Breathing growing more shallow. Finding his preparation for release greatly accelerated. With her additional effort… her eagerness moving him to release. Once done would slowly slip himself out from between her lips.
She listened to the sounds up above her, as he came closer to release, feeling his cock pulse in her mouth before she felt the warmth of his seed fill her mouth, flowing over her tongue, his satisfaction heard as his cock slipped easily from her mouth...
Retrieving the handkerchief from his lapel pocket. First wiping himself, then placing himself back within his trousers. Reaching down and taking her by the arms gently, helping her to her feet. One hand held at the small of her back..., drawing her closer before wiping the contours of her lips with the handkerchief, only to place it within her palm, closing her fingers tightly around it and tapping her hand.
She smiles at the care Sir Sahrin takes when handing her the cloth, helping her to stand up, closing the cloth in her palm
Gently directing her forward toward Dark... "She is yours to conclude my friend" before sharing a reassuring gaze... Handing the leash to his colleague.
Sir Dak smiles to Sir Sahrin as you pass me her leash, "Thank you my friend"
Ivy tags along, eyes downcast as she reaches Sir Dark..but not before seeing the reassuring gaze
Sir Sharin eturning to his seat, confident that his colleague will conclude well
Sir Dark smiles warmly at Ivy as I take a firm grasp of the leash and draws you close to me. Lets my hand graze lightly over your left breast and looks into your stunning blue eyes before drawing you over to the ottoman.
She feels the strong tug on the leash and follows Sir Dark submissively, feeling the touch of his hand on my breast, I wait to please Him.
He guides you one to the ottoman and positions you precisely as I please making sure that your back is nice and straight and your head is up for all to see
She follows Sir Dark's lead and allows him to place her on the ottoman, looking up at Him a bit unsure as he runs my fingers through your hair lightly and then down along your back, stroking your soft skin lightly. Reaches down further to find your lovely ass, stroking each cheek, feeling your softly skin and the warmth that has built up from Dusty's strikes
She kneels on all fours on the ottoman as Sir Dark 's hand slides smoothly over her soft skin...stopping on the bared buttocks that took the brunt of the whip earlier...she could only imagine the marks that covered her skin...and flinched when he touched one of them.
He runs the tips of my fingers up and down along the crack of your ass and smiles brightly as I pause to admire how lovely your ass truly is. Glides my hands along one of the welt marks on your firm ass, "Did you go to my Work Shop Ivy"?
Her eyes grow big as she shakes her head, hearing Sir Dark behind her , feeling yet again his fingertips slide between her butt cheeks...she answered as she slightly turned to look backward...'No Sir Dark.." she says softly
He chuckles lightly, "That is unfortunate. Perhaps they will schedule it again", takes out a small tube of lubrication and squeezes out some onto my finger. Runs my finger along the crack of your ass applying the lube to your tight hole, "You can never use too much lube"
Her eyes widen further as Sir Dark chuckles and she feels the coolness of the lubrication as he spreads it on her small hole...she flinches , her ass unprotected and raised high in the air as she kneels on all fours...waiting....He smiles softly as I admire your well lubricated ass. Unzips my pants and slips my cock, strokes it a bit to make sure I am nice and hard. Rubs the tip of my cock between your thighs and up along the crack of your ass. Slaps your left cheek with my cock.
Ivy hears the zipper behind her, and turns her head to look backward again and then squeals softly when she feels your cock slap her rounded butt cheek...squealing from fear more than any actual pain...
He runs my hands over your ass again, caressing each check. Pauses for an ihn just to admire it. Places my hands on your hips, holding them firmly and presses my hard cock against your tight little hole. Slowly slides myself into you, pauses as needed for you to relax and accept me. Keeps working myself into you until I am nice and deep
"Aiiiiiieeee!", ivy squeals in surprise as Sir Dark's thick cock pushes into her ....she trembles as she tries to hold steady on the ottoman, her body rocking back and forth as her breasts sway to the rhythm of each stroke...she feels like his cock is touching her belly button.
He moans softly as I start sliding in and out of you, my cock starts to throb already. Reaches up and grasps your hair pulling it tight, using it for leverage to pull myself deeper and deeper with each thrust
She hears Sir Dark's moans of pleasure as he used her body for his pleasure...over and over his thick, hard cock invading her tiny hole as his hand gripped her hair, riding her like an animal...she squealed in pain, her body not used to being used there, feeling his cock throb in between her butt cheeks.
He growls with passion as my excitement grows. Starts fucking your ass harder, taking you for my pleasure, gives your ass a good firm spank, "Make me cum girl", thrust myself into you deep, holding myself there another ihn before driving in and out of you hard
Ivy was battered and beaten as Sir Dark continued to fuck her ass, his cock now slick as it slid in and out ravaging her...his growls of passion felt as his hand slapped her ass cheek, like he was riding a bull and was determined to show he owned it......she moaned too and whimpered as He used every inch of her, her body weak beneath him.
He tosses my head about, moaning loudly as I fuck your tight ass, feeling it milk me well.. Drives into you deep and hard, holding myself there as I explode violently, filling you with my hot cum.
She heard your cries of passion as your body hovered over her naked flesh and felt your hot cum fill my now fully stretched hole....wetness everywhere as you kept up your rhythm sliding in and out and some of it spilling out....your cock finally softening when you were done.
Sir Dark pulls back and zips myself up. Helps you up off the Ottoman and whispers in your ear, "you are a good girl Ivy", leads you over to Dusty. "She has done very well Dusty", passes you her leash
Ivy lifts up and follows Sir Dark , watching as her leash is passed back to Maitre Dusty...she smiles at Sir Dark's words before he goes
Maitre Dusty takes the leash back , pulling the girl onto the cushion before me "Thank you gentlemen for breaking this girl in" and reaches down to slowly stroke her soft hair, tilting her head up to slowly look into my eyes, seeing her submission still in her, willingly ready to give all that she has, all that she can to our community, "Ivy, you have accepted your role as a demoiselle attached to the House of Samois, you have endured the discipline and use by members of our community.
Ivy lifts her chin as Maitre speaks and she nods at His words, his hand touching her hair...the soft ache felt deep within her
He smiles "Your submission is complete and clear. You have given yourself to this lifestyle and demonstrated your willingness to serve us gladly and without reservation. I am sure you will continue to provide wonderful service to us.
Sir Sahrin reaches over and taps his colleague Dark on the arm… Nodding affirmatively
Ivy wipes a tear from her eyes, hearing Maitre's words...she nods happily...
Maitre Dusty turns back to the gather ing of family and friends "Today you have witnessed not just the passing of a debutante to her new role of demoiselle but you have witnessed the blossuming of a new flower in our garden of lovelies. Each submissive that we have in our family is just as impoertant as the next. We as dominants are the gardners of them, teaching them the ways of being a good and obedient submissive, knowledgable in may ways and skilled in service. It is each of your responsibnilities to nurture these 'flowers' through effective roleplay and discussions.
Yes Maitre...I will , she says softly...as he holds the leash
If we simply pluck them, he states, failing to understand the depth and complexity each submissive soul is capable of providing us, then we fail to truly enjoy the beauty of them.
Ivy smiles at the true meaning of what Maitre is saying
Maitre Dusty pauses a moment to let my words sink in "Yes, we are a BDSM sim as Rene mentioned but it only continues to be a great sim if we all do our part toward helping each member reach their full potential both as dominant or as submissive. We will begin weeding our garden to remove those only interested in gathering 'bouquets' of our flowers and not nurturing their journey into their submission, seeking only those who are truly interested in helping our girls to grow and flourish in this environment.
"Sexual intimacy as a small part of a scene is a wonderful and very pleasing component but it is only satisfying when both parties are satisfied with the scene." He smiles back to the lovely demoiselle "You, my dear, have well-earned some rest and aftercare. Please everyone join me in congratulating our newest demoiselle, Ivy..."
"Congratulations" erupt in the Chateau Library, and when they finally subside, Maitre Dusty looks out over the crowd "WE ARE DISMISSED! Have a great night everyone!"
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