We came back into the bedroom, and Carrie watched while I began picking

out her clothing. I asked her if she had a pleated skirt, and she

didn't. I asked her if she had any silk blouses, and she showed me three

blouses. One was just what I was looking for, it buttoned up the front

but had a ribbon tie at the throat. I had her show me all of the skirts

that went with that blouse, and I picked one that would come to just

below her knees. I told her to get a slip that she could wear under that

skirt, and she picked one and laid it on the bed with the blouse and

skirt. I picked out a pair of medium-high heels, but she complained that

they didn't go with that outfit, so I had her pick a pair she liked

better. Finally, I led her to the guest bedroom and had her select a

pair of sexy panties and a bra. Carrie asked if I wouldn't prefer one of

her new open front bras, and I told her No, we needed a conventional bra

for tonight.

Returning to our bedroom, I surveyed her clothes, then realized we were

missing stockings and a garter belt. By now she was dying of curiosity,

but she knew I wasn't going to tell her anything. With a frustrated sigh

she picked out a pair of stockings and a garter belt.

We only needed two more things. "Do you have any gloves?" I asked her.

She wanted to know what kind of gloves I was talking about. "You know,

not rubber gloves, not work gloves. Oh, what are they called, fashion

gloves, dress gloves?"

She laughed. "Fashion gloves, Master? Yes, I have a pair of fashion

gloves here somewhere." She rummaged around in a drawer and came out

with a long pair of white gloves.

"Perfect," I said. "One last thing, I'm not sure if we want to go with

the garter belt, or just a pair of garters. Do you have any garters?"

Muttering under her breath, she rummaged through some more drawers, then

came up with two different kinds of garters. One pair were wide and

lacy, the kind brides throw at their weddings. The others were simple,

flesh colored elastic bands. I pretended to think about it, then said,

No, we'll go with the garter belt." She shrugged.

"Maybe I could be more helpful if I knew what you were trying to

achieve," she said. I told her we had everything we needed, we could

proceed. She was starting to get frustrated. "Proceed with what?" she

wanted to know.

"Sit at your dresser while I brush your hair." I told her. She sat and I

began working on her hair. We both enjoyed this, and I was always

impressed at what a calming effect this had on Carrie. She was soon

smiling at me in the mirror and humming quietly. When I finished with

her hair, I had her turn around so I could apply a light coating of

lipstick. When I finished, I stepped back and looked at her. I said,

"You look fresh and lovely, perfect for a springtime walk in the park."

She just smiled and shook her head, and said this was getting more

strange all the time.

I told her it was time to dress. I put on her bra and adjusted her tits

the way she had shown me. Then I started to put on her panties. "I

always wore my panties over the garter belt," she said. I thought for a

minute about how the scenario would play itself out, then told her

tonight she would wear the panties under the garter belt. "Are we really

doing something here, or are you just trying to make me crazy?" she

asked. I just smiled and told her she would find out soon.

Carrie sat on the bed while I carefully put on her stockings. She stood

while I put on the garter belt, then showed me how to fasten it to the

stockings. Next I helped her into her blouse, buttoned it up, and tied

the ribbon in a bow at her throat. I helped her into her slip, and then

her skirt, then she held onto my shoulder as I knelt and put her shoes

on. Finally I put the white gloves on her hands, and pulled them up over

the sleeves of her blouse.

I stood back and looked at her, and I couldn't help laughing. She asked

if I was making fun of her. "Absolutely not," I said, "I just can't wait

for your reaction when you finally figure this out. It's going to be so

cool. Trust me, you're going to enjoy it."

I led Carrie to the floor mirror and had her look at herself. She agreed

that she looked nice. "Remind you of anyone?" I asked, grinning at her.

She shook her head. I led her to the bathroom, and told her she would

have to wait here for a few minutes. "When I come back for you, we'll go

for a walk in the park," I said. She shook her head again, and I closed

the door.

Fetching a short piece of rope and the video camera and tripod from the

basement, I put in a new tape in the camera, then set it up where I

wanted it in the living room. I adjusted the lights, checked the

viewfinder to make sure the camera covered what I wanted, then returned

to the bedroom. I dressed in a shirt, slacks, sport coat, and shoes. I

grabbed a pair of the plain elastic garters Carrie had shown me and

stuffed them, the piece of rope, and Carrie's blindfold into the coat

pocket. Then I took a small pair of scissors from the dresser and put

them in my pocket also.

Forcing myself to slow down, I tried to think if I had missed anything.

Of course! She needed a purse. I took a deep breath and went to see

Carrie in the bathroom. When I opened the door, she was standing exactly

where she had been when I closed the door. Her concentration and

discipline on occasions like this always astounded me. "Do you have a

purse?" I asked her. She told me where her purse was, and I told her I'd

be right back.

I walked up to her with a smile on my face, gave her a soft kiss on the

lips, and handed her the purse. I told her it was springtime, and we

were taking a walk in the park. I offered her my arm, and she put her

arm in mine.

We started walking slowly through the bedroom, and I commented on how

gorgeous the flowers were this year, and how nice it was that everything

had turned green again after the long winter. She was looking at me like

I was crazy, but then she decided to play along. She pointed out a few

birds and asked me what kind they were. I said I wasn't sure, but gave

her some bird names as guesses. While this was going on, we made our way

into the living room. I led her around the far end of the couch.

"This car belongs to my friend, Carrie." I told her. She gave me a quick

glance, thinking she must have misunderstood what I said or missed

something. I continued. "I've told him all about you. He's going to take

us for a drive in the country, won't that be nice?" I looked at her and

waited for her to respond.

After a long pause, she said "Yes, it's a perfect day for a drive in the

country."

I acted like I was opening the door to a car, then motioned for her to

get in, or in other words to sit down on the couch. I indicated exactly

where she was to sit, and I sat down close beside her. She hadn't even

noticed the camera until I reached out and switched it on. Introducing

her to the camera as if it were my friend, I said, "Carrie, this is my

friend Maurice. Maurice, this is Carrie, whom I've told you about." She

was really confused now, and I think a little scared that I might have

flipped out, but she continued to play along. "We'll just sit quietly

and admire the scenery while Maurice drives us out of the city," I said.

I sat silently beside Carrie for about 5 minutes, letting the tension

build. I couldn't go very much farther into the scenario before she

figured out what we were doing, so I wanted to delay it for awhile. She

sat quietly, clutching her purse and looking straight ahead, waiting to

see what was going on.

"Remove your gloves," I said. She took the gloves off and handed them to

me. Immediately I said, "Your purse is in the way, let me have it." She

handed me the purse. I could tell from her expression that this was

beginning to feel familiar to her, but she still didn't get it.

"You have on too many clothes," I said, "unfasten your stockings and

roll them down until they're just above your knees." She started to look

at me, then quickly faced straight ahead again. "Oh, my God," she said

very softly. A faint smile came to her lips, immediately replaced by a

look of mild apprehension. She reached under her skirt and began

unfastening her garter belt. While she was doing that, she glanced at

the camera as if it was the driver of the car, who could turn around and

look at what she was doing at any moment. When her stockings were free

of the garter belt, she began rolling them down her legs. I pulled the

garters out of my pocket and handed them to her, saying, "Use these to

hold your stockings up, just above your knees." Her eyes met mine

briefly, she had a look of utter amazement on her face. She took the

garters from me and began slipping them over her shoes and rolling them

up her legs. Her breathing was faster, and I saw the beginnings of fear

in her eyes. I knew she understood what was happening now, and she was

getting into her role, the chance of a lifetime, to live "The Story of

O."

After she had arranged her stockings as I commanded, I let her sit

silently for a minute. Her hands were resting on the couch beside her

legs, palms up. Finally I said, "Unfasten your garter belt, then remove

your panties." She jumped at the first sound of my voice, then began

fumbling under her skirt to unfasten her garter belt. Pulling it out

from under her skirt, she handed it to me and I put it on the couch with

her purse, out of her reach. I knew the next step was going to be hard

on her sore ass, but I didn't want to skip it. She raised her ass by

leaning against the couch back, then slid her panties down her legs, all

the time fearfully glancing at the camera. She was fully immersed in

this little scene now, I hoped I could keep it real for her.

She meekly handed me her panties. I opened her purse, put the garter

belt and panties inside, then set the purse down out of her reach again.

"I want you sitting directly on the car seat, pull your skirt and slip

up behind you." She immediately did as she was told, trembling and

looking directly at the camera the whole time, as if it was the back of

the head of the car's driver. She seemed relieved when she had complied

with my command without being discovered. She was taking short, shallow

breaths now, and I would have bet money that her heart was racing, too.

I returned her gloves and told her to put them on. Her hands were

shaking as she put them on and pulled them up over the sleeves of her

blouse.

Again I paused the scenario for a few minutes, to let the tension build.

Carrie was almost panting now, her eyes darting around like she was

trying to decide if she should try to get away. Finally I said, "We're

here, this is the Chateau."

In a whisper, Carrie said, "No, please, I'm not ready."

"Don't move," I told her. I swiveled around on the couch so I could

reach her with both hands. She leaned forward slightly, as if she was

offering her breasts for my touch. Ignoring her offer, I untied the bow

at the neck of her blouse, unbuttoned it down to her skirt, and opened

it to expose her breasts in the bra. Again she was rapidly glancing at

the camera as if she feared discovery. Removing the scissors from my

pocket, I snipped her bra straps, then released the front closure of the

bra and pulled it out from under her blouse.

She was panting, her eyes darting back and forth from me, to her

breasts, to the camera. Her hands quickly came a few inches off of the

couch, as if she was instinctively going to cover her bare breasts, but

then they returned to their position, palms up. Without touching her

breasts, I rebuttoned her blouse and retied the ribbon at her throat.

She was now sitting perfectly still, but I could see that she was

trembling. I looked at her face and saw that her eyes were downcast, and

that she was actually blushing. The last time I remembered seeing her

blush was when I shaved her pussy, the first day we met.

I said, "Now your breasts are free beneath your blouse, as is your body

from your waist to your knees. Please lean forward and put your hands

behind your back."

As she complied, she moaned and whispered, "Oh, God, I'm so afraid." She

looked at me pleadingly, and said "Don't leave me, please stay with me."

As I tied her wrists together with the rope, I said, "You're merely the

girl I'm furnishing, I was entrusted with the task of getting you ready.

I'll be there later." I took the blindfold out of my pocket and covered

her eyes.

"Listen to me," I told her. "When I help you out of the car, someone

will come and take you into the Chateau. Go with them and do what they

tell you. If you refuse, you will be forced to obey. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered in a weak, quivering voice, then as an afterthought,

"My purse?"

"No, you have no further use for your purse."

I stood, then helped Carrie to her feet. I led her to the end of the

couch by her arm. When I let go of her she whimpered, and again said, "I

love you, don't abandon me." I was in total awe of her performance.

"Let's go, Maurice," I said, "they'll come and take her inside in a

minute." I went to the camera and removed it from the tripod, then

continued filming as I walked over to Carrie and made a complete circle

around her. She was visibly shaking, and I'm pretty sure she was crying.

The thought crossed my mind that she might have totally misunderstood

what was going on and was genuinely terrified, but then I rejected that

idea. She couldn't have missed all of the references to the events at

the beginning of "The Story of O," she had to understand that this was a

play and we were characters. I decided that she was simply a great

actress.

I took her by the arm, and said in a gruff voice, "Come with me."

Walking backwards and filming Carrie as we walked, I led her to the

guest bedroom. I turned her facing away from the door, then put down the

camera long enough to untie her wrists and put the rope back in my

pocket. "Don't move from this position," I told her. "When you hear the

door close, you may remove the blindfold. Someone will come for you when

we're ready. Do you understand?" She nodded, and I picked up the camera

and filmed her as I backed out of the room, turned off the lights, and

closed the door. I felt better about her now. This was her relief valve,

if she really was fearful she could simply leave the room.

Back in our bedroom, I checked the time. I was going to leave her as she

was for 15 minutes, then bring her here for her bath, makeup, and

perfuming. We didn't have any women slaves to help her with her toilet,

so I would have to play all of the roles. I stripped and put on one of

the leather "master" outfits she had provided for me, but which I had

never worn until now. Then I went to the bathroom and began running the

water for her bath. While the tub was filling, I went to the basement

and returned with a crop, which I stuck in the front of my belt. When

the tub was filled, I checked the clock. It was time for act 2, so I

unsnapped the crotch covering of my pants and went to the guest bedroom.

When I opened the door and turned on the lights, she was standing in the

same place I left her, no surprise there. While I was still behind her,

I told her I was her valet, Pierre, and that I had been tasked to

prepare her for her presentation later this evening. I told her that she

was to remain silent, her head must always be erect and point straight

ahead, her eyes must be downcast at all times, and that whenever a cock

was in her view she was to lock her eyes on it and follow it as long as

it was visible. I then walked around in front of her. She immediately

locked her eyes on my cock, but she also saw the crop, which made her

tremble.

"Obey, and you will only have to look at the crop. Disobey, and you will

feel it" I told her. I began slowly undressing her. She stood still

unless commanded otherwise. As I removed her blouse, I commented on her

dark nipples and areolas, then suddenly grabbed a nipple and gave it a

mild twist. She gasped and began shaking. "You're right to fear me," I

told her. "I have complete control over you, and no responsibility for

you. I can beat you, whip you, or fuck you as often and as hard as I

wish. I put my face right up to hers, and added, "Don't ever give me a

reason to punish you. Do you understand?" She rapidly nodded her head

and began breathing in short gasps. I finished undressing her, giving

her clit a twist as I had her nipple. When she was naked I took her by

the arm and pulled her through our bedroom to the toilet.

I put the seat up on the toilet, then told her to squat and do her

business while I watched. She squatted and relieved herself. When she

was finished, I wiped her with toilet paper, then led her over to the

tub. I had her clasp her hands behind her head, then helped her into the

water and had her lie down until she was immersed up to her chin. I sat

on the edge of the tub and spent a few minutes caressing various parts

of her body with my hands and the crop. I told her that her breasts and

ass were made for the crop, and she would undoubtedly be whipped many

times a day during her stay at the Chateau.

After letting her soak for a few minutes, I began to bathe her, trying

to make my contact with her body as lascivious as possible. As I washed

her hair and rinsed it using the handheld spray nozzle, I told her she

had to look her best when presented to her new Masters tonight, so they

would be especially cruel to her and fuck her many times.

After removing Carrie from the tub and toweling her off, I led her to

the bedroom. I positioned her spanking chair in the middle of the room,

and saw the fear grow in her eyes. I told her to sit down on the edge of

the chair, spread her legs wide, and lean back until her head hung over

the chair back. When I had her positioned as I wished, I told her not to

move, then proceeded to blow dry and brush her hair. Then I applied way

too much makeup to her face, reddened her areolas with rouge, and

applied a bright red lipstick to her lips and inner labia. Finally I

sprayed her underarms, her pussy, and her breasts with perfume, and told

her again not to move until she was given permission.

I made her sit in the chair for about five minutes while I played with

her nipples and clit. Then I had her stand up and bend over the chair

while I fucked her ass. While I was fucking her I bent over her back and

whispered threateningly to her, "Don't you even think about coming until

you are being fucked by your Masters." I could feel her body trembling.

After coming in her ass, I got her wrist manacles and collar from the

mural room, put them on her, and attached her wrists together behind her

back. Then I blindfolded her, led her back to the guest bedroom, and sat

her on the edge of a chair. I positioned her with her torso erect and

her legs spread wide, told her someone would come to feed her soon, and

closed the door as I left.

While I was fixing dinner, I tried to think what I could use as a cape.

When O was presented to her Masters for the first time, she was wearing

a cape, which she couldn't keep closed as she walked because her hands

were fastened behind her back. I was pretty sure Carrie didn't have a

cape, and I didn't know what to use in it's place. Finally I gave up and

decided she would be presented naked.

I had prepared a stir fry for dinner. When it was ready, I split it into

two halves, and then gulped down half of my half. I took Carrie's

portion to her, put the plate on the floor in front of her, then pulled

her down onto her knees. I bent her head over until she could smell the

food, then said "Eat." While she was eating her dinner off the floor,

blindfolded and with her hands still fastened behind her back, I sat in

the chair and stimulated her ass and pussy, penetrating both with my

thumb and fingers. I could feel her constant trembling, and it amazed me

that she could so immerse herself in this situation.

I decided to get her as hot and horny as I could. I began working on her

clit with one hand while penetrating her ass with the other hand. As I

worked her over, she began having trouble eating. I told her to hurry up

and finish her dinner, and she took another bite of food. Soon I sensed

she was on the verge of coming, so I grabbed her by her collar and

jerked her to an upright position, sitting back on her heels. "If you

cum," I hissed menacingly in her ear, "I will whip you with the crop,

from your shoulders to your knees, front and back. That will take a long

time, and you will be late for your presentation. Your new Masters will

be displeased, and then they will whip you even more than they already

plan to." She was shaking, and she began to cry. I pushed her head back

down to her plate and told her to finish her dinner. As she bent over to

comply, still sobbing, I began working on her clit and asshole again.

Carrie finally finished her dinner, so I pulled her up and sat her on

the edge of the chair again. She was still sobbing softly. I knelt in

front of her and continued working over her pussy and clit. She was

shaking and panting, and her juices were dripping onto the floor. It was

hard to read her face under the blindfold, but she seemed to be consumed

by lust and terror. I knew the lust was real, I only hoped the terror

was pretend. I stopped suddenly and stood up, then told her to stay as

she was, I would return when it was time for her presentation. I picked

up the plate and left the room, closing the door behind me.

I scarfed down the cold second half of my dinner, then hurried to set

everything up for the final act of our play. I went to the basement and

grabbed two dildo vibrators. Taking them to the living room, I put them

on the table and then started a fire in the fireplace. Philip routinely

and expertly loaded the fireplace with a perfect mix of starter material

and split wood, so the fire always took hold and started with a single

match.

I couldn't decide whether or not to film this final act. Visually, it

wasn't going to be nearly interesting as the car scene. All I planned to

do was terrorize her some more and then thoroughly fuck her. I wasn't

sure how, or if, I could create the same effect in her mind as if half a

dozen men were using her. But even if I could pull that off, it would

still be boring visually, or just plain silly. Finally I decided to skip

the camera.

The last special effect I needed was a glass of ice water, which I

fetched from the kitchen and put on the table by the vibrators. The fire

was roaring, the only thing missing was the victim.

Carrie jumped as I opened the door to the guest bedroom. "There are half

a dozen Masters who are eager to sink their cocks into some new slave

flesh," I said. "Time for you to find out what you were born for." I

took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. she was shaking badly,

and her legs almost collapsed when she first tried to stand. I held on

to both of her arms until I knew she was stable, then I slowly led her

toward the living room.

When we got close enough to the fireplace to hear the fire crackling, I

stopped her. "Gentlemen," I said loudly, "may I present your newest

acquisition, and your entertainment for tonight." I let go of her arm

and quickly circled around the couch to approach her from the front.

"Well, let's have a closer look at you," I said. I took hold of her

nipple and led her to the fireplace. I turned her with her back to the

fire and let go of the nipple. She was panting, breathing so fast I was

afraid she would hyperventilate. "Fear becomes you," I said as I

caressed her breasts.

I left her standing in front of the fireplace, picked up the glass of

ice water, and began slowly walking back and forth in front of her. Soon

she began turning her head to follow the sound of the tinkling ice. I

told her that punishment would be swift and severe if she broke any

rules, and she had been told to keep her head pointing straight ahead.

She snapped her head into the straight-ahead position. I continued

pacing back and forth, and began commenting on various features of her

body. It was hard to find anything to criticise, but I pointed out a few

trivial negatives along with many positives.

I knew better than to try using multiple voices, that would have ruined

the effect. So I just pretended that a discussion was taking place, with

Carrie as the subject. The discussion was about how "we" would use her,

and what would be done to her. I kept walking around in front of her as

I spoke, hoping to create the suggestion that several people were

talking.

"We should whip her thoroughly before we do anything else."

"Yes, I want to see how she responds to the whip."

"Breasts like those should be whipped often and thoroughly." In spite of

her rapid breathing, I could tell that she gasped when she heard that.

"Turn her around first, I want to see her backside." At this point I

turned her around facing the fire.

"Look, she's already seen recent use. That's a nice welt, perfectly

placed for maximum discomfort." I traced the mark on her ass with my

finger, getting her to squirm.

"Bend her over, let's look at her holes." I bent her over at the waist.

I pushed two fingers into her ass, and felt her body shuddering

continuously. "She needs to be opened a little more, not too much

though. A few weeks with the tapered dildoes should be sufficient."

I took hold of one of her rings and tugged. "Look, she's already

pierced. But the rings are so small. She'll need heavier rings, perhaps

she should be pierced again, farther back on the labia."

"What about her clit, a ring through her clit would be most stimulating."

"Enough talk. There'll be plenty of time to decide how to modify her,

she's not going anywhere. Before we whip her, I want to fuck her."

I kicked the footstool in front of her and roughly pushed her down onto

it, her knees on the floor. Kneeling behind her, I plunged my cock into

her pussy and began fucking her hard. She immediately came, releasing

the tension of the last few hours in an enormous orgasm. I continued

fucking her, and as her first orgasm was subsiding she had another,

almost as strong as the first. She came five more times, then finally we

came together.

I pulled out of her, grabbed one of the vibrators, said, "I want to try

out her ass," then shoved the vibrator into her asshole and turned it

on. She began shuddering.

I moved around to her head and knelt in front of her. She was gasping,

and saliva was dribbling out of her mouth. Grabbing her by the hair, I

pulled her head up and shoved my cock into her mouth. "We can use her

from both ends at once," I said, as I began fucking her mouth. She

immediately swallowed my cock, then kept repeating the swallowing

action, producing a rhythmic squeezing effect. She knew that was the

fastest way to get me off, I couldn't resist it. In less than a minute I

came hard. When I pulled out of her throat she began gasping again. Her

drool was running out of her mouth, mixed with the last of my cum. I

could tell she was close to collapse, so I slowly fucked her mouth until

I felt her cum again from the vibrator up her ass.

"The end," I thought to myself, as I turned off the vibrator and slid it

out of her ass. I gently rolled her off of the footstool onto the floor.

She lay still on her back, still panting and shuddering. I sat on the

stool, reached down and began gently caressing her body, from her

breasts to her belly. When she had calmed down and her breathing had

nearly returned to normal, I took one of her breasts in one hand, and

removed her blindfold with the other. She blinked several times, then

looked up at me and began crying.

I asked her if she was Ok, and she gave me a "what an idiot" look

through her tears. "Is it over?" she asked in a trembling, blubbering

voice. I nodded. "Please hold me," she said. I dropped down onto the

floor and took her in my arms. Then the dam really burst, and she began

sobbing and gasping for breath. I managed to release her wrists while

holding her with one arm. She pushed herself up until she could wrap her

arms around my neck. She buried her face in my chest and cried hard for

ten minutes.

When Carrie's crying had tapered off to quiet sobbing, I asked her if I

had gone too far. She looked up at me and tried to smile. "No, Dummy, it

was perfect," she blubbered.

I told her I was astonished at how deeply she got into the role. "You

made it real for me, I was truly terrified," she said. "I knew we were

in our house, not in a French chateau, but at the same time I could

vividly imagine that it was all really happening to me. I surrendered to

the experience, and became that woman. It was awesome."

I continued holding her until she seemed back to normal. Suddenly she

looked up at me. "When my ass has healed, I want to do it again, only

with a whipping scene."

"I was thinking the same thing," I said.