All language subtitles for 07-Mk

When I saw Claire again for the first
time that summer, it was at a party

by, oh, let's say, the X's near the
Place de la Concorde.

The entire summer had been lovely, but
that evening was particularly beautiful.

I was late, as usual.

Normally, I detest literary cocktail
parties, as anyone who attends them

regularly should, if he has any self
-respect at all.

I had just come out of a long siege with
a short story.

A short story that had enormous
resistance to being completed. And, had

totally honest, I would confess that I
was genuinely pleased to be once more

among the living.

How are you? And you? Fine. Good.

Excuse me. What struck me most about
seeing Claire again was that she hadn't

changed at all.

I felt as if I had just left her the
night before, although in reality I

seen her for at least two or three
years, maybe more.

Friedlander?

Coudrin. I said hello to other people,
but I meticulously avoided getting

involved in the peculiar kind of
pointless argument which is so typical

kind of party.

I remember that I noticed something then
in which I wouldn't have minded getting

involved, and it was dressed all in
white.

As I think back, she had made more of an
impression on me than the usual pretty

girl one sees at parties.

The young girl in the white dress and
Claire were friends, obviously.

But beyond that, I sensed a strange link
between them.

A kind of electricity, although I had
never heard it said that Claire was

particularly interested in girls.

Still, there was a conspiracy between
them that one could feel quite clearly.

What are you doing hiding out there?

Oh, thinking of clever things to say to
your delightful guests.

That shouldn't be too difficult for you.

What about the young girl in the white
dress?

I don't know a thing about her.

She came with Claire. I suppose she's a
friend of hers.

Funny thing is, I haven't been able to
get two words out of her all night.

I remembered... clearly the look Claire
had given her.

It was the look of one viewing a rerun
of a successful film one had directed

oneself, whose plot couldn't possibly
have any surprises.

Lovely to have had you. Later, as I was
getting ready to leave... Jean. All

right, I might call you later. Jean.
Yes? If you like, perhaps we could have

drink somewhere to forget about this
dreadful party.

Nice.

You can get to know Anne.

Anne? Anne.

You'll see.

She's very nice.

Who is she, anyway?

Oh, just a young model.

And? Well, she belongs to me.

She's pretty, isn't she?

Yes, very. She's very pretty. You can
touch her if you like.

And she has a beautiful mouth.

Lovely, soft lips.

Lovely, soft, knowing lips.

And pretty teeth.

Let's have a look at them.

Stay like that.

Someday I'll show you some photographs I
took of them.

Claire had arranged to meet me the
following day.

I knew enough by now not to ask whether
we would be alone or with her young

friend. We were supposed to spend the
afternoon together in the Bagatelle

Gardens, the most beautiful rose garden
in the world.

She had insisted that she wanted to show
it to me herself.

Claire was a stunning woman and probably
even more interesting than her friend.

But unlike her friend, she had never
aroused me at all.

At first, this had bothered me.

But then I told myself that it was her
impeccable manners.

and the precise way in which she did
everything that made it impossible to

about her as a potential conquest.

I probably needed to feel that at least
some little thing was vulnerable in

order to arouse a desire in me to win
her.

Claire was waiting for us in the car.

Anne's manner reminded me of a well
-behaved young schoolgirl.

I had time to ask the girl several
casual questions, but all I could get

her was, Yes, monsieur. No, monsieur.

Or I don't know, monsieur.

As though she were a child.

Instead of letting us wander from flower
to flower, Claire made us look at the

varieties that she admired most, knowing
exactly where each one was.

After the grand tour, we wandered off
toward a more deserted part of the

Go over to it.

Go on, hurry up.

Now go ahead.

She has pretty hands.

Yes.

She likes doing that, you know.

It excites her.

I can prove it to you if you like.

At the slightest provocation, she gets
all wet. Isn't that right, little one?

All right, that's enough.

Pick the flower and bring it over here.

Well, what are you waiting for?

It's not allowed.

Nothing that I like is allowed, Anne.
You know that.

There are too many thorns. You simply
have to get scratched.

Very good. And it wasn't too difficult,
was it?

Of course, you will be punished for
having hesitated just a second too long.

What are you planning to do?

I don't know, but she'll be punished in
front of you.

Somebody's coming.

All right, bring the flower.

Excuse me, what time is it, please?

10 .30.

We continued our walk.

Anne, in the middle, held the rose
against her breast so no one could

crime.

We soon came to a sort of grove or
thicket, more or less closed off from

rest of the gardens and completely
deserted.

Since there weren't any flowers, we
reasoned that here we could find some

privacy.

This will be all right.

No, she'll have to stand.

She has to think about where to hide
what she's stolen.

The rose must be hidden. All she has to
do is throw it over there.

But it would be a shame to lose such a
beautiful flower.

Yes.

No. I don't know. It's very simple.
You'll have to hide it somewhere. On

person. Come over here.

Lift your skirt.

Lift your skirt.

You'll have to lift it higher than that.

Hurry up.

Higher.

Well, what do you think of it?

The design on the tops of the stockings
is a particularly charming touch.

What we will do is slip the stem up
between the garter belt and the skin

there, close to the crotch. The thorn
should be strong enough to hold the

in place.

Only when she's standing still.

See how nice I am?

I'm taking off all the little thorns.

So as not to hurt you.

Oh, but I forgot. She's supposed to be
punished, isn't she?

Spread your legs apart and then don't
move. I'm going to hurt you.

Come close to me.

Please. Please don't, I beg you.

Please.

No. Now hold still.

Oh.

No, please.

Please, no.

No, no.

There.

That's pretty, isn't it?

A great success.

Or perhaps rather overburdened with
symbols in, I would say, the surrealist

tradition.

You may lower your dress.

Can you still feel the petals between
your thighs?

Does it feel nice?

Well, can't you answer?

Yes, it feels nice.

I have... I need to stop a minute.

No, you can't go now. You didn't have to
drink so much water in the first place.

I didn't know yet what Claire was
leading us up to.

At last, we came to an area that seemed
more wild and natural, where very large

trees had blanketed the sparse, unkempt
grass with fallen leaves.

This is the perfect place, don't you
think so?

Depends on what you want to use it for.

For the little girl, of course. She was
looking for a bathroom. Oh, no, I don't

need to go.

Why did you lie to us? I thought you
were going to give us a little

No, I was mistaken.

Don't try to fool with us. You know it
won't get you anywhere, Anne.

Anne!

You'll do it now.

Bend down lower.

Now then, is our little girl going to do
pee -pee?

Be sure your legs are spread far enough
apart.

That's fine.

Now lean forward a little.

You're very nice like that, you know.

Well, are you going to piss or not, you
little bitch?

More than a week went by without my
seeing Claire or Anne again.

On the eighth day, quite by chance, I
was driving on the Quai Maliquet, and I

ran into little Anne at the bookstalls.

She was alone, and that pleased me.

She pretended not to recognize me, which
hardly surprised me, I must say.

I thought of that last image I had of
our afternoon in the Bagatelle Gardens.

The girl was now speaking to the
salesman. I

was

struck by the positive tone she used in
dealing with the

bookseller.

She wanted a rare book sold only under
the counter, which she asked for with

confidence, obviously sure that this was
the place to find it.

How much?

One hundred.

Thank you.

Hi. Remember me? Yes, I remember you.

Hey, wait a minute.

Look, no offense.

Actually, I didn't mean anything in
particular.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Just to talk to you a little I don't
feel like talking I have to bring this

right away Claire I bring things back to
whomever I please it's none of your

business will have Have a nice day

This encounter left me highly
dissatisfied.

I spent the following days
unproductively.

The weather was good, and I spent most
of my time trying to focus my attention

on an article which would be due the
following month.

But my thoughts always returned to
Claire, uh, and Anne.

I hadn't imagined that I, personally,
would have any power over this girl.

But it had seemed only natural that I
should enjoy certain privileges.

outside of Claire's presence, since they
had already been granted to me so

liberally and without my even having
asked for anything.

Then, upon further reflection, I began
to wonder if I'd been granted so much

after all the other day.

I was obliged to come to a negative
conclusion.

Then I could see how wrong I had been.

I could even make fun of my own
stupidity, for the recent conduct of

suddenly appeared quite normal and
obvious.

to the extent that for her to have
behaved any differently now seemed

impossible.

The situation, in short, had not been
what I thought it was.

I felt annoyed and deceived.

I decided not to think about those two
girls anymore, or about the whole absurd

story.

I waited for three more days, but on the
fourth...

Hello.

Hello. How have you been feeling since
the last time? Fine. And you? Fine.

And how is the health of your friend?

Which friend are you talking about?

Anne. Who do you think I met?

Anne. Of course, I'd completely
forgotten.

If it's Anne you want to see, you should
have said so right away.

I can lend her to you, my dear, with no
trouble at all. You can make love to her

if you're in that mood. What day would
you like me to send her over?

You're joking.

I never joke about my friends.

Thanks, but I wouldn't know how to
reciprocate.

You mentioned you had some photographs
to show me. That's true.

You can come by tomorrow, around five.

Come, Brinson.

How nice of you to come.

Thank you.

I have a gift for you. Thanks.

Drink.

Brandy, please.

Isn't this what you came to see?

In the first photo...

Anne is wearing a short black slip with
nothing underneath but her stockings and

a simple garter belt like the one I
already admired in the Bagatelle

The second photo was a delicious detail
of the first.

In the next photo, the girl is in the
same costume but lying down with her

shapely rear exposed.

In the next one, the girl is profile,
entirely naked, with her hands chained

behind her back, kneeling on a black and
white checkerboard floor.

The next was a close -up, showing the
skill with which Anne was placed in

bondage.

In the next photo, Anne is handcuffed in
such a way as to keep her arms

suspended over her head.

Her ankles were chained tightly, giving
an excellent view of her rear.

The position must have been extremely
uncomfortable, even for a short period

time.

The next picture, extremely fascinating
in its horror, despite the somewhat

romantic exaggeration, could only be the
result of a trick.

But it was done so well that one could
easily be fooled, especially since the

contortions of the victim were so
convincing.

The stomach is marked in every direction
by deep lines.

very clear and distinct, more or less
accented according to how hard the whip

fell.

In the next one, Anne's face is even
more contorted in agony, presumably from

the pain being inflicted upon her.

The next photograph was a logical
conclusion.

The tortured body of the girl,
apparently lifeless, is stretched out on

black and white checkerboard floor.

She is wearing nothing but the black
band across her eyes.

Claire's skill as a photographer is
apparent in her loving attention to

The last photo was very different from
the others. For one thing, the body was

completely cut off by the camera.

For another, the pubic hair seemed
darker.

It was obvious to me that the model was
no longer Anne, but someone else.

What gave me the final proof were the
dark... polished fingernails of those

hands.

I remembered that Anne left her
fingernails natural.

This last photograph here, is this still
Anne?

Claire became nervous, which was unlike
her.

She got hold of herself immediately.

Who else could it be?

Oh, by the way, you ran into Anne the
other day, didn't you?

At the bookstalls.

She didn't show any lack of respect, did
she?

So she owed me any respect.

She does if I so desire.

I understand that you were rude to Ron
the other day at the bookstalls.

Get undressed.

You're going to be whipped.

Get up, you little whore.

Go and get me the whip.

She loves it when we put her on her
knees so we can whip her, doesn't she?

It gets her all excited.

She's wet already, isn't she?

You

see

how well she's been broken in?

It's a question of training.

Just like with a dog.

I only had to fondle her often enough in
this position.

And now she can no longer keep herself
from wanting to be satisfied.

Isn't that so, you little whore? When
one is about to beat her, she gets all

for her orgasm.

You'll go moist to paradise.

Kiss.

Look at Jean.

It's at his request you're being
punished.

Very quietly, the girl began to cry.

The tears formed in the corners of her
eyes and rolled down her flushed cheeks.

From time to time, a shudder ran through
her body.

Kneeling on the wool rug, perfectly
straight, thighs well apart, hands held

the air, she didn't even dare wipe away
the tears which ran slowly down her

face.

We sat there for a long time, looking at
her.

It might be better to tie her up. Yes if
you like.

Go and get the chains.

Forgive me, for I know what I do.

Go to Jean.

Are you enjoying it?

You know what happens to little girls
who don't do exactly as they're told.

Go on with the punishment.

She's soaking wet, the little darling.

It's a real lake.

I was informed that in the future I
could have Anne whenever I wanted her

could amuse myself with her however I
pleased.

May I take your order?

I'm full.

Keep going.

coming, don't stop.

One afternoon that week, her mistress
even let me have her all to myself.

I was to take her shopping for various
items of lingerie.

May I help you, sir?

Yes. We're interested in some lingerie.

Fine. Come this way, please.

This is in a sense the most amusing,
but...

It's down a little too far.

I'm afraid it won't completely show the
triangle.

It might interfere with the view.

And with the hands as well.

I think you'd better try it on.

If you like.

Very well, sir.

Come.

Get up.

This is what I had in mind.

Do you think it's going to rain?

Like in the movies?

It's very possible.

Well, everything's possible.

Are you ready yet?

Miss, would you mind coming here for a
moment, please?

Hmm, they'll do.

But, um, I think you should take in the
bell just a little.

Anne, turn around.

It's nothing.

She was whipped a little because she
wasn't a good girl.

That's all.

Anne, say thank you.

We joined our friend again at five o
'clock in a rather dignified tea room

people talk in hushed voices.

Claire was waiting for us.

She had chosen a table in the most
propitious corner of the room.

Claire expected a full report of our
afternoon's activities.

And what did we do today?

Complete with all the delicate details.

Anne listened with delight as I
recounted the episode with the sales

She seemed happy that her complete
obedience gave such pleasure to her

Claire had as much satisfaction in
hearing the story as if she had been

herself. You don't say.

Presently, Claire's mood changed.

You must have been very happy, weren't
you?

To have everyone know what a little
whore you are.

Answer me.

Yes, I was happy.

Happy about what?

I was happy to show how I'd been
whipped.

You like being whipped?

Yes. Stand up.

Lean forward.

Put your hands on the table.

Spread your legs.

Bend your knees.

She's wet already, the little bitch.

You only have to promise to whip her.

Would you like to see for yourself?

We're ready to order now.

There are so many delectable things to
choose from. Would you like a salad,

Claire? I'd love a salad.

Yes, yes, I thought you'd agree with me.

Can we have a mixed green salad, please,
with endive, watercress, and tomato?

However, I don't want the tomato sliced.

The tomato must be wedged, not sliced.

And I'd like a garlic dressing. A
dressing of oil and vinegar with just a

of garlic.

That sounds delectable.

Dry mustard and a pinch of oregano at
the very last moment.

Very tasty.

That'll be all for the moment.

Thank you.

Does it feel nice? Let me go.

Please. Please.

Which do you like better?

When I embarrass you?

Or when I hurt you?

Let's see, Jean. Didn't you say she
wasn't good this afternoon?

Well, the sales girl did complain.

Pastor.

Then we'll have to make her cry.

Don't think I'm going to let you off so
easily.

When would you like to come over to my
place, huh?

Tomorrow evening, after dinner. Tomorrow
evening, after dinner.

You can sit down.

Smell.

See how good you smell?

It's getting hotter and hotter outside.

You might think it was the middle of
August.

I regret, my dear, that we're obliged to
keep our clothes on. But in our roles,

you understand, it's indispensable.

To you especially.

Yes. Don't you ever get too hot?

No.

Never.

The little girl must be ready. Follow
me.

The entire body was gone over
meticulously.

You have very attractive arms.

Would you like me to turn the little
fountain on?

Why not?

Show the gentleman the pretty fountain.

I felt at home in the Gothic chamber
because it was exactly as I had

it in the photos.

Supposing we made her play with herself.

First get the whip and the blindfold.

That whip isn't the same one we used the
other day.

It's a new one. She went and bought it
herself this morning.

All right.

Show us what you can do.

How beautiful she is when she's coming.

The little cunt.

Go ahead.

Play with your little ass.

I want to see her eyes.

Are you crazy?

Let it out.

Put it down.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Control yourself.

I'm leaving What will I do?

Good morning.

Good morning.

How is your friend feeling?

Anne's fine.

You didn't ask me this time which friend
I meant.

She's still sleeping.

She'll be fine. No marks?

No.

Except perhaps one on the breast where
we went very deep.

That would be a shame.

Oh, no.

It will be very pretty.

Yesterday's I didn't have a chance to
make a fresh pot. I was up all night and

you Get undressed

Look at me you like being on your knees.

I'm yours. You can do whatever you want
with me Good

come here

Have

you ever been beaten

Open your mouth.

Do whatever you want with me.

Like it. Like it.