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In the last episode, O began to readapt to life outside of Roissy, preparing

herself to be weighed and hefted at any moment as the instrument she knew she

was.

Constantly, she was reminded of her stay at Roissy.

Oh began to notice that Renee was attracted to Jacqueline, the new model

photo studio.

And indeed, Oh herself felt her desire to seduce Jacqueline growing more every

day.

When she was young, Oh had been attracted to girls.

So now she had a fairly clear idea of what she was looking for.

in the women she pursued.

I'm looking forward to introducing you.

However, Rene was actually far more concerned with O's introduction to his

-brother than he was with Jacqueline.

Oh.

I would like to introduce you to Sir Stephen.

Shall we have lunch?

As you wish.

I'm yours.

I'll be what you want me to be.

Repeat it after me.

I belong to both of you.

I will be what both of you want me to be.

I belong to both of you.

I'll be what both of you want me to be.

O was horrified to realize... that though she loved Rene, she desired his

brother.

But she was in no way prepared to obey Sir Stephen's unexpected request that

caress herself for him, as this was the one act she had always refused.

Caress yourself for me?

I'll never caress myself for you or anyone else either.

Poe quickly understood Sir Stephen was now her master, and from him she

no pity.

Now caress yourself, and don't close your legs back together.

Rid me of these dreams.

Deliver me.

Take me so that I have not even the time to dream I am unfaithful to you.

read so far in your story of own is the most fiercely intense love letter a man

could ever hope to receive.

It's also a fairy tale for adults.

A dream.

It's more than a dream.

You've got to understand.

Love is no joke.

There's no freedom in it.

Damn the freedom.

You're a dreamer.

My love, listen and live my dreams.

If you dare.

Sir Stephen's gone out.

He said Renee will pick you up at six at your studio.

Oh, realize that Renee had telephoned Sir Stephen and not her.

That's for your next visit.

ever funded for habit and

ritual.

Oh, sense that in order to satisfy Sir Stephen, Renee was prepared to

If Sir Stephen were to require a sacrifice, Sir Stephen was the master of

whether or not he realized it.

That's why he shared everything with him and why he'd given him O.

This time, she had been really given for good and all.

It was as plain as day.

The telephone didn't ring.

Renee didn't call her.

Why?

What have they said about her?

knew that until Sir Stephen were to begin to love her, he would be her

And regardless of what Renee might suppose, her only master.

So what had Sir Stephen told him about last night?

You are easy. You love Rene.

But you're easy.

I wonder whether Rene is aware that you desire every one of the men who

desire you.

I love you, Renee.

I love you.

Do what you want with me.

But don't leave me.

Oh, my God, don't leave me.

O's love for Renee and Renee's love for her had robbed her of every last weapon.

And instead of bringing her new proofs of her power, had deprived her of those

she received up until then.

Okay.

You look like a femme fatale today.

May the miracle last.

Okay.

Let's go.

Once upon a time, she'd been indifferent and had amused herself by tempting the

boys who were wild about her.

One of them had attempted suicide.

Promise me you won't move.

I love you all.

I can't live without you.

You promise not to move?

I promise.

I never want to see you again.

I don't share your desire, though I understand it.

It's similar to the desire I have for my girlfriends.

Or for known young women.

But I only slept with you for fun.

It was part of the game.

But when O was to meet Renee, she herself became acquainted with fear,

certitude, anguish, and happiness.

Deliciously, she had become captivated, all over and far down within her.

Tied by bones, her lover would tighten or loosen with a glance.

What do you think of this hat?

What's the occasion?

Oh, this director invited me out for dinner to discuss a part.

It looks great.

If he doesn't take you, he's crazy.

I've got to get going.

He said 8 o 'clock. It's already 8 .15.

8 .15 already?

Where's Rene anyway?

I don't know.

He should have been here at six.

Anyway, go.

Meet your director.

He's gonna love you.

O imagined that some other face had held him up.

For he loved O.

But he was free.

He was so sure of her.

And so casual.

He hadn't a moment to call.

But if Sir Stephen were right about her easiness, then the more merciful was

Rene to consent to make O the instrument of his pleasure.

Sorry. I'm late.

Come on.

Sir Stephen wants to see you.

As the months passed, O came more and more to see with fright the increasing

importance the Englishman was assuming in the eyes of her lover.

Go.

Please stay.

O felt Renee watching her the way an animal trainer keeps an eye on the

he has trained.

Watchful to see that the animal...

upon whose performance his honor is at stake, performs well.

Or the way a prince's bodyguard watches the prostitute he has gone to fetch out

of the street for his master.

When Renee watched Sir Stephen's face more closely than hers, and whenever he

did glance at her, O felt herself robbed of the very joy in which her features

were drowning.

Ney humbly, admiringly, and even gratefully indebted himself to Sir

was responsible for creating that joy.

Happy that Sir Stephen had consented to take pleasure in something he had given

him.

René, why don't you ever take me or give me orders in front of Sir Stephen?

Out of respect.

But I belong to you.

You first of all belong to Sir Stephen.

His desires concerning you.

a priority over mine.

That's why you only come to me after I've been with Sir Stephen.

You know I love you more than ever.

I love the object I've made of you.

Sir Stephen asked for O two or three times a week.

Sometimes he made her wait almost an hour.

Take me.

Please take me.

Beg me.

I beg you.

I beg you to take me.

I'm opening myself to you completely.

Then crawl.

Crawl on your hands and knees.

I'll be dropping you off at Sir Stephen's tonight.

Rene, please.

I've been so looking forward to going to the theatre with you this evening.

Can't you ask Sir Stephen to switch it to another day?

My dearest little one.

Haven't you finally understood that you don't belong to me anymore?

And that the master you serve isn't me?

Oh, dared ask me to switch your meeting to another day.

She needs a punishment so severe that she'll never again conceive of shirking

her obligations.

Certainly.

Excuse me.

It came like an inspiration.

The conviction shot through O and immediately vanished.

That he loved her.

O, I'm going to put a gag in your mouth.

For I'd like to rip you until you bleed.

Will you allow me to?

I'm yours.

He had never kissed her mouth before.

And when he applied the gag, upon which her teeth could scarcely take hold, it

filled her mouth with the taste of wet cloth and drove her tongue back towards

her palate.

Forgive me, O.

Rene?

Sir Stephen brought me back and put me to bed himself.

He kissed me before leaving.

I no longer have any desire not to obey Sir Stephen.

You now find it necessary and agreeable to be beaten?

Yes, that's true.

It is necessary to me too.

Though I dread beating you myself, so much so that I have never brought myself

to doing it, I take great pleasure in seeing you struggle

and hearing you scream.

Sir Stephen had, upon one sole occasion, used the whip on her in Renée's

presence.

thought Renee must love to know that while he was not with her, while he was

taking a walk or working, that she was twisting, groaning, sighing,

weeping under the lash, begging to be spared.

And that this suffering and this humiliation was being inflicted upon her

will and for the sake of his pleasure.

Nora has just brought me the key.

I didn't want you to feel that the door to her apartment was an obstacle or a

barrier that I had set up deliberately.

Such a thought would never have occurred to me.

I appreciate the gesture.

You have given me free and unlimited access to her.

I will take advantage of it.

Very well, then.

Goodbye.

They're for me? Yes.

Very little girl, like... Thanks.

Is Rene coming to pick you up today?

Yes, he's gonna come.

No one would ever need teach this woman anything.

Neither to be silent, nor to keep her hands still at her sides.

Nor to tip her head halfway back.

O was dying to see the handful of the hair growing on that nape.

To force that docile head all the way back.

To trace the line of those eyebrows with at least a finger.

Stop.

But Renee would also want to.

Renee was leaving her free and to owe a board this freedom.

It was worse than any conceivable chain.

She was waiting for more than permission.

For that she already had.

She was waiting for an order.

It was to come not from Renee, but from Sir Stephen.

Renee?

René? No, I don't see him.

But... Good idea.

Let's ring him up.

René, please.

I see.

Thank you.

He has to stay on at his office for an appointment, and he won't be back for

another hour.

Oh, couldn't understand why she was so uneasy, so distressed.

After all, what could she possibly fear from Sir Stephen that she hadn't already

undergone?

From now on, the reality of the night, And the reality of the day will be the

same reality.

You no longer have a retreat to yourself.

You have only to wait.

The one for whom one waits because one awaits him is already present.

Already master.

Remove your clothes, O.

O told herself that Sir Stephen was a more demanding but a safer master than

Renée. and that since Renee was happy to love her in the form of a slave to Sir

Stephen, all was well.

It occurred to O that she should have put on more perfume, that she hadn't

painted the points of her breasts, and that luckily she had her slippers on.

For the lacquer on her toenails was starting to tip.

Listen to me.

Since returning from Wasi, have you

belonged to another man than Rene and

myself?

No. Have you desired to belong to others?

Others whom you might have met?

No.

Do you caress yourself at night or when you're alone?

Never.

Have you female friends by whom you might allow yourself to be caressed or

you might caress?

No.

But there are female friends whom you desire.

Well, yes.

Jacqueline.

Except the word friend.

Would be over doing it then I understand you met her at the studio Have

you photographs of her?

Yes

is much more exciting when her body is covered with marks.

They show immediately to whomever sees them that everything is permitted in her

regard.

Yes.

Knowing is one thing.

Visual proof, proof constantly renewed, is another.

You were right to have her whipped.

But now,

Apart from taking pleasure in her screams and tears, we'll flog her as

frequently as necessary to keep her marked at all times.

Time to get dressed.

Sir Stephen's taking you for lunch.

Come on.

Why does Jacqueline please you?

Well, that's not difficult to explain.

She's so, so beautiful.

Too beautiful.

Like a doll you never dare touch.

But I've never spoken to her or approached her.

Because I've never really wanted to.

What O read in his eyes this time was so clear, and it was so clear to him that

she had read it, that it was now his turn to redden.

If he loved her, would he forgive her for having noticed it?

O noticed that when his blazing gaze quit her eyes, it traveled down to fix

itself on her hands, on her breasts, then back to her eyes.

At last she saw the shadow of a smile form upon his mouth.

And she dared answer it.

But speak, utter a single word, impossible.

Oh.

Yes.

Oh, what I'd like to talk to you about has already been decided by Rene.

But I also...

A souffle?

Yes, a souffle.

It will require 20 minutes.

Very well. Let it require 20 minutes.

We'll have souffles.

I need more than 20 minutes, though.

I'd be very happy if you'd like... But you know very well I'll obey all your

orders.

True. But answer all the same.

I will do what you like.

René knows what I'd like from you.

Listen, I want to remind you that when you first came to me that evening, I

you an order which you didn't obey.

And although I slapped you, I have never repeated that order.

Will you grant me from now on what you refused me then?

I have something to say to you.

I'm afraid Rene has prepared you very poorly.

I always obey Rene.

You fail to distinguish between love and obedience.

You're going to obey me without loving me and without my loving you.

Oh, remember the storm of revolt which had risen in her, denying the words she

had heard and denying her own desire.

At the time, she knew she'd been beaten, but now she was prepared to obey.

Yes.

I'll caress myself whenever you ask me to.

I also want to draw your attention to the fact that you have never, in my

presence, been possessed.

by Rene or anyone else.

I will soon inflict you with the humiliation of being watched, opening

to any of my friends who desire you, and I will find great pleasure in that.

Do not forget your ring.

If I were to ask you today, whose irons are you wearing?

Or, more pointedly, to whom you belong?

How would you answer?

To Rene and to you.

No, to me.

Rene's desire is that, first of all, you belong to me.

Before scheduling the whippings, so that the traces will be perpetually visible

upon your body, there will be a delay.

Time enough for you to induce Jacqueline to give in to me.

Why?

Why, Jacqueline?

If you're interested in Jacqueline, what does it have to do with me? There are

two reasons.

The first and less important one is that I want to see you embrace and

caress a woman.

But how in heaven's name?

How?

Even if she were to take a liking to me, how am I to get her to consent to your

presence? There's nothing to it, any way you like.

By betrayal, if necessary.

And I'm counting on you to get considerably more than that out of her.

The second reason is that I want you to lead her, lure her, if you like,

into going to Roissy.

It can't be done.

Oh, yes, it can.

Come now.

How do you suppose girls are recruited for Huasi?

Once you've brought her there, nothing more will be asked of you.

And if she wants to leave, she'll leave.

Come along.

What about the soufflés?

I want you immediately.

Follow me.

Now do for me what I have asked of you.

Go on.

Until you come.

Ambitiously, O had become captivated by Bond's subtler, more invisible than the

finest hair, stronger than the cables with which the Lilliputians made

prisoner.

She was no longer free.

Ah, thank God, no.

She wasn't any longer free.

But she was buoyant, a cloud -dwelling goddess, a swift -swimming fish of

the deeps.

But... Deep dwelling.

Forever doomed to happiness.

Open.

You're so sweet.

Thanks.

Ever since O had met Renee, and for the first time in her life, she had been

bound to him by hair -thin ligatures he could loosen with a glance, leaving her

powerless.

Now, neither her bad boy's manners, her few lovers, if one could call them

lovers, nor her harshness, nor even her courage could be of the least service to

her.

There are things I'd like to do to you, but it will be a surprise.

And there are things I'd like you to do for me.

Do you agree?

Of course.

Spread your legs under the table.

Whenever I look at you, I can think of only one thing.

Oh, by a curious contradiction, viewed as insulting to Jacqueline, an attitude

she found perfectly correct and natural when shown to herself.

Was she wanting to take Jacqueline's defense, or did she desire to be alone

possessing her?

She really couldn't have told which.

And all the more so in that she didn't possess Jacqueline.

Or not yet.

Don't.

You're smearing my lipstick.

O finally understood that Jacqueline's modest airs were expressly to intrigue

to excite her desire to break down a door which, wide open, she couldn't make

her mind to go through.

That's enough.

That O's decision was finally not her own.

but dictated to her by an outside authority, was of all things the

Jacqueline's mind.

Come on.

few were the women in whom Ove failed to find some element of beauty.

She remembered the time just after having left school she had wanted to

an ill -tempered little girl simply because of her fine -grained, smooth,

absolutely matte skin.

If pleasure had ever lit her ungrateful face, it had not been out of thanks to

O.

Once, O and one of her girlfriends had sneaked into a cheap hotel to listen to

the whores at work.

In fact, what O had thought to be desire wasn't much more than a thirst for

conquest.

With Jacqueline, it was something more.

Can I see you in?

No, thanks a lot.

O found an extraordinary pleasure in knowing that Sir Stephen would, that

evening, obtain complete information regarding all of Jacqueline's reactions.

She was wearing a shiny gray sweater.

And did she let you take hold of her full, well -separated breath

beneath this shiny gray sweater?

Yes.

And her eyelids, when she shut her eyes, did the lashes brush against

your cheek?

Yes. Describe to me a kiss.

When I kissed her, she became heavy,

very still, as though waiting for something

in my arms.

She parted her lips.

Taut her hair to one side.

Yes.

Next time, try to... to thrust her up against the doorway or

the edge of a table.

Anchor her shoulders.

Yes.

Otherwise, she might slither to the floor.

Eyes shut.

Without a sound.

Well, this is it.

The sordid den, the glorious beast emerges from every morning.

Come here.

I've got a present for you.

Occasionally, Jacqueline showed the shadow of an involuntary smile, similar

cat's smile, and like a cat's, indecisive and fleeting.

O was already familiar with it.

and knew it meant that Jacqueline's mouth wished to surrender.

O had not been long in remarking that two things could produce this smile.

First, the gifts he presented to her.

The second thing was evidence that she had aroused desire in someone, provided,

though, that this someone who desired her might be useful to her.

Or flattered her.

This filthy rich ex -boyfriend of mine gave it to me.

It's beautiful.

So what went wrong?

I refused to move in with him, and he refused to marry me. So I left him.

That's too bad.

Well, more than anything, I was with him because he made me feel loved and

desired.

So, I had no real regrets.

But why didn't you want to move in with him?

No. Living with a lover, that's losing faith.

Losing one's chances for a future.

That would have been to do what my mother did with Natalie's father.

That's impossible.

Who's Natalie?

My half -sister.

My mother had this short affair which resulted in her birth.

She's 15 now.

I only see her during vacation time.

She goes to this boarding school.

I've never seen the father, but he pays for it and sends my mother enough

allowance to cover her mediocre, idle existence.

For her, it's paradise.

Well, to tell you the truth, it almost covers it.

There's my two aunts and the maid.

All my money that's left over, once I've invested in clothes and cosmetics,

vanishes into the family's piggy bank, and then vanishes into who knows where

what.

What about your father?

My father?

I can barely remember him.

He was a demon.

A Baltic sailor who disappeared in a mysterious expedition in the polarized

flows.

He's the only one I look anything like.

I've got his hair and cheeks and his green eyes.

He's the one thing I'm grateful to my mother for.

You know,

I don't mind living in this stump.

It's living with a family that gets to me.

Let me talk to Renee.

Maybe we can invent a polite fiction to give the impression you're moving in

with a friend.

Living with a lover?

No way, but living with you?

That's another story.

After all, Renée's not officially moved in.

Not enough to jeopardize the fiction.

That you're not living with the lover.

Oath invited her to move in with us.

She's doing a good job with her.

Now all she has to do is get the mother's permission.

But I suspect that shouldn't be difficult.

Sure, sure, my little dove.

Have some tea.

Mama,

my

friend, O, will be coming by tomorrow to talk to you. To talk to me? What's

wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

She's invited me to share her apartment.

Her place is very nice and we split the costs.

I told her she'd have to ask you.

There's no bathroom in your room, but feel free to use mine.

And we can share meals, makeup, perfume, everything.

Tonight, we celebrate.

Nice bed table.

Don't open it.

Why not?

Renee told me not to.

He keeps some things in there.

How mysterious.

Aren't you curious?

Sure.

But as far as Rene goes, I respect his privacy.

I forgot something.

Have a nice evening.

You're sure he won't come back?

O thought she would never be able to obey Sir Stephen to the point of putting

Jacqueline into his clutches.

And yet, O had a violent desire to possess Jacqueline at any price,

even if that meant surrendering her to Sir Stephen.

Stop tying me up.

I have to get up early tomorrow.

I have a screen test in half an hour.

Jacqueline slept in my bed last night.

Very good.

Did you elicit any reaction?

Yes.

Three times.

And you?

She spent hours kissing my entire body.

I tried to keep myself from coming to enjoy it.

And you don't do that with me.

When I'm with you, I'm only concerned with your pleasure.

May I ask who's speaking, please?

Mr. Dupont.

I'm sorry.

He's unable to take your call at the moment.

Thank you.

Climb onto the deck.

I want you on hand per knee.

Wait until I'm finished, Nora.

Then you can dress her.

What do you want?

Am I disturbing you?

The only thing that disturbs me is that I did not call for you.

What do you want?

Nor frightens me.

I should hope so.

And when you wear, as you shortly shall, if you consent, my mark and my iron,

You'll have much better reason to fear her.

Why?

What mark?

What irons?

I already wear this ring.

Well, all that is Anne -Marie's affair.

I promised to show you to her.

Who's Anne -Marie?

Shall we go see her after lunch?

She's one of my friends.

And I suppose you've noticed that up till now...

I have never introduced you to any of them.

When Anne -Marie is finished with you, I'll give you some very sound reasons

being afraid of Nora.

Mayor? By all means.

My dear, let me see you, front and back.

But take off your clothes first.

That will be much better.

Take off your stockings.

Look, my dear. Look at your legs.

You're going to spoil them by wearing those elastic garters.

Who told you to do that?

The young chap who gave her to me.

You know the one.

Rene.

But you'll certainly concur in your view.

Very well. I'm going to give you some long, dark stockings and a corset to

them up, but a stout corset. It will affect your waistline.

She'll be much better when her waist is entirely reduced.

Also, if you haven't the time to get her undressed, you'll not find the corset

an inconvenience.

O felt her waist and belly dug into by the pressure of the battens, which in

front reached down almost to her pubis, leaving it free, however, as it left

free the entirety of her buttocks.

Bend down over the hassock.

Raise your rump and spread your legs.

O said to herself, this is how they open the gills of fish at the market and

pull open the mouths of horses to show you the teeth.

Hello, Marquis. My name is L. Look at him.

His teeth biting into the bridle.

His shiny black lips.

His nostrils flaring.

The elegance of his neck.

His long, straight back.

The curve of his rump.

Oh, would you like to learn to ride?

You can get up now, Oh.

And get dressed.

Bring her to me whenever you like.

I'll be at Samoa in two days.

That will be fine.

In ten days, if that suits you, Aunt Marie.

Regarding Jacqueline, it would be very easy to tell her that all this was

one of Renée's whims.

Whereupon, O was reminded of a thought which had been tormenting her for some

time.

Had Renée so thoroughly given her to Sir Stephen that he didn't love her

anymore?

What was going to happen if he didn't love her anymore?

When Sir Stephen's chauffeur left her in front of her building, O was suddenly

overcome with such doubt regarding Renee that she could not resist the urge to

confront him immediately.

You can go now. Please, show her in.

Oh, what's the matter?

I was afraid.

I was dreadfully afraid that you don't love me anymore.

All of a sudden, just out of the blue.

Yes.

In the car, coming back from... From where?

But I know a silly thing.

From Anne -Marie's apartment.

And you're going to San Juan in ten days.

So Stevens just phoned me.

I don't care what they do to me.

I don't care what they do.

As long as you love me.

Tell me you still do.

My sweetest little creature.

I do love you.

But I want you to obey me.

And you don't.

Or not well.

There's the corset.

Have you told Jacqueline that you belong to Sir Stephen?

Have you talked to her about Roissy?

No, I assure you.

Technine accepts my caresses.

But the day she knows that I... She's right.

It's true.

You're much more attractive when your waist is trimmed out.

It struck O that it had been such a long time since he'd taken her, that deep

down inside her, she had doubted whether he still wanted her.

And in this she found a proof of his love.

You know, you're stupid not to talk to Jacqueline.

We need her at Wassy.

The best and easiest way would be for you to lead her there.

Well, perhaps it doesn't matter.

When you come back from somewhere, your true condition will

speak for itself.

You'll no longer be able to... to hide anything from her.

Why?

You'll see.

You still have five days to go.

Only five.

Because five days before, he sends you to Anne -Marie.

Her Stephen.

Intense. To begin whipping you, day in and day out.

And you'll certainly show traces of it.

And how will you explain that to Jacqueline?

How, I wonder.

Listen.

There is at any rate one thing you're going to tell her.

And tell her right away.

That I'm in love with her.

And is it true?

I want to have her.

And since you can't or won't do anything, I'll do what has to be done

She'd never agree.

No?

Well, then.

She'll end up landing there by force.

I got the part.

You did?

Yeah.

For the vampire movie?

I leave in five days. We're shooting up north for six weeks.

Congratulations.

Renee's going to visit his parents next week.

He'll be gone for a while, too.

So? Why don't you go with him?

He never takes me along with him.

I'm sure you'll find a way to enjoy your solitude.

Jacqueline, Renée's in love with you.

A month earlier, O had been horrified at the idea of seeing Jacqueline's so

fragile and slender body belabored by the lash.

Her tight sex wrenched open.

Her pure mouth howling and those cheeks sticky from tears.

But O now repeated Renée's last remark to herself.

and was happy.