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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.

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... John. All

right, I might call you later.

Yes? If you like, perhaps we could have a 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.

Go close, please.

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.

Come, 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

which she did everything.

that made it impossible to think 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.

Watch this.

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

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 you'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. But... I don't know. It's very simple. You'll have to hide it

your person. Come over here.

Lift your skirt.

Lift your skirt.

You'll have to lift it higher than that.

Hurry up.

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.

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. Oh, no, we haven't got any

Look, I know you have what I want. I'm going to stand here till I get it.

I don't handle that type of book. 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.

Hey, 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 it 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, Princeton.

Right.

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

Bagatelle Gardens.

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 two

hands.

I remembered that Ann left her fingernails natural.

This last photograph here, is this still Ann?

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 a...

At the bookstalls. She didn't show any lack of respect, did she?

I didn't know 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.

He's soaking wet, the little darling.

It's a real lady.

Wait, wait,

wait.

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.

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 I think you should take in the belt just a little

Ann, turn around.

Ann?

It's nothing.

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

That's all.

Ann?

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?

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.

A 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.

Master.

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, young?

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

You can sit down.

Smell.

See how good you smell?

Kiss it.

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.

Would you like me to turn the little fountain on?

Why not?

All right, watch.

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.

before she is when she's coming.

The little cunt.

Go ahead.

Play with your little ass.

I want to see her eyes.

Untire.

Stop it! Are you crazy?

Put it down!

Put it down!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Put it down!

I'm leaving.

What will I do?

Good morning.

Good morning.

How is your friend feeling?

And 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.