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In the last episode, O was initiated to the rules of Roissy.

To the dress, she had to wear and to the whips which would punish her.

The thought of Rene sustained her ...

... and gave her the strength to obey him with devotion.

The only rule she had trouble submitting to was the rule ...

... forbidding her to look the men in the face.

Now kneel down.

Caress me. Kiss me.

When O first met Rene, how could she have suspected the complexity and ...

... the contradiction of the feelings he would provoke within her.

As her lover prostituted her before his own eyes

She felt debased and guilty, ...

... fearing he would leave her for having moaned with such pleasure ...

... while being taken by a stranger.

As the days passed and the rituals of Roissy set in, ...

... O was slowly and sweetly forgetting the reality of the outside world.

Last night, three men took me all at the same time.

You, Monique, open her up and put itin her.

Each step of O's initiation was preparing her to perform ...

... what was really her one and only duty: to let herself be used.

Rid me of those dreams. Deliver me.

Take me, so that I have not even the time to dream, I'm unfaithful to you.

What I've read so far in your Story of O ...

... 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.

During her first days at Roissy O felt herself in constant danger.

So compelling was her curiosity about faces.

You'll be punished.

And I'll let you look forward to it.

Don't worry. I'll choose the most humiliating moment possible.

No matter how cruelly they treated her when the men wanted to do so

she never had the courage or cowardice to throw herself at their knees.

The chains and the silence which ought to have sealed her isolated self ...

... Within twenty impenetrable walls ...

... to have asphyxiated her, strangled her, hadn't ...

... to the contrary, they'd been her deliverance.

Liberating her from herself.

Bend down.

Bend further.

It's the largest size?

Ritualistically soiled by saliva and sperm.

By sweat mingled with her own sweat, O sensed herself ...

... To be the vessel of impurity, the gutter mentioned in the Scripture.

But those parts of her body the most continually offended

having become more sensitive seemed to her to have become

at the same time more lovely, more noble.

Now, that you're doubly open I promise ...

I'll make certain you remain so.

I'm leaving tonight.

But ...

I love you, don't forget me.

I will never forget the hand that blindfolds me.

Or the whip that lashes me

You're the chain above my bed.

The stranger who chews my womb.

All the voices that give me orders are your voice.

Then you're not becoming weary? - No, never.

Before I leave ...

... l would like to have you whipped.

And this time I'll ask your permission. Will you agree?

I need to hear you say it.

Will you agree?

I beg you to whip me my love. - Yes.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Rene! I love you!

I love you!

Slowly Rene was taking O's chains off.

0, you won't be dining with the others tonight. I'd like you to get ready now.

You won't be needing that.

To say that O began to await her lover the minute he left is a vast understatement.

The men treated her worse than before.

Had she sinned?

Or had her lover left her so that the very people ...

... he had loaned her to would feel freer ... to do as they pleased with her.

O had never greeted the darkness with such joy.

She blessed it and the chains that bore her away from herself.

Please come with me.

O didn't care what they wanted from her, thinking only...

that there were five days and five nights to go before Rene would come back.

O never found out why Pierre was the only man there to be polite to her.

You'll be blindfolded for the whippings. And you'll never see who comes here.

In the hot semi-darkness, O soon lost all track of time.

No sound intruded. There was no longer any day or night.

The light never went out.

O wondered whether her lover was aware of the pain, ...

... the tortures to which he had delivered her?

Was he the one to decide what they would be?

O lost rack of who the men were or how many ...

She couldn't identify who she was touching with her hands and lips.

Thus O lost track of the tortures and screams, ...

... which were smothered by the thick walls of the dungeon.

Suddenly time no longer stood still.

You're to get dressed now, we're leaving.

O found out that the masters' presence, her nakedness ...

... and her nocturnal chains destroyed her assurance, ...

...which she could only regain when in clothes.

O didn't know if she finally freed or if she felt something was missing.

One of them is yours. Choose one.

That O felt she had been ennobled and gained in dignity by being prostituted ...

... was a source of surprise and yet dignity was indeed the right term.

I love you.

Home sweet home.

to begin with, you mustn't think of yourself as free.

From now on, you are not free.

You are free in one sense ...

... and only one: you may stop loving me ...

... and leave me immediately.

But if you do love me, ...

... Then you're not free at all.

O called this a good fortune.

She was happy, Rene wanted to prove himself that she belonged to him.

But she did see his naivete in failing to realise ...

... that the degree to which he possessed her lay beyond any proof.

In order to hear what I'm saying, ...

I want you to unlock your knees ...

... and unfold your arms.

Or maybe he did realise it and only wanted to emphasise it, ...

... Because he derived a certain pleasure out of it.

That's not wide enough.

I want you to be constantly ...

... and immediately accessible to me.

That means two things.

The first one you learned at Roissy.

You will remember at all times that you've lost all right ...

... to privacy or concealment and as reminder ...

... in our presence

... you'll never close your lips completely.

Or cross your legs or press your knees together.

Today you'll go through your dresser and adjust your wardrobe to my needs.

No belts, bras or panties.

You're to go to your tailor to make new clothes.

Will I also be going to work in clothes adjusted to your need? - Yes.

If someone notices, explain however you like. That's not my concern.

You might think these signs of your accessibility mean very little.

But you're wrong.

You will discover that this continual effort of attention ...

... will continually remind you of the reality of your condition.

I have more to tell you, but I prefer to wait a few days.

Next time you sit down to listen to me, I want you to be dresses...

... the way you should be.

You'll find the money you'll need in the top drawer of the desk.

I love you.

I love you too.

You must never look a man in the face, ...

... hot even me.

O ...l1 love you.

I'll be off now, Miss O.

See you tomorrow, Mrs. Dubois. Have a nice day.

Hello? - It's me. Has the cleaning woman left yet?

Yes, she just served me breakfast.

She won't be back 'til tomorrow. - Have you started going through your things?

I was about to but I got a late start, didn't finish my bath till noon.

Are you dressed? - No, I'm in my night-gown.

Set the receiver down and listen to me.

Take off your night-gown.

Hello?! - Are you naked?

Yes, where are you calling from? - You've still got your ring on?

Of course. - I want you to stay naked until I return.

And meanwhile put the things you're discarding in a suitcase.

O was alone, her sole spectator.

And yet, never had she felt herself more totally committed to a will ...

... which was not her own, more totally a slave,...

... and more content to be so.

Madame? Are you sure you don't want me to call my wife?

No, you've always done a fine job. Do you understand what I want? - Yes.

Two or three dresses that button up the front, with wide skirts, ...

... and two or three silk blouses, which also button up the front of course .

Exactly.

Also arrange the slips so they open together with the skirts.

One last thing. Please arrange some brassieres, ...

... which hook between the breasts. With a hole outlining my nipples, ...

... so they can breathe. - Breathe?

That's right. - Fine.

I should have your order by next week.

I'll take care of that personally.

Hello. - Hi. This is Grace. How are you?

Fine. How about you? - Where on earth have you been?!

Thanks for the slippers, O.

In the country. It was beautiful.

Am I interrupting something? I can call you back ...

... at a more convenient moment. - What about theses sweaters, 0?

I told you to get rid of them.

Hold on. They're warm. I can roll them up.

I've tried ...

I f you insist!

So, what's up? - I'm glad you're back. The models ...

... have been screaming for you. Noone knew why you left during the shows!

I'll be at the agency tomorrow.

Ok, Jacqueline, come in. We'll do a test on you.

I'll write you down for 2 o'clock.

OK. That's enough.

What's gotten into her? - Must be her mystery vacation.

Never seen anything like it. She's another woman. - I don't see a difference.

Maybe you're right. She does seem a bit different.

Hi, I'm Jacqueline. Grace called me in from Stars.

Ok. You don't need a test.

You shouldn't wear garters. You're going to ruin your legs.

It's practical. - Practical for what?

I don't like garter belts.

What? - You'll do just fine. Go finish your hair.

Touch up her makeup.

Take a rest. Check the exposure.

Beautiful.

Tanks.

Good.

That's it for the week.

O could smell the pungent, vegetable odour when Jacqueline raised her arms.

She wondered what perfume they'd given her.

Excuse me. I have to undress. - Sorry.

The next day O took home the prints.

She didn't know, whether to show it to Rene or not.

May I have a look.

Charming. I was just passing by. I wanted to take a look at the shots we took.

I guess this isn't the moment.

I left the shots at home. - Well, some other time then.

Why? That's quite all right.

Please don't go, really.

Rene, Jacqueline, Jacqueline, Rene, my boyfriend.

O sensed, that Rene and her were both gazing at Jacqueline.

Noone could possibly resist the desire to drink of those green waters, ...

... hor to rip off that camisole to lay hands on her full breasts.

O knew, what she was looking for in her.

Why lock the door? - I want to see you undress.

You've seen me undressed at the beach. - That's not the same.

What about you?

It'd the wrong day of the month.

O never allowed a girl to caress her. O loved to see a face transformed ...

... by the mist which renders faces so smooth and so youthful.

The power her girls had over her was also guarantee of her own power over men.

What she asked of women she was happy that men demand of her.

She was the accomplice of both, men and women and stood only to gain with each.

She excites you. I like that. And so will somebody else I know.

Would you like to join us for a drink? - 1 didn't realise you were here. I'd love to.

It's me. O is ready for you now.

Glad to hear that. I'd like to invite you both to lunch tomorrow.

That will be fine. I'm looking forward to introducing you.

We may even have another possibility. A friend of hers. Very beautiful.

What I want is obedience. - l understand.

I took your advice about that deal in Liechtenstein. It turned out quite nicely.

don't worry about tomorrow. I'm sure everything will be just fine.

Soam I.

I'd like you to join me and my friend for lunch. A car will pick you up.

Dress entirely in black. Take the same makeup and perfume you took in Roissy.

Be ready at one.

T be alone after bath and now making herself up as in Roissy felt strange to her.

At Roissy she learned not to be in a hurry. She perfumed herself ...

... three times. It was a dry-wood somewhat wild-plant odour.

The mist melted upon her skin, hanging in tiny droplets.

Don't wrinkle your dress.

O felt the cold leather and metal against her skin and didn't dare ...

... to sit down, fearing she'll get the temptation to cross her legs.

I'd like you to join me and my friend to introduce you to Sir Steven.

Shall we have lunch? - As you wish.

O felt herself being weighed and hefted for the instrument she knew she was.

Such hands are made for irons. Iron suits you admirably.

I've always wanted a necklace of those black stones.

But without diamonds. A tight-fitting necklace. A choker.

O asked herself, if she'd have exchanged the collars for the hematite necklace.

The choker, the one she'd cherished in her adolescent's dreams.

I' like some ice-cream and coffee. - Ice-cream yes, coffee no.

I'd like you to join me and my friend to join me for coffee at my home.

Only I dismissed the chauffeur. Rene, will you drive?

We should go straight to my place.

O wondered, when she would know how to lift her skirts while sitting down ...

... 50 nobody would notice, so she could forget her nakedness.

I love you.

I would simply like you to listen to me.

I believe, Rene has never spoken to you of his family.

Rene's mother was married to an Englishman before wedding his father.

This man had a son by a first marriage. That's me. I was brought up by Rene's mother.

Until the day she left my father.

Though I am not related to Rene we are brothers ...

... after a fashion.

Rene loves you. I know it.

It's enough to see the way he looks at you.

The ring gives me the right to do as I please with you.

But what we want from you is far more serious.

I say "we" because I'm speaking on both our behalves.

What belongs to me has always been his and contrariwise.

Will you consent to common ownership?

Consider me as another form of your lover.

You'll always have one single master.

A somewhat more redoubtable master, for I have ...

... fondness for habits and ritual.

Sir Stevens words and glances penetrating the middle of her body nailing her naked ...

... and attentive loins to the warm chair.

The object of his habits and ritual was going to be the possession of ...

... amongst other parts, her long thighs which were hidden under her skirt.

She had already, beforehand, opened it.

Will you answer me now?

Would you like me to tell you a little more?

I myself will explain Sir Steven's preferences to you.

My expectations rather.

They wanted her to talk today. And accept in plain words ...

... what up till then only her silence had accepted.

I'm yours. I'll be what you want me to be. - No.

You're to be ours.

Repeat after me: I belong to both of you.

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

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

You acknowledge my and Sir Steven's right to dispose of you body ...

... in whatever manner we please?

They were asking O to say yes in advance to which she want to say yes.

But her body was saying no.

But all she could think of was the moment, Sit Steven would touch her.

O was horrified lest Rene detect in her eyes what he might consider a betrayal.

Fear is so becoming to her.

I agree to whatever the two of you want. Will I be whipped?

Sometimes.

We will keep you in chains and whip you like a slave.

Your pleadings will be ignored.

Even if I consent to it now, I won't be able to bear it.

We are asking you to undergo it now, to consent now.

Ahead of time. Later, if you scream, ...

... if you beg for mercy, it will be in vain.

Have pity on me! No more

Answer. Do you consent?

I acknowledge your and Sir Steven's right to dispose of my body in whatever manner.

Kneel.

O was reminded of a curious Victorian engraving name "Family Discipline".

Spread your legs.

More.

He was opening her secret parts the way one opens the mouth of a horse.

The flesh on the inner side of her thighs is particularly soft.

She's perfectly distended.

I had that done with the thought of how much you'd enjoy ...

... having the hole you prefer always available and easy.

I'll leave its use entirely to you. - Well, gladly.

That's very nice.

Though I fear that there is some danger ...

... I tear her to a certain degree. - O belongs to you now.

She will be happy to be torn to a certain degree.

She was thunderstruck as she heard, Rene would deprive himself of parts of her body.

She assumed, that perhaps she meant less to her lover than did Sir Steven.

O was ashamed. So violent, so unexpected, that the desire she had for Sir Steven...

... just vanished . She longed for the lash as a deliverance.

I'll leave you to Sir Steven. You belong to him.

Stay as you are.

He'll send you back when he wishes.

In this library, O was aware of the absurdity of the posture she was in.

Waiting alone, O felt more prostituted and exposed in the solitude ...

... than she had felt when the two men had been there in the room.

Get up now. And sit down.

No thank you.

These were the selfsame hands tough and insistent, which had laid hold ...

... of her body, the hands which she now dreaded and hoped for.

Remove your tunic.

She detested her own desire she detested Sir Steven ...

... for the control he was exerting over himself. She wanted him to love her.

There was the truth.

Toy with your nipples.

Caress them just a bit.

Use a darker rouge, that one's too light.

No, no. Don't.

O wondered what was preventing Sir Steven from using his mouth? Why ...

... he didn't touch her nipples he had wish to see stiffen.

Which trembled with each breath she drew.

Her nipples responded by stiffening further.

Was it a sort of game for him; a procedure to test the excellence ...

... and proper functioning of a machine?

Take off your skirt.

It wasn't the caress of her lips, he was seeking the depth of her throat.

O felt the gag of flesh harden until it choked her.

And still he thrust, the repeating coming and going bringing tears to her eyes.

You are easy, O.

You love Rene but you are easy.

I wonder whether Rene knows that you desire every man who desires you.

That in sending you to Roissy and giving you to others is providing you ...

... with ready-made alibis for your own easiness?

I love Rene. - Do you? I dare you do.

You love him, but you yearn for others. Myself, for example.

Her gaze at Sir Steven was tantamount to a confession.

Now caress yourself.

An don't close your legs back together.

Once I caressed myself in the office where I work.

I thought I was alone. But my boss suddenly walked in and caught me red-handed.

Did you run away? - No, he asked me to go ahead and start again.

He locked the door and had me take off my panties and watched me.

Come on, caress yourself for me. - No, never.

I'll never caress myself in front of anyone. - You'll see when your lover ...

... asks you to. - No, never.

lcan't...

I can't.

Am I to take that for obedience?

Let me tell you: 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.

She screamed from loathing and revulsion as much as from pain.

He knew it and she knew it. She knew, he would be pleased to beat her.

And to see her cry.

Your flesh will burn you so long as your behind refuses to accommodate itself to me.

I do intend to take full advantage of Rene's generosity.

You've consented to be Rene's slave and mine, but you don't realise what it means.

By the time you find out, it will be too late for you to escape.

O thought, if she put up resistance, it will be too late for him as well..

And he end up loving her a little.

She expected no pity: But was there no hope of wrestling some affection from him.

He could have digged his hands and sex into her, but he did deign ...

...to touch his lips to her fingertips.

O's inward resistance and refusal had but one object:

... she wished to exist for Sir Steven the way she existed for Rene.

She clearly saw that Rene loved Sir Steven like a young boy loves the older one.

Rene would only love her as long as Sir Steven thought she was worth the effort.

At Roissy, Rene had been the master. But now he was no longer.

Far from it.