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In the last episode, O finally understood that Jacqueline's modest airs ...

... were expressly to excite her.

Describe to me her kiss.

When I kissed her she became heavy.

Their friendship grew and soon O convinced Jacqueline to move in with her and René.

But she thought she would never be able to put Jacqueline into Sir Steven's clutches.

That O was obeying an outside authority was far from Jacqueline's mind.

What marks? What irons? I already wear this ring.

All that's Anne-Maries" affair. Raise your rump and spread your legs.

Sir Steven had called upon Anne-Marie to accomplish a very special goal ...

... which would mark O forever.

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

I don't care what they do to me, as long as you love me.

O had been tormented by the thought that René had given her to Sir Steven because ...

he didn't love her anymore. That he still wanted her, was to O a proof of his love.

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.

Here's O. You know what's to be done.

Have you told her about the operation?

No. - I might as well start right now.

You want to put the rings and the mark on in person? - With pleasure.

Come back when you like. O, one moment. Go to your room. Undress yourself.

Leave your stockings and sandals on. Then come back here.

0, kneel before Sir Steven.

0, do you consent to wear the rings and the insignia Sir Steven desires you to wear?

Without knowing beforehand how they will be put on you?

Yes. - Then I'll see Sir Steven to his car. Stay here.

Please don't bother, Anne-Marie.

You are mine. O, you are truly mine.

Bring her here, I want to have a closer look at her.

Has Sir Steven whipped you? - Yes.

With what and when? - Three days ago with a crop.

As long as you're here you won't be whipped. But today yes.

To designate your arrival. As soon as I've finished examining you.

Has Sir Steven ever whipped the inside of your thighs? - No.

I dare say no. Men never know. We'll attend to all that in due time.

Show me your waist.

That's better, isn't it?

Draw it as tight as you possibly can.

It's terrible. It hurts. - Exactly, and that's why your are much more lovely now.

You're to wear it this way all the time.

Now tell me how Sir Steven prefers to use you.

Turn her around. Let me see her behind.

Of course. You've no need to reply. You'll have to be marked on the buttocks.

We'll draw lots to see who's to do the whippings. Colette, bring the chip-box.

Give them out.

I have a square. Colette has the circle. -1 do.

Take O to the music room. She's yours.

Nothing that goes on here can be heard outside.

This is the part of your body where the skin is softest.

Don't spoil it. Go easy.

Just a little more and then it will be all over.

you can scream that long, can't you? Of course you can. Colette?

You'll stop when I tell you.

No, for God's sake no. I can't stand it another second. Please!

O knew she liked the idea of torture. She'd see the earth go up in fire ...

... and smoke to escape it.

When it was over she was happy to have undergone it.

And all the happier the crueller and more prolonged it had been.

Stop!

That O thinks she's such a princess. That'll teach her.

You're the one who has something to learn.

Thank me.

Thank you. Very much. - Look at Anne-Marie drooling over her new pet.

You're her old pet. So what?

Every girl who enters my house enters an entirely feminine society.

Your sense of being a woman should be increased, ...

... heightened, intensified.

0, you'll remain for the rest of the afternoon, legs raised, exposed on the platform.

You will see how effective the process is.

Apart from the rings and the insignia you will wear on your departure ...

... you will find yourself much more openly and profoundly a slave ...

... than you could ever imagine possible.

Don't you want to eat something? - No, thanks.

Yvonn, O, come with me to my room.

Yvonne has told you nothing?

What is there for Yvonne to tell? - Nor Sir Steven of course.

Here are the rings he wishes you to wear. This is a trial model.

It can be removed. In the permanent variety there are spring catches

inside the hollow prongs: When you insert the other half it locks.

Once locked, it cannot be opened.

You'd have to file the ring in two to remove it.

On the blank side your name and title will be engraved.

Sir Steven's first and last names and a device: a crossed whip and riding-crop.

Yvonne wears one already on her belly. - But... - That's why I brought her in.

Show your belly, Yvonne. You see, she's been pierced. A clean hole.

Like a ticket-puncher makes. The trial model ring passes through it.

Isn't the medal on your collar enough? - I think it's to fasten me by.

I'll make the hole for you in a moment. - Now? - There's nothing to it.

What takes time is putting the clamp in place: the skin outside

and the membrane inside have to be sutured properly.

The holes must coincide. The whip is more painful.

Will I get an anaesthetic? - Certainly not. You'll be tied tighter than yesterday.

That's altogether sufficient.

You see, it wasn't so bad. - I guess, we've learned how to endure pain.

Anne-Marie also teaches how to endure the pleasure. - Have you been with her?

She's so beautiful when she comes. And then she's always wanting more.

Nobody's ever seen her entirely naked. She opens or pulls up that night-gown of hers.

But never takes it off. - Have all of you been with her?

She chooses who she wants every night. Sometimes it's the same person ...

... several days in a row. She chose me two nights ago.

She's coming.

Who do you think she'll choose? - 1 know she likes Colette.

Time for bed.

Claire, will you please come with me?

I knew you're her favourite. - That has nothing to do with it. You're her favourite.

That's why Colette's so jealous.

This time I'm gonna make you scream with pleasure to make up for yesterday.

You did what you were told. I enjoys it. Thank you.

I'm sure you'll enjoy this much more.

Claire, I want more. enjoy the sound of them. Go on.

Girls!

Who's in? - Me.

Me. - Me.

Guess which hand.

Good guess. No flogging for you today.

O had the incessant desire to close her legs. but it was thwarted.

Light as it was the trial model hung heavily. The hard metal was an instrument of torture.

What would it be when the second ring was added and it hung even more heavily?

One can see them immediately. - Of course. You understood what Sir Steven wants?

At Roissy or elsewhere, Sir Steven or anyone else will see them. You too.

Before the mirror. Whoever lifts up your skirt will see the rings.

If he turns you around, the insignia as well. - I used to think tattoos ...

... could be removed easily.

O won't be tattooed.

Well? Say it. - My dear. I hardly dare.

You'll be marked with an iron. Sir Steven sent it to me two days ago.

An iron?! - A red-hot one.

Please ... it's the third day in a row. - You know the rules. I want you to enjoy it.

Yvonne reminded O of Jacqueline. But how well blows and irons suited Yvonne

how sweet were her moans, the sweat running down her limbs.

O wondered, would Jacqueline ever pass this way?

Now it's time for your punishment.

I see your welts have healed. I wish I could whip you again.

During these two hours before dinner, O could think nothing save that she was open

and of the ring hanging so heavily. The ring which would weigh yet more heavily

when the second link was added to it.

All she could think of was her slavery. And the tokens of her slavery.

You whip Colette.

Goon!

Harder!

O had been gripped by a terrible pleasure that she felt herself laughing with joy.

She had to overcome powerful impulses to decelerate the cadence of the blows.

That was to remember me by. - You bitch. How could you do that to me?

You belong to me. - You know that's not true.

I belong to Sir Steven.

when did you enter Roissy? Did Anne-Marie send you?

No. - Anne-Marie sent me. It was two years ago. I'm going back the day after tomorrow.

Don't you belong to someone? - Claire belongs to me.

your master arrives tomorrow morning, O. You will sleep with me tonight.

I'm removing your irons.

I want you to caress me.

Anne-Marie was swift to react, prompt to surrender. But it wasn't to O.

the pleasure to which she opened wide her eyes was an anonymous pleasure.

O was the mere instrument.

Do it again.

O did not possess Anne-Marie. No one possessed Anne-Marie.

She extracted caresses without concerning what the other person felt.

She surrendered herself with an insolent liberty. Still she was tender and gentle with O.

Theses hours are the last you'll sleep without wearing irons.

They will be put on you very shortly and won't come off.

Here, where you're so round and smooth: Sir Steven's initials will be burnt into you here.

On either side of the cleft dividing your buttocks.

This is the last time you see yourself intact. You'll not recognise yourself when I

bring you back again to look at the mirror on the eve of your departure.

Sir Steven is right. Go to sleep, O.

0, don't be afraid.

It's what I want. I can't help myself.

I wanted to thank you for yesterday.

Come on, O. He's waiting for you.

Here we are. The rings can be set in place whenever you like.

She's been pierced.

Right away, if you don't mind.

Thank you, Anne-Marie.

These new irons were much heavier than the provisional ones.

But these were the definitive ones.

And now your mark. Correct?

One single abominable pain shrieked through her as though lightning had struck her.

Sir Steven, what a pleasant surprise.

We were just in the neighbourhood. I thought we can find suitable sommerwear ...

... for Mademoiselle. The new line should be just perfect for her.

Maggie, get the models ready. The R-collection.

Let's close the store for today.

Sir Steven. Please.

You don't need to wear a swimming suit.

It's summer. When you swim, you'll swim in the nude.

Go select a few hats to go with the outfits.

This design does have special feature.

I really like to use you as if you were a boy.

But I'm afraid this won't do.

Os own pleasure in grasping a wet and burning Jacqueline was reminding her

of the pleasure Sir Steven took doing the same thing to her.

He did not cope with unnecessary difficulties.

I'm so proud about my marks. Did you see how they looked at me?

I can't wait to see Jacqueline's reaction and René's.

All that's missing is my final touch.

I'm going to have you whipped regularly now. I don't want to see you

again without fresh marks.

You're far less attractive without them. Jacqueline will see them too.

I'm looking forward to that.

Let's go on our walk.

I want to suck your blood.

Cut! Very nice Jacqueline.

That'll be all for the day.

René! What a surprise! John, meet René, my roommate's boyfriend.

Nice to meet you. - Hello. - What are you doing here?

I was at my parents. On my way home I realised you were shooting nearby ...

Come on, let's go for a drink.

See you. - Bye.

But you're an hour early! I'm not ready yet. - Hurry up and undress, O.

I don't want us to be late for our lunch date.

Hello? Rene, how nice to hear from you. How's the family?

You couldn't have picked a better moment to call. Hold on.

I have to be back on the set at four o'clock.

Who was that? - Just checking up on O.

So how is she?

It sounds like she's being well taken care of.

And so am I.

I have a present for you.

Darling, you shouldn't have.

It's worth it just to get a smile like that out of you.

That's the most beautiful present anyone's ever given me.

Here, help me with the clasp.

I have invited O because she is my slave.

I'd like you to use her as you desire.

O wondered at the coarseness of his words. But she knew they'd treat her like a whore.

She had to consent to anything her master desired of her.

Now turn around, O.

My friends, I'd like you to help yourself.

Come here.

Go on, kneel at my feet.

Unbutton me.

Take my sex and caress it.

Now adjust my clothing.

O had expected the other boy to spring upon her. Bust she was mistaken.

May I take her to my hotel? - You are free to do as you desire with her.

Here, take this with you.

And this

works all locks.

You must come here often. - Actually very rarely.

But the hotel belongs to me, that's why.

I wanted to be alone with you. - That's fine.

I think it's humiliating for you to do those things in front of strangers.

I do what Sir Steven asks of me. I don't mind being humiliated.

Will you undress for me?

You're a very beautiful woman.

there are a lot of things I've never dared ask a woman.

Ask me.

He was completely out of his head to find himself all of a sudden free to penetrate

... a woman wherever he chose and to have a woman embrace him this way.

Come with me to Switzerland. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow.

I belong to Sir Steven. I do as he wishes.

Do you love him?

I worship him.

You need to come back down to earth.

Where do you think I am?

Haven't you ever thought of getting married? Having children, leading a normal life?

Not in a long time. - I might like to have children.

With you. - With me? You're very young, Eric.

Enjoy me. That's what Sir Steven wants.

Are you tired?

All I can think about is making love to you.

OK. Come on. Let's tie you up! You want to?

As you wish.

Go on. Whip me. Don't you want to?

No, I can't.

Try it. You might enjoy it.

Go on. Harder. Please.

Punish me. Harder, Eric.

Gag me before I scream.

I can't hurt you.

The gag is in the suitcase. I'm begging you.

Why? Why punish you? - To help me forget the guilt

I'm feeling for wanting you so much.

Forget your guilt!

I want you to want me!

I want you to love me!

I'm afraid I'm in love with you. - That's against the rules.

Let's get married. I want to save you.- Save me?!

But I'm in no danger.

I know you belong to Sir Steven. But there's always a way out.

the marks and the rings I bear will never come off.

Would you like to have a wife marked by another man?

The marks are only skin deep. Love is in the heart.

To love.

Will you spend the night with me? - You can do what you want with me.

I'd like to know if that is what you want.

Yes. I want to spend the night with you.

For you to hold me in your arms. For you to love me.

That's the truth.

The Count Von Breslau is here. He wants to speak to you urgently.

Norah, bring him a cup of coffee. It looks like he needs it.

What do you want to talk to me about? - I've fallen in love with O.

In love? I assure you, you only love the way I let you use O.

You will find this with any other woman prepared the way she has been.

Prepared?! Why don't you come out and say trained, like a dog!

Branded like livestock! She's a woman, goddammit! - Of course she's a woman.

A very desirable one, despite or perhaps thanks to her training.

Which you doubtlessly enjoyed and which she owes to me!

If she owes you something, I'm sure I can come up with the necessary compensation.

Wasn't this the reason why you offered O to me in the first place?

We already have a very pleasant business relationship. And that indeed has

something to do with the fact that I offered her to you.

However, you offend me with these insinuations.

I am far from being a common pimp!

The fact is, you prostitute her. As long as she belongs to you ...

... you'll continue to abuse and humiliate her. I want you to give her back her freedom.

Eric, you are a charming young man. But there is one thing which I fear ...

... you have misunderstood. It is not for me to give O back her freedom.

She already has it. She belongs to me 'cause she wants that.

She loves to be prostituted, abused and humiliated.

Are you prepared to give her what she needs?

The day O no longer loves me, she is free to go.

And she has known that from the start.

Then I'm asking you out of respect, to tell her I want to save her.

And I want to marry her. If she still loves you, as you insist she does,

then of course she will refuse me.

Come back at eight. You'll have the answer then.

Norah! Norah!

Take her away!

Eric had made O realise she had gone so far with René and Sir Steven, that soon

there would be no turning back. Imagining what lay ahead of her, O was suddenly

gripped by such fear, that she decided to seek a person to give her comfort: Jacqueline.

Hello? I'm looking for Jacqueline. Do you know where I might find her?

It's lunch break right now. Just over there. - Thanks.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Jacqueline. Have you seen her?

She already finished. She's probably taking a walk. - Thank you.

Another starlet looking to sleep her way into a two-bit role.

Hello.

Yes, Norah. I'll be right there.

Eric has fallen madly in love with you, O. He came here this morning and begged me

to give you back your freedom He said he wants to marry you.

He wants to save you. - I know.

You also know what I do to you, O. And I keep on doing that as long as you're mine.

And if you're mine, you're not free to refuse. But, you know you are always free

to refuse to be mine.

I told him that. He's coming back at eight. - Isn't it a bit late in the day for that?

You're crazy. The pair of you. If Eric hadn't come to see you this morning,

what would you have done with me now? We'd taken a walk and nothing else?

Just for a walk? Then let's take a little walk.

Or why did you call me? Or perhaps you didn't mean to?

If so, I'll be going. - No. I'd phoned you anyhow.

But not to take you out for a walk. I wished to ... - Say it?

Come with me, that'll be simpler.

The walls and ceiling are sound-proofed.

Since when? - It's been done since your return.

And why? - Why what?

Why have I waited until now? Because I have been waiting to put you

into other men's hands. Now I am going to punish you.

I have never punished you, O. - But I'm yours.

Punish me if you like. And when Eric comes.

O expected never to see him again. She encountered him at Roissy.

He took charge of her for three days in a row and mistreated her savagely.

To O, one thing was certain: She was guilty and happy to be whipped.

Because the pain and the shame of the lash seemed to her to be the absolution of her sin.

Her guilt at having been loved by another, and having loved his love.

This was a sin whose absolution would be all the more difficult.