2. Sir Stephen O. lived on the island of St. Louis, in an old beautiful house. Her apartment was under the roof. Of the four rooms, two were facing south. Balconies were made right on the slope of the roof. One of these rooms served as a bedroom, and the second, filled with bookcases with books, was something between a living room and a study: a large sofa stood opposite the wall, and an old round table to the left of the fireplace. Sometimes dinners were arranged here, because the small dining room with windows overlooking the courtyard could not always accommodate all the invited guests. The next room from the dining room was occupied by Rene. Bathroom was shared. Her walls were painted the same yellow color as the walls of the tiny kitchen. A special woman was hired to clean the apartment every day. The floors in the rooms were lined with red hexagonal tiles, and when O. saw her again, she froze for a moment - the floors in the corridors of Roisy Castle were exactly the same.

O. sat in her room — the curtains closed, the bed neatly made, and looked at the flames dancing behind the grate.

“I bought you a shirt,” he said as he entered the room. “You haven't had one like this yet.”

And indeed, he laid out on the bed from the side where O. usually slept, a white, almost transparent shirt, narrowed at the waist and very thin. O. tried it on. Dark nipples shone through the thin material. In addition to the curtains of pink and black creton and two small armchairs upholstered with the same material, everything else in this room was white: the walls, the bed, the bear skin lying on the floor ... and now the hostess’s new silk shirt.

Sitting on the floor by the lighted fireplace, O. listened attentively to her lover. He spoke of freedom, more precisely, of lack of freedom. Leaving her the right to leave at any time, he demanded from her complete obedience and slavish obedience, and which time he had reminded of the castle of Roissy and the ring on her finger. And she was happy with this rather strange declaration of love (he was constantly looking for evidence of her boundless devotion to him).

Rene spoke and nervously walked around the room. O. sat with her hands on her knees, dropping her eyes and not daring to look at her lover. Suddenly, Renee asked her to spread her legs and she, hurriedly lifting her shirt, sat on her heels - the Japanese or Carmelite nuns take the same posture and spread her knees wide. Hard white fur tingled slightly buttocks. Then he told her to open her mouth. At such moments of O. it seemed that God was talking to her.

The beloved wanted from her only one thing - complete and unconditional accessibility. He was simply not enough of her openness and humility, he was looking for an absolute in this. In her appearance, in her manner of behavior there should not have been the slightest hint of the possibility of resistance or refusal.

This meant the following: firstly - and with this she is already familiar - in someone's presence she should not put her foot on the leg, and also should always remember and keep her lips slightly parted. And to follow these two rules is not as easy as it seems now. It will require the utmost composure and attention. The second concerns her clothes. She will have to take care of her wardrobe herself. Tomorrow, she should review the cabinets and drawers with laundry and pull out all the panties and belts. He will take them. The same applies to bras, so that he no longer needs to cut their straps with a knife and to shirts that cover his chest. You can leave only blouses and dresses fastened in front, as well as wide loose skirts. Now she will have to walk along the streets with a free, unrestrained breast. Missing items must be ordered from the dressmaker. Money for it in the bottom drawer of the secretary.

The rest, said Rene, he will tell her a little later.Then he put firewood in the fireplace, lit a lamp made of thick yellow glass standing at the head of the bed and, saying Oh. That he would soon come, headed for the door. She, still not raising her head, whispered:

- I love you.

Rene returned, and the last thing that O. saw before she turned off the light and the whole room was plunged into darkness was the dull shine of her mysterious metal ring. At the same moment, she heard the voice of her beloved, gently calling her, and felt his persistent hand between her legs.

O. had breakfast alone. Rene left early in the morning and had to return only in the evening. He was going to take her somewhere for dinner. Suddenly, the phone rang. She returned to the bedroom and picked up the phone there. It was Rene. He wanted to find out if the woman who was cleaning the apartment had left.

“Yes,” said O. “She prepared breakfast and left quite recently.”

- Have you already started to disassemble things? - he asked.

“No,” said O. “I just got up.”

- Are you dressed?

- Only a nightgown and a bathrobe.

- Hang up and take them off.

She undressed. For some reason, she was agitated, and the phone, touched by an awkward movement of her hand, suddenly slid off the bed and fell onto the carpet. O. involuntarily screamed, frightened that the connection had been broken, but in vain. Picking up the phone, she heard the voice of her lover:

“Have you lost the ring yet?”

“No,” she replied.

Then he told her to wait for him and prepare a suitcase with unnecessary clothes for his arrival. After that he hung up.

The day was quiet and serene. The rays of the dim autumn sun fell on the carpet with a yellow spot. O. picked up a white shirt and pale green, thrown in the colors of immature almonds, a terry robe and rushed to the bathroom to clean them. Passing by a mirror hanging on the wall, O. stopped. She remembered Roissy. True, now she didn’t have a leather necklace or bracelets on her, and no one humiliated her, but, however, she had never before experienced such a strong dependence on some external force and someone’s will. Never before did she feel so slave than she is now, standing in front of a mirror in her own apartment, and never before did this feeling bring her greater happiness. When she leaned over to open the laundry drawer, her percy gently swung.

She spent about two hours disassembling the linen. The least trouble was with the cowards; she just threw them in one pile and all. She didn’t have to bother with bras either: they were all fastened either on the back or on the side, and she refused them. Going over the belts, and it would be more correct to say, just tossing them aside, she thought only once when she picked up a gold satin belt embroidered with gold; He was laced up on his back and looked very much like the corset she had to wear in Roissy. She decided to leave him for now. Rene will come, let him understand himself. She also did not know what to do with numerous sweaters and with some dresses from her vast wardrobe. The last of the linen closet O. pulled out the black silk underskirt, decorated with pleated frill and lush lace. She thought at the same time that now she would need other petticoats, short and light, and she would probably have to give up her straight strict dresses too. Then she suddenly wondered: what would she have to do in the winter when the cold came.

Finally it was over. Of all the wardrobe, she left only blouses fastened in front, her favorite black skirt, coat and the suit that was on her when they returned from Roissy.

She went to the kitchen to make tea. The woman who came to do the cleaning had forgotten, apparently filling the basket with the firewood, which they put in front of the fireplace in the cabin, and O. did it herself. Then she carried the basket to the salon, lit the fireplace and, settling in a deep easy chair, began to wait for Rene. Today, unlike other evenings, she was naked.

The first trouble was waiting ...