1. Lovers from Roissy Somehow, on a warm autumn evening, the beloved, inviting O. for a walk, brought her to a park where they had never been before. For a while they leisurely wandered along its shady alleys, and then for a long time, before dusk came, they lay on the lawn and slightly kissed the grass and kissed. They returned when it was already quite dark. At the gate of the park they were waiting for a taxi.

“Sit down,” he said, and she picked up her skirts and climbed into the car.

O. was dressed as usual: high-heeled shoes, a silk blouse, a suit with a pleated skirt, today there are also long thin gloves; in a leather handbag lay documents and cosmetics.

Taxi smoothly started. No one said a word and O. decided that the driver knew in advance where to go. Her lover drew the curtains on the windows, and O., thinking that he wanted to kiss her and waited for her to hug him quickly, hastily began to take off her gloves. But, stopping her with a warning gesture, he said:

- Give your handbag - it will disturb you.

She obediently handed over her bag, and he, putting it aside, added:

“You're wearing too much.” Unfasten the garters and take off your stockings.

It was not so easy to do this - the car was swaying all the time. In addition, O. was afraid that the driver would suddenly turn around and find her behind this occupation, and therefore O. was noticeably nervous.

She pulled off her stockings, exposing her legs under her skirt, and felt the garters slip along her delicate skin.

“Now unbutton your belt,” said the beloved, “and take off your panties.”

It turned out to be much simpler - it was necessary only to raise a little and run your hands over the buttocks and legs. Taking her panties and belt, he put them in her purse.

“Raise your shirt and skirt,” he whispered after a while, “so that there is nothing between you and the seat.”

The cold slippery material of the seat stuck to the thighs, which were not protected by clothes, and O. began to tremble from this unpleasant sensation. Then he made her wear gloves.

She was afraid to ask Rene where they were going and why he himself is silent, why he does not kiss her, and most importantly: why did he divide her and made her so defenseless. He did not forbid her anything, and yet she did not dare either to kneel down or put her legs on the leg - so she sat, spreading her hips wide and resting her hands with her hands in the seat.

“Here,” he said suddenly, loudly.

The car stopped. O. from behind the curtain saw a tall slender tree, and behind it looked like a small hotel house. In front of the house there was a courtyard and a tiny garden.

O. thought of numerous hotels in the suburbs of Saint-Germain. The car was dark. It was raining outside.

“Sit quietly,” said Rene, “don't worry.

Stretching his hands to the collar of her blouse, he untied the ribbons and unbuttoned the buttons. She happily reached out to him, thinking that he wanted to stroke her breasts. But no ... He groped the bra straps and, cutting them with a small pocket knife, threw it away. Now the chest was bare and free from the matter that was constraining it.

“Well,” he said, “finally you're ready.” Now you get out of the car and ring the doorbell. The door will open and you will be led into the house. There you will do what you are ordered. If you become obstinate now, they will come for you. If you refuse to obey, they will find the means to compel you. A handbag? You do not need it. You're just a girl I delivered to the customer. Yes I will be waiting for you. Come on.

There is another version of the beginning of the story of O. She is somewhat rougher and more vulgar.

A young woman was carried somewhere in the car by her lover and his boyfriend - a completely unfamiliar person to her. He was driving. Lover sat next to her. He said the second. He told O. that it was up to her lover to deliver her to the castle.

“But first you need to prepare you,” he explained, “and so now they will tie your hands behind your back, unfasten your clothes, take off your stockings, belt, panties, and bra, and tie your eyes.” The rest you learn in the castle, where, as necessary, you will be issued the appropriate instructions.

They rode for about half an hour. Then she, naked and bound, was helped out of the car and up the stairs. They opened the door in front of her and then walked along some corridors for a long time. Finally, the bandage was removed from it and left alone in pitch darkness.

How long she stood like that, full of bad forebodings, O. did not know — half an hour, an hour, or maybe two — it seemed to her that eternity had passed. Then the door opened, the lights came on, and she saw that she was in an unremarkable ordinary room, except that there were no chairs or sofas in it, but there was a thick carpet on the floor and cabinets along the whole perimeter of the room. Two young beautiful women dressed in dresses reminiscent of eighteenth-century maidservants came in: long, ankle-length skirts, tight corsages, tight-fitting breasts, rich lace and short, barely reaching to the elbows sleeves. The eyes and lips of the girls are painted, on the neck of each necklace, the wrists are tightly wrapped in bracelets.

They untied her hands and stripped naked. Then they put her clothes in one of the closets and took O. into the bathroom. They helped her to take a bath and wiped with a large bath towel, sat her in a chair - you can meet such chairs in good ladies' hairdressers - and, having conjured over her for at least an hour, O. made a luxurious haircut.

All this time, O. was sitting completely naked, and besides, she was forbidden to put her legs on the leg or to squeeze her knees. And since a huge mirror hung from the floor to the ceiling directly in front of her, every time she looked up, she saw her reflection and her exciting pose.

Women worked hard for her: light shadows on her eyelids, brightly painted mouth, pink nipples and slightly roasted lips of the vagina, perfume fragrance. They led her into a room where a large tricuspid mirror stood, in which she was able to examine herself from all sides. She was seated on a pouf standing in front of the mirror and told to wait. O. did not know what to expect. A blanket of black soft fur, slightly prickly, was thrown over the poof. The carpet on the floor was also black. The walls are upholstered with bright red satin. They put red shoes on their legs without backs. The room had a large window that looked out into a shady and mysterious garden that seemed to her. The rain ended and through the swiftly rushing clouds across the sky, sometimes the yellow disk of the moon peeped through.

How long she sat in this red boudoir O. and whether she was there all alone, or someone was watching her, leaning into a secret hole in the wall, she did not know. When the women returned, one was carrying a basket in her hand, the other was holding the tailor's meter — they were accompanied by a man dressed in a long purple dressing gown with a very wide sleeve tapering to her wrist when walking. Under his bathrobe, he wore tight trousers that covered his legs and thighs and left manhood completely open.

O. immediately saw him, and it was enough for a man to appear at the door. Later, she noticed a lash of thin strips of leather in his belt and drew attention to the large hood, which completely covered his face, and black gloves from soft leather. Turning to her on you, he told her to sit still and rather rudely ordered the women to hurry. The one who brought the meter quickly approached O. and took measurements from her neck and wrists. The sizes turned out to be standard, and therefore it was not at all difficult to find in the basket that the second woman was holding in her hands, a suitable necklace and bracelets.

Both O.'s necklaces and bracelets seemed unusual: as thick as a finger, sewn from several layers of leather, they were fastened with automatic locks, which could only be opened ...