All characters are over 18 years of age.
This is a work of fiction, any similarity to real life is entirely coincidental.
Absolutely no offence to Ms Watson is intended.
"O" Emma -- The Beginning
The divine Ms Watson was somewhat at a loss, the spark of inspiration seemed to be missing from her latest film roles, they were OK she supposed, but nothing ground breaking, nothing that could be remotely said to be "pushing the boundaries" as great art is alleged to be required to do, still perhaps her upcoming holiday to the city of her birth might provide a solution.
Boarding the Eurostar at St. Pancras bound for Gare Du Nord, Emma seated herself in her reserved Standard Premier seat and opened her tablet. As befits a Literature graduate, she had downloaded a bulk pack of "Classic" French literature and was looking forward to reading them in their original language during her week long stay in the City of Love.
Stepping out of the taxi at the elegant boutique Hotel Le Burgundy on the Rive Droite, Emma decided on a luxurious bath, a good meal in the hotel restaurant, the Michelin starred "Le Baudelaire" and then a long session of reading before attacking the shops of Paris in the morning. After finishing her meal, Emma went up to her suite and reopened her tablet, selecting the Kindle app, after scanning the "Pack" titles she is drawn to Pauline Reage's infamous "Histoire d'O".
Although she had of course heard of the classic erotic novel, she had never read it, nor seen the film or television series based on it and she decided she would see what all the fuss was about. In honour of the book's subject matter, she decided she would wear Marilyn Monroe's famous nightwear, only in her case it would be Lancome's Tresore Midnight Rose and not Chanel's No.5.
Slowly and sensually, Emma began undressing, first removing her jacket and shoes before laying on the queen sized bed, then slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse and removing it, she pops the button on her skirt, raises her perfect derrière then undoes the zip and pulls it off. She then addresses her lingerie, undoing the garter belt straps and rolling down her stockings, then taking off the garter belt. Kneeling up on the bed she slowly removes her bra before finally sliding her lace panties down.
Now naked, Emma picks up her tablet and begins to read. As she reads of "O"'s arrival at Roissy and the removal of her bra and panties before walking bare breasted up to the door, Emma begins feeling very aroused and her middle finger creeps down toward her pussy. As "O" is stripped, bathed and dressed in the uniform all women at Roissy must wear, Emma begins plunging her fingers into her pussy and brings herself to an Earth shattering orgasm. After her body ceases shuddering, Emily falls asleep as the tablet slips from her hand.
Waking at seven A.M. to the Parisian sunshine, Emma heads to the bathroom for her morning shower, lathering herself with the provided shower gel, she decides she is in need of a shave, after depilating her limbs and armpits, she applies extra gel to her pudenda and begins shaving her Mons and labia. Her attention to her "Chat" has her becoming somewhat wet and Emma once again caresses her pussy, achieving a satisfactory orgasm, if not one to rival the previous night's.
Finishing her ablutions, donning the hotel bathrobe and returning to the bedroom, Emma decides that if she's going to get this turned on from her reading material, that she's going to need something more than just her fingers to really satisfy herself. She opens her tablet and Google's the best sex shops in the city, Emma hits on a plan to visit Place Pigalle after attacking the shops of the Boulevarde Saint-Germain and that she'd probably be best to go somewhat incognito if she doesn't want to be recognised entering what may be regarded as "Questionable" premises. Throwing on her Brown University sweatsuit over her lingerie, she stuffs her tablet in her backpack and finishes her look with a pair of Ray Bans and a matching Brown's baseball cap.
After heading downstairs for a quick breakfast in the hotel restaurant, Emma hails a taxi to the Boulevard Saint-Germain, getting out in front of Burberry's, she goes in for a quick catch up with the iconic British label she famously modelled for, grabbing a few items on the way, she heads to Louis Vuitton for a look at some handbags before finishing at Karl Lagerfeld's. She hails a taxi and asks the driver to take her purchases back to her hotel while she catches the Metro from Rue du Bac to Blanche station. Exiting the station by the world famous Moulin Rouge, she goes looking for the most up-market looking sex shop she can find. Slipping quietly inside, Emma goes searching for the vibrator section.
Emma jumps as a sales assistant addresses her, asking if she needed any assistance and whether she might make some recommendations. Emma decides she will take the advice and begins a conversation with the assistant, asking why Emma was looking, she mentions that she had been reading erotica and needed something more than just her fingers, this prompts the assistant to ask what it was she was reading. Emma answers "Histoire d'O" and the assistant replies with a beaming smile, commenting that it's her favourite erotic novel and mademoiselle would certainly need something to deal with the emotions reading it would generate. Enquiring how far she had read the novel, she tells Emma that she's in for a treat as she's barely scratched the surface and that she really should crack on with finishing the novel and that the store has a number of items she might be interested in after finishing it.
Leaving the store with the highly recommended rechargeable Hitachi Magic Wand and a battery powered Rabbit vibrator in a discreet plastic bag, Emma heads back to the Blanche Metro Station headed for the Concorde station and the Hotel Le Burgundy. Taking her tablet from her backpack, Emma opens the Kindle app and resumes reading.
As Emma voraciously devours the rest of the book, making extensive use of the Wand and Rabbit as she does so, a creeping realisation dawns on her that
this
may be the project she was looking for. To help make up her mind, she streams the 1975 film on-line and is disappointed and sure she could make a much better update. She notices that the time has sped by and she consults room service about recommendations for nearby restaurants, not wishing to restrict herself to only eating in the hotel. After a satisfactory evening meal she heads back to the hotel, undresses and goes to sleep.
Emma's sleep is troubled with images of herself in a leather collar and cuffs, tied to a pillar and whipped, penises forced into her mouth, vagina and even her anus. She dreams of being bent over a desk and buggered and finally of being ringed and branded. Emma awakes in the midst of a screaming orgasm, three fingers ramming into what she now thinks of as her cunt, Wrung out like a dish-rag, Emma makes her way to the bathroom and runs a deep, luxurious bath, but even that triggers memories of "O"'s arrival at Roissy.
After her bath, Emma again takes the Metro to the sex shop, but this time, almost without realising it, she forgoes her underwear and dresses in a mid thigh length dress. Arriving at the sex shop, Emma searches for the assistant she spoke to yesterday. Finally finding the assistant, Emma taps her on the shoulder, as she spins round, the assistant sees the living embodiment of "Belle" standing in front of her, staggered, she exclaims "Mademoiselle Watson, what are you doing here and was it you that I served yesterday".
The reply is forced from Emma, "Yes, it was me, I finished the book and I'm after some more advice".
"Well you've come to the right person then" she exclaims, raising her skirt to show her own lack of underwear, labial and clitoral piercings and initials tattooed on her buttocks, "I'm owned by the proprietor of the shop".
Emma raises her dress to show her unclad state and says "Well, we'd better get to it then".
The assistant leads Emma to the BDSM section of the shop and begins assembling what she regards as an S & M "Starter kit", leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a leg spreader, ball gag and most importantly, a riding crop. "This should help get you started" says the assistant.
"You know my name, but what is yours, I can't just keep calling you, you".
"You're not going to believe this Mademoiselle Watson, but it's Belle, Belle Lahaie".
"wasn't Lahaie the name of a famous porn star" enquired Emma.
"Yes, Brigitte, we're distant cousins, replied Belle".
"If you'd like some experience of the scene, my master should be here shortly and he might be able to introduce you better than I can".
"I'm not sure" said Emma, "I don't want word of this leaking out".
"Oh that's OK replies Belle, we in the scene know how to keep our mouths shut, you'd be surprised at some of the celebrities that are involved in private".
Just as Belle finished speaking, the store bell rang and a distinguished looking middle-aged gentleman, appearing to be in his fifties, indeed, a perfect candidate for Sir Stephen, enters the shop and proceeds towards Emma and Belle.
Belle instantly drops to her knees, spreads her legs, hooks her hands behind her neck and directs her eyes downwards.
"Master" she exclaims, I have someone here who may be interested in the lifestyle".
"Well done Belle, you've excelled yourself this time, is this who I think it is".
"It is indeed the person who played my namesake, Master".
Turning to Emma, Belle's owner exclaims "Well, what are you waiting for, assume the position like the slut next to you", "I'm going to have to punish you for that".
With some awkwardness, Emma sinks to her knees and copies Belle's posture. "late and not particularly graceful, but not too bad for a beginner, my name is Charles LeClerc, but you may address me as Master".
The words "Yes Master" are forced from Emma's lips and an ice cold shudder runs down her spine with her reply, she has the feeling that this may well be a life changing moment.
