ROISSY SOCIETY
Chapter IA "The Meeting"
Several months ago I started to post erotic stories on
the Internet. These stories were of a bondage and discipline
nature. To my delight the stories generated responses from the
readers. Many of the responses came from women readers who said
that they were turned on by my writing. I was surprised because
the stories all entailed a dominant male and women in
submissive positions often without their consent. One such
response from a lady reader developed into numerous exchanges
of E-Mail. Gradually the E-Mail had changed from comments and
suggestions about the stories to more personal and
philosophical nature. Then came the fated message asking me to
meet her up front and personal. The game had changed. No longer
could I play it safe hiding behind the cyber screen. I was
unsure. Finally I reasoned if I wanted to always play safe, I
would be writing anonymous letters to Ann Landers, not posting
bondage stories on the Internet. After several more E-Mail
messages the meeting was set to take place on Saturday in a bar
of a popular hotel in the center of the city. I was nervous but
curiosity got the better of me. I only hoped that curiosity
would not kill this cat.
Saturday morning, I got dressed in dress slacks, a
buttoned shirt and a nice pull over sweater. I was in my preppy
look. It was a little before noon when I arrived at the bar. I
spotted her right away. She was dressed in the red outfit she
described in her last E-Mail message to me. I only knew her by
Pamela. She was not what I expected. I was much older, but she
was attractive. I was a good ten years younger then she was. I
cannot say that she had a killer body but it was not bad. Only
in our fantasies does everyone look like Christy Brinkley. She
looked more formal in her red dress outfit then I imagined and
her hair was set by hair stylist. If I looked preppy then she
looked all business like. After a short introduction, we sat
down in one of the many vacant booths. I immediately ordered a
drink, my favorite, a shot of whiskey and a beer. Pamela
ordered white wine. The shot went fast, the beer lasted for a while.
After some obligatory small talk, the conversation
shifted to our mutual interest "erotic literature". I confessed
that I enjoyed reading "bondage" books ever since I was
seventeen. I still remember the first one I ever read. It was
the Marquis De Sade's "Justine". Pamela said she too had long
been seduced into the fantasy world of erotic literature. Her
first book was Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer". I asked
Pamela how she got into reading "bondage" novels. Her answer
was short, "The Story of O". Suddenly we were both connected.
The second bondage book I was able to acquire at seventeen from
my local bookstore was the "Story of O" and through the years
this was still my number one favorite book of the genre. I saw
that Pamela was in agreement. There are many wonderful
"bondage" books but the "Story of O" has remained in a class by
itself. It's funny how all of sudden the atmosphere had changed
from encounter with an older stranger to a friendly
conversation about a topic deep in my heart and other places.
After several minutes of recounting our favorite
scenes, Pamela asked if I thought the story was real. I
immediately answered, "No". Pamela asked if I thought that such
society could exist. I doubted that such a fantasy as the
"Story of O" could really take place, but I wouldn't be shocked
to find out that some people had attempted to live out the
story. Pamela turned quite serious and said that in fact she
knew of a "society" that closely resembled the society in the
"Story of O". I asked Pamela the source of her information and
she said herself. Pamela proudly stated she was a member of the
"Roissy Society". I was skeptical but not shocked. I can tell
Pamela could see that I doubted her. I told that although I was
still a skeptic, I would love to hear more about the "Roissy
Society". I was very intrigued. I then ordered another shot of
whiskey. I love a good story.
Pamela went on to described the "Roissy Society". Pamela
said that the "Roissy Society" was formed over twenty-five
years ago by some wealthy women who liked having younger women
at their service. The "Roissy Society" was a closely guarded
secret and that security of the society and it properties was
one of the most important objectives of its members. Although
small by most standards, the "Roissy Society" had grown to
about four thousand members worldwide. Although it shared some
main themes with the "Story of O" the society was completely
different. The main difference was that the "Roissy Society"
was dominated by women. Women made up 85% of the society and
women held all the important positions. At this point I became
very uneasy and Pamela could see. She explained, although women
vastly outnumbered the men and had control of the society, men
were not used as submissives. In fact men were used to maintain
the discipline of the "Roissy Society". The role of the men was
to keep the submissives in line and of proper service to the "Roissy Society".
The "Roissy Society" looked for a certain type of man.
The "Roissy Society" preferred a mature man not a kid. The
society never recruited men involved in the public S/M scene.
The "Roissy Society" only recruited men of high intelligence.
If the society had to choose between brawn or brain, the
thinking ability was the attribute most desired. The "Roissy
Society" survived by those members willing to submit themselves
to a fantasy existence. The larger the intellectual capacity of
the person, the more likely that person is capable of fantasy
and the more vivid the fantasy. The "Roissy Society" needed men
who would adopt the fantasy and fellow the rules of the society
even if the rules were handed down by women. The society needed
men who would act pretty much like the middle managers. I said
like the position women find themselves today in the corporate
society. Pamela smiled and said exactly. Pamela could see that
the vision of the "Roissy Society" was not exactly turning me
on. Pamela said she was happy with my reaction. The "Roissy
Society" didn't want wimps kowtowing to women. The "Roissy
Society" wanted men who in order to fulfill their fantasy of
sexual domination of women were willing to obey a small
minority of females to take unbridled pleasure with the
majority of women who were the property of the "Roissy Society".
I wasn't buying into the fantasy and Pamela sensed she
was losing me, when she stood up and called to a young lady
sitting at the bar. This young lady was a looker and she was
dressed to excite the libido. Without hesitation this young
lady got up and left the bar and the several men trying to hit
on her and walked over to us. Before sitting down, Pamela
introduced the young lady as her property. Pamela stated that
she obtained this property as she called the young lady at a
"Roissy Society" auction five months ago. I hadn't said a word.
My mouth was still on the floor from the moment I saw this
young lady. No she was not Christy, but she was damn close. The
young lady appeared to be in her mid to late twenties and was
well endowed in the right places, yet she was tall and thin.
However the most outrageous part of this young lady was her
outfit. Her clothes made her out to say the least "available"
but not cheap. She was wearing a dress that had a top made up
of two straps of cloth about two inches wide starting at the
waist and scantily covering each breast and meeting behind her
neck, attached by a large red snap. This young lady had the
kind tits that screamed "feel me". The back of the dress was
also interesting. It was tight just like the young lady's ass.
It appeared to be wide panels of material that crisscrossed
crossed over the ass and held together by a button on the
bottom hem and two snaps running up the fold over. You did not
have to be a fashion designer to realize this dress was
designed to unfold and bear the wearer's entire ass with little
effort. If the dress had been red or even black it would be
shouted "Whore" but it was white so it was just only risqui.
I watched the young lady closely as she sat down. No
she didn't unfold the back of the dress so her naked ass cheeks
could feel the leather of the booth. Pamela noticed my
attention to detail and she smiled. Pamela said, "Privacy and
security of the "Roissy Society" override all other
considerations. If we were in a more private place, she would
have exposed her naked ass to the bench, but to do so in this
public hotel bar would not be prudent. However she will be
punished later for this infraction of the rules. I didn't know
what to think. I was still skeptical. One possible bond servant
didn't make up a supposed society of "thousands". I asked how I
should address the young lady. Pamela said curtly, "Carolyn". I
like a fool asked Carolyn "If she like a drink." She did not
answer, but turned to Pamela. Pamela said "No". Pamela sent
Carolyn to sit next to me. Pamela then told me to ask Carolyn
any questions I might have. I was lost. I never really
questioned a bond servant before.
I asked what seemed the most logical question. I asked
Carolyn why when she was left alone at the bar, she didn't
runaway. With a slight laugh Carolyn simply said "Because I
don't want to". I then asked if she was always free to leave
Pamela anytime she wanted. Again with that same slight laugh
Carolyn replied, "Of course not, I am the Mistress's property
and as the Mistress's property, I don't get to pick and choose
as I please". Carolyn stated that she had been a member of the
"Roissy Society" for over four years. Carolyn went on to say
that her mistress allows her property a measure of freedom from
time to time to test their reactions, but most of the time the
mistress provides a secure environment where there is no choice
but her mistress's desires. I asked Carolyn if it was the love
for her Mistress that caused to remain the Mistress's property
when the opportunity escape was left wide open. Carolyn said,
"It was not only the love for her mistress that kept her from
running away, but the love of the life she was living. Carolyn
loved being her mistress's property. She loved the fact that
she was totally free to be property under the auspices of the "Roissy Society".
I asked Pamela if she said that she obtained Carolyn at
an "auction". Pamela didn't blink an eye lid and said she paid
$130,000.00 for a two year contract on Carolyn. Pamela saw me
jump in my seat and she said you must be well heeled to be a
Mistress in the "Roissy Society". I asked who gets the money.
Pamela said that after the "Roissy Society" takes its 25% off
the top, the rest of the money goes to the bond servant. I
looked at Carolyn in a new light. Carolyn might be property but
she was expensive merchandise. I said I now knew why Carolyn
didn't leave. Carolyn could expect close to $100,000.00 after
two years of service under the contract. Pamela said that the
only requirement for Carolyn to receive her money was for her
to stay for six months under the contract and be paid per rata.
Pamela did say that once a member leaves the "Roissy Society"
they cannot return. Pamela said that in fact the majority of
members leave the "Roissy Society" after ten years of service
to the society. There was an added bonus or severance pay that
makes the ten year mark attractive goal for the members of the
society. Most of the members retire from the "Roissy Society"
with more the $500,000.00 in assets. I asked how is this kind
of money secured by the "Roissy Society". Pamela said that
through a myriad of dummy corporations the "Roissy Society" has
massive annuities. Each member of the society is set up with a
secret Swiss bank account that earns money with each month's
service to the society. The majority of members of the "Roissy
Society" never raise beyond the status of being property to the
"Roissy Society". After ten years the only members left are the
truly serious members who desire to achieve the status of
Mistress. Pamela then added, "If you happen to be born rich
like myself, you can make Mistress in fifteen years. If the
only money you posses was earned as being a member of the
'Roissy Society' then it could take twenty years to become a
Mistress". I was shocked. Even if this was all a fairy tale, I
liked the story.
I interrupted Pamela. I asked if she was ever property
of the "Roissy Society". Her reply was, "No one ever starts at
the top". The trademark of the "Roissy Society" is that
everyone has felt the whip. Until you have tasted the pain of
the lash you can never really enjoy the ecstasy of being the
whipper. Pamela said that every member of the "Roissy Society"
has been on the receiving end of the whip. That all the
Mistresses started at the bottom and worked their way to the
top. Less then 20% of the members ever become Mistresses and
each and everyone of them knew how to keep the fantasy of the
"Roissy Society" alive and well. Pamela stated that without
having been at the bottom it is imposible to knew how to be a
good Mistress. I asked Pamela if the "Roissy Society" has had
so many retirees, how come nobody has tried to cash in on
disclosing the existence of the "Roissy Society". It would make
one hell of story on "60 Minutes" and I am sure the media would
pay greatly for this kind of expose. Pamela explained that the
"Roissy Society" had thought of that long ago. Each retiree
whether they be property or a Mistress goes through a week long
debriefing that includes hypnosis and some psychotropic drugs.
What is lost to each member is the memory of the specifics such
as locations and members names. The retirees leave with a
hypnotic suggested memory of the years they spent in "Roissy
Society". Even Carolyn if she ran away right now without the
week long debriefing couldn't lead the authorities to the
"Roissy Society" locations. Carolyn would have trouble even
locating me. Secrecy and security are never forgotten by the
guardians of the "Roissy Society". The "Roissy Society" has had
less then fifty runaways since its formation and not a single
runaway has been able to convince anybody that the society exists.
The "Roissy Society" requires strict and unabiding
obedience. Any infractions of the rules are punished quickly
and severely. Pain is the commodity that insures obedience.
However the "Roissy Society" does not destroy it members either
physically or mentally. Nobody has ever been killed or
disfigured by the Roissy Society's regiment of discipline. The
discipline is real, the punishment for disobedience is real and
above all the pain is real, but the actual motivating force
behind the "Roissy Society" is "SEX". The members of the
society are having their sexual fantasies fulfilled and are
being paid handsomely for the opportunity to indulge in the
wildest dreams. Carolyn was quick to point out that as new
members embrace the fantasy, as older members decide that they
had enough and cash in on their earnings. The "Roissy Society"
never forces a member to stay indefinitely. However its the
decision of the "Roissy Society" to determine the date of
retirement from the society. Members are often retired from the
"Roissy Society" anywhere from three weeks to three months
after voicing their desire to leave the society, but "Roissy
Society" never grants retirement immediately upon a member's
decision to leave. Each member is given ample opportunity to
weigh their decision before leaving the society. Pamela pointed
out that at least 25% of the members retire at the instance of
the "Roissy Society". That when the society senses that a
member is no longer suited or committed to the fantasy and
their service to the society they are retired with full benefits.
I asked Pamela what does all this got to do with me and
why was I invited to meet with her today. Pamela said that
recruitment of new members was a full time occupation for every
Mistress. That every Mistress had an obligation to seek out and
discover potential members. That without my knowledge she did
some investigating. I was getting mad. Pamela said she
understood exactly how I felt and it was a something she had to
do before she could met with me in person. She pointed out that
I was correct just how hot the media would be to have this
story. It was her obligation to protect the "Roissy Society"
from discovery and she needed to know a little about me. I was
still steaming when I heard Pamela tell Carolyn to put her hand
on my crotch and feel my dick. It was flat and I wasn't getting
any happier. Pamela said that the whole purpose of this meeting
today was to see if I could be a part of the fantasy that is
the "Roissy Society". It was my writing of the stories and
letters that convinced her that I had the potential to be a
member of the "Roissy Society". Pamela said that the only way
to tell if this was for me was by starting to live the fantasy
little by little. The day was still young and the night had not
even begun. That I should allow myself this once in a lifetime
opportunity to set my mind free to fantasize that the beautiful
young lady sitting next to me was my property to use anyway I
desired. That this young lady's only purpose in life was to
satisfy my wants and desires. I was still a little angry and I
was not buying into this "Roissy Society" fantasy, but the
thought of getting a little piece of ass from the gorgeous
creature next to me calmed me down and put a smile of my face.
Pamela could sense that she had calmed me down and now
she wanted to hook back into the fantasy. Pamela said, "I bet
you wish you could fuck Carolyn now, you can't do it here,
where would you like to go". Being a gentleman, I asked for
suggestions. Pamela said she had a private limousine outside
and we could take a ride through the park and end up at a
museum. Pamela was quick to add that you know what happens to
pretty young women in the back of private limousines and she
gave me a look that meant only one thing. Pamela was going to
give Carolyn to me for my sexual use. I liked the idea of the
ride in the back of the limousine, it was the museum that I
could do without. I offered that we take the ride to the track
and bet on the ponies. I saw Carolyn face light up with glee.
Pamela noticed that too and asked Carolyn about the horse
races. Carolyn was besides herself with joy. She said she loved
the races. That her daddy would take her to the track when was
young. She hadn't been to the horse races in over ten years but
she would love to go. I could see that Carolyn was getting hot
and it was rubbing off on me. All of sudden I felt the hand
again on my lap and this time I was hard. Carolyn gave me a
very telling smile and took her hand away. Pamela said, "Its
off to the races". As they say, "I was hot to trot". Pamela
took the cellular phone from her pocketbook and called for the
limo. I told Pamela I needed to stop at a cash machine and
Pamela said she had more then enough cash on hand for the track
and I was her guest. Pamela said it was her obligation to treat
me to a good time and she was going to try her hardest to see
that I enjoyed myself. We stepped out of the bar and the limo
was waiting. It was a stretch limo with all the amenities. I
was starting to embrace the fantasy at least for this afternoon.
