The Story of O

The Story of O

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O is a young, beautiful fashion photographer in Paris. One day her lover, René, takes her to a château, where she is enslaved, with René's approval, and systematically sexually assaulted by various other men.
Later, René turns O over to Sir Stephen, an English friend who intensifies the brutality. But the final humiliation is yet to come.

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ISBN-13: 9781452609058
Publisher: Tantor Media, Inc.
Publication date: 09/24/2012
Edition description: Unabridged CD
Sales rank: 1,046,353
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 6.50(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Pauline Réage (1907-1998) is a pseudonym of Anne Desclos, a French journalist and novelist.

K the Mazur, an AudioFile Earphones Award winner, has worked extensively as an actress in film, theater, and television. She has recorded over one hundred audiobooks.

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The Lovers of Roissy

Her lover one day takes O for a walk in a section of the city where they never go--the Montsouris Park, the Monceau Park. After they have taken a stroll in the park and have sat together side by side on the edge of a lawn, they notice, at one corner of the park, at an intersection where there are never any taxis, a car which, because of its meter, resembles a taxi.

"Get in," he says.

She gets in. It is autumn, and coming up to dusk. She is dressed as she always is: high heels, a suit with a pleated skirt, a silk blouse, and no hat. But long gloves which come up over the sleeves of her jacket, and in her leather handbag she has her identification papers, her compact, and her lipstick.

The taxi moves off slowly, the man still not having said a word to the driver. But he pulls down the shades of the windows on both sides of the car, and the shade on the back window. She has taken off her gloves, thinking he wants to kiss her or that he wants her to caress him. But instead he says:

"Your bag's in your way; let me have it."

She gives it to him. He puts it out of her reach and adds:

"You also have on too many clothes. Unfasten your stockings and roll them down to above your knees. Here are some garters."

By now the taxi has picked up speed, and she has some trouble managing it; she's also afraid the driver may turn around. Finally, though, the stockings are rolled down, and she's embarrassed to feel her legs naked and free beneath her silk slip. Besides, the loose garter-belt suspenders are slipping back and forth.

"Unfasten your garter belt," he says, "and take off your panties."

That's easy enough, all she has to do is slip her hands behind her back and raise herself slightly. He takes the garter belt and panties from her, opens her bag and puts them in, then says:

"You shouldn't sit on your slip and skirt. Pull them up behind you and sit directly on the seat."

The seat is made of some sort of imitation leather which is slippery and cold: it's quite an extraordinary sensation to feel it sticking to your thighs. Then he says:

"Now put your gloves back on."

The taxi is still moving along at a good clip, and she doesn't dare ask why Rene just sits there without moving or saying another word, nor can she guess what all this means to him--having her there motionless, silent, so stripped and exposed, so thoroughly gloved, in a black car going God knows where. He hasn't told her what to do or what not to do, but she's afraid either to cross her legs or press them together. She sits with gloved hands braced on either side of her seat.

"Here we are," he says suddenly. Here we are: the taxi stops on a lovely avenue, beneath a tree--they are plane trees--in front of some sort of small private home which can be seen nestled between the courtyard and the garden, the type of small private dwelling one finds along the Faubourg Saint-Germain. The street lamps are some distance away, and it is still fairly dark inside the car. Outside it is raining.

"Don't move," Rene says. "Sit perfectly still."

His hand reaches for the collar of her blouse, unties the bow, then unbuttons the blouse. She leans forward slightly, thinking he wants to fondle her breasts. No. He is merely groping for the shoulder straps of her brassiere, which he snips with a small penknife. Then he takes it off. Now, beneath her blouse, which he has buttoned back up, her breasts are naked and free, as is the rest of her body, from waist to knee.

"Listen," he says. "Now you're ready. This is where I leave you. You're to get out and go ring the doorbell. Follow whoever opens the door for you, and do whatever you're told. If you hesitate about going in, they'll come and take you in. If you don't obey immediately, they'll force you to. Your bag? No, you have no further need for your bag. You're merely the girl I'm furnishing. Yes, of course I'll be there. Now run along."

Another version of the same beginning was simpler and more direct: the young woman, dressed in the same way, was driven by her lover and an unknown friend. The stranger was driving, the lover was seated next to the young woman, and it was the unknown friend who explained to the young woman that her lover had been entrusted with the task of getting her ready, that he was going to tie her hands behind her back, unfasten her stockings and roll them down, remove her garter belt, her panties, and her brassiere, and blindfold her. That she would then be turned over to the chateau, where in due course she would be instructed as to what she should do. And, in fact, as soon as she had been thus undressed and bound, they helped her to alight from the car after a trip that lasted half an hour, guided her up a few steps and, with her blindfold still on, through one or two doors. Then, when her blindfold was removed, she found herself standing alone in a dark room, where they left her for half an hour, or an hour, or two hours, I can't be sure, but it seemed forever. Then, when at last the door was opened and the light turned on, you could see that she had been waiting in a very conventional, comfortable, yet distinctive room: there was a thick rug on the floor, but not a stick of furniture, and all four walls were lined with closets. The door had been opened by two women, two young and beautiful women dressed in the garb of pretty eighteenth-century chamber-maids: full skirts made out of some light material, which were long enough to conceal their feet; tight bodices, laced or hooked in front, which sharply accentuated the bust line; lace frills around the neck; half-length sleeves. They were wearing eye shadow and lipstick. Both wore a close-fitting collar and had tight bracelets on their wrists.

I know it was at this point that they freed O's hands, which were still tied behind her back, and told her to get undressed, they were going to bathe her and make her up. They proceeded to strip her till she hadn't a stitch of clothing left, then put her clothes away neatly in one of the closets. She was not allowed to bathe herself, and they did her hair as at the hairdresser's, making her sit in one of those large chairs which tilts back when they wash your hair and straightens back up after the hair has been set and you're ready for the dryer. That always takes at least an hour. Actually it took more than an hour, but she was seated on this chair, naked, and they kept her from either crossing her legs or bringing them together. And since the wall in front of her was covered from floor to ceiling with a large mirror, which was unbroken by any shelving, she could see herself, thus open, each time her gaze strayed to the mirror.

When she was properly made up and prepared--her eyelids penciled lightly; her lips bright red; the tip and halo of her breasts highlighted with pink; the edges of her nether lips rouged; her armpits and pubis generously perfumed, and perfume also applied to the furrow between her thighs, the furrow beneath her breasts, and to the hollows of her hands--she was led into a room where a three-sided mirror, and another mirror behind, enabled her to examine herself closely. She was told to sit down on the ottoman, which was set between the mirrors, and wait. The ottoman was covered with black fur, which pricked her slightly; the rug was black, the walls red. She was wearing red mules. Set in one of the walls of the small bedroom was a large window, which looked out onto a lovely, dark park. The rain had stopped, the trees were swaying in the wind, the moon raced high among the clouds.

I have no idea how long she remained in the red bedroom, or whether she was really alone, as she surmised, or whether someone was watching her through a peephole camouflaged in the wall. All I know is that when the two women returned, one was carrying a dressmaker's tape measure and the other a basket. With them came a man dressed in a long purple robe, the sleeves of which were gathered at the wrists and full at the shoulders. When he walked the robe flared open, from the waist down. One could see that beneath his robe he had on some sort of tights which covered his legs and thighs but left the sex exposed. It was the sex that O saw first, when he took his first step, then the whip, made of leather thongs, which he had stuck in his belt. Then she saw that the man was masked by a black hood--which concealed even his eyes behind a network of black gauze--and, finally, that he was also wearing fine black kid gloves.

Using the familiar tu form of address, he told her not to move and ordered the women to hurry. The woman with the tape then took the measurements of O's neck and wrists. Though on the small side, her measurements were in no way out of the ordinary, and it was easy enough to find the right-sized collar and bracelets, in the basket the other woman was carrying. Both collar and bracelets were made of several layers of leather (each layer being fairly thin, so that the total was no more than the thickness of a finger). They had clasps, which functioned automatically like a padlock when it closes, and they could be opened only by means of a small key. Imbedded in the layers of leather, directly opposite the lock, was a snugly-fitting metal ring, which allowed one to get a grip on the bracelet, if one wanted to attach it, for both collar and bracelets fit the arms and neck so smugly--although not so tight as to be the least painful--that it was impossible to slip any bond inside.

So they fastened the collar and bracelets to her neck and wrists, and the man told her to get up. He took her place on the fur ottoman, called her over till she was touching his knees, slipped his gloved hand between her thighs and over her breasts, and explained to her that she would be presented that same evening, after she had dined alone.

She did in fact dine by herself, still naked, in a sort of little cabin where an invisible hand passed the dishes to her through a small window in the door. Finally, when dinner was over, the two women came for her. In the bedroom, they fastened the two bracelet rings together behind her back. They attached a long red cape to the ring of her collar and draped it over her shoulders. It covered her completely, but opened when she walked, since, with her hands behind her back, she had no way of keeping it closed. One woman preceded her, opening the doors, and the other followed, closing them behind her. They crossed a vestibule, two drawing rooms, and went into the library, where four men were having coffee. They were wearing the same long robes as the first, but no masks. And yet O did not have time to see their faces or ascertain whether her lover was among them (he was), for one of the men shone a light in her eyes and blinded her. Everyone remained stock still, the two women flanking her and the men in front, studying her. Then the light went out; the women left. But O was blindfolded again. Then they made her walk forward--she stumbled slightly as she went--until she felt that she was standing in front of the fire around which the four men were seated: she could feel the heat, and in the silence she could hear the quiet crackling of the burning logs. She was facing the fire. Two hands lifted her cape, two others--after having checked to see that her bracelets were attached--descended the length of her back and buttocks. The hands were not gloved, and one of them penetrated her in both places at once, so abruptly that she cried out. Someone laughed. Someone else said:

"Turn her around, so we can see the breasts and the belly."

They turned her around, and the heat of the fire was against her back. A hand seized one of her breasts, a mouth fastened on the tip of the other. But suddenly she lost her balance and fell backward (supported by whose arms?), while they opened her legs and gently spread her lips. Hair grazed the insides of her thighs. She heard them saying that they would have to make her kneel down. This they did. She was extremely uncomfortable in this position, especially because they forbade her to bring her knees together and because her arms pinioned behind her forced her to lean forward. Then they let her rock back a bit, so that she was half-sitting on her heels, as nuns are wont to do.

"You've never tied her up?"

"No, never."

"And never whipped her?"

"No, never whipped her either. But as a matter of fact . . ."

It was her lover speaking.

"As a matter of fact," the other voice went on, "if you do tie her up from time to time, or whip her just a little, and she begins to like it, that's no good either. You have to get past the pleasure stage, until you reach the stage of tears."

Then they made O get up and were on the verge of untying her, probably in order to attach her to some pole or wall, when someone protested that he wanted to take her first, right there on the spot. So they made her kneel down again, this time with her bust on an ottoman, her hands still tied behind her, with her hips higher than her torso. Then one of the men, holding her with both his hands on her hips, plunged into her belly. He yielded to a second. The third wanted to force his way into the narrower passage and, driving hard, made her scream. When he let her go, sobbing and befouled by tears beneath her blindfold, she slipped to the floor, only to feel someone's knees against her face, and she realized that her mouth was not to be spared. Finally, they let her go, a captive clothed in tawdry finery, lying on her back in front of the fire. She could hear glasses being filled and the sound of the men drinking, and the scraping of chairs. They put some more wood on the fire. All of a sudden they removed her blindfold. The large room, the walls of which were lined with bookcases, was dimly lit by a single wall lamp and by the light of the fire, which was beginning to burn more brightly. Two of the men were standing and smoking. Another was seated, a riding crop on his knees, and the one leaning over her fondling her breast was her lover. All four of them had taken her, and she had not been able to distinguish him from the others.


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The Story of O 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 129 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The spelling errors, editing errors and dropped paragraphs spoiled this digital version. The last pages are missing. Are the nook books even reviewed after scanning them in? The frequent errors took away from my reading enjoyment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't understand why reviewers are calling this sexual abuse, rape etc. The book describes a lifestyle that is not led by most. The situation we find O in, is very extraordinary. However we all need to keep in mind that the acts committed are done by consenting adults. Who are we to judge and criticize her actions?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a very heavy handed erotic tale. It's not all fun and games, but I guess that is the point. I would go as far to say that it might not be for everyone out there in that it is very serious and hard-hitting--literally. Having said that, let me say that it is a classic for a reason and if you want to give it a try, to for it. It is like no other I've ever read and for that it gets five stars.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Unlike many recent S/M novels that overtly describe the 'scenes', Story of O gets both into what happens to O and how it effects her. This novel, originally written by a woman for her lover, is excellent both as a work of literature and an intoxicating erotic novel. Highly recommended to those who are not bashful about sex/sexuality.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Poor O. All she wants is to be loved, first by Rene, then by Sir Stephen, and finally by Jacqueline. She's willing to under go quite a bit (humiliations, rape, beatings, genital piercing, and branding) for this love. Is she ever really loved? It's hard to say. True, she's desired and sexually used a lot, but all of her so called lovers seem to remain aloof and demonstrate their feelings towards O by ever harsher punishments. I can imagine her thinking while tied spread eagled on the raised dias where she was flogged: 'Does he really love me?' Admittedly, it's hard not to be turned on by all of O's adventures, but it's a hard book to classify - classy porn or love story? This Story of O might be a love story, but it's a pretty grim one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
For anyone who read the sleeping beauty books from ann rice, expect the less romantisized story of master and mistress. O's point of view is cold and more than a little desperate. But its another way of looking at what it means to be willingly dominated. I loved it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this many years ago and thought it was thrilling. I had never read anything like it at that time. I thought it was a beautiful but sad story. Now, after reading 50 Shades of Gray, I bought this book and read it again. I have to say, 50 Shades of Gray doesn't even compare. This is a classic.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
PLEASE don't go into this story expecting 50 Shades! "O" is one of the originals that left us all in pursuit of its equal. Written decades ago, it still stands alone. Fifty Shades is Disney in comparison. This reader is still searching for "O" 's rival...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I tend to agree with those who were disappointed. Having finally read it after hearing so much about it, the letdown was probably inevitable. There are so many modern imitations of this book that are more explicity graphic, so you're left with the "that's it?" impression. When you start with Reese Gabriel & N.T. Morley, a work like this just won't have quite the same punch. Still, it's one of the finest pieces of erotica you'll ever read from a literary standpoint and O is a compelling and enigmatic character, and a tragic one at that. It's $2.99. Read it because it's the seminal work of bdsm erotica.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Story of O is one of those books that just about everyone who is interested in SM has read at one time or another. Many of us have read it numerous times. It is a very rich portrayal of one woman's fantasy of how a deeply intense SM relationship might play itself out, and it deals with the eternal issue of sacrificing oneself to please your lover. I've read it several times and it still makes me hot. The one thing to keep in mind about this book is that it is fiction, not a how_to_do_SM book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you are not into erotica....dont read this book. I was expecting something like the Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A. N. Roquelaure/ Anne Rice, but it was totally different. Not a love story!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is clearly a book of the lifestyle.No where near Shades of grey!Please stop comparing the two,its an insult to the lifestyle and to this Author. This stuff does happen,and not for the faint of hearts. Other than that... want a good alt book to digest...? Here you go.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All BDSM stories are diffrent as are the people who live the lifestyle. All relationships with the lifestyle are unique. Read a few softer, single couples story of the lifestyle before moving into this very intense book. O is both strong in her needs and submissive to her master. Renes' giving of her to Stephen was not totally unexpected, but it's was best for her since he couldn't use her as she needed to be. My biggest diappointment was how Stephen totally claimed her & marked her as his own, yet abandoned her. How selfish & irisponsible could a Dom get! Having her so trained, it was his resonsibility to see to her continued submisivness to someone else, before he left her. He should have only tatooed her, so it could be altered by another Dom. Instead he left her empty of the direction she needed, how just plain lazy. He shouldn't every be allowed another sub! Giving her to Anne-Marie would have been the resposible thing to do. O could have become her apprentice, so the story of O could continue for the next generation.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I saw the movie in the 70's. I just started reading the book today and can already tell that it is so much better! I tried to leave more stars but was unable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The author wrote this story as love letters to her lover... hard to figure out how that fits with the dark violence of the story. However, in comparison to a book like Fifty Shades, The Story of O illustrates the true emotional changes that occur when someone is a submissive. O wanted to be loved but was also afraid of the freedom that love gave her... she found pleasure in giving pleasure to others, case in point Jacquline. I have to complain that the editing errors and missing parts made it difficult to enjoy but the story itself is wonderful and full of symbolism.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing! I loved it! You must understand the lifestyle to appreciate the book.
Youreign More than 1 year ago
This book was not for me. Really strong in BDSM.
Katie7 More than 1 year ago
not only sexual, but psychological. it's artistic, harsh, and literary.
thatdenicechic More than 1 year ago
Before there were 'Shades of Gray', there was this little gem of a story....erotic and tense and just a little bit scandalous. Without this to pave the way, there would be no shades of gray.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have to say that this book was so very disappointing. I usually finish a GOOD book in a day. I just couldn't get into it. I kept finding myself putting the book down and struggled to finish it only because I had already purchased it. Pleasure enhanced by pain and total submission is one thing, but what was going on in this story? It was just pain, pain, and you guessed it, more PAIN, both physical and emotional.
Guest More than 1 year ago
To say that this story is disturbing is a complete understatement. I was appalled at the story matter for this book. More appalled at the way it was treated. I believe that I come out a better person knowing that this book is a work of fiction that of reality. I don't understand how a lover can turn his love over to other men out of 'love', but I guess that it can happen. However, I am recommending this book to others highly. I would recommend to the reader not to read the prefaces first, but go right to the story and start. I think that once you start, you will be unable to put it down. Then, when you finish, go to the prefaces for more information. I would also recommend finding a friend (preferrably from the opposite sex) to read this book and then have a discussion. This may answer some quesitons about O for you. I think that this book is a read for all adults. It is a shame that most libraries don't carry this one.
ChicGeekGirl21 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This SM classic is not for everyone.
heidilove on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
the classic. no erotica collection is complete without it.
fieldnotes on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Most casual readers probably approach this book to see if they will be titillated, shocked or provoked; they probably come armed with the knowledge that it pushes the boundaries of BDSM. Potential readers should know that the titillation and sex-focused content is concentrated in the first third of the book and gradually fades from detailed or lingering description as Pauline Reage (a pseudonym) becomes more concerned with advancing the inexorable, linear trajectory of her argument, and this amounts to a second warning or caution (from me): this book is more didactic than it is playful. The gradual, consensual enslavement, and transformation--or rather erasure--of O, is certainly thought-provoking. The book could serve as a revealing conversation starter for people from all backgrounds, who, it is easy to imagine, will seize on different aspects of O's progression to justify and explain or judge and condemn the sexual attitudes of the characters (whatever mix of dominant and submissive they present). After the riveting "Traumnovelle" ("Eyes Wide Shut")/Sadeian first section of the novel that deals with O's induction into the secret community of her masters--according to a process and in the privacy of an institution that is well imagined and described--the book slows undeniably. I found myself tempted to skim the two middle sections that depict O's semi-hesitant embrace of what she is becoming; probably because the other characters in her drama who exert a significant amount of pressure and influence are rather two dimensional and unsympathetic--also because the outcome seemed obvious. But, the actual ending (and my version suggests that the true last chapter has gone missing or is in dispute--which is too bad) is far more cryptic and somehow beautiful than I expected--at least in its symbolism. Something primal and magnetic about the aesthetic that governs the attraction of the dominant people in "The Story of O" makes an unforgettable visual impression. I would not read this book for the quality of the writing, which is somewhat hurried, often distractingly euphemistic with regards to action and artless with regards to the narration of internal thought processes. But, I would read this book for the story and for the opportunities that it offers a reader to inhabit a wide array of perspectives along a most unusual and controversial route.
Karen_Wells on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The great, enduring classic of submissive erotica, written long before the kink even had a name. Gender issues are not explored, nor are feminism or political correctness. None of these existed either. The writing is simple, detached, emotionless. No attempt is made to turn the reader on through graphic descriptions or overheated prose. If you have the kink, either latent or fully self-aware, the cool and elegant words will take you into a living dream - or nightmare.Modern erotica cannot get away with the toy-like absolute submission depicted in Story of O. Perhaps this is why Blue: The Color of Desire and Journey Round a Darker Sun are the only modern works which have had such a powerful effect on me. They both offer greater emotional depth than O, but for that same reason lack the purity, the almost hallucinatory quality, of Reage's timeless masterpiece. Her follow-on, by the way, is a potboiler that has none of the class or style of the original and should be avoided.