"ROISSY SOCIETY"
   by Mike Dee

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 risqué.

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 impossible 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.

ny 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.

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