“O, give me your bag...”

“O, give me your bag...” you instruct.

O hesitates a moment, then gives you her handbag. She bites her lip and looks at you expectantly.

your line: O, unfasten your stockings

You exhale. You’re going to have to follow this script. Not that it’s dull but you feel a little ... annoyed.

“You also have on too many clothes,” you tell O. “Unfasten your stockings and roll them down to above your knees. Here are some garters.”

By now the taxi has picked up speed.

O has some trouble managing it; finally, though, the stockings are rolled down, and you can see that the feeling of her legs naked and free beneath her silk slip embarasses her somewhat. The loose garter-belt suspenders are slipping back and forth across her milky white thighs - an attractive sight.

She's flushed now, her lips parted. “Please, Sir,” she whispers.

“What?” you ask.

“It's - it's my first time in this IVR. I'm a little afraid. I - oh!” she cries out suddenly in pain, bending double over her stomach. Across your little teleprompter you read: out-of-character violation. She looks up at you plaintively, biting her lip, then closes her eyes.

Then she collects herself, and sits upright, hands in her lap, waiting to be commanded.

your line: O, unfasten your garter belt

“Unfasten your garter belt,” you say, “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. She slips her panties down over her legs, then removes her garter belt. She hands both to you.

By now she has a slightly worried expression on her face - you've asked more of her than is really permissible in a relationship of equals, but she still doesn't know what you want from her. She's trembling a little, her lower lip quivering. You imagine Sophie lurking behind that French face, and realize it isn't really so much of a stretch psychologically.

your line: O, pull up your skirt