Talk to Justine

“What do you know about Sophie?” You ask.

“Sophie?” she looks up at you suddenly, surprised, then catches herself and lowers her eyes again.

“Do you know her?” you ask.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I know we're not supposed to exchange real names, Sir. I accept whatever punishment you see fit to give.”

“Just tell me what you know of her,” you say.

“She - she logs in as O, Sir. She started coming to Roissy about three years ago. At first I thought she wasn't a good fit - I've been coming here since it opened, about eight years ago. My husband and I joined together. So I've seen people come and go. O's character is supposed to be silent, demure, the ideal submissive. I'm a more mischevious, talkative sort, so I go for Justine. Anyway, at first Sophie ranted and screamed about being ****. They had to keep her in solitary for long stretches.”

“But she cottoned on to things soon enough. Now she's one of the favorite Os here.”

You nod, absorbing that. “Justine. What do you know about me?”

Justine whispers, “You're - you're Rene, sir.”

“Yes. Just testing you. Tell me about yourself Justine,” you say.

“I exist to serve men,” she whispers huskily.

“Here... what about in real life?”

“I am real, sir,” she says softly.

“Justine, tell me what you know about trainer,” you probe.

Justine does not respond.

“The Roissy...?” You ask not wanting your ignorance to give you away.

“Yes? What about it?”

You know grunt in frustration. “Rene?”

Justine does not respond.

“Can you escape?” You ruminate.

“I can't escape, as you well know, Sir.”

“Phillipe?”

She doesn't answer, only blushes.