Monday, December 18, 2006

Part two of the new ending of "Story of O".

Back in France, Ophelia rents an apartment on the outskirts of Paris. She uses her previous experience and the photos she took before leaving Germany to acquire a job with a rather radical French newspaper. The men look down on a female photographer, especially one with a background in fashion. Ophelia won't have it. It is as if being in charge of so much iron replaced her own backbone with one of steel, and she demands respect. Her demeanor is that of a queen, truly, a woman who had gone through as much as she, the abuse and torture, and brought herself out of it by accepting help and giving much back is a queen of sorts.

Her co-workers find themselves responding to her mere look; a raised eyebrow results in fast acquiescence. Ophelia enjoys her resurrected life, but it is tainted by the scars and deformity caused by her torture at Sir Stephen's hands. A grotesque combination of physical perfection and scars, burn marks and stretched labia, Ophelia doesn't know how she will be able to get sexual satisfaction anymore. She tried to distract herself from her underlying frustration by taking long walks through town.

It is on one of these walks, in an unfamiliar and rather seedy part of town that Ophelia finds a store that sells things only for adults. Boldly walking in, her eyes take in the devices hanging on the walls in packages, and the magazines behind the counter. One magazine in particular caught her eye, it reminded her of her old life, but inversely. Instead of a woman being bound and flogged, there was a man. Instead of a masked man wielding the whip, there was a woman dressed in a tight black costume. Ophelia was surprised to feel that familiar heat rise up between her legs.

She smiled at the middle-aged man behind the counter and bought the magazine.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

"It is on one of these walks, in an unfamiliar and rather seedy part of town that Ophelia finds a store that sells things only for adults. Boldly walking in, her eyes take in the devices hanging on the walls in packages, and the magazines behind the counter. One magazine in particular caught her eye, it reminded her of her old life, but inversely. Instead of a woman being bound and flogged, there was a man. Instead of a masked man wielding the whip, there was a woman dressed in a tight black costume. Ophelia was surprised to feel that familiar heat rise up between her legs.

She smiled at the middle-aged man behind the counter and bought the magazine."

I had not read this entry fully, only noted the beginning the first time I was seeing your blog. You write really well, Chloe. The tight black costume . . . very nice, not to mention the rising heat. Very nice.