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[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle's fall from grace 23
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Other methods of discipline and restraints being demonstrated.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle's fall from grace 24
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It is finally decreed that Giselle returns to her village. Her final penance is to present herself at the doorstep of Baron Rothsay and beg forgiveness. She escapes the groping hands of the evil monk at the door. "One last little touch up girl. For old times sake." He gets his wish, but it's quick and she heads off into the twilight.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle's fall from grace 25
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Giselle leaves the monastery as she arrived: naked and entirely without possessions. She has given herself up to every possible sexual humiliation, public and private. She walks down the hill knowing that, on the way down, she must pass the old farmer in his cottage as she did on the way up. He will give her a ride down the mountain on his horse and cart, but she knows that a toll must be paid again.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle's fall from grace 26
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She knew what he'd say. "Stay the night here in front of the fire. Let me warm your pretty body." And of course she would. And she would submit to his depridations, just as she had done up on the mountain. She wondered what he would smell like. Whether his naked body thrusting against her would feel coarse. Rough. Whether his beard would leave a rash on her upper thighs.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle's fall from grace 27
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He waited eagerly for her at his front door. She could hear his heavy breathing from beyond the verandah. "It's lovely to see you again. You must tell me about all your adventures." He kisses her on the mouth, and it tastes of tobacco and old port. She steps on a sharp stone as she goes in. "I can help with that," he says.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle's fall from grace The Movie
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Poor Giselle.

She’s the daughter of a rich nobleman. And she's accused the Baron of Rothsay of rape.

He’s been found not guilty, but he feels his reputation is tarnished. The rumour-mill in a small, insular country town full of ignorant people, is a powerful thing to wind back. Especially when it’s a Baron, he has a history of taking what he wants, and is probably as guilty as sin.

Giselle is sentenced to divest herself of all her worldly posessions and head up to the mysterious Monastery on the hill. It is here the monks will subject her to punishment.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ The Nudist Holiday Camp 1&2
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Everyone loves Charlotte. She's happy, carefree. Loves her teaching job in the city. But most of all, she loves the Nudist Camp up in Boronia Bay. It's a secluded private property, that backs onto a lovely little beach. She's the youngest member and, because she feels she needs to contribute, she's joined the committee. It's always difficult to get volunteers these days, but since Charlotte joined the committee, all the vacant positions have been filled and there's a waiting list. There's always a huge turn-up to working bees, and normal attendance has doubled, particularly by men. Charlotte doesn't really understand why, except she knows it's important that you treat volunteers with respect.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Movie Star 1
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"So...you want to be a movie star, do you? I can help you with that. I know some very important people who I'm sure would love to meet you. Come to my studio and we can talk about it. The moment I saw you in that little bikini I knew you'd be right for some of my really special movies."
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Movie Star 3
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She was surprised how much they were prepared to pay her. Even more surprised when she heard that the leading man was the old talent scout's brother. The scene depicted an old man in a wheelchair who was the head of a criminal gang. She had been taken hostage by the gang unil her father paid a debt.

He was confined to a wheelchair and very ugly. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Movie Star 4
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"Come over here pretty one. Make Papa Joe happy with your pretty little mouth around his cock. We might even knock a bit off your father's debt if you do what you're told. Maybe give the boys a little dance with your hot body..."
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Movie Star 5
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"Oh yes, that is very lovely. Not too quick sweetheart. Take your time. Oh yes...I've got the gang coming around for a barbecue later. It'd be lovely if you could come over and wait tables."
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ She needed some money
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She thought her dad would be at the pub, so she could get some money to buy drugs. Instead, Dad's mates made her work for it.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ When Gemma's Man Goes Away 1, 2 & 3
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Gemma's man Gareth is much older (late forties) and very rich. This means he goes away on business a lot.

Gemma misses him of course, but she mostly misses the sex. He is a very creative lovemaker, and he has the financial resources to indulge his pretty young girlfriend in whatever fantasy takes her fancy. Gemma loves sex, and can't do without it for the weeks he can be away.

So Gareth organises little sexual adventures for Gemma. She has to do exactly as she is told, and then tell him all about it the next time she speaks to him.

Tonight she is excitedly heading to a car that's been organised to take her to an unknown location. She has no idea what'll happen to her when she gets there, with whom, and how many there'll be. She just knows that it'll make Gareth happy. She is wearing the little black dress he bought for her. She loves it, especially when he asks her not to wear anything under it.

People look at her as she rushes down the laneway to the car. She must remember to tell Gareth that.
When Gemma's man goes away on business, he sometimes likes her to catch up with his friends. They're all wealthy middle-aged businessmen like he is. She seems to fit right in.
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Gemma's man encouraged her to get a job in a topless bar in town. She turned up exactly as she intended to continue, and they gave her the job immediately. "They're all so nice to me," she says in an email to her man. They make me so horny, looking at me all the time. Maybe you need to send me on an adventure.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle - The Next Phase 1
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She sits quietly in his old chair. His house is warm, and he tends her sore feet with a wandering tongue, eventually moving up her calves to her thighs. Once between her legs his movements become more hungry, more uncontrolled. He makes more noise which attracts the attention of another occupant of the house.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle - The Next Phase 2
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For years, people had spoken about the old house on the way up to the monastery in hushed whispers.

The ground was haunted by the bodies of the young girls buried there.

A man known as William Middleton built the house in the late 1800s. He and his wife lived there as subsistence farmers, selling what they had left over at local markets. It was a simple life but, by all accounts, a happy one.

They had a son, Elijah and a daughter, Beatrice. Elijah was very intellectually handicapped and a psychopathic deviant. He was the stuff of nightmares. Some parents threatened to sent naughty kids up to see “Mr Chubby” if they didn't behave.

Beatrice disappeared mysteriously. She was found as an old woman in a psychiatric hospital in 1960. The nurses said she screamed herself to sleep every night.

Elijah lived at the house after his parents died, on food donations brought to him by people going up to the monastery. When a couple of these people, girls, disappeared, a posse of townsfolk rode up the hill and hanged Elijah from a tree. A police search subsequently found several bodies buried in the backyard.

A young woman who managed to escape Elijah’s clutches after four days was so traumatised she never spoke again. But, she had his baby. And that baby, now an older man, is on his knees greedily licking Giselle’s thighs on his way up to her “pot of gold” as he called it. “Open it up for me, my pretty. I want to taste all of you.”

At the doorway, normally chained to a fireplace, is his son. Elijah.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle - The Next Phase 3
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Giselle only knew tiny hints of the story, but the moment the fat leery boy was introduced as Elijah, her blood ran cold. Wasn't that the name of the man who murdered all those women? But that was years ago. Decades even.

She said: “I’ve heard of this place. And of you.”

“We wont hurt you Beatrice. We want to have fun with you,” the old man answered.

“My name isn’t Beatrice,” Giselle protested.

“You are Beatrice, and you belong here with us. Just as you always did.”

They slip a ratty old neglige over Giselle’s head. It was coarse in texture, cheap fabric and mostly transparent.

"It's Beatrice, it's Beatrice," the boy bellows excitedly.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle - The Next Phase 4
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Father and son argue about who will play with "Beatrice" first. The old man puts his foot down.

"She needs to be punished properly for staying away for such a long time."
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle - The Next Phase 5
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When he had finished, he got off the bed and looked at her.

"Never leave us again Beatrice," he said. Then walked out, shutting the door.
 
[Tantalism] 🕶️ Giselle - The Next Phase 6
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Giselle lay there exhausted, yet couldn’t sleep. Like other times, she tried to count the number of times she had been used at the monastery, and to mentally catalogue all the ways the men - and several women - had pleasured themselves. How much seed had she actually generated? Would it be measured in litres?

There was a definite presence in the room. And a smell. Perfume, perhaps? And another she could only describe as musty. It was like the old neglige Elijah had made her wear.

She heard a hissing noise, distant soft and fairly brief. And then the sound of a breath caught in the wind, of someone slowly breathing out. There was an echo to it. Then, outside the door, the faintest clink of chain. That could be Elijah listening at the door. The rest of the noises were other worldly.

She tried to ignore it. But an unmistakable sense that something was gently touching her inside thighs and slowly moving up and down made her snap her legs shut and look up.

Nothing. Just the filthy room and the odd distant owl. She shook her head and shut her eyes again. Another waft of perfume, and a feeling that something was nibbling both her nipples. This was exquisite and sent a tingle down her belly to her anus. Again she looked up. The feeling stopped. Nothing was there.
 
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