o-1968: She was standing in the middle of the drawing room, and her arms raised and held together by
o-1968: She was standing in the middle of the drawing room, and her arms raised and held together by the Roissy bracelets, which were attached by a chain to a ring in the ceiling from which a chandelier had formerly hung, thrust her breasts forward. Sir Stephen caressed them, then kissed them, then kissed her mouth once, ten times. (He had never kissed her.) And when he had put on the gag, which filled her mouth with the taste of wet canvas and pushed her tongue to the back of her throat, the gag so arranged that she could scarcely clench it in her teeth, he took her by the hair. Held in equilibrium by the chain, she stumbled on her bare feet. “Excuse me, O,” he murmured (he had never before begged her pardon), then he let her go, and struck. Excerpted from “Story of O,” p. 55 -- source link