Chapter 10 The Arrival of ''Waiting''

The Marquis of Evans had taken his place at the head of the table, a place of honor as it should be. He was flanked on his right by the slave e46MSE whose hands had been tied to the back of the chair she occupied and on his left by David. The male slaves remained chained to the floor, under the east wall of the vast room. The three females, on the other hand, had been freed and freed from their chains. All three, e75MSE, e68MSE and e08MSE, now wore a large lace choker, matching the tiny immaculate service apron that barely hid their still perfectly smooth sexes. To serve, they were perched on very high heels that forced them to walk a little stiffly but elegantly, favoring the highlighting of their chests with slightly tinted nipples...

 Slave e68MSE was Sir Evans' designated cupbearer. She picked up a heavy crystal carafe and poured out a dash of ruby-colored liquid.

 The Master took his glass, sniffed the nectar, then rolled the wine in his mouth... He put down His glass and without a word, gently ran his hand over the plump rump of the slave who understood the meaning of this gesture and filled the glasses of the Master and David, as well as that of e46MSE. This was the way of training the slaves in charge of serving. Their Master did not need words, the caress he had just granted to the female signified His full satisfaction, otherwise he would not have failed to inflict a much less pleasant gesture on her. And a disappointing wine would have had severe repercussions on the whole of His House.

 The Marquis and David clinked glasses at a distance and savored their wine, while e46MSE kept his eyes lowered to his plate. It was e68MSE, having put down the carafe, who came to take his glass and made him drink a sip of the wine with its elegant aromas and light raspberry scent.

 Finally, e75MSE and e08MSE appeared, each carrying a plate, each placing themselves to the left of One of the Two Men, they placed their plates, garnished with two thick slices of foie gras slightly pink in their center, accompanied by thin slices of candied tomatoes, onion jam and a thin slice of light gingerbread, made by Marie La Cuisinière herself.

 - "Excellent choice, this luxurious Burgundy" approved David...

 - "Yes, I know that we're expecting a sweet white wine... But I wanted to try this Domaine de Lambrays and I think it goes wonderfully well. Its very slight acidity really enhances the foie gras, you'll see", it'll be a change from Our wonderful Beaujolais Maison, replied the Marquis d'Evans.

 Near each remained a slave, while e68MSE stood near e46MSE...

 David had placed e75MSE across his knees, while tasting his starter, he flattered the rump of the young submissive still marked by the harsh treatment inflicted by Madame Solène's husband. Sir Evans also tasted. But sometimes, he would prick a small square that he held out with the tip of his fork towards e46MSE's mouth... the slave had to stretch his neck as far as possible in order to seize with the tip of his lips the tasty morsels that his Master deigned to offer him. Thus passed the meal, very pleasant, at the end of which e75MSE had found a place under the table, lavishing on David oral caresses that seemed to fully satisfy The Master's Companion, who forgot His dessert. Sir Evans, as for Him, had done honor throughout the meal, regularly giving some leftovers from his plate to his favorite who thus saw herself rewarded for the trials undergone by the Count during the previous days.

 The meal finished, the Marquis of Evans and David got up, detaching e46MSE from the bonds that held her to the table, they led her in Their company out of the room where, already, the male slaves had been freed from their chains in order to take charge of cleaning the place. ...

 But the evening continued elsewhere... In the bowels of Evans Castle, in the very heart of This Noble Building that has stood the test of time, after long corridors that get narrower, you enter a room with a low, vaulted ceiling through a low door. Scattered colonnades cut off the view and partially separate the space as if into numerous alcoves. The room is vast, but its dimensions cannot be guessed because of this view cut off by the thick columns. e46MSE knows this place well. She has already had the opportunity to be taken there and she knows that the reward that her Master will grant her will probably not be easy. But she is also stamping her feet with happiness, finally! to find This Master to whom she has the happiness of belonging body and soul. This Master for whom she endured the abuse of The Count, for whom she abdicated modesty and dignity in order to fully live her destiny as a slave...

 The door does not creak, despite its thick wood that seems worn, despite its rusty-looking hinges... Clues that put the newcomers in the very special atmosphere of this room, but carefully maintained, because thus, those who are led there are unaware of everything that is happening. They do not know if Someone is coming, if Someone is approaching... Thus, jostled, the slave is pushed to the back of the room and on a St. Andrew's cross placed on the ground she is lying, her wrists and ankles shackled.

 e46MSE is docile, her limbs stretched, she is open, offered, her intimacy exposed. She is blindfolded and she plunges into darkness. At the will of her Master she is ready to submit and already, without being able to control herself, her senses are going crazy... She hardly hears, except for a few rustles and the breathing of the Master and David, but she waits, not knowing from which side the tender caresses or harsh punishments will come. Panting, her thighs widely spread she feels tormented by the very desire that this shameless position arouses in her. Her sex widely offered... but yet her desire is suppressed. the slave imagines the Master and His Friend contemplating her, she must bite her lips to keep from begging... imploring that They take her, possess her even more than They already possess her without any restriction. Even if she knows that she is only a slave, her sex burning with desire would almost push her to forget it. To be this woman who offers herself and opens herself to her lover. But she is a slave and it is her Master who is there. It is her Master who wanted her like this...

 She would like to open herself again although already torn apart. her chest vibrating, her pussy gaping, wet, impatient! Something slides on this wetness that she cannot hold back, something soft and warm that weighs on her wet lips, on her swollen sex...

 And suddenly... there was not a word, but she is penetrated, the weight of a body weighs on hers... she is stuffed powerfully, for a long time... she is possessed as she did not dare to hope... fucked, and fucked again, moaning, unable to contain the ecstasy that is taking over her, she moans for her Master while, without warning, another Tail forces her lips and seizes her mouth. Spread, open, offered, she is doubly penetrated, possessed for a long time, violently fucked... Nothing exists around her, except the Two Sexes who come and go in her, who use her orifices without any restraint, thus applying Their Power absolute, The Power of the Master and His Companion over the one who is only a slave and who in her supplication expresses only the absolute desire to remain so. ... A week later: The arrival of the submissive "Waiting":

 A great calm had fallen on the Castle of the Marquis of Evans. Since the return of the slave e46MSE, a sort of slow life had been established, following so many events. Sir Evans had been absent for a few days in order to carry out His Affairs, in the company of David and the daily management of The Mansion had therefore been entrusted to Walter the butler and Marie the Cook. The slaves of the harem of Master Sir Evans had come out of their boxes every morning in order to be entrusted with various domestic tasks so that The Castle remained perfectly maintained in the absence of The Master.

 In the barn where the slaves were housed, it was always e69MSE who carried out all the tasks, having to maintain perfect hygiene in the boxes where the slaves spent each night. He worked humbly and was beaten every evening and every morning, in order to keep alive in his mind the disappointment he had caused his Master and for which he would pay the price as long as The Marquis did not judge that his punishment allowed him to wipe clean the slate that had almost earned him exclusion from the Harem.

 But Marie and Walter found it hard to see the rhythm of the Château drop off, fearing above all that the slaves would pick up bad habits if they fell into a routine.

 Every slave lacks willpower if it is not regularly "fed" by the demands of a Master who thus pushes them to transcend their submission and to give themselves beyond their primary perception, in order to guide them towards an ever deeper belonging. Certainly they embellished the daily tasks with various constraints, but this still seemed insufficient to them. It was Marie who had the idea of a challenge that they were going to impose on the slaves, so that upon His return, The Marquis could appreciate the efforts made by His staff so that His "home sweet home" could still charm and surprise him in ways other than the many Memories accumulated by His Noble Ancestors and the certainly absolute devotion of His Harem. ... Precisely, An excellent Friend of the Master had come by to entrust His submissive for a few days to the good care of Sir Evans who had agreed to test for This Relationship the real aptitudes of the female who was designated by the name of Waiting. The Marquis' Friend was the Waiting Lover who hid from her husband his deep attraction to submission. But The Lover, while he knew how to exploit the submissive's charms to get maximum pleasure from them, lacked the experience to reveal the deep slave nature he thought he could guess in her.

 As Attente's husband was away on a business trip for two weeks, The Lover had summoned the female and offered to entrust her for a few days to A Friend who could "test" her and determine her ability to become a real slave...

 Many hesitations later, the submissive Attente had given in to the demands of her Lover and Master. To seal their pact and prove her devotion, she had to join The Man in the locker rooms of their gym club. They were certainly alone in this room because the hour was very late, but the risk of being surprised remained. However, naked, still sticky from the sweat of long exercises, her face reddened by the effort, she had entered the locker room and knelt in the center of the shared shower room. Eyes closed, mouth open, hands clasped behind her back, she had waited...

 After several minutes, she heard a slight noise and, to her surprise, she felt a penis that easily forced the docile

 barrier of her lips and made its way to the deeper into her throat, almost choking her... Then, slowly, The Sex going and coming had swollen and hardened again in her mouth which was dripping with saliva, lubricating The Tail which possessed her mouth like any orifice that her Lover liked to penetrate frequently, thus marking His Hold on a female who could not help but be excited by the depravity she was experiencing, by the abdication of all modesty to which she gave in in order to satisfy the most perverse desires of the One who was now her Master.

 It was only after she had swallowed her Lover's thick and abundant juice that Waiting knew that her destiny was probably about to change.

 - "I'm taking you to the Castle tonight... It's Thursday, The Master to whom I entrust you returns on Saturday...

 tomorrow you will be prepared and on Saturday, you will be ready to be presented. You will have to obey Him in all things, without ever complaining. He knows that you are experienced, so He will not be too hard on you.

 But I assured Him that you are a good submissive, so do not disappoint me (and him). Otherwise the consequences would be heavy for you. Do you have anything to add?"

 - "No, Master," she answered humbly, still with in her mouth the slightly acrid and salty taste of the sperm she had just swallowed.

 - "Well, then put this on and let's go!"

 The Lover handed her a tiny white cotton dress that was almost excessively tight. No shower, no toilet, no makeup or hair. She didn't feel at all at her best in the state the long workout had left her in. She obediently put on the little cotton dress that, under certain lights, was also quite transparent. Standing, her arms at her sides, her head down, she waited for what happened next. Her Lover just gave her a pat on the shoulder and left the locker room with Aurora humbly following him a step behind. When they got to his sports coupe, he opened the door for her and she got into the passenger seat...

 - "Lift your dress, slut! I want you to feel the leather of the seat on your buttocks... move it up on your hips!"

 Aurora obeyed and pulled up the dress exposing the entire lower part of her body, feeling the coldness of the leather against the thin skin of her bare rump.

 He took his place behind the wheel and without another word, started off with a wild roar, making the tires squeal slightly. The car was taking him towards the unknown at high speed. Out of the city, The Driver had found his cruising speed on the small country roads.

 He held the steering wheel with one hand, enjoying with the other caressing the top of his submissive's thighs, who had reflexively opened her thighs to facilitate access to the tender and fragile flesh of her imperfectly shaved sex.

 She knew she had made a mistake when she felt the exploring hand suddenly stop...

 - "You didn't wax or shave?"

 Waiting had blushed, she couldn't see herself, but she had felt a wave of heat that invaded her and no doubt now reddened her face, she stammered:

 - "Uh, I... I have..."

 - "Quiet!" she immediately fell silent... curling up imperceptibly in her seat... The Lover had abandoned his privacy and, deftly handling his gear lever, he made his coupe lose speed, entering a small pull-out area on the side of the winding road. He stopped the car...

 - "Get out!"

 The submissive obeyed and He also left the cabin in order to join her without uttering another word. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to an old white bollard that was still standing, although crooked. The Lover forced Attente to hold on to it with both hands, then forced her to lean forward, in a position that perfectly exposed her rump. The submissive waited, trembling, as terrified by what awaited her as by the fear that a vehicle arriving on the road would illuminate her humiliating situation with its headlights.

 But she forgot all that when the first blow fell from the belt that her Lover had just removed from his trousers to use as an improvised instrument of punishment.

 Five blows. Only five blows, but applied with rage and force, brought tears to Attente's eyes, who was still sobbing when her Lover ordered her to return to her place.

 He didn't say another word for the rest of the journey, nor did he come back to put his hand on his submissive's body. He ignored her while she sniffed, trying without much success to stop making a noise, to be forgotten. The car had finally followed a narrow country road to arrive in front of an immense gate. After a few words exchanged via an intercom, the vehicle advanced into a very long driveway lined with century-old trees, to a vast space where another driveway, this time gravel, surrounded a vast area of grass decorated with magnificent white statues of Greek and ancient Roman nudes. The place was dominated by the shadow of a Vast building... A real Castle in fact, the likes of which Attente had only seen in films or during guided tours. The Mansion was dark but majestic, it was late, only two street lamps hanging on either side of an enormous double door lit the steps which dominated a double stone staircase flanked by very beautiful statues which on each side represented for each of them an impressive lion, life-size, raised on its hind legs and showing its fangs and a most sculptural mane.

 - "Get out," the Lover said curtly, pushing her aside.

 She opened her door and obeyed. The Lover closed the door and started immediately without another word. The rear lights of the coupe disappeared quickly, swallowed up by the night. Attente was alone, her ill-fitting dress still revealing part of her buttocks. She became aware of it and tried to smooth out her wrinkles by glancing all around her. She was almost afraid with this impression that the two lions frozen on their bronze plinth were devouring her with their eyes, when the door of the Castle opened... ... Walter had put on his butler's livery. He slowly went down the stairs, keeping an eye on the submissive who stood awkwardly on the gravel of the driveway. She was barefoot and wore only a thin white summer dress that she tried to stretch to cover a little of the top of her thighs. She was not coiffed or dressed. The Master had wanted it that way, He did not want the submissive to be able to "hide" behind the facade of an elegant outfit or an aesthetic that would have "masked" her, "protected" her. She had to present herself without makeup, in the most devoid of artifice situation, in order to have to assume herself from the first moments in a position of fragility, in inferiority.

 Walter joined Aurora and without a word immobilized her with a firm grip. Still silent, he grabbed the low-cut collar of the dress and with a sharp gesture pulled in order to tear the fabric which, being of poor quality, hardly resisted.

 Walter only had to pull again and the dress tore completely from top to bottom, falling to the ground like a dove shot in mid-flight.

 Aurore tried in a reflexive gesture to hide her breasts and her sex a little, provoking a brief snicker from Walter, followed instantly by a light slap accompanied by a laconic but authoritative:

 - "No !"

 Waiting understood immediately and forced herself to place her arms along her body, no longer hiding anything of her nudity from this Man to whom her Lover had clearly just entrusted her. She knew nothing, not even if this was the Marquis of whom the Man who wanted her as a slave had sometimes spoken to her, without confiding too much. The answer, partial, was not long in coming...

 - "I am Walter, the Butler of the Marquis of Evans, owner and absolute Master of this Castle. He will not be here until Saturday, but I believe that we will not lack work to prepare you to be presented to Him. I have some plans for you, which will have to be put into execution tomorrow so that you are not just a burden, but rather a gift for Monsieur Le Marquis, our so revered Master of the place."

 As he spoke, Walter circled the submissive, forcing her to remain still with a simple glance while he examined her from every angle, showing no modesty in this examination, which sometimes involved a cold hand feeling the flesh, pinching a nipple, patting the rump... until, in a gesture that was not necessarily useful but of which Walter particularly appreciated the degrading aspect, he parted her lips in order to check the state of her teeth.

 Attente was ashamed, a little cold. It wasn't the temperature that was cold, it was already summer, but she was seized by a sudden cold that crept into her limbs, her belly... and she trembled a little while Walter continued without any consideration his quasi-anatomical examination. Apparently satisfied, Walter unhooked a thick black leather collar from his belt and put it around the submissive's neck. Collar on which the Evans coat of arms was engraved in the depth of the leather. He attached a short leash in glittering links and led Attente, making her climb the stone steps of the double staircase to this enormous oak door that must have been several centuries old and behind which Attente was unaware of what awaited her... ...

 The Marquis of Evans was due back on Saturday... Marie and Walter therefore had only about 36 hours for the submissive "waiting" to learn how to behave so as not to spoil the surprise they had planned for the Master of the Castle. It was not much, but if "waiting" was going to deserve to become the submissive e94MSE of the harem, she would have to prove her motivation and her ability to quickly assimilate the demands of the new life she aspired to.

 Marie and Walter would take care of teaching him what was necessary and the other slaves of the harem would be put to work so that the welcome of the Marquis of Evans upon his return to his home would be up to par...

 Marie had taken charge of the "accelerated" training of the new submissive, while Walter led the entire harem with an iron fist. And there was no shortage of work. It was led to the baguette (and it was not just an expression, as the red marks streaking the rumps of several slaves proved) that females and males of the harem carried out their tasks. Rising at dawn, they worked ceaselessly until late in the middle of the night from Friday to Saturday, two brief breaks being granted them only to eat so as not to lose their strength and to be able to work to the maximum of their capacities.

 Only "waiting", as well as e46MSE and e75MSE were exempt from the tasks performed by the others. They were confined to the kitchen and the small adjoining room, where Marie made them swallow at a frantic pace the gestures and attitudes that they would have to accomplish in order to please their Master... ... Saturday morning came. Still awake at sunrise, the slaves were still busy in order to put the finishing touches to the preparations.

 They had to work diligently and quickly, kept under pressure by the frequent outbursts of voice and blows of the cane distributed by Walter who took a clear pleasure in imposing a sustained work rhythm on these slaves whose submission and obedience he liked to see, fruits of the education of Sir Evans, of whom he was very proud to be the instrument, in a way the "armed arm" for the common tasks that it would have been tedious for the Master to have to accomplish by Himself.

 Marie, for her part, had taken the three females to the bathroom. "Waiting" had been bathed and her imperfectly shaved pubis was now perfectly smooth, like her entire body that the other two, e75 and e46 were now applying themselves to covering with a light veil of oil with the scent of rose and jasmine... before making the new girl wear the very special outfit that she would wear to be presented to the Marquis of Evans, who would perhaps become her Master, if she proved herself worthy. ...

 The day stretched on and everything was ready... The tension was palpable in Le Château, partially released when the Marquis' car finally appeared at the end of the driveway. The car stopped and it was e35, completely naked and with a perfectly smooth body, who came to open the door. He immediately prostrated himself with his face in the gravel, while Le Marquis got out of the vehicle and appreciated the welcome organized by Walter: on either side of the stairs, the male slaves were divided, two on the left and two on the right, naked, prostrate, their backs well rounded with their wrists handcuffed behind their backs... They formed a hedge of submission while their Master climbed the steps and arrived on the porch where e68 and e08 each held open one of the heavy doors.

 Walter welcomes the Marquis

 - "Welcome to your home, Mr. Marquis. I hope that you have obtained satisfaction in your affairs"...

 - "I am quite satisfied, my good Walter. I admit that these negotiations were tough, but finally I come back with good news. We will have to talk about it, because I have planned a next meeting here, but we will talk about it again..." replied the Marquis while getting rid of his jacket which he let fall but which e35 who had followed him on all fours skillfully recovered.

 - "If Monsieur Le Marquis allows it, we have concocted a moment of... relaxation for Him to celebrate this return"... a smile appeared on the face of the Marquis...

 - "What a happy initiative! Well Walter... I'm curious now!"

 Walter stepped aside to make way for the Marquis who entered his home.

 - "It's in the boudoir, Monsieur Le Marquis"

 Sir Evans followed the long corridor of honor of the Castle, before quickly climbing the wide stairs that led to the first floor, towards the small, very intimate room that adjoined His Bedroom. Arriving near the room, The Marquis was surprised by a slight unusual scent that floated in the air. He was about to open the door of the boudoir when it opened in front of Him and he entered the room and stopped dead! The small boudoir in the 18th century style no longer existed! The room was almost bare, with the exception of four enormous vases, at each corner, elegantly and richly decorated with immense white lilies; a thick silk cushion placed on the floor in front of a very sober bamboo fabric rug, very... zen.

 This was the word that came to mind for the Marquis, who also discovered the silver censers from which escaped plumes of smoke perfumed with myrrh and ginger...

 The Marquis felt a presence he had not yet noticed. As he was about to turn around, e46 and e75 came very close to Him and with a humble gesture suggested that He move towards the cushion...

 - "If you deign to come forward, Master" said e46 in a clear and respectful voice...

 Without a word the Marquis stepped forward and while e75 pushed the door back, e46 guided his Master to the cushion, where e75 joined them. The two slaves wore a metal collar around their necks, their chests were bare and a transparent white veil skirt started from their hips and covered, without hiding anything, the lower part of their bodies.

 While e75 knelt down and began to undo the laces of the Marquis' shoes, e46 untied the knot of His Tie...

 - "Please allow us to get rid of this, Master," said e46, "I respectfully assure you that all this has been prepared for your absolute satisfaction, Master," she continued.

 - "Do... I rather appreciate this astonishing surprise" approved the Marquis.

 The two slaves relieved the Marquis of all his clothes, and while e75 slipped away with the fabrics and shoes, e46 asked the Master to sit on the cushion, which he did with ease, a little tired from the long journey he had made that very morning.

 It was then that there was a knock at the door and Walter entered, leading a submissive woman whom Le Marquis had never seen before. The female wore a heavy silk kimono whose print in beige and pink was decorated with birds in shimmering colors. She advanced to within a meter of Le Marquis and stopped, her eyes lowered. Her face was painted white, her lips red, her hair gathered in a thick bun held by varnished wooden sticks. She had been given the appearance of a geisha. Le Marquis was beginning to understand what was to come...

 It was Walter who spoke

 - "Mr. Marquis, allow me to introduce to you "attente", submissive of your friend (XXX) to whom you had offered to educate this very inexperienced submissive.

 The schedule made it so that she was present this weekend, I took the liberty of preparing a small ceremony so that You could discover her, if You deign to consent."

 - "I agree, I agree with joy, my good Walter, I appreciate this initiative and I look forward to taking

 full advantage of what comes next."

 Walter bowed and then left without another word, while e75 returned to the room and advanced towards The Marquis carrying a large porcelain basin... Walter closed the door, The Marquis of Evans remaining alone with his two slaves and this postulant of whom he knew so little, except that she was going to do everything in her power to deserve that he consider educating her.

 Without another word being spoken, "attendance" knelt before Sir Evans, leaned over and kissed His feet while e75 placed the porcelain basin in which water was gently lapping. While e46 and e75 stood back, behind The Master, "attendance" gently took The Master's hands and after kissing them, gently drew them towards the water, in which she washed them with water that, The Marquis noticed, smelled of roses despite the heavy scent of incense. After the hands, "attendance" delicately took care of The Master's Feet. She washed them delicately, and Sir Evans appreciated the elegance of her gestures, the attention she took to being delicate, the softness of the submissive's skin...

 When she had finished, she bowed down to the Master and stepped back, still on all fours, putting some distance between herself and Him. It was e46 who approached and took off the veil she wore around her hips in order to dry the Master's hands and feet, revealing herself completely naked, before returning to her place behind him next to e75.

 Getting up, "waiting" then came to stand in front of the Marquis and in a movement of mixed elegance and lasciviousness, slid the silk kimono off her shoulders, which formed a corolla at her feet. She wore another kimono underneath, but in perfectly white cotton this time, very tight, which allowed the submissive's forms to be guessed, but without any transparency that could have revealed a little more of her anatomy. Once again, she prostrated herself in front of the Master, face to the ground, while e75 and e46 moved and left the room, one still dressed in her veil, the other completely naked and carrying the porcelain basin with her... It only took a moment before they returned, each carrying a tray that they placed on the bamboo mat.

 A teapot, a bowl and various accessories were placed on the trays and "attendance" crawled to the carpet, touching the ground with her forehead with each new advance, thus showing her total submission to the One she served today. With a smile, The Marquis savored every moment of this ceremony, because he imagined that this was only a pleasant beginning.