Chapter 14 The arrival of the e760MDE slave

The Evans Castle is located in the countryside in the heart of rural France, and you really have to want to go there, it's so remote, the house being quite isolated, far from the cities. It's an old stone building from the sixteenth century, with polished parquet floors, large windows, high rooms, long corridors, where hangings, paintings, and chandeliers abound. Everything seemed calm in this old building before my arrival...

 But first things first! I am slave760MSE, a long-time virtual slave of the revered Sir Evans. I have acquired the three virtual rings that my Master has finally deigned to bestow upon me, a sign of my total allegiance and utter degradation to him. The Marquis of Evans, having deemed me worthy of meeting him, sends me a message via the internet.

 So I just learned from this email that my Master has given me an appointment at the train station in his village for a first meeting in his castle. I have to take the 4:02 p.m. train which arrives in his town at 8:32 p.m. He informs me that he will send Walter, his butler, to pick me up at the train station and take me to his famous home. I am both very excited but also a little worried to finally meet him....

 It is 8:32 p.m. and the train arrives at its destination. I see through the window of the train that has just stopped, a luxurious Rolls-Royce parked. I think it is for me, knowing that the Marquis owns this car that is not within the reach of just anyone. So it is with a hesitant step that I head towards the car that shines with a beautiful shine from its entire gold metallic body. Barely having arrived 2 meters from the vehicle, I suddenly see a man who could be described as a giant come out. It is the driver and he asks me without any smile and in a rather laconic tone, if I am indeed slave 760MDE. I am very impressed in front of this mountain of muscles and by his question so curtly sent by this "mirror cabinet" of almost 2 meters. I answered him by stammering my words and rather timidly a 'yes, I am indeed a slave' while blushing and lowering my head.

 He then asked me, still without any kindness, to get in the back, opening the door for me and we set off towards the castle in icy silence. I didn't dare speak, I had strange sensations, a mixture, in fact, of bizarre impressions: yes, I was both excited and at the same time very nervous, even afraid of this first meeting. The driver's icy welcome amplified this mixture, lots of things were turning over and over in my head. I began to wonder if I had done the right thing in coming... After a good 15 minutes of driving, the Rolls-Royce left the beautiful road to gently turn left onto a rutted path and after 2 or 3 kilometers, we crossed an immense forest, where I just had time to read a big sign "Forest of the Evans Estate - Private property - no entry" and suddenly the car stopped on another secondary path, bordered by a green clearing.

 The driver got out of the car violently and without a word opened my door. He started by staring at me and then, still in an extremely stern tone, told me to get out and strip completely naked. I was surprised and embarrassed, but then I noticed his sewn-on badge on his right chest where it was written "Walter". Often, my Master had spoken to me about his butler named Walter and his severity. I understood then that it was better to comply because the reputation that the Marquis had given me, via the internet, was a reputation of a very devoted but extremely perverse and authoritarian valet with the slaves of the Castle. So, I complied as quickly as possible more out of fear than excitement, even if it excited me to the depths of my being, I must admit. And there I was naked with only my chastity cage in front of him.

 "My name is Walter, and I'm going to get you ready before you can have the privilege of meeting your Master.

 I want to see what you're made of, you bitch," he said, his tone a little softer, but leaving no ambiguity as to his intentions...

 Then, suddenly he opened his fly and with his hand placed heavily on one of my shoulders, he pressed his large palm underneath to make me bend my legs and ordered me to get on my knees and suck his cock. I opened my mouth and began to suck him. During this time he pulled my hair to better sink into me, he hurt me. I felt his penis swell in my mouth and become bigger and bigger. He held my head to accentuate the back and forth and put it more and more in my throat.

 - Humm!! You suck my slut well, your Master will be satisfied. On all fours now, little whore!

 Then he started to finger my anus, starting with one finger then another... I'm going to take you like a female dog... Just as I was about to protest, he slapped me twice and put a "ball gag" in my mouth, which he wrapped around my head. Then he spanked my ass. I moaned loudly, cries muffled by the gag. He quickly covered his huge giant phallus with lubricant and then penetrated me without any consideration, continuing to spank my ass. I cried out in pain, but no sound could come out of my mouth. The burning pain was accompanied by a strong excitement rising in me.

 - You're a real little slut! My cock was trying to swell with excitement, but the shell of my cage was stopping me.

 The pain was getting more and more excruciating, my ass and my dick were aching. It was impossible to shake my ass. I wanted to take it, I wanted to jerk it off, I wanted to cum, but it was impossible!

 He then grabbed my nipples and twisted them in all directions while jerking himself off thoroughly and slapping my ass. I felt the weight of his heavy body on my spine, on me. He possessed me completely. I screamed louder and louder but no one could hear me because I was gagged. He treated me like a female dog and the worst part was that I loved it. Then after a long time while he was cleaning my ass, he said to me:

 - You're such a dirty female dog, you're going to make me cum! From behind, he untied the gag and ordered me to open my mouth wide.

 I didn't have time to breathe before Walter withdrew his big cock and placed it in my mouth, shooting long, powerful spurts. My mouth was filled with cum. He ordered me again:

 - Lick it dirty female dog and swallow it all, I don't want any more traces, I want my cock super clean He brought his penis close to my mouth saying:

 - Go ahead! I'm sure you'll love the taste of man juice, you big female dog! The Marquis of Evans will be happy to know you're a good slut...

 Once I had finished my cleaning job, which I had done as much as possible with a careful licking with my tongue on the butler's penis, I heard you say to me:

 - Now that you've taken back your place as the female dog that you are, I'm going to put your collar and leash on you.

 And no sooner said than done, he took out of the trunk of the Rolls a thick metal collar and a pure leather leash which he put on me, tightening my neck roughly.

 - Come on, slave, on all fours, you'll arrive at the castle like this, naked and moving like a good bitch! You see those big trees over there 50 meters away and well behind them, there is the castle park. I made a small entrance hidden in the fence, we'll go through there, it will give me a shortcut.

 Walter took my leash and I followed him on all fours through the bare woods towards the castle grounds. The night was cool, and I had difficulty keeping up with Walter. I was cold, and the stones grazed my knees and hurt. Walter was in front, majestic, pulling a little on the leash. You could see that he was taking a perverse pleasure in walking the slave that I am, like a pet dog. I wondered what my Master would think when I arrived.

 Once at the edge of the woods, he made me climb over the fence and then the ground was softer because a magnificent, ultra-maintained lawn presented itself under my 4 limbs. It looked like a golf course, the grass was so beautiful. And I finally discovered before my astonished eyes, the imposing Castle. It was there surrounded by an immense green park. At the bottom, a huge swimming pool with its water a pure sky blue. This building was a pure marvel of architecture. A heritage steeped in history could be guessed in front of this imposing residence. But I didn't have much time to appreciate these old stones because Walter, judging that I wasn't moving fast enough, gave me a little kick on my backside that I also received on my balls hanging in the air. Which made me scream and move forward. And here I am in front of the entrance of the castle where my Master was waiting for me in front of the steps.

 - Ha, here it is, my dog, so Walter, it took you a while

 - Excuse me, Mr. Marquis, but I wanted to try this female dog, so I stopped in the undergrowth.

 - Oh yes, that's right, as I asked you, I forgot! Replied the Master

 I raised my head from my four-legged position and discovered the physique of the Noble Marquis and undisputed Master of these places. I saw a man of strong stature, less imposing than Walter, certainly, but of a not insignificant build. Graying hair, sixty years old, dressed with refinement in rich clothes, a certain and strong charisma clearly emerged from this character that I finally had before me. But what I noticed the most was his gaze, a gaze filled with authority. A gaze that one does not forget. A gaze that freezes you and forces you to lower your eyes as this gaze stared straight into my little dog eyes.

 You're a dirty female dog, you're all filthy, you're going to have to get Marie to groom you before we sit down to eat, Walter said, looking at me reproachfully. Respectfully greeting the Marquis and passing him, the butler led me up the stone stairs to the front steps, he brought me into the large entrance hall, all tiled with huge diamond-shaped tiles, and led me straight to the kitchens where Marie, the cook, was. You could tell right away that with her, you don't mess around, that you have to obey. An authority emanated from her broad housewife shoulders. She was officiating at these tasks to prepare the evening dinner. There were 4 slaves there, 2 females and 2 males, who were busy peeling vegetables, all heads bowed, I understood that they didn't have the right to raise their heads even with an unexpected visit. They all wore a metal collar around their necks with the Master's coat of arms and apart from chastity belts for the females and cages for the males, they were naked.

 Walter adopted a most honeyed tone when addressing Marie:

 - You're going to have to clean up this new female dog I'm bringing you before you sit down to eat. I'm not going to present her to Monsieur le Marquis's guests tonight in this state. Naked and on all fours, freezing cold, finding myself in front of this imposing cook, I didn't know what to do and I was all red with shame.

 "Yes, you're right, Walter. I'll take care of it right away. And you dogs, don't slow down. I want everything peeled when I get back," she said to the four slaves in a threatening tone. "Otherwise, you'll get another taste of my whip..."

 Marie led me by leash to the bathroom and ordered me to wash myself directly in the bathtub surrounded by the finest marble. A luxurious bathroom was before me, with its old-fashioned, all-gold faucets.

 - And don't hang around, she said, handing me a large lavender-scented soap, towels, and washcloth. And scrub, you must smell good. You know, you're lucky I let you wash here; I usually hose down dogs like you in the stable. But I don't have time to run there, so take advantage of this exception and enjoy this bathroom. You mustn't shame your Master tonight; a big party has been prepared in his honor with quite a few guests.

 I was washing in front of her, which embarrassed me, but I didn't have much choice. As soon as I was dry, she ordered me to get on all fours on the large red velvet bath mat and put a penis in my anus, then immediately put my leash back on.

 - Come on, let's go... ah one last thing, I'll blindfold you before entering where we're going!

 And off we went, Marie in front, pulling on the leash, and me behind, following on all fours like a good little dog, through a long, magnificently decorated corridor. From the voluminous chandeliers of colored glass to the ceiling, past the velvet and silk draperies of the richest and paintings worthy of being in the Louvre. A dozen doors appeared on each side. Each massive door was sculpted and gleamed with a high-end varnish.

 Arriving at the end of the corridor, she blindfolded me and opened the last door. The strong resonance indicated a spacious room that we were crossing. I heard whispers around me. We stopped. She removed my blindfold and left without a word, just in respectfully greeting the Marquis who was sitting in a rich Louis XV style armchair. I understood that the blindfold was just a tiny bit of staging to make my entrance.

 I found myself in a large reception room, in front of Master Sir Evans and all these guests who were looking at me, I instinctively lowered my head in shame. The Marquis exclaimed:

 - My dear friends, here is my latest acquisition, a first-class lope according to my butler who tried it for us... So we will sit down to enjoy a game of bridge, as I promised you. There are 10 of us and we can play 2 games of 5 players. The table is long and spacious enough so that we won't be inconvenienced.

 Everyone sat down, the beautiful ladies in their fine attire and the gentlemen with an elegance worthy of a grand social gathering. Once everyone was seated and the cards began to be dealt, the Marquis turned, looked me straight in the eye, and addressed me in a firm tone that admitted no reply.

 - You will go under the Mistresses' and Masters' table to lick and suck everything that comes your way.

 The guests then made themselves comfortable by unfastening their belts, lowering their pants, and lifting their dresses. And my Master signaled me to go under the table. Here I am on all fours under the wide, massive table made of pure, old, varnished oak. I could easily move around on all fours in the middle. I then approached the first chair, seeing a hand unbuttoning a pair of pants and presenting me with a beautiful cock. I opened my mouth and began to suck it. I felt hands groping my testicles and caressing my buttocks while I sucked. It wasn't very long before the man pinned my head with his hand against his penis to ejaculate in large spurts. I felt large spurts in my mouth! The time to swallow sperm and saliva and wipe myself off before I moved to another chair. Following a snap of fingers that seemed feminine to me.

 I found myself in front of a pussy applying itself to my mouth, her knees blocking my shoulders by squeezing them. I tried to lick and stimulate her sex wide open in front of my mouth, and I felt that she was getting very wet. After a few minutes and by dint of licking as best I could, she came with an incredible scream, while pinching my nipples to tear them off. Then she pushed me away violently, and I heard the Mistress say

 - "This female dog is very good, dear Marquis."

 I continued like this, all the chairs one by one. My face was covered in sperm.

 I finally reached the last chair and stood before a cat. The woman grabbed my head violently and said:

 - I have to pee. And it poured into my mouth, I swallowed as quickly as possible and managed not to let anything overflow. I felt nauseous, I disgusted myself, but I wanted more and more to obey my Master and honor him.

 Then suddenly, I felt someone pull me by the collar to get me out from under the bulky table and I saw Marie in front of me with surprise. I hadn't heard her come into the room. She gave me the leash.

 I followed her on all fours as she left the room to the humiliating laughter of the Mistresses and Masters.

 . Arriving at a rather narrow staircase, I descended the spiral stone steps and arrived in a corridor which was a real contrast with the one upstairs. This one was much narrower, it was damp, dark in places and the stones of the wall were just squared. On the floor, there was no luxurious carpet but just a slab of cold concrete. The only light was flaming torches hanging in front of each door at eye level. I understood that I was in the crypt which my Master had often told me about via the internet.

 At the back door, the stove opened to reveal a vaulted room like a huge cellar with cages about 1.50 meters long, wide and high. It was the kennel, the smell of the dogs' droppings confirmed it to me. But I couldn't see the animals,

 - It's not over for you. The little whore that you are, will spend the night here in your cage... The dungeons are full and for tonight I don't have any room, so you will stay in this cage for the night.

 The dogs have been placed for the night by Walter in the stable, because they would make too much noise if they sense your presence.

 So I do as I am told, curling up, doubled up, in this cage. Marie throws me a blanket and my eyes adjust to the darkness that reigns in this kennel that looks like a dungeon where only a basement window lets in natural light.

 Marie leans over me and attaches a chain to my collar and puts a padlock on it. She leaves the "dungeon" without a word and locks the door. Through the small gate at Marie's face height, she calls out to me before walking away:

 - You have a bucket, if you need to do something, and a pitcher if you are thirsty.

 Then she walks away, and I hear the hallway door close. I sit up and look around. The floor is dirt. I try to sleep. I try to lie down, but the chain has been thoughtfully cut short enough that my head can't rest on the floor, and so it's only sitting up that I fall asleep from exhaustion.

 After a time that I estimate at 1 hour, the sound of the key turning in the lock wakes me up. Marie appears in a small outfit, maid style, with the only difference that the neckline goes down to the navel and the skirt is ultra short, revealing long legs perfectly molded in black leather thigh boots, and I can discover with each movement of Marie, that She is wearing neither panties nor bra. My gaze, my face is frozen in front of this captivating and sensual silhouette.

 - I think you don't understand what is expected of you. I'm going to teach you to obey. You must be on your knees and head bowed in front of me or your Masters every time anyone approaches you, and instead you stare at me with your head held high. I rush to get into position, but it's difficult for me to move quickly in such a small space, and I know, alas, that it's already too late and that I will have to pay for this crime of lèse-majesté.

 - Turn around, and put your hands above your head!

 She unchains me. I stand up and step out of the cage. She locks my wrists in leather bracelets above my head, arms almost outstretched. She ties me to a St. Andrew's cross. She makes me spread my legs in bracelets that immobilize me in this position. Marie blindfolds me so that I cannot know in advance the fate reserved for me!

 She then gags my mouth. She begins by torturing my nipples. Clothespins are applied to my testicles and nipples. ; I cry out in pain, which results in receiving two pairs of slaps from her powerful hands:

 - Shut up, you dirty whore. I'm going to be magnanimous today and only give you 20 lashes with the whip so that you'll think of me for a few days, and you're going to count them out loud and thank me every time.

 Snap! The terrible pain surprises me like a burning sensation, but it disappears almost immediately, giving way to a more piercing, deeper inner pain. With a tight throat, I manage to articulate with difficulty:

 - One, thank you, Mistress.

 - Louder, I didn't hear, and if I don't hear, I'll hit again. A second blow makes me jump, and my buttocks begin to burn. This time, the pain takes longer to subside.

 "One, thank you, Mistress," I scream very loudly this time. Then the blows follow one another at a slow, steady pace, spaced far enough apart that with each blow, I have time to fully feel the pain and shout out the count.

 - Two, thank you, Mistress. - Three, thank you, Mistress, etc., etc. On the twentieth stroke, I hear the door open again... Turning my back to the door, I can't see, but I lower my head to show that I've understood the lesson, and that, from now on, I will obey. It was my Master who still had a few bridge cards in his fingers that he was enjoying shuffling like a professional player. And he says to me, sneering in a tone full of irony:

 - Well, I see that Marie has taught you good manners. Of course, she is like Walter, a little cruel, but you must understand that obedience is the basis of everything, that the more docilely you obey, the less painful it will be for you. Anyway, let that be a lesson to you! I would like to tell her, to tell her that I will not do it again, that I will be an exemplary slave, that I will do everything, absolutely everything that pleases her, that I will not do like the others...