Chapter 16 The two submissive to the castle

It was under a low sky, in this damp mist, falling at the end of the day, mixing fog and the beginning of darkness. In this sunset of a gray and wintry day, the vehicle drove cautiously on this departmental road, engaged after exiting the highway, towards the Château d'Evans. On board were two women whom we will call Marie and Lalielou. Marie had been driving since the beginning of the afternoon. She had gone to pick up Lalielou and together they had headed south.

 Needless to say, this trip could only have taken place with the full consent of their respective Masters. A journey where the conversations between them all returned to the same subject, the purpose of this trip, the meeting with the Marquis d'Evans. The terms of this meeting had been agreed upon beforehand, via the Internet, and thus the two women now found themselves only a few kilometers from their long-awaited arrival. Yes, they had expressed nothing but impatience and desire in the car to finally meet the famous Marquis. As had been planned, they were dressed according to the Marquis's wishes, corsets, garter belts, etc. under their voluminous and warm winter coats that they wore, also hiding the collar for each of them, of their Master.

 They had been clear, the two Masters, both for that of Marie and that of Lalielou.

 This is what the two submissives thought again, recalling their words:

 "We are lending you to the Marquis of Evans for a week in his castle. You must be worthy of this honor and live up to his expectations. The Marquis will be sure to inform us of your devotion to him. We are counting on you."

 Excited by mulling over these few words, they almost missed the signpost to the right of the departmental road, which said "Domaine du Château des Evans - 3 km". Marie thus left the road to take a track bordered on both sides by a forest which, the further the car went, the denser these woods seemed...

 After about fifteen minutes, the castle appeared, at the edge of the last large, century-old trees.

 The residence appeared as if by magic, it was so impressive. Immediately, with the help of nightfall and the phantasmagorical lights behind the large windows, they recognized the castle, which had been repeatedly visualized on the Marquis's website.

 Marie then passed the open gate, flanked on either side by two stone statues representing a roaring lion standing on its hind legs. She then entered the immense courtyard and parked near a fountain with ancient sculptures. The two women didn't dare move, staring at the bulky building.

 They stayed like that for a few minutes, not really knowing what to do. Yet they had to see their commitment through to the end by knocking on the main door of the building. They left together, without saying a word, as if they had understood that they had to go. But they had barely left the vehicle when a tall man with a slender stride came out of the Château and was walking towards them. They didn't spot him right away, as he had a powerful lamp that blinded the two submissive women. Arriving a meter away from them, the women heard, in a calm, linear, polite voice, these few words:

 - Good evening and welcome to the Marquis of Evans's house. I am Walter, in charge of welcoming you. If you would be so kind as to follow me to him...

 Marie, who tells the rest: The long journey that took Lalielou and me to the castle passed like a dream. We were both excited and worried about what our host had in store for us.

 Our masters had been firm about how we should conduct ourselves in his presence and that of his guests, if there were any.

 - Make me proud of you, my Master had told me, don't disappoint me or you'll be in trouble when you return!

 Don't disappoint him! At that precise moment, as my stilettos, which I'd slipped on after taking off my loafers just before getting out of the car, sank into the gravel on the driveway, I could think of nothing else.

 What did our stay in this castle have in store for us, what did Sir Evans have in store for us? It was all decided so quickly that my head was still spinning.

 On the Château's website, I wrote that my fantasy was to meet Sir Evans. And there we were, facing the majestic steps, my fantasy coming to life beyond my wildest dreams. In addition to meeting Monsieur le Marquis, it was happening in his château, something I never would have imagined possible.

 I pulled my loose coat tighter around me. A teasing breeze blew underneath it and made me shiver. After the long journey in the slightly overheated vehicle, it was nevertheless a welcome relief. came.

 We both stood there, no longer daring to move forward. But we wouldn't have backed down for anything in the world. Finally, we stood there, facing this imposing residence, gently enveloped in a light fog that the gentle breeze, however, couldn't erase.

 The air of the undergrowth tickled my nostrils, it smelled of mushrooms and moss.

 My breath created a small vaporous cloud when, with a sigh, I took Lalielou's hand, as if to give us courage... We followed Walter.

 My heartbeat echoed through my head, which made me feel a little dizzy. I felt my friend's hand squeeze mine. I looked at her; she was just as scared as I was, and at the same time, I saw a little spark of excitement in her eyes:

 We were finally going to see Monsieur le Marquis, finally meet Sir Evans.

 We climbed the few steps that still separated us from the Marquis in unison.

 Walter pushed open the heavy door, which made only a muffled sound as it pivoted on its hinges. I felt the gentle warmth coming from the entrance envelop me as we progressed. My legs trembled and had difficulty carrying me, such was the apprehension and excitement competed with my feelings. The last step... the darkness surprised me, then my eyes adjusted...

 And there, amazement, dazzlement! The past, the antiquity, the very history of this castle welcomed us, women of the 21st century. It gently took us, enveloping us from the moment we crossed the threshold, in an enchanting whirlwind. We were princesses in the time of kings!

 Our heels clicked on the mosaic floor. On a pedestal table with an elegantly carved base, a bouquet of exotic flowers added a touch of vibrant color and captivated us with a heady scent.

 After closing the large door, Walter stepped aside and pushed open another door hidden behind a curtain.

 Why was he making us go through a back door? Why didn't we enter the castle through the main door? Weren't we invited? Weren't we "princesses in the time of kings"?

 No, we were simple submissives, how could I have believed that we would have other rights than those of submissives. I looked at Lalielou; she was just as dejected as I was, but without a word, we followed the butler.

 Where was he leading us? What was at the end of this corridor bathed in a now disturbing gloom?

 This time, it was I who shook my friend's hand, which I hadn't let go of. Walter was moving quickly ahead of us, not waiting for us. We had to quicken our pace to catch up with him and let him guide us to a stay that undoubtedly held many surprises for us. It was with a light heart that I sent Lalielou a mischievous look that seemed to give her courage. She smiled back. After all, we were there because we had wished so hard that our wish was coming true.

 We were at the Marquis's castle, and we would see him soon. Finally!

 Walter led us down a spiral staircase and said:

 - I'll leave you here, go up to the top, enter the open room, take off your coats and wait, someone will come and tell you what you have to do.

 - but our luggage?

 - you won't need it during your stay! Monsieur le Marquis will provide for all your needs.

 - and our clothes?

 - you won't need them either, besides you will only have to wear your necklaces, corsets and pumps!

 And with that, before we even had time to ask him another question, he turned back, leaving us alone at the bottom of the stairs.

 So taking courage from each other we began to climb it...

 Marquis d'Evans who tells the rest: The wait lasted a good ten minutes, which seemed long in this high room with a French ceiling, flanked by a period chandelier with a thousand lamps, with immense windows of wood dressed in the most beautiful varnish, with luxurious curtains that allowed a glimpse of the moon with all its brilliance, with walls covered with thick velvet hangings in a burgundy red tone. To complete everything here and there, paintings with old paintings adorned the windows, one could see the most beautiful nudes certainly made by great masters of the Renaissance.

 Marie and Lalielou had taken off their coats, but they weren't cold because the room was obviously overheated.

 Their ample breasts revealed pleasant nipples, highlighted by their corsets. When all of a sudden, they heard footsteps coming up the stone stairs and getting closer and closer. Excitement mixed with apprehension titillated all their heightened senses:

 "It must be Sir Evans!" exclaimed Lalielou, with enthusiasm mingled with fear.

 Both women felt their hearts pounding with each footstep, which was now becoming more distinct. Had the big moment arrived? ...

 A figure appeared at the top of the stairs, then immediately at the entrance to the room, in the half-open door, a woman appeared... disappointment, it was not the Marquis...

 This woman had a stern air that admitted no rebellion, judging by the majestic gaze she naturally imposed. She was tall, sturdy, almost obese, dressed as a kitchen maid, her black hair in a bun, and glasses that increased her severity gave this woman an imposing presence and generated real fear. Her head raised, she spoke in a rather dry tone, without preamble, and stared straight into the eyes of the two women:

 - I am Marie the Cook, you are arriving the evening when Monsieur le Marquis is receiving the Deputy, the Prefect, and the Senator as well as their respective wives. Do not be fooled, these three personalities of the department are old friends of Sir Evans and are an integral part of our community... I have very strict instructions: You will come with me to the kitchen. You will wear a maid's apron and you will serve the meal like that, with only your collar and the apron, without anything else... They are already at the table and will soon finish their aperitif. So, there is not a second to lose to serve the starter of the meal. Oh, I forgot, there's also the companion of Monsieur the Marquis, David and "two other surprise guests"... Well, you'll see what the Marquis has planned for you... I don't think you'll be bored... Come on, follow me in silence and we don't talk in the ranks, added the matron in a military tone.

 The two submissive women, surprised by this kind of welcome, complied without question. Yes, surprised because they were expecting to be received by the Marquis of Evans, with no one else present, just him and them, in his office for example. But instead, they had to play at being servants... After all, why not, they were submissive and had to obey... they could no longer back down and it was again, worried and excited, that they followed the cook up the narrow, steep, even slippery stairs.

 Arriving in the large kitchen by another corridor used at the bottom of the stairs, Marie the Cook left them two minutes to see if it was time to serve. During this time they undressed, as ordered, in order to keep only their collar and put around their waist just the white apron which hid too little, their shaved sex and already very wet by the idea of serving like this in this outfit... After a few minutes, the matron came back in and in a tone of command, said to the two submissives:

 - It's time to serve... You, addressing Lalielou, will take this large salad bowl and you, looking at Marie, the 2 large bowls filled with sauce... Come on, take this large door, it leads directly to the large dining room, where you are expected. Attention, It is forbidden, whoever you see, I mean whoever you see, to speak, you must serve as if you have been serving here for years, in silence. You will only speak if you are questioned and by lowering your eyes.

 Understood?

 - Yes Ma... da... madam, said the two women in turn, stammering, impressed, intimidated by the idea of the great moment having finally arrived.

 Marie opened the large door and the two submissives discovered a huge room with a huge fireplace on one side, ablaze with logs crackling with dry sounds. But what immediately struck them were the guests seated at this immense varnished oak table, with stylish chairs. There were indeed the quality people the cook had spoken of, with this man with a fixed gaze at the head of the table; no doubt it was the famous Marquis.

 But what almost made them drop what they were holding in their hands was their shock at discovering that the "two surprise guests" were none other than... their respective Masters...

 Marie who tells the rest: Lalielou looked at me and I saw in her eyes the same fear that must have been read in my eyes as well, the same incomprehension, the same fear, the same questions.

 What were our Masters doing sitting on either side of this immense table, why hadn't they told us that they would be present too?

 I thought I saw a slight, ironic, satisfied smile on the Marquis's greedy lips. We were petrified, but as always when I'm intensely afraid, I felt my crotch moisten.

 "Oh no, I didn't think so, it's not the time to get wet now, not here, I have nothing to hide it with."

 - So are you going to serve us or are you going to stupidly wait for it to get cold?

 This exclamation, coming from the end of the table, made us both jump, bringing our feet abruptly back to earth. We moved forward, trembling from head to toe, our skin lumpy from the intensity of the flesh. It was a good thing we had to remain silent, because no sound would have come out of my mouth.

 We approached the center of this room, its proportions gigantic but not exaggerated. Chandeliers vied with drapes, mirrors, and paintings to soften the impression of grandeur. It was mild, as the monumental fireplace spread a welcome warmth over our naked bodies. My heels moved from the finely inlaid parquet floor to a plush oriental rug with millions of knots artfully arranged in a complex floral pattern that muffled the sound of my uncertain footsteps.

 Without daring to look at any of the guests for fear of meeting their gaze, I headed towards the person closest to me.

 Delaying as long as possible the moment when I would be near my Master, delaying the moment when I would smell his perfume, delaying the moment when I would brush against him.

 Suspend time, stop this madness. Did I still have the choice to flee? What would the Marquis think if I left now? How would my Master feel if I didn't see this burlesque play through to the end, playing a role whose script I didn't know? What would happen if I fled, if I gave up now in the presence of all these people, important friends of Sir Evans?

 Unconsciously, my movements slowed down, became heavy, ponderous, and uncertain. I felt the Marquis's gaze "examining" each of our gestures, undoubtedly gauging our ability to react to an unexpected, complex, and intense situation.

 I, who had been celebrating, dreaming of this first encounter, was disconcerted by the situation. Did we still have the choice to leave, to leave these places that weighed so heavily on us, despite their splendor?

 A drop of cold sweat rolled down my back, feeling like a blade plowing through me. It ended its path on the knot of the apron, which fell, vaporous, on the small of my back.

 I would have liked to know what Lalielou was thinking at that precise moment. Was she having the same expectations as me?

 She had approached the table and begun to serve the Senator, who was shamelessly looking at her from every angle. I feared for a moment that his hands, which I saw were impatient, would go in search of the little treasure partially hidden by the very small apron. But he did nothing, contenting himself with smiling blissfully like a child in front of a gift package that he delays opening just to prolong the pleasure of discovery. She moved to the left of the prefect and I took her place to present the sauces to the senator.

 We hadn't eaten anything since leaving Paris, and my stomach was gnawing at my hunger. The aroma coming from the sauceboats exacerbated this hunger to the point that my empty stomach emitted an unfortunate gurgling sound at the precise moment I stood beside him, preparing to present the said sauceboats to him.

 What was my confusion! I turned scarlet, my ears burned, my pulse accelerated so much that I thought my poor heart would not bear the infernal rhythm it was taking. My hands began to tremble so violently that the silver spoon rattled against the fine china. I must not drop it, not in front of the Marquis, not in front of my Master.

 The senator looked at me. I saw his eyes staring at me, mocking. Should I apologize? But Marie the cook had ordered us to speak only if we were authorized to do so. I didn't have to wonder for long because the senator burst into a fit of laughter, gave me a resounding slap on the buttocks and burst out laughing:

 - I like that one, but dear Marquis, don't you feed your slaves?

 Your slaves! The word rang in my head like a gong. Slave! A fist slammed into my stomach! Slave! I am no one's slave, not even my Master's!

 Submissive yes, I am and happily, but not a slave!

 Lalielou continued the service and got ahead of me.

 I looked up and my gaze met Sir Evans's and I saw displeasure there, which added to my confusion; I was sweating and I didn't appreciate at all the humidity that I felt more and more present in the hollow of my sex without being able to do anything about it.

 Let's quickly finish this service so I can go to the bathroom to freshen up and get my thoughts in order. But we had to move on, so I introduced myself to the next guest, who was smiling and waiting for me to present him with the sauceboat of his choice.

 - What's your name ?

 - My...Marie Sir, I answered him in a stammering and barely perceptible voice,

 - Marie! Like the brave cook of our dear host!

 Brave, was not the word that came to mind when I remembered the threatening look she had given us as she handed us the dishes and gave us her final recommendation:

 - no blunders in the presence of Monsieur Le Marquis's guests, ladies, or you will receive the just correction that is due to you if you make the slightest little error!

 Brave! No, really not!

 We continued the service, which led us to the places where our Masters were seated. I felt, rather than saw, the confusion that invaded Lalielou when she came down to her Master's level. She didn't dare raise her eyes to him. I saw her trembling hands serving him; I could have heard her heart beating wildly if I had been closer.

 But she remained in control of herself and headed towards the end of the table where our Marquis, our personified fantasy, the one who had brought us here, naked, serving complete strangers except for our Masters, presided.

 I dared to look up at him and saw him looking at us, staring at us, perhaps searching for a flaw in our service, novices and inept as we were, for an unusual task, in an even more unusual outfit. He was amused, it seemed to me, by the situation in which he had, I am sure, taken a malicious pleasure in putting us.

 "The service is very long this evening! Don't you agree, my dear friends?" he asked his guests. "If this continues, I'll eat cold food, and I won't like it, no doubt about it!"

 We immediately rushed to his side. Both of us were red with confusion. Lalielou presented him with the dish, which he helped himself to, and I, in turn, presented him with the sauceboat.

 He left us there then, not knowing what to do, planted at the end of the table like white marble statues. What should we do now that everyone has been served? Return to the kitchens, stay there waiting for a possible order that never came. I opted to return to the kitchens, I had to be able to freshen up and collect my thoughts before the rest of the evening. I didn't have to think long, Lalielou took the lead, she headed towards the kitchens, I fell into step, following her towards the saving door still open where we had entered...

 - stop immediately!

 The order fell, petrifying us on the spot. The voice was loud, harsh, powerful! Several guests jumped, surprised.

 We looked at each other, trembling and frightened by the anger we felt. What had we forgotten? What had we done wrong? Patience was apparently not a quality the Marquis possessed. Had he been kept waiting too long?

 Was his meal cold?

 - Who gave you permission to leave the room, females?

 I turned my head towards Lalielou and saw the same questions there. My gaze met my Master's; he was upset.

 Against me? What had I done to deserve this wrath?

 - come here!

 I couldn't help looking towards the kitchen door and approached the Marquis with measured steps. I reached him first. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

 - Closer! I smelled his scent, spicy, woody, powerful. He whispered to me:

 - Show me your butt!

 I turned around, he ran a light hand over the spot where the senator had slapped me a few minutes earlier and where a red mark must have been imprinted on my white skin. I was shivering, but not from the cold, I clenched my teeth for fear they would start chattering.

 - Tell me, my dear Tarl, from what I see, this female marks easily!

 - Yes, Marquis, and it's a pleasure to spank him.

 How could my Master speak like that, talking about me like that in front of complete strangers? I couldn't believe my ears.

 - I have no doubt about it, seeing the beautiful color this buttock has taken on, but there is an imbalance, alas, and I love harmony above all else. May I allow myself to remedy this?

 - Do it Marquis, do it, on the contrary, it's yours for a week, isn't it?

 No, it wasn't possible, he wasn't my Master, what was he doing? What game was he playing? I didn't understand anymore, I felt lost, offered to a man I only knew through his writings on the internet.

 - I thank you for that, dear Tarl.

 He looked up at me, his eyes were the color of steel, the color of desire, the color of announced pleasures.

 - Get in position so I can balance this!

 I turned around, presenting him with my bare buttocks. He tugged at the buckle of the apron, which slid smoothly onto the carpet, revealing my hairless pubis. Out of modesty, I placed my hands there to hide it.

 - Bad reflex, whispered the jubilant Marquis to me, place your hands crossed on the back of your neck, spread your elbows and arch your back better than that... Right now!

 I hurried to do as he asked and, raising my hands, placed them behind my head on the nape of my neck. This simple gesture made me arch my back, thrusting my breasts with their protruding nipples forward. I spread my elbows, hollowing my back to arch my back as much as possible.

 The Marquis placed a hand on the small of my back:

 - you could almost put a glass on it, he exclaimed laughing, look!

 He spun me around, placing my back toward the table so that each guest could see for themselves the arch of my back. Several whistled in appreciation of the sight.

 - Indeed, Marquis, but you are right, balance out this disparity in the shade of his globes, what a shame!

 The Marquis made me turn around and, getting up to position himself better, he made me bend over, pressing firmly on my back. Bending forward, I felt my sex open more than ever by the position... The Marquis ran his hand over my skin for a moment, going around each buttock and going up along the furrow, appreciating their softness. I shuddered even more, blushing at the sight of myself, thus exposed. I felt the hand rise and fall, harsh, in a masterful slap. I jumped because it was so strong, so powerfully applied. I felt it deep inside me, awakening a secret desire.

 I know spankings well; my Master likes to give them to me regularly for our mutual pleasure. This time, however, I received it, humiliating. The hand belonged to someone other than my Master. The situation was new to me, incongruous, and there were all these eyes watching my reactions. Those who thought I would scream were disappointed because I didn't make the slightest sound, not even a moan. I had to make my Master proud of me!

 Satisfied, the Marquis lifted me up and left me with my back to the table. Thus everyone could see the mark of his hand appear little by little on my buttock. It didn't take long before he ran his hand over it. It was warm, firm, caressing, almost tender, as only a man's hand can be. In this simple gesture I perceived all the strength and power contained, a certain impatience also in a slight tremor. My sex was leaking and I couldn't keep a moan from happening, I strained towards this caress which calmed a little the fire I felt. He felt it and said to me in a breath:

 - Patience, Marie, patience, you'll have more later, and, turning towards the table:

 - looks like she's enjoying it!

 - Yes, I confirm, replied my Master, it is not rare for her to come under a well-administered spanking! I heard my master's smile in his response.

 - You! exclaimed the Marquis, turning to Lalielou, who hadn't moved during all this time. You'll finish the service alone. Go to the kitchen and bring us the rest!

 She was so surprised that she almost ran to the door, which she went through without looking back.

 Marie, the cook, was waiting impatiently.

 - So now you're here! Do you want me to serve an overcooked roast to our dear Marquis! Don't you know he likes it blue and sour! And where's the other one?

 - she is punished near the Marquis!

 - From "Monsieur Le Marquis", for you, she shouted at him, slapping him hard,

 - Take this dish and hurry back there! And be careful!

 "Yes, madam," murmured Lalielou, taking the large platter. It was heavy, laden as it was with a good piece of meat that the cook had carved and accompanied by various vegetables. She entered the dining room and headed towards the impatient Marquis, who helped himself.

 - I almost waited for a female! There are definitely no more quality slaves and I only have one week to perform a miracle!

 - Do whatever you think is necessary, Marquis, you have carte blanche!

 Lalielou almost dropped the plate when she heard her Master say that! But what was going on? What had our Masters planned with Monsieur le Marquis? Had they organized a week of training for the two of us under the pretext that we had fantasized about being able to meet Sir Evans? Meeting him, of course, was our dearest wish, but not being handed over to him for training, what's more. I shuddered at the realization. How naive we had been to believe that we would spend a week of vacation in this luxurious residence enjoying benefits that were unknown to us and that would remain so given the turn of events. I remained like that, exaggeratedly arched, for the rest of the meal.

 Sometimes the Marquis slapped me when the pain in my back made me straighten up slightly. He noticed and forced me to resume the correct position. My lower back was burning because the position I held too hard and for too long was hurting me.

 Lalielou continued the service alone. Going back and forth from one to the other of the guests who took a malicious pleasure in asking for her when she was on the other side of the table, forcing her to run in her pumps and giving her a slap on the buttocks because she hadn't arrived fast enough, someone pinching her nipple for the pleasure of it, someone forcing her to pick up a crust of bread that had fallen on the carpet while forbidding her to bend her knees, thus exposing to everyone's gaze her sex glistening with wetness, swollen like a juicy fruit ready to be picked.

 She continued to pace back and forth throughout the meal. The conversations were flowing, but I couldn't follow them. My arms felt like they weighed a ton, and my arched back made me was in constant pain. I had a lot of trouble holding the position I had to concentrate on so as not to lose it.

 And then the Marquis asked my Master and Lailelou's Master if they had thought to bring leashes for their dogs.

 Things they didn't have with them, of course.

 - Never mind, Walter! Bring us two leashes for these dogs right away!

 - All right, Mr. Marquis, right away!

 - On your knees, both of you, while you wait! You, he said to Lalielou, come and stand next to her, pointing at me. She stood next to me. Intense burning in my shoulders when I lowered my arms, numb from the long wait, relief for my back when I got down on all fours. Although the position was humiliating, I appreciated it so much it relieved my back. Walter came back with the leashes and our Masters attached them to our collars.

 - Well, let's have a digestif and smoke a cigar in the small lounge to end this pleasant evening, suggested the Marquis, satisfied. He headed towards a door framed by two magnificent consoles and the guests followed suit.

 - Please, dear Marquis, take the leashes of these two females who will be in your charge for the week, so that they know immediately who will be their Master during this stay that they have so desired!

 It was my Master who had just handed me over to the Marquis, handing him my leash. I saw a most disturbing smile appear on Sir Evans's face, and a feline light lit up in his eyes.

 - Thank you, Dear Tarl, he said, taking possession of my leash, which he gave a little tug as if to make me understand immediately that I belonged to him for the next 7 days. He also received Lalielou's. Taking them in one hand, he forced us to follow him on all fours, entered the living room, and headed towards a comfortable armchair. He invited his guests to do the same. I felt my rump thus exposed to view, undulating under the imposed animal gait. The Marquis settled comfortably in the hollow of his armchair. He pulled on Lailelou's leash to make her come in front of him.

 - Don't move, female dog, I want your back to relieve my legs, which he placed roughly on his back. He had to press hard because I saw Lalielou bending under the weight,

 - Higher! he ordered, lifting the leash. He threw mine over my back, and I jumped, cold metal on my burning skin.

 - You come to the other side, I'm missing a coffee table, you'll replace it and try not to spill anything or you'll have a bad time. Walter, please serve us and bring me my smoking kit.

 This was done diligently. Walter placed a small tray on my back, on which the Marquis placed his glass so that his hands were free to light his cigar.

 "Don't you think these dogs are missing something?" he asked. "Don't you think they would look magnificent with tails!"

 I heard a few people laughing and appreciating the thing.

 - Walter! Tails, two, please.

 Walter left but soon returned with two boxes in his hands. The Marquis gestured for him to hand them to our Masters. They opened them, and what they discovered made them both smile. They each took out a plut fitted with a fur tail. Not horsehair, no, real fur, about two feet long. The plut itself was a good size. My Master stood up and came to my side.

 - Don't move or you'll knock over the Marquis's glass. "No, my Master! Not like that, not there, not in front of all those people! I was screaming my fear!" But nothing came out of my lips?

 I felt the object approach my anus, cold, hard, and violent. My Master pushed slowly, but my poorly prepared little hole refused, despite my efforts, to open. I couldn't push for fear of dropping the tray.

 I heard Lalielou moan and the Marquis exclaim:

 - Isn't she better like this with that tail sticking out of her buttocks! he remarked to Lalielou's Master, a perfect female dog! And you, why don't you refuse the tail? he asked, turning to me.

 - it is too dry and closed, explained my Master,

 - That's annoying, Tarl, may I say so?-

 - she is yours, dear Marquis!

 But what was my Master saying? No, I am not his, I am yours, my Master! What are you doing? Thoughts raced through my fevered mind, what did all this mean, was he really abandoning me to the Marquis for the week? How far could the Marquis go? My Master had told him, "She is yours." I felt the tray being removed from my back, movements, and suddenly the most forcefully pushed in at once, pushing aside my sphincter, which was tightened by anxiety but which the strength of the Marquis had no trouble forcing to open. The brutality of the penetration took me by surprise, and I could not help but cry out and move forward, trying to escape the pain.

 - Hmm, I'll make it more cooperative and open to you, Tarl!

 The tray was placed back on my back. I could feel my heartbeat around the plut. The fur brushed against my thighs, my anus burned, but the plut, once in its place, was not unpleasant; it gradually warmed up, and I ended up feeling "full" with its presence. We must have given the guests an exciting sight with our rumps thus adorned with a tail that was, to say the least, original. Someone came to take a closer look, touched the fur, and pulled on it lightly.

 - This fur is really soft, Marquis. I would ask you where you got it so that I can adorn my dog with it. It looks much more real than the hair, it really makes you look like a dog, and those hanging breasts, you expect to see puppies emerge to come and suckle them. What a humiliation, to be compared to an animal like that! But didn't I have the position? Obedience?

 I didn't even rebel and on the contrary let it happen, obedient yes, I was like a dog faithful to her Master who for a week gave me to the Marquis to train.

 They continued to chat about everything and nothing, Lalieou serving as a footrest and me as a coffee table. The Marquis spoke of his perverse inclinations with his guests saying:

 - virtues are vices, sound philosophy wants us to cultivate our most perverse inclinations because it is in disorder that happiness resides. True wisdom does not consist in repressing our vices because vices are the only happiness in our life, it would be becoming our own executioner to want to repress them!

 - Indeed, dear Marquis! That's a philosophy that pleases me, replied the Master of Lalielou with a smile, I approve of it entirely and don't deprive us of it on my female dog, be perverse!

 Ah ah ah!, everyone laughs.

 - You are pleasant company, dear Marquis, but I must be in Paris tomorrow because I have an appointment there, which unfortunately I cannot avoid! I am forced to leave you now!

 - I will do the same, said my Master, standing up. "No, my Master, don't go, not already, don't leave me here, this is not how I wanted to come to the castle, not offered to the Marquis."

 I wanted to see my Master who was leaving without a glance, without a gesture towards me, the somewhat abrupt movement that I made to turn around made the tray slip from my back and with a loud crash, fall to the ground, taking with it and breaking them into thousands of pieces, the glass and the crystal carafe. I moaned at the catastrophe, Lalielou jumped, the Marquis stood up furiously, my calm Master said to his host:

 - You will have to punish her severely for such a fault, Marquis! I'll leave you, you won't have too many days to try to make her a slave worthy of the name!

 - Yes, Tarl, trust me, I'll make her docile for you, he promised, escorting my Master and Lalaielou's Master back to the front steps. They hadn't looked at us, hadn't kissed us, hadn't said anything. They were giving us over to the Marquis's whims.

 I looked at the pieces of the broken carafe, they seemed, little diamonds littering the thick carpet, harbingers of the punishment to come. What would become of me?

 The Marquis retraced his steps. Determined, he was visibly imbued with an anger he could barely contain. Yet I found him magnificent in his anger, in his footsteps slapping the ground, his arms, which I sensed were muscular beneath the tailored suit. He advanced like a feline, toward the prey he knew he could catch without any difficulty. Our eyes met when he stopped dead in his tracks on the threshold of the door, contemplating the disaster. I sank to my knees, head to the ground, awaiting the announced sentence....