Fanny had ditched her jeans and instead wore a beautiful knee-length floral dress over warm tights. It was a cold winter day in early February, and she thought the outfit would be perfect for the occasion, without being too provocative.
She had beautiful brown hair falling on her shoulders but above all, magnificent eyes revealing a look filled with hope. Yes, this look clearly revealed her deepest intimate inspirations for those who, of course, knew how to decipher this kind of look that absolutely revealed a potential to become submissive. Submissive, being submissive... for her, it was more than a vocation, it was a reason to live, an obviousness, a necessity.
The cold winter air whipped her face. Fanny was beautiful in front of this gate where one could see, at the very end of an immense park, a superb and most splendid castle. Fanny was a cute, innocent young girl, who appealed to men while remaining reserved. So she had arrived at her destination, the address the man had given her was therefore the right one. She had to take the train, then a taxi which had just left her in front of this gate of the castle. A golden plaque with gold letters was inscribed: "EVANS' CASTLE."
She still didn't know what had driven her to move in this direction, to come here, but it was stronger than her, she had to do it. Driven by a mixture of curiosity, fear, but also desire, driven by the goal of becoming this long-desired submissive. With the castle gate open, she walked towards the old house on the gravel of the park's central path. She felt a lump in her stomach grow as she approached the majestic steps with their old stone staircases.
Questions raced through her head; she didn't know much about him since her virtual D/S relationship on the internet. They often talked about their experiences and their desires; she told herself at that moment that it was mainly she who would reveal herself. She wasn't even surprised, usually so reserved, to have revealed herself in this way to this Marquis, to whom she had quickly understood the immense trust and respect he had been able to establish between them.
But when the big day arrived, fear grew within her, she felt her legs get wobbly, almost trembling. Then she arrived at the front steps, climbed the stairs with her heart pounding, too late she told herself, she can't turn back now. Of course she could turn back, but there is something within her that surpasses this fear, a powerful desire, a curiosity to finally meet her revered Master, that she can only advance to the immense varnished oak entrance door, a door several hundred years old like the entire building.
She remembered her discussions with this man who immediately inspired respect and admiration in her. Yes, when he wrote to her, she felt each time as if bewitched by his words. She responded to all his requests without question; she even felt reassured when she revealed her most intimate desires to him, as if what she hid deep inside was too heavy to bear and she had to let herself go. She knew that he understood her and that she could tell him everything about her deepest fantasies. She had sent him multiple photos of herself. No part of her body was unknown to the Marquis of Evans. When her training as a submissive female dog was complete after many trials, he had finally given her this appointment. He had sent her a large sum of money to largely cover her travel expenses. He had simply told her that she would find the castle gate open and that she should proceed to the door of the building. And once in front of this door, she would open the envelope that was under the immense doormat with the castle's coat of arms, placed directly on the flagstones, and follow the instructions inside.
She then took her courage in both hands and looked at the time to reassure herself, three minutes early. She felt relieved, he who had made it clear to be on time. She raised her half-trembling hand then with a gesture she readjusted her hair, telling herself that she had to follow his instructions, she had to please him, obey him, do everything for that, as she had done in her virtual relationship. It was at this moment that she wondered if she was going to please him, her only intention deep down was not to disappoint him. He who had promised her that she would discover who she really is deep down. She always felt understood and reassured with a man for once, but not with just any man, it was with The Man of her life, her Master, The Marquis of Evans. So she wanted to go further and see what was hidden behind that door.
She lifted the doormat and discovered this envelope containing a black scarf and a letter. On the letter is written:
"Enter without knocking, you will take the door on the left at the end of the large entrance hall. A sign will indicate to you: 'Fanny the dog's room' Arriving in this room, the last door on the right at the end of the long corridor, Get completely naked and hide your view with this scarf then wait in the middle of the room kneeling, hands on your head, bust straight"
She didn't feel well, it seemed insurmountable. If she ran into someone, what would she say? And getting naked like that, what if by chance there were people in her room? She couldn't, she didn't understand how she had already gotten this far. No, this time it was too much. But she thought about what was hiding behind that door, that man, her Master, so mysterious but so reassuring, she knew he was very kind; very severe too, but above all very kind. Then, imagining herself in that situation, a gentle warmth began to invade her lower abdomen, she quickly understood what was happening, she was surprised to notice that she was getting wet, a certain excitement was rising in her. She hesitated one last time, but time was pressing, the man had made it clear she had to be on time for this meeting, she wouldn't want to keep him waiting too long. Making decisions has always been her problem; she didn't know what to do when the time came to choose, hesitation always taking over. But this time she didn't want to back down, she wanted to go all the way...
After checking that no one was nearby and carried by a gentle warmth coming from her intimacy, she let herself be carried away by her growing excitement. She was surprised to know how much it excited her to imagine herself naked, kneeling like this at the mercy of anyone, in this room. Half ashamed but won over by her excitement, she pushed open this door and entered to discover an immense entrance hall. No one... no presence... In the center, on the ceiling decorated with numerous rosettes of Renaissance paintings, a voluminous crystal chandelier, which one would have thought straight out of the tales of Arabian Nights. On the floor, tiles, the likes of which she had never seen, approximately 1.50 meters x 1.50 meters, yes luxurious tiles, immense which shone in all their brilliance. On the walls, royal tapestries of hunting scenes with here and there large paintings worthy of those in the Louvre... Impressed, Fanny advanced to the back and easily found the sign indicating the direction of her room. Once in the long corridor all padded with velvet and silks in multiple warm colors, she arrived in front of the door of her room. Still no one, not a living soul. And it was with a certain feverishness that she entered and immediately closed the door behind her. No one again, she thought for a moment the castle was deserted but Fanny thought that it was this little staging of the Marquis that gave this feeling of no other presence. An obviously overheated room and of incomparable luxury that was in no way different from what she had already seen in the hall and the corridor.
So, a little reassured, she began to undress. She quickly took off her dress, constantly checking if anyone was approaching her; someone who would come out from behind a wardrobe for example. She was now in panties and a bra. Her excitement only increased and it was half trembling but also wet that she took off her underwear. Here she was now completely naked, ready to be offered to the first comer. She suddenly began to feel hot, her nipples hardened by themselves, and her intimacy became more and more moist. Then after blindfolding herself, she waited like this kneeling with her hands on her head.
She didn't have to wait long because footsteps were heard behind the hallway door before it opened and closed. The man standing motionless in front of her must have contemplated her for a few moments, like that, looking at this ravishing young lady, naked, blindfolded, offered, with magnificent breasts. It's true that Fanny was ravishing, with an angelic face and an almost voluptuous but well-defined waist. The man knew that she would be intimidated at first, but he also knew that she would find herself in this position. He had analyzed her through their discussions and he knew that she had potential. He had calculated everything, he knew what he had to do for her to let herself go, and to discover her true nature. Only he knew what she was capable of, she knew nothing, although she
doubted that deep down inside her was hiding something but that she didn't dare admit it to herself. She needed him for that, to finally be able to reveal herself in real life, he who had succeeded in freeing her from her fantasies via the virtual world. He had succeeded in making her herself and fulfilled. She has always been a respectable and respected girl, kind and helpful, a model daughter who has always been able to resist temptation. She has certainly had a few boyfriends, but this time it was different, this man who knew how to talk to her, she trusted him.
She found this moment of silence, feeling his presence, his gaze on her very exciting. She felt both relieved that he had finally come to free her from her exhibition, but also tense, this man was now circling around her, she felt his gaze on her body. She knew so little about him. She was finally with her Master, a moment so awaited, that she felt her wetness dripping down her thighs. And as if that were not enough he took her hands, and tied her wrists behind her back with a cord. She was now completely offered to him, like a parcel, an object coming from nowhere, this woman now found her breasts and sex even more in view, revealing her ravishing forms.
Oddly enough, this relaxed her, as she felt her excitement building as she revealed herself completely like this. She was being forced to be like this now; she couldn't help it, and it relieved her.
Then breaking the silence he said in her ear in a linear voice, a voice without excess, calm but paradoxically authoritarian:
"Welcome to my castle, dog Fanny. You know when you entered, you don't know yet when you will leave. But I will give you the choice tomorrow morning to leave or to stay, but before that you will discover a small sample of what you really are... A submissive... a true submissive... my submissive..."
She felt a hand caress her hair, then that hand moved down to her shoulders, lingered on the back of her neck, moved to her breasts to twist each nipple. Then suddenly, daylight came! The blindfold was suddenly removed and Fanny could finally see her Master. She had indeed had photos of him via the internet, but the man in front of her looked nothing like the face she had looked at so much in the virtual images.
Fanny could not hold back a cry of amazement, even of fear, when the slender, slightly feminine man smiled at her and said in a soft voice:
I am David, your Master's companion. I must lead you to him. But first you will carry this!
He then added the pause of a collar and a leash that he had in hand, on the neck of the submissive while saying these words, in a most amiable tone:
Excuse me for my little joke, for letting you think that I was the Marquis of Evans. He often reproaches me for it, but I'm a 'show-off' type and I like to pretend to be him, even if it's just for a moment... Go on, stand up, I'll leave you to your Master... Oh, a word of advice... You will only speak if you are asked questions and you must always keep your head down unless you are asked to raise your head, come on, follow me, he said, helping her up and starting to pull on the leash.
Hands tied behind her back, naked, on a leash, Fanny was forced to follow. Her face showed disappointment at first, because her excitement had risen very high and this bad joke had really cooled her impulses. And it must be admitted that she had not at all appreciated this David's joke. But two things were starting to excite her again: This collar and this leash were not going to displease her because she had always dreamed of it but also the fact that the Marquis's companion was taking her to his Master. At least, she hoped so because she doubted for a few seconds that it was yet another joke from this "ham" David. But he had guessed Fanny's thoughts and he wanted to reassure her as if he wanted to apologize again for his identity theft:
Don't worry, my dear, you'll see your Master in a few minutes. He's in the main hall of the casino, located on the right wing of the castle. We'll have to cross several corridors to get there. If by chance we come across people, don't blush, here, you know, people are used to seeing females led on leashes, like males, he said mockingly.
Walking through the castle allowed Fanny to appreciate the beauty of the place and the impressive spaces. Each corridor she crossed was 5 or 6 meters high, with sculpted moldings and enormous chandeliers flanking each side of the walls. As she had already noticed upon arriving, everywhere she went, she discovered this same splendor. This residence was a true jewel of multiple riches, almost to excess. Architectural, cultural, and artistic riches, from antique furniture to draperies, paintings, and chandeliers. Everything was thoughtfully arranged and created the strong feeling that one was at Versailles under the Grand Louis Soleil, so abundant were these riches in the endlessly long spaces. All the floors were cushioned by the immense, thick carpet, giving the corridors the feeling of being rooms in their own right. Even the ceilings of the corridors were adorned with paintings and frescoes in a multitude of colors. Fanny was very impressed by such lavish displays, and it almost made her dizzy.
Twice, David and Fanny encountered slaves also led on leashes by sturdy, bare-chested black men with generous muscles. Only a loincloth hid their genitals. The first time, there was a naked and chained couple, a male caged and moving alongside him, a female with a chastity cage worthy of those from the time of the Crusades. He walked with his head down, whip marks covered their bodies while the black man in front pulled the two leashes with pride, his head held high. The second time, behind another black man, there were, in single file, all roped up in a row, half a dozen slaves who also moved without a single word. Fanny felt this docility, this degradation brought out by this scene that one would have thought came straight out of a peplum, to see them walking like that. They all wore collars with the Evans crest. Then she looked more closely at her collar, which she had carelessly overlooked, only to see that hers too was marked with the Evans effigy.
After endless twists and turns through corridors, David finally stopped in front of a huge double door made of varnished solid oak with period carved moldings. Soft chamber music was reaching Fanny's ears, probably Bach, when the Marquis's companion said to him:
I'll open it and leave you alone. Don't worry, everything is planned! Behind this door, two females are waiting to take you to your Master. You're sure to see things
that you've never seen before, he said with a sneer and left after banging his fist on the door.
The door opened slowly, as if by magic. And what Fanny saw was beyond what she had imagined. A vast room with equally luxurious decorations.
To her left, a huge, solid, varnished bar, like those found in high-end nightclubs. This bar, spanning the entire width of the room, about fifteen meters long, was magnificently decorated. On the wall behind it, mirrors ran the entire length, and all the drinks were generously stocked and displayed, just like in bistros. There were waitresses, or more precisely, female slaves, who served their Mistresses and Masters naked. The latter were either leaning on the bar or sitting on high chairs. But what struck Fanny was that every "customer" in this bar had a slave on a leash, who waited obediently, naked and on all fours, leashed, while their Master drank at the bar. Some slaves had a small bowl full of water, as if dogs had been given something to drink, right on the carpet that covered the entire room. There was even a female sucking off a Master while he chatted with a Mistress leaning on the bar.
And the latter, nibbling olives, amused herself in the conversation by scratching the back of the kneeling female busy sucking. As for the Master, He didn't even notice that we were giving him a blowjob.
To the right of the room, a huge space dedicated to the casino, where long tables were arranged and occupied by Masters and Mistresses playing roulette. The croupier, also a tall, naked black man, turned the roulette wheel and collected the lost bets using his "squeegee stick" on the green cloth. Under this large table, Fanny also saw 2 or 3 kneeling slaves licking or sucking whatever came into their mouths. Thus, roulette enthusiasts could relieve themselves while enjoying the pleasure of this casino that no one would have suspected existed in this castle.
In the center was a dance floor where Mistresses and Masters danced quietly, each embracing a naked slave to the calm rhythm of Bach. What Fanny noticed, and what seemed very strange to her, was that each dancer wore a mask.
Fanny's observations were abruptly interrupted by the two women before them. Perfumed, made- up, naked, tall, with figures worthy of the greatest models, they were extremely beautiful. There was a brunette and a blonde. With generous breasts, they had a ring-shaped buckle on each of their nipples and the lips of their genitals were also ringed. Their collar was the only thing that covered them. And so it was in this nudity that, smiling at Fanny, they delicately took her by the arms, without a word, to invite her to follow them. Fanny noticed that neither of them had grabbed the leash, certainly they had no right to.
The trio crossed the dance floor and no one even made a point of looking at them, as if Fanny's arrival had gone completely unnoticed. What Fanny hadn't noticed in her first observation was the high throne flanked just behind the casino area and from where one could oversee the entire place from up there. It was in this direction that Fanny was taken. She then (and finally) saw her Master whom she recognized immediately. It was his face identical to the photo she had of him, no doubt, she no longer doubted this time that it wasn't a possible trick of David's.
She then noticed that at the foot of the throne on each side were stationed two women reduced to the state of pets who stood obediently and motionless at her feet on all fours. They were chained to the bottom of the half-dozen steps of the staircase that led to the high seat on which the Marquis of Evans sat like a monarch. From there, he oversaw the entire vast casino hall.
The Master of the house was richly dressed, in a black suit of refined fabric, he watched majestically as Fanny approached. His face frozen, the Marquis of Evans expressed no joy at the submissive's arrival. And what struck Fanny most were the Marquis's eyes with their dominating gaze. A look that Fanny could never forget from now on. A fixed gaze with blue eyes shining with a pure brilliance. This simple look almost made Fanny fall from emotion, her wobbly legs no longer held her up. It was the two females who supported her to complete the last few meters.
And so it was that Fanny found herself very impressed at the foot of the throne. The two dogs attached to it paid no attention to Fanny's presence; they remained completely impassive. Fanny lowered her head more by instinct than by obligation when she heard the Master's voice say to her:
Look at me, little female dog. I see you followed my instructions to the letter. This is your world now, raise your head and look around you and discover your new universe... Yes, look and relax, the Marquis told him, no one here will eat you...
Good... hello... Maî... Master stammered…, Fanny, too impressed to answer, as the emotion was choking her as much as finding herself in front of the one for whom she had made this long journey.
She then began to look at everything she had already furtively observed, the roulette players, some of whom expressed pleasure on their faces, they must at that moment be ejaculating in mouths under the table, the dancers, who moreover on the dance floor, some were sodomizing some slaves exposed in doggy style. The bar where drinks flowed freely by waitresses who had their breasts groped by perverted customers. And finally her gaze turned towards the two female dogs at the foot of the throne. What the Noble noticed:
…I present to you two of my most faithful females, Jeanne and Christelle… They have the great honor of having become my pets… But I have planned a little show for your arrival… So kneel between my two females, yes here at my feet and look… And the Master clapped his hands loudly, and at that moment, everyone stopped their activity to look, to turn in the direction of the Marquis. The music also stopped, and for a few seconds a total silence filled the place, which impressed Fanny even more, especially when she noticed that everyone was looking at her in this almost disturbing silence...