The absolute silence that had suddenly fallen, which quickly made Fanny understand the Master of the house's absolute authority over the guests as well as the slaves, was broken by the Marquis's voice, addressing the assembly with clarity and strength:
"My friends… My friends… I present to you my latest acquisition, my little dog Fanny… I'll have my work cut out for me, of course, training her, but I'll take care of it… For now, let each and every one of you collect your slave(s). Keep them close and on a leash, and if you'd like, I propose, as we agreed, that we improvise a dog parade. If you'd be so kind as to stand at the back of the room… Walter will announce you as you go and take photos of each of you. Thank you, dear friends, for your participation…"
A copious and enthusiastic round of applause followed the Marquis's words. Fanny could see the remarkable organization of the Mistresses and Masters present, who, with a snap of their fingers for some, a whistle for others, brought the slaves back to their feet, those who were scattered having been mostly loaned out. All the male slaves wore chastity cages. Then they all gathered at the back of the room in single file, in an order that seemed to have already been established. Following a nod from a Mistress at the head of the line, a theatrical voice was heard to announce:
"- The Duchess of Vermont and her dog Edgar"
At these words, the Duchess haughtily raised her head, shook the leash, and the slave Edgar began to advance on all fours. Once on the dance floor, the pair circled it to the applause of everyone. Then the Duchess proudly approached the far end of the floor, facing the throne, to stop her 'slave-dog'. She made him lower his head and elbows to the ground, spread his legs, and raise his buttocks in a doggy-style position. The noblewoman placed a foot on her slave's back and greeted the Marquis of Evans with a respectful nod. He returned the courtesy in kind, again applauding. Then the Duchess shook the leash once more, and her dog turned around to a general ovation. The procession continued in the same manner for everyone, with the introductions announced each time by Walter:
Monsieur le Vicomte de la Verdière and his two dogs Olga and Anita… Madame la Marquise de Berlenac and her pair of dogs, Hermont and Tania Madame la Baronne du Plantier and her black dog Doudou (a robust and muscular black slave) Marshal Dumart and his quartet of muzzled dogs…
Etc… etc… The parade lasted about half an hour, and Fanny was mesmerized by the extreme degradation of these slaves who had meekly passed one after another before her eyes. She then understood what awaited her, and she was overcome by two feelings.
Powerfully strange feelings mingled: At the same time, she was frightened and told herself that she could not become like that, and at the same time it excited her strongly because she felt her lower belly wet and these sensations clashed in her mind.
When the parade was over and following a wave from the Marquis of Evans, all the Masters and slaves gathered on the dance floor for a group souvenir photo.
The Marquis then rose from his throne, pulled on the chains, and the two dogs, Jeanne and Christelle, stood silently, ready to advance on all fours. He looked at Fanny and, before beginning to descend the steps from the throne, he said to her calmly but authoritatively:
"I want you in the picture, so I'm going to take the end of your leash and you'll walk alongside my two dogs, on all fours too. And I don't want to hear a peep out of you. Come on, little dog, move along."
So, fearful Fanny could only obey, and for the first time in her life, she truly felt her true nature. The quartet—the Master of the house and the three females on leashes—arrived on the dance floor, the only place not equipped with thick, soft carpets, but rather with a hard, light-varnished parquet floor, harder under the slaves' knees. Each Mistress and Master placed a foot on the back of a dog and proudly raised their heads to look at Walter, who took several photos. Like a good photographer, he politely asked a Mistress to move further to the right, or a slave to lower their head more, a distracted Master to look at the lens… and so on… all for the sake of better photographic results.
Fanny, who like her peers had to lower her head, felt a hand caress her buttocks. She almost instinctively turned around when the Marquis tugged on the leash, signaling to the submissive woman not to move. She realized that the Nobleman, leaning slightly to one side, was viciously running his hand over her buttocks. She also noticed that her Master was alternating this gesture with Jeanne and Christelle. The latter two didn't flinch and remained impassive, as if used to this sort of thing.
When Walter finished taking the photos, he signaled to the Marquis, who then spoke again:
"Thank you all. And now everyone to the buffet. Eat and drink as much as you like, my friends, a cocktail reception awaits you!"
He clapped his hands again, and the Marquis's female waitresses, who had been waiting patiently behind the long bar, placed numerous exquisite dishes, which a high-society caterer had previously prepared and delivered, along the entire length of the counter. A murmur of general satisfaction arose, and everyone made their way to the buffet. The Duchess of Vermont, leading her dog Edgart, approached the Marquis of Evans and said to him:
"My dear Edouard, what a beautiful dog you have there! I would be delighted if you would lend her to me sometime, as I am certain she doesn't know the proper training of a Mistress..."
"My dear Antoinette, I've already thought of that, and rest assured that in her upbringing, I've fully planned for Fanny to fall into your hands. I know your methods, and I have no doubt they will be very useful in helping me shape her," said the Nobleman, looking perversely at the little dog who dared not raise her eyes and kept her head down, while the dog Edgart sniffed Fanny's rump.
"Thank you, my friend… Oh, but look at that," said the Duchess, who had noticed her slave's antics. "My Edgart, who was apparently in heat, your little female dog is having quite an effect on him. Ha ha ha! If you want to mate your female dog, now's the time," she said jokingly.
"And why not!" replied the Marquis quite seriously. "Offering him to a slave as muscular as yours would be a good start to his education."
They were the only ones left on the dance floor; everyone else had gone to the bar. The Duchess took a key and a condom from the pocket of her beautiful satin dress.
"- All I have to do is take off his chastity cage and put this condom on him. He hasn't ejaculated in 15 days and his balls must be getting full. This will empty him out! Ha ha ha!"
"No," thought Fanny, "my Master can't do this to me, it's impossible!" She raised her head in protest when she saw the Marquis's inquisitive eyes. She dared not say a word, but with her sorrowful gaze she begged her Master. He bent his knees, took her chin between his fingers, and looked her straight in the eyes.
"I'm going to be very clear, little female dog. Now's the time to decide. I'm not going to force you to let that dog Edgart fuck you. So either you agree, or you leave this room and this castle. Walter will give you back your clothes, take off your collar and leash. He'll take you back to the station, put you on the first train, and you'll go home. And that's the end of it..."
Now listen carefully, I'm going to offer the Duchess a snack. That gives you a few minutes to think it over… If you decide to leave, all you have to do is get up, stand up, and within a minute Walter will bring you back without any trouble, and you'll never hear of the Marquis of Evans again. If you decide to stay, all you have to do is stand here in the middle of this dance floor in a doggy-style position, legs spread, ready and offered…
Think carefully and do what you decide…"
And the Marquis turned on his heel without another word, inviting the Duchess to approach the buffet. Fanny, now alone on the dance floor, kneeling on the parquet, burst into sobs, curled up with her head in her knees, her hands on her cheeks, hot tears wet her delicate and beautiful face.
Antoinette, I know you enjoy my 1957 Champagne with a touch of my finest caviar. This caviar is a true gem; I have it specially imported from the best producer in Russia. Come and savor it; you won't regret it!
After a few minutes during which no one paid any attention to Fanny, a cry of profound emotional pain was heard, and everyone turned toward her in the center of the room. Fanny was bursting with grief, hence the uncontrollable scream. But what everyone noticed was that she was standing with her head bowed, weeping even harder. The only words coming out of her mouth were:
"- I can't...I can't..."
The Marquis reacted quickly, and with eyes full of contained and uncompromising anger, he addressed Walter, barely glancing at the poor young woman:
"Walter, take the Rolls and bring that little fantasizer back to the station right now. She has no business being here anymore. Put her on the train and don't let me hear another word from her."
Then the Marquis turned his back on her disdainfully, resuming his conversation with the Duchess as if nothing had happened. A general murmur of discontent from the crowd followed this scene. The comments were flowing freely.
Walter approached Fanny energetically. Grabbing her by the arm, he quickly led her into the adjoining room, a room where everything had been prepared for this situation, as all of Fanny's belongings were placed on a chair.
"Get dressed and don't dawdle," Walter said coldly, removing her necklace and checking his watch. "There's a train in 45 minutes, the station is 10 kilometers away, by the time I get your ticket at the counter, we don't have time to waste."
It took Fanny a few minutes to get dressed as she had arrived, and with red eyes, she followed Walter toward the Rolls. She was still crying when Walter helped her into the car and drove off toward the castle gates, taking the departmental road that led to the train station. Sitting in the front next to Walter, she spoke to him in despair. She needed to unburden herself, to talk about her sudden paralysis, her refusal to stay, the decision she had made in the heat of the moment, and, more surprisingly, her regret. Yes, she now regretted her decision. And it was while wiping away her tears, in an anguished tone, that she expressed her plea:
"- I couldn't... no... I... I wanted it to be the Marquis who... who... who made love to me first... not someone else... no... not someone else first... After that, I would have accepted all his demands... with anyone... yes, I would have been a good, submissive female dog... I'm sure of it... but the only thing I wanted... It was him first... I believed it too much in the virtual world... I came here so that it would be him first..."
And her tears intensified, so powerful was her grief.
Without mincing words, Walter told him:
"- The Marquis never forced anyone. But once a decision is made, it is made."
"Please, Mr. Walter, call him… Tell him I simply wanted him to go first; I'm sure he'll understand… I confess that before leaving this room, I didn't have the courage to tell him in front of all these people… Please call him… I want him to know I'm ready to come back if he agrees to let him go first…"
That's all I ask... Please..., she said, pleading with the servant.
"- No, too late, we should have decided when the time was right… We don't go back on the Marquis's orders."
"- I… I would do whatever you want, but he needs to know that all the love I feel is for him first… and that afterwards… I will accept anything from him, out of love for him…"
"Would you do anything I wanted if I called her?" Walter said, almost seduced by Fanny's words. "Really, are you aware of what you just told me?"
"- Yes, Mr. Walter, I'm simply asking you to please call him… it's All …"
Walter, who, as those at the castle know, is utterly perverse and, despite his complete devotion to his Marquis, never misses an opportunity to take advantage of a submissive man or woman. He looked greedily at the weeping young woman and said viciously to her:
"- If you absolutely insist that Monsieur le Marquis be the first to fuck your little whore's pussy or your slutty little ass… Maybe it would be different for your mouth? Give me a blowjob, right here now while I'm driving, and I'll call my boss right away, you little bitch…"
Fanny's face turned pale, so stunned was she by the butler's audacity. Taking advantage of the young woman's distress to get her to perform oral sex on him—she couldn't believe it. She was speechless. Then, after a few minutes of intense mental turmoil, she weighed the pros and cons. Her face fixed, her eyes wide open, staring at the road she wasn't even looking at, she made up her mind suddenly. Without a word in response, she leaned down by the steering wheel and reached for the driver's fly. Still silent, she unbuttoned it, and with one hand inside his briefs, she pulled out Walter's limp penis, took it in her mouth, and began her work of tongue and sucking...
"You're all the same," Walter said ironically, "all sluts... Suck me good... Yes, that's it... Keep going... I'm warning you, it's not going to be easy..." In principle, the Marquis never goes back on a decision… But well, my word is my bond, he said, taking his cell phone out of his breast pocket and dialing his boss's number… Hello… Mr. Marquis… Yes, it's Walter… No, not yet… there's fog and I'm driving slowly… That's what's happening…
And he explained the situation to her in a few words.
"No means no," replied the Nobleman. "She had a choice, she didn't seize her opportunity. Too late." And the phone cut out abruptly.
"- It's a no… I warned you, that Monsieur le Marquis very rarely goes back on his decision."
Hearing these words, Fanny wanted to raise her head to stop the blowjob she had been diligently performing, believing it would be the key to her return to the castle. But Walter wouldn't hear of it; he had done what the young woman had begged him to do, and she had to finish her oral work. So he pressed down firmly on Fanny's head, forcing her to swallow the now-erect penis, risking choking.
"I did what you asked, now you have to make me cum and swallow everything, understand, bitch!" he said.
This didn't take long, as Fanny, having no choice, quickly understood that the faster he ejaculated, the sooner the servant would leave her alone. So, despite her great sadness, she applied herself to pumping, sucking, and licking in increasingly intense oral movements. And it was by abundant jets of sperm that Walter ejaculates into the mouth of the young woman who is forced to swallow the semen.
Rising in her comfortable seat, Fanny wiped her face with a tissue that Walter handed her without a word. The rest of the journey passed in absolute silence. Upon arriving at the station, Fanny waited with a heavy heart, seated in the entrance hall, while Walter bought the ticket at the ticket window. A few minutes later, the station's announcement of the train's arrival came over the loudspeaker. The butler escorted the young woman onto the platform as the train emerged from the fog and pulled into position. The doors opened.
Fanny, devastated, was climbing the few steps to the front carriage when suddenly Walter's cell phone rang. He answered it. Fanny, standing at the carriage door and obstructing the other passengers, stopped dead in her tracks, as if paralyzed by the sudden and unexpected call.
She couldn't hear who was speaking. Was it the Marquis? No, impossible. So, after a few seconds, without any illusions and realizing she was in a bad spot, she entered the carriage. Sitting sadly behind the window, she watched Walter on the platform. When he waved her back while hanging up his cell phone, that was all it took. In a flash, she pushed past people and barely had time to get off before the doors closed and the train started moving.
She immediately understood the meaning of the servant's gesture, who said it to her while smiling (smiling was rare in Walter)
"Well, you're in luck, something exceptional has just happened, something truly rare, I should say. The Marquis has thought it over and asked me to take you back to the castle, to put you in the suspended, bondage-bound S&M room on the swing with armrests. You'll have to wait for him there, and he assures you he'll come alone to attend to you. So he'll be the first one there, and he's granted your request… I can't believe he changed his mind. In ten years of serving him, this has never happened before. Come on, let's go back to the castle."
So overcome with emotion, Fanny couldn't answer right away, her heart pounding in her chest. She would have loved to kiss the whole world at that moment. And instinctively, she leaped onto Walter to kiss him on the cheek, unable to contain her joy at this turn of events…