It was late evening when I heard the knock at my door. Before I could rise from my seat, two guards had entered the room, two maids behind them. The women politely avoided my eye. 'Your presence has been requested tonight,' spoke the first guard, offering his hand as I stood. Smoothing my gown, I nodded. This was the reason I was here, but now that my first night was imminent, fear was seeping in.

In the flickering candle light, the journey seemed a never-ending labyrinth of courtyards and corridors; at one point, I could hear the muffled rumble of the hall where I had eaten and danced only an hour previously, and wondered how these passages could exist, unknown, only feet from the busiest rooms in the palace. A few feet, but worlds away.

Two armed men stood before a heavy, wooden door; as we approached, they stood aside. Beyond the door was a small room, off which led another door. This room was much, much plainer than I expected, and with only a few pieces of furniture. A fire burned beneath a great mantle on one wall, casting darts of orange light across the stone floor.

'It is important that you do not disappoint. You will be prepared before you are permitted past this anteroom.'

They led me to a spot in the centre of the small room. I glanced at the long table which spanned the far wall, trying to see, in the dim light, what was contained by the boxes and bottles that filled it, before a warning glance told me to turn away.

The maids unfastened my dress. I waited for the guards to leave, feeling my cheeks flush pink as my clothes grew less. Now the women were removing my underclothing, in a few moments I would be unable to hide an inch of myself from them. As they pulled at the last garments, shame flooded over me. Instinct took over as I backed away, grasping for some way to protect myself from prying eyes. Finding nothing, I grew more frantic, seeking some way to escape. Before I could make sense of a plan, or collect my dignity, I found myself pinned to the wall.

'Here you will stay, until you are made ready. At which point, you will be sent to the bedroom. When he is finished with you, you may go.'

My hands were bound with a length of silk as I was dragged back to the middle of the room, and tied to something on the ceiling above me.

And now it seemed I would discover what lay on the table. Ice cold water splashed my breasts. Another splash, and another. With each shock of water, my nipples stood harder from the stinging chill. Another hand started to douse water on my abdomen, where it seeped lower in narrow streams. The trickle teased my lips, blood now rushing to my breasts and between my legs. With my wrists high above my head, I could think of nothing but how I would rub my fingers up and down my slit, relieving the pressure.

I closed my eyes as the teasing became intense, passing to either side of my swelling clit. Then the splashes stopped. In the cool air of night, a cold ache struck my damp skin and my mind returned to reality. Was it obvious what I had been thinking, was I supposed to enjoy this humiliation?

One of the guards opened a jewelled box to the maids, indicating them to use its contents. Catching sight of what lay within, I suppessed a gasp, knowing this would only make my treatment harsher. Within the box lay several small items, each attached to a length of ribbon. I breathed deeply, feeling the hands that held them reach for my breasts and between my legs.

Their grip was vicious on my hard, swollen nipples, but not so sharp as the squeezing of my throbbing clit. My body tensed, thighs tightening in a helpless attempt to relieve the pain. I writhed, trying to dislodge them, as the combination of swelling and pinching grew too great to bear.

'How many times must you be told?'

With surprise, I felt the ties around my wrists being loosened. But I should have known I was not freed. A pair of hands tugged at each leg, pulling my thigs wide – I resisted. A searing pain shot through me, and was brought to submission as I discovered the purpose of the ribbons now fixed to my clit and nipples. The grip on my clit tightened, and I cried out as it squeezed harder in response to a tug of the ribbon.

My legs spread wide in the hands of the guards, and as my hands fell free, a sharp pull to my nipples forced my body forwards. The ribbons pulled me downwards; I rested my hands on the floor in front of me and tried to bring my knees down to kneel. Another pull on my clit forced my arse back upwards.

I trembled as my cheeks were parted, and the chill splash of water struck my slit and arse. A hand rested on each side, kneading my cheeks and the top of my thighs. Each outward motion shot a pang through my constricted clit.

In spite of my embarrassment and fear, my hips relaxed and opened wider. The hands worked further and further in, now rubbing at the edge of my lips, now massaging my slit. Now two index and two middle fingers stroked the length of my slit and without warning pushed in. I gasped.

My pussy stretched tightly around the four fingers now rubbing inside me. They stroked deeper and deeper, increasing my wetness with each push. I could not hide my pleasure, in spite of the ache of how they stretched me, and rocked back into their touch.

Another pair of hands now kneaded my cheeks. As I rocked, these hands pushed closer to my arse, brushing across the hole. The teasing continued as the massage of my pussy made me desperate for satisfaction and oblivious to the details. Slipping the juices from my clit to my arse, a light touch circles my hole before pushing inside. This finger found a rhythm with the others, sliding in and out.

I wanted to be shocked, but was so close I no longer cared. The many touches were so insistent and delicious. I started to pant, begging them not to stop.

The second the words left my mouth, the hands were removed. My most private area was held aloft, dripping with my own wetness. Silence filled the room.

With a sharp downwards pull on the ribbon, the pain to my engorged clit brought my knees to the ground. I fought a cry of pain as my clit and nipples were released, and began to throb intensely.

'You must remember that you are not here for your own pleasure. But I think you will do; you may proceed now. Get dressed.'