"I don't understand what just happened."

You confess awkwardly.

The women study your naked form, smirking, and the devil-eyed woman comments "Oh to be young again."

Your mother speaks next. "Poor sweet thing, your noble heart is only just blossoming. What you just experienced is just a tip of the iceberg of what you will soon be feeling, just like the rest of us. Now that you've turned 18, your body and mind are opening up to the wonders of adult life, and specifically, an honorable devotion to serving cock."

"Honorable?!" You spit, barely able to believe what you're hearing.

"Yes dear, it's what separates us from lesser born women. What happened to you today was just the start of an unstoppable process that's happening inside your soul. What you found today is that when you see a man's most delightful organ, you immediately become completely devoted to him, willing to do whatever he says. That's the way it should be. We are made to serve men, and they are made to love us and use us. Since you've only been 18 for one day, you have yet to feel the yearning and pleasure that comes with the obedience, but trust me, it will be along very shortly."

Two things become instantly clear - firstly, these women believe that you, like them, are unable to refuse a command given to you by a man. Perhaps it has to be a naked man? Well, in any case, it's not true for you. You are perfectly able to say no to things you don't feel comfortable with. But because you stripped naked, and because the others were much too busy with their own sexual hysteria, none of them noticed that you weren't obeying the other commands being shouted at you.

Secondly, you finally understand why what just happened, happened. Essentially, these women are mega-perverts, turned on by the mere thought of cock or cum. Furthermore, they are completely incapable of self-control, and as you saw, would more than happily have given themselves over to the throng of commoners if they were able. That's why they had to chain themselves to the podium in a way that they couldn't unbind themselves. That way, they could enjoy the sordid spectacle, without actually sullying themselves with inferior seed, and risking injury, and perhaps even ****.

"I... I see." You say as neutrally as possible to the three noblewomen.

"I knew this would be a fun way to introduce you to your new self." Your mother chirps happily.