A knight

You'd sworn your sword and oaths to the kingdom and crown. To obey, serve, and protect. To guard against all foes who would do the realm harm. A good oath, befitting of your station and clear in your duties.

Truthfully, though, you'd have preferred a more lusty sort of oath. Perhaps something like to submit to all orders, accept all pussies and cocks, and provide all pleasures? You do your best to keep your focus on the duties you have been given, but you cannot help but regularly allow your thoughts to drift to those fantasies. Sometimes your lord orders you to your knees, to service him and his other retainers. Other times some enemy - monsters, an enemy realm, whatever catches your face at the moment really - captures you and defiles you. Still other times a rebellious group of peasants takes their frustrations out upon you. Whatever the specifics, the common theme remains - you are rendered little more than a helpless tool, and you love it.

But for now, you are just a knight. An you've just received a new assignment.