Allow Krandt to undress you

"Oh, why not?" you say, raising your arms and letting the woman peel off your shirt. "I should probably enjoy all this fuss while I can, right?"

"Are you going somewhere, Sir?" Krandt asks, regarding your sweaty shirt like some dead thing she picked up off the road. After a moment, she drops it in a heap in the corner of the room.

"Back to my farm, I hope," you say. "I'm missing the harvest, but father will need help with the spring planting. Do you think I'll be allowed to go home by then?"

"I'm not certain, Your Majesty," she says, kneeling to remove your boots. "Steward Maizer will be able to advise you better than I." She tosses your boots into the pile with your shirt, then stands and reaches for the buttons on your trousers. You draw a sharp breath, but manage not to pull away. She is your handmaid--this is her job. You let her unbutton her trousers, noting the blush that blossoms on her cheeks as your pants slide down your legs, revealing your cock.

"I'm sorry," you say, covering yourself with your hands. "Did the Steward not tell you what to expect?"

"He did," Krandt said, fanning herself. "I just didn't expect it to be that...big, Your Majesty." She bends down and picks up your trousers, holding them at arm's length as he deposits them in the corner with the rest of your clothes. "I will have these disposed of."

"What am I supposed to wear?" you ask. You know what your duty is, but they can't expect you to run around naked the whole time.

"New clothes have been provided for you," Krandt says. "The wardrobe is full of them, and if you prefer something else, the royal tailors can make you anything you desire in just a few hours."

Naked, you sit upon a velvet-covered bench in front of the dressing table, keeping your legs together and your hands in your lap. You hope your wet slit doesn't leave a mark on the dark purple velvet. Standing over you, Krandt rolls her sleeves up above her elbows and dips the soft cloth in the water. She tilts your head back and begins gently washing your face. Yes, you could definitely get used to this. She washes your neck and shoulders, rinsing the cloth whenever it starts to get cold, then works her way down your chest and stomach.

You suddenly realize that she intends to wash every part of you, and your cock begins to harden.