FICTION — CFNM — FEMDOM EROTICA
Medieval Adventures in CFNM
Or you better watch your step in the Castle of Countess D’Valence.
Aaron was a Squire. And at the age of twenty, he would soon be eligible for Knighthood. His family owned much land in the Kingdom, and he felt very little could stand in his way of becoming a Knight in the Castle of Countess D’Valence.
He was prone to pulling practical jokes, drinking to excess, and a certain cruel streak of picking on and taunting the Chambermaids and Damsels of the court. But Aaron was under the impression he could get away with anything, for he had it made by birth and was indeed entitled.
At least until this particular evening.
It was during the twelve days of Christmas celebration at the castle. Aaron had been drinking with the other Squires and bragging, as he was prone to do, about his supposed romantic conquests.
He finally sloshed off to bed.
But he soon found the Constable of the Castle, accompanied by two of his soldiers, banging on the door. A groggy Aaron looked out at them.
The Constable said, “The Countess has requested you to her chamber, Squire.”
Aaron answered, “Now?”
The Constable continued, “You are to dress in your finest court attire, but first, she has requested you to bathe.”
After doing such, Aaron was escorted to the Countess’s chambers. Two large guards stood outside the chamber door. They only slightly glanced in his direction as he was whisked in and left.
Her chambers were a magnificent combination of lantern and candlelight colors playing against long curtains of fine material. At the same time, a festive fireplace burned a golden red glow into the room.
He stood there, not knowing what he should do.
The Countess emerged from behind one of the curtains. Dressed in a flowing silk gown with chain metal adornments. Aaron could smell the lavender perfume she wore.
The Countess was indeed a beautiful woman, he thought. However, she was not as tall as he remembered, for he had only seen her in certain official situations. It occurred to him people seemed taller in those situations.
The Countess started, “You are Squire Aaron, son of William of Bentley. A fine knight, in his day, rewarded with some equally fine land.”
“Yes, Milady.”
“Let me first say this to you, Aaron. I tolerate no trifles in my court. And I expect a level of decorum equal to the majesty of this castle.”
Aaron knew he was in trouble.
She continued, “On yesterday’s Christmas procession of the Knights, I noticed your Knight’s armor and shield did not shine with the same luster as the other Knights.”
Aaron now knew he had made a foolish mistake.
“I’d ask you why, but I already know the answer. My spies tell me you traded your fine polish cloths for some homemade mead. You know, bad boys can end up with more than just coal in their stockings.”
“It was a terrible mistake, Milady. I am truly sorry.”
“And so you should be, Aaron. I heard you called those polish cloths — polish rags. Those rags, as you call them, come all the way from Persia.”
The Countess reached into a drawer and produced a pair of shears comparable to some of the Knights’ weapons.
“I need you to stand on top of the stool in the middle of the room,” she said.
Aaron didn’t have much choice. His family may have had a lot of power in this Kingdom, but this person owned the Kingdom. Aaron took his place on top of the stool.
The Countess examined his top garment. “This is some of the finest court attire for a Squire of noble birth. I’d say it was Italian-made. Your family spent well on you. It will do nicely to replace those rags, as you called them.”
And with that, she cut away his sleeves. He was tongue-tied.
“Excellent start, but we’ll need more.”
She continued to cut away at the garment. Soon Aaron was left with a midriff of sorts.
“Oh, why don’t we just take it all off. Do you agree, Aaron?”
An uneasy pause. Then, “Yes, Milady.”
And with that, she cut the rest of his top off. Leaving him bare-chested and in only his Squire’s tights or hose.
“Hmmm,” she said as she felt the material. “Excellent material in these bottoms of yours. I believe we will need them.”
She made quick work of the sides. Her shears seemed like they could cut through anything; this scared Aaron a little. Soon he was reduced to the last remnants of his tights.
“You know, Aaron. They tell me you have fun mocking certain Chambermaids. One, in particular, you like to ridicule her very short stature. We can’t all be tall, you know. And I think I need it all, Aaron. Unless you want to go shopping in Persia for me.”
She then cut away the last part of his tights. Revealing an improvised codpiece of sorts. She took the shears and traced the outline of it.
“What’s this, then? I’ve heard you lads have taken to wearing these, but I understood them to be worn outside of your tights.”
Suddenly she snipped the straps holding the codpiece in place. It fell to the floor.
Aaron stood there before the Countess, stark naked. His cock standing hard and straight up.
“Hmmm, be careful with that thing — you could manage to get one of these girls in trouble with it.”
Aaron’s cock started to withdraw. She gave it a quick slap, and it regained attention.
“I think we’re done here — you may now leave.”
“Leave? Now? With no clothes?”
“Yes, exactly. Or should I ring for the guards?”
He scurried out the chamber door.
The guards looked straight ahead at two rows of Chambermaids assembled on either side of the hall for their nightly Christmas Carol for the Countess. Each Chambermaid held a long candle, which threw light on the naked Aaron. Snickers and laughs erupted as Aaron walked this freezing hallway of shame.
The Countess opened her door to watch his final humiliation.
And when Aaron reached the end of the line of Chambermaids, he saw a certain short Chambermaid.
She did not laugh or snicker. If anything, she seemed to have a look of pity for Aaron on her face. Perhaps that’s what humiliated him the most on that night.
They say Aaron soon left the castle and found his way as a court Jester in another kingdom.
Either way, he learned, he should have watched his step in the castle of Countess D’Valence.