Your name is Anon. You are the son of a lesser noble who has been sent to the manor of the Duchess your family serves to negotiate a number of terms related to your family's holdings. As you leave, your father warns you of The Duchess' wiles, but you dismiss his warnings as him being overprotective.
Soon, you arrive and are shown to your rooms. One thing you notice as you go through her manor is that the footmen are women. The entire staff seems to be female, in fact.
As you settle in to your room, there is a polite knock at the door and a young girl dressed as a maid comes in. She has dark hair pulled back in a bun and a small, round face. She carries a roll of cloth under one arm.
"Good evening, my lord," she says in a friendly tone. "You must be tired from your journey."
"I am," you say with a sigh.
"My name is Erika. My lady has instructed me to come give you some refreshment," she says, laying the roll of cloth on the bed.
Erika flashes you a lustful, predatory smile that betrays a knowledge much greater than her apparent age might otherwise confer. As she unrolls the cloth, you see an array of toys and implements unfurled before you. Erika's hands hover each in turn, before she finally smiles and picks up a sounding rod. She turns to you.
"I've been instructed," Erika says. "To drain you dry, that you may engage in negotiations with my lady with a clear mind."
"I don't know-" you begin, before she cuts you off.
"My lady made it clear that if even a drop of seed is left inside you, that I will have failed. And I have no intention of failing my lady."
Erika places a small hand on your crotch, rubbing your hardening member through your pants.