"Tell the chamber guard i've asked for him." Damayanti muttered through the intricately woven ghunghat. Her maid gave a quizzical look but obeyed the order nonetheless. Damayanti listened the sounds of maid's retreating feet and the golden anklets making most sweet of ting lings.
Damayanti was queen of queens. She was the most respected queen of Mandangargh - a forest kingdom in western India. King Nala was a powerful monarch who ruled the lands ruthlessly. This made Damayanti a spoiled queen who could get whatever she wished for - quite literally.
And this afternoon, Damayanti was craving for a special wake up call. The day was hot and humid. Hardly any moment passed by without sweating. Skies were dullish grey with clouds threatening a strike- but no respite had come for last week or so. As a result, this period of pre-monsoon humidity was increasingly getting more and more humid each day.
Damayanti had her special chamber secluded from the direct eyes of sun. The curtains were daily sprinkled with scented flowers and the walls had been made specially from hollowed wood to keep the air flowing. While all this had made the heat bearable, Damayanti was feeling the sultriness of air through her garments. She tried not to think too much of the humidity but the effort failed miserably. The heavy atmosphere was making her horny and she knew it.
"Guard!", Damayanti suddenly exclaimed through the Ghunghat. More steps rustled and she could hear the approaching footsteps of the guard on duty.
"Silence. No disturbance." Damayanti shouted and the chamber was empty except for the queen and the guard standing in front of her bed. The door was bolted from the outside.
Damayanti was ready for the tease.
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"Take off your dhoti". Damayanti ordered the guard. Without displaying his surprise, he followed the order. As he started removing his dhoti, Damayanti breathed heavy with expectations. Each chamber guard was a tenaciously chosen young male made up of pure muscle and strength.
The guard was now standing tall baring everything but a very small cotton undergarment (langot). Watching his sculpted abs and chiseled chest, a pang of lust broke through Damayanti's body. She could no longer control herself. With a quivering hand she removed the purdah from her bed and gazed at the guard.
There was nothing separating the two.
The guard was looking down at the floor, as the protocol demanded. Damayanti had to do something if she was to get a response.
"Look at me." She demanded. The guard looked up and stared at the queen with a blank face. Now was the time to being the game.