Nothing beats bubble bath night. It's so calming and so relaxing. It makes you feel like you are a goddess. You feel special, successful and deserving. You've earned this luxurious bath time. You start to think who you could be with this vigor. Maybe a queen, the first lady, or a woman of great desire. You could be anyone.
The lights are dim, the candles illuminate the bathroom, and you've grabbed your bottle of wine. You get into the tub and sink down in. Resting your head back, the bubbles settle around your neck. You close your eyes. You smell the candles burning, scented of lavender and vanilla. Taking a drink of your wine, you start to fantasize who you want to be tonight.
This time you're a queen. A ruler in the 1400's with castles and moats. You find yourself in your chambers, sitting in front of a fire place made of cobble stone. There's no fire yet, but there will be soon. It's cold in your room.
You hear water splashing into a tub across the room. Handmaidens are getting your bath ready. One of them had helped you out of your dress and corset earlier. So, you are in your under garments. Chills come over you and you feel small sparks in your nipples as they get hard from the cold. You wonder if your nipples could be seen through your blouse, so you look down and find that they are visible, protruding out into the cloth.
As you're admiring yourself, male servants enter the room. They are delivering wood for your fire place. Your posture changes and you pull a blanket over your chest. Both you and one of the men have caught each other admiring your hard nipples. His eyes looked at you and then down slightly before looking back to where he was placing the fire wood. Was he grinning? Intrigued how the cold brings out the contour of women's bodies? Suddenly, you don't feel as cold thinking of him.
One of the handmaidens is walking toward you, letting you know that your bath is ready. She asks the men to start the fire and be dismissed. You get up to walk toward your tub, catching one last glimpse of the beautiful, rugged man. You hope he does the same to you as your back becomes his view, leaving the living room.
The handmaiden helps you undress and get into the tub. Chills run up your body from the heat. You feel them up your back, and tiny shocks hit your nipples when you notice they are hard again. Taking your time, you submerge your body into the tub. The handmaiden grabs your hair brush and some towels and places them behind you. She has to get new towels though, so she dismisses herself to go get some; but not without handing you your cup of wine first.
Sitting in the tub, you take a drink of wine and lay your head back. Looking at the ceiling, you close your eyes and start day dreaming about the rugged male servant. "He is stacking the wood and building you a fire. He is staring at you occasionally but this time you're looking back at him and neither of you are too shy to play eye tag. Both of you take turns grinning." You bend your legs up in the tub and use your free hand to feel your leg from your thigh down between your lips, brushing over the entrance to your inner muse. Two of your fingers press together, sliding up over your clit, rubbing in a pattern that feels electrifying.
Opening your eyes, you take another sip of wine. You watch the steam on the water dancing up in different spots of the tub. Your fingers start mimicking those dances. They rub down into your cunt, pressing in deep to send butterflies across to your hips. You pull them out when you see the steam lift off of the water. As the steam dissipates, your fingers loop up and around your clit and then back down into your cunt again, waiting for the next puff of steam to take off.
You notice some of the steam looks like shadows across the room. Out of paranoia, or the wine thinking, you speak up to see if anyone is there. With no response you take a drink of wine and lean your head back. Your fingers go back to doing what they do best. You hear the door open and close and assume it's your handmaiden back with the wash cloths. Finishing your cup of wine, in a scandalous voice, you call to her and let her know that it's, "a special one of those nights." You're grinning and shaking your wine cup in the air. She knows what that means and grabs your cup to refill it for you.
You hear her open the pantry in the corner of the room and returns to set down a basket beside the tub. As she steps away to fill your cup of wine, you sit up to rummage through the basket. Thinking out loud, you are asking her who you should choose tonight, even though you already know the answer. You've named your secret adult toys, Captain, Colonel, and Major. You giggle before she gets a chance to answer and say, "I choose Colonel!"
You grab him and lean back into the water as you wait for your wine. You place Colonel down in between your legs, flirting with him against your clit and then rub him down into your cunt. You insert him slowly, moaning quietly along the way, feeling him fill you up. He gets to the end of your tunnel and your legs open up naturally until they lay out against the walls of the tub. Butterflies release into your hips again. Your head leans back and your eyes are closed, still thinking of the male servant. If only he was Colonel tonight.
Your free hand reaches up to rest against the side of the tub. As it reaches up, it brushes by what feels like your wine cup. Slightly startled, you open your eyes. Looking forward all you can see is the arm and the hand holding the cup. You immediately freeze because you know that it is not your handmaiden holding your cup of wine. You recognize the veins, the muscles, the rolled up sleeve. It is your male servant! You take a deep breath and don't recall exhaling. Your heart starts to pump into your throat. You can't feel anything, you can't think, you're numb and frozen.
When your brain starts to regain consciousness, you get the courage to reach over and take the cup out of his hand. As you lean forward, the hand holding Colonel inside of you slowly pulls him out, giving you a tingling pressured sensation down below. You keep Colonel hidden under the water, but hiding him was pointless. After all, you just realized the handmaiden was the male servant this whole time. She isn't in the room at all. The male servant got your basket, refilled your wine, and has been watching you please yourself.
Before you can think of anything to say, he opens his mouth and says, "Would you like help with that?" Your chest falls into your stomach and your heart beats so fast, it feels like you're having a heart attack. Your breathing starts getting heavy and deep. Your mouth opens slightly and you barely speak out something that says, "yes."
"Yes?!" Is that what you just said? You're not sure honestly, but the male servant says nothing. He stands up to walk around to the other side of the tub, grabbing a chair along the way. You watch him, staring at his face, his expression. It looks serious but determined. You can feel how calm he is, taking deep, controlled breaths, moving around like he has done this before.
You're sitting forward with one arm under the water, holding Colonel, and the other arm holding your wine. You go to take a drink, but you end up drinking every last bit. Some of the wine even drips down the sides of your mouth. You reach your other arm up, to wipe the wine off, when you stop mid air. Your body is so numb, that you forgot you were holding Colonel in the other hand. Now he is out of the water, being held up on display, like a giant chicken leg.
The male servant lets out a short laugh and grabs Colonel from your hand. He sets him down beside the tub and starts to take his shirt off. As you are watching in shock, you feel you may be blushing. The male servants body is something carved out from marble. His torso rolling with hills of muscles. You could lick them up or even take a bite out of them. When he throws his blouse to the floor, you are frozen, staring at his torso. When he sits there still, you go to look up to him and he is grinning, appreciating your admiration of his body.
He decides to move forward with this evenings activities and reaches down for Colonel. He puts him in the water and braces him against your inner thigh. Your legs tense and you start taking deep breaths and place your hands on the side of the tub. The male servant starts sliding Colonel down your leg. You lean back and tilt your head up to the ceiling, closing your eyes in hopes to make this experience make more sense.
The male servant starts rubbing Colonel against your clit and your legs open up from relaxing. He reaches up with his other hand and places it between your breasts. Your eyes open for a moment from surprise, but quickly shut remembering that you are being shy. Your nipples get hard again. The male servant pushes Colonel into your cunt, making you take a deep breath and hear water splash out of the tub. His hand stays on your chest caressing your breasts, keeping a rhythm with Colonel. You bring your hand up to grab his wrist, hoping that he won't stop. At the reaction he pushes Colonel in deeper, making your body shift back and forth with the rhythm he created.
In and out, Colonel thrusts deep inside of you. Tingling sensations start to escape into your hips and up into your face. You let out a moan and arch your back for a deep breath. The male servant leans in, biting your nipples with his teeth. You let out an exhausting, stronger moan, digging your nails into his wrist. Your thrusting gets harder, gets faster and the male servant keeps up. The warmth turns into explosions out of your ovaries into you hips. Your back arches out hard, you're taking deep, shaky breaths and moaning as you cum. He watches you as your lower half is pulsating out with explosions, moving Colonel with the rhythm of your body.
As you start to calm down, he slowly pulls Colonel out of your cunt and releases his hand from your chest. You lay there, satisfied more than you could have made yourself.
The male servant gets up to retrieve your cup of wine. You hear him put Colonel in the basket, and put it away into the pantry. He sits down beside you to hand you your wine. You are shaking and in shock of what just happened. You shyly grab your cup and look down at the water with a grin.
You hear a knock on the door that scares the shit out of you. You jolt yourself up, splashing water all over the bathroom floor. You're looking around remembering where you are. The room is dim and you notice some of the candles are burnt out. You also don't have a wine glass in your hand. Your hear a knock at the door again and your husband walks in. He smiles at you with a slight laugh. He says hello and sees that you are enjoying your evening. You smile back and look on the ground to see that there is shattered glass on the floor, it's your wine. He walks over to you to give you a kiss. He looks down at the broken glass and says, "Would you like help with that?"