Pen was bathing her Mistress the following evening, when she began to get the feeling all was not well. The Queen did not relax as usual when Pen lathered her hair. Nor did she release those little uninhibited sighs that she usually did when she soaped and massaged her shoulders. Pen was a simple girl really, but even she knew these missing reactions signified something was off. Had Naphtalie been a friend, she would have asked what was the matter. But she wasn't. So all that was left to Pen was duty and keeping quiet.
'Would you do something for me Penny?' the Queen asked eventually.
Her servant's heart jumped. 'Yes, of course!'
'You must not disclose this to anyone. Do you promise?'
Penny started to sweat a little. 'I promise. I always keep your confidence.'
Naphtalie smiled tightly.
'Good girl. I want one of your dresses -- just to borrow. Not a pretty one. The plainest one you have. You must obey me in this. It's very important. Will you do it for me, Pen, tonight?'
The girls' brows knitted together in consternation but she agreed and went off to fulfill her secret mission, leaving the Queen to finish her bath alone.
'It's perfect. Thank you,' said Naphtalie, as Pen helped her into it later that night.
'I'm glad it suits Ma'am. I did want to bring you my best one but then I remembered what you said.'
'I am immensely pleased with it.'
Penelope struggled to hide her confusion as she curtseyed.
'Do you need anything else, your Majesty?'
'That will be all for tonight. I wish to be left undisturbed by all now, until morning. Make sure that everyone knows that.'
'Yes, my lady.'
Pen bobbed her head and left Naphtalie alone in her deeply uncustomary attire.
The material felt extremely rough compared to the silks and velvets Naphtalie normally wore against her skin. She fingered the hem and examined the quality of stitching, wondering if Pen had perhaps made it herself. Quite possibly she had, for she noticed that her maids fingers were usually ragged and workworn.
The four poster bed made for a peaceful but inappropriate haven as Naphtalie lay back and closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself, not a Queen for once but a commoner. What sort of things would she do? Perhaps there would be chickens and livestock to tend. And sewing and mending of course. Fires to be stoked. Food to be made and preserved for winter. Would she have a husband to please, come evening time, or would she flirt with the smithy's son or some other such male and submit to illicit fumblings in secluded places just for the thrill of it?
As her imagination took her on that unlikely journey, her hand strayed unconsciously to her rapidly warming vulva. She ran the tip of her index finger lightly along the outer edge. As she did so, she wondered had Pen ever misbehaved in this dress and thoughts of what that might entail, ignited her core ever further. Visions of some work hardened male pumping in and out of Pen and taking what he needed flashed through her mind. She wanted to be common and unrefined just like that tonight. Not a Queen. She wanted Gavin to take her uncouthly. Like a beast in all the acts particulars.
'Stop!' a voice commanded, ruining her fancies.
Her eyes flashed open to find the object of her desire standing right at the foot of the bed. From there Gavin must have been able to witness all. The two fingers she had stuffed inside. The wetness. Her asshole; also coated liberally in her arousal.
'I knocked but you did not answer,' he explained coolly.
Their eyes remained locked even though Gavin wanted to drink in the sight of her lying there, legs spread apart and aroused. The game they had planned, their secret, had clearly begun.
'What would you have me do, Sir?' she asked, breathlessly.
'Come over here and take off my boots,' he said, casually taking a seat by the fire.
