I do it for me, every day.  I start my day with a nice hot bubble bath.  I detest showers (may be a Psycho thing), unless someone fun is with me.  So I had just settled in and leaned back to just soak for a few minutes . . .

You tap softly on the door.  “Shhh. Don’t make a sound. We don’t have much time, because you have to get to work.”  You strip off your shirt, and reach for the soap and a bath cloth.  And you proceed to bathe me as if I were a precious object, handling me very gently.  When you finish and rinse the soap off my tingling body, you start to stroke and pet me. Continue reading