I had a feeling that Nigel had a few more surprises in store for me. Curious as to what he had in mind I just nodded and walked with him, both of us still naked, to what I now knew to be the bathroom door.
"What's in the other room?" I asked dreamily.
"Oh, that room?" His face brightened up. "I'll show you around later on, after dinner." He whispered, avoiding a direct answer. "I'm a little hungry now. How about you?"
He opened the door with a flourish and led me inside, not bothering to close the door behind us. The room was larger than I had expected, reminding me of where we were. Like the dining room, the bathroom was immaculately presented with a marble floor. There was a large enamel cast iron bath with claw feet as the centrepiece, standing next to an old style pedestal hand-basin. Next to that was a free standing, full length mirror, set in a carved wooden frame. The only things adorning the stark walls were even more erotic paintings, depicting virtually every type of sexual abandonment, between two or more people of both sexes. They were all in acceptable taste however, well crafted in the same renaissance style as the ones I had already seen. Captivated by the explicit physical detail, they were hard to tear my eyes from.
"The bidet is over there!" His voice was sharp and commanding.
Nigel was growing impatient. There were two toilets, without cubicles in one corner next to yet another door which caught my eye. One bowl, the bidet that Nigel mentioned, more modern in style with plumbing.
"Is the rest of this old style paraphernalia just for show?" I asked, trying to calm my excitement down.
"Everything works!" Nigel chuckled at the astonished look on my face. "Unfortunately, if you want to take a bath, you have to fill up that bucket over there, the old fashioned way." He pointed to a wash tub then turned to me with an amused smile on his face. "The servants do that sort of thing, of course, but they'll scrub your back for you too." He roared with laughter. "You might find it quite amusing later on." He hugged me. "There was no such thing as false modesty in those days, Trish. The servants were all trained to be very discrete."
"I suppose they had to be." I smiled. "Judging by the artwork."
Looking around in breathless wonder, I noted that there was no shower in the room but the whole room was meticulously laid out with towels and more modern toiletry requirements, albeit in antique containers.
It was akin to a working museum, a step into the past, apart from the two toilets themselves. I noticed that the only hot and cold running water in the entire bathroom was to be found in a single laundry tub that stood adjacent to the toilet bowls.
I ran to the bidet and squatted over it, looking for the flush lever. Nigel stood still, watching me with a curious expression on his face, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You might have to show me how this works, Master." I beckoned to him with a cheeky grin. "I've never seen one like this before."
"Does Alf call you 'T'?" He asked casually as he strolled over.
I sat bolt upright, snapping my legs together, dumbfounded. My face said it all. My blood ran cold with alarm but Nigel just laughed.
"You do know that you're competing in an internet photography competition don't you, Trish? He explained. "There's one on at this moment. Alf's disguised your face and called himself 'A' amongst the photographer's credits. I knew it was you, right from the moment you let your husband's first name slip. Don't be too angry! By the way, I believe your husband's contributions are running about third equal at the moment." He chuckled infectiously. "He called the first of them ['T' A/T home, by 'A'.] and I believe the other one was appropriately entitled as ['T' Again, 'A's Horny Little Slave Slut.]" He stood in front of me and grinned knowingly. "He made every effort to win first prize in both of your entries." He concluded, winking at me.
"What sort of photo's?" I asked, horrified, almost dreading his reply. Alf had taken a lot of really explicit ones, leaving the timer on, and I wondered just exactly what sort of competition this was.
"Do those shots worry you?" Nigel smiled reassuringly. "Most of them show you doing your housework and other fairly ordinary everyday things. In all of them you're completely naked of course. Alf managed to do some really superb photography. His body detail is excellent."
He noted my concern and expanded. "In his shots, your hair hides the features of your face." He crouched in front of me. "You love running around naked though, don't you? That comes across so clearly in Alf's photos. They're terrific, actually!" He added sincerely. "Please try being more honest with me, this time? life paintings are my passion."
"It is exciting at home, Master." I agreed. "I don't mind when I'm alone with you, either." I hastened to add. "I'll stay naked for you all night long, once you take me home to your place." I hinted, trying to inflame his imagination. "You can make love to me as often as you like and I'll do whatever kind of pose you ask."
Nigel crouched in front of me, naked himself, eyeing me over while he explained how the bidet worked. He spoke bluntly as always with me. I respected that about my admirer, as much as his lovemaking skills.
"I realise what really thrills you, a lot better than you think my little nymph." I opened my mouth to protest but his finger brushed against my lips. Nigel eased my knees apart, speaking with compassion as he did. "That's much better, Trish. There's nothing wrong with you showing your body off in an excited state. You look more attractive, that way." He looked meaningfully at my bewildered eyes. "Would you mind posing again for me after dinner, here at the restaurant. I'll just refer to you as 'T' in front of our staff, if you prefer it that way?"
I was speechless with shock, having a somewhat better idea of what it was that Nigel had in mind. He expected absolute control over where and in which way I posed for him, possibly even with Carlos watching.
"Can we talk about it first, Master." I whispered.
"You still remember your excitement when I had you display your lovely breasts for Carlos." He guided my eyes down to my moist, erect clit and smiled. "Look! You can see that much yourself." He chuckled. "Don't try to deceive an artist because your body never lies."
"You did make me feel special." I admitted in a quiet voice.
