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.
He squeezed my arm. "I'd be pleased if you would allow me to express your sexuality on canvas, later on. You have to trust implicitly and allow me to do that for you. Your pleasure has been repressed for too long by society standards. None of those apply in my case. I want you to tell me which fantasy turns you on the most so I can turn our time together into a night that you'll remember, forever."
I nodded slowly, still stunned, firstly by the discovery that Alf had broken my trust in him and secondly, because my illicit romance with Nigel had developed so differently to my expectations. It embarrassed me that I was shown naked on the internet without Alf even asking me. Angry and confused, I made up my mind to enjoy the rest of my limited time with my skilful illicit lover.
Nigel was right. Thorough discussion of both our needs was necessary. The sooner I admitted the truth of his words, to myself as well and moved on, the more enjoyment I would get from being with him, myself. Steve's initial visit had acted as a trigger that released many of my previous inhibitions, causing me to abandon our old way of life. With Nigel, at least, I could be totally frank. I took a deep breath.
"I think I do trust you Nigel." I kissed him. "Alf thinks I'm a nymphomaniac. He calls me a slut more often these days. Is he right?"
"I don't think so. He put me at ease with a wry smile. "I enjoy sexual variety too, my lady, as much as I can get. It's obvious that it's the same way for you as well. I like to remain in charge but you prefer to be submissive. There's nothing wrong with that in my view." Nigel's carefree attitude rebuilt my self esteem as it calmed down my nerves. "I love submissive ladies, Trisha. You should never let your moral sensitivities affect the strength of your sexuality."
"Did you honestly think I'm behaving like a slut though?"
He pointed to a exceptionally erotic art work on the wall featuring a short haired blonde lady in her late twenties with a trim figure. She was writhing on a bed, making love to two men at once with a look of ecstasy written into her smiling face. She had beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. Her nipples were large and taut with desire. All participants in the scene were cleanly shaven to highlight their aroused sex organs. Two other men were posing in the background with penises fully erect with anticipation as they waited for their turn.
"I painted that one several years ago, for the old proprietor."
"It's wonderful." I blushed. "You captured all their moods very well indeed. I hadn't realised that you were such a skilful artist."
"She was never ashamed of herself. You can see that she enjoyed posing for me." He mused. "You should remember that it doesn't matter what a man calls you in the heat of passion. It doesn't mean a thing. Every one of us have fantasy needs. I accept that fact and so should you. I never think badly of any woman if she's honest about her needs and speaks her mind." He smiled pointedly. "I thought you enjoyed our choice of language too, at the time." He qualified.
"I did, actually." I laughed it off with him, feeling better.
I shared my feelings and found a sympathetic audience, in Nigel. For the first time I could be truly candid with a man. I told him about my recent life with Alf while we got ready to have dinner. Like Alf, he liked to stay in charge but Nigel was more empathetic and kind.
Nothing was hidden from my past. He just listened mainly but I noted, by his reactions, that many of his sexual interests were similar to Alf's. It was refreshing, being able to talk openly about aspects of certain erotic movies that thrilled me. I mentioned 'Story of 'O' in particular, as a case in point, telling him what excited me most of all about the story.
"Since we watched it I had to curb Alf's obsession to put me on display to some of our friends at home." I admitted, laughing it off. "God! I would never be able to look them in the face again. You just can't do that kind of thing and get away with it, in our community."
