Chapter Seventeen
Gorged, Purged, and Punked
When I awoke, I was lying in Countess Vronsky’s bed on the first floor. In her absence, her bed took on magical, sensual powers. I smelled her scent in the sheets, fortifying her bed with erotic, magical vibrations, and I wanted to jerk off. But she’d beat the daylights out of me if I got my jollies—no doubt about that.
I was spotlessly clean—bathed by one or two slaves, who knew better than to take liberties with me. Despite my image as a sensitive painter, they also knew me as an eccentric misfit who’d inflict serious injury in a fight—even with Biff—regardless of who won the struggle.
I was decked out in expensive slacks and a dress shirt, but no tie. My loafers gleamed from repeated polishing. When the Countess entered the room, I summon
