Chapter Eight
She left him for several hours. He slept fitfully; when he awoke it was light. Gingerly he moved his hand down to his ass; it was a relief to find the plug was still in place. Soon Lady Deborah came in with a breakfast tray. On it were orange juice, boiled eggs, toast and marmalade and coffee. She uncuffed him and he fell on the food like a starving man, squatting on the floor while she watched him. When he’d finished she unlocked the end of the chain attached to the radiator and led him to the bathroom.
“Take a shower,” she said. “While you’re doing it remove the plug and wash it carefully.”
She went out. He thought to lock the door, but there was no lock. He took out the plug and sat on the toilet. Then he got in the shower. After five minutes Lady Deborah came back in.
