Chapter 66

I dressed, but I left the dildo in place—certain between the flared base and knot it would remain comfortably in my arse.

However, rather than go about my normal routine, something drew me to the attics. I went through boxes and chests and trunks, one after another in search of something, but whatever it was, I couldn’t find it.

Andrews sent a footman to inform me it was time for lunch, but I had no hunger for food of any kind, and sent him downstairs with an apology.

Then I retreated to my bedroom and buggered myself with the dildo again.

The experience was as heady as the first time.

And afterward, I found myself in the attics again, but my search was just as unsuccessful.

I still had things that needed to be done around the estate, so I determined to take care of them, although Dick Whittington was nervous for some reason, and bouncing in the saddle became too uncomfortable to continue more than a few paces.