Up the stairs and down the hall, past the maid's quarters to the very end of the corridor, I was getting more excited with every step. When we finally arrived at the door I was nearly trembling with anticipation.

"I hope you appreciate what an honor I am paying you by showing you this room after such a short acquaintance, Miss Cramer."

"I do, Sir, I do."

He slowly opened the door. I almost expected it to squeak on its hinges. Inside, the room was dim, a sharp contrast to the brightness of the rest of the house.

"Come in, Miss Cramer, don't be bashful," He said, gently.

I stepped in slowly, holding my breath, looking around.

"This is my special room, my pleasure room." He walked over to a large, overstuffed armchair and sat in it. "In this room, all thoughts, all activities are directed to enjoyment. It is a kind of shrine to hedonism. Does this shock you?"

"No, Sir," I said slowly. "I have never seen a room like this before, but it is your room, and it is not my place to make judgments about it."

"Miss Cramer, you amaze me. I think we will develop a worthwhile relationship, in time. But first, why don't you look around and see if you can find something that interests you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just take your time and explore my little room here. This will be your domain, your responsibility to keep clean and orderly. I want you to feel at home and I want to see what pleases you."

I stood in the middle of the room and turned in a circle, slowly, trying to take in everything at once. On every wall were pictures of women, beautiful naked women. Some of them were in the midst of sexual intercourse, others were doing things I could not quite decipher but all of them were unmistakably experiencing ecstasy. I wanted to feel what they were feeling.