She's kept me naked since then. We seem to have spent most of the day in bed, but I managed to struggle out and into the kitchen once or twice (loin of pork, a sauce made with orange, banana, strawberry, balsamic vinegar, garlic and nutmeg) and I've just stopped briefly at the laptop to post this, but she wants me back in bed pretty soon.
Oh, I think she may have photographed me in the kitchen. This will have been during the brief interlude when I was permitted to wear something -- I was frying stuff, so I put an apron on so nothing important got burnt. Perhaps the photos might turn up in her journal one day.
EDIT: there were no sausages involved. Hmph.