Bondage Mansion

***Frank***

The sun rouses Frank from his slumber. He stretches and looks down at the foot of the bed. Gerard is still curled at his feet, the chain tethering him to the bedpost still secured to the collar around his neck. Frank carefully extracts his feet from under Gerard and goes over to the lounge at the other end of the room. Jamia is also still asleep. Lying on her stomach, her back covered in cloth bandages. Some of them have red seeped through them, but most are still off white. He goes to the wash bowl and sees that the water is still slightly pink. He empties the water out the window and fills the bowl with fresh clear water again. He gathers new rags from the cabinet below and places them near the bowl. He proceeds to carefully remove the bandages from Jamia's back. She moves a little, but is still clearly asleep as he peels the largest one back and sees that the wound has mostly stopped bleeding. He continues to remove the bandages and examines each wound carefully. All seem to be clean and most are no longer weeping. He puts the used bandages aside for washing and dips one of the rags into the bowl. He rings it out and places it on her back. This action does wake Jamia up and the pressure on her back causes her much pain. She cannot make much noise because she was gagged again, but her whimpering is enough to let Frank know the level of pain she is in.

"Now, now, my pet. The wounds have all but closed up and you will be able to lie on your back again in a few days."

Jamia blinked new tears away and looked at him. He is sure that she had passed out after the other part of her punishment last night. She was still probably trying to figure out how she got out of her bondage. The part of Frank that would surprise everyone is that although he was a sadist and a killer, he did know that not taking care of your pets is a sure way to have to start again with new ones and that meant retraining. This was a tedious task that Frank did not enjoy so he would rather keep the trained ones around long enough to use their training. This meant being responsible for their health and caring for them after he played with them and putting the pieces back together when he broke them. He knew that this tender action would confuse Jamia, but it would give him another way to control her. Finding new ways to control people was a favorite pastime of Frank's. Banking more information to be used against them later. Frank continued to clean Jamia's back off and placing new bandages on once it was done. He patted her on the head and told her to continue to rest. He turned from his finished task and saw that Gerard was awake and looking at him. Frank ignored Gerard and left the room to relieve himself. As he closed the door he pondered the look on Gerard's face. Had he seen Frank treating Jamia's wounds? What did he think of this? Once again Frank dropped this coin into his thought bank and contemplated how he could use this knowledge to his advantage.

***Gerard***

Gerard opened his eyes and quietly groaned. He could not make much noise with the ball gag in his mouth again. He did not understand how he was not in the play room, as Frank coined it last night, still chained on the wooden table. He remembers Frank using him to get off and then proceeding to continue to whip Jamia another 15 times before she passed out from the pain. Once he was done with her Frank removed the circle of leather from Gerard's shaft and balls and ordered him to cum. Fortunately Gerard was so turned on from being used by Frank that he was able to obey in a few short strokes. He did not even get a chance to be embarrassed at what he did because he passed out quickly from the intensity of the orgasm. Even now Gerard shuddered at the memory of it. He had never cum that hard in his life before. It was a delicious pain that he wanted to feel again. He snapped himself out of the memory and back to reality. He was dressed again in a simple cotton gown and at the foot of Frank's bed, not surprisingly tethered in some way, and it was morning. Carefully he surveyed his surroundings and his eyes fell on Frank bent over rummaging through a cabinet. He watched as he took rags out of it and placed them next to the wash basin. He looked to Frank's left and saw Jamia and his heart sank. She was lying on her stomach and there were pink bandages on her back. Suddenly he felt a rage fill him up knowing that Frank caused those covered wounds. His anger began to dissipate when he realized that Frank was also tending to the wounds he had created. Once again confusion overcame his mind. Why would Frank hurt Jamia like so and then heal her? Was he sorry for the damage he caused or the anguish he out her through? Frank did not seem like that type of man, but then again Gerard had only known him a few days. He was still an enigma to Gerard, sweet one minute and cruel the next. Perhaps that was a product of his upbringing and the hardships that he faced being cast out and unwanted. Gerard actually felt pity for these unanswered questions about Frank and his anger completely melted away when he heard Frank reassuring Jamia that she should continue to rest. Then Frank turned around and his eyes met with Gerard's. There was a flicker of surprise on Frank's face and then his trademark smirk appeared and he left the room without a word. Gerard heard the door close and sat up. He looked at the chain and followed it to the bedpost. He saw that there was a decent amount of slack and removed himself from the bed. He crossed the room to Jamia and touched her leg slightly. She turned her head and opened her eyes. Gerard could see that she was gagged again with the rope. Like him, she was placed in a simple cotton gown, but the back was cut open so that her wounds were not covered. He rubbed her leg in a show of concern and affection. She tried to turn towards him more, but winced at the pain it caused. Gerard shook his head and she relaxed her position again. He examined her back and saw that Frank had taken good care of her back and it was well treated. He even placed a healing salve on the wounds. Gerard was touched by this because healing salve could be quite an expense. He was about to continue his examination when he heard whistling from the corridor and he scrambled back to the bed. Seconds after he had laid down again the door opened and he looked up and Frank entered carrying a tray with fruit and a cup of clotted crème.

"Time for breakfast Gee."

***Frank***

After relieving himself, Frank went to the kitchen and stated that his servant was not feeling well and could Mr. Wentz prepare morning meal for him and Gerard. While he waited, he requested fresh fruit and clotted crème for his servant. The cook gave him a strange look that he would feed something so extravagant to his servant, but a cold look from Frank stopped any kind of retort from their part. Once the food was finished and plated another servant went to pick it up. Frank cut them off and stated that he would take it himself. Again the strange looks he got, but his command was obeyed and with that he left the kitchen. Frank was actually feeling pretty good this morning. He whistled as he walked down the Eastern hallway to his room. ‘When was the last time I whistled?' he thought to himself. ‘Well, when was the last time I had this much fun?' With those two questions in his mind he opened the door to the bedroom and found Gerard still lying at the foot of the bed, just in a shifted position. Gerard looked at him and smirked.

"Time for breakfast Gee."

Frank walked over to the table and placed the tray down. He roused Jamia and helped her up. She winced at the pain in her back. He checked the bandages and brought her to the chair at the small table. He propped a pillow against the back and eased her against it. She sighed at the soft contact. He patted her head and lifted the dome on the tray. He could tell that Jamia was surprised to see fresh fruit and clotted crème in front on her. She looked at him and then gestured to Gerard.

"No my pet, for being so good yesterday and taking your half of the punishment, this is your reward."

Frank untied the gag and removed it from her mouth. He picked up the cup of juice with the fruit and lifted it to her lips. She gulped it gratefully and sighed at the cooling refreshment. He spooned the crème onto the fruit and then picked up a piece. He held it for Jamia and she carefully opened her mouth. She did not do this too wide because the sides of her mouth were bruised from the rope gag. She took a small bite and groaned at the sensation slide down her throat. Satisfied, Frank handed her the spoon and patted her on the head. He then went to Gerard and unhooked the chain from the bed post. He led Gerard out of the bedroom and to the privy to relieve himself. Although the door stayed open, Frank allowed Gerard to go in alone. Once he was finished he led him to the dining room where Robert was already seated and dressed for breakfast. He loved the look on Robert's face as they crossed his field of vision. Although Gerard was in a modest dressing gown, he was still gagged and his hair was a mess from sleeping. Frank brought Gerard around to his seat and without being told, Gerard knelled on the floor. Frank beamed with pride that Gerard learned this so fast. Mr. Wentz came out with the rolling tray and set the same meal as Jamia for Gerard on the floor. He set a larger portion for Frank and of course coffee. Frank saw that Gerard looked longingly at the coffee and he saw the pleading in his eyes. Frank nodded and patted Gerard on his head. He motioned for Mr. Wentz to pour a second cup and place it on the table. The look of thanks in Gerard's eyes was astonishing. It seemed to him that Robert's presence was all but forgotten in that moment. Who knew he loved coffee so much? Frank reached around to remove the gag and placed it on the table. He handed the cup of coffee to Gerard and was about to offer to cool and sweeten it when Gerard placed the cup to his lips and took a huge sip and let out a satisfied groan. Frank's cock twitched as he watched Gerard lick his lips and throw his head back and sigh. He went back in for a second sip when Frank decided to place his hand over the top of the cup. Gerard looked at him and whimpered, but obeyed and handed the cup back. Frank placed it on the table and pointed to the floor. Gerard settled down to eat his food and so did Frank. Out of the corner of his vision Frank saw that Robert had turned bright red and Frank smiled as he placed the cold piece of fruit into his mouth.

***Bert***

Robert made sure to be at the table early today. He had not had any sight of Gerard since noon meal yesterday and was worried about him. He was on his third cup of coffee when Frank emerged from the Eastern hallway with Gerard in tow. In TOW?! Yup, Gerard was dressed in a simple sleeping gown, but he was sporting a collar that had a chain running to Frank's hand. His mouth was blocked with some kind of red object, but Robert could not clearly see what it was. It almost looked like a rounded bit that one would give a horse. Frank greeted Robert politely, but Gerard did not even look at Robert. He found this very disconcerting. Was Gerard embarrassed to face Robert or was it part of the contest rules. Robert watched as Gerard kneeled on the floor with no prompting just like yesterday. He waited for Jamia to serve them, but instead Peter came out and did it. As Peter poured the coffee for Frank he saw Gerard's eyes flicker. He knew how much Gerard loved coffee in the morning, although he was drinking tea yesterday, and did not see a cup for him set out. Robert was equally surprised when Gerard silently begged Frank for a cup. When Frank agreed and Peter poured another cup, he watched as Frank untied something from the back of Gerard's head and now Robert saw that it was a red ball in his mouth. Frank handed Gerard the cup and Robert watched as he took a large sip of it. He recognized the satisfied noise that Gerard made after he swallowed, but he saw that Frank was taken aback by this. Well of course Frank would have no idea that Gerard loved coffee that much. Frank then denied him anymore and Gerard just agreed and gave it up. Robert could already see how different Gerard was from yesterday, but he knew that it was all an act for Frank. His fiancé was smart and would do what he had to in order to get through this ordeal and back into their normal life. He was proud of him. Suddenly something else red caught Robert's attention. He saw that Gerard's wrists were red and slightly bruised. Gerard was not calling attention to them, but his sleeve fell back when he placed the cup to his lips. Neither Frank nor Gerard seem to see that he noticed, in fact you would think he was not even in the room with them. It felt strangely intimate and Robert was suddenly jealous of Frank in a way he did not like. His face turned red and he pushed his chair back making both men look up at him with a start. Gerard finally made eye contact with him and he blushed. He looked from Robert to Frank and then back to Robert. He shook his head when he looked back at him and Robert could see the concern and hurt in his eyes. This made Robert smile. Frank cut through the silent communication between the two by clearing his throat. Robert looked at him and bowed politely. He smiled again at Gerard and left the room with renewed confidence.

***Frank***

Frank watched Robert and Gerard talk to each other with their eyes and his anger began to smolder. How dare he do something intimate like that right in front of him! Frank waited for Robert to leave the room and he turned to Gerard and smiled. Gerard smiled back and Frank backhanded him. Gerard went down hard clutching his cheek. Frank grabbed the chain and dragged Gerard out of the room up heaving the food as they went. Forgetting the gag, he dragged Gerard past the bedroom and into the playroom. Gerard did not even cry out when Frank hit him and that angered Frank even more. He wanted to hear Gerard scream. He wanted to hear him beg for mercy that would not come. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it. He threw Gerard in the room and slammed the door shut.

"What the fuck was that bitch?!"

Frank was standing over Gerard spitting questions and accusations at him while he cowered on the floor. He was waiting for Gerard to slip up and speak so he had more excuses to punish him, but Gerard said nothing and just whimpered and sobbed. This did not make Frank happy. He thought maybe if he kicked or punched Gerard that he would get a sound out of him that was satisfying, but at the moment Gerard made eye contact with him and he looked so frightened of Frank that Frank just wanted to break him even more. Destroy him, take away his dignity so that he returned to Robert a mess, unable to be anything to him anymore. Frank felt the leer creep over his mouth and looked down at Gerard and grabbed the chain. Rather than get dragged again, Gerard crawled to keep pace with Frank. He led him to the end of the room where the chains were attached to the wall. He dropped Gerard to his knees and reached up and grabbed the shackles. He lowered them so that they hit the floor and then he locked Gerard in them. Gerard continued to whimper and Frank said nothing to him, just listened for the crack he was waiting for in Gerard's armor. Gerard kept his head down and was muttering to himself. Frank was not sure what he was saying, but it was the same words over and over again. Frank crouched down next to Gerard and finally heard the words.

"Why Frankie, why?"

Frank rose back up just as quietly and stared at Gerard. ‘He was asking why?' Frank ran his hand through his hair. Not stop, not please, no begging at all, he just wanted to know why. ‘Why what?' Also Frank just realized that he had given him a nickname. The one that the whores used and that Lynz used so fondly before she fucked him over. This compromised his anger. He still wanted to hurt Gerard so badly, but now, now he had to go about a different way. He left Gerard on the floor and went back to the bedroom. Jamia was startled and she immediately hit the floor on her knees. She winced at the pain shot through her back. Although he was pleased at this action, he was still concerned for the pain she was feeling. She had to heal again in order for him to use her against Gerard.

"Can you stand?"

Jamia nodded and stood up, she winced again from her back, but she shrugged the pain off.

"Good, go to your quarters and get dressed in something comfortable for your back. Then go to the kitchen and request all the red vegetables to be pressed into a mash and a juice. Have them separated and bring them here. Meanwhile have Mr. Wentz deliver a bathing vessel to my room."

Jamia asked no questions, she just nodded and left the room swiftly. Frank cleared a space for the bathing vessel and planned his next move. He would leave Gerard in the playroom until the bathing vessel was brought, by then Jamia would be back and he could continue with his new plans.

***Jamia***

Jamia winced when she opened the door to her quarters. She carefully pulled off the gown and found a uniform that covered her back and the bandages. She was still in shock after such a brutal punishment, Frank would take care of her wounds and be nice to her. May be it was only a warning. She had taken liberties with Gerard that was not allowed in any circumstances. She would be sure not to do that again no matter what. Once dressed, she made her way to the kitchen. She ran into Mr. Wentz first and relayed the request of a bathing vessel. Mr. Wentz agreed and then asked her if she was feeling better.

"Master Iero stated that you were under the weather and that you needed to rest. I took care of his dining needs this morning."

"Oh, yes. You were most kind to stand in my place this morning. I am grateful."

Mr. Wentz bowed and left to make preparations. Jamia entered the kitchen and the cook smirked at her.

"Yur dunna look to worse fer the weather ta me Jamia, yet Master Iero went and brought ya fruit and crème this morning."

Jamia took a step forward and raised her hand to stop the accusations, but the pain in her back flared and she leaned against the counter instead, short of breath. The cook seeing this felt horrible by his comments and grabbed her a chair to climb upon. Jamia groaned out her instructions and sat and waited for the finished items. As the cook mashed the vegetables and separated the juice she wondered aloud.

"I wonder what he is gonna dye?"

Jamia sat up and wished she hadn't.

"What did you say?'

"I said I wonder what the Master is planning to dye red?"

Jamia continued to look at him puzzled.

"Is that would he needs the mash for?"

"I would assume, but then again sometimes you can't tell with these rich folks."

Jamia waited until everything was done and she collected the two items and made her way down the Eastern hallway once more. When she knocked on the bedroom door and was granted permission to enter. She saw that Gerard was sitting in the bathing vessel with his hands roped behind his back and the collar tethered once again to the bed post. She also noticed that his hair had been roughly chopped off with some length left. Even though it was no longer long like hers, it did not take away from the effeminate beauty that Gerard could not help give off. Frank was relaxing with a book in a chair nearby.

"Ah good my pet, you returned. This morning we are going to change Gerard's hair color. "

Jamia looked up in surprise and Gerard looked terrified, but said nothing. Jamia was ordered to follow Frank's instructions to the letter. It seemed that he had experience with dying hair before. She placed the mash onto Gerard's head and worked it into the scalp. She dug in with her fingers and felt Gerard tremble under them. She knew that he enjoyed getting his hair washed from past experience. She tried to make the occasion as pleasant as possible while still obeying orders. Once the mash was securely pushed in, the next step was to slowly pour the juice over top of the hair and soak into the mash and scalp as well. Then she tied a rough cloth to the head and left it to sit. The entire time Gerard just sat there blinking and crying into the bath water. Frank was regaling them with a story of another hair dying.

"So this guy said he would only pay top dollar if her hair was snow white. The madam ordered me to dunk this poor girl's hair in horse piss and leave it there for the next few hours. She and I threw up so many times from the smell, but after the hours were up, her hair went from brown to white like the piss took all the color out somehow. It took forever for the smelt to come out with soap and water. Her scalp was raw when I was done with it, but at least we stopped puking by then. The john was true to his word and he paid top dollar for her. Not only him, but after that she was getting a lot of johns that were looking for something exotic. Shit that kind of blond color, I would have rolled with her if it weren't for the fact that I knew how she got the color. After that she bleached her hair all the time and just lived with the smell during the process."

Gerard looked with horror at the thought of horse urine in his hair. Jamia made a face too.

"Don't worry Gee, I much prefer Rose Red to Snow White any day."

Jamia and Gerard both took in a collective breath. By that time the mash and juice were ready to come out. Jamia used fresh water to get the mess out and when she was done Gerard had the brightest red hair she had ever seen on man nor woman! Frank got up and walked over to her, she dropped to her knees once again. The pain flared again, but it was getting better now. He wolf whistled at the Gerard.

"Very nice Jamia. Gerard looks better than any whore I have seen with this color."

Jamia watched Gerard blush at this left handed remark, but sure enough when she held the mirror up for Gerard to look all he heard was a gasp and Frank could not have been happier.

Notes

See, Frank is not all bad. He takes care of his toys. It's understandable that Gerard would be confused about what kind of person Frank really is. @~@

Okay, so I don't know how they really would have dyed hair back then, but I know that using deep colored vegetables and fruits was how they dyed cloth so I said why not hair too. The stripping of the color, I just figured that the ammonia in the urine could be a good reason to use it, but mostly because it sounded gross. ^0^