Bondage Mansion

***Gerard***

The sun woke Gerard up in the morning. The servants had already been in the room to draw back the curtains. He opened his eyes and blinked the sand out of them. He slowly rose to a sitting position wincing from the pounding headache. His eyeliner had stained the pillowcase along with his tears. He sighed and carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Sliding on his dressing shoes he re-tied his dressing gown and made his way over to the vanity. Gerard sat down and picked up his brush and began his morning ritual. He was still brushing his hair when someone quietly knocked on his door. He bade them entrance and Robert peered into the doorway. Gerard smiled when he saw him and motioned for him to come further in. Robert walked in leaving the door slightly ajar and stepped behind his chair. He gingerly placed his hands on Gerard's shoulders and squeezed affectionately. Gerard placed one of his hands on top of Robert's and smiled into the mirror.

"Is everything alright Gee?"

"Yes Bert, why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, when I awoke you were gone. Did you ever make it back to the table for dinner?"

Gerard saw the stained pillow in the mirror's reflection and hoped that Robert did not notice it as well.

"Was last night everything that you expected Gee?"

Gerard tried not to furrow his brow with his mirror image. Instead he quickly masked with a sly smirk.

"Now Burt, is that really a question that you would ask a lady of her first time?"

Now it was Robert's turn to turn red and look away. In that instant, Gerard let go of the breath that he was holding in.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I should not ask of you anything that I would not ask of a lady."

"It is alright Bert; I know you did it out of kindness and concern."

Bert smiled and Gerard could not help but smile back. With that Bert bent down to kiss Gerard on the cheek and made his leave to go and get dressed for breakfast.

When the door was closed, Gerard finished his hair and went into the dressing room and chose an outfit for this morning confrontation with Frank. He wondered what the next three days would be like. Was Frank as cruel of a man as he claimed to be or was it all smoke and mirrors to bolster himself in front of Robert. Once he was dressed, Gerard made his way down stairs. He could see both gentlemen waiting already seated at the table. When Gerard approached Robert stood up as always, but Frank remained seated leaning his chair back on two legs. Gerard mentally wished that the chair would tip over and then admonished himself for such a childish thought. Robert pulled his seat out and he made himself comfortable. The servants brought out Gerard and Robert's meal, but Frank's place remained empty. Once the carafe of juice was poured for them both the servants retreated back to the kitchen. It was then that Frank snapped his fingers and the kitchen door opened. Gerard's eyes widened in surprise as Jamia entered the room wheeling a small silver cart in the most scandalous outfit he had ever seen! That is if you could call it an outfit, for it left nothing to imagination. The outfit itself was black and the material shimmered as if it were made of water. There was a collar that enclosed tightly around Jamia's neck and three sliver chains cascaded down to her chest where they reconnected with the material. The bodice forced her breasts up and there was a space cut in the center for no true reason other than to add to the risque of the outfit. The skirt barely covered her ass at all! The stockings that peered out from beneath the skirt were held up by two chains on each leg. Gerard could bet that if she was wearing any undergarments they left little to the imagination and very little coverage. Jamia did not seem to be bothered at all by her attire as she placed the cart beside Frank and uncovered the platter. It held a large fluffy omelet interlaced with roasted vegetables. Jamia cut a portion of it off and placed it on a smaller plate that contained roasted potatoes and fresh cut fruit. Gerard was actually impressed at Frank's breakfast choice. Robert had his usual steak and eggs for breakfast with fried potatoes and a thick cream sauce poured over them. Comparing the two meals, it was Frank's fare that was the healthiest. Gerard had silver dollar pancakes with strawberries and a small amount of clotted cream on the side. The three ate in an uncomfortable silence with Gerard and Robert looking at their plates and Frank looking at Gerard.

"Gerard."

Gerard and Robert both looked up when Frank spoke. The tension became even thicker than before.

"When you have finished eating; I want you to go upstairs, bathe, and meet us in the study."

"Frank…"

"And from now on you will only speak when you're spoken to, unless we say otherwise. You are to only address us as Sir or Master unless we allow you to use another name."

Gerard went wide-eyed and Robert bristled visibly.

"Frank, is this all really necessary?"

Frank snapped his finger and Jamia returned with an envelope. Frank pulled out the contents and handed them to Robert. With scrutiny, Robert looked them over and showed them to Gerard in defeat. It was all there in paper, the rules and regulations of the contest. It was a formal contract like you would sign for anything else. Gerard continued to read it and saw that he truly had no say in any of it. That he was just an object to be claimed. He handed the papers back to Robert and continued to pick at his food almost losing his appetite completely. Frank on the other hand had a voracious appetite and had a second helping of everything. He seems to be the only one in good spirits this morning. Gerard started to rise from his chair and Robert stood up immediately. Frank pushed back onto two legs again and chewed on a toothpick still staring at Gerard with such intensity that Gerard could not help, but blush. Gerard opened his mouth to speak, but then thought better and just left the table.

"Heading upstairs Gerard?"

Gerard turned to look at Frank and saw the smirk on his face. He sighed deeply and answered.

"Yes, Sir."

Frank smiled and Gerard left the room and began to ascend the staircase.

When Gerard entered his room Jamia was there waiting for him. He smiled at her suddenly unsure if he could speak to her as well. She greeted him politely and then walked with him to the bathing vessel. He began to undress as she filled the vessel with buckets both hot and cold water till the temperature was perfect. She held his hand as he gingerly stepped in the water and sank down. Gerard found a comfortable position and Jamia began washing his arms. Gerard tried to relax his muscles and let go, but he was too tense from the conversation at the table. He sighed audibly.

"Are you alright Gerard?"

Gerard was surprised that Jamia spoke to him. Since she spoke first he figured it was alright to answer.

"I am just so confused right now. I do not understand how all this is happening to us."

Jamia nodded in comprehension and continued onto the other arm. Gerard bit his lower lip and looked at Jamia.

"I-is he treating you alright?"

Jamia looked down at Gerard and smiled.

"Yes, he is treating me fine."

"I-I just want to make sure that you are unharmed at all times and not f-forced to do anything you do not want to do w-w-w, for Frank."

"Sir is treating me with the utmost respect that someone of my stature deserves."

Gerard was surprised at this statement.

"And what pre-tell is your stature to him?"

"Just an object to be desired, if he chooses too."

Gerard was taken aback by her answer. He looked at her face and saw a far off dreamy state in her eyes. This statement was not said with fear, but reverence. Now Gerard really wondered what he was getting into.

Once the cleaning part of the bath was done, Gerard expected to be helped out of the vessel, but Jamia turned away and went and picked up a small case. She also had a shaving cup and brush in her hand. Gerard felt his chin, but did not find a need to remove anything.

"Can you please lift up your leg and place it on the edge?"

Gerard just looked at her.

"Please?"

He wanted to question her, but figured that she was following orders and did not want to make things more difficult for her. She did as she asked while she used the soap and mixed the cream in the cup. She lathered it on and began to remove the hair carefully from Gerard's legs.

After the bath, Jamia dried him off and handed him is dressing gown. She went back into the dressing room and returned with a dress. This was not a scandalous outfit like she was wearing, but beautifully made years ago with silk and chiffon. She also came out with a bodice, stockings, and a garter. Now he understood why she was asked to shave his legs. Gerard looked at her and she just smiled back and gestured for him to sit on the bed. She helped him put on the stockings and garter and showed him how to attach them. His garter was soft unlike hers and the stretch of the material actually felt good on his thighs. The bodice tightly gripped his waist and pushed his chest out a little to create the illusion of cleavage. Jamia put the dress over his head and then went to the back to button it up while he attempted to tie the laces in the front. The collar went all the way up to his neck and was incredibly modest when compared to the servant's attire helping him. Gerard took the time to really look at Jamia in the outfit and saw that she was not bothered by it at all. She did nothing to try and stop parts from being revealed or spilling out. She even seemed to enjoy the feeling of the material against her skin. Without realizing it he had reached out and brushed the shimmery material with his fingers. Jamia jumped when he did this and he was about to apologize for being rude when she grabbed his hand and squeezed. She led him back to the bed and they sat down together. She brought his hand to the collar around her neck and encouraged him to touch it. He hesitated for a minute looking into her eyes for anything, but all he saw was understanding and permission. Shaking, he reached out and fingered the collar. It felt heavy, but not without room for her to breathe. He traced down the chains attaching it to the bodice. Instead of feeling cold, they were warm from Jamia's skin. He carefully moved down to the bodice, avoiding her chest and opting to caress the sides. He pulled back quickly when she sighed and spoke.

"He does not believe in cruelty to animals so it is an imitation of leather. "

"It looks very similar in its sheen."

"Yes, but it does not have the scent that leather does and it is more pliable which makes it very comfortable to wear and work in."

Gerard processed this new knowledge as Jamia rose and fetched a pair of low heeled silk slippers and placed them on Gerard's feet. She then led him to his vanity where an iron rod was being warmed. Jamia proceeded to curl Gerard's hair into soft spirals. She carefully placed them over his shoulders when each one was done. She then gathered the curls up and secured them with a large silver clip at the top of his head. Gerard watched the transformation in awe. He knew that he was effeminate, but he did not think that he would make such a beautiful woman when dressed up. A touch of color on his lips and eyes and Jamia bent down in the mirror to admire her work.

"You are so beautiful; Sir will be very pleased with this."

Gerard's smile faltered. Yes, this was being done for Frank's benefit, he must not forget that. Jamia continued to look at Gerard in the mirror and smile. He turned to look at her and at that moment she turned to him and gently brushed her lips against his. It was brief, but it still made Gerard turn the same shade of his lips and only made Jamia smile more and claim a twinkle in her eye. Gerard turned back to the mirror trying to slow his breathing to normal again. Jamia stood up and walked to the bedroom door. She opened it and Gerard took that as his cue that it was time go. He walked gracefully out of the room with Jamia following. He carefully lifted the dress hem as he descended the stairs and made his way to the study. Once faced with the great oak doors, he stopped. He lifted his hand to the handle, but could not bring himself to open it. He stood there and started to breathe rapidly not being able to stop. He started to sway a bit and Jamia was there to center his body. She grabbed him around the waist tightly and he froze a bit. She moved to stand in front of him and looked him in the eyes. He was still having trouble breathing normally. She touched his cheek gently with light caressed. He looked at her with all the fear and concern that he had for the situation and what lie on the other side of the closed door. Jamia ran her hand along his jaw and Gerard closed his eyes and leaned into it. She wrapped her hand around the back of Gerard's neck and continued her caresses. His breathing began to slow down a bit. He opened his eyes and looked into hers. There was that sparkle again that he could not figure out. Slowly she leaned in and kissed him again, but this time there was pressure behind her lips. He moved into the kiss surprisingly comfortable and relaxed. When they pulled away, she looked at him again and smiled.

"Are you ready now?"

"I-I think I am."

"Good, relax, you're going to be fine."

Gerard took a deep breath in and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A muffled male voice answered back. Gerard took one last look at Jamia, opened the door, and walked into the unexpected gasp of Robert and Frank. They both just looked at him.

"Gee..."

Frank just smiled.

Notes

So I had to do it, even though I am not crazy about them, I had to create a filler chapter. I really wanted to get into the contest right away, but I realized that it was important to get to know the characters further. At first I had no idea where I was going with them, but I saw a couple that I did not originally intend to be part of the story. I decided to pair Jamia and Gerard, but for a different reason. More like camaraderie then intimacy, but it will come in that form sometimes. Hopefully some you you get it, while others will just dismiss it I am sure.