Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 4: An Unsure Ally

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 a 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 retied 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 woke 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 Bert, 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 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 the 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 silver 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 centre 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 omelette 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.