Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 34: A Goddamn Slap To The Face

***Mikey***

Noon meal was just Frank and Michael. Gerard remained chained up, but Jamia came around and was able to serve them. Michael decided to make up for what happened to her in the playroom by randomly pulling her onto his lap when she came around the table and kissing her hard or biting her neck. Frank explained why she fainted earlier and Michael was not sure whether to look at Frank with disgust or reverence. Seriously, being able to dominate both his brother and Jamia at the same time while being in total control? He could not help but be honestly impressed. He does not know if he could handle both at the same time. Apparently though the lesson was learned because Jamia never touched Gerard again without permission from Frank first. A harsh lesson, but necessary.

After the meal, Frank went back to the playroom to Gerard as Mikey sat at the table nursing his wine. He had to admit that the vintage from Frank's collection was incredible. It did not even come close in comparison to what Robert's vineyard created. Michael got up from the table and headed up the stairs to the guest room that he uses when he stays over. He passed Mr. Wentz in the hall and they gave a bow to each other. It was Michael's honest opinion that all servants should be men if the desired Master's choice was women. This way nothing went on in the home in order to put their other half to shame. He was agreeable and had never even thought about fooling around with his help. This would dishonor Lady Way and he would not do that. He did love her and one day she would give him an heir. He performed his husbandly duties once a month when her cycle was proper, but nothing had happened in so many years. He was not concerned though. Maybe if Gerard had a wife he would be, but there is no way Gerard could produce an heir so he had plenty of time. As he went to enter his room he noticed the door was open and heard two voices. Peering in he sees Jamia talking with another servant.

"So now you are serving both of them?"

"No, I still only serve Master Iero, but Master Way is his guest so..."

"I thought that Master Way was Gerard's guest."

*Smack*

Michael is completely taken back as Jamia slaps the other servant hard in the face.

"YOU WILL NOT REFER TO MASTER WAY BY HIS GIVEN NAME AGAIN!"

"What the fuck!? Why not, he is no better than us now! Being used and...."

*Smack*

Another slap in the opposite direction and now Jamia had the other servant gripped in her fists causing the fresh linens she was carrying to hit the floor.

"He will never be as low as us and do you know why?! Because he chose to be where he is. He has all the power that we will never have! That makes him better than us always no matter what position he is in or whose cock is up his ass!"

Jamia pushed the servant away hard and she fell to the floor. She stared wide eyed at Jamia as she scrambled up and tried to regain her dignity.

"You're just pissed that you will never fuck him because he is not into women. You are jealous, that is what you are bitch!"

"Actually she has already had a piece of Master Way in the most intimate sense that you could never experience in two life times."

"M-M-M-Master Way! I was just...."

"Disparaging my brother, yes I heard. You may collect your things and leave, you are dismissed...permanently."

The servant looked shock, but knew she had no say in the matter. She bowed and left the room. Jamia had kept her head down the whole time the confrontation went on. Michael stepped over to her and lifted her chin up. He looked into her eyes. They were filled with water threatening to fall, and also a fierce respect for his brother that he had never experienced before. He moved his hand from her chin to behind her neck. He stroked it carefully making her eyes flutter closed. Michael watched and listened to her body react to what he was doing to her, and he felt his cock harden from the noises she was making. Soft mewing sounds of bliss escaped her lips and suddenly he wanted them somewhere else. Placing another hand on her cheek, he stroked it slowly. He moved it from her cheek down her neck and then to her shoulders. He slowly started to push on them and she picked up on the gesture. Jamia sank to her knees and waited patiently with her hands in her lap. Michael watched her as he undid the clasp on his trousers and let them slip down a little. He reached in and pulled his cock out and held it in front of her. She still did not move, but kept looking at him. He chuckled.