Bound By Ties

Chapter 5

"I think it is time to get you inside. I'll serve you some warm food, show you to your room, run a nice warm bath and then you can fall asleep," Mr. Wells said. Mr. Wells looked over at Miles. Miles nodded for 'yes.' What did Miles get?

"It will be half an hour," he said.

"Let's go have a bath first then," Mr. Wells suggested.

Mr. Wells picked my limp body up again and carried me out of the limo. Miles followed afterwards. "You will love you room," Mr. Wells began to say. "It's gigantic, with a full king size bed, all to yourself. A fire place and books. You have your own bathroom. It's large, and the Bath Tub could fit four grown adults and has massaging jets. You will like it here," he said.

I didn't say anything. How could I respond? How could I say, 'Yea, the only thing missing are my parents because you have still taken me away.'

"What are your hobbies," he asked. It was then I began to look at the house in front of me. We were on a large acreage. There was a beautiful white mansion. He took me through the stone path surrounded by fountains and up a set of stone stairs.

Miles stepped ahead of us and punched a key code in the door and it large double doors opened. "Do you think you can walk, Karen?" Mr. Wells asked.

I nodded. I wasn't sure if I could or not, but I thought I would give it a try. I rubbed the drying tears from my eyes and prepared to be set down. When he sat me down he held onto me long enough that he was sure I could stand on my own. "I'll give you a tour of the house later, but for now, head up those stairs," he said. The stairs were right in front of me in the middle of the foyer. There were doors on either side of me ad behind the staircase. There were a lot of stairs. Maybe I couldn't do this by myself.

"If you need help just ask," he said. There were twenty-five stairs. I held onto the railing and slowly made my way stair by stair. I wasn't hurt, I was a bit sore, but nothing was drastically done to me. I didn't know why it was so hard for me to get up the stairs. I suppose I was emotionally drained. Maybe that's why. I clung to the railing for support and Mr. Wells slowly followed behind me. I took the stairs one by one.

20...21...22...23...24... just one more to go. 25. I made it. I was out of breath. Truthfully I was really quite tired. I didn't even really want to eat. I didn't even want to have a bath, I just wanted to go to sleep. But what scared me about sleeping was the nightmares I might have again. That night was going to haunt me for a very long time. I also didn't think the terrors were going to stop as new ones would replace the old.

"Good job," he said when I made it to the top. "There is just a little more to go. Now at the end of this hallway to the right is your room." I sighed I didn't want to walk anymore. "Would you like help?" he asked.

"No," I snapped back. "I want to do it myself." I was acting stubborn. I didn't want to feel his body at the moment. I didn't want to seem so helpless.

"OK," he said. Leaning towards the wall for support, brushing my hand along it as I went I followed the long hallway. There was dark red carpet outlined in gold. There were rooms on either side of me. There were pictures on the wall. They were haunting pictures. There were pictures of hands with chains, naked woman bond by straps, forced into weird positions. There were me having s*x, hitting the woman. There was a woman strapped to a bed on her stomach that were being spanked and or whipped. My heart sunk. Just how bad was it going to be here? I thought he was sensible...decent, but now...now I was a little scared.

I made it to the end of the hall way. I'm sure he saw me look at all those pictures. Did he feel guilty doing any of it? When I looked closer to the pictures the men in the pictures resembled him! My throat felt tight as I continued onward.

"Let me open the door for you." He came in front of me and after searching in his pocket he took out a key and opened the door. "It's locked from the outside," he said. That didn't make me feel better, knowing that he could lock me inside.

"You never did answer my question from before. What do you like to do in your spare time?" He asked opening the door for me.

"Before entering I answered his question. "I enjoy swimming," I said.

"Well, I have an indoor pool, and I'm sure that a Bikini would like quite well on you," he started.

I didn't say anything back to him. When I stepped into the room it was just as he described it. It was big. Lots of book shelves, a large bed with drapes hanging from it. There were a couple doors, a set of doors that led out to a balcony and the fire place with two comfortable looking chairs beside it. The colors of the room were gold, purple and accented with black.

"Miles, go prepare us some food, something light and warm like soup," Mr. Wells said. Miles nodded and went down the stairs.

"The bathroom is this way," he said. He put his arm around me and I cringed a bit as my mind went back to the thoughts of the pictures hanging on the wall. What if I were to become one of them?

"I think I can do it myself," I said.

"I don't think you can," he answered. "Your legs are wobbling. Let me help you with your back. It's a Japanese style bathroom, you need to wash yourself before you get in the bathtub, and I would feel safer knowing I was in there. I won't try to r**e your r anything, I won't do anything until we settle matters in the next few days," he said.

I wondered that if it was going to be too hard to keep me would I be returned back to my family. Maybe lots of people would search for me because I had been on the news a couple of times for swimming competitions and winning in Worlds for swimming once.

"You don't have a choice in the matter, I'm going to help you," he said it more demanding.

I didn't say anything I just nodded, "fine."

After leading me into the bathroom, it felt lovely and smelt like a sauna, the smell of wood was always appealing to me. "Undress he said, there is a basket to put your clothes in," Mr. Wells said. He stated to talk demandingly. I was almost a little scared, that he would begin acting like Michael. That one minute he would act nice and then all of a sudden, turn on a dime and become demanding.

I reluctantly slowly began to take my clothes off. The bathroom was filled with a large mirror on one wall. A sink with a large counter and drawers as well as a vanity on the other side with another mirror and a salon style chair to sit on. The large tile bathtub covered with cedar wood was in the middle of the room, there were stairs to step into it. On the side with mirror there was a small stool to sit on and a set of taps with a shower head. When I finished undressing I did my best to cover the parts that I could. Mr. Wells had taken everything except his pants off.

"Come sit on this stool over here," he said. I nodded and slowly walked over to the stool. He had turned the shower head onto fill a bucket with water. I hoped it was warm water. After filling it up and me sitting down he picked the bucket of water up and poured it all over my head. I was shocked at the amount of force that came out from the bucket. He began reaching for a bottle of shampoo and began to massage my head. It felt and smelt wonderful. I was relaxing as his strong hands massaged the shampoo into my head. I forgot what was happening at the moment and just took in the moment. He washed the shampoo out and continued onto the conditioner phase. He combed through my hair with his fingers and then reached for something I didn't know until he pinned the conditioned hair to the top of my head. "Conditioner works best once left in before washing it out," he said. He grabbed another bottle and poured it onto a sponge. He began with my back rubbing the body wash into my skin all over. When his hands started to creep over my shoulders to my front area I took my hand to take the sponge away.

"Please...let me do that myself," I said. He let go off the sponge and I washed my chest and my arms. I set the sponge down and he grabbed the shower head once again and rinsed me off, then he took the clip in my hair out and rinsed through that. He stood up and walked towards the tub, taking the cover off.

"You can come sit in it now," he said. I nodded, covering my body once more to go sit in the tub.

"So what are your plans for me anyways?" I asked. "Are you going to take pictures of me like the woman in the hallways?"

"I don't think you want to talk about this right now," Mr. Wells said.

"Could you tell me a little bit?"

I sat in the tub and my body relaxed. This was more relaxing then before. I felt safer here for some reason. The water must have been laced with something.

"Well I'm a Dominant, and you will be my submissive. You will do as I say, dress as I say look as I say. In fact, once we go over our agreement; I will do your hair every morning, I will bathe you every morning, and you will not talk back about what I do to you. And, according to that paper I received apparently you don't like your haircut, so if you ever do anything bad, I'm going to cut your hair as punishment.

A shiver ran through my spine as I thought of my hair being hacked off by Michael. He did it so crudely.

"So if you want to keep these long locks, you will be expected to behave. But sometimes I just might like to cut it for fun," he added. If you resist, I'll cut more," he said.

"Are you going to hit me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"It turns me on," Mr. Wells said.

I didn't say anything I sunk a little bit farther underwater. I blew bubbles from my mouth.

"Can I have a one-piece bathing suit for your pool?" I asked.

"But a two piece would look so much better. A pink one, with beads, it will just barely keep your breasts- "He started reaching his hands under water around my back and squeezing both of my breasts. My eyes opened and I quickly pulled away.

"Sorry, I said I wouldn't do anything. Forgive me.

I didn't say anything back. When his hands cupped my breasts it felt good. I didn't want it to feel good.

"I'm a speed swimmer, a competitive speed swimmer," I said. "A two-piece bathing suit would come off if I were to swim in it."

"I wouldn't mind seeing that," Mr. Wells smiled. I scowled at him. Just how old was he. He looked to be in his 30's.

We sat in silence for a little over ten minutes. I began to feel dizzy from the warm water.

Mr. Wells stood up and walked over to the bathroom door and took a large white fluffy house coat from it. "Here, let's get you out before I poach you. I'll dry your hair so you don't catch a cold. I can only imagine how fast you will get sick over the last couple days you had. "And I will do your hair," he said.

I wanted to say something back. I didn't want anyone else touching my hair, or cutting it for that matter. I didn't want to put up a fight though in fear that he might punish me by cutting more hair. I didn't want to have more cut.

"Ok," I said quietly and stepped out of the tub. He covered me in the house coat and I wrapped and tied it up.

"Good girl," he said. He led me to the vanity and sat me down in the salon chair. He reached for the supplies that were neatly spread out and grabbed a wide tooth comb, making his way through my longhair, gently taking out the knots that were there. When he came in front of me to comb out the side bangs that were given to me prior my stomach turned thinking of when it happened. The uncomfortable feeling of the straps against my naked skin, the constricting neck strap and the gag that was in my mouth.

"I don't know why no one has suggested a fringe for you...a blunt one. It really would frame your face.... the side bangs look nice...but I think they would complement your face more with a pixie cut," I shivered again. That was too short.

"That seems a little too short for me," I shakily said. He continued to comb through my hair. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Mr. Wells said.

It was Miles that came in. "He came by Sir. He left you with what you requested."

"Good, good, and will he back tomorrow too?"

"Yes."

"And what of supper?"

"It should be done when I go check it in a moment," Miles answered.

"Then please go retrieve it and bring it up for her to eat in bed. Actually, I'll come help you," Mr. Wells said. Mr. Wells walked over to a salon style stand up hair dryer and rolled it over o where I was. "Now, I'm going to switch it on. You are to stay here until I come back. If you leave, I won't hesitate to strap you back to that chair to take more hair off. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Speak," he said.

"Yes sir," I said.

"Good," he said and placed the dryer over my head, lowering it and turning it on. The sound filled my ears and I couldn't hear anything else but that. Miles and Mr. Wells left the room.

Within another ten minutes, my hair was dry and Mr. Wells had entered the room again. He had brought more clothes for me. This time fuzzy pajamas. He shut the dryer off and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Your hair is soft," he said. Put the pajamas on and go lay in your bed. I will hand you your food there," he said. I nodded. Mr. Wells left the bathroom and left me with the pajamas. I held onto them tight. They really were fuzzy. I put them on and took a deep breath before stepping out of the bathroom.

As I left the bathroom and walked over to the bed and climbed in. There was something about the bed that just seemed so inviting now. The bath made me feel tired, and the dryer had the same effect.

Mr. Wells was waiting by the bed with a glass of water and he had something in his hand.

"I had Miles get in contact with my doctor. After seeing effect of what nightmare you had in the car; I wanted to make sure you were able to get a good night rest. I had him prescribe a sleeping aid as well as an anti-anxiety med that should help you calm down. So please take them, I think you will feel better if you do."

I was very reluctant to take them.

"If you don't take them, I will be forced to give you an injection instead. I will have Miles hold you down so I can do it," he said. I reached my hand to take the pills. I really didn't want to take the. I didn't want to be forced to sleep. But maybe it was for the better. He watched me as I put the pills in my mouth and I used the water to wash them down.

"Now, here is your food," Mr. Wells said and waited for me to put the overs myself. There were pillows already propped up for me. "I will leave you with this for the night and I will take my leave. I want you to eat, get a good night sleep and I will wake you at 10:30 in the morning if you are not all ready awake. I will once again wash you and do your hair and give you some clothes. You will have a busy day tomorrow."

I nodded as I looked at the bowl of soup in front of me. The smell seemed good, but I felt too sick to my stomach to eat anything. I didn't move the tray away, not yet at least. I looked at him. "Good night," he said as he turned on the lamp beside my bed and walked to the door, turning the main light in the room off. The fire was going, leaving a faint glow in the room with the lamp and moon light shining in from the windows.

I'm not even sure what kind of food was in this soup I played around with it with my spoon and just picked the tray up and set it back on the bed side table. I didn't want to eat it. I reached over to turn the lamp off and rearranged the pillows to my liking I curled up into a ball on my side that faced the moon and the tears started to fall from my eyes again.