Our uncle and a handsome visitor

From the hallway that snakes around this very room, I glance to see an unfamiliar face. There is some resemblance to Aunt Lena, but I can't be too sure in the dim lighting. He rounds the room and approaches me. He locks eyes with me, but only for a second as I drop my gaze. He reaches for my chin and lifts my face up, our eyes meeting once again. “This isn't the feisty one, brother,” he says, clearly not directing his comment to me.

“This is the one with the fire, Aaron,” my uncle says, gesturing to Roxanne who is now awake and locking fierce eyes with both of them.

“Indeed. Yet this one has an underlying submissiveness to her. It's no wonder you are drawn to this one,” the man says, wiping away semi-dry tears from under my eyes. “No taste for me, kind girl," he says to me. He turns on his heel and addresses Roxanne, "As for you, I wonder if you'd hate me enough to like me.”

While the man approaches Roxanne, my uncle rounds the room to tend to me. He whispers into my ear. “Good morning, sweetie,” he greets me with moist breath entering my ear. I feel his fingers on the clasps securing the ball gag in my mouth. After a couple seconds, the leather band loosens and pulls the gag from my mouth. My uncle massages my jaw and asks, “How are you holding up?”

“It was kinda terrifying,” I say, trying to whisper as well. “I don't think I got much sleep.”

“In such a position, you can't really sleep,” he mentions as he removes the weights from my legs. “But you managed to stay upright. And to that I'm glad to say you did well.”

I give an uneasy smile as he continues removing the rope from my legs. Once there is no more rope on my lower extremities, he picks me up from the spine of the wooden horse and drapes me over his shoulder like I'm a bag of rice. As I'm carried out of the underground room, I can hear echoes of slaps and moans, though in my position, as my long hair falls and covers my face, I can't see much. I can imagine that Roxanne is getting a punishment of some kind or she is getting what she has been asking for all this time, just from a different source.

I feel my uncle and I ascend the stairs into the closet of the pool house. He takes me out, immediately making me feel the cool, crisp morning air across all of my exposed skin. This coldness is short-lived and we are soon back in the warmth of the house. I'm carried into the kitchen and my buttocks sat upon the counter. “Wait here, lovely,” my uncle says and goes over to the dining table to retrieve some covered dishes. He returns and uncovers one, a bowl of cubed watermelon. He starts to eat some but doesn't raise any pieces to my mouth.

It's not until I ask, “May I some watermelon, Uncle Nathan?” does he stop feeding himself and considers me.

“Just Nathan is fine, Charlene. Took you long enough to figure out what I was doing,” he mentions.

“I'm nothing but helpless with my hands tied behind my back and I figure you are everything to me in this kind of relationship. Like a dog and its owner,” I explain in my own words.

“You never cease to amaze me, Charlene,” he says with gladness on his face. He picks up a large piece of watermelon and brings it to my mouth. He commands, “Open wide,” and I open my mouth, wide enough to accommodate the piece he's presenting me. I feel the juicy cube of watermelon land on my tongue and his fingers leave my mouth, telling me to bite down and consume the fruit. I'm re-hydrated, especially since I had that ball gag in mouth for hours on end. He repeats, placing about a dozen more pieces into my mouth. After I've had my fill, he asks, “Now what do you say, Charlene?”

“Thank you for the food, Nathan,” I say as he wipes the juice from my mouth.

“Some masters might have you address them as Sir, but I'm not like some masters. I'm your uncle and I say we have a special kind of relationship,” he explains as he picks me up once again. I feel him carry me to a different part of the house. We don't ascend any stairs, but we do go down a rather long hallway. At the end is a door, which he opens. He enters the room beyond it and places me on my feet. I can finally see where he has taken me.