by J.B.
 

Jennie first met Ruth at the fitness club she used for her workouts in the early morning.  She was a keen runner but she found Ruth already working hard on one of the treadmills when she arrived at around six in the morning.  Jennie was tall and she had a lean figure but in her black lycra cutaway slip and sports bra Ruth was one of the most beautiful women Jennie had ever set eyes on.  Ruth's toned and sculptured figure was a joy to behold and she moved her body beautifully as she kept to a steady eight minutes to the mile on the machine.

Jennie got onto the next treadmill and opened the conversation.

"Hi, I haven't see you here before"

"No, I've only just arrived in town and I joined the club yesterday.  I like the opening hours, since I like to work out really early and not every club stays open all night" replied Ruth, slightly out of breath.  "If you don't mind, however, I'd rather not talk since I want to keep my speed up".

Ruth ran for another thirty minutes before she eventually got off the treadmill, moved over to the resistance machines and gave herself a thorough workout for the following hour.  In this time Jennie was able to ran six miles and do some work with the free weights.  By a quarter past seven both girls were dressing in the changing room.

"You work out pretty impressively, I must say" commented Jennie.

"Thanks, I'm proud of my body but it needs a lot or work to keep it in shape" responded Ruth.  "You're in pretty good shape yourself but you to need to run further.  How many miles do you do in the week?"

"I suppose about twenty" replied Jennie.  "I come in four days a week at six and that's as much as I can get in."

"Why don't you start when I do at five and we could run together.  That will really get your mileage up" remarked Ruth.

Jennie was not sure if she would be able to manage to run for an hour and a half continuously but she resolved not to show her uncertainty and said "OK, I'm game to try, but I may have trouble to start with."

"That's fine, I'll see you tomorrow then at shortly before five" replied Ruth, gathering up her sports bag to leave.

This started Ruth's and Jennie's relationship, which grew ever closer as the two girls worked out together more and more intensively.  Jennie was a graphic designer who worked from her computer at home, whereas Ruth was a security officer in an insurance company.  Ruth often left the fitness club for work in her uniform and she looked very smart indeed in it, albeit a little like a police officer.

Ruth worked out every morning except for Sunday and Jennie started to do the same.  At the start Jennie had real difficulty keeping up a steady pace on the treadmill for so long but gradually her body adjusted to the additional training.  She lost weight and started to look anorexically thin.  However, her muscle-tone improved and she bought a cutaway slip similar to Ruth's to show her body off better.  Ruth and Jennie spotted for each other on the machines and progressively increased the weights.  Ruth pushed Jennie unceasingly to improve her performance and Jennie responded to the pressure, so that within three months her lean muscular body was beginning to approach Ruth's in appearance.

One morning Ruth mentioned to Jennie that a friend had offered her the use of a small cottage in the mountains for a weekend.  Ruth had stayed in the cottage before and it was great as a base for open-air running.  "I'd be very happy if you could join me there for a long weekend.  We could do some super working out and have a great time together" she said.  Jennie agreed immediately and they made plans for Ruth to pick Jennie up from her apartment a couple of weekends later on.

On the Friday morning of their trip Jennie packed some running gear suitable for mountain conditions into a bag together with a few casual clothes and waited for Ruth to collect her.  Ruth appeared at the door in a pair of jeans so tight that they looked like a second skin, over which she wore a short denim jacket.  Jennie's clothes were less revealing but she nevertheless looked attractive in a  pair of dark trousers and a yellow pullover.

The two girls went downstairs to Ruth's car and started their ride, which took around four hours.  Towards the end of the journey they reached a very remote area covered in pine trees and the proper road ended in a mountain track, just wide enough for Ruth's car to wend its way up the side of the mountain.  Eventually Ruth drove the car off the track towards what looked like a small shack.

"Here we are.  It's not the Ritz but it will be great for a weekend" said Ruth, parking the car and getting a couple of suitcases out of the back.  Jennie had imagined a pretty cottage with flowers and the stark unwelcoming appearance of the shack worried her a little.  However, she kept her thoughts to herself and followed Ruth to the door of the shack, carrying her bag with her.

Ruth unlocked the door and they entered the building, which was larger than it had appeared at first sight.  There were two small bedrooms, a tiny shower-room, a kitchen, and a dining area with a simple table and four chairs.   However, the cottage was reasonably warm and it was evident that there was some kind of heating.  Between the kitchen and the dining area there was a door which opened onto a tiny lobby in which it was possible to hang up coats and Jennie saw a flight of steps leading downwards.

"Where do the steps go?" asked Jennie, peering into the darkness.

"Oh, it's just a junk room down there.  I think it's used for skis and things like that" replied Ruth.  "Let's unload our stuff and then we can have some coffee".  She filled an electric kettle up with water and switched it on.

Ruth and Jennie brought in their food for the weekend and set it down on the kitchen table.  Ruth made coffee and the two girls sat at the dining room table.

"I'm quite tired after the journey" remarked Ruth.  "Shall we have a rest and then get together in about an hour?"

"That's a good idea" replied Jennie.  "It will give us a chance to unpack our things."

Jennie drank up her coffee and took her bag into one of the two small bedrooms.  It was clean but very basic.  However, the bed was comfortable and Jennie realised when lay down on it that she really was quite sleepy, perhaps because of the altitude and the mountain air.  After a little while she drifted off to sleep and she was surprised to find that when she next looked at her watch over an hour had passed.  She got up, opened the door into went through into the dining area.

Ruth was nowhere to be seen but on the table was a metal object. Jennie picked it up and looked at it.  She discovered on closer scrutiny that it was a pair of handcuffs of a type where the two sections seemed to be rigidly connected together as opposed to having a chain.   Jennie knew that Ruth worked in security and she assumed that Ruth had simply left the handcuffs on the table by mistake.  Nevertheless, she was intrigued and slightly apprehensive.

Jennie heard footsteps on the stairs from the cellar and Ruth appeared in the doorway.  "Hi, did you sleep well?" she asked, putting a metal box down on the table.  "I've been exploring downstairs.  It's quite interesting but I'm not sure what's it's been used for."

"Yes thanks" replied Jennie.  "Forgive my asking, but are those things handcuffs?"

"Oh yes" said Ruth.  "Remember, I work in security and I'm never ever without them.  You never know when they'll come in handy.  They're police-grade rigid handcuffs and they're escape-proof.  You wouldn't be able to release yourself even if I left the keys on the table.  People have tried and you can't imagine the trouble they get themselves into."

"That's fascinating" commented Jennie.  "I find it very hard to believe that nobody can get out of them once they're on.  Is it that hard?"

"Try for yourself" responded Ruth.  "I'm sure if I put them on you you'll be helpless.

"I'm not sure I want to try" said Jennie.  "However, it's all very interesting."

"We've got plenty of time" remarked Ruth.  "Think it over"

Ruth opened a bottle of wine she had brought with her and the girls prepared themselves a simple supper of spaghetti and salad.  Ruth pushed the metal box and the handcuffs to one end of the table, to make room for the glasses and plates, and as soon as the food was hot they enjoyed their meal.  After they had finished they sat together, drinking up the rest of the bottle of wine.  However, Jennie found herself feeling more and more uneasy and after a while she felt she had to say something.

"Couldn't you put those handcuffs away?  They give me bad vibes", she said.

Ruth looked at her.  "Why?  They're the tools of my trade and I like to have them around.  They make me feel safe and it's nice to know that I can defend myself if I need to do so."

"I'm really intrigued about what you've said about them", said Jennie. "I'd like to try them out but I'm terrified.  If you put them away then I'll forget all about them but as long as they're on the table looking at me I feel almost compelled to ask you to put me into them."

"Don't be so cowardly, Jennie" replied Ruth harshly.  "I use them all the time and there's nothing to be frightened of.  I think you should take yourself in hand and take the plunge."  There was absolute silence in the room and the two girls looked at each other across the table for a good minute.  Jennie sensed a lump in her throat and she felt a little sick.  It was however clear to her that she was going to give in at some stage.

Jennie came to a decision.  "Alright, if you say so then I'll try"

"OK" said Ruth.  "Stand up and turn around, please.  Then put your hands behind your back with the palms facing outwards."  Jennie did as she was told and she heard Ruth get up from the table and move around to behind her.  Jennie suddenly felt the constriction of metal on each wrist at the place between her hand and the wrist-bone.  Ruth snapped the handcuffs on tightly and Jennie drew breath because of the pain.

"They really hurt.  Please take them off" Jennie cried.  "I didn't realise how painful they would be."

"Handcuffs aren't made to be comfortable, Jennie.  The pain will subside once your wrists get used to the feel.  Just stick it out for a little while.  If you like, go through into the bedroom and lie on the bed, since that will allow you to rest your hands" suggested Ruth, looking at Jennie directly.

It was clear that Ruth was not going to give in, so Jennie walked through into the bedroom and with some difficulty managed to lie down on the bed.  Ruth shut the bedroom door and Jennie heard noises in the other room, but eventually it was silent. She found that by lying on her side she could ease the pressure on her wrists, so that the pain became more bearable, but it was difficult to relax.

Time passed but Jennie couldn't see her watch to find out how late is was.  After a while she managed to lever herself off the bed,  She walked over to the bedroom door and tried to grip the door handle but she found this impossible and after several attempts to open the door she gave up, since the door was evidently locked.  Jennie called out Ruth's name but there was no reply.    She shouted Ruth's name louder and asked her to come but still there was no reply.  It was eventually clear that Ruth intended to leave her to suffer alone, so she returned to the bed and managed to find a more or less comfortable position.  She suspected that she might have dropped off to sleep since suddenly she was jolted into awareness by Ruth opening the door and coming into the room.

"Well, how are you feeling?" she heard Ruth say.

"It's very painful and I wish you'd take the handcuffs off now" pleaded Jennie.

"You know, convicts who are transported from one prison to another have to wear them a lot longer than this, so I don't think you've got much to complain of" retorted Ruth.  "In a few minutes I'm going to go to bed and I don't want your walking around during the night waking me up, so I'm going to fix you up a little more securely.   I'll be back in a few minutes" and with these words Ruth left the room and shut the door.

This was a side of Ruth's character that Jennie had never experienced and she found it frightening but at the same time rather exciting.  She wondered what was going to happen to her now but she resolved that she would accept whatever was coming with fortitude.  She would never allow Ruth to humiliate her.

The door opened again.  "Get up please and come with me" instructed Ruth.  Jennie got to her feet and followed Ruth, who took her through the door which led to the stairs, holding a powerful flashlight in her hand.

"Be careful you don't trip.  I'll be behind you and I'll hold your arm in case you slip"

Jennie went carefully down the steps.  When she reached the bottom she saw two doors in front of her.  Ruth opened one of these and guided Jennie through into the room beyond.  It had clearly been intended to be some kind of storeroom but an iron grille divided the space into two sections.  There was a barred gate in the grille and Ruth shoved Jennie hard through the opening, so that she lost her footing, and then pulled the gate shut with a clang and padlocked it.

Ruth grinned at Jennie through the bars.  "The friend who's lent me this place used to keep dangerous dogs up here and she had this room altered as a lock-up for them at night.  I've always thought it would be ideal as a prison cell.  Don't you think so?"

Jennie looked in despair at Ruth.  "How long are you going to keep me here?" she asked.

"I haven't decided yet, but certainly I think you should stay the night here in chains.  It will do you good and I think that by morning you'll start to like being a prisoner.  However, if you want to be let out then you're going to have to let me chain your feet.  Sit on the floor here where I've put the rubber mat down and stretch out your legs so that I can put leg-irons on your ankles through the bars."

Jennie did as she was told and she saw that Ruth had brought the metal box with her from the dining area.  Ruth opened the box and took out what looked like a pair of oversize handcuffs.  She snapped these onto Jennie's ankles and then padlocked them with a short chain to the bars.  The leg-irons were not absolutely rigid and they appeared to have a hinge instead for connecting her feet together.  Jennie realised nevertheless that she would not be able to stand up and that she was in for a very uncomfortable night.

"There's a blanket over there and also a bucket for your natural functions.  Make sure you don't tip it over when you use it or you'll get very wet" advised Ruth and with these words she turned on her heel and left the room, pulling the door shut behind her.  Jennie heard a key turn in the lock and she knew that she was handcuffed and chained in a locked barred cell with no possibility of escape.  It was pitch dark and there was not a glimmer of light.

At the start Jennie was calm but then panic overtook her and she started to scream loudly.  However, there was absolutely no response and Jennie realised that Ruth had no intention of granting her any mercy.  She lay on her side on the rug and tried to find a comfortable position.  Her thumbs had become numb and the pain in her wrists gradually subsided, but her shoulders ached in the constrained position.  She drifted off to sleep from time to time but was regularly woken up by the pain in her ankles or wrists if she made the wrong movement.  She felt completely calm and although she was frightened she did not panic any more.  Gradually she became accustomed to the imprisonment and she began to realise what it was like to be incarcerated in a dark dungeon.   She felt that she now knew why monks and nuns shut themselves away and the kind of peace which the enforced isolation produced.  She managed to make use of the bucket once but it was very difficult indeed to pull her slacks back up again afterwards and she allowed them to remain loose and undone.

Jennie awoke from sleep suddenly, her eyes dazzled by the light of the flashlight as she saw Ruth standing on the other side of the barred partition.

"It's early morning, so I thought I'd check on you" said Ruth.  "How are you making out?"

"I've managed to sleep a little, but it's pretty uncomfortable" replied Jennie.

"How about staying down here a little longer?" asked Ruth.  Jennie stared silently at her captor for at least a minute and it was eventually Ruth who broke the silence.  "You can't make your mind up, can you?" she commented "and that means you're not yet ready to come out.  I'll come back at midday and see how you are."

"OK, but do you think I could have a drink?" asked Jennie.

"Absolutely no way" replied Ruth smiling at her.  "A little starvation and thirst will do you no harm at all.  I'll think about bringing you a drink when I next come done but until then you'll have to put up with it" and with these words she disappeared through the door, which she locked behind her.  Jennie heard Ruth's feet ascending the stairs and the darkness enveloped her again.

Jennie could hear Ruth moving around upstairs and this gave her some comfort, since at least there was somebody around to look after her.  She tried relaxing on the floor completely and after a while she drifted off to sleep for the second time.  She had no idea of time and she lay in the darkness wondering how long she would be chained up and what would happen to her before she was released.  She found herself sensing that solitary confinement was good psychologically and that maybe incarceration from time to time would be beneficial for her.  Certainly, she was experiencing a feeling of calm which she had never had before.

Jennie heard footsteps on the stairs and the door opened.  Ruth entered once again with the flashlight and sat down on the floor just on the other side of the bars.

"You're getting the idea, aren't you" remarked Ruth smiling.  "I always thought you'd be up for it and I'm rarely wrong about these things, but would you like me to make things a little tougher?  You look a little too comfortable there on the floor."

Jennie turned Ruth's question over in her mind.  She realised by now that Ruth was right and that she needed the punishment, but she was frightened of what an escalation would bring.

"Do I have a choice?" she asked.

"It's really up to you, but you've done pretty well so far and I'd be most disappointed if you let me down" replied Ruth.

Jennie looked at Ruth through the bars and made her mind up.  "I don't really think I have a choice and since you've got me down here then I suppose you had better toughen things up."

Ruth stood up. "For the time being I'm going to do absolutely nothing extra" she said picking up the flashlight.  "I'm going to leave you just as you are for another twenty four hours, so that you're really softened up.  Then I'll see what the next step will be."

"What about a drink?" asked Jennie.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing at the moment.  I want you to suffer hunger and thirst for a while, as well as being chained up" was Ruth's unheeding response as she crossed over to the door.  This time Jennie saw Ruth disappearing up the stairs but the door remained open, so that a little light penetrated the cell.

Jennie lay on her back and thought things through.  She was not really suffering from hunger but she did feel thirsty and her mouth was dry.  However, despite the pain of the manacles she had begun to relish her situation and she began to appreciate her own masochistic tendencies.  In addition, she started to realise the extent to which that she needed to submit to Ruth's kind of domination.  She had forced herself to keep up with Ruth's workouts and she craved Ruth's approbation.  If Ruth wanted to lock her up then so be it.

After what seemed to be a very long time Ruth came down the stairs, carrying a plastic mug.  "Here's some water for you if you want it" she said.

Jennie looked longingly at the mug.   "How do I hold it" she asked.

"That's your problem" responded Ruth with a smile as she reached through the bars and put the mug on the floor.  "If you can't pick it up then you'll stay thirsty, won't you!"

Jennie turned on her side and tried to ease herself into a position in which her mouth could reach the mug.  All she did was to knock the mug over, so that the water spilt out onto the floor.

"It's not so easy, is it" commented Ruth nastily.  "You'll have to do better than that if you're not going to die of thirst.  I'll bring you some more water in a little while and if you're lucky I may help you to drink it.  Just get used to the feeling of dependence.  You can't do anything without my help."

Jennie stared at Ruth bleakly.  "I know that you're the boss but please show me just a little mercy" she pleaded. "I'll submit to anything reasonable but help me to get through this ordeal."

"I realise it's a tough for you but it's what you've needed for some time and I'm not releasing you yet.  Next time I come down I'm going to bring a rubber mask and then we'll see how you make out once your breathing is restricted.  That will really concentrate your mind.  Meanwhile you can rot here until I'm ready for you.  Tomorrow I'm going to whip you, since I want you to learn what real corporal punishment is like.  Once we're back in the city you'll be completely subordinated to me and that's the way I want it.  How does that grab you?"

Ruth's cutting words terrified Jennie but at the same time she realised that this was precisely what she craved.

"If that's what you want , then alright" replied Jennie quietly.

"Good, you've got the message" remarked Ruth as she reached in behind the bars, retrieved the empty mug, got up and left the room, this time once again shutting the door firmly behind her and locking it.  The handcuffs starting to bite into Jennie's wrists again and the pain in her shoulders seemed to be getting worse.  She tried to relax again but kept thinking about the rubber mask and what it would be like.  Would she be able to breath and what would happen if the air-flow got cut off?  Terrifying thoughts ran through her mind and she panicked.  She screamed repeatedly but nothing happened.  The attack subsided after a short while and Jennie started to think rationally again.   She put her face to the floor and managed to lick up a little of the split water.  It was like nectar and she relished every drop.

Jennie realised that things were never going to the same again and that Ruth was going to take her life over.  The feeling of helplessness and subordination was not unpleasant and Jennie started to appreciate the extent to which she trusted Ruth. She could not imagine that Ruth would really allow anything irretrievable to happen and she started to relax again, so that she once again drifted off to sleep.  When Jennie woke up there was still not a sound from upstairs and she wondered if Ruth had gone to bed again.  The absolute quiet was unnerving and Jennie suddenly thought that maybe something had happened to Ruth, so that she would starve to death in the cell.  This time however she managed to keep control of herself and she was able to prevent another panic-attack.

After what seemed to be a very long time footsteps were once again audible overhead and Jennie was immensely relieved to realise that she had not been left to rot for ever.  However, it was clear that Ruth had no intention of coming down to her yet and Jennie wondered what she was doing upstairs.  Jennie started trying to count seconds and then minutes, to work out how the time was passing.  After she reckoned that around an hour had passed she heard noises on the staircase and Ruth once again came into the cell with the flashlight.

"I promised you a mask and here it is "said Ruth, holding out a shiny black object.  "I'll show you how it works.  I put it over your head, force your mouth into this projection inside and then zip it up from the back.  You'll be able to breath through the tube in the projection but I'll then pump it up so that it fills your mouth up and gags you.  You won't be able to speak or see, since the mask has no eyeholes, and you won't be able to breath through your nose.  However, I need to chain you up much more tightly, so that you can't struggle and possibly suffocate yourself.  I'm going to unlock the door and come in but you won't be able to move much because of the leg-irons."

Ruth removed the padlock from the barred door, unlocked the chain which fastened the leg-irons to the grille and helped Jennie sit up.  Then Jennie felt something metallic and cold on her neck and what seemed to be a steel collar was snapped into place and locked.  Ruth padlocked this to the bars with a chain and then unlocked the leg-irons.  She then pulled Jennie carefully around so that she was sitting with her back leaning against the bars.  The collar was pulled back against the bars and locked to them with yet another padlock.  Jennie had to remain absolutely still, since the slightest movement half throttled her, and she then felt Ruth pulling her wrists back tightly back to the bars, so that the handcuffs could be locked in place.

"Right, we're now ready for the mask" said Ruth and Jennie felt the latex rubber material being pulled over her face, so that she could hardly breath.  Ruth forced the projection into Jennie's mouth, secured the mask under Jennie's chin with what felt like a strap and then Jennie felt the mask enclosing her face tightly as Ruth zipped it up.  Jennie could see nothing and she was only able to breath through her mouth.  Then she felt her mouth being filled up by the rubber gag as it was pumped up.  She was unable to speak and all she could do was to make small moans.  She could hear very little although she realised that Ruth was near at hand.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you in this for ever" said Ruth, her mouth close enough to Jennie's right ear that she could be heard through the rubber "but you're going to have to stand it for an hour or so.  I've brought a book down with me and I'm going to read while you suffer."

There was absolute silence in the cell as Jennie sat in the constrained position, trying to keep calm.  She breathed in and out regularly and she found that although the mask was highly constrictive there was no risk of asphyxiation.  She realised however that Ruth had been right to chain her up tightly, since a false movement could easily have put Jennie into a position which would have blocked the flow of air.  Jennie's face started to ache because the latex-material was pulled really tightly over her cheeks and it was painful where the gag was pumped up under the roof of her mouth.  She tried to make a noise to attract Ruth's attention but nothing came out except a groan.  There was absolutely no response from Ruth and Jennie had really no idea if she was still in the room or not.

After what seemed to Jennie to be an age she felt the air being let out of the gag and the mask was carefully removed from her head.

"Well, Jennie, have you decided to subordinate yourself to me?" asked Ruth derisively from behind the bars.  "I expect you to give in to me absolutely from now on, since otherwise I'll have to apply even tougher treatment.  You're going to do precisely and exactly what I command and it's not going to be easy for you.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ruth" replied Jennie quietly.  "I realise what I'm up against and I can't hold out against you.  Simply tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

"First of all I want you to move into my apartment, since I don't want you to have much freedom in future and you're going to be chained up every night when you go to bed    Secondly, I don't like the way you dress.  You're going to wear really short miniskirts in future and I'm never going to let you wear slacks.  I also want your shoulders bare whenever you're indoors.  You can wear a cutaway jersey but your arms and shoulders must be naked.  You're also going to wear high heels and look like a lady.   I don't like long hair, so I want it cut short and coloured black, and you're to have decent acrylic nails.  We'll go out together and everyone will know we're partners"

Jennie felt very apprehensive at the thought of what she was going to have to do but she realised that there was no way out.  "What are you going to do with me now?" she asked.

"I'm going to remove the neck collar and I'll handcuff your hands in front of you, so that things are slightly easier.  However, I think you need to get used to the idea of imprisonment, since you're going to get a lot of it in the future.  You're going to stay down here for a further twenty four hours without either food or drink, since I want you starved and really dehydrated before I start on corporal punishment.  Then I'm going to give you fifty lashes with an extremely unpleasant whip I've brought with me.  After that I'll give you a little food and take you back to the city but you're going to be in handcuffs for the whole journey.  When we reach my apartment I'm going to chain you up there for the night and I'll give you just enough to eat so that you can work out with me tomorrow morning.  You're to move out of your own apartment into mine within a week and you can work from mine.  Except when we go out or work out together you're going to be chained up continually.  Get used to the idea that you've lost your freedom for good and unless you're absolutely obedient I'll beat the hell out of you until you comply."

Jennie felt faint at the prospect but nevertheless she appreciated that this was what she really needed.  Ruth rearranged the manacles so that Jennie was a little more comfortable and stood up.

"There's nothing to eat or drink for twenty four hours and I'm not going to come down here again until I'm ready to flog you" said Ruth before she left the cell, locking the door behind her.  Jennie was once again in complete darkness and she remained this way for what seemed to be unending incarceration.  Gradually the hunger and the thirst became the most important problems.  She got terrible stomach-pains and her mouth became more and more parched.   Eventually however Ruth appeared again and gave Jennie some water and a little bread.  She then unlocked the leg irons and helped Jennie to stand up.

Slowly Ruth helped her victim up the stairs and out into the open air, guiding her into a shed a few feet from the shack, which had clearly at one time been used to garage a car.  Jennie saw to her horror a motor-driven hoist fixed to a beam, below which a chain had been fitted.  Ruth padlocked Jennie's handcuffs to the chain and started the hoist, which slowly raised Jennie's hands above her head.  The handcuffs tore into her wrists as she was pulled up, so that he just her toes were touching the ground.  The pain was indescribable and Jennie screamed out in terror.

"Here's the whip and you're going to take fifty lashes on your bare back" and with these words Ruth took a pair of scissors to cut off Jennie's clothes, so that they fell to the ground in a heap leaving Jennie completely naked.  Ruth then showed Jennie the riding whip and started to flog here hard on her upper back, leaving livid marks which started bleeding freely.  Jeannie screamed repeatedly but there was no respite until fifty lashes had been administered.  Then Ruth let Jennie down and brought one of the track suits which she had intended for running in the mountains.  She fitted the metal collar around Jennie's neck again and locked it to the hoist.  Only then were the handcuffs removed for long enough for the garment to be put on, after which Ruth pulled Jennie's arms behind her back so that she could fit the handcuffs again tightly to her wrists.  She then took a chain and passed it around Jennie's waist, allowing the free end of the chain to fall down to Jennie's feet

"Breath in" Ruth commanded and as soon as Jennie did so she locked the chain tightly into place around Jennie's waist with a padlock which also pulled the handcuffs firmly into the small of her back.  Jennie then felt leg irons being fitted again and locked to a free end of the chain.

"I'm an expert at this" explained Ruth.  "You're now chained up as a prisoner for transportation and you've absolutely no hope of escape.  We're going inside and I'm going to feed you a little.  Then we'll get on our way back to town" and with these words she let down the hoist and unlocked the collar, guiding Jennie back into the shack.

Ruth had to feed Jennie bite by bite, since there was no way in which she could handle the food with her hands chained behind her back, but Jennie enjoyed every mouthful of the cheese sandwich given to her.  Then Ruth took Jennie to the car and eased her in onto the back seat.  Jennie managed to get moderately comfortable and Ruth started the car and drove down the mountain, making their way slowly back to the city.  Eventually the car pulled up at Ruth's apartment.  Ruth looked up and down the street to make sure that nobody could see her getting Jennie out of the car and then guided Jennie upstairs.

Ruth opened the door into her apartment and took Jennie into the guest bedroom.  Then she pushed Jennie down onto the floor, padlocked her with a short chain to a radiator and left the room, turning the light out as she closed the door.  Jennie lay on the carpet, wondering how low she would have to remain there but in fact it was not until early the following morning that Ruth came back into the room.

"I think you've suffered enough for one weekend and you now know who's the boss.  Are you now prepared to do everything I tell you?".  Jennie nodded and Ruth unlocked the manacles. The two girls left the apartment for their workout, although Jennie had difficulty with it since she was so tired.

Jennie moved into Ruth's apartment a week later and the two girls have lived together ever since.  Jennie sleeps every night in a cage which Ruth has bought for the purpose.  During the day Jennie sits working at her graphics computer. She wears handcuffs and leg-irons connected together by a chain.  These have security-locks with special keys, so that she has no hope of removing them and for obvious reasons she can't leave the apartment without Ruth.  If the girls go out together in the evening Jennie looks extremely glamorous in her microscopic black skirt, high-heeled shoes and long brilliantly lacquered fingernails.  Jennie and Ruth are very happy together and it is rare that Ruth has to whip Jennie nowadays, although sometimes she does so simply for fun, so that Jennie knows who's in charge.
 

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