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        Jenny's first step. (part 1)        ---------------------------



So, you want to act out our joint fantasies tonight ?   To make the
dreams real ?   ...well, just bear one thing in mind...I may hold the
other end of this chain, but _you_ locked it around your neck and
surrendered it to me.  Yours was the act of submission, yours the
first step that cannot be retraced.  You placed yourself at my
disposal, now you must accept whatever consequences I choose.  I say
this, not to elicit your agreement - you're in no position to disagree
now - merely to ensure that you fully understand your situation.

The chain tightens, Jenny.  A steel band, cold on your throat, draws
you toward the dark, one step at a time.  What lies ahead ?  Should
you resist, now, or is it too late ?  Of course it is.  A step nearer.
Choose how you will go - head up, defiant and proud, or struggling and
uselessly screaming.  Another step. The manner of your going is the
only choice you have, now.  However you do it, you're going into the
darkness. One step left.  Tell me how it feels.  Speak, while you
still can, Jenny. No more steps. The dark takes you.


"I feel a tight little knot in the pit of my stomach, and my skin
tingles all over.  The chain is cold, hard and very heavy on my neck.
Why is such a heavy chain needed to bind a weak and helpless girl?  I
have to struggle to keep up and keep some slack in the chain
because, with my hands bound behind me, I can't pull against it or
avoid its harsh tugs in any way."


That "tingling" is the cool air flowing in from the entrance, stirring
those little light hairs on your bare skin.  It won't bother you long,
don't worry, because the door is silently closing behind you.  It's a
very heavy door, thick and secure, moving on well-oiled hinges.
There's a soft 'thump' as it settles into its jamb, and the
distinctive sound of a heavy lock sliding home into a tempered steel
socket.   There's only one key for this door.  I have it.

It's very quiet, now the door is shut. Outside sounds don't penetrate,
nor will any sound from inside be heard beyond the door, even if
anyone were there to hear.  Your own breathing sounds like a rushing
wind, the soft clink of the chain rings as loud as bells on a winter
night.  Short echoes return from around you, but give no clues as to
who, or what may be in the shadows.

The weight of the chain ? The chain is not to bind your body, Jenny,
but to bind your mind.  A simple dog-leash would suffice to guide and
restrain you, like the pet you are to become, but the cold grip of
steel and the downward drag of the links serve to make you very aware
that you are totally captive, body and spirit.   At each reluctant
step, your neck feels the tension of supporting the metal, and your
own muscles constantly tell you of your helplessness, of the
inequality of the struggle.

You may relax now, at least as much as you can.  The pulling has
stopped.  Unaccustomed to the darkness, you sense, rather than see,
movement near you, as you stand, shifting your weight uncertainly from
one foot to the other.  The angle of the chain swings sharply upward,
and a soft 'snap' tells you it has been secured to something close
overhead, effectively limiting your movements to a very small radius.

Suddenly, something touches your bare arm !    You gasp and leap
forward, brought up sharply by the chain.  You twist away, but someone
is holding your roped wrists firmly, circling them with something
else... not cold, like the chain, not coarse and cutting like the
crude rope that binds them now.... soft, smooth, not unpleasant on the
skin.... leather cuffs, Jenny, stronger and safer than rope or steel,
to hold you firmly without damaging your skin over a longer period.
After all, over the length of time you are to be here, I have to
consider the long-term.  I need to keep you in good condition to serve
me well.