Cheyenne had always did what she wanted, when she wanted. If anything, she at least had the illusion of control. Cheyenne now stood totally helpless, a prisoner to man she barely knew. She felt humiliated standing naked before him.
Rick reached up and unhooked Cheyenne from the eye hook that restrained her arms above her head.
"I want you to kneel in front of me. I need to address some issues and I will be totally honest with you. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," Cheyenne said very softly.
She felt relieved to be no longer restrained with her arms above her head. Still, she was naked, hand cuffed and her mind working overtime in what Rick had in store for her.
Rick knelt in front of her and held Chey's cuffed hands. "I'm going to be honest with you, I do not like your attitude, or the way you treat your mother and others with disrespect."
"But.,,," Chey tried to interrupt.
"Be quiet. I will let you know when you may talk. It is time for you to take responsibility for your actions. You are here to learn respect for yourself and others. As you earn that respect, you will be rewarded. Cross me in any way, and we will return to square one and your punishment will match any disobedience."
"You will be given assignments every day that you are here. I may not always be here to watch over you, but the assignments must be done just the same."
Rick stood up and helped Cheyenne to her feet.
"Just in case that you are curious, the doors are double dead bolt locks. The windows are secured shut also."
Rick led Chey to the door, "Should you manage to get out side, the temperature right now is 21 degrees."
Rick led Cheyenne outside naked onto the deck. He unhooked her left wrist and re-hooked it around the railing. Cheyenne winced as the cold seemed to cut right through her.
"Please stop, I won't .,,,,,,,"
"Quiet," Rick said as he walked back indoors leaving Cheyenne standing naked in the winter air. "And don't bother screaming. There is no one around."
Two minutes later Rick returned and unlocked Chey's cuffs.
"Thank you," Cheyenne cried.
"Thank you, what?"
"Thank you Sir,"
Rick grabbed her by the un-cuffed wrist and led her back into the warm house. "You're learning."
Cheyenne followed Rick up the stairs around the corner to the bathroom. The tub was filling with hot water and the mirrors were beginning to steam up.
"I want you to take a long bath. This time I want you to wash, and shave those fucking hairy legs!"
Rick helped Chey to the tub and gently she lowered herself in. Rick again re-cuffed Cheyenne's wrists together and left the room.
Chey melted into the hot water and began to relax. Right now, it didn't matter that she was a prisoner, she was warm. She ran the warm washcloth over her body and washed what areas of her body that she could reach. She reached for the shaving cream and lathered up her right leg. Cheyenne knew that it had been a long time since she had taken the time and cleaned herself up. It had been months since she shaved her legs.
As Chey struggled with the razer and the hand cuffs, she felt a warm feeling come over her body. Maybe it was the warm water. But she was starting to feel aroused.
After shaving her left leg, Cheyenne laid back in the tub and enjoyed the warm water surrounding her body. She found her hands between her legs gently touching her labia.
Cheyenne felt like she was doing something wrong, but she couldn't stop. The warm water on her clit as she rubbed it back and forth was exhilarating.
"What are you doing?" Rick asked as he walked in on her masturbating.
