In handcuffs and chains, I am locked in the cellar. It is part of my punishment and I am reconciled to it. Fortunately, I am allowed to smoke during my stay in the cellar. The cellar is cold, but I'm warmly dressed. I am wearing a shiny down jacket, PVC leggings, boots and leather gloves. My husband lights my cigarette and leaves. I stay alone ... My immobilization is thorough this time, I really feel like a prisoner. Chain around my neck, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, chains ... Locked in steel, I smoke a cigarette and try not to think of my punishment.