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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment Pt.2 (Mf, bond, cons, rom)
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The Commitment

By Dingo_Dave  <dingo_dave@email.com>



******************************************************
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following story
is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO
NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express,
written permission of the author.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone either alive or
dead is purely coincidental.
******************************************************

Chapter 2       The Trip Home

Sally was glad that it was dark out as they walked to Paul's car. Paul
opened the door for Sally and helped her into the bucket seat. He then took
the key out of his pocket and removed the cuff from Sally's right wrist.

Sally was surprised that he was releasing her, though she was sad at the
same time. It had really not been that bad, wearing handcuffs, and it sure
was making her horny. But instead of releasing her left wrist, Paul pulled
the cuff, and her hand, between the seats and around the back of the seat.
Her right wrist was firmly pulled around the other side of the seat. She
heard, as well as felt, the ratcheting sound as the cuff closed around her
right wrist again.

"There you go, and of course we have to keep you safe," Paul commented, and
he pulled the seatbelt across her lap and between her breasts, to then latch
it securely.

Sally could not believe it. Paul was closing the door and her hands were now
cuffed securely behind the seat. She could not reach anything and she could
not even lean forward. She struggled with the cuffs as Paul walked around
the car, but it was no use. She was firmly affixed to the seat. Paul got in
and looked at her. Sally had never felt so helpless. Paul could do what ever
he wanted, and she could not protect herself at all.

"Your excitement is showing, my dear."

She realized that Paul was staring at her chest. She looked down and saw
that her nipples were very prominent, even through her bra and shirt. With
her hands pulled behind the seat, they also pulled her shoulders back as if
offering her breasts to Paul. As she watched, everything seemed to be in
slow motion. Paul reached for her left nipple, massaged it, and gave it a
tweak. Even though Sally struggled against the cuffs, she was powerless to
stop him. This was very confusing to Sally because, while she was trying to
stop him by her struggles, she also wanted him to never stop. She had never
been as turned on as she was right now.

Paul finally stopped, too soon, but not soon enough - oh, this was so
confusing to Sally. Paul started the car, and Sally hoped that she would not
be seen as they drove through traffic to her downtown apartment building.
Paul parked in the underground garage and turned off the car. Before he got
out, he started to reach for her again but suddenly shifted, and put his
hand in her crotch. Sally instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together,
to block his hand, but it was too late.

"You're very wet my dear. I think that you are enjoying this."

Sally could not bring herself to answer, so she just moaned. Paul came
around the car and removed her seat belt. It took some maneuvering but, by
releasing the seat back, and with a lot of help, she was able to get out of
the car and lift her hands over the back of the seat, without dislocating
her shoulders in the process. She was now standing beside the car, with her
hands still firmly cuffed behind her.

"Come on, my prisoner," Paul said, and he grabbed her upper arm to guide her
towards the elevator.

Paul escorted her by holding her arm, just like the police take their
prisoners to jail. Sally imagined that she had been arrested and was now
being taken, by the corrupt policeman, to be "forced" to confess. She kept
looking around to make sure that they were alone in the garage. She was
relieved when the elevator arrived and was empty. She did not want anyone to
see her like this. When she got into elevator, she suddenly remembered the
camera in the back corner of the elevator. She quickly went to the corner to
try and hide the cuffs, hoping that no one was looking at the screen when
she came in. All they would see, she hoped, was a women getting on the
elevator, holding her hands behind her.

As the elevator rose to her floor, Paul noticed her apprehension. When the
doors opened, he positioned himself right behind her and placed a hand on
each shoulder, completely blocking the camera's view of Sally's backside.
When they got into the apartment, Paul guided her straight to the bedroom.
Paul shut the door and reached around Sally's waist, undid the buckle on her
belt, unbuttoned the waist of her jeans and dropped the zipper. His hand
continued down her crotch until it was centered over her sex, and there, he
caressed her mound.

Sally thought that she would faint from desire and she could feel her orgasm
building. She could never remember being so turned on. Paul stopped, before
she could climax, however. She was panting as he hooked his thumbs in her
pants and with one stroke, pulled both her jeans and panties down to her
ankles. She stepped out of them and her sandals at the same time. Now she
was naked from the waist down. She wondered how he would get her top off,
with the cuffs on. She felt him working with the cuffs. Soon, her hand was
free and she was helping to remove her T- shirt and bra while the remaining
cuff dangled, getting in the way. Now all Sally wore was her jewelry and the
special shinny chrome cuff, still locked on her wrist. She did not protest
as Paul relocked the cuff around her other wrist, in front of her.

Paul quickly shed his clothes and then pushed Sally down on her back in the
middle of the bed. He grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs and then pulled
her hands over her head. He soon was over her chest, his rock hard erection
bobbing, inches from her face. She tried to catch it in her mouth but she
could hardly get her head off the bed, with him on her chest, and her hands
held to the bed over her head. Paul took pity on her, and he leaned forward
so she could reach it. Sally started to work on it with a gusto that she
didn't know she had in her. The way she was working, it did not take long
before she felt it start to twitch. She tried to turn her head, but was not
successful, and got a mouth full of warm, salty sperm that dripped down her
cheek as well.

Amazingly, Paul stayed hard even after coming and he just slid down, until
he was kneeling between Sally's knees. Then, he leaned forward to suck her
hard nipples, one at a time, going from one side to the other and then back.
Sally did not even try to lift her arms, she simply lay there and enjoyed
the sensations flowing through her body. Finally, she felt his dick at the
entrance to her cunt. She tried to scoot down the bed to impale herself on
it, but he grabbed the cuffs and pulled her back up on the bed. When he did
this, Sally felt pain in her wrists where the cuffs dug in as he pulled. She
was amazed, though, that it did not hurt, but turned her on even more. Again
she felt him at her entrance but, this time, she willed herself to lay
still. With agonizing slowness, he inched his way in.

Sally was playing with the cuffs around her wrists, feeling the hardness of
the steel compared to the softness of her skin. Finally, she felt his balls
against her sex. Paul started to piston in and out of her. Sally was glad
that he had already come once, or he would not have been able to last more
than a few strokes. As he pounded her, the sounds of the cuffs and chain
mixed with their panting and moans. Sally could feel her orgasm building,
the tension reached heights that she did not think possible. Finally, the
nerves could store no more, and released. The waves of orgasm rolled over
and over Sally as Paul continued to fuck her. They were still very strong
when Paul let go, and she could actually feel the sperm bathing her womb.

They collapsed into a tangled heap of hot, sweaty, sticky, flesh and steel,
more satisfied than ever before, and too relaxed to move. After a long time,
Paul finally moved to release Sally's hands. Sally got up to go to the
bathroom and relieve her bladder. While she was in the bathroom, she removed
her necklace, rings and earrings. She rejoined Paul in bed, totally nude.
They cuddled, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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Comments?

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The Commitment

By Dingo_Dave  <dingo_dave@email.com>



******************************************************
WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following story
is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO
NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express,
written permission of the author.

DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone either alive or
dead is purely coincidental.
******************************************************

Chapter 3  The Reception

It is amazing how a simple necklace had bought back such a vivid memory. But
then, this was not just a simple necklace. This necklace was a gold
neck-ring that had a gold disk with initials engraved on it. But while this
one looked normal, it was definitely different. The initials on it were not
her's, SKE, but Paul's PLC, and more importantly, this one had two closed
loops on the ends with the holes just big enough for the shank of the small
lock that came with it. It was a special present from Paul, but there was a
string attached. No, it was more like a rope.

If Sally accepted it, by putting it on and locking it before the reception
tonight, it would mean that she had agreed to give her body to Paul for the
weekend. Paul had promised to make her totally helpless and to take her to
new heights. Sally was very nervous; on one hand, the idea scared her. While
she trusted Paul, this was something else. On the other hand, just the
thought of being at the mercy of Paul thrilled her so much, that it made her
wet between the legs.

The phone interrupted her thoughts. It was Paul. He was running late, and
wanted her to meet him in front of the lobby so they would not be late to
the reception. He was about 15 minutes away. It was now time to make her
decision. Sally put the gold ring around her neck, slid the ring around to
almost the front, and picked up the small gold lock. Holding the lock upside
down, she slipped the shank of the lock up, through the loop on the right
side and then, turning the lock back right side up, down through the loop on
the left. With a deep sigh, Sally carefully put one finger on the shank of
the lock and her thumb on the bottom of the lock, then slowly squeezed.
There was a snap, the lock shut, and the electricity ran down her spine and
directly to her sex. There. It was done. No backing out now, though, deep in
her heart, she knew that she would do it all along. The sound of the closing
of the lock, without being "forced", was admitting that she wanted to be
"owned".

Sally arranged the lock to the back of her neck, under her hair where it
would not be visible. She quickly freshened her lipstick and grabbed her
purse, and out the door she went. As she waited for the elevator to arrive,
she looked at herself in the mirrored door to make sure that the lock did
not show. She did not look any different but she knew that she was
different, inside, because she wore it. When she got to the lobby, Paul was
just coming in the door. They embraced, and Paul reached up to Sally's neck
and fingered the disk.

Paul smiled deeply and said, "Shall we go?"

Sally felt ten feet tall as they walked out to the car. The evening went
very well. At first, Sally thought that all the eyes of the reception were
centered on her neck, but later, she realized that no one was even aware of
it. There were many women in attendance who wore similar necklaces and Sally
wondered if any of theirs had a lock. Somehow, she doubted it. Throughout
the entire evening, Paul treated her with the utmost respect. It was hard
for Sally to realize that, in just a few days, Paul would take over her
whole body. That was one of the things that she loved about Paul. In their
sex life, Paul was the master and Sally the submissive but, at all other
times they were both equals in the relationship. Paul could enter and leave
his role as master, at will.

The reception lasted until late, and Sally had a big day at the office on
Thursday, so they decided that Paul would not come up that night. On the
drive to her apartment, Paul ordered her to bring some outdoor clothes with
her on Friday night, as well as her old English dress.

As Sally walked into her apartment, she was thinking about what Paul had
said, and trying to figure out what he had in mind for their time together.
It was obvious to her that he had plans, and he had definitely noticed the
necklace. What did he have planned that required outdoor clothes, and a past
Halloween costume?

She continued to puzzle about it as she got ready for bed. As usual, she
went to her dressing table and removed those blue topaz earrings, the rings
from her fingers and, without thinking, reached under her hair to release
the necklace. Her fingers came in contact with the lock, and she remembered
that she could not take it off. She continued to undress, then slipped her
nightshirt over her head. She turned off the lights and got into bed. She
lay there, fingering the necklace because it felt unnatural. Sally could not
remember ever wearing any jewelry to bed. She always removed it all, and put
it back on in the morning. Even the ring that Paul had given her, which she
wore on the left ring finger, came off at night. She had probably worn
earrings to bed when her ears were first pierced, but that was when she was
young, and she had no memory of it.

Wearing the necklace was having an effect on her, however. She could not
help thinking about how Paul would "take total control" of her on Friday
night. Imagining what "total control" would be, made her wet between the
legs just thinking about it. Before she knew it, her right hand was in her
sex, rubbing just the right spot, and her left hand was on her new necklace.
It was not long before she had a massive orgasm, convulsing all around the
bed, and then she promptly fell fast asleep.

In the morning, the alarm woke Sally as usual. She stumbled out of bed and
went into the bathroom to relieve herself, then hopped into the shower and
washed the dried juices from between her legs. As she stood toweling herself
dry she noticed the flash of light, as it reflected off the disk on the
necklace, in the mirror over the sink. She thought that it looked out of
place. Her body was totally nude except for the solid gold ring around her
neck, and the disk dangling from it, catching the light. But she didn't have
time to do much contemplating, or she would be late for work.

She choose a pair of slacks and a turtleneck sweater for work. She carefully
arranged the neck ring over the turtleneck, making sure to place the lock in
the back, where it would be covered by her hair. Normally, she wore her hair
up with this sweater, but she sure wasn't going to do that today. She
grabbed her blazer and she left the bedroom to make some breakfast, then
decided to walk to work, since it was going to be nice weather today.

As Sally was making the short walk to work, she was thinking about what she
would have to do to get ready for the weekend. She remembered that she had
loaned the old English costume to Tammie, so she would have to get it back
tonight. Sally reached the building where she worked. She was a system
analyst for a large insurance company and she was in charge of the computer
programs that provided the quotes to the agents. Today's meetings would keep
her too busy to think about the coming weekend events, thankfully. About the
middle of the afternoon, she decided that she should give Tammie a call to
make sure she could pick up the dress. She looked up the number and dialed.

"Hello?" Tammie answered.

"Hi, Tammie, this is Sally. How are you doing today?"

"Oh not bad, just sitting around right now," Tammie replied.

They chatted a few minutes about small things, before Sally got to the
point.

"Tammie, do you still have that costume that I lent you? The full, old
fashion dress, with the lacing at the shoulders and down the sleeves. You
know, the one that you have to wear a strapless bra with and that shows
cleavage"

"Yes, I think that it's still in the box that it came back from the cleaners
in," Tammie answered.

"Well, I need it this weekend for something that Paul has planned. Can I
come by after work and get it?" Sally asked.

"Aah, tonight might not be a good night," Tammie said, after a long pause.

"But I need it before Friday night. I won't stay more than a minute. I
really need that dress. How about if I just run by around five," Sally
suggested.

"No, that won't do!" Tammie said rather quickly.

Sally sensed that there was something that Tammie was uneasy about, but she
wasn't letting Sally in on what it was.

"If you have to come, make it later," Tammie said finally.

"Okay. I'll be there at six. Okay?"

"I hope... guess that will work," Tammie said nervously.

"See you then. Goodbye." Sally hung up the phone.

She wondered why Tammie was acting so strange. Sally had been to their house
several times since that first night that Paul had introduced her to
bondage. As a matter of fact, Sally and Tammie were becoming quite good
friends. Sally assumed, that Tammie and Sam did more than simple handcuffs.
Heck, she and Paul had made it a steady item, since that fateful night a
couple of months ago. But she had never asked, and Tammie had not
volunteered how deep their involvement was in the scene. Sally put it out of
her mind, for now, and returned to her work.
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