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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment Pt1 (Mf, bond, cons rom)
Date: Sun,  4 Mar 2001 23:10:02 -0500
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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 1     The Beginnings

Sally sat at her dressing table, deep in thought, running her fingers around
the new necklace that Paul had given her. The necklace was a gold neck-ring
that had a gold disk with initials engraved on it, and was much like a
silver one the Sally already had. But while this one looked a lot like her
other one, it was a lot different. For one thing, the initials on it were
not her SKE, but Paul's PLC. The more important difference, though, was that
the neck-ring she owned had a clasp that resembled two hooks, which simply
connected together to keep in on her neck. This one that Paul had given her,
however, just had two closed loops on the ends with the holes just big
enough for the shank of the small lock, which lay open on the dressing table
in front of her.

As she gazed at the ring, she also could see herself in the mirror. She was
just about dressed for the business reception that Paul had asked her to
accompany him to. Sally knew that he would be pleased with her choice of a
dress for this evening. A red affair, that was just a little too short for
the reception but had a respectable neckline, that just showed a hint of
cleavage from her 36C breasts. A sexy hint, without being sluttish. Sally
had just spent a lot of time fixing her hair, which went just below her
shoulders, so that it framed her face perfectly. She had added a pair of
blue topaz earrings, that dangled from the holes in her ears and almost
matched the blue of her eyes. She did not need much makeup, for she had a
natural beauty that most women only have in their dreams. Sally realized
that that she would have to put on lipstick because she was biting her lower
lip.

She was in deep thought about the neck-ring. She slowly put it around her
neck to check the fit. It was perfect. The disk would dangle right in the
hollow of her neck, just below her adam's apple. But Sally's thoughts were
on Paul's words when he had given the neck-ring to her, last weekend. Sally
knew that once she put the necklace on and closed the lock, there would be
no turning back. For only Paul had the key, and if she put it on, she would
be his, totally.

Paul's instructions had been very explicit. Sally and Paul had been
experimenting with bondage for a while, but this was different. Once Sally
put on the neck-ring, it would tell Paul that she had agreed that her body
would belong to him. From 6 P.M. Friday, until noon the following Sunday, he
could do anything that he wanted to her, and she would be totally in his
control for the entire time. Paul had wanted her to make up her mind before
Friday, so he had imposed the deadline of wearing the necklace to the
reception Wednesday. She would wear it to the reception, or not at all.
Sally knew that this meant a lot to Paul, but if she decided not to put it
on, it would not be the end of their relationship. But if she did, well, it
just might open a new chapter. She had never before committed to him for a
length of time like this. A few hours maybe, but not for days.

Sally thought back on how all this bondage stuff started anyway. It had been
on an evening that they had gone over to Tammie and Sam's house for a cook
out. Tammie was in the kitchen, and the men were outside. Sally was sitting
on the couch, when she noticed a pair of handcuffs on the coffee table.
Curious, she picked them up to examine them. While she had seen pictures of
them on TV and in the newspapers, she had never seen any close up. She was
turning them gingerly over in her hands, amazed at how shinny but solid they
were, and she felt a stirring between her legs as she imagined how it would
feel to wear them. She had often day-dreamed of being the
damsel-in-distress, or kidnapped and then forced to do "nasty" things.

"You know, they won't bite," Tammie said, startling Sally.

"I, I, I, was just looking," Sally stammered, embarrassed that she had been
caught with them.

"Why don't you try them on?" Tammie responded. "I find that they can be
quite fun. Have you never tried them before?"

"These are yours?" Sally asked, confused.

"Well, yes," Tammie answered. "They are not against the law, you know. Come
on, give me your hand."

Tammie took the handcuffs from Sally and grabbed her right hand. Before
Sally could protest, Tammie put the handcuff next to her wrist and pressed
down. Click, click, click went the cuff, and then suddenly the cuff opened.
One piece came flying between the gap in the other two, and then around
Sally's wrist with a snap. Tammie gently squeezed the cuff and it responded
by closing around her wrist, noisily clicking as the circle of steel closed.

"Come on, give me your other hand," Tammie ordered.

Without thinking, Sally complied, and the process was repeated with the
other wrist.

"There you go," Tammie commented, as she turned, and then returned to the
kitchen.

Sally was staring at the cold, gleaming steel, that surrounded her wrists.
They were heavy, but not enough to weigh her hands down. Though, much
heavier than any bracelet she owned. The two cuffs were connected by three
links of chain, so she could hold her hands about 4 inches apart, but that
was it. Sally gave a little tug on the chain but there was no give, and the
bracelets dug into her wrists. The cuffs were round, so Sally could twist
her wrist in them. She took her left hand and grabbed the right cuff to
examine it. It had a single, solid bar on the bottom, but the top was
actually two pieces, held together with enough room between them for the
solid piece to fit through.

Sally had rather small wrists so she moved the cuff down to see if she could
fit her hand through the cuff. Tammie had closed the cuff too tight for
that, however. Sally wasn't sure what she should do with her hands. Funny,
she had never thought about her hands before, but now she was very
conscience of them. Finally, she just placed them in her lap. She continued
to move her wrists, to see if there was a way out, even though she knew
there was not. The chain made a soft tinkling sound as she tried to escape
their steely grasp. The more she worked to get out of them, the more that
she knew that she could not, and the more helpless she felt. This was having
other effects on her body as well. She noticed that her nipples were now
visible through her bra, and she could feel herself getting wet. She had
gotten this way before, while reading those cheap novels where the damsel
winds up in distress. But now, it was real.

Sally decided that she should go out to the kitchen, to see what Tammie was
up to, and get out of these things before her imagination ran away with her.
Sally went to get out of the stuffed chair she was seated in and discovered
that it was just not that simple any more. Without thinking, she went to put
each of her hands on different arms of the chair to push herself up, but
they did not respond. "You dummy," she thought. "They're locked together."
She first tried to push on the right arm but her left arm wasn't long enough
for her to reach that arm. Then she tried the left arm and the same problem
came up with the other side. Finally, she twisted her body as far to the
right as she could, and could then put both hands on the arm to push her
butt up out of the seat. It wasn't very lady-like, but it worked.

"Boy, the things that you take for granted. I can't even do a simple thing
like get out of a chair, wearing these," Sally said out loud, to no one.

Sally went to the kitchen and there, she found Tammie, working on salads for
dinner. She could also see Paul and Sam on the deck, beyond the kitchen
window.

"Tammie, you can take these off now."

"I can't, silly," Tammie replied.

"WHAT!! You're kidding right?" Sally cried.

"No. Sam does not let me have the key," Tammie replied.

"Then you have worn these before, huh?" Sally asked.

Sally suddenly realized that she might not be the only one who got that
sweet feeling between her legs with the locking of the bracelets.

"You'll have to go out and see Sam, if you want out," Tammie informed her,
ignoring her question.

Sally started for the door and then stopped. If she went outside, then not
only Sam and Paul would see her locked in handcuffs, but so could anyone
else who happened by. Sally was torn, but in the end, reasoned that she
might as well get it over with and continued through the door.

Sam and Paul were talking, with their backs to the door, when Sally came
out. She was most of the way across the deck before Sam looked over his
shoulder at her. Sally saw his eyes twinkle as he spied the cuffs.

"Well, someone has been playing with toys, haven't they?"  Sam asked.

"Tammie put these on me, could you take them off?" Sally asked timidly.

"I don't know. Playing with toys without permission, maybe you should just
stay in them as punishment. What do you think Paul?"

"It is your house. Sally should have to play by your rules," Paul replied.

"But, But, Tammie said you could let me out!" Sally stammered, suddenly
scared.

"Hold out your hands," Sam ordered.

Sally was relived. She thought that the two men might give her a hard time,
but maybe she was wrong. She put her hands straight out in front of her
breasts. Sam dug in his pocket and took out a key ring. Selecting a small
key, he placed the pointed end of the key on a button that Sally had not
noticed before. He pushed in, and there was a gentle click. Sam repeated the
process on the other cuff.

"There you go Sally," Sam said, as he put the key back in his pocket.

Sally tried to open the cuff but it would not budge. She tried to work her
hand through the cuff but it would not fit.

"Hey. What did you do?" Sally cried.

"I double locked them," Sam informed Sally. " Now they won't get smaller. We
wouldn't want your wrist to get hurt, would we? If you tighten cuffs too
tight, they can damage the ligaments and tendons that run through your
wrist."

"But I want them off!" Sally cried.

Paul replied, "But you look so good in them. Please wear them for a while
longer."

"Be right back," Sam said, as he disappeared though the door into the house.

Sally continued to finger the hard steel that held her wrists inches apart
in front of her, and Paul watched, mesmerized. In a few minutes, they heard
Tammie through the open kitchen window.

"No, that isn't necessary. No!  Please!!"

A few minutes later, Sam came back outside.

"Sally, Tammie would like you to help her set the table, if you wouldn't
mind," Sam asked.

"I don't know how much help I can be in these," Sally pouted, as she started
for the door.

When Sally got into the kitchen, she stopped dead in her tracks. Tammie's
wrists were encased in a different type of handcuffs. The cuffs did not have
a chain between them but, instead, were connected by a huge hinge. It seemed
that Sam had decided that they should share the handcuff experience. After
watching, well, really, staring, for a few minutes, it became clear to Sally
that she had the better of the two situations. Tammie could not twist her
wrists at all in the cuffs and they held her hands strictly parallel.

The two women were able to finish the dinner preparations, but it took
cooperation between the two of them in order to accomplish tasks that could
normally be done, simply, by one. Sally was constantly aware of the cuffs on
her wrists. Every time she forgot, and made a quick movement, she was
painfully reminded by her other hand that they were solidly connected. And
the funny part was that, each time she was hampered, she could also feel the
reaction between her legs. Her sex was dipping. She only hoped that the
wetness was not showing through her jeans, but she was afraid that it would
soon.

After dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned up, Sally and Tammie found
themselves just as they had been before, with their hands almost useless.
Sally was ready to go back to her apartment and attack Paul, to satisfy her
need. She could not believe she was so horny! So she held her hands out to
Sam again, to remove the cuffs, but he ignored her.

"Here, Paul, you might like this later." He said, as he handed the shinny
little key to Paul, who quickly put it in his pocket.
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The Commitment

By Dingo_Dave  <dingo_dave@my-deja.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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