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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment Pt3 (Mf, bond, cons rom)
Date: Mon,  5 Mar 2001 23:10:02 -0500
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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.


Chapter 4     The Visit

Sally got out of work about 4 p.m. and walked back to her apartment, changed
into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and headed out the door. She got her car
out of the garage and took the interstate to the suburbs, where Tammie and
Sam lived. The traffic was really not bad for this time of evening and,
about 30 minutes later, she pulled off the freeway. It was only about 5:15,
so she pulled into a fast food spot and ordered a burger and a salad for
supper. She finished, and looked at her watch to see that it was now about
5:45. It would only take her five minutes to reach Tammie's house from
there, and Sally didn't want to just sit around. She decided to go on over
and, if Tammie had not returned from what ever it was that she had to do,
Sally could just wait for her on the deck in back of the house.

When Sally pulled up in front of the house, it looked deserted but she went
up to the front door anyway. As she expected, there was no answer so she
wandered around back, planning to wait on the deck. But as she climbed the
stairs to the deck, she caught sight of Tammie's head through the kitchen
window before she ducked down and disappeared.

"That is odd. Tammie would have answered the door if she was there, wouldn't
she?" Sally thought to herself.

Sally knocked on the back door, and called to Tammie.

"Tammie, are you there? Are you okay," Sally called. She tried the back
door, to find it unlocked.

"Come in, I guess," Tammie said in a strange voice, as the door opened.

Sally opened the door the rest of the way, and stepped into the kitchen.
Tammie was sitting at the kitchen table with a half glass of water in front
of her, as well as the portable phone, and she was watching a TV that was on
the counter. The only thing that seemed to be out of place was the chair
that Tammie was sitting in. It was a wooden, straight, high back chair,
while the rest of the kitchen chairs were padded captain chairs. That chair
definitely looked out of place, and Tammie looked very pale.

"Tammie, are you okay?" Sally asked

"Sure, but I thought that you were not going to be here before six," Tammie
responded.

"Well, there was not as much traffic, so I got here quicker than I thought I
would. I was going to wait on the deck for you to get home, but saw you in
here," Sally explained.

Why was Tammie so jumpy, Sally wondered. If she didn't know her so well, she
would have guessed that she was afraid of her.

"I'll just get the dress and leave, if that is what you want," Sally
snapped.

"Sorry," Tammie replied. "I guess I am just a little jumpy. Sam was supposed
to be home before you got here, but he got delayed at work. He just called
and was about to leave. The dress is in a box in the bedroom closet, if you
would like to get it."

Sally went through the kitchen, down the hall, and into the master bedroom.
She opened the door to the walk in closet. There were an awful lot of boxes
on the shelves and she could not tell which one the dress was in. She walked
back to the bedroom door and called to Tammie.

"Which box is it in?"

"I am not sure, it has been a while. You will have to do some looking, I
guess."

Sally went back to the closet but she did not really feel comfortable,
rummaging in a closet that was not hers. She wondered why Tammie was not
coming in to find it for her. Tammie sure was not acting normal.

After poking around for about five minutes, and still feeling uncomfortable
about going through stuff in her closet, Sally went back to the kitchen.

"Tammie, I can't find it. Would you please come and show me which box it's
in."

Tammie just put her head in her hands, shook her head, and turned white. In
a very small voice she replied:

"No, I can't." She almost cried.

"What's wrong?" Sally asked Tammie. "You can tell me, really,"

After a very long silence, Tammie finally said, "I can't leave this chair.
Sorry."

Sally took a good look at Tammie and the chair. Maybe Sam had used the
handcuff on an ankle to put her in the chair. But as Sally looked under the
table, she did not see any cuffs, or rope, anywhere on Tammie. The only
thing Sally noticed was that Tammie was wearing a short mini skirt, with the
back of the skirt sticking out the back of the chair, rather than under her
butt, as Sally's mother had taught her to sit. Sally was confused. Maybe
this was part of a bondage game between her and Sam.

"I don't understand. Did Sam tell you to stay in the chair? Surely he would
not mind if you just got the dress and returned to the chair?" Sally
guessed.

"No, I really can not get out of this chair," Tammie sighed.

"Why not???"

Tammie was trembling. Sally could actually see her hand shake as she reached
down, and grasped the hem of her skirt. Tammie paused, held her breath, and
slowly lifted the skirt off the chair.

"What the. . . ?" Sally stopped mid sentence.

As the skirt raised, Sally could see her thighs slowly come into view. She
had expected to see the crotch of her panties come into view, but Tammie was
not wearing any panties. The neatly trimmed hair above her labia was plainly
visible, but that was not what stopped Sally. There was also the glint of
gold and chrome. Sally bent over to take a closer look and saw that in each
of Tammie's outer labia was a thick, gold ring, with a gold ball midway
along the ring. Though both of the rings was a lock, that almost filled the
inside diameter of the gold rings. Also, on the lock, was a chrome ring with
a short chain, that ended through an eyebolt that was in the seat of the
chair.

Sally sat down, flabbergasted. She did not know what to say.

"Sam locked me to the chair while he was home for lunch. Since he took
longer for lunch, that put him behind schedule this afternoon, so that is
why I miscalculated when he would be home."

"How, when, what..." Sally stammered, unable to take her eyes off of the
sight in front of her. Finally she recovered. "Can't we just remove the
rings?"

"It is not that easy," Tammie explained. "First of all, those rings go right
through one of the most sensitive parts of my body, so they will not just
pull off. Second, those rings are very strong, and require a special type of
pliers to spread the ring allowing the ball to be removed. But you can't get
the pliers into the center of the ring, with the lock in place. And finally,
that lock is a high security, pick proof lock, that Sam has the only key to.
I simply can not leave this chair."

Sally realized that, sometime during this explanation, she had grabbed the
disk on her necklace and was gently rubbing it. Slowly, Sally reached around
to the back of her necklace and felt for the lock that held it in place. On
impulse, she slowly turned the ring so that the lock dangled beside the disk
in the front.

"Oh, I see you have some special jewelry also," Tammie commented.

"Yes, but how long have you had those rings?" Sally asked.

"About a year and a half. I love them. They always have me thinking of sex.
Sam really likes to play with them."

"Does... I mean, oh hell, did it hurt."

"Some, but it was also a turn on. They bothered me the first week or so, but
healed really fast. Why do you have the necklace?"

"Well, I...."

Sally was not sure that she wanted to tell Tammie about the deal with Paul.
But Tammie had just revealed a very personal side of her and Sam's sex life,
so Sally felt obligated to do the same. She also wondered what had caused
her to turn her necklace and show the lock. It was probably a good idea that
someone else knew about her upcoming weekend anyway, for safety sake.

"It means that I have agreed to give myself to Paul, from 6 pm tomorrow,
till noon Sunday. He says that he will make me totally helpless, more
helpless than I ever have ever been in my life. I wonder...."

"What"

"If, IF he would ever do something like put rings in me," Sally worried.

"I doubt that he would do anything that would be permanent at this stage of
the game. I have known Paul for a long time, and I know that you can trust
him," Tammie assured Sally. "If you are going to be in Paul's control, why
do you need the dress?"

"I don't know. He would not tell me. He just said to make sure that I had
the dress and to pack for a weekend outdoors. Do you have any idea what he
is up to?"

"None," Tammie replied.

"May I take a closer look at your rings, now that I'm not in shock."

"Well, I guess. I'm certainly not going anywhere until Sam gets home."

Sally lifted the skirt and gently examined the rings, fascinated. They were
thick and centered on either side of Tammie's vagina, about a quarter of an
inch in from the edge of the labia. She pulled on the two sides of the right
ring but Tammie was right, there was no way to open them without the tool.
Sally also noticed the smell of excitement around Tammie, and there was even
wetness on the seat of the chair. She had never thought that Tammie would do
such a thing. Maybe pussy rings were not such a bad thing. If Tammie, whom
she respected, could wear rings through her labia without Sally ever
suspecting, then maybe being pierced was not so bad.

All of these developments made Sally all that much more conscious of the
neck ring she was wearing around her neck, and could not remove. Should she
cut the ring and forget the whole thing with Paul? That would probably ruin
the whole relationship with him, and she certainly did not want that. She
knew that she was in love with him. Paul had never given her any reason to
distrust him.

About that time, they heard a car pull into the driveway. Just a few seconds
later, Sam came into the kitchen. Tammie informed him that Sally now knew
why she could not get out of the chair, and that she had come over for the
dress. Sam took out a key ring from his pocket and lifted Tammie's skirt.

"Hold this for me, would you dear?" Sam handed the hem of the skirt to Sally
to hold.

Sally got a good look, as Sam inserted the key in the lock and the shank
sprang open. He removed the chain, but left the lock through the rings. He
then re-closed the lock. Sally realized that the rings and lock were now
forming a type of chastity device by holding Tammie's labia closed. Once he
was done, Sally released her grip on the skirt and Tammie stood up.

"There. Now you can help Sally get the dress," Sam said.

Tammie started down the hall to the master bedroom with Sally bringing up
the rear. Sally noticed, however, that Tammie was very careful how she
walked, not quite bringing her legs together.

When they got into the bedroom, Tammie said, "Just a minute. I really have
to go pee."

She went around the corner and into the master bathroom. Sally heard
something that sounded like the lock hitting the toilet seat, followed by
the unmistakable sound of Tammie's bladder letting go. Soon the toilet
flushed, and Tammie rejoined Sally.

"Lets find that dress, and then I had better make Sam some supper or he'll
leave me in this all night, and I need to be fucked."

Sally was speechless. The dress was found and Sally was on her way back
home, but she could not get the sight of Tammie's rings, with the lock
between them, out of her mind. Sally almost missed the turn off for her
apartment, she was so deeply involved in her fantasies. Truthfully, Sally
could not see herself ever living out these fantasies but it did not stop
her mind from thinking about it. Sally spent the rest of the evening packing
for the weekend, and thinking of the possibilities.

Finally, it was time for bed, and Sally realized that she had not talked to
Paul all day. That was pretty unusual but when she looked at the time, she
decided that Paul might already be in bed, so she decided not to call now.
For the second night, she went to bed with the necklace on. But tonight,
that was the only thing she wore, for she was nude. She went to sleep and
dreamed of being abducted, having her neck ring locked to the foot of a bed,
and being forced to suck dick while being fucked from behind.
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