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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment pt 6 (Mf, bond, cons, rom)
Date: Wed,  7 Mar 2001 08:10:03 -0500
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The Commitment

By Dingo_Dave  <dingo_dave@email.com>



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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.
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Chapter 6

Total Control

Paul led the manacled Sally out of the den, down the hall to the kitchen and
through the kitchen to the basement stairs. As Sally looked down the stairs
she could see that the lights were already on, but she was not sure that she
could get down the stairs. The stairs looked a lot steeper than she
remembered. Paul sensed her hesitation.

"Don't worry, I'll go in front of you. I won't let you fall," Paul assured
her.

With that, he stepped down the first two steps and turned around to face
her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her down the first step. They could
hear every link of the chain as it crossed the lip of the stair when she
stepped down. Paul went down another step and repeated the process. This was
continued until they reached the bottom.

"Sally, do you hear anything?"

Sally listened carefully as she looked around at the foundation of the old
house. It was made of stones and the rough walls gave the basement a castle
like atmosphere. The floor joists were three feet above her head and, of
course, the basement held all the mechanical equipment, wiring, plumbing,
and junk you normally would find in one's basement.

"No, nothing unusual," Sally answered.

Paul guided Sally across the basement and through a door. Inside, Sally
could see that this room had once been filled with a massive furnace. But
now a modern furnace occupied only a small part of the room. As Paul
continued to guide Sally by the arm to the other side of the furnace, Sally
started to hear music coming from somewhere behind it. As they rounded the
furnace, Sally could see that there was a door in the wall. Paul proceeded
to the door and inserted a large key in the lock. When the door swung open a
wall of sound came pouring out. Sally instinctively tried to cover her ears
but she did not get more than a couple of inches of movement before the
cuffs and belt stopped her. Paul took a step down into the room and, in a
second, the music stopped.

"This room is actually under the porch that you parked next to," Paul
explained. "It originally was a coal bin but, in the sixties, the owner
converted it to a bomb shelter. That music has been playing all the time
that you've been here."

Sally thought about this for a minute and came to the understanding that,
once she was inside, no matter how loud she screamed, no one would ever hear
her. Not unless they were standing right next to the door, and that was
pretty unlikely. Once she was inside, there would not be any way anyone
would know she was here, even if they were inside the house.

Paul pushed her toward the room. She had to step down to get inside, and
this made the ceiling even higher. Sally glanced around at the many things
in the room. She did not know what most of the things were but she
immediately knew what the large X, standing against the wall, was for. There
were some chains hanging from the ceiling and a few cabinets that held many
mysteries. The room was dominated, however, by a large frame that looked
like an open globe. Six, nine foot hoops, were arranged to make a ball, with
pulleys attached at various points around it.

Sally didn't know it then, but she would soon find out more about that
apparatus than she wanted to. Once they were inside the room, Paul closed
the heavy door with a bang and then locked it and pocketed the key. It
sounded to Sally like a jail cell door closing.

"That should keep you from escaping, I guess," Paul said as he unlocked the
cuffs. "But now, it's time to start making you very helpless and totally
dependant on me."

Sally was rubbing her wrists where the unyielding steel had made red groves
in her tender wrists.

"Here. These will be a lot softer than those steel bracelets," Paul said,
holding out what looked kind of like mittens, or thin boxing gloves, with
the fingers curled into half close fists. Sally held out her hand and Paul
started to slip one on. Sally discovered that the palm side of the glove was
actually leather over some type of unyielding metal. As her hand was
inserted into the glove, each finger entered it's own sleeve. Her fingers
were forced to curve with the glove, so they formed kind of a hook. Once her
hand was all the way into the glove, Paul started to pull at the laces that
went down the back. This pulled the glove tight to Sally's hand until it fit
like a second skin. The laces traveled all the way down the long glove,
completely covering her wrist as well. The closing of a strap around her
wrist completed the process so that the slots on one side fit over a hasp on
the other side. Paul slipped a small padlock through the hasp and snapped it
shut.

As this was being repeated on the other hand, Sally tried to straighten her
fingers but found that she could not. She tried to move her wrist but was
not able to do that either. All that she could do was twist her entire
forearm. She was fascinated; was this hand really a part of her? It didn't
feel like it because she could not control its movement, or rather, she
could not move it.

Paul picked up two pieces that looked like musical triangles and which fit
perfectly into the hooks of the gloves. A piece of the gloves sprang out to
close the hooks, so the triangles could not fall out. Paul moved Sally so
that she was facing the center of the room, between two of the hoops of the
ball. He threaded small cables through two of the pulleys and attached them
to the triangles. Then, he took up the slack in the cables and Sally felt
her hands being pulled up. They rose to the level of her shoulders, then her
face and then over her head. She went up on her toes but Paul did not stop
until her feet left the ground and she was swinging freely, with her toes
just inches from the floor.

The triangles snapped into grooves in one of the hoops so that they would
not twist. She gripped the gloves tightly and tried to twist her arms, but
they no longer were able to twist. She kicked her legs uselessly in the air.
She looked up, seeing that her arms were at a 30 degree angle and keeping
her centered in the ball. Sally could feel her fingers giving out, and she
reasoned that she was only inches from the floor, so she let go. Nothing
happened. She relaxed her grip but it didn't make the slightest difference.
Her fingers did not, could not, move. She tried to pull herself up but, in
seconds, her arms gave out and she slumped back until her arms were straight
again.

Paul had gone over to a table with a number of items on it. He picked up two
leather covered pieces and returned to Sally. He captured her right foot
and, lifting it slightly, quickly slipped the device on. It had a tube for
each of her toes and came up the top of her foot where it made a right angle
to her ankle. There was a strap that Paul locked around her ankle to hold
the whole thing in place. The result was that she could not move her toes or
foot, but the bottoms of her feet were available to Paul. This process was
repeated with her left foot.

Next, he picked up several more cables and attached them to rings on the
ankle straps. He attached the other ends to points on the ball, which drew
her legs apart and exposed the juices that were running down her legs. Paul
added two more cables to each foot, going to different points on the ball.
When he was done, Sally discovered that these held her feet at fixed points.
She could not raise them or move them forwards or backwards. They were fixed
at a point in thin air.

As she tried to look at the devices attached to her feet, which kept her
legs so far apart that she knew her labia were pulled open, Paul started to
put a wide belt around her waist. It was drawn tight, just above her hips,
and 3 buckles held it tight. There were heavy-duty rings embedded in the
belt at four positions. He added connections, from these rings, to the hoops
that made up the ball. Now, she could not move her body in any direction.
Her only remaining movements were her head, her ability to twist her hips in
the belt, and she was able to twist her shoulders. Paul added two long
straps that circled her thighs, as high on her leg as they could go, and
attached these to the hoops. That took care of the twisting of her hips.
This process was repeated at each arm where they met her shoulders,
rendering them motionless as well.

Sally was overwhelmed. She was connected to the frame by her hands,
shoulders, waist, hips, and feet, but she not touching anything to give her
any leverage. She was just a point, held in the center of a sphere. She had
never been in such a position, nor as turned on as she was now. All she
wanted was for Paul to fuck her till the cows came home.

"Are you okay?" Paul was standing directly in front of her.

"I..I think so." Sally was so turned on she did not trust her voice.

Paul reached out and pushed the ball. As it started to roll back, Sally lost
her sense of balance because she rolled with it, and could not compensate
due to her strict bondage. She started to panic, and screamed as she fought
the bindings holding her. The only affect was some creaking of the leather
that held her in its grasp. Paul stopped the action of the ball when Sally
was horizontal. She slowly got a hold of herself and realized that, strapped
as she was, there certainly was no danger of her falling. The pressure on
her neck to hold her head up was tremendous, but it was also uncomfortable
to let it fall back toward the floor. A pillow would be nice, she thought.

Paul had returned, and he stepped between the rings to stand before her open
sex. She could just see him if she forced her head all the way up.

"Please fuck me. I am so hot for you," Sally begged.

She could feel something, hard and smooth, between her labia. It was not his
cock, but it felt good. She tried to force herself onto it but she could not
move. It continued to move up and down her sex making her want it sooo bad,
but she was helpless to do anything about it. And that made her all the
hornier. There was no way to win this one. Ever so slowly, the dildo started
to penetrate her sex.

The dildo was inside her now but before it had even bottomed out, Sally felt
the orgasm overtaking her. It was not earth shattering but it felt
wonderful. Though, it did not last long. Sally could never remember having
an orgasm just from penetration. Usually it took some real friction on her
clit to get her off but, in her excited state, just penetration had given
some relief. She wanted more, however. It was not long in coming. She again
felt something hard between her legs, bumping into the dildo in her vagina.
Then she felt something cold on her butt.

"Oh, Paul, no."

Paul was not listening. She felt it stop at the entrance to her ass. Slowly,
she could feel the pressure building.

"NO! I don't want that."

"Dear, it is not your option."

Sally clenched her ass as tight as she could and really tried free herself.

"If you do not loosen up, I will rip your ass with this!"

"Paul, please. NO!"

"You gave yourself to me completely. I can take whatever I want, and I want
your ass. NOW, OPEN UP!"

The paper she had read for the camera did say that he could do whatever he
wanted to her but she had never thought that he would go this far. For a
full minute, she was lost in her mental battle between her upbringing, what
Paul wanted, her complete trust of Paul, and her agreement. In the end, she
was in no position to stop him. Slowly she relaxed, and felt the second
dildo start to open her. Paul kept up the pressure and it slipped into her
ass. This made her feel like she was taking a permanent shit, and it was not
at all comfortable.

Paul attached a small chain to two of the rings on the waist belt that was
at her hips, and adjusted it so that it was long enough to just touch the
dildo in her vagina. He clipped another chain to that point and pulled it
between her legs, up to the belt in the back. This served to hold both plugs
securely inside her body.

Sally watched as Paul went back to the table and opened a sealed package,
removed latex gloves, and put them on. He picked up a very small tube.
Walking back to between her legs, he explained.

"This is a catheter that I am going to insert into your bladder. A small
balloon will be inflated to keep it there."

Sally heard the sound of urine running into a bucket and then it stopped. It
still felt like she had to pee but no matter how hard she tried, she could
not go.

"There. I have clamped this off so you won't have any accidents but it has
made me have to go," Paul said, and he rotated the ball so she was once more
in an upright position.

"Don't go anywhere," he said with a laugh.

"Right," answered Sally, as he closed the door behind him.

She looked up at her hands to see if there was any way out of her position.
But with the gloves laced tight, straps locked closed over the knots of the
laces, and no way to get her hands near one another, she just could not
think of any way out. The catheter and the butt plug were uncomfortable
enough that it kept her constantly aware of her status. Her body naturally
tried to push them out, even with out conscious effort on her part, but they
didn't budge.

Since she was hanging there with nothing to do, she started to look around
the room. She was facing the door that looked solid and heavy. That was why
very little sound escaped from the room. To the right, an eight foot high X
was leaning against the wall. She could imagine herself on that. On the left
of the door was a combination stocks and pillory that was like an inverted
T. On the base, about six inches off the floor, were a set of stocks that
would hold her feet about four feet apart and on the vertical part, there
were three holes. The largest hole was in the center, and these would hold
her hands and her neck. It looked like this would leave her bent at a
90-degree angle which would leave her butt sticking out.

There were several cabinets with doors closed, hiding their contents, and
chains everywhere, attached to the ceiling, walls, and even a few on the
floor. The lighting came from track lights mounted in the ceiling but she
could not see any controls. Maybe they were behind her, for it was difficult
to see more than half of the room since, even if she turned her head, her
arms blocked the view. She thought deeply about her situation. She had never
been so helpless, so dependant on another person, or so turned on in her
entire life.

Suddenly the door opened, startling her but she couldn't move. There was
Paul, staring at her. She had not even heard him approach.

"Ah, that is better," Paul said as he entered. "I bet you would like to
empty your bladder also. Well too bad."

Paul opened a cabinet and took out a strange leather device.

"Sally. I have taken control of the major muscles of your body and all of
the openings in the lower half of your body. Now it is time to take control
of your head and all of your senses."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. Well, feel, actually."

As Paul approached her she could see some shapes and holes in the device.
The largest had a tube that stuck out two inches.

"Open your mouth wide."

Sally did what she was told, opening her mouth. Paul quickly stuck the tube
into her mouth, locking it open. As Paul smoothed the front of the device
down, she discovered that it was molded to her chin and nose. Paul gathered
her hair to the top of her head and wrapped the device around her head. The
holes lined up with her nostrils, eyes, and ears. Paul pulled laces through
the eyelets of the hood, at the back of her head, drawing it tight around
her head and pulling the tube into her mouth, as well as pulling her mouth
tightly closed around it. She tried to push it out with her tongue but it
was no use. The hood covered her entire head, including her neck.

Next, Paul began buckling a very wide leather collar around her neck and
over the tie of the laces for the hood. As the various buckles were
tightened, Sally found her head being held high and static. The collar was
very wide and stiff. Paul continued to tighten the various buckles and soon
Sandra began to feel the pressure on her neck and the base of her skull. It
was impossible to move her head or to turn her neck at all. Now, it was
locked to her shoulders.

Sally could no longer watch him as he went to the table for supplies, she
could only stare straight ahead at the door. In a few seconds, Paul's face
came into view as approached her and she felt something being stuffed into
the tube and into her mouth. It started to expand - it was like a balloon -
and it soon filled her entire mouth. Her tongue was pushed to the bottom of
her mouth and the balloon pushed her cheeks against the mask. It filled her
mouth but didn't stop. She tried to tell him that there was no more room,
but all that came out was a grunt. She wouldn't be talking until it was
removed.

Something was put over the holes in the hood that covered her ears. A sound
started, like the sound that radio makes when it is not tuned in, just
static. This covered up all other sounds. She could see Paul's mouth moving
in front of her, but could hear nothing. Paul was reaching to her face with
something dark. It went over the holes for her eyes and the whole world went
dark for Sally.

There she hung, unable to move at all. Unable to see, hear, speak, pee or
even shit. Her entire life was in Paul's hands. She had never had to depend
on another person this much since she was a baby.

It seemed like forever that she was like that. Had he left? Or worse, was
there someone else in the room? Your mind can play all kinds of tricks when
you can't tell what is happening around you. Suddenly, there was a tongue on
her right breast. She had shivers running down her spine. She could soon
feel another orgasm building from within. The tongue moved to her left
breast and fingers were pinching and caressing her right nipple. Soon the
first waves of the orgasm were rolling across her. It was stronger than her
first one, but it left her wanting more. If the butt plug and the catheter
were removed and the dildo in her cunt would move, she thought, she would
bounce this ball right across the room.

The tongue left her breasts and the ball started to move. She was suddenly
inverted, with her legs, rather than her arms, now supporting all of her
weight. It was a relief after hanging by her arms for so long. The mouth
returned, but this time it was surrounding her clit. "Oh no, here it comes
again," Sally thought, as the orgasm started building again. This time
though, it was slower, since she had already come twice. Yet this one was
taking her higher and higher. The tongue was talented, moving in just the
right place and at the right tempo, and feeling so wonderful. With no sound,
no sight, Sally's sense of touch had become the only thing left and it was
intense. Like a string that has been pulled just a little too tight and then
snaps, an orgasm, like no other Sally had ever experienced before, coursed
though her body. She pulled with all her might against the restraints but it
did not make the slightest difference. She remained where she was.

The orgasm had just started to subside when she was repositioned, facing up,
and the chain holding the dildo was removed. She missed the full feeling it
gave her. But wait! She was being entered again, and this one was warm and
not so hard. She concentrated on the feeling of his prick entering her body.
She could feel it all the way to her womb when it bumped into her cervix.
She could actually feel it. The orgasm that had been waning came crashing
back. The prick was pistoning in and out of her so hard that she could feel
the balls slapping against her butt. She came and came and came again. She
had no control over it. She both wanted it to never stop, and thought that
if it didn't, she would go insane. The prick grew in size and then started
spurting. She could feel his cum filling her.

She had never been so in tune with her body. There was no sight or sound to
distract her. There was nothing at all that she could do to control the
situation. She was just along for the ride.

Then, it was over. Sally was limp, exhausted, spent. Slowly, Paul removed
the hood and all the plugs. When she was finally released, she could not
stand. She was just so wiped that she passed out.

Paul carried her up the stairs and put her to bed. It had been hours since
they had gone downstairs, and it had been a long week for him, so he just
crawled in beside her and was soon fast asleep.
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