index


Message-ID: <31568asstr$995767804@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: dingo_dave@email.com (Dingo_Dave)
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: 21 Jul 2001 20:16:18 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (New Life) (ch. 3-4 M/f,bond,rom)
Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 22:10:04 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

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

At work the next day, Sally started to rearrange her schedule so that
she could go with Paul. Luckily the roll out of the new software was
going smoothly at the pilot offices and the general roll out would not
occur until she returned. The timing would be perfect.

Amy caught her in the break room in the afternoon.

"I have to thank you for getting me in touch with that jeweler. I went
down after work last night and he is starting work on our bracelets. I
am so excited, but they won't be done for a few weeks. He's  going to
call when he is ready for the final fitting," Amy explained as she
handed Sally several of his business cards. "I got you some extras,
you should charge a referral fee."

"What are you talking about?" Doreen had walked in the door.

"I'm getting a forever bracelet like Sally's," Amy explained.

"What is a forever bracelet? Let me see yours Sally," Doreen asked.

"Well come here on this side of the table so you can see my wrist,"
Sally replied.

"You could have just handed it to me, I wouldn't steal it you know,"
Doreen retorted as she worked her way around the table.

"I know you couldn't steal it, but how am I going to hand it to you?"
Sally smiled knowing what was coming next, and turned her arm over so
Doreen could look at it.

"I don't see anything special. It just looks like a small bangle, but
oval. Wait, where does it open? How do you get it off? Oh! Forever
Bracelet. How long have you had it on?" Doreen went through the
reaction Sally had come to expect.

"Oh not that long, only about eight months now, but continuously of
course, which is probably more wearing time than all my other jewelry
put together."

"Neat!" Doreen ran her fingers over the surface of the bracelet
admiring it.

Sally got the idea that there would be several bracelets in the
company before too long.

It was about noon on Friday when Sally's cell phone rang. It was Sam. 
His flight out of Chicago was going to be delayed so he did not want
Sally to have to wait a long time at the airport. Sally decided to
work the afternoon so that she would be ready for the trip with Paul.

She worked away the afternoon, actually getting quite a bit done,
because everyone thought that she would be gone and left her alone. 
Every 15 minutes or so she would check on Paul's flight on the
Internet. When it finally showed that it had taken off, she cleaned
off her desk for the weekend and headed for the car. She would have
plenty of time to make the airport before Paul.

It was about 5:30 when the plane finally got to the gate. Sally and
Paul embraced as he left the  Jetway.

"Oh how I missed you."

"Me too."

"Where's Sam?" Sally noticed that Tammie was not around either.

"He gave up his seat for two round trip tickets anywhere in the
country, but I wanted to get back to you. He might have to wait until
tomorrow morning if the last flight is overbooked. I didn't want to
chance it," Paul explained.

"Oh, Tammie will really be up the creek if he does not make it
tonight. She is so horny she will bust. Being locked out all week has
made her half crazy."

"You mean she's been locked in her chastity belt?"

"Yeah, and it's driving her crazy."

"That's why Sam had to hold the phone away from his ear when he called
Tammie, but he was grinning ear to ear. I would like to be a fly on
the wall when she gets him home. She will be pissed."

"She is too horny to stay pissed for long," Sally observed.

As usual, they arrived at the baggage check before the bags did.

"I want you to go into that restroom and take off your bra and
underwear," Paul instructed in a stern low voice.

"But?"

"No buts. Another word and you will be punished!"

Sally sighed and walked to the restroom, but she was getting wet also.
Why did this have that effect on her? She did not know, but it sure
made life interesting. She went into the stall and removed the items. 
She tried to stuff them into her purse but there was not much room.
She needed to clean out her purse.

As she walked back to Paul she could feel her nipples harden as they
rubbed against her blouse. The air seemed to blow right up her skirt
as well. As she passed, men would turn their heads to follow her path
but Sally kept her eyes riveted to Paul, too scared to meet any of
their gazes. Just as she reached him his bags appeared, and they were
ready to leave.

On the way back to the house, they stopped off at a little restaurant
for supper and caught up on the events of the week. Sally relayed the
conversation she had with Tammie about trying out the ball frame in
the dungeon. Paul asked her what she thought about sharing their
dungeon for a joint scene. Sally was willing, as long as there was no
swapping. It was not like they did not know each other and share the
same interests sexually. But Sally made it clear that she did not want
any part of an "open marriage". If Paul strayed, she would "cut it
off".

When they got back home they left a trail of clothes on the way to the
dungeon. Soon, Sally was naked and lying on a table with her breasts
just off the edge, leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, all tied to
the same point and forcing her into a strict hogtie. From her two big
toes a thin rope was tied to her hair at the crown of her head. This
forced her head up so she could not see her breasts.

As she opened her mouth, Paul placed a ring gag between her teeth so
she could not close it again. This bought a groan from deep inside
her. The sudden pain in her nipple told her that Paul had placed a
clamp on the right nipple. She did not have to look at her breast to
know it. And sure enough, the left nipple was not far behind. She felt
him fumble with them, followed by her nipples gently swaying with the
weights that now dangled from them.

Next she felt his fingers graze her dripping cunt. She tried to wiggle
back onto them but they disappeared. She saw him come around front and
place his fingers at her mouth.

"Lick," he commanded.

"Un..ah," Sally grunted.

It did no good he simply placed his fingers into her mouth and wiped
her juices directly on her tongue. Then he disappeared leaving her
drooling helplessly.

She then felt his breath on her pussy lips, followed by his tongue.
Slowly, much too slowly, it worked its way up and down the outside of
her openings. She wanted nothing more than to have him inside her, but
there was nothing that she could do about it. He would do this at his
own pace and she would simply have to wait.

"You're in such a hurry, sweet. Maybe I should get you a chastity belt
so you can learn patience," Paul remarked, not really expecting a
response.

The tongue returned and ever so slowly worked its way inside the folds
of her pussy. She was getting more and more excited by the second.
When it finally touched her clit, it was like a trigger. She came,
straining against the ropes but not going anywhere.

When she came down from the climax she was ready to have another one,
but the tongue was gone. Paul came around to her face.

"That was one for you, now it is my turn."

Sally's mouth was at the correct height to take his cock. She was sure
that was by design. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his manhood so
she started to milk it with her tongue. He was not the only one that
had a talented tongue. She was rewarded with a groan from Paul. Soon
he was thrusting deep into her mouth and pushing at the back of her
throat. But with her hair pulling her head back, the ring holding her
mouth open and his cock forming an effective gag, there was not much
she could do about it but grab breaths through her nose when she could
and stare at his belly button come and go out of focus. She felt his
cock grow in size and, with a scream, he came directly into her
throat. She swallowed as fast as she could just to keep from drowning.
 Spent, he collapsed to the floor in front of Sally and worked to
regain his breathing.

Once he had recovered he released her, but she could not move much
from the strict position he had her in. Her muscles simply refused to
obey. By the time that they were responding, her legs were bound in a
V, straight up in the air, with her back on pillows and her hands
chained to a ring imbedded in the floor. She raised her head and could
see that he was ready to go again. His cock looked like it was trying
to conduct a band the way it was stiff and bouncing. He wasted no time
entering her.

In the position he had her bound, he came in contact with her clit and
every movement was amplified there. Sally closed her eyes and enjoyed
the ride up the climax ladder with every one of Paul thrusts. It
seemed like each one was a mini orgasm and her cunt grabbed his cock
with every stroke. He threw his head back and thrust quickly. These
tipped Sally over the edge and her whole world was just the spasms
that racked her body. These spasms sent Paul over the edge as well and
she felt him spurting inside her womb.

He collapsed on top of her and they both kind of passed out. Sally was
brought back to reality by Paul's movements. His cock had gone soft
and had fallen out of her. He was getting up and releasing Sally.

"Guess we should go up to bed."

"Whatever you say, dear."

Paul took Sally up to their bed and then retrieved her steel
bracelets, anklets, and locks. Soon she was in her familiar position,
locked to the bed, him beside her with one arm and one leg draped over
her. They were both soon fast asleep. Life was good.

Chapter 4

The next day being Saturday, the sun was high in the sky before either
one of them moved. When they were both awake they made love again, but
this time slowly, the chains tinkling in time with their thrusting. 
Finally Paul released Sally from the bed and they took a shower
together. Sally was done first and she went to the kitchen to fix
breakfast. After they had finished, and Sally was working to clean up
the kitchen, Paul started to go through the week's worth of mail in
the den. Sally finished and went to join Paul in the den to see what
he had planned for the day. She had just reached the door when she
heard:

"SHIT!"

Sally looked at the envelope that Paul was holding and she felt faint.
 It was the tax bill payment that she was supposed to mail on Monday
night. She had forgotten it.

"I thought I told you to mail this!" Paul shouted.

"I'm so sorry. I. . ."

"I don't want your excuses. This has been happening way too much and
you said that the last time. What am I going to do to keep this from
happening? I can't trust you to perform a simple task, like mailing a
bill? This means we have to pay a penalty now because it's late."

With this, he stormed past Sally and out the door. She heard the car
start and he was gone. Sally sat down and cried. She had never seen
him this mad at her, ever.

He was right though. This had happened several times and she had
promised that each would be the last. Why did she continue to do this?
 She sure would not have done it if she knew that it would have upset
him so.

He was gone a long time, much longer than it would take to mail the
letter and come back. Sally was worried that he would not come back at
all. This would be a lousy reason to end a marriage.

Paul, on the other hand, had realized that he was mad and he just
needed some time to cool off. So he had gone to the home center to
pick up some things for the yard. All the time though, he was trying
to think of a way to solve the problem. She simply did not seem to
think his requests were important enough not to put off. And then
she'd get busy and forget.

When Sally heard Paul return she rushed to the door, kneeling down in
front of it. She placed her hands palm up on her spread knees and put
her head down.

When the door opened, she said, "Paul, I have thought long and hard
about this. You should punish me for what I have done. Something that
will make me remember this for a long time though, not the way that
turns me on. I will accept whatever you choose, but it should be
something that pushes me beyond my limits."

Paul listened and then said, "Look at me. I am going to punish you
because I love you. You have asked for it and you do deserve it. Now,
get up and let's do some work in the yard."

They worked in the yard for the rest of the morning. Sally went into
the house to prepare lunch and Paul disappeared into the basement.
When Sally had lunch ready, she called down to Paul to come up.

They ate lunch in silence. When lunch was done, Sally knew what was
coming. She was dreading it, but was resolved to take her punishment
without complaining.

"Strip completely. Everything," Paul ordered.

Sally removed her shoes and socks first. Then she pulled her t-shirt
over her head and dropped her shorts. Now all she had left was her
bra, panties, and jewelry. She removed her necklace and the hoop
earring she wore. She took off her engagement ring, but she left her
wedding band on and, of course, her forever bracelet. Then she reached
behind her and released the catch on her bra. Her breasts drooped just
a touch as they came free of the cups, but they really did not need
much support.  Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and dropped
them to the floor.

Paul had watched all of this, and normally this would have stimulated
Sally but not this time. She could tell that Paul was not enjoying
this as there was no bulge in his pants. Sally lowered her eyes to the
floor.

"Come," was all that Paul said as he headed to the basement door.
Sally padded along behind him like a forlorn puppy. When they reached
the basement, Paul went straight to the dungeon. He opened the door
and stood to the side so Sally could enter. When Sally entered she
could see what Paul had been working on before lunch.

Hanging in the center of the room was a board. This board was about 6
inches thick but only 1/2 of an inch wide, and was like it was sitting
on edge. The board was suspended by chains at each end, which ran to
the pulley at the ceiling. Right in the center of the board, pointing
to the ceiling, was a medium sized dildo shiny with lube. Under the
board on the floor were two blocks, about six inches in height.
Without having to be told to do so, Sally walked over to the device.

Paul came up behind her and placed a wide collar around her throat.
The collar had a ring in front, and another strap that draped down her
back. Taking her right hand and pulling it behind her, lifting it to
the small of her back, Paul fastened the cuff that was attached to
this strap to her wrist. This was repeated with her left hand as well,
leaving both of her hands fastened up behind her back.

"Step over the board. Stand so your heels are on the blocks, but your
toes are on the floor," Paul ordered.

With Paul steadying her because it was difficult to maintain her
balance with her hands strapped, Sally did as she was ordered. With
her heels on the blocks and her toes on the floor, it was if she were
wearing her highest heeled shoes. Paul the pressed the switch on the
hoist, and the board started to rise. Carefully, he guided the dildo
into her vagina as the board lifted. When the dildo was completely
inserted and the board was just touching her pussy, he released the
switch to let it dangle in front of the board. He then picked up a
short chain with clips hooks on each end. He attached one end of the
chain to the ring on her collar and the other end to the chain in
front of her that supported the board. This forced her body forward so
her clit came in contact with the board.

Standing back, Paul studied the situation for a minute. Then he went
over to the wall and opened a cabinet, returning with a large ball
gag.  Sally did not protest as he shoved it between her teeth and
buckled it securely behind her head. She tested it by putting her head
down, hoping for some slack in the strap and pushing on the ball, but
the gag was not coming out.

"Okay. Up on those toes, girl," Paul instructed.

Sally lifted up, but there was not much more that she could go. The
blocks had her practically on tiptoe to start with. Paul removed the
blocks and put them on a bench.

"Have a nice afternoon, and think about what you have done," Paul said
as he left the room, shutting the thick door behind him.

Sally did not know what to think. She'd expected Paul to whip her,
beat her, or cause other great pain like her father had done when she
was a little girl and she had strayed into the street. Without even
thinking about it she started to relax her feet and come down on her
heels, but this created a large pressure on her sex. She pushed
herself back up on her toes to relieve the pressure. Suddenly she
understood the predicament that she was in. If she came down, before
her heels would reach the floor her sex would bear all of her weight
on a thin piece of wood.

She tried to shuffle forward but the dildo in her vagina caused the
board to move with her. She was running out of time, for her calves
were starting to cramp. She tried to lower her arms but they were
strapped to her neck. She tried to pull them out of the cuffs, but he
had buckled them too tight for that.

Now her legs were shaking from the strain of staying up on her toes. 
She knew that she could not last forever, so she gently lowered
herself onto the board. The pressure slowly built until the pain
started. It was centered in her clit and she tried to lean back so
that her weight would not be on her clit, but the chain on her neck
prevented that. The pain between her legs built to an unbearable
point.

Sally forced herself back up on her toes, reducing the pain somewhat. 
It did not take too long before her legs tired again, with the muscles
quivering with the strain. She tried to twist as she lowered herself
this time, but he board just swung with her on the chains. She
realized that the dildo was too long for her to slip off of it, and
with the board hanging by chains it would move with her, but not down.
She rose back up on her toes.

She broke out in a cold sweat, trying desperately to stay up on her
toes. It felt like only seconds till her legs finally gave out. This
caused her to come down, though not as gently. Her labia were pinched
between her pelvic bone and the board causing extreme pain. Her legs
would not lift her this time and tears filled her eyes. The gag only
partially stifled her screams.

Finally her legs regained enough strength to lift herself a little so
she could release her labia. They throbbed so much now that she got no
relief from the pain. The switch to lower the board hung right in
front of her, but it might as well be in China for all the good it did
her.

Down, up, pain, and more pain. The time crawled slowly by and she felt
so alone. There was no one to even beg to, even if she could be
understood through the gag. Her legs burned like they were on fire
with the muscles reduced to Jell-O. Oh why had she forgotten to mail
the taxes? She sure would not let that happen again.

Suddenly the board was being lowered. Sally followed it all the way to
the floor, since her legs were not able to support her weight at all
at this point. When she finally reached the floor, she fainted.

When Sally woke up she was in bed. She still felt the pain in her sex.
 The sun was at a low angle so it must have been late evening. Raising
herself up, she looked down at her pussy. It was red and swollen, and
so sore that she dared not touch it.

She slowly rolled off the bed. Every little movement hurt her. When
she tried to stand her legs were very wobbly, still not supporting her
weight very well. She started to move toward the door, but only got
about two very painful steps as her legs rubbed her sex. She climbed
back on the bed and spread her legs. It was the least painful
position.  She was not out of pain, but at least it was bearable.

Paul came in with a tray in his arms, gently placing it on the bed and
propping her up with some pillows behind her back.

"Here. You need some nourishment." He handed her a milkshake. "And you
might want to take these," he added, handing her two aspirin.

Paul slowly fed Sally an entire dinner, one bite at a time. They did
not talk, but they shared the moment.
**************************
Comments?
Dingo_dave@email.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+