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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (early years) (repost ch. 7 M/f,bond,rom)
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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
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 Chapter 7  The fair

Sally woke up, but didn't open her eyes. Had it all been a dream? If
the way she felt was any indication, it had not been. She was not
still strung up though. She was in a warm bed. She opened an eye, but
quickly closed it because the room was so bright. She finally got her
eyes open and found that she was in Paul's bed with him. She did not
know what time it was, but the sun was shinning brightly and it looked
like it was going to be a wonderful day. It sure had been a wonderful
night, and she still had a long time left to be in Paul's control. She
wondered what other things he had waiting for her downstairs, in the
dungeon. Slowly she rolled over, and as she did, she became aware of
something around her ankle. She reached down and discovered that her
ankle was chained to the foot of the bed. She was still in his
control.

"Good morning pet."

Paul was awake. Instead of answering, she rolled over and put her arms
around him, planting a big kiss with plenty of tongue. After a little
tickle game that, of course, Sally lost at, Paul got out of bed. He
removed the chain from the bottom of the bed and locked that end
around her other ankle. It was cold. Now her ankles were connected
together by 12 inches of chain.

"You go take a shower, and I'll get some breakfast started. Don't
worry, the chain and lock are stainless steel so the water will not
hurt them."

Sally took a shower, dried her hair, and then found that Paul had put
her things in the bedroom while she was in the shower. So, he could be
as thoughtful as he was cruel. She put on a bra and shirt, but she
could not dress from the waist down since the chain prevented her from
putting anything over her legs. She picked up her rings and earrings
from last night and put them on. She went downstairs, careful not to
trip with the short chain. She tried not to show too much cheek and
was glad that the shirt she was wearing was long.

She found Paul in the kitchen with breakfast about half prepared. She
took over for him so he could have a turn in the bathroom. Soon they
were both enjoying a healthy breakfast. Paul informed her that they
were going camping at a location that was hosting an old English fair
that weekend.

Paul locked handcuffs on Sally's wrists and released her ankles so she
could finish getting dressed. Then they loaded the car with camping
supplies. When it was time to leave, Sally took her place in the car
and Paul locked the handcuffs behind the seat, just like the first
night they'd practiced bondage.

The drive to the campgrounds took about three hours and Sally felt
like every trucker that they passed could see that she was cuffed to
her seat. She didn't dare look up at the trucks, though, it both
embarrassed and excited her at the same time. When they reached the
campground, Paul took a length of chain and locked it around her waist
and between her legs, before removing her handcuffs.

They made quick work of setting up camp but Sally could feel the chain
around her as she worked as a constant reminder of her true situation.
Once they were set up, Sally changed into her costume dress and
sandals so they could walk to the fair. In this dress, Sally really
looked the part of an old English maiden, a perfect fit for the fair
that was going on. There were people demonstrating the lost crafts of
times past. There were also vendors selling a variety of wares. While
some people were dressed normally, there were a number that were
dressed in period costumes like Sally. Paul had also changed into an
outfit from that period, so she did not feel out of place.

They found a tent that was selling food and they bought some lunch.
Sally was very careful as she sat down on the hard wooden bench to
eat. She did not want the chain between her legs to pinch her delicate
tissues. The food was good and they were soon ready to move on, so
they headed over to some of the vendors tents. Paul particularly
wanted to go into a tent that featured chain-mail jewelry. The tent
held many items, some small, and even included an entire suit of chain
mail to wear under armor. The craftsmanship was excellent and the
prices matched the quality.

As they looked around, Paul picked up a necklace and put it around
Sally's neck.

"This is not like the neck ring I gave you, but sure does look nice on
you."

Sally looked at her reflection in the armor and had to agree that it
went well with her dress. The necklace fit tight to her neck and
followed the curve of her dress, with just enough of a gap between it
and her dress to stay out of the way of the cleavage that the dress
gave her.

"Yes it does, but it is so expensive."

"Well, let me talk to the owner and see if we can make a deal."

Paul when over to the proprietor and engaged him in conversation.
Sally was too far away to make out what they were saying. Her
attention was diverted to a pair of dangle earrings. Before she knew
it, Paul was back at her side.

"Now those I could probably afford. Come on let move on."

Sally and Paul moved on to the next tent and watched as some ladies
were getting designs drawn in permanent ink on their bellies. While
not permanent, they would not wash off either. "They will take several
weeks to wear off," The man explained.

Sally and Paul were moving on to the next tent when suddenly, the man
that Paul had talked to in the chain-mail tent appeared in front of
Sally.

"Thief!!" He yelled, gabbing Sally by both arms.

"What are you taking about???" Sally stammered.

"You stole that necklace you thief! We have a way to deal with people
like you," he screamed.

"But Paul talked with you and..."

Sally was looking around but she could not find Paul. People were
gathering around to see what all the commotion was. He took her arm
and started to drag her off.

"Wait! You can't do this. I didn't steal it. It..."

The man was not listening, and his grip on her arm was like steel. He
dragged her across the compound to a tree that had several men nearby,
getting ready for a sword fight.

"This woman is a thief! She stole the necklace that is around her
neck," The vendor told one of the men.

"I didn't steal anything..." Sally tried to cut in, but they ignored
her

"Well, I have to go on stage in a minute and don't have time to deal
with it now," The largest of the men answered.

"What then, I should just let her get away with it?"

"Oh take her to the smithy and put her in irons," The man decreed.

"Hey...!" Sally exclaimed as the man roughly dragged her off toward
the back of the compound.

Sally looked desperately around for Paul, or a policeman, anyone to
help her. Things were getting way out of control. She guessed that she
was in some serious trouble. What was going to happen to her? She did
not mean to steal anything; hadn't Paul paid for the necklace?

They approached an area where a fire was being pumped by a large
bellows to make it even hotter than normal. A man reached into the
fire with a pair of tongs, pulled out a horseshoe, and started hitting
it with a hammer against an anvil. Sally was dragged right up to the
anvil.

"The sheriff says to put her in irons," The vendor said to the very
muscled blacksmith.

Sally was very scared. The vendor was clearly mad and the blacksmith
did not look like any one to mess with. The blacksmith went to the
back of his wagon and open a wooden box, reached inside, and pulled
out two pieces of chain about 14 inches in length. The iron that made
up the links was about as thick as a pencil. The vendor pushed Sally
into a sitting position beside the anvil. The blacksmith returned
carrying the chain and four bands.

The vendor grabbed her arm and forced it down on the anvil, holding it
motionless. The blacksmith grabbed the two sides of one of the bands
and forced it around her wrist. She noticed that the bands were
actually a round piece of iron with a primitive hinge, formed by a
shaft through two holes. The other side looked very similar, however,
the shaft was missing. Sally tried to move her arm but the vendor held
it fast. The blacksmith went over to the fire with his tongs and
reached down amongst the coals to fish out a glowing mushroom. While
holding a link of the chain in line between the two holes, he
carefully positioned Sally's arm.

"Now be still so I don't hurt you," the blacksmith admonished Sally.

He carefully inserted the mushroom through the first hole, through the
last link in the chain and then through the other hole. He then put
the head of the mushroom against the anvil and hit the other end,
forcing all three pieces together and flattening the other end of the
mushroom.

Sally could feel the heat of the cherry red metal as it was inserted.
She screamed, nearly jumping out of her skin when the blacksmith hit
it with the hammer. Her hand was quickly put into a trough of water
that was close by, and there was a hiss as the rivet cooled in the
water. Then the vendor grabbed her other hand.

Sally looked around with tears in her eyes. How could this be
happening to her? Her screams had caused a crowd to grow and they were
all staring at her. She got a grip on herself and stopped the crying.
It wasn't going to get her anywhere anyway. As she looked around,
there was Paul, leaning up against a tree and grinning. That rat! He
is in on this, she realized.

Sally was both mad and relieved at the same time. She remembered
reading a story on the Internet, about a young girl at fair that had
been put in irons, and sharing the story with Paul. She was mad at
Paul for putting her in this situation but relieved that this was
really just part of the atmosphere. As the process was being repeated
on her other wrist, and both of her ankles, she found that the
situation was quite arousing. She again became aware of the chain
locked around her waist and between her legs.

Once the blacksmith was done, the vendor removed the necklace.

"You be at the square at 9 a.m. tomorrow for sentencing."

"You can't be serious. I can't stay like this," Sally cried.

"You should have thought about that before you took the necklace. This
will insure that you don't run away or steal from anyone else."

With this, Sally was allowed to stand up. She was amazed by how heavy
these chains were. It looked like the shackles were worn smooth, as
though they'd been worn many times before. It was good that they were
smooth or else they would have rubbed her skin raw. She tried to take
a few steps and found that she must weigh twenty pounds heavier than
before. This iron stuff was very heavy.

Paul came up to her as she was examining the shackles.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Sally tried to hit him but the weight of the chain and shackles slowed
her down to the point that he simply stepped out of the way.

"Oh, Oh... You...You... Cad!" Sally stammered, frustrated by her
limited movement.

They spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the fair. Sally
was continually getting stares from most of the people, and a few
would even point at her. The men seemed to be mentally undressing her,
or was that just her imagination. One little boy could be heard asking
her father, "Why is that women in chains? Will she have to go the
dungeon, daddy?"

Sally could not help herself, she kept trying to get out of the
shackles but it was no use. She could not forget about them, as the
weight kept bothering her. Finally they returned to their campsite, at
almost dark, to fix supper.

"Let me out now so I can fix supper," Sally commanded Paul.

"Honey, you don't understand. I can't. There is no trick to these.
 From the time of the Romans until small locks were invented, including
the old English countryside, this is the method of restraining the
prisoners. It will take a file or chisel to get you out of these and I
don't have either one."

The enormity of the situation hit Sally. Paul could not let her out,
even if he wanted to. She would spend the night in chains, just like
the slaves of old. So this is what it was like to be in a hopeless
situation.

Later, after eating, Paul took her by the arm and led her through the
campground to a community campfire. Sally was very aware of her
condition as she sat down on the ground with the others gathered
there. Sally was approached by a woman, who told her that she was in
the same situation at the last fair. Soon there were others asking her
what it felt like to be chained up. She spent the evening relating the
experiences of the day to the women gathered there. She wondered how
many of them were secretly wishing that it were they, who were in
irons.

It was late when they returned to the tent. In order for Sally to get
undressed, Paul had the remove the lacing on her dress that went all
the way down her sleeves. No wonder Paul had insisted that she wear
this dress for the weekend. Paul removed the chain around her waist,
and the two of them crawled into the sleeping bag. They made slow
sweet love, for a long time. Paul held the chain down that connected
her wrists, forcing her hands above her head. Sally lifted her legs
and dragged the chain connecting her ankles across Paul's back,
drawing him even deeper into her dripping cunt.

"This slave stuff is not so bad," Sally thought, as she was coming for
the third time.

The next morning Sally was sore. The confining heavy chains had kept
her from moving much during the night so she was stiff.

"You had better get up, or you'll be late for your sentencing," Paul
announced.

"You mean that this is not my punishment?"

"No, the sheriff will announce that, but if you are late it will be
much worse for you. You only have about 30 minutes to get dressed,
eat, and get over there."

Sally struggled to pull her dress up but she discovered that simple
things are no longer simple when you are bound in irons. Paul had to
come in and lace up the sleeves of her dress for her. As she hurried
off to the outhouse, she could feel the eyes of other campers on her
as her chains clanked noisily as she walked. She would be glad when
she was done with this. How horrible it would be to have to wear these
for months. It was bad enough now, and it had not even been a full day
yet.

She also realized that she did not have that long remaining in her
contract that gave herself to Paul. The thought of this made her sad.
Though she would not tell him, she would not mind if her contract
continued for a while longer. That would not happen though, because
Sally knew that Paul had planned a business trip that would take him
out of town the following week. That was why he had the contract end
that afternoon, rather than it running into the night.

She did her business quickly, returned to the campsite, grabbed a
slice of toast and started the walk back to the fair. They arrived at
the square to find the sheriff waiting, along with the vendor.

"Hear yee, Hear yee, Hear yee. All people gather round. This woman
stands accused of thievery."

Sally was amazed at how quickly people gathered around the square.
Paul had disappeared again.

"How do you plead in this case, woman?"

"I did not steal the necklace. My, ah, boyfriend talked to the vendor
and I believed that he had paid for it."

"Did you wear the necklace out?"

"Yes, but..."

"Did you pay for the necklace?"

"No. I didn't have any money on me, but Paul..."

"People gathered here, you have heard her story. How do you pronounce
her?"

"GUILTY!" the crowd yelled in unison.

"Then I sentence you to two hours in the pillory, beginning now!" the
sheriff declared.

The Sheriff grabbed the chain between her wrist shackles and lead her
back toward the blacksmiths area. The crowd followed them, making all
kinds of comments. Everyone at the fair seemed to have their attention
on Sally. The blacksmith removed the shackles with four blows of a
chisel. Sally had only a moment to rub her sore wrists before two men
grabbed her arms and ushered her off again. Sally caught sight of
their objective. To one side of the square there was a large tree and
under this tree was the pillory, waiting for her. It was located in a
place that everyone would pass by.

This pillory was different from the one in Paul basement though. It
was made of boards that went between two posts and which were held in
place by pegs through the posts. First, her hands were placed into two
half circles of the bottom board. Then a board was added which had the
mating circles for her wrists on the bottom and a larger one on the
top. The sheriff grabbed a handful of her hair and painfully pulled
her head down to the top of the board. Her hair was long enough that
it naturally parted in the back to hang straight down on each side of
her face, effectively blocking her sight. She felt the post tremble as
the top board was added. It came down around her neck with a bang that
echoed in her ears. Then she was left alone. She tried to lift her
head to see what was happening but the boards were too thick around
her neck to allow her enough room to see anything, and her hair
blocked the side vision. She was forced to study her hands, trapped
below her head.

"Before this is over, I will know every detail of the rings and my
fingers," Sally thought.

Sally was trying to find a comfortable way to stand. She was bent at
the waist, at almost ninety degrees, with her breasts hanging free and
swinging beneath her in her dress. Sally did not like this at all. She
felt more exposed now than at any time since she came to the fair.
Already her back was beginning to ache, and she was constantly aware
of how her breasts swayed in the breeze, displaying deep cleavage.
Also, the thick wood planks around her neck seemed tight while the
holes her wrists were in seemed almost loose. Sally tried to pull her
hands out but found that the wrist holes were not as loose as they
seemed. The people would taunt her as they went by, causing her face
to turn crimson with shame.

The time went extremely slow for Sally as she grew more uncomfortable
by the minute. But, as she thought about her situation, she found
herself getting excited too. In her mind she was back in the 17
century, captured and helpless. Maybe some man would come up and grab
her swinging breasts. Another would lift her skirt and take her from
behind while she was held bent over, unable to stop them. Sally's mind
ran away with the possibilities and the dreams that she had dreamt
since she was a teenager.

In another scenario, played out in Sally's mind, the blacksmith would
lift her dress to take lots of measurements, then leave, only to
return just before she was to be released. She would discover that the
measurements were for a custom built chastity belt that was installed
before she was released. Oh, that would be terrible.

A man standing next to her head interrupted her thoughts. She could
see his sandals below her captive hands.

"How are you doing?" It was Paul.

"I am so hot! I wish we were in private so you could fuck my pussy."

"Is that why your legs are wet?"

"Oh my god, NO!"

It was humiliating enough to be in a pillory in public, but her
excitement was showing. Without thinking, Sally renewed her struggles
to escape, still without any success.

"You are lovely like that, you know. And you won't get away. I choose
this place because no-one will know who you are, you know that don't
you?"

Sally relaxed as much as she could in her position. Paul gently
stroked her hair, lovingly.

The sheriff returned and released Sally after the two hours were over.
Paul had to help her to stand straight. Every muscle in her back was
sore. Paul picked her up and carried her back to the tent to rub her
sore muscles. It was not long before they were deep into the sex that
they both craved. It was lucky that most of the campground visitors
were at the fair, for they must have made a lot of noise. Once Sally's
lust had been satisfied, she grabbed her bag and headed for a shower
to "freshen up". Okay, to wash all the juices off of her so the smell
of sex would go away.

She realized in the shower that she was free. No chains, no necklace,
and no locks. It was past the end of the contract. What surprised her
though, was that she was disappointed. For all the misery she had
suffered, she had never been so turned on sexually, and for such a
long period of time, in her entire life. Now, it was a let down.

By the time she got back, Paul had all of their stuff loaded into the
car. They hopped in and enjoyed a lovely relaxing drive home in the
perfect afternoon sun.
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