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Subject: {ASSM} Bands of Love (Bond Mf Rom) Part 1
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 07:10:02 -0400
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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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   AUTHOR'S NOTE: This work was origanally writen by Tammad Rimilia in
1983, modified and ending added by Dingo_Dave with Tammad's permission. 
May Tammad RIP ----------------------------------------------------

   Bands Of Love

   Graceful as a panther, Dirk withdrew from Sara and vaulted off the bed,
his lightly muscled body covered in sweat, his lust finally sated.  He
gazed down at her and smiled one of his most enigmatic smiles.

   "Umm, lover, you're the best" she murmured, content.  Opening her eyes,
Sara turned her head to look up into the face of the man who had been
making love to her for hours.  More hours than she had been able to keep
track of, in fact.  She was tired and content and very much in love, and
all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around Dirk and snuggle against him
as they both fell asleep.  She reached up for him, but as had happened so
many other times that evening, her arm was halted partway along it's reach.
Her motion was prevented by the short length of chain which connected the
soft leather cuffs on her wrist to the heavy eyebolt sunk deep into the
sturdy wooden frame of his waterbed.

   "Oh, I wish I could wrap my arms around you, and hold you tight" she
said with a sigh.  She found her bonds both exciting and frustrating, but
she was thrilled at having once again found a man she could trust, a man
who she couldn't just boss around.  She liked her men strong, and in
control.  Her condition, recalled to the forefront of her thoughts again,
caused her to squirm slowly, seductively wriggling her body as she
alternately pulled on the chains constraining her arms, and then her legs.
As with every other time she had tried, while they allowed her a certain
freedom of movement, she was not able to move her limbs out of the "X"
shaped spread-eagle position which she had been in all evening.  All she
accomplished was eliciting the tinkling laughter of the chains, turning
herself into a lewd display of female flesh.  She was glad it did not go
unnoticed.

   "Gods, you drive me wild when you do that" Dirk exclaimed, dropping
gracefully into the opening between her legs and assaulting her dripping
crotch with his tongue.  Her squirming increased markedly in intensity, and
he had to anchor himself by taking a firm grip on her hips.  He slowly
kissed and licked her until she was groaning with lust yet again, then
rolled his tongue into a stiff round appendage and penetrated her with it.
Sucking out a dollop of white cream, the mixture of her juices and his
sperm, he smacked his lips in delight, savoring the salty bitter taste of
their combined love.  When not a drop remained within reach of his tongue,
he moved his attention upwards, and with slow gentle twirls he brought her
to another orgasm.  When the stormy surface of the waterbed had begun to
clear and the waves of her passion had finally calmed down, he crawled
slowly up her body and held her tight, kissing her face softly.

   In between her attempts to kiss him back, she whispered quietly to him.
"You are wonderful, darling.  You are the most perfect man I can imagine. I
love you, more than I've ever loved anything before, and I love loving
you."

   The feel of her breasts against his chest, the slow grind of her hips,
the soft seduction of her words all combined to bring him partially erect
again.  He had never had a lover who could provoke such ardor from him. 
Reaching a hand down to guide his tired penis, he entered her moist open
depths with no difficulty.

   "Again, darling?" she asked quietly, grinning at him, doubting that he
could perform again so soon.

   He shook his head from side to side.  "No, I just wanted to be close to
you, feel you wrapped around me.  I have something important to discuss
with you." His eyes sparkled at her.

   Dribbling kisses slowly across his face, Sara felt him stiffen slightly
inside of her.  "Oooh, Baby, you're getting big again" she moaned, egging
him on.  As far as she was concerned, he could keep on making love to her
for days, and she still wouldn't tire of him.  Since she couldn't caress
him, she speculated that whatever he was thinking of must really be
exciting to him, and her curiosity came alive.

   "I want you to be silent until I have had my say.  Do you think you can
do that, or should I find something to gag you with?"

   She felt him stiffen a bit more at the mention of a gag, and filed the
fact that gags excited him away in the back of her mind.  "I'll be quiet,
love.  What's on your mind?"

   "Remember, I don't want you to speak again.  Understand?" He ran soft
fingers across her cheek as she nodded her head "yes".  "Good." He
straightened his arms, raising himself up on his hands, and gazed at her
well formed body beneath him, her limbs firmly secured to his bed.  He
found her an exciting sight, his cock proving it by coming to full
erectness within her.  "Darling, you are the woman of my dreams.  I can't
imagine going through life without you at my side.  I want you to marry
me."

   Before he could say another word she belted out "Yes!  Oh, yes, Baby --
I accept!  I'll marry you, gladly!"

   Shifting his weight to his left arm, he reached up and put a finger
across her lips, another one of his enigmatic smiles tugging on the corners
of his mouth.  "You promised to remain quiet.  There is more.  I don't want
your answer until I've had my say.  Understand?" He thrust sharply into her
with his hips a few times, to emphasize his point.

   She wanted to leap up, to dance around the room with him, to sing a song
of joy to the world.  The rattle of chain again prevented her from
following through.  Flushed with a combination of excitement and
embarrassment, barely able to contain her excitement, she nodded "yes",
bucking up her hips to meet his thrusts, suffused with happiness. 
Marriage! They had been living together for almost a year and a half now,
and while she had never pressured him about it, she had been wondering when
he might get around to asking.  Now that he had, she was glad his chains
held her down, or she would have surely floated up into the night sky, so
filled with delight was she.  For her, the rest of the world had suddenly
ceased to exist; it held only Dirk and Sara.

   "I have several unusual conditions that I want you to understand before
you decide.  Your engagement ring will not have a diamond, and it will not
be made of gold.  To make up for that, I will give you not one, but six. 
Six bands of steel to proclaim my love." He lifted up the box of tissues
from the headboard, and produced a small object which he had hidden behind
the box earlier.  It was a ring-band that didn't quite form a circle, with
a small 1cm high post protruding up.  Through a hole in the top of the post
was a lightweight ring about 2cm in diameter, which swung freely.  "Here is
the engagement band for your ring finger, if you accept my proposal." Sara
looked at it with curiosity, and nodded.  She had recalled mentioning her
interest in that kind of ring during a movie they had watched together.

   Setting it carefully down, she felt him get even harder.  She rolled her
hips gently and tugged at him with her tired cunt muscles, enjoying the
heat and the size of him inside her despite the fact that she was slightly
sore from the intensity of the evening's festivities.  She wanted more of
his love, lots more.  Small waves rippled beneath the sheets as a result of
her activities.

   He made no reaction and quietly enjoyed her motions.  "In addition, if
you accept you will wear a neck band, a band on each wrist, and one on each
ankle.  Other men pledge their devotion with a big rock, but I will
guarantee mine with bands of steel." Pause.  "At the wedding, only one ring
will be exchanged.  I will place the mate to your engagement ring on your
right ring finger.  Then, after the reception, I will take you to have your
labia pierced.  In those holes I will place a small lock, to which only I
will have the key.  Until the piercing has healed, I will use your mouth
and ass only.  Only when your lips have healed will we depart on our
honeymoon and consummate the marriage." As if to emphasize what it would be
like in that interval, he slid easily out of her slick channel, and left
the room.

   Sara felt as if a part of herself was missing, and wished he would hurry
back.  She didn't want to be apart from him, not now.  She was so excited,
she could hardly wait for him to let her speak again, so that she could say
"yes" to his proposal all over again.  If he wanted to put a padlock on her
cunt to ensure her fidelity she didn't mind, for she had no intention of
straying.  And it wasn't diamonds she was after, it was him.  If he wanted
to pierce and bind her to demonstrate his love, that was fine with her.  It
struck her as an extremely romantic gesture, and the uniqueness of it
appealed to her.  She stared at the doorway, relieved when his nude body
strode purposefully back into the room.  He was carrying a largish box.

   Circling around the bed so that he could climb up and sit next to her,
he reached into the box and withdrew a partly curled piece of metal, with a
layer of flesh colored stuff affixed on the inside surface.  Holding it
over her chest where she could easily see it, he said "This is the
engagement collar." He turned it so she could inspect it from all angles,
then replaced it in the box.  Next, he drew out a smaller version of the
same thing.  "One of the bangles for your wrists." He showed it to her too,
the thick shiny metal band looking very much like the other one, only
smaller.  He replaced it and brought out an intermediate size one.  "And a
band for your ankles." He pointed to the flesh-colored strip which lined
the entire inside of the band.  Satisfied that she had seen enough, he put
it back into the box, and closed the lid.

   He leaned over and caressed her tenderly, cupping a breast as he kissed
her lips.  She returned the kiss with a passionate intensity that left him
breathless.  When he finally broke away, she grinned foolishly at him, her
incredible happiness threatening to make her explode.  He continued.  "One
final point: My love for you is permanent.  So are the bands.  If you
accept me as your husband, I will weld them on, so that they can never be
shaken loose, never removed, as a symbol of how you will never shake me
loose.  You will wear them for the rest of your life.  This isn't a choice
to be made lightly." Hopping off the bed, he got a towel from the closet
and headed towards the bathroom.  "I want you to consider my proposal
carefully while I take a shower." He disappeared into the bathroom, and
shortly she heard the muffled sounds of running water behind the closed
door.

   Sara didn't need any extra time to decide, her choice was still crystal
clear.  Simple, really.  She wanted him, and wasn't going to turn him down.
She found the thought of wearing his bands to be exciting, a
non-traditional way of showing the strength of their love for each other.
She twisted slowly on the smooth sheets, enjoying the feel of being able to
tug and pull in her chains and yet still be completely unable to get away.
She didn't want to get away, she wanted to stay with him, forever.  Any
adornments he wanted to give her were fine with her.  She lay in a daze of
physical contentment, happiness, anticipation, and tiredness.

   Time passed, and she began to wonder what was keeping him.  He usually
wasn't this long taking a shower.  Not thinking, she tried to roll out of
bed.  The chains pulled her up short, and she sank back into the warm
softness of the waterbed, creating a burst of little ripples.  "I never
seem to get used to being chained up like this" she thought to herself,
laughing, "not that I mind it.  I love being reminded that Dirk has made me
his, all his.  With him, I never lack proof that he cares for me, that he
wants me around." Tugging experimentally with her right arm, she began to
wonder what it would be like to have her labia pierced, to have a lock
hanging there.  The prospect of being pierced both frightened and excited
her.  They had both talked about piercing, but so far all she had done was
to have two more holes added to each ear.  She had been wanting another
piercing ever since, but hadn't quite decided what it should be.  The more
she thought about it, the more certain she felt that the labia piercing was
exactly right.

   Dreamily, she imagined seeing herself in the mirror, a little lock
hanging below her crotch.  "Wait until the gals in the locker room get a
load of that!  They will all eat their hearts out with envy.  I wonder how
many more will turn up a few weeks later?" She found the idea of displaying
her piercing to her friends in the showers incredibly appealing, and her
vagina started dribbling wetness onto the sheets.  "But a piercing can be
taken out.  I want something even more permanent" she thought to herself as
she moaned softly.  "A symbol of our marriage that can never be undone. 
And I want to give him something, from me." She lay there on the bed, eyes
closed, enjoying the wisps of air stroking across her nude body as she
considered these topics amidst a cloud of all-encompassing happiness.  "He
wants to marry me!"

   A pair of lips kissing her tenderly brought her abruptly out of her
thoughts, making her passions soar.  She hadn't heard the water stop, and
her eyes fluttered open in surprise.  Having gotten her attention, Dirk
pulled away just out of her reach, sat his still moist buns on the edge of
the bed, and casually threw the towel onto the floor.  "So, my precious
love, will you marry me?  You may speak now."

   She grinned up a him impishly, and tried to make a grab for him, but he
was safely out of reach.  The chains rattled mightily at her repeated
attempts before she subsided into laughter.  "Yes, I'll marry you, you
fiend!  But only if you agree to two conditions of mine.  So there." She
stuck her tongue out at him.

   "And what are they?" he asked, his mysterious smile tugging at his lips
again.

   "First, I want something more permanent from you that just welded steel.
That can be cut off.  I want the world to know that I belong to you, and
only you, now and forever" she said, her sudden outbreak of intense emotion
constricting her throat.

   His cock twitched, and began slowly enlarging.  "That would be a most
wonderful gift, love.  What are you thinking of?"

   "I want your named marked on my body.  At first I envisioned a tattoo,
but those can be removed with surgery.  I want something that I can never
remove, ever.  Something that will proclaim my love for you until the day I
die." Her voice caught, and her eyes swam in tears for a moment, but none
rolled down her cheek.  Speaking softly, she whispered "I want you to brand
me.  As yours."

   His response was easy, lighthearted.  "I'd be delighted to.  What brand
would you like, the cursive K of a Kajira on your thigh, or my initials on
your ass cheeks, like in The Story of O?"

   "No, I'm serious darling" she whispered, her intensity making that
plain. "And I don't want to have to use a mirror to know that I'm yours, I
want to be able to see it.  I want your name branded just above my pubis,
centered between my hip-bones, in letters easily read.  I want to be
branded Dirk's.  Will you do that for me?" Her voice sounded like she was
almost ready to cry.

   His voice full of awe, he accepted.  "Darling, that's an incredibly
precious gift you offer me.  I'm touched.  It shall be as you wish.  When
do you want it done?"

   "On our wedding day, after the piercing" she choked out.

   "An excellent choice of occasion.  Ah, what a superb woman you are! 
Unbelievable!  I am a lucky man indeed." Pause.  "And what of your second
condition?"

   She nodded gratefully, thrilled at his easy acceptance of her odd
request.  She hoped he would be equally pleased with her second one.  "I
want to do something for you, I want to give you something to remind you of
me when we are apart." She paused, encouraged that he nodded slightly to
encourage her, without interrupting her.  "You made it clear that you don't
want to wear a wedding ring on your hand.  I can understand that, for it
will heighten the contrast between me and you.  But I am determined that
you have some kind of ring from me to wear on your body, somewhere.  At
first I thought of giving you two, for your nipples, but they would show
through your shirt, and that might be a problem at work.  I considered
giving you a padlock to wear through your cock, so we could exchange keys,
but that would be cruel -- unlike my padlock, when you are traveling alone
on business, yours would keep you from masturbating, and it is not my
intention to be cruel.  So I'm going to insist on one of my long-time
fantasies.  Remember me mentioning this?  I want to give you a large and
thick gold ring which will run front-to-back through your scrotum, directly
between your balls.  No one else need ever see it, yet it will always
remind you of my love.  A primitive reminder of how our flesh and blood are
mingled together, forever.  Best of all, I will be able to see it
glistening there, whenever I look at your balls."

   He stared at her for many long moments, his face an unreadable mask. 
She began to fear that she had gone too far, and was about to open her
mouth and tell him that it didn't matter, he didn't have to, that she would
accept his proposal without his having to get pierced.  The prospect that
he would withdraw his offer flashed through her like a lightning strike of
fear.  She almost dreaded it when he began to speak before she could get
any words out.  "I'd be honored to wear your ring in my flesh, love.  I
take it as a good omen that we will exchange rings after all." He paused.
"I accept your terms.  Let our bands of metal symbolize the strength of our
love.  Will you marry me?"

   "Yes!" she cried out, "Oh yes yes yes yes yes!" She began to sit up, to
throw her arms around him, but reached the end of her permitted travel
again and fell back heavily onto the bed, still a captive of his chains. 
"Oh hold me, husband to be, I need to embrace you!" He threw himself on top
of her, and embraced her long and tightly.  When he finally pulled away,
Sara tugged on her chains and squirmed prettily.  Playfully she whispered
"Will you ever let me go?"

   "No, I will never release you from the bonds of my love.  But these
chains are mere tokens of that love, and may from time to time be removed."

   "Good" she replied, tears of happiness running freely down her cheeks.
"Please, never ever let me go!  I am yours.  Bind me as you see fit."

   He smiled, his first full smile of the night, and admired her restrained
body fondly.  When his eyes had drunk their fill, he bent and freed her
ankles, then swiftly released her wrists.  He drew her upright and they
embraced tightly again, kissing madly in the wild exuberance of new love.

   When he pushed her gently away, his enigmatic smile was back.  "Still
want that engagement ring?"

   "Yes darling, oh yes!" was her breathless reply.

   "Good.  I want you to get dressed now, without taking a shower -- I want
you to smell of sex.  Pull on your purple satin hot pants and the matching
halter top and heels.  Nothing else, not even underwear."

   "Are you going to take me outside like that?" she asked, afraid he would
want to display his new possession at some rowdy nightclub, not wanting to
have to compete for his attention right now.  When his only reply was to
nod "yes", her temper flared just a bit.  "Then I insist that you wear your
new white cotton shorts, the ones that are three sizes too small, a white
mesh shirt, and your white cowboy boots.  No underwear for you either.  If
I'm to be on display, then you should be too!" She had tried this before,
but he had never gone along with it in the past.  She wondered if this time
would be different.

   Her request didn't interfere with his plans any, so he flashed a quick
grin.  "Just this once, in honor of the special occasion, I'll dress as you
ask." He jumped into the shorts, pulled on a shirt, and took the boots out
to the living-room with him, very aware of her eyes scanning across him
until he was well out of sight.  Sara heard him speak briefly on the phone,
and then was back to collect her.  She had taken the extra moments after
getting dressed to paint her lips a matching purple and add a heavy layer
of dark eye shadow and eye liner.  It went well with her skimpy outfit and
combined with her curvaceous figure and rumpled hairdo made her look like a
tart.  She didn't ordinarily dress this way, but was glad to do it now
because she knew how it excited him when she looked slutty when they went
out.  When he caught sight of her he gave a low whistle of appreciation,
winked, and wordlessly lead her out to the car, his box tucked under one
arm.  Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for her and helped her get in,
then bent and pulled her right arm back behind the seat and snapped a
handcuff around her wrist.  It was attached to the floor by just the right
length of chain so she could continue to sit comfortably, and he carefully
double-locked it in place.  He closed her door, went around, got in
himself, and fastened her other wrist similarly.  Then he pulled her
seat-belt around her torso and snapped the tab into the catch.  Reaching
around behind her seat, he retracted the shoulder belt until both parts of
her seat-belt were pulling her tightly into the bucket seat.  Keeping
tension on the belt, he flipped a little lever he had added to the
seat-belt retractor, so that it would not release the tension.  Then he
bent over and kissed her nipples through the flimsy, clingy material.

   Since her wrists were pulled back behind her seat, she couldn't even get
close to the seat-belt release button.  "Are you always going to keep me
restrained like this?" she asked in a tiny voice, squirming at the touch of
his lips through the soft sexy fabric.

   "Always" was his curt reply, between kisses.

   "Good" she sighed in relief.  "I don't ever want you to let go of me."
He started the car, and they drove off into the night, riding together in
companionable silence.  The moon was just a crescent, and they drove
further out until they reached the wild hills of the West Virginia
countryside, surrounded by inky darkness.  Dirk pulled off to the side of
the road once they were away from civilization, and untied the upper
strings of her halter, pulling it down to expose her breasts.  She sucked
in her breath in surprise, and made some whimpering noises, but did not
otherwise protest.  While it always made her very nervous when he took
risks like this, he had done it before, and there had never been any
trouble.  She trusted to Dirk to take care of her, but she was very nervous
for the rest of the trip, especially when the headlights of the occasional
oncoming car shone brightly upon her.  She felt very exposed, very
vulnerable.  Traffic approached them just often enough to keep her feeling
anxious and squirming, and she found herself holding her breath until each
one had passed by and the welcome darkness had returned.  The lap belt kept
her from ducking down out of sight, and she could only wonder what the
other drivers could see of her.

   "That one was a cop!" she exclaimed at one point, but the only sympathy
she got was an extensive caress of her exposed breasts that left her
breathless and wanting still more.  She watched the rear-view mirror for a
long time, fearing to see the dreaded red and blue flashing beacons, but
observed only inky blackness.  The fear of being caught as she was filled
her with excitement, and made Dirk's touch seem almost electric.  Her scent
of arousal suffused the car.

   After hours of driving, Dirk pulled off the road and into a long,
winding driveway covered with crushed gravel.  It wound up into the hills
for a good way, before debouching into a small clearing.  There was a dark
house, and a large barn, out of which shone thin beams of yellow light from
between the cracks.  They parked, and Dirk released his bride to be, then
retied her halter top for her.  They kissed briefly, then he removed his
box from the trunk, took her hand, and lead her inside.

   "Howdy Dirk!" called out a thin older man wearing jeans and a plaid
shirt.  "Must be hot down there in the city" he said, glancing oddly at
Dirk's thin clothes, letting his eyes linger a bit too long on the dark
stain of Dirk's pubic hair showing through, and the clear outline of his
genitals.  Dirk didn't bat an eye, but Sara blushed as she watched the
stranger staring hungrily at her lover's very noticeable cock.  She hadn't
realized just how transparent those shorts really were.

   "Hi, Steve" was Dirk's casual response.  Nothing seemed to ruffle him.
When Steve was done with his stare, he took Sara's hand and bowed to brush
it with his lips.  "You must be Sara.  You are even more beautiful than
Dirk had described." His voice was warm and friendly.  "I'm pleased to
finally meet you.  I've heard about your engagement; you have my best
wishes!" He ushered them both over towards a collection of well maintained
looking machines.  Sara was impressed by the fact that the floor and the
equipment were all immaculate, even though the equipment was obviously well
used.  "Sara, has Dirk told you that your engagement bands are to be welded
on, and that you will not be able to remove them, ever again?" He looked at
her, expectantly, nothing in his tone of voice indicating that the question
he had asked was in any way special.

   "He has, and I've agreed.  I'm very excited about the prospect, in fact.
Can we do it tonight?" she asked, breathless.

   "Certainly, my dear.  That was the plan." Turning to Dirk, he asked "Do
you have the ring?" Dirk handed it to him, silently, while Sara giggled at
the wording.  The man lead her over to a low table which had a heavy
looking machine on it.  He put the open curving band of the ring into the
machine, then took her hand and laid it inside the partly closed ring, the
thin layer of latex making a comfortable cushion.  Closing the lid on the
machine, he looked at Dirk.

   "Any last minute regrets?  Still want to marry me?" Dirk asked with a
straight face, a hint of laughter in his voice.

   "I want it with all my heart" she answered seriously.  Turning her face
back to the older man, she spoke sweetly to him.  "Please, sir, push the
button.  Make it permanent!  I've been waiting for this day for a long
time."

   "Ah, the eagerness of youth" he said, smiling.  "I wish you two a
lifetime of happiness." He pressed a big red button, and tremendous
energies were unleashed.  The floor shook from the rumbling of the machine,
and Sara felt the metal band slowly closing down around her ring finger. 
She was so excited by what was happening that drops of her moisture plainly
wetted the front of her scanty hot-pants.  She almost came when the ends of
the band were pressed together in a final crash, the ring now a light touch
all around her finger.  The man whisked off the top of the machine, and
Sara withdrew her hand to behold her new engagement ring.

   She touched it reverently, almost as if it wasn't going to be real,
admiring it's shiny metal, putting her index finger through the attached
ring and tugging on it playfully.  "It's very comfortable" she said
distractedly.  She tried to pull it off over her knuckle, but it was
clamped closed much too tightly for it to move very far, much less come off
that way.  "It doesn't come off, either!  It's wonderful!" Her face broke
into a beam of sunlight, and she threw herself at Dirk, wrapping her arms
around him and kissing him madly.  "Yes, it's wonderful!  I love you, I
love you, I love you!" She dropped a hand to his crotch and patted his
stiffening manhood.  Fluttering her eyes at him, she whispered "I need you,
too!" She enjoyed feeling him responding, growing still larger in her hand.
"But I'm not all yours yet, so you can't have me now.  I want to wear all
your bands, right now.  What's next?"

   Steve took her hand again.  "What follows next can be very frightening.
The machines make a lot of noise.  Would you like a blindfold, or a
sedative?" he asked solicitously.

   "No way!  I want to watch every step of this.  This doesn't happen to a
gal every day, you know?" she replied enthusiastically.

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