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Subject: {ASSM} Bands of Love (Bond Mf Rom) Part 3
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 09:10:01 -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 
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   It had a king-sized bed, and Dirk pulled the covers off and had her lie
down in the center of it.  He rummaged around in the dresser until he found
what he was looking for.  Sitting down at the foot of the bed, Sara heard
the rattle of chain, and the snap of two locks closing.  Alarmed, she sat
up and saw that her feet had been restrained, her bands having been
padlocked to the chain.  "All the conveniences of home, darling.  Relax. 
Let me show you one of the neat features of your new bands." So saying, he
gently took her left wrist, and manipulated the surface of the shiny band
there.  He deftly locked it to another piece of chain, and connected that
to an eyebolt at the far corner of the headboard.  He clambered over her
and fastened her other arm similarly, leaving her only a little slack to
move in, her body arranged in a "Y" pattern for the night.  He replaced the
covers, snuggled next to her, and went instantly to sleep.  After taking a
moment to congratulate herself on her good fortune, she soon followed him
into sleep.  Her dreams were populated with fantastic adventure stories and
dramatic conquests.

   At 10 the next morning, the alarm went off, and Dirk groggily reached
over to shut the unfamiliar noise off.  Releasing Sara's chains, he
rummaged around in the chest of drawers until he found something
appropriate, and gave it to her to put on.  "Where are my own clothes?" she
asked.

   "Back in the barn.  Want to got outside wearing only skins to get them?"

   Mollified, she pulled on what she had been given, and gave another bleat
of outrage.  "I will not wear this!" she declared hotly.

   "You already are" he observed, "and it looks very nice on you.  You make
a terrific French Maid."

   "But it doesn't even have a back!  My ass is completely uncovered!"

   "So I had noticed.  I must say it really adds something to the effect.
You look really really good in it.  And your new bands make it even more
special.  They look lovely on you, darling.  Now come along to breakfast,
I'm hungry."

   Somewhat mollified, and knowing how important it was to keep Dirk fed
properly, she took his proffered hand and let him lead her off.  Enjoying
the sly touches of his fingers as they walked, he took her downstairs to
the kitchen, which was an unusually small room made even more unusual by
the fact that there was a piece of heavy chain hanging from the center of
the ceiling.  Before she knew what had happened, she found that Dirk had
padlocked her neck band to the chain at about shoulder height.  "Now what?"
she asked grouchily.

   "Why, now you cook us brunch.  Pancakes, eggs, sausage, coffee, and
fresh squeezed juice.  It was designed as a one-person kitchen, you'll find
everything right at hand.  Just put things out on the breakfast counter
over there when they are ready" he said airily, waving to a small window in
the wall that served as a pass-through into the dining area.

   "But can't move!  I can't cook like this!" she bitched back at him,
sensing that she had already lost this battle.

   "Oh yes you can.  There isn't anything in this kitchen you can't reach.
Now, get to it, we wouldn't want our host to get here before everything is
ready."

   "You dirty trickster, you" she said smiling, having surrendered herself
to this latest game of Dirk's.  "You always like to make things more
difficult for me, don't you." She began taking inventory of the kitchen,
flashing a lot of skin each time she bent over.  Realizing that her
"Maid's" uniform was designed more to titillate any onlookers than serve
any useful purpose, she played along with the game and made sure to adopt
poses that gave Dirk a good view.  He leaned casually in the doorway,
enjoying the sight of his wife-to-be working away, more beautiful in her
scanty outfit than if she had been nude.  She was resourceful enough that
already she rarely noticed the lack of one hand.  Whenever she needed to
open something, she just brought her free hand up to meet the other one,
and operated on it there.

   "Marvelous" he breathed.  "You are a joy to watch." His compliments made
her really begin to relax and enjoy herself, and the task of preparing all
that food gave her something concrete to occupy her thoughts with.  She had
everything ready in time, and she served breakfast to the men through the
little window in the wall.  She wasn't released from her chain, so she had
to eat hers standing in the kitchen, although she was included in the
conversation as if she had been sitting out in the dining room with the two
men.  Between mouthfuls, she primped and preened before their hot lustful
gazes.

   After Sara had had washed all the dishes by hand, Dirk came in to talk
with her, and he started by removing her maid's uniform, leaving it folded
neatly on the counter-top.  "Our host has invited us to stay the rest of
the weekend, darling.  It's going to be great weather, so I've accepted."
He kissed away her objections, unchained her, and lead her out into the
back yard, down the hill, and around to the little lake.  There stood two
stout poles, not too far apart, and he used the integral flip-out loops of
her bands to affix her standing between them, her limbs arranged in an "X"
shape.  His padlocks snapped shut.

   "But I'm stark naked!" she protested, after it was far too late.

   "Precisely.  I like you best that way.  You can work on your suntan
while you watch the ducks in the lake.  Relax, enjoy yourself."

   "But we are outdoors.  What if someone should happen along?" she
protested.

   "This is private property.  If someone sneaks in, I'll shoot him, and
you can cook him for dinner.  Now just relax." He addressed himself to
kissing and caressing her, and soon he had her aroused again.  He always
took great delight in overwhelming her powers of reason by activating her
hormones.  It worked again.

   Soon, she was all excited.  "Oh darling, this is so wonderful out here.
I love it when you have me all tied up and make me struggle like this.  I'm
completely in your power, you can do anything you want with me.  I trust
you.  The feeling of freedom I get from being in your control is
exhilarating.  Please darling, make love to me, right now, just as you have
me, out here among the wind and the trees?" She asked nicely enough and
often enough that he gave in.  Stripping off his clothes, he stood right in
front of her and adjusted the spread of his legs until he was inside her at
just the right height.  He used both hands to good advantage, and while he
had entered her without foreplay just to play rough, he made it up to her
as they went.  It was a long, slow loving, and they both came nearly
together.

   Sara was ecstatic, and went into orbit for a while.  When she came down
from her high, she was surprised to find that she was alone.  She looked
all around, but there was no one anywhere in sight.  "Darn, he got away!"
With a lighthearted sigh, she settled down to enjoy the beautiful day.  She
had to admit to herself that she would never have taken time from her busy
schedule to spend an afternoon admiring a lake, but since she had no choice
about it, she decided to make the best of a good thing.  She talked to
herself.  "Ah, Dirk always seems to be able to arrange it so I get to do
nice things, whether I had planned on it or not.  I'm really fortunate to
have such a considerate man looking out for me.  And I'm finally getting
married!  Hooray!" The euphoria of that knowledge kept her spirits high for
a long time, and she thought about the wedding, who she would invite, where
their honeymoon would be, what being married would be like.

   Eventually, her enthusiasm ran down, and as the sun reached it's hottest
intensity, boredom and discomfort set in.  Little trickles of sweat ran
down her forehead, and she had to keep shaking her head to fling them off
so they wouldn't get into her eyes and sting.  With nothing to do, time
seemed to come to a standstill.  For the thousandth time she tugged on her
bonds, with absolutely no effect except to jiggle the padlocks slightly. 
She was well held, with very little play in her bonds for movement.  She
spent a lot of time staring at the bands of metal welded around her wrists,
learning first hand how these symbols of her engagement could also be used
to thoroughly control her.

   The bands made her think of Dirk, and Dirk made her think of her father.
He had been a big man, supervisor in a successful construction company, and
Sara remembered well his easy smile.  She also remembered the tough way he
had run the family, making sure that everyone behaved the way he thought
was best.  Her mother had been very pretty, and nice in a quiet sort of
way, but she bowed to her husband in everything, and let him raise the
family.  Sara remembered well how he had blistered her backside when he got
wind of the fact that she was "doing it" with her boyfriend.  That hadn't
been fun, but he made it clear that she shouldn't be having sex until she
was in college.  He had been a lusty man, and it was no secret among her
sisters and bothers that he made it with mom several times every day.  Mom
moaned and whooped and yelled her orgasms to the world, and the thin walls
of the house did nothing to keep their lovemaking private.  "No question
about where I got my sex drive from" Sara said out loud.  Staying chaste
through the rest of high school had been incredibly difficult for her, but
she had obeyed her father's commands.

   Sara recalled how she had just started her first semester of college
when the bad news came: dad had been killed in a construction accident. 
She had to return home to help take care of the family.  With her good
grades and fast typing speed she was able to land a day job as a secretary,
but without his firm hand to guide them, they all went wild.  Her mom
hadn't been able to keep control of any of the five kids, and before long
even mom went wild too.  Sara recalled how over the next three years she
had laid more men than most women manage in a lifetime.  She had a date
almost every night, and it was rare that she didn't succeed in bedding him
on the first try.  For a while it became almost a contest with her sisters,
to see who could get laid the most.  A couple of times she had even gone
out on double dates with her mom, but that had been too weird -- her mom
seemed to go for guys who would tie her up, and after spending a few double
dates roped to her mom, Sara broke away from the family for good.

   She recalled a few of the notable men out of the blur of faces and
bodies she had sampled, and then thought of the first time she had met
Dirk. He had been different, right from the start.  He seemed immune to her
offers, and didn't bed her on that first date, but somehow got her to
commit to a second date.  He arranged everything, and they dined well and
talked excitedly into the night.  This pattern continued on their third and
fourth date.  It was the longest that she had gone without sex, and she
missed it.  Getting teased mercilessly by her sisters wasn't helping her
state of mind, either.  On their fifth date, a Friday, he had reservations
for them in a ritzy restaurant, and she was wearing her best dress.  When
they went in to eat he brought along a prettily wrapped gift, but made no
mention of it.  Sara recalled with a smile how her curiosity had been
eating her up the whole evening.  After he had settled the check, Dirk had
turned back to her and presented her with the box, saying "You look very
beautiful this evening Sara, but I think we are ready to shift gears. 
Please take this present into the lady's room and put it on for me.  I'll
wait for you here."

   She recalled her excitement as took the package and rushed off.  Safe in
her stall, she had torn open the paper to see what was inside.  It was a
two piece outfit in soft wet-look black vinyl, with a note pinned to it. 
She remembered it well, she still had that note.  It read "Please use the
enclosed makeup liberally, and return to the table wearing only these new
items and your heels.  Put everything else into the box and give it to me."
The word "only" had been underlined, twice.  Excited by the look of his
present, and by his self-assuredness with her, she stripped nude.  After
hanging up her expensive gown on the hook, she stepped carefully into the
briefs.  They were a tiny double "V" of shiny black vinyl just large enough
to cover her cunt and the crack of her ass, with the entire side panels
being a sheer mesh.  Right down her crotch was a big brass zipper, with a
bold ring announcing it's existence.  She tugged on the ring, and it
unzipped easily, revealing the pink lips of her labia.  Giggling, she
zipped it back up, and put on the top.  It was a bustier that also closed
in the middle with a ringed zipper, only she filled it so well that she
couldn't get it to close higher than mid-breast, leaving a lot of her chest
open to view.  "This is more like it!" she had muttered to herself,
slipping on the finger-less black lace gloves.  In the bottom of the box
were two earrings, each a string of three small brass bells.  She removed
her elegant opal earrings, and put on the new ones, enjoying the way they
tinkled softly at her every move.  She put her now unused undergarments
into the box, folded her gown in on top, and walked over to the mirror.

   Scooping out the lipstick and makeup cases from the bottom of the box,
she started painting her face.  She hadn't gotten very far when a matronly
woman interrupted her, saying "We don't allow working girls in this joint,
honey.  Please leave, now" as she entered her stall.  Sara was blushing to
the roots of her hair, too embarrassed to try and explain herself, so she
worked quickly to finish applying her makeup before the woman returned. 
She was interrupted again, this time by a soft hand on the exposed skin of
her ass.  "Ooh, nice ass" a sexy voice cooed.  "Let me get a look at you."
Soft hands turned her around, and she faced a tall raven haired woman, a
bit on the youngish side, elegantly dressed in white, who stood almost 15cm
taller than Sara.  "Yum, you are a sexy morsel" she said, wickedly running
her hands down Sara's exposed stomach.  With one finger she tugged down on
the zipper.  Before Sara could say more than "Hey!", the woman had slid a
finger between her nether lips, discovering lots of moisture there.  "And
hot, too!" she said appreciatively, directing her caresses straight to
Sara's clit.  Sara's resistance evaporated.  Having been without sex for so
long, and having spent the evening lusting after Dirk, she was in no
condition to resist such a direct assault.  Her only reply was to close her
eyes and moan lustily as the fingers continued to move.  "Want to join me
for a drink?  Or are you already taken?" the woman whispered between tender
kisses.

   The matron chose that moment to reappear, and when she saw what was
going on she cursed and said "Ugh!  Lezzies!" and stormed out.  Overwhelmed
by renewed embarrassment as well as lust, Sara managed somehow to blurt out
the words "Man" and "Waiting" between kisses.  "Dinner tomorrow, then?" the
woman persisted.  Sara managed to shake her head "no".  "Some other time,
then.  I'll put my card in your box here.  Give me a call sometime." She
darted away to deposit a card, then came back and resumed her attentions,
drawing Sara into a long passionate kiss.  Sara didn't consider herself bi,
but when double dating with her mom they had often been asked to put on a
show for the men, and she was no stranger to kissing female flesh.  When it
ended, the woman said "I gave you two cards.  Give one to your lover.  I
like boys too, especially ones with imagination." Sara felt herself caught
in the animal magnetism of the woman, and her mind refused to function. 
Her new friend helped her finish applying her makeup, doing a far more
expert job than Sara could have managed, and then had Sara walk back and
forth across the room until her poise and gait were acceptable.  They slid
into a warm embrace.  "You move well.  I have a present for you." The woman
removed a little black cylinder from her purse, and it unrolled into a
black velvet ribbon which was quickly tied around Sara's neck.  "Now you
look the perfect Southern Belle.  Just a bit of this" she said, quickly
dousing most of Sara's exposed skin with the mist from an atomizer, "and
you are ready to head off to loverboy." The woman zipped up Sara's crotch
zipper, handed her the gift box, and gave her a friendly push towards the
door.

   Confused, but still very much under the spell of this mysterious woman,
Sara strode out of the restroom, walking tall and displaying herself
proudly as she had just been coached.  Her bell earrings tinkled softly as
she walked, and she had only taken a few steps into the elegant, dimly lit
dining room before she had a dozen men staring hungrily at her.  By the
time she had reached Dirk's table, all conversation had stopped, and she
felt certain that she was the center of attention.  He stood as she
approached, relieved her of the box, and held her chair out for her.

   Seated, she flushed with embarrassment, and her mind refused to work. 
"Can we go someplace else?" was all she could think to ask.  He nodded. 
Standing, he helped her to her feet, and gave her his arm, and they walked
slowly across the dining room to the exit.  She felt the eyes burning into
her the whole way.  Once outside she thought she would be able to relax,
but the cool evening's breezes on all her exposed skin made her feel naked
and vulnerable, and she rested her head on Dirk's biceps as they walked
slowly to his car.

   The rest of the night was like a strange dream for Sara.  He didn't take
her home, he took her to a fancy dance hall where everyone was wearing
flashy costumes.  He didn't give her a chance to feel underdressed, he just
took her out onto the floor and they started dancing to the powerful
primitive beat.  As her body began to heat up, the perfume that had been
sprayed on her started to take effect.  She felt an overwhelming need take
hold of her.  "Dirk, please take me home" she asked him urgently, but he
just smiled enigmaticly and kept on leading her around the dance floor. 
Her dancing became more sexual, more explicit, and he worked her even
harder.  Sara felt she was going to explode with need.  "Dirk, would you
like to fuck me?" she finally asked.  He winked at her, and continued
dancing.  After he had flung her away and pulled her back into his arms a
few more times, she tried again.  "Dirk, fuck me, please fuck me." She
wasn't asking, this time, she was insisting.

   "What, right here?" he asked, eyes twinkling.

   "Damn it, yes.  Right here, if it pleases you.  I need you that badly,
Dirk!"

   He grinned, and continued dancing her across the floor, only this time
with a purpose.  The next time the DJ snuck out of his booth to head over
to the bar, Dirk stopped dancing and pulled Sara along behind him.  As soon
as they were in the little booth, he pulled down the zippers on her bikini
and his trousers, bent her over the chair, and entered her from behind. 
"Stay low, so nobody can see us" he cautioned her as he began pummeling her
with his cock.  From the excitement of it all he came almost immediately,
squirting his white hot cum deep inside her, but he didn't get soft
afterward, and keep up his rhythm until she came too.  She started making
so much noise that Dirk had to cover her mouth with his hand.

   Dirk got the impression that she would have kept on coming all evening,
if he had let her, so he pulled out abruptly.  Just as he had gotten them
both zipped up again, the DJ returned.  "Hi, what can I do for you?" he
said, leering drunkenly at Sara.

   "We just came up to ask if you would play Touch Me by Samantha Fox" Dirk
replied easily.

   "Sure pal, null perspiration." Looking at Sara's heaving chest and
glazed eyes, the DJ said "I like the way you dance, honey.  I've been
watching you two.  Here's four free passes, come back and see us again." He
thrust a handful of slightly rumpled looking blue tickets at Sara, and by
reflex she accepted them.

   "Thanks" Dirk said warmly, leading Sara back out to the dance floor,
tucking the tickets into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.  Without
pause, he stepped out onto the floor and resumed dancing.  Sara recalled
feeling all soft and pliable, and she let him lead her through whatever
moves he wanted.  She imagined that she could feel his sperm moving around
inside her belly, and the thought of dancing with a cunt full of fresh
sperm made her intensely horny.  She softly begged him to take her home,
and after they had danced to the song he had requested, he did.

   Sara remembered it fondly.  As soon as he had closed the door to his
place, he had gathered her in his arms for a long powerful kiss which left
her breathlessly grinding her hips against his leg.  "There is one thing I
need to warn you about before I take you to bed, luscious one" he had said.
She had urged him to get on with it.  "In the bedroom, I insist on being in
control." She had nodded her willing agreement, and he had countered by
producing a short piece of red silk rope.  "I want to tie your hands, so
you won't interfere." Consumed by lust, she would have agreed to almost
anything, and at her nod she found her wrists swiftly joined behind her
back.  He unzipped her crotch zipper, pushed her down over the arm of his
sofa, and again took her from behind.  This time he exhibited better
control, and came only when she did.  When they were sated, he gathered her
perspiring body into his arms and carried her off to the bedroom, where he
unleashed his talented tongue on her.  As the hours passed, she had slowly
lost her clothing, until near daybreak she was curled up against him, nude,
her hands still bound.  They slept that way, and didn't wake up until
nearly dusk on Saturday.

   Standing outdoors bound between the posts, her mind still on the events
of a year and a half ago, Sara drifted into a trance-like state.  Her
thoughts became jumbled, and she thought idly about the bands, Dirk, her
father, the lake, the ducks, the trees, the sky.  Her mood mellowed, and a
timeless calm drifted over her, allowing her to drowsily enjoy her
situation.

   Towards midafternoon, she heard the sounds of people coming her way. 
Alarmed out of her reverie, she looked wildly around and spotted two men
walking toward the lake carrying a big cooler between them.  Paying no
attention to her, they loaded up a little row boat, and went out into the
lake to fish and tell stories.  When they got a little closer, she could
see that it was Dirk and Steve, and she breathed a sigh of relief.  They
came a little closer still, then anchored.  She could hear the sounds of
their talk, their laughter, but not what they were saying.  She could see
them admiring her often, but they didn't wave or acknowledge her in any
way. When the storytelling started to get a bit boisterous, a pair of
binoculars appeared, and it thrilled her to know that her widely spread
body was being examined from a distance, that they could see her even
though she couldn't see much of them.  She sucked in her belly and thrust
out her chest and gave them something special to look at.  She imagined
that they were pirate captains, and that she was the prize.  Alas, her
pirates ignored her, and after a while they returned to the little pier and
lugged the cooler back up the shore, leaving her once again alone.

   Just as it was getting dark, someone approached again.  Sara turned to
look, and was disappointed to see that it was Steve and not Dirk that had
come for her.  When he released her, he stretched her out on the ground and
gave her body a very comforting rubdown before starting to lead her back to
the house.  She was irritated with him for fastening her wrists behind her
back with one of the padlocks, but got really indignant when he clipped an
animal leash to her collar and began leading the way.  She had to watch
carefully where she stepped with her bare feet, which kept her fairly well
occupied, but she groused for a good part of the way, until she realized
that it was accomplishing nothing.  With a sigh, she shut up.  Steve lead
her directly to the kitchen and fastened her to the chain there.  With
another sigh, she began fixing supper, one-handed and nude.  The men
enjoyed the show and the meal.

   After they were finished eating, Dirk rescued her from the kitchen and
carried her off to the guest bathroom, where he bathed her lovingly for
hours.  Sara forgot her upset.  Feeling very relaxed, they dried off and
retired to their bedroom.  Sara just wanted to stretch out in the big bed
and luxuriate in her sense of freedom, but Dirk had other plans.  He
fastened both her hands over her head to the middle of the headboard, and
then fastened her left ankle to the foot of the bed.  He stood and attached
a piece of chain to the ceiling, and soon Sara's right leg rose up
perpendicular to her body.  At first her muscles objected to the stretched
out position she was bound in, but soon they relaxed and left her feeling
comfortable.  Dirk kissed her for a long time, until she was quite aroused,
then entered her and began slowly making love to her.  He gave her a gentle
orgasm, and then pulled out.  "More, please" she asked softly.

   When Dirk was again satisfied, her suspended leg was released.  With a
nude man snuggling against her side of her but three of her limbs still
bound, Sara dropped into exhausted, dreamless sleep.

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