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Subject: {ASSM} Bands of Love (Bond Mf Rom) Part 4
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 09:10:03 -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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   The next morning, Sara was feeling sexually content -- so content that
she didn't even protest as she was placed into her awkward bondage in the
kitchen.  She took great pleasure from how the men devoured her with their
eyes as they devoured her food with their forks.  After breakfast she was
told to make sandwiches for a picnic lunch, and as she finished each one
Steve tucked it into a battered old saddle-pack that he had brought in. 
"Do you know how to ride a horse?" he asked conversationally as she worked.
"A bit.  I had lessons as a little girl, and I don't think I've forgotten
too much."

   Her answer seemed to satisfy him.  When lunch had been packed, Steve
released her from the chain, and lead her upstairs, where he dug around in
some closets until he found her an old cowboy shirt, a very short pair of
cutoff shorts, and some old beat-up sneakers that were about her size. 
Dressed, he lead her downstairs and out back, where Dirk was getting to
know the two horses tethered there.  Dirk gave out a low whistle as he
caught sight of Sara.  "Darling, no matter what clothes I put you in, you
always manage to make my eyeballs fall out.  You make a gorgeous cowgirl."
She smiled and primped at the compliment, enjoying his attention.

   They all checked over their horses, and soon were riding off into the
hills, Steve in the lead.  Sara was reminded of her new bands as she felt
them move with the horse , and watched her bands in fascination as they
gently moved They didn't ride for more than half an hour before they
reached the top of a nearby hill, and Steve called a halt.  The horses were
tethered in the shade of some trees, and a big blanket was spread out in
the sun.  They all flopped down onto the blanket, and just enjoyed the
peaceful, lazy Sunday afternoon.  After about an hour of being relaxed,
they all started getting frisky, and soon they were romping around like
kids, tickling and teasing each other mercilessly.  It wasn't too much
longer before Sara's hormones kicked in and she found herself squirming in
need, the tickling fingers driving her wild with lust.  In between peals of
laughter, she started asking Dirk to fuck her.

   Dirk began helping her out of her clothes, and soon they were nude and
frolicking in the sun.  When her need had become intense, Dirk pushed her
onto her back and slid slowly into her moist depths.  He loved her long and
hard, enjoying the feel of the sun and the cooling breeze on his skin as he
slaked his lust.  Ride me, cowboy, ride me!" Dirk loved her with a power
and furry that Dirk rarely demonstrated.  Her repeated cries of joy echoed
off the trees and became one with the sounds of the great outdoors.

   Dirk pulled Sara over to where he lay on his back, and lowered the
widely stretched hole between her legs down onto his cock.  She began
moving smoothly up and down, and Dirk enjoyed lying there, allowing her to
control the pace for a change.  Sara milked him long and slowly, until she
had him gasping and thrashing with need, before picking up the pace and
finishing him off.

   When Sara felt a pair of hands drawing her across the coarse blanket,
she couldn't believe her good luck.  Dirk spread her out before him, and
slurped noisily in her crotch until he had brought her to a shattering
orgasm, which he encored by entering her yet again.  He had to work hard to
manage a third ejaculation, but she did feel it when he came inside her,
and she kissed him tenderly as he lay panting at her side..

   They rested together in the sun, a tangle of limbs and bodies, more
content than most people ever manage to be.  The sun welcomed them with
it's warm embrace.

   After they had polished off the lunch and drinks from the saddlebags,
Sara managed to use her mouth to inspire Dirk to become aroused again, and
while he was busily thrusting into her.  Bringing Sara to one last climax,
he had to admit defeat and withdraw, and she brought him a cool drink and
kissed him gently.  "Man, you are a real stallion.  It's rare that I get a
pussy pounding like the kind you can dish out.

   It was late when they were driving back toward the city, Sara once again
wearing her purple outfit, cuffed and belted to the passenger seat.  Sara
noticed that her new bands made interesting jingling noises against the
cuffs as the road vibrations were transmitted through the chains.  They had
been making comfortable small talk for many miles, when Dirk became serious
again.  "There are some details we haven't discussed yet, sweetie.  Like
what size wedding to have, and when to have it.  What are your feelings
about this?"

   "I know I'm supposed to want a big church wedding with all the
trimmings, but it doesn't really matter to me.  In fact, with my new
adornments, it might be hard to find a church that will take us.  Honestly,
I would like to just have a very small private wedding.  It might be
simpler.  And it's you I want to spend time with, not planning some
ceremony.  If dad were still alive I might feel different, but..." her
voice drifted away into sad recollections.  She felt sure that her dad
would have been happy that she had landed as good a catch as Dirk.  She had
a sudden, odd insight about her dad.  She began to suspect that he might
greatly approve of her bands.  She wished that he was still alive, so she
could show them to him.  She was so proud of them.

   "Well, this is a bit sudden.  But I wouldn't want to keep you waiting,
love.  How about four weeks from now?  That will give me a chance to make
all the arrangements."

   "Great!  I can hardly wait!" was Sara's enthusiastic reply.  She wanted
to throw her arms around Dirk and smother him in kisses, but even though
she struggled with all her might she couldn't budge from her spot.

   " You know now I will have to modify this car again.  I will remove the
cuffs and put in attachments for your bands.  You look so good when you
struggle" he observed, a hint of a smile pulling the corners of his mouth
upwards.  "It's one of your most endearing features."

   "If you were smart enough to keep me in restraints all the time, then
you wouldn't have any shortage" she taunted back.  He kept her squirming
the rest of the drive home.

   It was late when they finally arrived back at home.  Both were exhausted
from the activities of the weekend.  Dirk lovingly carried Sara into the
house and ordered her to remove "everything you can, go to the bathroom and
meet me in the bedroom.  Once there Dirk fastened her left ankle to the bed
with a strong lock.  Sara relished the sound as the lock closed with an
authoritative click.  Then Sara finally got her wish wrapped her arms and
her free leg around Dirk and drifted off to sleep, happier than she had
ever been in her life.  Finally finding her mate....Forever.

   The next morning it was the alarm clock that woke them, back to the real
world, Dirk reached up and turned the noisy thing off.  Sara did not open
her eyes but, silently wondered if it was all a dream, a romantic wonderful
dream.  Sara tentatively moved her left leg to roll over.  There was the
jingle of a chain and then her leg stopped.  It was not the familiar
feeling of leather that surrounded her ankle, but instead the smooth cool
touch of gold on steel.  It is not a dream it is real Sara felt very happy.

   Dirk was already out of bed and heading for the shower, but Sara lazed
in bed, because she did not have to leave as early as Dirk to make it to
work on time.  It was not too long before Dirk emerged already dressed for
the office.  "I am going to pick up something to eat on the way in this
morning, and I am going to start working on the special details of our
wedding at lunch." Dirk said as he was bending down to release Sara.  "You
work on the other details of the ceremony." With that he was on his way to
the door.  Sara got up and headed for the bathroom and turned on the water
for a shower, it was still warm from its recent use so she quickly stepped
in.  Sara enjoyed the feeling of the warm water as she lathered up, and
thought that this was the first time in many days that she was free.  But
was she?  Not really, the bands are still in place she thought.  While she
was still all soapy she grabbed the left bracelet and slid it down her
wrist a little.  It caught right at the base of her hand, the bracelet will
never come off.  Not even close, it barely moved, all of the events of the
past days came flooding back and she felt content.  Sara hurried to finish
her shower, she stepped out of the shower drying herself as she caught
sight, of herself, in the full length mirror, on the door.  The contrast
was striking, the gleaming bands against her naked body.  Her tan from her
time by the lake made the band stand out even more.  I truly belong to Dirk
forever, she thought, and she could not have been happier.  She hurried to
put on her white pants uniform, grabbing some quick cereal and fruit for
breakfast.

   On her drive to the orthodontists office, where Sara was a dental
assistant, her mind was filled with the events of the past days and all of
the things to get done for their ceremony.  Sara arrived at work just as
the first patients were arriving.  She greeted the other girls and the
doctor as she got ready to see the first patients.  There was the usual how
was your weekend, but Sara was not ready to talk about yet, actually, she
was not sure how to talk about it.  Her coworkers did not know of her
"passions" and Sara did not want to explain.  It was a busy morning with
one patient after another, but Sara was constantly aware of her new
jewelry. She could feel with anklets move under her pants as she walked and
her bracelets somehow just felt different, maybe heavier than any those she
had occasionally worn before.  One of her patients cancelled out mid
morning and Sara decided to use the time for a cup of coffee.  As she sat
down at the table with it her wrist band hit the table with a "tink".  Sara
for the first time took a good look at her new band.  She noticed that it
was not round as she has assumed.  Instead it was in the shape of an oval
that matched the shape of her wrist exactly.  It was just slightly larger
than the smallest part of her wrist, just enough that she could squeeze her
finger between the band and her skin.  Each was polished to a mirror bright
finish, that reflected the light, but the edges were smooth, not sharp, in
fact they were much more suited to restraint than the many types of
handcuffs Dirk had used on her before.  Sara tried to turn the band on her
wrist, but since it was oval it was too small for her to do so.  Sara
looked and felt the entire surface very carefully, but there was not even
an hint of a seam anywhere.

   The rest of the morning passed by very quickly, Sara had time only to
make some phone calls about availability of places for the upcoming
wedding. Sara accepted an invitation to go to lunch with Amy and Sue, the
two other assistants in the office.  They went to a fast food place around
the corner and were soon seated in a corner table with their food making
small talk.  Sara had finished eating and was sitting with her elbow on the
table when Amy asked about her bracelet.  She realized that she had been
running her finger over its smooth surface as they had been talking.

   "I have never seen a bracelet like that one before, but you have one on
each wrist, how do they open?" Amy was asked.

   With only a moment hesitation Sara replied "They don't open."

   "Well then how in the world do you take them off?" Amy asked with a
confused look on her face.

   "I can't take them off!" Sara answered as she turned her arm over so
they could look.

   "What in the world...." Amy said as she took hold of Sara's left band
and Sue took hold of the right.  "Wow, that's neat!  They are beautiful."
said Amy as she looked it over.

   " I don't think I could stand having something I could not take off"
said Sue "How did you get them on?"

   "They were formed, welded and plated around me." Sara informed them.

   "And the collar necklace too?" Amy asked

   "Yes, they are Bands of Love, a present from Dirk." Sara answered.

   "Well I sure hope you love him a lot to accept a binding present like
that." Sue observed.

   "We're getting married in a few weeks." Sara informed them.

   The talk quickly turned to weddings and such until they were late
getting back to the office.  As the afternoon wore on several others in
office stopped Sara to get a closer look at her new permanent jewelry. 
Their reaction was either a love or hate the idea of permanency, but
popular opinion was, that Dirk was very romantic.

   When she reached home that evening there was a message on the machine
from Dirk, with instructions.  Sara immediately started out to fulfill
them. First she went to the bedroom and undressed, she admired again the
sight of her bands that were left after she had taken everything off that
she could.  "I wonder if I will ever tire of them?" she wondered aloud, but
deep in her heart she knew that she would not.  This was for keeps, and it
a very short time she would become even more permanently marked.  She
realized that she could leave now and have the bands cut off and not go
down this path of her life, but soon she would be marked in ways that would
remain with her always.  She looked at her bands and just knew this is the
way she was meant to be.  And somehow she knew that her father would have
approved.  She wonder briefly about her parents relationship behind those
bedroom doors, but was not comfortable with those thoughts.  She quickly
went over to the cabinet where the restraints were kept.  Sara felt funny
opening it as Dirk had always chosen the items from within.  But she
retrieved the locks and chain the as the message had instructed her to. 
She took the longest chain and headed back to the kitchen and put it around
the leg of the stove, brought the end link back to another link in the
chain, put the padlock though the links and closed it.  She then took the
other end of the chain and put a padlock through the last link.  She then
placed the hasp of the lock between the band and her neck.  The padlock
felt very cold against her warm skin.  Sara closed the lock and it sounded
like the snap echoed through the house, but them maybe it was just ringing
in her ears.  She reached down and attached one end of the short chain to
her left and then though the ring ankle band and closed it fast.

   There she thought, I can not even get back to the chest to look for keys
if I wanted to and I am not going anywhere fast as I can only set my feet
about 12 inches apart.  Lastly she pick up a small length of chain and two
locks and similarly locked her wrists, effectively handcuffing herself. 
Sara then set about fixing a salad for supper.  She wondered when Dirk
would be home.  It would be awfully hard to explain her current situation
if something were to happen to Dirk.  She was putting a lot of trust in
him. Sara realized that she had never trusted anyone, in her entire life,
as deeply as she did Dirk.  It gave her a warm feeling inside to be in this
position.  She continued with the dinner preparations.  But she found that
it was taking her a lot longer than normal, because she had only limited
use of her hands and had to take such small steps.  It would take a full
minute just to get from the sink to the refrigerator and when she got there
she could feel the chain leave the floor and gently sway back and forth
from her collar.

   She was getting close to finishing when she heard that sound of a car in
the drive.  Dirk soon came in through the back door and she came to him,
She was going to put her arms over his head and around his neck.  But Dirk
grabbed the chain between her wrists as she approached and reached out with
the other and grabbed her tit.  He slowly increased the pressure on her
nipple until Sara winced.  "Glad to see me?" Dirk asked.  He released her
tit, reached down between her legs and felt her wetness.  Sara felt her
knees weaken as Dirk touch her.  She did not realize just how much she
wanted him until then.  His hand left her sex much too soon.  Dirk let go
and went into the bedroom.  Sara tried to follow but could not keep up with
his long strides, in her condition.  That chain and the bands just would
not give.  Sara just passed the bathroom when she ran out of chain.  She
could barely see him though the door, but she could tell he was naked. 
Sara wished she could attack him now, but she was left frustrated and far
short of that goal.  Dirk came out of the bedroom wearing shorts and a
T-shirt, quite a contrast to Sara's nakedness.  He brushed passed Sara and
she hobbled after him.  Sara returned to the kitchen and finished fixing
supper.  She knew better than to ask to be released, Dirk would do with her
what he wanted, and they both knew it.  Sara related the events of the day
to Dirk, and he was especially interested in her lunch conversation.  Dirk
informed her that he had made arrangements for their markings, but that
they would have to meet with him before hand, so he had set up an
appointment for next weekend.

   As they finished eating Sara struggled to clean up.  It is not so easy
to do when you can not walk normally and your hands are held together.  To
make matters worse, Dirk would wait till she was handling something
breakable and then tweak a nipple or goose her.  She could not jerk or
react for fear of dropping and breaking the dishes.  Oh what a life, Sara
thought as she could feel herself becoming wet, between the legs.  She
worried that it would start running down her legs if he didn't stop.  And
when ever she would try to capture Dirk to satisfy her desires he would
just dance away.  It was easy for Dirk, as Sara really could not move fast,
only 10 inches at a time.  By the time the kitchen was cleaned up Sara was
burning with need.  Dirk released her ankles and brought her into the
living room and warned to not say a word.  Sara noticed that the coffee
table was cleared off.  She soon learned why, as Dirk instructed her to lay
down on her back along the top of the table.  He quickly fastened the chain
between her bracelets to one end of the table with at short piece of rope.
Dirk spread her legs to the outside of the table and fastened them to the
table legs at both the ankles and knees.  Sara could no longer move.  She
felt very open and vulnerable with legs spread so wide.  Try as she might
she could not reach the knots that held her hands.  She looked up and
noticed that Dirk was just standing there watching her struggle.  She
opened her mouth and then remembered that Dirk had told her to be quiet,
and so closed it again.  Dirk reached down, without warning and grabbed her
right nipple pinching it hard.  With thinking Sara blurted out "Oh Dirk
Aaaah..".  Dirk got a strange new look in his eyes and Sara knew she was in
trouble.  Dirk left the room for a minute and Sara was left to twist
helplessly in her bonds.  Dirk returned with his hand behind is back and
quickly grabbed her left nipple and twisted it.  Sara closed her eyes and
opened her mouth to gasp, but was surprised when it was filled with
something rubbery.  Sara's eyes flew open with puzzlement, but Dirk was
already placing the straps of the gag behind her head.  Dirk tightened the
straps until they dug into her cheeks and pushed the buckle home.  Sara
tried to apologize but could not form any words.  Just unintelligible
sounds came out, it was hopeless.

   "Since you can not keep quiet on your own I have had to help you." Dirk
told her.  "And since you disobeyed, you will had your discomfort level
raised." With that Dirk took two clothes pins out of his pocket.  Sara's
eyes got very big at the sight of them.  It seemed like Dirk was acting in
slow motion as her reached for Sara's right nipple.  He grabbed it lightly
this time and it responded by standing up even more.  "No Sara thought, my
own body is against me." Dirk placed the open jaws around the teat and
released the spring.  The pain was different than Sara had ever felt
before. It was not unbearable, but it was very uncomfortable, and it was
radiating from her nipple all the way out to the base of her breast.  Sara
found herself breathing very quickly, and watching her breast move up and
down with the breaths, but the pin was moving right with it.  It would not
fall off, and Sara felt even more helpless than before, as she could not
get her arms down or roll over the dislodge the pin, not that she wasn't
trying to anyway.  She just wasn't going anywhere.  Just when the pain was
starting to turn into a dull ache, Dirk flicked her left nipple.  Sara just
moaned, and look down at the other side.  Sure enough, her body was working
against her...it nipple was even larger.  Then the other pin was applied
and Sara thought that she had been stuck, because the pain was so sharp. 
But soon the pain settled down to a steady throb.  Dirk's had strayed down
Sara's belly to her crotch.  Her brushed her lips and was amazed at the
amount of fluid.  "My dear you like this, don't you." Dirk remarked.  Sara
realized just how turned on she was now if Dirk would just enter her she
could get the relief she so badly wanted.  Dirk finally started to take off
his clothes, but it seemed like it was taking forever to Sara, she needed
him now!  Dirk reached down and flicked one of the clothes pins, sending a
fresh shot of pain through the nipple, breast, and seemed to be connected
right to her clit.

   "Oh please fuck me" Sara tried to say, but all that came out around the
gag was "Ommmm, mmonm......." Sara was more frustrated than ever.  She
could feel Dirk fingering her pussy.  She tried to raise it to meet his
hand, but it was not use, she was simply too tightly bound.  Finally she
felt Dirk poised to enter her.

   Dirk could wait no longer.  Just the sight of Sara naked, bound by her
bands, and truly struggling to get loose, was almost enough to get him off.
His cock felt like to would burst.  The moaning sounds around the gag, just
added to the atmosphere.  Dirk positioned himself between her helplessly
splayed legs and noticed that she was so wet a puddle was forming between
her ass cheeks.  His prick naturally nestled at the entrance to her love
tunnel.  With one thrust Dirk slid in to the hilt.  It was wonderful warm,
slick, tight, as he slowly pumped in and out.  Sara chest heaved up and
down as she continuously moaned through the gag.

   Finally Dirk gave Sara what she wanted, she could feel him inch into her
pussy and she immediately started to come.  The whole world was centered
between her legs.  As Dirk continued to pump her she could actually feel it
get bigger, and then start pulsing.  Then Dirk reached down and freed both
nipples from the clips.  As the blood rushed back into the nipples that
pain reached new heights as did the pleasure.  Sara could not help but pull
on her bindings as hard as she could, but it was to no avail, they held
fast.

   Next thing Sara realized that Dirk was laying on top of her, kissing her
gently.  Dirk released her and carried her to their bed and gently locked a
chain to each band.  He crawled into the bed beside her a put his arms
around Sara.  Sara tried to return the hug, but the jingle of the chains
stopped her short.  He was in control, there was no escape.  She fell in to
a deep happy sleep.

   On Saturday, Dirk specified that Sara wear her mini skirt, sandals, and
her short top that left a good 8 inches of belly showing and barely covered
her breasts with its deep neck line.  This made her bands stand out all
that much more as their shinny surface gleamed in the morning sun as they
headed to the car.  Sara got in the passenger side and noticed that Dirk
had been busy.  The cuffs behind the seat were gone.  They had been
replaced with simple snap hooks and there were another set of snap hook on
the floor in front of the seat.  As Sara took her seat Dirk reached behind
and snapped a hook on each of her wrist bands.  The chains were too short
for Sara to touch her fingers together, let alone reach the opposite snap
hook, leaving her suitably restrained.  Next Dirk reached down and
connected a snap to each of her ankle bands.  Sara could almost, but not
quite close her knees.  Lastly Dirk took a short chain with two snap hooks
and fastened one to the neck band and passed the other end around the
headrest post before snapping it also to the neck band.  He closed her
door, went around, got in himself 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.

   "That should keep you safe.  I don't want you to hurt your pretty neck"
Dirk said.

   And with that they set off for the big city.  During the two hour drive
into the city Dirk would reach across and caress the inside of Sara's leg.
At first Sara would try to close her legs, but the chains/bands would leave
her thighs a few inches short of closed.  No matter how hard she tried she
could not stop Dirks hands from her crouch, so she finally gave up and let
him do what he wanted.

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