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Subject: {ASSM} The Commiment (New Life)(ch. 1-2 M/f,bond,rom)
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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
stories upsets 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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Chapter 1

The movement in the bed woke Sally. Paul was starting to get out of
the bed. Sally wanted to wrap her arms around him, to snuggle against
him and keep him in bed with her. Paul would be leaving on a trip and
she didn't want him to go. She reached up for him, but her arms were
halted partway along their reach. Her motion was prevented by the
short lengths of chain which connected the cuffs on each of her wrists
to the heavy eyebolts sunk deep into the sturdy wooden frame of their
bed.

"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. 
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 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 close
enough to grab him.  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. Paul devoured her with
his eyes. But then he turned and went into the bathroom leaving Sally
to her thoughts.

It had been several months since their wedding and they were settling
into a routine which included the bondage of Sally most of the time. 
The wedding had been wonderful, but nothing out of the ordinary, just
a hundred guests and a big party afterwards. Not a hint of the bondage
nature of their relationship. Although when it was time to hold hands,
rather than her hand, Paul grabbed the bracelet he had soldered
permanently onto her wrist and then gave her a wink. Sally knew it was
not the result of nervousness, as her maid of honor had kidded him
about at the reception.

Sally studied her current situation as she heard Paul turn on the
shower. It was different from the soft leather bands he had used in
the past. These were solid steel circles as thick her little finger. 
Actually, they were two halves with a protrusion in one half that went
between two others in the mating piece. On one side they were pinned
together in such a way that it formed a hinge. On the other side,
there was a set of holes that lined up when the halves were closed.
Through this hole the padlock was inserted, and the lock also went
through the last link of the chain attached to the bed. This was
repeated on each of her limbs. Sally examined the shackles again,
since she was not going anywhere until Paul got out of the shower. Or
was she?

She looked at the hinge carefully to see if she could push the pin
out.  But no, the pin had been well secured and there was not even an
edge to catch the sheets on. The lock shank fit precisely into the
hole so there was no way to get the circle any bigger. Maybe she could
slip it over her hand if she tried hard enough. After all, they were
larger than her bracelet.

She played with the bracelet on her right wrist and found that she
could pass the bracelet through the center of shackle easily. This
placed the shackle at the base of her hand. Carefully, she folded her
thumb in as far as it would go and tried to push the shackle over the
base of her hand. It did not move very far and it was very tight. Not
giving up, she tried to screw it off by twisting it as she was
pushing.  It got tighter, to the point where it was hurting. I was
still not near the widest part of her hand.

Reluctantly she gave up and pulled it back on her wrist. In
frustration she pulled her arm as hard as she could, straining against
the chain, but it was unyielding. She was equally unsuccessful with
her other hand as well as her feet. She was stuck to the bed. "Well,
there are worse places to be stuck," she thought, thinking of the
number of times she had been restrained in the dungeon downstairs.

She heard the shower stop, and imagined the sight of Paul stepping out
of the shower. She realized that all the frustrations had made her wet
between her legs again. She had been that way many times last night as
they had made love, and she had lost count of the number of times that
she had climaxed. Paul was leaving for a week on the road and they
were trying to "bank" some orgasms to tide them over until he
returned. Not that it would work, but it was sure fun trying. Sally
was ready for more right now. She was going to miss him. It would be
their first separation since they were married.

"Paul, are you sure that you can't skip this meeting?" Sally pleaded.

"Now we've been all through this before, Sally," Paul replied.
"There's some big announcement coming out tomorrow and they want us
all in one place for the announcement and sales training on whatever
it is immediately after. Are you sure that you can't get away and join
me? We'd have some fun in the evenings in Chicago, you know."

"I know," Sally answered. "But you know that we are rolling out a new
rate software application to the agents soon, so I have a series of
meetings to plan for the increased call load the support staff will be
getting."

Paul came into the bedroom, freshly shaven, clean, and wearing his
underwear. Retrieving the key off the dresser, he released his bride
from the bed.

"Well then we're stuck apart for the week, aren't we? Your turn in the
bathroom, you sex addict."

"Only with you!" Sally said as, finally free, she grabbed him and
kissed him deeply.

By the time that Sally was done in the bathroom and dressed for work,
Paul had some breakfast on the counter. They talked about their coming
week and how much they would miss each other. Sally drove Paul to the
airport but, due to her work schedule, could not wait for his flight. 
So they said their goodbyes at the curb.

Sally got to work just in time for her first meeting. The meetings
were back to back all day long. It was late by the time  she'd waded
through her emails and phone messages, and it was very late for her by
the time that she got home. Since Paul wasn't there, she picked her
way through the leftovers in the refrigerator. As she sat down to eat,
she noticed that there was a message on the machine. It was Paul. He
had arrived safely but he would be out late, so he would try to talk
to her tomorrow night.

Sally watched a little TV until it was time for bed. But she could not
go to sleep. They had only been married for a short time, but already
the bed did not feel right. It was just too empty, and she was tied to
it more times than not.

Finally, she picked up the bracelets, locks, and chains that were
still attached to the bed from their previous activity. First she
locked her ankles to the bed. Then she reached up and put the key on
the headboard next to the blindfold.

On impulse, she picked up the blindfold and put it on. The world went
black. This was a heavy padded leather blindfold that fit the bridge
of her nose perfectly, blocking out all sight. With some difficulty,
she felt around until she looped the chain from the right side of the
bed through the lock on her right wrist. She tried to reach the left
chain but could not find it. She would not be able to close the lock
anyway so, instead, she found another link next to her right wrist and
locked the bracelet to that, effectively handcuffing her wrists
together.  Strangely, this felt better to Sally.

She imagined that Paul was going to sell her at a slave auction. She
tried to reach her pussy, but found that she could not. After what
seemed like a long time she finally fell asleep.


Chapter 2



Sally came to with a start. She was in a cage. The cage was not big
enough for her to stretch her legs out and it forced her into a fetal
position. She was naked. When she looked around, there were other
women in the room, each in their own cage. Sally had no idea where she
was, or what was going on, but she could not get out of the cage. The
door to the room swung open, and a big man dressed in robes came in.

"So, you're finally awake, little one. It's time to prepare you to
meet your new master," he said, as he stared at her naked form.

He reached down and opened the door to the cage, but Sally was not
about to come out. She did not like the looks of this man. She figured
that she was safer inside the cage than out. The man smiled knowingly
and simply walked to the back of the cage and picked up a silver
stick.  Sally could not see clearly what he was up to because the cage
was so small, and now he was standing behind her butt. Maybe she could
bolt out the cage and out the door. No, that would not work. She had
no idea where she was, and would not even make the door before he
caught her.  Better to stay where she was.

The stick he was holding was a little thicker than a broom handle, but
only 3 foot long. He slowly started to insert it into the cage.

Sally thought, "He's going to try to push me out with the stick, but I
won't budge."

She felt it come into contact with her right thigh. Suddenly there was
a massive pain and her leg pushed her headlong out of the cage. Her
whole leg was on fire and she heard herself screaming uncontrollably.

The man in the robe was totally unconcerned. He calmly walked around
the cage and ordered her to her feet. When she did not respond, he
reached out to her with the stick again. It was as if things were
happening in slow motion for Sally. She watched in horror as he
touched her butt and pushed a button on the side of the stick. She
erupted in even more pain, finally realizing that he was using a
cattle prod on her. For some strange reason though, it seemed tied to
her sex and she was incredibly turned on. She had watched her uncle
use one on the farm years ago and it had turned her on, the way it
made the cattle behave.  But this was weird.

Suddenly the room was filled with music. It was so loud that all Sally
wanted to do was cover her ears, but she couldn't move them from under
her body. The whole world dimmed and went black. Next she heard the
voice of the morning DJ on the radio, but she could not see anything. 
Slowly the realization that she was in her bed came to her. It had
only been a dream.

She remembered the blindfold but could not reach it. She had become
tangled in the chain that connected her wrists to the bed. She was
fumbling to untangle herself and wished that DJ would stop playing
such loud music. Finally she got untangled and removed the blindfold
so she could see to turn off the alarm. She could barely reach the
radio with the length of chain connecting her to the bed. She was also
incredibly horny. She reached the key and unlocked her left wrist and
put her hand into her pussy. It took only a second of rubbing to make
herself cum explosively.

When she came back down to earth, she wondered why the dream had
affected her so. It occupied her mind as she released herself and got
ready for work. What was it that caused her to be so turned on by such
an awful situation? She really did not have time to think about it
that much because she was now running late for work, since she had not
gotten up when the radio alarm had come on.
It  was in the middle of the day, during a particularly boring
meeting, that Sally found herself analyzing the dream again. She
replayed it in her mind over and over again. She wondered if it was
her total lack of control over the situation in the dream that had
been so stimulating.

While she trusted Paul, that was also part of the problem. She knew
that he would not push her beyond her limits. Where, in the dream,
Paul was not there. She did not know where she was. She knew that
there were no limits and she had no landmarks to go by. Nothing at all
was familiar.

"Where are you?" Amy asked.

Sally was suddenly jerked back to reality. The meeting was breaking up
and she had no idea what had happened. Her co-worker Amy was still
seated next to her and looking at her oddly as the rest filed out of
the room.

"Sorry," Sally replied, embarrassed.

"I don't know what you were thinking about, but you were a million
miles from here. You were sitting there staring into space and pulling
on your bracelet like your were trying to take it off."

"I was reliving a dream I had, and I didn't realize I was playing with
my forever bracelet." Sally was even more embarrassed.

"You know, I still like the way the bracelet looks. It's  so endless,
yet it looks like a regular bracelet. If you hadn't told me about it
when you got it, I would never have guessed it was permanent. I have
my parents' class rings, do you think that would be enough gold to
make a matching bracelets for me and my husband?" Amy asked.

"I don't know. I still have the phone number of the jeweler in my
cube, if you'd  like to give him a call and find out," Sally said,
finally standing up.

"I'll come with you. I told my husband about it and he thought it
would be a neat way to use some stuff that we don't wear."

They went back to Sally's cube and she dug through her desk until she
found the jewelers card. Amy took the card, promising to return it
later. Sally looked at the clock. It was time to go home, but she did
not want to go home to an empty house again. She picked up the phone
and called Tammie.

"What are you doing tonight?" Sally asked when Tammie answered.

"Oh not much. With our men out there partying at this so-called
business meeting, it's  not worth cooking for one. Why don't we go out
somewhere?" Tammie suggested.

"Okay, as long as it is somewhere casual. I sure do miss Paul. It
seems like he has been gone forever."

"Yes, it is always worse for the one  left at home," Tammie observed.

"Let's go to Tony's for Italian," Sally suggested.

"Okay. See you there at six," Tammie replied, and hung up.

They both arrived at the same time, meeting in the parking lot. Tony's
was a quiet little place, not big on atmosphere, but had good food
cheap. They were seated at a little table with wooden chairs in the
corner that was out of the mainstream. They ordered some wine and were
making small talk about what their men were probably up to as they
studied the menu. Sally observed the Tammie was shifting in her seat. 
After the waitress took their orders, Sally questioned if there was
something wrong.

"Not really," Tammie replied. "It's just that this hard -seated chair
does not agree with the chastity belt that Sam locked me in before he
left."

"You mean you are wearing that thing that locks into your labia rings?
 For five days while they are gone??" Sally could not believe it.

"Yeah, and the worst part is it turns me on, but also keeps me from
doing anything about it. I want it more because I can't have it."

"I bet you'll attack Sam when he gets home," Sally guessed.

"I think that's the idea."

Sally's cell phone started to ring so she dug into her purse to answer
it.

"Hello?"

"Where in the world are you, anyway?" It was Paul.

"Out to dinner with Tammie and missing you," Sally retorted. "Have you
found out why they made you all come out there?"

"Yes, and I think that you are going to find this interesting. The
company is expanding its line of products and has purchased another
company, so there is a whole realignment of the account teams."

"What does that mean for you?" Sally asked.

"Well the first purchase is of an institutional supply company, so I
have been teamed with Sam and we will concentrate on hospitals in our
state. That means that with the smaller territory, I won't be gone as
many nights as before. And get this, the company specialized in sales
of restraints, so I will pick up several state hospitals, jails, and
other institutions," Paul informed her.

Sally could hear the twinkle in his eyes across the phone. "That is
interesting."

"Yes, we've been issued samples and are learning how to sell and
demonstrate the equipment. But I miss you and wish you could have come
along."

"I'm sorry dear, but you know if it had been two weeks later I could
have."

"Good," Paul exclaimed.

"What?" Sally was puzzled.

"There's an exhibit at the regional convention in two weeks and I have
to man the booth. You'll  be able to go with me then, and the company
will pick up all the expenses."

"I'll start rearranging my schedule tomorrow." Sally was smiling now.

"Hey, you said you were with Tammie. Put her on so Sam can tell her
the news. They get the same deal."

"Okay. Here Tammie, Sam wants to talk to you."

Sally sat quietly while Tammie talked with Sam, but her mind was going
through all the things that she would have to rearrange to be able to
go with Paul. When Tammie finished talking she ended the call, handing
the phone back to Sally.

"Boy this is going to be fun. The four of us together? We haven't had
time to do that since before  your wedding," Tammie observed. "You
know, just thinking about the possibilities is going to make this an
awfully rough night for me."

Sally's mind started to go back to the first time she had been bound. 
It was finding those handcuffs on Tammie's coffee table that had
started the whole life she now enjoyed. This week could be a lot of
fun. As she thought, she got that familiar feeling in her pussy.

"What do you mean?" Sally asked innocently.

"Well you will go home and pleasure yourself, and I will try, but will
be frustrated until Sam returns with the key. I need to be taken down
to your dungeon. That reminds me. Is the story Sam told me, that Sam
took you down there and tied you up so well you could not move
anything, true?"

Tammie got her answer as Sally's eyes glassed over with the memory of
that night and her being stretched to all points of the ball. She
remembered the helplessness she had felt.

"Yes. I didn't know you knew about that. You will really have to try
it sometime."

"Oh, would you let me?" Tammie asked.

"Well it's not up to me. I don't even know where the key to the
dungeon is. It would be up to Paul and Sam, I guess. Why don't you ask
them? Be careful what you wish for though. It might just come true."

It was getting late so they parted company, Sally, to have a date with
her vibrator, and Tammie with a cold shower. Boy, Sam was going to get
some when he got back.
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