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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (New Life) (ch. 5-6 M/f,bond,rom)
Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 22:10:05 -0400
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The Commitment

By Dingo_Dave  <dingo_dave@email.com>

 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.
*************************
Chapter 5
Things were more or less normal for Paul and Sally for the next week. 
Sally got her period on Sunday, so they did not do much playing. Her
sex was too sore anyway. Sally did relate her strange dream to Paul,
of her waking up in a different place where she had no control over
her fate. His eyes just danced during the tale, and he thought it must
have been a deep-seated fantasy to get her so turned on. Other than
that, it was a normal week in their lives, busy with work, and
day-to-day living.

Sally finished her period on Thursday and she was looking forward to
some good sex on Friday. Her sex had finally healed from the
punishment that she had endured on the wooden horse. Paul told Sally
that Sam and Tammie were coming over Friday night for a cook out and
some fun. Even though Sally pumped Paul, he did not reveal what the
fun was. Sally was at work Friday morning when Tammie called her.

"Sally, what can I bring to help out tonight?" she asked.

"Well, it is nothing special, why don't you bring a salad?" Sally
suggested.

"I can't wait until tonight but I am so scared also."

"What is going on? Paul has not told me anything."

"Oh, well, I told Sam about your being totally immobilized the first
time Paul took you to the dungeon, and how the story had turned me on
so much. Well Sam and Paul talked while they were gone last week, and
they decided to recreate the experience for me. And tonight is the
night! I have never been in your dungeon, let alone so totally
helpless."

Sally did not know what to say. She was not sure that she liked this
idea. What Paul and she did in the dungeon had always been between
them, never with any other couples. And while Tammie and Paul knew a
lot about their private lives, other than some friendly bondage there
had been no clothes ever removed. She got the feeling that this was
going to change. She was sure that she did not want to get involved
with an "open" marriage, and she did not know what to do about it.

Tammie didn't even notice that conversation had turned one sided. She
continued to talk, and finally said that she and Sam would be there
about 6. That ended the phone call.

Sally called Paul on his cell phone.

"Paul, we need to talk," Sally started.

"Well right now is not a good time. I am at a customer's site. How
about at lunch? I'm free from 11 till 1, why don't I meet you down at
the burger place down the street from your office?"

"Fine, I will be there at 11:30."

Sally was already eating when Paul got there. She related the
conversation she'd had with Tammie.

"I'm not so sure about this, Paul. I don't want to get into a wife
swapping situation."

"That is not what is going to happen dear. I promise you," Paul
answered. "I don't want that, and neither do Tammie and Sam. I think
that this will be fun. Sam says that Tammie is a bit of an
exhibitionist, and I have no plans to remove any of your clothing. You
will have to trust me though. Anyway, if you are tied up, you will not
have a choice. Would you?"

"Paul, I trust you with my life. You know that. If you assure me that
our marriage will be monogamous, then I trust that it will. Just be
careful that the situation does not get out of control, that you will
not turn me over to another. Tammie is excited about this, so why ruin
it for her?" Sally reasoned.

Sally was done with her lunch and so left to return to work, leaving
Paul to eat alone.

When she got home she changed clothes and started to prepare for the
evening. It was to be a simple thing, just a cookout between friends,
so the preparations were not difficult. Paul got home about 5 and
pitched right in to help. They were almost done when Paul came into
the kitchen carrying some sort of leather thing.

"Trust me dear?"

Sally shook her head, yes

"This is part of my new line of institutional items that I am selling.
 May I put it on you?"

"I suppose so. That is some thick leather that you have there."

"Well this is for unstable people that are mostly docile, but could
become combative. It provides for a lot of movement but it is supposed
to keep them from being able to fight," Paul explained.

Paul walked up behind Sally and placed a 3-inch wide belt around her
waist, buckling it in the front. The buckle was really large, and the
slit in the belt fit over a post that had a hole in it. He slipped a
lock through this hole and snapped it shut. Two cuffs dangled on two
foot chains at each of her hips. These were locked the same way on
each of her wrists.

Sally examined the get-up. The leather must have been a quarter of an
inch thick. It would not be ripping, that was for sure. She could
reach up to push the hair out of her face, but could not reach over
her head.  She moved like she was going to swing at Paul's face but
was stopped well short by the chains. The cuffs were wide enough that
they did not hurt her wrists.

"You will have to help me get things from the overhead cabinets, you
know."

"Gladly dear."

It was at that time that the door opened and their guests arrived. 
Tammie was wearing a two-piece bathing suit and her hands handcuffed
behind her. Sally noticed the darker spot between her legs, and felt a
twinge between her own.

"Trying out the new collection, huh?" Sam commented.

"Yeah, nothing helps sales like first hand knowledge of the product,"
Paul answered.

"We will have to trade samples so we can practice with the entire new
line," Sam observed.

"Like you guys need a reason to restrain us," Sally interjected.

The men went out on the deck to talk and start the grill. Sally
finished up the preparations in the house, since Tammie was not much
help with her hands stuck behind her.

After dinner, Paul led Sally downstairs to the dungeon. He guided her
over to a contraption against the wall and had her sit upon it. He
then strapped her ankles and knees to it. Then he removed the cuffs
and belt that she had been restrained in all evening.

The back of the chair-like device had a cross member affixed to it at
her shoulder level. Straps from this encircled her wrists, elbows, and
shoulders. A strap around her waist finished her bondage. Paul reached
under the seat and twisted something. Slowly her legs moved apart,
farther and farther. As the two pieces separated it left a gap under
her bottom, leaving her supported by her thighs and the straps at her
shoulder and waist. If she were naked, her sex would have been
available to anyone.

"There! That should keep you out of trouble but still able to watch
the action," Paul said. He slipped a medium ball gag into her mouth,
strapping it in deeply. Then he left her alone.

She looked around the room. It sure did not look like the coal bin
that it had been built for. It's massive, heavy stone walls and
ceiling, along with the heavy door, and it being totally underground,
led it to be very sound proof. It really looked like the dungeons in
the movies.  The sphere that Tammie was to be bound to was set in the
middle of the room. The various pieces were laid out on a table just
outside the sphere. Sally felt the wet spot in her pants grow as she
remembered the first time she had been strapped into this device.

The door opened and the three of them walked in. Paul, followed by
Tammie, and Sam bringing up the rear. They stopped in the middle of
the room. Sam removed the handcuffs from Tammie's wrists for the first
time.

"Strip!" Sam ordered.

Sally watched as if she were a fly on the wall. None of them were
paying the slightest attention to her. This was a completely different
situation for her.

Tammie reached down, crossed her arms, and grasped the bottom of her
t- shirt. With one motion she lifted the shirt up over her head to
reveal her medium breasts in a white bra. She bent over at the waist
to untie her shoes, pulling them off one at a time, followed by her
socks. She stood up straight and unbuckled the waist of her jeans. The
jeans were tight enough that she had to wiggle her way out of them.
This made her behind move in a most suggestive way.

"No wonder men like to watch women undress," Sally observed.

Once the jeans got past her hips, they fell to the floor and she
stepped out of them. She lifted them up with her toes and placed them
on the growing pile of clothes. Next, she reached behind her and
unhooked her bra. It came loose, but clung to her breasts until she
leaned forward slightly and dropped her arms.

"Necklace, earrings, and ring also dear." Sam commanded, and Tammie
complied.

"Hold out your hands," Paul said.

Tammie complied and both Paul and Sam slipped a glove over each hand
and started lacing them up. The palm side of the glove was actually
leather over some type of unyielding metal. As her hand was inserted
into the glove, each finger entered its own sleeve. Her fingers were
forced to curve with the glove, so they formed kind of a hook. She
could not straighten or bend her fingers at all.

The hooks on the gloves were strapped a bar that was attached to the
sphere by a cable. As the cable tightened, Tammie straightened her
body and then rose to her toes. The cable continued upwards, pulling
her toes from the floor.

Sally remembered each of the feelings as Tammie was strapped in and
lifted. She could see the emotions run through Tammie's face as she
discovered the restrictions of the gloves. She knew what was going
through Tammie's head but, strapped into her own bondage, she could do
nothing but sit and watch. She would have to talk to Paul about
another session in the sphere for herself.

As Sally watched, Paul and Sam strapped the restrictive boots to
Tammie's feet and ankles, and then began attaching them to the sphere.
Her legs slowly moved apart in reaction to tightening of the cables.
As her legs spread, Sally watched as Tammie's labia rings came into
sight.  They gleamed as they swung freely between her splayed legs.

Next, a wide belt was buckled tightly around her waist. A cable ran
from the belt to points on the sphere that surrounded her. Belts and
cables were added to her thighs and shoulders next. Sally remembered
how restrictive this was, affectively locking her body from any
twisting motion. Tammie was fitted with a brace that fit around her
shoulders, up her neck, cupping her chin, and continued to the base of
her ears. This kept Tammie from moving her neck in any direction, as
well as forcing her mouth closed, effectively cutting off all speech.

The men then started to rotate the sphere so that Tammie was parallel
to the ground. Sally could see that Tammie was fighting the bindings
but was getting nowhere. Once she had calmed down a bit, Sam stepped
between Tammie's splayed legs. Taking a leather thong, he passed it
through the left labia ring and around her thigh. He then drew it
tight and tied a knot. This pulled the ring and labia outward and up
against Tammie's leg. A squeal escaped Tammie's nose as the thong was
drawn tight. This was repeated with the right ring as well.

When Sam stepped back, Sally could see that Tammie's sex was pulled
wide open. Sally could plainly see her clit sticking out from its
hood, bright pink, between the tightly stretched labia. Sally wondered
if the rings would tear Tammie's labia, they were so tight.

Paul handed Sam a hood which Sam stuck over her head. He began lacing
it up, so tightly that the contours of Tammie's face could be clearly
seen through the thin leather material. There were only nose holes in
the hood for breathing, and Sally knew from experience that no light
penetrated it.

By now Sally was starting to feel the effects of her own bondage. She
tried to flex her arms, but Sam had left her no slack, and all she
could do was clench her hands. She thought about the time that she had
been in Tammie's spot. This made her very excited and she could
actually feel the crotch of her pants getting wet. She tried to close
her legs with all of her might trying to hide her excitement, but it
was no use. They stayed strapped to the chair legs, wide apart.

As she turned her attention back to Sam and Tammie, Sam was busily
pinching Tammie's nipples. He was pulling them out unbelievably far
from her chest. Sally could see that Tammie was enjoying the torture
as the juices were not only coming out of her cunt, but were actually
dripping on the floor.

Sam dropped his pants to reveal a raging hard on. It bounced to and
fro as he approached Tammie's bound from. He stepped between her legs,
and with one swift stroke, he buried his cock to the hilt in Tammie.
Sally guessed that Tammie's orgasm started immediately. But Sam was
just getting started and he slowly started to pump in and out of her.

Sally was wishing at this point that Paul would do the same for her. 
She was in need of a good fuck as well. Watching someone else become
so dependant on another was having an effect on her too. Right now she
was wishing that she had not insisted on staying clothed. She really
needed Paul's dick between her legs.

Paul came over to her and he placed her locking bracelets on her. Next
he placed a collar around her neck. He then released her from the
chair and locked her bracelets behind her back. Putting a leash on the
collar, he pulled her from the dungeon and all the way upstairs to
their bedroom.

Throwing her on the bed, he said, "I think Tammie and Sam can find
their own way out when they are done. I want you."

With that Paul pulled her pants and underwear off and without any
preliminaries, he entered Sally's dripping cunt. Apparently the scene
downstairs had an effect on Paul as well. Sally had several satisfying
orgasms before Paul unbuckled the ball gag from her mouth, kissed her
deeply, and they both fell asleep. Sally slept with her arms still
locked behind her.


Chapter 6

The sun had been streaming through the windows for some time before
Sally woke up. It was the pain in her shoulders that forced her awake.
 It was like there were a thousand needles sticking in her shoulders. 
She tried to move her arm but her hand stayed behind her. She
remembered the great sex last night, and realized that her wrists were
still locked behind her and that she had been sleeping on her left
arm.

She looked over and saw Paul, still sleeping peacefully. She did not
want to wake him. Maybe she could go back to sleep and try to ignore
the pain, but it was just too much. Finally she called to Paul.

"Paul honey, I need you to wake up.  Paul, Paul!"

Sally started to push on Paul's back with her nose, working her way up
to his neck. Slowly Paul rolled over and kissed Sally.

"I need you to release my arms please, my shoulders are killing me. 
Please?"

Paul immediately got out of bed to retrieve the keys, and he opened
the lock cruelly holding her wrists together in the grip of steel.
Then he rubbed the blood back into the aching muscles which had not
moved for several hours.

"Sorry honey, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay. I know that. It is just that they haven't moved in so
long.  I slept fine, and I will be fine in a minute," Sally said as
she rubbed the red grooves in her wrists.

It was after lunch when Tammie called.

"Wow, Sally you are so lucky, that was one of the most intense
situations that I have ever experienced. I came so hard that I
actually passed out. Sam had to rotate the sphere so that my head was
down to revive me. I would do it again in a minute. You have so many
other toys, and the room! It's wonderful."

"It is an awesome place. Paul has done a wonderful job with it. I
still get chills down my spine every time he takes me down there. And
he can come up with some pretty creative ways to restrain me. I swear
that he must spend all his time dreaming up new scenarios. I am glad
we are going with them to this convention, maybe I can keep him
distracted enough not to come up with a new way to tie me up."

When Sally got off the phone with Tammie, she got busy with the
housework. She worked on the cleaning, the laundry, shopping, all the
things necessary for keeping a house. The weekend flew by, and before
she knew it, Monday had arrived.

And what a Monday it was. It seems that a major problem had been found
with the new agent software. Sally was pulled into meeting after
meeting. As a matter of fact, this situation went on for the entire
week and became a real mess. For a while, it looked like she would not
be able to accompany Paul on his trip after all.

They were to catch a flight on Thursday evening. Wednesday afternoon,
as Sally was getting ready to leave, the head of department called her
into his office. He thanked her for all her hard work and extra
effort, and told her to make sure that she did not cancel her trip.
With the work that she had already done, they would be able to change
the training to get the agents through until the software was fixed.

Sally was like a mad women Wednesday night. There was so much to do
and she had not even started. It was late when she got to bed, but the
clothes were clean, and the bags packed. Paul took her to work so that
he could pick her up and go straight to the airport. Thursday was just
as crazy a day for Sally as the rest of the week had been. She was
sure glad when Paul called to say he was just a block away.

She could finally forget about the trials of the week and just have
some fun on this convention trip. It would be nice to spend some time
with Paul. The week had been so bad, that even though she had spent
time in chains they had not had sex all week. She could use a good
screwing at this point.

As she boarded the plane Sally knew she was forgetting something, but
for the life of her she could not think of what it was. This bothered
her the three-hour flight to Chicago. She just could not think of what
it was. Tammie and Sam had taken a different flight and were waiting
for them when the flight ended. They gathered their bags and were off
to the hotel that was part of the convention center at the heart of
the city. They checked in and got settled, then went out for dinner,
arriving back late. Paul pulled a pair of handcuffs from the suitcase
when they got back to the room. Sally soon found herself naked and
locked to the bed.

The wake-up call came at 7 am. Paul had to be at the convention by 8
to make sure that the booth was setup correctly before the exhibit
hall opened. Sally and Tammie were going to meet for breakfast and
then go for workout. They would join the guys at the booth after
lunch. Paul was gone already by the time Sally got to the bathroom for
her morning routine. She was digging through her cosmetic bag when it
hit her what she had forgotten.

"Oh No!" she exclaimed as she frantically pawed through the bag.

"How could I have forgotten to get my pill prescription filled?"

Sally did not know what to do. She was out of state, did not have the
prescription with her, and it was time to start a new round of birth
control pills.  She continued to search through her bag, hoping there
was an old case with a couple of pills that had been skipped, but
there was nothing.  There was nothing she could do right now, so she
finished in the bathroom, got her workout clothes on, and went to the
health club to meet Tammie.

They worked out for a couple of hours and then went back to the rooms
for a shower. Sally did not say anything to Tammie, as she did not
want to admit that she could be that stupid. Paul though, was going to
be pissed. After the problem with forgetting the tax bill, now she had
forgotten something else important. Maybe she could get by for a
couple of days.

It was about one in the afternoon when they arrived at the convention
hall. Paul and Sam were busy talking to customers at the booth. The
booth was set up with a hospital bed on one side and all the equipment
that the company sold displayed around it. There was a display of
ambulance style equipment in the center, and prison style equipment on
the other side. It was an odd combination of equipment all in one
place. The company was kind of a one-stop-shop for institutions.

Sally looked across the booth to see that Paul was talking to four big
guys and pointing to various pieces as he talked. Their eyes met and
he waved to her as he continued to talk. All four of the guys looked
at her as well. Sally suddenly felt like she was the center of their
attention as Paul said something to them. It was about that time that
a magician came out to a podium at the corner of the booth and started
a show.

Sally turned around to watch what the magician was doing. It seemed
that he was also a comic. He was not great at either, but his loud
voice and antics were attracting a crowd. People soon surrounded Sally
and Tammie as they stopped to watch the goings on. As the act wound
up, Paul started talking about the benefits of the new hospital bed
and how it could be fitted with restraints for the patients that did
not have all their mental faculties.

Suddenly Sally felt someone grab her arms. She looked around her and
the four guys that Paul had been talking to earlier were now
surrounding her.

"Hey, knock it off. Let me go!" Sally cried, as they propelled her
toward the bed. "You can't do this!"

Sally then started to fight the guys, but these guys had been trained
on how to subdue unwilling patients. Sally soon found herself on the
bed, on her back, with one guy holding each of her wrists and ankles. 
Sally lifted her head and watched as they buckled a canvas restraint
around each of her limbs. Next, a wide restraint was placed across her
hips and one was placed across her chest, just above her breasts and
causing them to jut out prominently. Sally struggled with the bonds
while all the eyes of the crowd were on her.

"Let me go. You can't do this to me. Someone help me. Paul!"

Sally could not figure out why no one would help her. Then it dawned
on her. The crowd thought this was part of the demonstration. She was
acting just like a patient would in the same situation. Here she was,
firmly affixed to the bed with a whole crowd as witnesses and she
could do nothing about it.

Sally felt the familiar stirrings between her legs. It was a good
thing she had worn a pants suit to the convention, otherwise these
guys could have seen the wetness of her panties. She tried to close
her legs but they were affixed to the sides of the bed and she could
not get enough slack to draw her knees together. Though all of this,
Paul had continued his speech on the virtues of all the equipment,
ignoring Sally completely.

Next the demonstration shifted to the prison equipment. Since the head
of the bed was higher than the foot, Sally could watch as the crowd
shifted its focus from her to the other side of the booth. As she
watched, the guys that had captured her approached Tammie.

"Tammie, watch out!" Sally yelled.

But it was too late. The guys reached her before she could react. 
Grabbing her, she was propelled into the booth, lifted up, and
deposited onto a table. Her upper arms were placed in leather
restraints.  A strap was placed through the hasp and buckled around
the steel bar that ran the length of the table. Next her wrists were
similarly fastened to the table. Sam was doing the speech to
demonstrate this part of the show. As Sally watched, he reached under
the table and pulled up a strange looking piece that locked into
place. It was a rod that was bent at a ninety-degree angle, with a
wide piece of stainless steel at the bend. There also what looked like
a stainless steel sandal at the end of the piece.

Sally watched as two of the guys grabbed Tammie's leg up off the table
and forced it toward her chest. Sally suddenly saw what was going to
happen. Tammie's knee was placed on the stainless piece and a strap
was buckled above and below the knee, forcing it to bend at the
ninety- degree angle. Then the other guy put her foot on the footrest
and buckled two straps across it forming an x across the top of her
foot.  This was repeated on the other side as well, leaving Tammie's
knees pointed at the ceiling. Her legs were now drawn up and apart,
exposing her bottom to the crowd.

Sally looked horrified as she saw how tightly Tammie's pants had been
pulled across her cunt. Sally could see the outline of her labia rings
through the thin material. Tammie was struggling against the
restraints, and Sam was going on about the other features of the
equipment. The whole situation was having a wonderful effect on Sally.
 She was becoming hornier and wetter by the minute. She looked back at
Tammie and wondered if it was having the same effect on her. Yes, it
was. There was a dark patch appearing right between the outlines of
each of Tammie's rings. Tammie was desperately trying to close her
legs, but they were held rigidly in the air, wide apart, and there was
nothing either girl could do about the situation. They were strictly
bound, helpless, in full view of at least a dozen people who thought
nothing of it. Wow!

All too soon the demonstration was over. Several people came into the
booth to talk to Paul and Sam about various products displayed. As
Paul talked, he stood next to Sally with his had resting on her
comfortably.  Sally could do nothing but lay there.

It was a long time before Paul got free from the clients and freed
Sally from the bed. Tammie was freed about the same time. It was
closing time for the exhibit hall, so they all headed back to the
hotel. The girls needed a cold shower before heading to dinner, to
"freshen" up after their long public bondage.

It was when they finally met up at the restaurant for dinner that
Sally and Tammie had a chance to talk.

"I never thought being bound in public like that would be such a turn
on," Sally exclaimed.

"I am going to shoot Sam though. At least three women asked me about
my rings. I think one of them will be wearing her own pair before
long," Tammie replied.

"I noticed that you sat down awfully carefully, did you get hurt on
stage."

"Ah, no," Tammie turned a pretty shade of red and glanced nervously at
Sam. "Sam added one of our toys and a lock through the rings to keep
things in place, if you know what I mean."

"Oh!" Now it was Sally's turn to blush.

"That is how I got the company to pay for your accompanying us on the
trip. I convinced them that a little demonstration would help sales,
but they didn't think they could get willing models." Paul explained.

"I convinced them that we could use our wives, and not wind up with
any lawsuits," Sam continued.

"Well you could have let us in on it," Sally retorted

"Oh the look on your face when those guys grabbed you was priceless. I
wish that I had a video of the whole thing."

"I bet you do. Where did those guys come from, anyway?" Tammie asked.

"They are guards at the state pen." Sam explained "For them, you were
an easy target. They are used to 200 pound guys."

When they had finished dinner and returned to the hotel, Sally found
that Paul had "borrowed" the restraints for the booth. She soon found
herself again strapped to the bed, but this time she had no clothes on
to protect her. Paul added a gag to keep Sally's moans from disturbing
the other guests.

Paul made a feast of Sally's tits before changing positions for some
69.	Sally was in heaven. Paul's cock was in her mouth and Paul's
tongue was just where she liked it best. Just as she was climaxing,
Paul pulled out of her mouth. As her climax ebbed, Paul slammed his
meat into her sopping cunt. The orgasm took off again to even greater
heights. She felt his cock grow and then bathe her womb with spurt
after spurt of come.

Paul finally collapsed and rolled off of Sally and was soon snoring
away, leaving Sally with her arms and legs and waist firmly
restrained.  Sally took a while to go to sleep because these
restraints were much more restrictive that the chains she had often
worn.

"I am glad I don't have to spend all my nights in restraints as an
unwilling patient," Sally thought.

Sally finally fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Sally woke struggling with the bonds that still held her
to the bed.  When she opened her eyes, she found that Paul was
watching her.

"You look wonderful when you're helpless and restrained like that,"
Paul said with a twinkle in his eyes.

He reached down between her legs, still restrained wide apart, and
found that she was already wet. In one movement he positioned himself
on top of her and entered her waiting sex. They made love slowly, with
Paul pumping long slow strokes that ended with his balls slapping her
labia. All Sally wanted to do was to wrap her arms around Paul's neck
and pull him even deeper into her. But of course her arms stayed
pinned to the bed. Her fists were clenched as she fought her bonds,
the helplessness turning her on even more. After what seemed like an
hour, they finally climaxed together.

"What a way to start the day," Paul sighed, as he wiped the sweaty
hair from Sally's face.

Paul finally released her and she worked out her stiffness in a hot
shower. After a leisurely brunch, they met up with Sam and Tammie.
They all went to the airport and caught a flight home.
***************************
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