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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (early years) (repost ch 5 M/f, bond, rom)
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The Commitment

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 upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your
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or dead is purely coincidental.
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 Chapter 5  The Taking of Sally 

Friday dawned fresh and clear. The weather forecast was perfect for a
weekend outdoors. Sally wondered just what she had let herself in for.
Did she really want to go through with this?

At work, there was a major problem with one of her programs that kept
Sally so busy all morning, that she did not even think about the
upcoming weekend. She was able to get things running and caught up,
just in time for lunch. As she returned from a nice lunch with some of
her co-workers, the phone rang. Sally answered the phone as she was
sitting down in her chair. It was Paul.

"Are you wearing your necklace?" 

"Of course. I don't have a lot of choice now, do I?" Sally retorted. 

"Well, aren't we the smart one. That will cost you a punishment
tonight," Paul said in a stern voice.

"What?" Sally cried. 

"Listen, you be at my place between 5:30 and 6 o'clock and you had
better eat before you get here. You won't be in any condition to eat,
after I am done with you. Sally?"

"Yes," Sally replied meekly, looking around to see if anyone could
hear the conversation that she was engaged in, or notice the effect it
was having on her.

"You know that you want this. And, while I promise not to do anything
permanent, there will be some pain, and you will not be in control of
the situation," Paul informed her.

Sally was speechless. 

"See you tonight. I don't care what you wear because you won't be
wearing it for long. Pack that dress, and don't be late," Paul said,
and hung up.

Sally sat there for a full minute with the phone still at her ear. She
was shaking with fear and excitement. She had never felt like this
before. So afraid, but yet, so thrilled.

"You should be careful what you wish for dear, for you may get it,"
her mother used to say.

She slowly returned the phone to the cradle, but sat there, staring
into space. After some time, she tried to work on a new project but
her mind kept going back to Paul's conversation, and the possibilities
of the weekend. Finally, after a couple of hours of this, she gave up,
cleaned off her desk and headed for the door. "What the heck, I've put
in more than enough hours this week." Sometimes, having flextime was
nice and she was going to take advantage of it this afternoon. She was
in no mental state to perform work anyway.

She got home to her apartment and changed into some jeans and a
sweater. She packed some things for outdoors and put a few things in a
cosmetic bag. After she finished packing, she went to the kitchen and
fixed herself a chef salad. No use in fixing anything too complicated,
she reasoned. I would not enjoy it anyway. Sally's stomach felt like
it was turning somersaults on its own, she was so nervous. She tried
to watch TV while she ate, but her mind just kept coming back to the
possibilities of this weekend. All the time, she was tugging on the
neck ring and actually enjoying the feeling of captivity.

Once she was done with supper and the dishes were stacked in the sink,
she started to load the car. She went down to the car with the first
load and then returned. Looking around the apartment, she closed the
curtains and made sure all of the things in kitchen were turned off.
In her current state of mind, it would be very easy to make a mistake.
Looking at her watch, she saw that it was five, and reasoned that it
was not too early to go.

It only took about 40 minutes to reach the edge of town where Paul
lived. The area was just starting to be developed, though Paul had
lived here for a while. It had been such a sweet deal that he had
fallen into. A large farming company bought the area from a family,
who retired, and their children did not want to farm. They'd bought a
small house in the south, where they could be near their
grandchildren. The farm co-op did not want the house, so Paul had
picked it up for next to nothing. It sat about a quarter mile off of
the road, next to a large creek, or small river, depending on the
season. The surrounding ten acres was filled with trees and gullies
that were not worth clearing for farming, so they had been included
with the house. That made the house a very private area. Paul had
spent most of the money on the house, fixing it up.

Sally turned off of the two-lane highway onto a paved country road.
She noticed that there were several new houses being started in the
area. Soon, she approached a strip of trees that marked where the
creek met the road, and she slowed down. Just before the bridge, she
turned into a one-lane gravel driveway that led to the house. Before
long she had lost sight of the road in her mirror, as the driveway
wound back and forth next to the creek. The driveway widened out, and
she could see the house and yard. About an acre had been cleared for
the house. She parked on the side of the house and, as she got out of
the car, Paul came around from the back of the house to greet her.
They had a long hug and Paul easily lifted her off the ground, which
brought a squeal from Sally. He silenced her squeals with a kiss. Paul
helped her with her stuff, into the house through the kitchen.

"I just finished eating and I need to clean up," Paul said. 

"Well, I'll be glad to help you," Sally offered. 

"I think you just want to get started with your adventure," Paul
teased.

"Maybe." 

It did not take long before the work in the kitchen was completed. 

"Follow me," Paul ordered, as he left the kitchen. 

Sally followed him, through the dinning room, across the hall, and
into the den where Paul had a home office set up. As they walked into
the room, Sally saw that in the center of the room, was a card table
with a single chair at it. On the table were some blank pages, and
there was a camcorder set up on a stand facing the table. There were,
also, two photo lights setup, pointed at the table in the center of
the room.

"Honey, I love you and you know that you don't have to go through with
this, don't you?" Paul said, as he turned to her and stroked her cheek
gently.

"I love you too, and I want to," Sally answered, as she closed her
eyes to enjoy the sensation of his touch.

"Okay then," Paul said, suddenly turning very business like. "Take a
seat at the table."

Sally opened her eyes, walked around to the far side of the table
facing the camera, and sat down. As she did so, she could now see that
the paper lying on the table was not blank, but was just laying face
down. Sally could only see the outline of Paul as he went behind the
camera, because she had to look past those bright lights. Soon, the
red light started to flash on the front of the camera to show that it
was recording.

"Okay, now then," Paul started. "First of all, I want to ask you. Are
you here of your own free will without any promise, payment, or other
influence?" Paul's voice was very serious.

"Yes, I am here of my own free will. I have not been coerced in any
way," Sally answered.

"Then would you please turn the paper over and read it aloud." 

Sally started to read. 

"I, Sally Kay Edwards, do here by give myself to Paul L. Chapman, for
the period starting at 6 p.m. local time, today, till noon, two days
hence. A period of 42 hours total. During that time, Paul may do
anything he likes with me, so long as it is not reasonably likely to
cause permanent physical injury, or permanent changes, to my body. I
am aware of the risks that, while not intended, are possible and that
may cause a permanent injury. I am of normal health at this time and
have no medical or psychological problems. I realize, that there is a
danger of psychological trauma, from actions that might take place
during this time. I further realize that, once this agreement has been
signed, I forfeit any ability to cancel the agreement. I do hearby
give Paul permission to ignore any requests or pleas made by me or on
my behalf. I am aware that this is being recorded, in order to
establish that I am entering into this agreement with full knowledge,
consent, and am not under duress to sign."

Sally finished reading, took a big breath and, before she could
chicken out, picked up the pen and signed the paper. She then held the
paper up to the camera.

Paul turned off the camera and put it away. He picked up the paper and
locked it in a filing cabinet. He then folded up the card table and
ordered Sally to stand up, so he could remove the chair that she had
been sitting in. This left the center of the room open, with the
lights still shining on her.

Looking at his watch, Paul announced, "Well, it is 6 o'clock. Time to
get started, right?"

Sally instinctively looked at her own watch and saw that it was,
indeed, exactly 6 o'clock.

"Okay," Sally said as she started to bite her lower lip, nervously.
What had she gotten herself into? It was so formal; the paper, the
camera, the way Paul was acting. It just was not normal. It was so
formal, so official. Paul took a position behind the lights, so he was
again, just a shadow to Sally.

"Now, there will be several stages to this weekend," Paul began. "The
first of these stages will be the removal of all of your defenses.
This will be followed by your surrendering yourself, and the making
you as helpless as possible. While I would like to leave you in that
position for the entire weekend, that is not practical and might be a
hazard. There will be several other stages to the weekend, but I will
not tell you about those in advance. Just remember, the paper you just
signed allows me to place you in each of these phases completely
against your will. You will do as I say! Now the first step is to
remove your protection, so those shoes are used to protect your feet
and the socks are to protect your feet from rubbing on the shoes.
Remove them both."

Sally was so scared that she was shaking. What had she gotten herself
into? She was shaking so hard that the first time she tried to stand
on one leg to untie her shoe, she almost fell on her face. She had to
put her foot back down and lean over to untie the shoe. Her hands were
shaking so much that she had trouble performing that action as well.
Soon, she felt the carpet under her bare feet, and had placed the
shoes and socks to the side.

"Now, that shirt of yours is to protect your body from the elements,"
Paul continued. "Remove it!"

Slowly, Sally grabbed the bottom of her sweater and slowly lifted it
to reveal a small, innie, belly button, in the middle of a perfectly
flat stomach. Continuing, soon the white bra she was wearing came into
view, covering her magnificent tits. Finally she was relieved, as the
sweater blocked the lights that were shinning in her eyes. But as she
continued, the sweater pulled over her head and she blinked as the
lights returned. She looked to see Paul's expression as she pulled her
arms from the sleeves and folded the sweater, but she could not see
his face at all. It was like she was on display, just for his
amusement. Just the thought of this made her nipples harden, under the
smooth white material of her bra.

"Your jeans serve the same purpose, remove them!" 

Sally unbuttoned the jeans and lowered the zipper. She then hooked her
thumbs inside the material, careful not to catch her underwear. Moving
her hands outward, to the side of her hips, she pushed the jeans down
over her hips to reveal her thong, black underwear. Not a hair peeked
out from the edges of the very small triangle that was all that was
left to cover her now dripping pussy. She had taken special care to
trim it, earlier in the week, so any irritation would be gone before
this weekend and she had chosen her smallest thong, in hopes of
pleasing Paul. But she was disappointed that she could not see his
reaction, just the blaze of lights. She continued to push the jeans
down until they were at her ankles when she, one at a time, lifted her
feet to step out of them.

Paul was marveling at the sight of her body. It was so perfect, not a
thing would he improve. He was very appreciative of the way her
breasts swayed as she was bent over, removing her jeans. Once she had
straightened, and put her jeans aside, it was time to continue.

"Now, jewelry serves no purpose here so remove it." 

Sally unfastened the latch on the band of her watch, allowing the band
to expand, and removed the watch over her hand. Next, she reached up
to her right ear and removed the nut from the back of the post earring
she wore. She drew the post out of the hole in her lobe. This process
was repeated on the left side, and then she did not know what to do.
Did he want her to remove the neck ring? But how could she? Or was it
exempt. As she put her hand to her neck, the key landed at her feet.
She bent over to pick it up, giving Paul another wonderful look at her
breasts. Sally fumbled with the lock because she had to insert the key
by feel. She could not bend her head down enough to look at the lock.
She got the lock undone, and removed the neck ring, for the first time
in three days. She immediately missed the feel of it against her neck.

"While your bra has some function, to support your lovely breasts, I
think that you can do without it and it would protect your nipples
from my hands. Remove it!" Paul ordered.

Sally blushed at the compliment. She slowly slid each strap down her
arms. Her breasts though, while much more than a mouth full, were firm
enough to hold their shape and did not change at all as the support
was removed. Sally lowered the bra and slid the back around to the
front so she could undo the catch. She removed it, and dropped it on
the pile of clothes. She was self-conscious, and crossed her arms in
front of her tits.

"Drop your arms to your sides, NOW!" Paul ordered. 

She complied, and Paul marveled at the sight before him. For Sally had
truly beautiful tits. They measured 36 C, if you took the time to
measure. They were symmetrical, and had enough firmness that the
nipple pointed straight out. Her areolas were the size of half-dollars
and the nipples were the size of M&M's and, right now, were hard as
erasers. Paul could tell that all this was having an effect on Sally.

"Okay, remove the panties." 

Without much additional fanfare, Sally hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her thong panties and dropped them to the floor. She
stepped out of them, and added them to the pile with a flick of her
toes. Now she stood in the bright lights in front of Paul with nothing
that she was not born with. She had never felt so terribly vulnerable,
with nothing to protect her or hide any of her features. She was
trembling all over with fear and excitement. Scared, open, sexiness
and horniness; so many different emotions, all at once.

"Turn around slowly." 

Paul's voice suddenly interrupted Sally's thoughts. She complied and
could feel Paul's eyes boring into her skin, from all angles, as she
spun on her left heel. Once she had completed her turn, she did not
know what to do. Paul came out from behind the lights carrying a small
bag, which he placed on the floor at Sally's feet, before stepping
back.

"Open the bag and put what you find inside on," Paul said gently. 

Sally opened the bag and, at first, brought out what she thought were
handcuffs. But these were larger and had 18 inches of chain between
the cuffs. She stared at them for a minute and started put a cuff to
her wrist, when she heard Paul say:

"They go on your ankles, dear." 

So that is why they are bigger, she thought. Well, here goes, and
locked, first one cuff around her right ankle, follow shortly by the
left. She had to close them almost all the way to fit her slender
ankles. They were cold against her bare skin and the chain rattled
against the floor if she moved her feet at all.

"With that, you have given me your ability to run away. You have
removed all of your protections, and now, by putting on these
restraints, you are giving control of your body to me. Now, continue."

Sally reached into the bag and pulled out a thick leather belt that
was 2 inches wide and had a large ring sewn into the leather, opposite
of the buckle. Sally put this around her waist and found that the last
hole would not be tight on her waist, but also, was not loose enough
to fit over her hips.

"Put the buckle in the back," Paul instructed. 

Sally complied, and the steel ring was centered on her belly, just
below her navel. She reached into the bag and pulled out the last
item. Now this, she knew about. Standard handcuffs. She did not stop,
for fear of loosing her nerve, but pushed the hasp open and gently
closed it securely around her left wrist. She opened the other cuff
and suddenly realized the purpose of the belt. She put the open cuff
through the ring in the belt. It barely fit, and once closed, would
not be able to fit back through the ring. Sally locked the cuff on her
right wrist, and sighed. There was nothing she could do now. She
pulled at the unyielding cuffs to see how much movement she had. She
could get her hands low enough to just barely reach her clit, but
could not lift them enough to protect her breasts.

"Thank you, Sally. I accept the gift of your bound body for my
pleasure," Paul announced, turning off the lights.

Sally noticed that the room grew noticeably colder without the lights
on, and started to shiver. She tried to lift her hands to her face but
they stayed stubbornly at her waist. Every movement Sally made was
accompanied by the sounds of metal on metal as the cuffs, chains, and
rings rubbed against each other. Paul took a hold of her right arm and
guided her toward the door. Sally was glad that he had a good hold on
her, for she found, just simple walking was strange. The chain between
her ankles made walking interesting. While the length of the chain
allowed her to take normal steps, each step, however, caused the cuff
to twist on her ankle. As she got used to moving, she learned to take
smaller steps so the cuffs did not twist so much. But no matter what
she did, the chain would clatter on the floor as she moved a foot from
behind to the front. This made quite a racket with each step.

She also found it difficult to keep her balance. Normally, her arms
would counteract the movement of her feet. Now, with her hands
essentially welded to her navel, she felt out of control. With each
step she would naturally pull her elbow back, which would try to pull
her wrist against the cuff. This kept Sally constantly aware of her
captivity. This was more exciting that she had hoped.
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