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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (early years) (repost ch. 6 M/f, bond, rom)
Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 05:10:09 -0400
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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
location, DO NOT read it.
  
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DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone either alive
or dead is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 6  

Total Control

Paul led the manacled Sally out of the den, down the hall to the
kitchen and through the kitchen to the basement stairs. As Sally
looked down the stairs she could see that the lights were already on,
but she was not sure that she could get down the stairs. The stairs
looked a lot steeper than she remembered. Paul sensed her hesitation.

"Don't worry, I'll go in front of you. I won't let you fall," Paul
assured her.

With that, he stepped down the first two steps and turned around to
face her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her down the first step.
They could hear every link of the chain as it crossed the lip of the
stair when she stepped down. Paul went down another step and repeated
the process. This was continued until they reached the bottom.

"Sally, do you hear anything?"

Sally listened carefully as she looked around at the foundation of the
old house. It was made of stones and the rough walls gave the basement
a castle like atmosphere. The floor joists were three feet above her
head and, of course, the basement held all the mechanical equipment,
wiring, plumbing, and junk you normally would find in one's basement.

"No, nothing unusual," Sally answered.

Paul guided Sally across the basement and through a door. Inside,
Sally could see that this room had once been filled with a massive
furnace. But now a modern furnace occupied only a small part of the
room. As Paul continued to guide Sally by the arm to the other side of
the furnace, Sally started to hear music coming from somewhere behind
it. As they rounded the furnace, Sally could see that there was a door
in the wall. Paul proceeded to the door and inserted a large key in
the lock. When the door swung open a wall of sound came pouring out.
Sally instinctively tried to cover her ears but she did not get more
than a couple of inches of movement before the cuffs and belt stopped
her. Paul took a step down into the room and, in a second, the music
stopped.

"This room is actually under the porch that you parked next to," Paul
explained. "It originally was a coal bin but, in the sixties, the
owner converted it to a bomb shelter. That music has been playing all
the time that you've been here."

Sally thought about this for a minute and came to the understanding
that, once she was inside, no matter how loud she screamed, no one
would ever hear her. Not unless they were standing right next to the
door, and that was pretty unlikely. Once she was inside, there would
not be any way anyone would know she was here, even if they were
inside the house.

Paul pushed her toward the room. She had to step down to get inside,
and this made the ceiling even higher. Sally glanced around at the
many things in the room. She did not know what most of the things were
but she immediately knew what the large X, standing against the wall,
was for. There were some chains hanging from the ceiling and a few
cabinets that held many mysteries. The room was dominated, however, by
a large frame that looked like an open globe. Six, nine foot hoops,
were arranged to make a ball, with pulleys attached at various points
around it.

Sally didn't know it then, but she would soon find out more about that
apparatus than she wanted to. Once they were inside the room, Paul
closed the heavy door with a bang and then locked it and pocketed the
key. It sounded to Sally like a jail cell door closing.

"That should keep you from escaping, I guess," Paul said as he
unlocked the cuffs. "But now, it's time to start making you very
helpless and totally dependant on me."

Sally was rubbing her wrists where the unyielding steel had made red
groves in her tender wrists.

"Here. These will be a lot softer than those steel bracelets," Paul
said, holding out what looked kind of like mittens, or thin boxing
gloves, with the fingers curled into half close fists. Sally held out
her hand and Paul started to slip one on. Sally discovered that 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 it's own sleeve. Her fingers were forced to curve with the
glove, so they formed kind of a hook. Once her hand was all the way
into the glove, Paul started to pull at the laces that went down the
back. This pulled the glove tight to Sally's hand until it fit like a
second skin. The laces traveled all the way down the long glove,
completely covering her wrist as well. The closing of a strap around
her wrist completed the process so that the slots on one side fit over
a hasp on the other side. Paul slipped a small padlock through the
hasp and snapped it shut.

As this was being repeated on the other hand, Sally tried to
straighten her fingers but found that she could not. She tried to move
her wrist but was not able to do that either. All that she could do
was twist her entire forearm. She was fascinated; was this hand really
a part of her? It didn't feel like it because she could not control
its movement, or rather, she could not move it.

Paul picked up two pieces that looked like musical triangles and which
fit perfectly into the hooks of the gloves. A piece of the gloves
sprang out to close the hooks, so the triangles could not fall out.
Paul moved Sally so that she was facing the center of the room,
between two of the hoops of the ball. He threaded small cables through
two of the pulleys and attached them to the triangles. Then, he took
up the slack in the cables and Sally felt her hands being pulled up.
They rose to the level of her shoulders, then her face and then over
her head. She went up on her toes but Paul did not stop until her feet
left the ground and she was swinging freely, with her toes just inches
from the floor.

The triangles snapped into grooves in one of the hoops so that they
would not twist. She gripped the gloves tightly and tried to twist her
arms, but they no longer were able to twist. She kicked her legs
uselessly in the air. She looked up, seeing that her arms were at a 30
degree angle and keeping her centered in the ball. Sally could feel
her fingers giving out, and she reasoned that she was only inches from
the floor, so she let go. Nothing happened. She relaxed her grip but
it didn't make the slightest difference. Her fingers did not, could
not, move. She tried to pull herself up but, in seconds, her arms gave
out and she slumped back until her arms were straight again.

Paul had gone over to a table with a number of items on it. He picked
up two leather covered pieces and returned to Sally. He captured her
right foot and, lifting it slightly, quickly slipped the device on. It
had a tube for each of her toes and came up the top of her foot where
it made a right angle to her ankle. There was a strap that Paul locked
around her ankle to hold the whole thing in place. The result was that
she could not move her toes or foot, but the bottoms of her feet were
available to Paul. This process was repeated with her left foot.

Next, he picked up several more cables and attached them to rings on
the ankle straps. He attached the other ends to points on the ball,
which drew her legs apart and exposed the juices that were running
down her legs. Paul added two more cables to each foot, going to
different points on the ball. When he was done, Sally discovered that
these held her feet at fixed points. She could not raise them or move
them forwards or backwards. They were fixed at a point in thin air.

As she tried to look at the devices attached to her feet, which kept
her legs so far apart that she knew her labia were pulled open, Paul
started to put a wide belt around her waist. It was drawn tight, just
above her hips, and 3 buckles held it tight. There were heavy-duty
rings embedded in the belt at four positions. He added connections,
from these rings, to the hoops that made up the ball. Now, she could
not move her body in any direction. Her only remaining movements were
her head, her ability to twist her hips in the belt, and she was able
to twist her shoulders. Paul added two long straps that circled her
thighs, as high on her leg as they could go, and attached these to the
hoops. That took care of the twisting of her hips. This process was
repeated at each arm where they met her shoulders, rendering them
motionless as well.

Sally was overwhelmed. She was connected to the frame by her hands,
shoulders, waist, hips, and feet, but she not touching anything to
give her any leverage. She was just a point, held in the center of a
sphere. She had never been in such a position, nor as turned on as she
was now. All she wanted was for Paul to fuck her till the cows came
home.

"Are you okay?" Paul was standing directly in front of her.

"I..I think so." Sally was so turned on she did not trust her voice.

Paul reached out and pushed the ball. As it started to roll back,
Sally lost her sense of balance because she rolled with it, and could
not compensate due to her strict bondage. She started to panic, and
screamed as she fought the bindings holding her. The only affect was
some creaking of the leather that held her in its grasp. Paul stopped
the action of the ball when Sally was horizontal. She slowly got a
hold of herself and realized that, strapped as she was, there
certainly was no danger of her falling. The pressure on her neck to
hold her head up was tremendous, but it was also uncomfortable to let
it fall back toward the floor. A pillow would be nice, she thought.

Paul had returned, and he stepped between the rings to stand before
her open sex. She could just see him if she forced her head all the
way up.

"Please fuck me. I am so hot for you," Sally begged.

She could feel something, hard and smooth, between her labia. It was
not his cock, but it felt good. She tried to force herself onto it but
she could not move. It continued to move up and down her sex making
her want it sooo bad, but she was helpless to do anything about it.
And that made her all the hornier. There was no way to win this one.
Ever so slowly, the dildo started to penetrate her sex.

The dildo was inside her now but before it had even bottomed out,
Sally felt the orgasm overtaking her. It was not earth shattering but
it felt wonderful. Though, it did not last long. Sally could never
remember having an orgasm just from penetration. Usually it took some
real friction on her clit to get her off but, in her excited state,
just penetration had given some relief. She wanted more, however. It
was not long in coming. She again felt something hard between her
legs, bumping into the dildo in her vagina. Then she felt something
cold on her butt.

"Oh, Paul, no."

Paul was not listening. She felt it stop at the entrance to her ass.
Slowly, she could feel the pressure building.

"NO! I don't want that."

"Dear, it is not your option."

Sally clenched her ass as tight as she could and really tried free
herself.

"If you do not loosen up, I will rip your ass with this!"

"Paul, please. NO!"

"You gave yourself to me completely. I can take whatever I want, and I
want your ass. NOW, OPEN UP!"

The paper she had read for the camera did say that he could do
whatever he wanted to her but she had never thought that he would go
this far. For a full minute, she was lost in her mental battle between
her upbringing, what Paul wanted, her complete trust of Paul, and her
agreement. In the end, she was in no position to stop him. Slowly she
relaxed, and felt the second dildo start to open her. Paul kept up the
pressure and it slipped into her ass. This made her feel like she was
taking a permanent shit, and it was not at all comfortable.

Paul attached a small chain to two of the rings on the waist belt that
was at her hips, and adjusted it so that it was long enough to just
touch the dildo in her vagina. He clipped another chain to that point
and pulled it between her legs, up to the belt in the back. This
served to hold both plugs securely inside her body.

Sally watched as Paul went back to the table and opened a sealed
package, removed latex gloves, and put them on. He picked up a very
small tube. Walking back to between her legs, he explained.

"This is a catheter that I am going to insert into your bladder. A
small balloon will be inflated to keep it there."

Sally heard the sound of urine running into a bucket and then it
stopped. It still felt like she had to pee but no matter how hard she
tried, she could not go.

"There. I have clamped this off so you won't have any accidents but it
has made me have to go," Paul said, and he rotated the ball so she was
once more in an upright position.

"Don't go anywhere," he said with a laugh.

"Right," answered Sally, as he closed the door behind him.

She looked up at her hands to see if there was any way out of her
position. But with the gloves laced tight, straps locked closed over
the knots of the laces, and no way to get her hands near one another,
she just could not think of any way out. The catheter and the butt
plug were uncomfortable enough that it kept her constantly aware of
her status. Her body naturally tried to push them out, even with out
conscious effort on her part, but they didn't budge.

Since she was hanging there with nothing to do, she started to look
around the room. She was facing the door that looked solid and heavy.
That was why very little sound escaped from the room. To the right, an
eight foot high X was leaning against the wall. She could imagine
herself on that. On the left of the door was a combination stocks and
pillory that was like an inverted T. On the base, about six inches off
the floor, were a set of stocks that would hold her feet about four
feet apart and on the vertical part, there were three holes. The
largest hole was in the center, and these would hold her hands and her
neck. It looked like this would leave her bent at a 90-degree angle
which would leave her butt sticking out.

There were several cabinets with doors closed, hiding their contents,
and chains everywhere, attached to the ceiling, walls, and even a few
on the floor. The lighting came from track lights mounted in the
ceiling but she could not see any controls. Maybe they were behind
her, for it was difficult to see more than half of the room since,
even if she turned her head, her arms blocked the view. She thought
deeply about her situation. She had never been so helpless, so
dependant on another person, or so turned on in her entire life.

Suddenly the door opened, startling her but she couldn't move. There
was Paul, staring at her. She had not even heard him approach.

"Ah, that is better," Paul said as he entered. "I bet you would like
to empty your bladder also. Well too bad."

Paul opened a cabinet and took out a strange leather device.

"Sally. I have taken control of the major muscles of your body and all
of the openings in the lower half of your body. Now it is time to take
control of your head and all of your senses."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see. Well, feel, actually."

As Paul approached her she could see some shapes and holes in the
device. The largest had a tube that stuck out two inches.

"Open your mouth wide."

Sally did what she was told, opening her mouth. Paul quickly stuck the
tube into her mouth, locking it open. As Paul smoothed the front of
the device down, she discovered that it was molded to her chin and
nose. Paul gathered her hair to the top of her head and wrapped the
device around her head. The holes lined up with her nostrils, eyes,
and ears. Paul pulled laces through the eyelets of the hood, at the
back of her head, drawing it tight around her head and pulling the
tube into her mouth, as well as pulling her mouth tightly closed
around it. She tried to push it out with her tongue but it was no use.
The hood covered her entire head, including her neck.

Next, Paul began buckling a very wide leather collar around her neck
and over the tie of the laces for the hood. As the various buckles
were tightened, Sally found her head being held high and static. The
collar was very wide and stiff. Paul continued to tighten the various
buckles and soon Sandra began to feel the pressure on her neck and the
base of her skull. It was impossible to move her head or to turn her
neck at all. Now, it was locked to her shoulders.

Sally could no longer watch him as he went to the table for supplies,
she could only stare straight ahead at the door. In a few seconds,
Paul's face came into view as approached her and she felt something
being stuffed into the tube and into her mouth. It started to expand -
it was like a balloon - and it soon filled her entire mouth. Her
tongue was pushed to the bottom of her mouth and the balloon pushed
her cheeks against the mask. It filled her mouth but didn't stop. She
tried to tell him that there was no more room, but all that came out
was a grunt. She wouldn't be talking until it was removed.

Something was put over the holes in the hood that covered her ears. A
sound started, like the sound that radio makes when it is not tuned
in, just static. This covered up all other sounds. She could see
Paul's mouth moving in front of her, but could hear nothing. Paul was
reaching to her face with something dark. It went over the holes for
her eyes and the whole world went dark for Sally.

There she hung, unable to move at all. Unable to see, hear, speak, pee
or even shit. Her entire life was in Paul's hands. She had never had
to depend on another person this much since she was a baby.

It seemed like forever that she was like that. Had he left? Or worse,
was there someone else in the room? Your mind can play all kinds of
tricks when you can't tell what is happening around you. Suddenly,
there was a tongue on her right breast. She had shivers running down
her spine. She could soon feel another orgasm building from within.
The tongue moved to her left breast and fingers were pinching and
caressing her right nipple. Soon the first waves of the orgasm were
rolling across her. It was stronger than her first one, but it left
her wanting more. If the butt plug and the catheter were removed and
the dildo in her cunt would move, she thought, she would bounce this
ball right across the room.

The tongue left her breasts and the ball started to move. She was
suddenly inverted, with her legs, rather than her arms, now supporting
all of her weight. It was a relief after hanging by her arms for so
long. The mouth returned, but this time it was surrounding her clit.
"Oh no, here it comes again," Sally thought, as the orgasm started
building again. This time though, it was slower, since she had already
come twice. Yet this one was taking her higher and higher. The tongue
was talented, moving in just the right place and at the right tempo,
and feeling so wonderful. With no sound, no sight, Sally's sense of
touch had become the only thing left and it was intense. Like a string
that has been pulled just a little too tight and then snaps, an
orgasm, like no other Sally had ever experienced before, coursed
though her body. She pulled with all her might against the restraints
but it did not make the slightest difference. She remained where she
was.

The orgasm had just started to subside when she was repositioned,
facing up, and the chain holding the dildo was removed. She missed the
full feeling it gave her. But wait! She was being entered again, and
this one was warm and not so hard. She concentrated on the feeling of
his prick entering her body. She could feel it all the way to her womb
when it bumped into her cervix. She could actually feel it. The orgasm
that had been waning came crashing back. The prick was pistoning in
and out of her so hard that she could feel the balls slapping against
her butt. She came and came and came again. She had no control over
it. She both wanted it to never stop, and thought that if it didn't,
she would go insane. The prick grew in size and then started spurting.
She could feel his cum filling her.

She had never been so in tune with her body. There was no sight or
sound to distract her. There was nothing at all that she could do to
control the situation. She was just along for the ride.

Then, it was over. Sally was limp, exhausted, spent. Slowly, Paul
removed the hood and all the plugs. When she was finally released, she
could not stand. She was just so wiped that she passed out.

Paul carried her up the stairs and put her to bed. It had been hours
since they had gone downstairs, and it had been a long week for him,
so he just crawled in beside her and was soon fast asleep.
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