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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (early years) (repost ch.8 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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 Chapter 8   Forever

On their drive back to the city, after Sally being the star of the old
English fair, they had a chance to talk about her weekend. Sally
confessed that she had never had such a lack of control and had never
felt so helpless. She also could not remember a time when she had so
many orgasms in that short a time period. While she had been scared
out of her mind a few times, she knew deep down that Paul would take
care of her.

Paul informed her that he had accepted an invitation for them to
Tammie and Sam's for some pizza that night. It would be an early
evening, because both Paul and Sam had to leave early in the morning
for a business trip that would keep them on the road all week. By the
time they completed the drive, and got all of the camping equipment
cleaned and put away, it was time to go to dinner.

Once they arrived, the men went out back to discuss the car project
that Sam was trying to finish in the garage. Sally apologized to
Tammie for the embarrassment of last Thursday when she had come to get
the dress, and had found Tammie locked to the chair by her sex.

"How long have you had those rings?" Sally asked. "I never would have
guessed that you had them."

"Oh, about a year, I guess."

"Did it hurt to get pierced there?"

"Yes but only for a minute. They healed really quickly, and they add
so much to our playtime that was really worth it. Now they keep me
thinking about sex whenever I walk. As a matter of fact, Sam has me
locked into a chastity device now with them. I am hoping that he will
leave me that way all week while he is gone," Tammie confided.

"You're kidding."

Tammie looked around, but the men were nowhere in sight. She unbuckled
her pants and pulled both her pants and panties down to her knees.
Sally gasped as she saw a belt that disappeared between Tammie's legs.
As she got a closer look, the belt was made of metal with thin rubber
coating on the outside. While it was held around her waist with a
conventional looking belt, there were two slots between her legs.
Through those slots, were Tammie's labia rings, and though the rings
was a stainless steel lock. Just above this were a series of very
small holes.

"Can you actually pee though those? Is it comfortable?" Sally was
curious, rather than shocked.

"Yes, although hygiene is tough wearing this. And it is comfortable
enough to wear for a week, I think. I have only worn it for a few days
up till now, but Sam put it on me this afternoon, so we will have to
see," Tammie said as she pulled her pants back up.

The men were just coming back into the house when the boy arrived
delivering the pizza. They all sat around the kitchen table and ate,
as Sally and Paul related their activities the past weekend. It was
nice that both couples enjoyed bondage and could relate to the
stories, as well as exchange ideas. After they were done eating, they
went to the family room with their coffee.

It was there that Paul pulled out a box and handed it to Sally. Sally
examined the box, a velvet covered jewelry box, larger than a ring
box.

"Go on, you can open it," Paul urged.

"What is it, Paul?" Tammie asked.

"You'll see."

Sally opened the box and peered inside. It looked like a bracelet. It
was made of gold and was not very large. As she took it out of the box
so the others could see, she noticed that the gold, it was made of,
was shaped not round, but square. It was thin, but larger than a wire,
and the light gleamed off of the flat surfaces as she examined it. It
was like a cuff bracelet in that it was in the shape of a C, more oval
than round, and the ends were not smooth.

"It's very nice," Sally commented.

"It is not yet finished," Paul informed her.

"What do you mean?"

"This is a "Forever Bracelet". It is made out of gold wedding rings,"
Paul explained, "that were handed down in my family and were melted
and formed into the bracelet you see here. As you can see, the ends
almost touch but are not smooth. You will need to go to the jeweler
where he will fit it to your wrist size, and then he'll solder the
ends together forever. It will be a solid ring then, with no end to
it.

"I am giving this to you as a symbol of our relationship. Instead of
the contract you signed last Friday, I want you to give yourself to me
"Forever". I love you more than anyone or anything ever before. I want
ours to be something that is not temporary but, instead, permanent.
Hence the bracelet.

"Think about what I am asking carefully," Paul continued. "If you want
to bring permanence to our relationship and continue like we have,
then keep the appointment with the jeweler that I have made for you
next Friday. If you are not ready, or simply don't want to, that is
okay, I will love you anyway. I want Tammie and Sam to witness that I
am not going to coerce you in any way. That is why I want you to think
about this while I am gone and I will not be here to influence your
decision. Think about this carefully, I promise that while sexually
you will belong to me, forever, in all other ways you will be a free,
independent and equal partner. I will never take advantage of you
sexually either. This relationship must be built on trust, not fear.
Think carefully, I will not accept an answer tonight but I will see
your decision when I return."

Paul sat down after he finished his speech. A pin dropping in the room
would have sounded like a gunshot. Sally stared at the bracelet and
then at Paul with her mouth open. She had never been so flattered,
excited, confused or scared. What was Paul asking; if he had asked her
to marry him she would have said yes in a minute. But this was even
more. FOREVER! Wow.

Luckily, Tammie interrupted the moment.

"Would you like some more coffee, Paul?"

"Yes, please."

"I could use a refill also," Sam chimed in.

"Sally, would you help me carry the cups?"

"Sure," Sally replied absentmindedly.

It was almost mechanical that Sally stood up with her cup, and
followed Tammie to the kitchen.

"I take it from your present state, that proposal was a surprise."

"Oh God yes. I would have never dreamed. But then, while I have
dreamed of situations like this weekend, I never thought I would have
a weekend that exceeded my dreams."

"He loves you very much, you know. You are very lucky."

By this time the coffee cups were refilled and they were back on their
way to the living room. The rest of the evening passed quickly, and
ended early. Paul and Sam still had to pack for their trip, and Sally
was simply in a fog. By bedtime, Sally was sitting in her bedroom
without remembering the drive to Paul's and her drive back to the
apartment. She was sitting again at her dressing table, staring at the
bracelet. She gently tried the bracelet on. It gleamed on her wrist.

She tried to vision what it would look like once it was finished. She
did not want to admit it, even to herself, but she knew that she would
have it put on forever. Finally, she put it back in the box, removed
her silver stud earrings and the rings from each of her ring fingers,
then got into bed. It took her a long time to get to sleep with so
much to think about.

The first days of the following week went uneventfully for Sally. She
successfully dodged the probing questions from her friends about her
weekend activities, answering with vague tales of a camping trip, most
of which were the truth. Just that they were only a very small part of
the weekend.

She also spent a lot of time thinking about Paul's words. She knew
that she was in love with Paul and that she trusted him like she had
never trusted anyone in her entire life. Instinctively, she knew that
this was a turning point in her life, and once she had made the
decision her life would change forever. Forever. There was that word
again. It was Wednesday, and after a lunch with her team from work she
was sitting at her desk, staring at the monitor, when she finally
admitted to herself what her heart had known all along. She was going
to go through with it.

Once she had decided, she did not want to wait. She called the jeweler
to see if she could come in early. He asked if she could be at the
shop by four o'clock that day. The shop closed at five and he would
need about 15 minutes to finish the work. She would be there, she
said. The bracelet was in her purse, and luckily, she had driven to
work that morning. While she honestly tried to work on her current
project, it just was no use. The time crawled by and of course, just
as it was finally time to leave, the phone rang. It was a service rep
with a problem.

It took Sally until 3:05 to get the situation dealt with so she
hurried out of the office without telling anyone about her plans. When
she arrived at the small jewelry shop, it was just a couple of minutes
after 4 p.m.

"Can I help you?" the girl behind the counter asked.

"I called earlier today about getting a bracelet finished," Sally
answered.

"What was your name?"

"Sally Edwards."

"Just a minute."

Sally watched as the girl went through a door into another room. There
was a window in the wall and Sally could see that there were three
jewelers working at benches and the room held a large safe. The girl
went to the safe and opened it, then went through several boxes
inside. Finally, she came back.

"I am sorry, but I don't see a bracelet with your name. Could you
describe what you are having done, maybe it is on one of the benches."

"Oh, I have it with me," Sally said as she pulled the box from her
purse, handing it to the girl.

"I remember now, it's a forever bracelet. We usually don't let them
out of the shop until they are finished, but your ah. . . friend
wanted it to be a surprise. Was it a surprise?"

"Yes."

"What did you decide?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, Paul was not sure if you would want it permanent, or with a
clasp so it could be removed. What did you decide?"

"Permanent. I called earlier and a gentleman said that if I came this
afternoon, he could finish it."

"Just a minute then, I will see if he is ready for you."

The girl went through the same door and then though another door in
the back. While she was gone, Sally looked at the displays. It was
really a small store with very little on display. It seemed that the
jeweler specialized in custom work and had very little stock to
display. Most of the items were work that had been completed but had
yet to be picked up. Sally could tell that the work was superb. Many
of the items were truly unique. A gentleman returned and approached
her.

"Sally?"

"Yes."

"I'm Carl, the owner. We spoke on the phone this afternoon. Come on
back with me."

Sally went around the end of the counter and through the workroom,
into the room in the back. There was another smaller workbench in this
room with two stools next to it.

"Have a seat," he said, pointing to one of the stools.

"Is this where you make everything?"

"Yes, for the bracelets. I melt the gold in the furnace there, and
pour the molten gold into these molds."

"But the mold is only about the size of a little finger, how does it
become a bracelet?"

"Well I run it through these rollers which makes it thinner and
longer."

"That is why it is square." Sally answered her own question.

"Which wrist?"

"This one, I guess. I sometimes wear a watch on the other." Sally held
out her right wrist.

"It really doesn't matter, but most people choose the right wrist."

As Sally watched, Carl put the bracelet around her wrist and squeezed
it closed. Once the ends met, he looked at the spacing around her
wrist and then adjusted the bracelet so the two ends passed each
other, making the bracelet a little bit smaller.

"How does that look?" Carl asked.

"I don't know, it looks fine to me."

He picked up a pair of wire cutters and cut off a quarter inch piece
of the gold from one end. He carefully spread the bracelet and took it
off of her wrist, careful not to scratch her with the now sharp cut
end. He next took a flexible shaft with a grinding wheel on the end
and ground flat the end that he had just cut. He picked up the piece
that he had cut off and placed it in a bag, handing it to Sally.

"Here is a start to another one. Yours is the thickest forever
bracelet I make. If I were to make it thicker it might get caught and
break your wrist, but with at 1.5 mm the bracelet should break first.
It is not worth an injury to your wrist."

"How did you get started making these?"

"Well, first I made one for my wife, out of my old high school class
ring. Then her friend wanted one, then another, and another. It has
surprised me how many people want one."

While he was talking he picked up a strip of cloth and wrapped it
around Sally's wrist, holding it in place with tape. The cloth
reminded Sally of a potholder. It was that type of woven tubes that
she made potholders out of as a child. Next, he opened a valve on a
torch that was clamped to the vise on the bench. He held a flame to it
and it lit a bright, yellow-orange flame. He opened the other valve
and the flame became a small blue flame with a smaller blue flame
within. He then coated the ends of the bracelet with a brown paste and
held the ends in the flame.

He quickly picked up a tiny piece of something with a pair of needle
nose pliers and put it on one end of the bracelet. The flame turned
colors and the piece melted to the bracelet. He removed the bracelet
from the flame and let it cool. Once it was cool he placed the
bracelet back on Sally's wrist with the open ends on top. He unclamped
the torch from the vise and held it in his left hand, grabbed the
bracelet with his bare right hand, holding it against the cloth on the
bottom of her wrist and making a gap between her wrist and the ends.

"Ready? Hold still now."

Sally was a little afraid at this point. She was glad her elbow was
able to rest on the bench, otherwise she might be shaking. But Carl's
hands were steady. Gently he placed the torch next to her hand, with
the flame facing up away from her wrist. With his other bare hand he
squeezed the two ends together, lining them up so they met. He then
lowered the flame so just the center blue flame touched the joint. The
flame changed colors and a brown bump formed where the two ends of the
bracelet met. He quickly took the torch away and turned it off, still
holding the bracelet closed, with the hot part away from her wrist. In
a few seconds, he tested the bracelet for temperature with his hand
and released it.

"There. That wasn't bad, was it?"

"I didn't even feel any heat at all," Sally said, amazed.

"Just a little more work and we will be done."

Carl took the shaft with the grinding wheel and ground each side of
the square bracelet at the point where he had soldered. The brown bump
disappeared, leaving just a patch of black on the bracelet. He changed
the end on the shaft to a soft wheel, put some red stuff on it, and
started to polish. In seconds, the black disappeared, and so did the
joint. Sally looked, but she could not see the spot where he had been
working on the bracelet.

"All done," Carl said, as he removed the cloth from around her wrist.
"I will show you the way out. You are all paid for and everything."

He escorted her back through the workroom to the front of the store.
Sally thanked him for moving her appointment up. When she got into her
car she could not help but take a close look at the bracelet. The sun
was shining in the window and reflecting off of the bracelet, and she
could not see where it had been soldered. It was a solid, unending
oval of gleaming gold. Since the bracelet had flat sides, rather than
round, it would catch and reflect the sunlight as it moved on her
wrist.

She tried to twist the bracelet around her wrist, and was just able to
get her wrist turned in it but there was some pain. She did not try to
move it back around. At the smallest part of her wrist, she could just
fit her finger between the bracelet and her wrist. If she felt very
carefully, she could just make out where it had been soldered, since
Carl could not get the polishing wheel to the inside of the bracelet.
The bracelet would move up her arm, towards the elbow, about four
inches from the smallest part of her wrist before it stopped tight on
her arm. It stopped at the base of her hand, well short of the ball at
the base of her thumb. Obviously, it was not ever going to come off
over her hand. It was permanent! A warm, satisfied feeling came over
her.

I can't stay in a parking place all night, she thought. I'd better get
moving. As Sally drove, she was very aware of the bracelet. It felt
light, especially compared to those heavy shackles she wore the last
weekend. On the way home, she stopped by Tammie's to see if she had
any plans for supper.

"Sally you got the bracelet put on!" Tammie exclaimed.

"You like it?" Sally asked as Tammie practically ripped her arm off to
look at it.

"Oh, you are so lucky to have Paul. You guys are the perfect couple."

Tammie didn't have plans, so they went out to a small cafe, and got a
bite to eat while Sally told Tammie all about the experience. While
they were talking, the waitress overheard their conversation about the
"forever bracelet".

"If you don't mind my asking, what is a forever bracelet?" she asked.

"Here, look at mine," Sally said, holding her wrist up and slowly
turning it so she could see.

"How do you get it off? Oh, I get it, you can't. Duh, that's why it's
a forever bracelet. Neat, but I could never wear something that I
couldn't take off."

They giggled about her reaction to the bracelet for a while. 

"Speaking of can't take off, did Sam leave you locked up?" Sally
asked.

"Yes, I am so frustrated I can't get anything inside of it for relief,
and believe me I have tried. Even searched the house looking for the
key."

Sally dropped Tammie off after supper and went home. Back at her
apartment, she was cleaning up the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher,
and she noticed that whenever she reached down for a plate, the
bracelet would be at the base of her hand. Then, when she put the
plate on the shelf at eye level, the bracelet would slide up her arm
as far as it would go. It would then side back down her wrist as she
reached for the next plate. It was a pleasant feeling, but she had
never been aware of the feeling of bracelets on her arms before.

"Better get used to it girl, it's there forever," she thought happily.

That night when it was time for bed, she took off her clothes, her
earrings and rings. Looking at herself in the mirror, it was amazing
how the bracelet stood out. There was her naked body except for one
gleaming stripe of gold. It made her feel sexy. She hopped into bed,
but was soon fingering the bracelet and then dragging it over her
erect nipples. Her other hand naturally found its way between her
legs. She was sopping wet when she parted her labia. Her finger could
not ignore her throbbing clit. Her orgasm came on quick and
thundering. Then, after, she fell into a very deep sleep.

The next morning arrived way too soon for Sally and she wound up
rushing to not be late for work. She really didn't have time to think
much about the bracelet. Sally accepted an invitation to go to lunch
with Amy and Sue, the two other team members in her group. They went
to a fast food place around the corner and were soon seated in a
corner table with their food, making small talk. Sally 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, how does it open?"
Amy asked.

With only a moments hesitation, Sally replied, "It doesn't open."

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

"I can't take it off," Sally answered as she turned her arm over so
they could look.

"What in the world...."  Amy said as she took hold of the bracelet.
"Wow, that's neat! It is beautiful."

"I don't think I could stand having something I could not take off,"
said Sue, looking at it. "How did you get it on?"

"It was formed, shaped, and soldered around my wrist," Sally informed
them. "It is called "Forever Bracelet", and it's a present from Paul."

"I want one of those." Amy exclaimed

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

"I do," Sally said truthfully.
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