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Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (early years)(repost ch. 1-3 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
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 Beginnings 

Sally sat at her dressing table, deep in thought, running her fingers
around the new necklace that Paul had given her. The necklace was a
gold neck-ring that had a gold disk with initials engraved on it, and
was much like a silver one the Sally already had. But while this one
looked a lot like her other one, it was a lot different. For one
thing, the initials on it were not her SKE, but Paul's PLC. The more
important difference, though, was that the neck-ring she owned had a
clasp that resembled two hooks, which simply connected together to
keep in on her neck. This one that Paul had given her, however, just
had two closed loops on the ends with the holes just big enough for
the shank of the small lock, which lay open on the dressing table in
front of her.

As she gazed at the ring, she also could see herself in the mirror.
She was just about dressed for the business reception that Paul had
asked her to accompany him to. Sally knew that he would be pleased
with her choice of a dress for this evening. A red affair, that was
just a little too short for the reception but had a respectable
neckline, that just showed a hint of cleavage from her 36C breasts. A
sexy hint, without being sluttish. Sally had just spent a lot of time
fixing her hair, which went just below her shoulders, so that it
framed her face perfectly. She had added a pair of blue topaz
earrings, that dangled from the holes in her ears and almost matched
the blue of her eyes. She did not need much makeup, for she had a
natural beauty that most women only have in their dreams. Sally
realized that that she would have to put on lipstick because she was
biting her lower lip.

She was in deep thought about the neck-ring. She slowly put it around
her neck to check the fit. It was perfect. The disk would dangle right
in the hollow of her neck, just below her adam's apple. But Sally's
thoughts were on Paul's words when he had given the neck-ring to her,
last weekend. Sally knew that once she put the necklace on and closed
the lock, there would be no turning back. For only Paul had the key,
and if she put it on, she would be his, totally.

Paul's instructions had been very explicit. Sally and Paul had been
experimenting with bondage for a while, but this was different. Once
Sally put on the neck-ring, it would tell Paul that she had agreed
that her body would belong to him. From 6 P.M. Friday, until noon the
following Sunday, he could do anything that he wanted to her, and she
would be totally in his control for the entire time. Paul had wanted
her to make up her mind before Friday, so he had imposed the deadline
of wearing the necklace to the reception Wednesday. She would wear it
to the reception, or not at all. Sally knew that this meant a lot to
Paul, but if she decided not to put it on, it would not be the end of
their relationship. But if she did, well, it just might open a new
chapter. She had never before committed to him for a length of time
like this. A few hours maybe, but not for days.

Sally thought back on how all this bondage stuff started anyway. It
had been on an evening that they had gone over to Tammie and Sam's
house for a cook out. Tammie was in the kitchen, and the men were
outside. Sally was sitting on the couch, when she noticed a pair of
handcuffs on the coffee table. Curious, she picked them up to examine
them. While she had seen pictures of them on TV and in the newspapers,
she had never seen any close up. She was turning them gingerly over in
her hands, amazed at how shinny but solid they were, and she felt a
stirring between her legs as she imagined how it would feel to wear
them. She had often day-dreamed of being the damsel-in-distress, or
kidnapped and then forced to do "nasty" things.

"You know, they won't bite," Tammie said, startling Sally. 

"I, I, I, was just looking," Sally stammered, embarrassed that she had
been caught with them.

"Why don't you try them on?" Tammie responded. "I find that they can
be quite fun. Have you never tried them before?"

"These are yours?" Sally asked, confused. 

"Well, yes," Tammie answered. "They are not against the law, you know.
Come on, give me your hand."

Tammie took the handcuffs from Sally and grabbed her right hand.
Before Sally could protest, Tammie put the handcuff next to her wrist
and pressed down. Click, click, click went the cuff, and then suddenly
the cuff opened. One piece came flying between the gap in the other
two, and then around Sally's wrist with a snap. Tammie gently squeezed
the cuff and it responded by closing around her wrist, noisily
clicking as the circle of steel closed.

"Come on, give me your other hand," Tammie ordered. 

Without thinking, Sally complied, and the process was repeated with
the other wrist.

"There you go," Tammie commented, as she turned, and then returned to
the kitchen.

Sally was staring at the cold, gleaming steel, that surrounded her
wrists. They were heavy, but not enough to weigh her hands down.
Though, much heavier than any bracelet she owned. The two cuffs were
connected by three links of chain, so she could hold her hands about 4
inches apart, but that was it. Sally gave a little tug on the chain
but there was no give, and the bracelets dug into her wrists. The
cuffs were round, so Sally could twist her wrist in them. She took her
left hand and grabbed the right cuff to examine it. It had a single,
solid bar on the bottom, but the top was actually two pieces, held
together with enough room between them for the solid piece to fit
through.

Sally had rather small wrists so she moved the cuff down to see if she
could fit her hand through the cuff. Tammie had closed the cuff too
tight for that, however. Sally wasn't sure what she should do with her
hands. Funny, she had never thought about her hands before, but now
she was very conscience of them. Finally, she just placed them in her
lap. She continued to move her wrists, to see if there was a way out,
even though she knew there was not. The chain made a soft tinkling
sound as she tried to escape their steely grasp. The more she worked
to get out of them, the more that she knew that she could not, and the
more helpless she felt. This was having other effects on her body as
well. She noticed that her nipples were now visible through her bra,
and she could feel herself getting wet. She had gotten this way
before, while reading those cheap novels where the damsel winds up in
distress. But now, it was real.

Sally decided that she should go out to the kitchen, to see what
Tammie was up to, and get out of these things before her imagination
ran away with her. Sally went to get out of the stuffed chair she was
seated in and discovered that it was just not that simple any more.
Without thinking, she went to put each of her hands on different arms
of the chair to push herself up, but they did not respond. "You
dummy," she thought. "They're locked together." She first tried to
push on the right arm but her left arm wasn't long enough for her to
reach that arm. Then she tried the left arm and the same problem came
up with the other side. Finally, she twisted her body as far to the
right as she could, and could then put both hands on the arm to push
her butt up out of the seat. It wasn't very lady-like, but it worked.

"Boy, the things that you take for granted. I can't even do a simple
thing like get out of a chair, wearing these," Sally said out loud, to
no one.

Sally went to the kitchen and there, she found Tammie, working on
salads for dinner. She could also see Paul and Sam on the deck, beyond
the kitchen window.

"Tammie, you can take these off now." 

"I can't, silly," Tammie replied. 

"WHAT!! You're kidding right?" Sally cried. 

"No. Sam does not let me have the key," Tammie replied. 

"Then you have worn these before, huh?" Sally asked. 

Sally suddenly realized that she might not be the only one who got
that sweet feeling between her legs with the locking of the bracelets.

"You'll have to go out and see Sam, if you want out," Tammie informed
her, ignoring her question.

Sally started for the door and then stopped. If she went outside, then
not only Sam and Paul would see her locked in handcuffs, but so could
anyone else who happened by. Sally was torn, but in the end, reasoned
that she might as well get it over with and continued through the
door.

Sam and Paul were talking, with their backs to the door, when Sally
came out. She was most of the way across the deck before Sam looked
over his shoulder at her. Sally saw his eyes twinkle as he spied the
cuffs.

"Well, someone has been playing with toys, haven't they?"  Sam asked. 

"Tammie put these on me, could you take them off?" Sally asked
timidly.

"I don't know. Playing with toys without permission, maybe you should
just stay in them as punishment. What do you think Paul?"

"It is your house. Sally should have to play by your rules," Paul
replied.

"But, But, Tammie said you could let me out!" Sally stammered,
suddenly scared.

"Hold out your hands," Sam ordered. 

Sally was relived. She thought that the two men might give her a hard
time, but maybe she was wrong. She put her hands straight out in front
of her breasts. Sam dug in his pocket and took out a key ring.
Selecting a small key, he placed the pointed end of the key on a
button that Sally had not noticed before. He pushed in, and there was
a gentle click. Sam repeated the process on the other cuff.

"There you go Sally," Sam said, as he put the key back in his pocket. 

Sally tried to open the cuff but it would not budge. She tried to work
her hand through the cuff but it would not fit.

"Hey. What did you do?" Sally cried. 

"I double locked them," Sam informed Sally. " Now they won't get
smaller. We wouldn't want your wrist to get hurt, would we? If you
tighten cuffs too tight, they can damage the ligaments and tendons
that run through your wrist."

"But I want them off!" Sally cried. 

Paul replied, "But you look so good in them. Please wear them for a
while longer."

"Be right back," Sam said, as he disappeared though the door into the
house.

Sally continued to finger the hard steel that held her wrists inches
apart in front of her, and Paul watched, mesmerized. In a few minutes,
they heard Tammie through the open kitchen window.

"No, that isn't necessary. No!  Please!!" 

A few minutes later, Sam came back outside. 

"Sally, Tammie would like you to help her set the table, if you
wouldn't mind," Sam asked.

"I don't know how much help I can be in these," Sally pouted, as she
started for the door.

When Sally got into the kitchen, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Tammie's wrists were encased in a different type of handcuffs. The
cuffs did not have a chain between them but, instead, were connected
by a huge hinge. It seemed that Sam had decided that they should share
the handcuff experience. After watching, well, really, staring, for a
few minutes, it became clear to Sally that she had the better of the
two situations. Tammie could not twist her wrists at all in the cuffs
and they held her hands strictly parallel.

The two women were able to finish the dinner preparations, but it took
cooperation between the two of them in order to accomplish tasks that
could normally be done, simply, by one. Sally was constantly aware of
the cuffs on her wrists. Every time she forgot, and made a quick
movement, she was painfully reminded by her other hand that they were
solidly connected. And the funny part was that, each time she was
hampered, she could also feel the reaction between her legs. Her sex
was dipping. She only hoped that the wetness was not showing through
her jeans, but she was afraid that it would soon.

After dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned up, Sally and Tammie
found themselves just as they had been before, with their hands almost
useless. Sally was ready to go back to her apartment and attack Paul,
to satisfy her need. She could not believe she was so horny! So she
held her hands out to Sam again, to remove the cuffs, but he ignored
her.

"Here, Paul, you might like this later." He said, as he handed the
shinny little key to Paul, who quickly put it in his pocket.


 Chapter 2       The Trip Home 

Sally was glad that it was dark out as they walked to Paul's car. Paul
opened the door for Sally and helped her into the bucket seat. He then
took the key out of his pocket and removed the cuff from Sally's right
wrist.

Sally was surprised that he was releasing her, though she was sad at
the same time. It had really not been that bad, wearing handcuffs, and
it sure was making her horny. But instead of releasing her left wrist,
Paul pulled the cuff, and her hand, between the seats and around the
back of the seat. Her right wrist was firmly pulled around the other
side of the seat. She heard, as well as felt, the ratcheting sound as
the cuff closed around her right wrist again.

"There you go, and of course we have to keep you safe," Paul
commented, and he pulled the seatbelt across her lap and between her
breasts, to then latch it securely.

Sally could not believe it. Paul was closing the door and her hands
were now cuffed securely behind the seat. She could not reach anything
and she could not even lean forward. She struggled with the cuffs as
Paul walked around the car, but it was no use. She was firmly affixed
to the seat. Paul got in and looked at her. Sally had never felt so
helpless. Paul could do what ever he wanted, and she could not protect
herself at all.

"Your excitement is showing, my dear." 

She realized that Paul was staring at her chest. She looked down and
saw that her nipples were very prominent, even through her bra and
shirt. With her hands pulled behind the seat, they also pulled her
shoulders back as if offering her breasts to Paul. As she watched,
everything seemed to be in slow motion. Paul reached for her left
nipple, massaged it, and gave it a tweak. Even though Sally struggled
against the cuffs, she was powerless to stop him. This was very
confusing to Sally because, while she was trying to stop him by her
struggles, she also wanted him to never stop. She had never been as
turned on as she was right now.

Paul finally stopped, too soon, but not soon enough - oh, this was so
confusing to Sally. Paul started the car, and Sally hoped that she
would not be seen as they drove through traffic to her downtown
apartment building. Paul parked in the underground garage and turned
off the car. Before he got out, he started to reach for her again but
suddenly shifted, and put his hand in her crotch. Sally instinctively
tried to squeeze her legs together, to block his hand, but it was too
late.

"You're very wet my dear. I think that you are enjoying this." 

Sally could not bring herself to answer, so she just moaned. Paul came
around the car and removed her seat belt. It took some maneuvering
but, by releasing the seat back, and with a lot of help, she was able
to get out of the car and lift her hands over the back of the seat,
without dislocating her shoulders in the process. She was now standing
beside the car, with her hands still firmly cuffed behind her.

"Come on, my prisoner," Paul said, and he grabbed her upper arm to
guide her towards the elevator.

Paul escorted her by holding her arm, just like the police take their
prisoners to jail. Sally imagined that she had been arrested and was
now being taken, by the corrupt policeman, to be "forced" to confess.
She kept looking around to make sure that they were alone in the
garage. She was relieved when the elevator arrived and was empty. She
did not want anyone to see her like this. When she got into elevator,
she suddenly remembered the camera in the back corner of the elevator.
She quickly went to the corner to try and hide the cuffs, hoping that
no one was looking at the screen when she came in. All they would see,
she hoped, was a women getting on the elevator, holding her hands
behind her.

As the elevator rose to her floor, Paul noticed her apprehension. When
the doors opened, he positioned himself right behind her and placed a
hand on each shoulder, completely blocking the camera's view of
Sally's backside. When they got into the apartment, Paul guided her
straight to the bedroom. Paul shut the door and reached around Sally's
waist, undid the buckle on her belt, unbuttoned the waist of her jeans
and dropped the zipper. His hand continued down her crotch until it
was centered over her sex, and there, he caressed her mound.

Sally thought that she would faint from desire and she could feel her
orgasm building. She could never remember being so turned on. Paul
stopped, before she could climax, however. She was panting as he
hooked his thumbs in her pants and with one stroke, pulled both her
jeans and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and her
sandals at the same time. Now she was naked from the waist down. She
wondered how he would get her top off, with the cuffs on. She felt him
working with the cuffs. Soon, her hand was free and she was helping to
remove her T- shirt and bra while the remaining cuff dangled, getting
in the way. Now all Sally wore was her jewelry and the special shinny
chrome cuff, still locked on her wrist. She did not protest as Paul
relocked the cuff around her other wrist, in front of her.

Paul quickly shed his clothes and then pushed Sally down on her back
in the middle of the bed. He grabbed the chain connecting the cuffs
and then pulled her hands over her head. He soon was over her chest,
his rock hard erection bobbing, inches from her face. She tried to
catch it in her mouth but she could hardly get her head off the bed,
with him on her chest, and her hands held to the bed over her head.
Paul took pity on her, and he leaned forward so she could reach it.
Sally started to work on it with a gusto that she didn't know she had
in her. The way she was working, it did not take long before she felt
it start to twitch. She tried to turn her head, but was not
successful, and got a mouth full of warm, salty sperm that dripped
down her cheek as well.

Amazingly, Paul stayed hard even after coming and he just slid down,
until he was kneeling between Sally's knees. Then, he leaned forward
to suck her hard nipples, one at a time, going from one side to the
other and then back. Sally did not even try to lift her arms, she
simply lay there and enjoyed the sensations flowing through her body.
Finally, she felt his dick at the entrance to her cunt. She tried to
scoot down the bed to impale herself on it, but he grabbed the cuffs
and pulled her back up on the bed. When he did this, Sally felt pain
in her wrists where the cuffs dug in as he pulled. She was amazed,
though, that it did not hurt, but turned her on even more. Again she
felt him at her entrance but, this time, she willed herself to lay
still. With agonizing slowness, he inched his way in.

Sally was playing with the cuffs around her wrists, feeling the
hardness of the steel compared to the softness of her skin. Finally,
she felt his balls against her sex. Paul started to piston in and out
of her. Sally was glad that he had already come once, or he would not
have been able to last more than a few strokes. As he pounded her, the
sounds of the cuffs and chain mixed with their panting and moans.
Sally could feel her orgasm building, the tension reached heights that
she did not think possible. Finally, the nerves could store no more,
and released. The waves of orgasm rolled over and over Sally as Paul
continued to fuck her. They were still very strong when Paul let go,
and she could actually feel the sperm bathing her womb.

They collapsed into a tangled heap of hot, sweaty, sticky, flesh and
steel, more satisfied than ever before, and too relaxed to move. After
a long time, Paul finally moved to release Sally's hands. Sally got up
to go to the bathroom and relieve her bladder. While she was in the
bathroom, she removed her necklace, rings and earrings. She rejoined
Paul in bed, totally nude. They cuddled, and quickly fell into a deep
sleep.


 Chapter 3  The Reception 

It is amazing how a simple necklace had bought back such a vivid
memory. But then, this was not just a simple necklace. This necklace
was a gold neck-ring that had a gold disk with initials engraved on
it. But while this one looked normal, it was definitely different. The
initials on it were not her's, SKE, but Paul's PLC, and more
importantly, this one had two closed loops on the ends with the holes
just big enough for the shank of the small lock that came with it. It
was a special present from Paul, but there was a string attached. No,
it was more like a rope.

If Sally accepted it, by putting it on and locking it before the
reception tonight, it would mean that she had agreed to give her body
to Paul for the weekend. Paul had promised to make her totally
helpless and to take her to new heights. Sally was very nervous; on
one hand, the idea scared her. While she trusted Paul, this was
something else. On the other hand, just the thought of being at the
mercy of Paul thrilled her so much, that it made her wet between the
legs.

The phone interrupted her thoughts. It was Paul. He was running late,
and wanted her to meet him in front of the lobby so they would not be
late to the reception. He was about 15 minutes away. It was now time
to make her decision. Sally put the gold ring around her neck, slid
the ring around to almost the front, and picked up the small gold
lock. Holding the lock upside down, she slipped the shank of the lock
up, through the loop on the right side and then, turning the lock back
right side up, down through the loop on the left. With a deep sigh,
Sally carefully put one finger on the shank of the lock and her thumb
on the bottom of the lock, then slowly squeezed. There was a snap, the
lock shut, and the electricity ran down her spine and directly to her
sex. There. It was done. No backing out now, though, deep in her
heart, she knew that she would do it all along. The sound of the
closing of the lock, without being "forced", was admitting that she
wanted to be "owned".

Sally arranged the lock to the back of her neck, under her hair where
it would not be visible. She quickly freshened her lipstick and
grabbed her purse, and out the door she went. As she waited for the
elevator to arrive, she looked at herself in the mirrored door to make
sure that the lock did not show. She did not look any different but
she knew that she was different, inside, because she wore it. When she
got to the lobby, Paul was just coming in the door. They embraced, and
Paul reached up to Sally's neck and fingered the disk.

Paul smiled deeply and said, "Shall we go?" 

Sally felt ten feet tall as they walked out to the car. The evening
went very well. At first, Sally thought that all the eyes of the
reception were centered on her neck, but later, she realized that no
one was even aware of it. There were many women in attendance who wore
similar necklaces and Sally wondered if any of theirs had a lock.
Somehow, she doubted it. Throughout the entire evening, Paul treated
her with the utmost respect. It was hard for Sally to realize that, in
just a few days, Paul would take over her whole body. That was one of
the things that she loved about Paul. In their sex life, Paul was the
master and Sally the submissive but, at all other times they were both
equals in the relationship. Paul could enter and leave his role as
master, at will.

The reception lasted until late, and Sally had a big day at the office
on Thursday, so they decided that Paul would not come up that night.
On the drive to her apartment, Paul ordered her to bring some outdoor
clothes with her on Friday night, as well as her old English dress.

As Sally walked into her apartment, she was thinking about what Paul
had said, and trying to figure out what he had in mind for their time
together. It was obvious to her that he had plans, and he had
definitely noticed the necklace. What did he have planned that
required outdoor clothes, and a past Halloween costume?

She continued to puzzle about it as she got ready for bed. As usual,
she went to her dressing table and removed those blue topaz earrings,
the rings from her fingers and, without thinking, reached under her
hair to release the necklace. Her fingers came in contact with the
lock, and she remembered that she could not take it off. She continued
to undress, then slipped her nightshirt over her head. She turned off
the lights and got into bed. She lay there, fingering the necklace
because it felt unnatural. Sally could not remember ever wearing any
jewelry to bed. She always removed it all, and put it back on in the
morning. Even the ring that Paul had given her, which she wore on the
left ring finger, came off at night. She had probably worn earrings to
bed when her ears were first pierced, but that was when she was young,
and she had no memory of it.

Wearing the necklace was having an effect on her, however. She could
not help thinking about how Paul would "take total control" of her on
Friday night. Imagining what "total control" would be, made her wet
between the legs just thinking about it. Before she knew it, her right
hand was in her sex, rubbing just the right spot, and her left hand
was on her new necklace. It was not long before she had a massive
orgasm, convulsing all around the bed, and then she promptly fell fast
asleep.

In the morning, the alarm woke Sally as usual. She stumbled out of bed
and went into the bathroom to relieve herself, then hopped into the
shower and washed the dried juices from between her legs. As she stood
toweling herself dry she noticed the flash of light, as it reflected
off the disk on the necklace, in the mirror over the sink. She thought
that it looked out of place. Her body was totally nude except for the
solid gold ring around her neck, and the disk dangling from it,
catching the light. But she didn't have time to do much contemplating,
or she would be late for work.

She choose a pair of slacks and a turtleneck sweater for work. She
carefully arranged the neck ring over the turtleneck, making sure to
place the lock in the back, where it would be covered by her hair.
Normally, she wore her hair up with this sweater, but she sure wasn't
going to do that today. She grabbed her blazer and she left the
bedroom to make some breakfast, then decided to walk to work, since it
was going to be nice weather today.

As Sally was making the short walk to work, she was thinking about
what she would have to do to get ready for the weekend. She remembered
that she had loaned the old English costume to Tammie, so she would
have to get it back tonight. Sally reached the building where she
worked. She was a system analyst for a large insurance company and she
was in charge of the computer programs that provided the quotes to the
agents. Today's meetings would keep her too busy to think about the
coming weekend events, thankfully. About the middle of the afternoon,
she decided that she should give Tammie a call to make sure she could
pick up the dress. She looked up the number and dialed.

"Hello?" Tammie answered. 

"Hi, Tammie, this is Sally. How are you doing today?" 

"Oh not bad, just sitting around right now," Tammie replied. 

They chatted a few minutes about small things, before Sally got to the
point.

"Tammie, do you still have that costume that I lent you? The full, old
fashion dress, with the lacing at the shoulders and down the sleeves.
You know, the one that you have to wear a strapless bra with and that
shows cleavage"

"Yes, I think that it's still in the box that it came back from the
cleaners in," Tammie answered.

"Well, I need it this weekend for something that Paul has planned. Can
I come by after work and get it?" Sally asked.

"Aah, tonight might not be a good night," Tammie said, after a long
pause.

"But I need it before Friday night. I won't stay more than a minute. I
really need that dress. How about if I just run by around five," Sally
suggested.

"No, that won't do!" Tammie said rather quickly. 

Sally sensed that there was something that Tammie was uneasy about,
but she wasn't letting Sally in on what it was.

"If you have to come, make it later," Tammie said finally. 

"Okay. I'll be there at six. Okay?" 

"I hope... guess that will work," Tammie said nervously. 

"See you then. Goodbye." Sally hung up the phone. 

She wondered why Tammie was acting so strange. Sally had been to their
house several times since that first night that Paul had introduced
her to bondage. As a matter of fact, Sally and Tammie were becoming
quite good friends. Sally assumed, that Tammie and Sam did more than
simple handcuffs. Heck, she and Paul had made it a steady item, since
that fateful night a couple of months ago. But she had never asked,
and Tammie had not volunteered how deep their involvement was in the
scene. Sally put it out of her mind, for now, and returned to her
work.
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