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Subject: {ASSM} The Commiment (New Life)(ch.7-8 M/f,bond,rom)
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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 7
On Sunday, Sally and Paul stayed in bed late since the flight had not
gotten in till late that night before. They had a leisurely brunch and
read the paper and mails. It was mid-afternoon when Paul came up to
Sally and held out his hand. Sally put down the mail and took his
hand, following him to the stairs. She could fell herself getting wet
already.

"What a slut I am," She thought. "Just start me to the dungeon and I
wet myself."

Paul led her to the dungeon and commanded her to strip. As she was
removing her clothes, Paul pulled the pillory to the center of the
room and bolted it to the rings imbedded in the floor. When Sally was
naked, Paul led her to the center of the room.

Sally stepped onto the platform. The base of the platform was flat,
but there was a board that was four inches off the base with two half
circles cut into it. Without being told to, Sally placed her ankles in
them. Paul came up behind her and slid a matching board into the
groves on the sides, sliding it forward till it met its mate with a
bang. The noise sent a shiver down Sally's spine right to her sex, now
exposed by her feet being trapped three feet apart. Paul picked up two
pegs and dropped them into the holes in the board to lock it into
place.  Another shiver from Sally brought a twinkle to Paul eyes, as
well as a tent to his shorts.

Walking around to the front, Paul gently took each of Sally's hands
into his own. He carefully laid them with the palms down in the two
grooves of the crosspiece. Picking up the mating board he fitted in
into the vertical grooves.

"Now don't move," he admonished her.

With that, he dropped the board. It traveled down the grooves, landing
with a loud bang and trapping Sally's wrists. The noise made Sally
jump, but not far, as she felt pain in her ankles from the unyielding
restraint. The top of the board that he had just installed had a large
cutout in it. Paul grabbed Sally by her hair and pulled her neck into
this cutout. Gently, he arranged her hair so that it draped down each
side of her face rather than across her back. Then he lowered the last
board into place on top of her neck.

He then approached her with two small strips of wood and a cordless
drill. Placing a strip of wood to her left, vertically across all
three boards, he quickly put a screw into each. This was repeated on
the right side as well, holding all of the boards together as one
piece.

Patting her on the head, he said, "I'll be back."

"Don't leave me like this!" Sally cried.

"Oh, I don't think you'll go anywhere."

Sally couldn't see the grin on his face because the thickness of the
boards around her neck kept her from raising her head. All she could
see were the tops of his tennis shoes, and those disappeared around
behind her and out the door. The door closed with bang that echoed off
the walls.

As soon as he was gone, Sally tested her position. She was bent over
at the waist at a ninety-degree angle. She could not raise her body,
and her feet were directly below her waist. She imagined that her
crack must be fully exposed with her labia swollen for anyone to see.
She tried to close her knees to form some protection, but she could
not move them very close.

The pillory hurt both her neck and her ankles as they chaffed against
the wood. It was a weird feeling for her. She knew her body was back
there, but she could not see it at all. It was if her hands and head
were stuck through a wall with her body on the other side. She felt
the juices from her cunt running down her left leg, but could do
nothing about it. She could look down at her palms, see her fingers
move, and see the cement floor below. That was it.

It seemed like Paul was gone forever. There was not much for Sally to
do but wait for him to return. She started to study her engagement and
wedding rings. She could see some dough under her diamond from the
rolls she had made earlier, and how the two rings fit together on her
finger. It was not that long ago that they were not there, and it was
not long before that that the bracelet appeared on her wrist. But it
felt so natural, and she was so happy. As a matter of fact, she could
not remember having such wonderful experiences since she decided to
give herself to Paul. By having the bracelet, HIS bracelet, welded on
her wrist, it had been a real turning point for her. A very happy one
at that.

She wished that he would hurry up though. All this thinking was making
her even hornier. Her back was talking to her because it did not like
being bent over like this. But the aching just joined the one in her
sex. And the wetness continued down her leg, the smell permeating the
room.

She jumped when he opened the door. The sound proof nature of the room
had kept her from hearing his approach.

As he came into the room he approached her rear.

"You are very wet, my dear. Do you find it exciting?"

"Oh yes. If I could, I'd attack you right now."

Paul reached between her legs and began stroking her sex. Suddenly, he
pinched her clit. She came with a massive shudder and a scream. Sally
was totally surprised, both at his touch, and how quick and strong her
climax was. But she was not yet satisfied. She heard Paul footsteps as
he moved around the room, but she could not see what he was doing.

She heard him approach and stop on her right side. Suddenly there was
a blinding pain in her right nipple! Paul had placed a clover clamp on
it. Sally was totally unprepared, but he was not done. Suddenly the
pain doubled and her nipple was stretched toward the floor as he
released a weight. Sally screamed again. The pain radiated from her
nipple, a warm ooze that seemed to travel down her spine to her sex.
As Sally expected, the other nipple got the same treatment but it did
not have quite the same effect since she was ready for it. She could
actually feel her nipples gently swaying as the weight moved back and
forth.

When Sally finally opened her eyes, she was looking into the eye of
Paul's dick. Her head was trapped at just the right height to swallow
it. She opened her mouth and took it in greedily. Slowly, she moved
her tongue around the head and up and down its length.

A groan escaped Paul's mouth as her warmth stirred him. Just the sight
of Sally was enough to get him off, and it was bringing him to a
climax quickly.

Sally felt his cock grow thicker just before he came. She was ready,
and swallowed every drop of his precious load. Surprisingly he stayed
hard. He pulled out, and she lost sight of him as he moved behind her.
 In just a few seconds she felt him at the entrance to her cunt. She
tried to back into him, but it was no use. The stocks held her firmly
in their grasp.

Slowly, ever so slowly, way too slowly for Sally, he entered her warm
wet tunnel. He continued until he was firmly seated all the way to her
womb with his balls against her clit. Slowly, he started long strokes
in and out of her. Each time he bottomed out, his balls would slap her
clit and Sally would orgasm. He reached around her and grabbed her
tits, causing the weights to swing anew. As his excitement grew so did
his speed and the force on her clit grew also. This caused Sally's
orgasm to grow as well. Sally felt her whole body spasming with the
force of her orgasm. Finally, with a large groan, Paul came. His cock
washed her womb with spurt after spurt of cum. Sally could actually
feel it pulsing inside her.

Paul pulled out and collapsed on the floor behind her. It was all
Sally could do not to collapse as well, her knees felt so weak. But
that would have been very bad for her neck. Finally Paul recovered
enough to release her, with her collapsing in a satisfied puddle of
sex on the floor. Paul rocked her in his arms and the world was good.


Chapter 8

Too soon, it was Monday. It was back to work for Sally and the week
started out bad. It was a good thing that they had that time to play
in the dungeon on the weekend, because the new program had been rolled
out and the calls were coming in like crazy for Sally's group. Sally
had to work long hours every day, and by the time she got home she was
exhausted. It was all she could do to fall into bed and sleep till the
next day. Sally could never remember being so tired. Then, on Friday
morning, Amy approached her.

"Sally, the jeweler just called and said my bracelets are ready. My
husband is out of town, but I want to get mine. Could you go with me
to get it? I am a little scared."

"Well, there is nothing to be scared of," Sally assured her

"Please? I will get it at lunch so we won't miss work, and you don't
have to drive."

"That is not a problem, you know that."

"Yes, but I know that his place is the opposite way from your house. 
Please?" Amy had thought of everything.

"Oh, okay. I guess I could use a break today anyway. I am so tired all
the time." Sally relented.

So at lunch they hurried down to the Amy's car to hustle over the
jeweler. He was ready when they got there and he ushered them directly
to the workbench.

"Which arm?" he asked.

"Left, I think," Amy answered.

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

"How does that look?" he asked.

"Just a little bigger I think," Amy answered.

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 Amy.

He picked up a strip of cloth and wrapped it around Amy'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 Amy'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."

He carefully 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 where 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 so bad, was it?"

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

"Just a little more work and we'll 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.

They all went back to the front counter so Amy could pay. Sally was
amazed at how quickly it was done. Amy held up her wrist next to Sally
and they compared bracelets. Amy's was thinner than Sally's but that
was about all. Sally noticed that the girl working behind the counter
wore several of the bracelets. She had four different styles on.  One
was plain, the next one had the square wire twisted tightly, forming a
spiral bracelet. Another was the same, but not as tight a twist. The
fourth one looked like Sally's, but it curved around a small ruby
stone. The other bracelet just fit on the side of this so that the
stone was between them. Sally really liked the look of it. Maybe she
would have to think about getting another one.

As they drove back to work, Sally couldn't help but observe how the
bracelet moved on Amy's wrist. She wondered how she would like it in a
few days.

By the time she got home that night, Sally was again exhausted.

"They can't work you so hard at this job, it's not good for you," Paul
complained, concerned.

"I don't know why I'm like this. I have been through times like this
before and not been so tired. I just want to sleep all the time. I
just don't understand it," Sally answered.

It was early when they went to bed. Paul chained Sally to the bed as
usual, but she was asleep before Paul could even get into bed. He
gently covered her and watched her as she slept, worried.

The next morning Sally woke him from a deep sleep.

"Paul you have to let me up right now!!"

Paul did not like the sound of her voice as he scrambled for the keys.
 No sooner did he unlock her than she ran for the bathroom. He could
hear her being sick in the toilet. Once she was done she came back to
bed.

"You okay?"

"Yes. I don't know where that came from, I didn't eat anything
different lately. But I feel fine now."

Paul stroked her face, and she smiled back at him. One thing led to
another, and they wound up slowly making love for the first time in a
week. No bondage involved, which was a rare event indeed.

Later in the morning, Sally was talking on the phone with Tammie. She
was relating the events of the week and complaining about the
tiredness.

"I just don't understand it, I am tired all the time. And this
morning, out of the blue, I threw up. That has never happened before,"
Sally complained.

"Uh, Sally," Tammie started. "I don't know how to ask, uh put this,
but I think you're pregnant."

"WHAT? NO!" Sally exclaimed.

"Well it fits," Tammie retorted.

Sally thought about the weekend at convention when she had forgotten
her pills, but she had started them as soon as she returned. But then,
it was a possibility.

"Why don't you get one of those home pregnancy tests?" Tammie was
saying.

"Yeah, maybe I will," Sally answered in a fog. Thinking about the
ramifications was giving her a headache.

"Let me know how it goes," Tammie requested as she ended the
conversation.

After lunch Sally went to the store for her weekly shopping. As she
went down the isle, she looked at the pregnancy tests.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to get one," She thought.

As she got to the counter the girl checking her out went through all
of the items. The last item was test.

"I hope this will be a good outcome for you," The girl commented. "It
sure would be for me. We have been trying for some time."

"Well I don't know. We haven't been trying. As a matter of fact, he
doesn't know and neither do I," Sally babbled.

When Sally got home, she was so tired that Paul volunteered to put the
stuff away in the kitchen so she could take a nap. She was so tired
that she forgot all about the test in the bag. When she woke up it was
late afternoon. She went downstairs to fix supper and found Paul
sitting there, reading the box. He looked up at her.

"That would explain some things, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, but I don't think that I am."

"How?"

Sally explained about the weekend and her forgetting the pills. She
expected Paul to be angered, but he just listened and didn't  make any
comments. When she finished, she dropped her head and looked at the
floor. He lifted her head to look into her eyes.

"Well, better to know than to wonder," he said. "It says that you
should do it first thing in the morning."

Paul was extra cuddly all night. They spent the night on the couch
watching a video. They turned in early and Paul again locked Sally to
the bed. The next morning was a repeat performance of the one before. 
Paul released her and followed her to the bathroom, holding her hair
out of the way as she was sick. When she was finally done, she opened
the box and sat on the toilet to pee. Holding the test in the stream,
she then put it back in the holder.

"Now we wait," Paul said.

They went back to bed and cuddled. When the time was up, they looked
at the test together.

Positive!

"Are you mad?" Sally asked.

"No. I love you, and now our family is going to grow. I was going to
talk to you about starting a family but didn't know how to bring it
up. Now I guess I don't have to."

Sally grabbed him around his neck and refused to let go.

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