Message-ID: <31568asstr$995767804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: dingo_dave@email.com (Dingo_Dave) X-Original-Message-ID: <5cdfbba9.0107211216.4c6d5f5a@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 21 Jul 2001 20:16:18 GMT Subject: {ASSM} The Commitment (New Life) (ch. 3-4 M/f,bond,rom) Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2001 22:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, t4425 The Commitment By Dingo_Dave ****************************************************** 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 3 At work the next day, Sally started to rearrange her schedule so that she could go with Paul. Luckily the roll out of the new software was going smoothly at the pilot offices and the general roll out would not occur until she returned. The timing would be perfect. Amy caught her in the break room in the afternoon. "I have to thank you for getting me in touch with that jeweler. I went down after work last night and he is starting work on our bracelets. I am so excited, but they won't be done for a few weeks. He's going to call when he is ready for the final fitting," Amy explained as she handed Sally several of his business cards. "I got you some extras, you should charge a referral fee." "What are you talking about?" Doreen had walked in the door. "I'm getting a forever bracelet like Sally's," Amy explained. "What is a forever bracelet? Let me see yours Sally," Doreen asked. "Well come here on this side of the table so you can see my wrist," Sally replied. "You could have just handed it to me, I wouldn't steal it you know," Doreen retorted as she worked her way around the table. "I know you couldn't steal it, but how am I going to hand it to you?" Sally smiled knowing what was coming next, and turned her arm over so Doreen could look at it. "I don't see anything special. It just looks like a small bangle, but oval. Wait, where does it open? How do you get it off? Oh! Forever Bracelet. How long have you had it on?" Doreen went through the reaction Sally had come to expect. "Oh not that long, only about eight months now, but continuously of course, which is probably more wearing time than all my other jewelry put together." "Neat!" Doreen ran her fingers over the surface of the bracelet admiring it. Sally got the idea that there would be several bracelets in the company before too long. It was about noon on Friday when Sally's cell phone rang. It was Sam. His flight out of Chicago was going to be delayed so he did not want Sally to have to wait a long time at the airport. Sally decided to work the afternoon so that she would be ready for the trip with Paul. She worked away the afternoon, actually getting quite a bit done, because everyone thought that she would be gone and left her alone. Every 15 minutes or so she would check on Paul's flight on the Internet. When it finally showed that it had taken off, she cleaned off her desk for the weekend and headed for the car. She would have plenty of time to make the airport before Paul. It was about 5:30 when the plane finally got to the gate. Sally and Paul embraced as he left the Jetway. "Oh how I missed you." "Me too." "Where's Sam?" Sally noticed that Tammie was not around either. "He gave up his seat for two round trip tickets anywhere in the country, but I wanted to get back to you. He might have to wait until tomorrow morning if the last flight is overbooked. I didn't want to chance it," Paul explained. "Oh, Tammie will really be up the creek if he does not make it tonight. She is so horny she will bust. Being locked out all week has made her half crazy." "You mean she's been locked in her chastity belt?" "Yeah, and it's driving her crazy." "That's why Sam had to hold the phone away from his ear when he called Tammie, but he was grinning ear to ear. I would like to be a fly on the wall when she gets him home. She will be pissed." "She is too horny to stay pissed for long," Sally observed. As usual, they arrived at the baggage check before the bags did. "I want you to go into that restroom and take off your bra and underwear," Paul instructed in a stern low voice. "But?" "No buts. Another word and you will be punished!" Sally sighed and walked to the restroom, but she was getting wet also. Why did this have that effect on her? She did not know, but it sure made life interesting. She went into the stall and removed the items. She tried to stuff them into her purse but there was not much room. She needed to clean out her purse. As she walked back to Paul she could feel her nipples harden as they rubbed against her blouse. The air seemed to blow right up her skirt as well. As she passed, men would turn their heads to follow her path but Sally kept her eyes riveted to Paul, too scared to meet any of their gazes. Just as she reached him his bags appeared, and they were ready to leave. On the way back to the house, they stopped off at a little restaurant for supper and caught up on the events of the week. Sally relayed the conversation she had with Tammie about trying out the ball frame in the dungeon. Paul asked her what she thought about sharing their dungeon for a joint scene. Sally was willing, as long as there was no swapping. It was not like they did not know each other and share the same interests sexually. But Sally made it clear that she did not want any part of an "open marriage". If Paul strayed, she would "cut it off". When they got back home they left a trail of clothes on the way to the dungeon. Soon, Sally was naked and lying on a table with her breasts just off the edge, leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, all tied to the same point and forcing her into a strict hogtie. From her two big toes a thin rope was tied to her hair at the crown of her head. This forced her head up so she could not see her breasts. As she opened her mouth, Paul placed a ring gag between her teeth so she could not close it again. This bought a groan from deep inside her. The sudden pain in her nipple told her that Paul had placed a clamp on the right nipple. She did not have to look at her breast to know it. And sure enough, the left nipple was not far behind. She felt him fumble with them, followed by her nipples gently swaying with the weights that now dangled from them. Next she felt his fingers graze her dripping cunt. She tried to wiggle back onto them but they disappeared. She saw him come around front and place his fingers at her mouth. "Lick," he commanded. "Un..ah," Sally grunted. It did no good he simply placed his fingers into her mouth and wiped her juices directly on her tongue. Then he disappeared leaving her drooling helplessly. She then felt his breath on her pussy lips, followed by his tongue. Slowly, much too slowly, it worked its way up and down the outside of her openings. She wanted nothing more than to have him inside her, but there was nothing that she could do about it. He would do this at his own pace and she would simply have to wait. "You're in such a hurry, sweet. Maybe I should get you a chastity belt so you can learn patience," Paul remarked, not really expecting a response. The tongue returned and ever so slowly worked its way inside the folds of her pussy. She was getting more and more excited by the second. When it finally touched her clit, it was like a trigger. She came, straining against the ropes but not going anywhere. When she came down from the climax she was ready to have another one, but the tongue was gone. Paul came around to her face. "That was one for you, now it is my turn." Sally's mouth was at the correct height to take his cock. She was sure that was by design. Her mouth was suddenly filled with his manhood so she started to milk it with her tongue. He was not the only one that had a talented tongue. She was rewarded with a groan from Paul. Soon he was thrusting deep into her mouth and pushing at the back of her throat. But with her hair pulling her head back, the ring holding her mouth open and his cock forming an effective gag, there was not much she could do about it but grab breaths through her nose when she could and stare at his belly button come and go out of focus. She felt his cock grow in size and, with a scream, he came directly into her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could just to keep from drowning. Spent, he collapsed to the floor in front of Sally and worked to regain his breathing. Once he had recovered he released her, but she could not move much from the strict position he had her in. Her muscles simply refused to obey. By the time that they were responding, her legs were bound in a V, straight up in the air, with her back on pillows and her hands chained to a ring imbedded in the floor. She raised her head and could see that he was ready to go again. His cock looked like it was trying to conduct a band the way it was stiff and bouncing. He wasted no time entering her. In the position he had her bound, he came in contact with her clit and every movement was amplified there. Sally closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride up the climax ladder with every one of Paul thrusts. It seemed like each one was a mini orgasm and her cunt grabbed his cock with every stroke. He threw his head back and thrust quickly. These tipped Sally over the edge and her whole world was just the spasms that racked her body. These spasms sent Paul over the edge as well and she felt him spurting inside her womb. He collapsed on top of her and they both kind of passed out. Sally was brought back to reality by Paul's movements. His cock had gone soft and had fallen out of her. He was getting up and releasing Sally. "Guess we should go up to bed." "Whatever you say, dear." Paul took Sally up to their bed and then retrieved her steel bracelets, anklets, and locks. Soon she was in her familiar position, locked to the bed, him beside her with one arm and one leg draped over her. They were both soon fast asleep. Life was good. Chapter 4 The next day being Saturday, the sun was high in the sky before either one of them moved. When they were both awake they made love again, but this time slowly, the chains tinkling in time with their thrusting. Finally Paul released Sally from the bed and they took a shower together. Sally was done first and she went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. After they had finished, and Sally was working to clean up the kitchen, Paul started to go through the week's worth of mail in the den. Sally finished and went to join Paul in the den to see what he had planned for the day. She had just reached the door when she heard: "SHIT!" Sally looked at the envelope that Paul was holding and she felt faint. It was the tax bill payment that she was supposed to mail on Monday night. She had forgotten it. "I thought I told you to mail this!" Paul shouted. "I'm so sorry. I. . ." "I don't want your excuses. This has been happening way too much and you said that the last time. What am I going to do to keep this from happening? I can't trust you to perform a simple task, like mailing a bill? This means we have to pay a penalty now because it's late." With this, he stormed past Sally and out the door. She heard the car start and he was gone. Sally sat down and cried. She had never seen him this mad at her, ever. He was right though. This had happened several times and she had promised that each would be the last. Why did she continue to do this? She sure would not have done it if she knew that it would have upset him so. He was gone a long time, much longer than it would take to mail the letter and come back. Sally was worried that he would not come back at all. This would be a lousy reason to end a marriage. Paul, on the other hand, had realized that he was mad and he just needed some time to cool off. So he had gone to the home center to pick up some things for the yard. All the time though, he was trying to think of a way to solve the problem. She simply did not seem to think his requests were important enough not to put off. And then she'd get busy and forget. When Sally heard Paul return she rushed to the door, kneeling down in front of it. She placed her hands palm up on her spread knees and put her head down. When the door opened, she said, "Paul, I have thought long and hard about this. You should punish me for what I have done. Something that will make me remember this for a long time though, not the way that turns me on. I will accept whatever you choose, but it should be something that pushes me beyond my limits." Paul listened and then said, "Look at me. I am going to punish you because I love you. You have asked for it and you do deserve it. Now, get up and let's do some work in the yard." They worked in the yard for the rest of the morning. Sally went into the house to prepare lunch and Paul disappeared into the basement. When Sally had lunch ready, she called down to Paul to come up. They ate lunch in silence. When lunch was done, Sally knew what was coming. She was dreading it, but was resolved to take her punishment without complaining. "Strip completely. Everything," Paul ordered. Sally removed her shoes and socks first. Then she pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped her shorts. Now all she had left was her bra, panties, and jewelry. She removed her necklace and the hoop earring she wore. She took off her engagement ring, but she left her wedding band on and, of course, her forever bracelet. Then she reached behind her and released the catch on her bra. Her breasts drooped just a touch as they came free of the cups, but they really did not need much support. Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and dropped them to the floor. Paul had watched all of this, and normally this would have stimulated Sally but not this time. She could tell that Paul was not enjoying this as there was no bulge in his pants. Sally lowered her eyes to the floor. "Come," was all that Paul said as he headed to the basement door. Sally padded along behind him like a forlorn puppy. When they reached the basement, Paul went straight to the dungeon. He opened the door and stood to the side so Sally could enter. When Sally entered she could see what Paul had been working on before lunch. Hanging in the center of the room was a board. This board was about 6 inches thick but only 1/2 of an inch wide, and was like it was sitting on edge. The board was suspended by chains at each end, which ran to the pulley at the ceiling. Right in the center of the board, pointing to the ceiling, was a medium sized dildo shiny with lube. Under the board on the floor were two blocks, about six inches in height. Without having to be told to do so, Sally walked over to the device. Paul came up behind her and placed a wide collar around her throat. The collar had a ring in front, and another strap that draped down her back. Taking her right hand and pulling it behind her, lifting it to the small of her back, Paul fastened the cuff that was attached to this strap to her wrist. This was repeated with her left hand as well, leaving both of her hands fastened up behind her back. "Step over the board. Stand so your heels are on the blocks, but your toes are on the floor," Paul ordered. With Paul steadying her because it was difficult to maintain her balance with her hands strapped, Sally did as she was ordered. With her heels on the blocks and her toes on the floor, it was if she were wearing her highest heeled shoes. Paul the pressed the switch on the hoist, and the board started to rise. Carefully, he guided the dildo into her vagina as the board lifted. When the dildo was completely inserted and the board was just touching her pussy, he released the switch to let it dangle in front of the board. He then picked up a short chain with clips hooks on each end. He attached one end of the chain to the ring on her collar and the other end to the chain in front of her that supported the board. This forced her body forward so her clit came in contact with the board. Standing back, Paul studied the situation for a minute. Then he went over to the wall and opened a cabinet, returning with a large ball gag. Sally did not protest as he shoved it between her teeth and buckled it securely behind her head. She tested it by putting her head down, hoping for some slack in the strap and pushing on the ball, but the gag was not coming out. "Okay. Up on those toes, girl," Paul instructed. Sally lifted up, but there was not much more that she could go. The blocks had her practically on tiptoe to start with. Paul removed the blocks and put them on a bench. "Have a nice afternoon, and think about what you have done," Paul said as he left the room, shutting the thick door behind him. Sally did not know what to think. She'd expected Paul to whip her, beat her, or cause other great pain like her father had done when she was a little girl and she had strayed into the street. Without even thinking about it she started to relax her feet and come down on her heels, but this created a large pressure on her sex. She pushed herself back up on her toes to relieve the pressure. Suddenly she understood the predicament that she was in. If she came down, before her heels would reach the floor her sex would bear all of her weight on a thin piece of wood. She tried to shuffle forward but the dildo in her vagina caused the board to move with her. She was running out of time, for her calves were starting to cramp. She tried to lower her arms but they were strapped to her neck. She tried to pull them out of the cuffs, but he had buckled them too tight for that. Now her legs were shaking from the strain of staying up on her toes. She knew that she could not last forever, so she gently lowered herself onto the board. The pressure slowly built until the pain started. It was centered in her clit and she tried to lean back so that her weight would not be on her clit, but the chain on her neck prevented that. The pain between her legs built to an unbearable point. Sally forced herself back up on her toes, reducing the pain somewhat. It did not take too long before her legs tired again, with the muscles quivering with the strain. She tried to twist as she lowered herself this time, but he board just swung with her on the chains. She realized that the dildo was too long for her to slip off of it, and with the board hanging by chains it would move with her, but not down. She rose back up on her toes. She broke out in a cold sweat, trying desperately to stay up on her toes. It felt like only seconds till her legs finally gave out. This caused her to come down, though not as gently. Her labia were pinched between her pelvic bone and the board causing extreme pain. Her legs would not lift her this time and tears filled her eyes. The gag only partially stifled her screams. Finally her legs regained enough strength to lift herself a little so she could release her labia. They throbbed so much now that she got no relief from the pain. The switch to lower the board hung right in front of her, but it might as well be in China for all the good it did her. Down, up, pain, and more pain. The time crawled slowly by and she felt so alone. There was no one to even beg to, even if she could be understood through the gag. Her legs burned like they were on fire with the muscles reduced to Jell-O. Oh why had she forgotten to mail the taxes? She sure would not let that happen again. Suddenly the board was being lowered. Sally followed it all the way to the floor, since her legs were not able to support her weight at all at this point. When she finally reached the floor, she fainted. When Sally woke up she was in bed. She still felt the pain in her sex. The sun was at a low angle so it must have been late evening. Raising herself up, she looked down at her pussy. It was red and swollen, and so sore that she dared not touch it. She slowly rolled off the bed. Every little movement hurt her. When she tried to stand her legs were very wobbly, still not supporting her weight very well. She started to move toward the door, but only got about two very painful steps as her legs rubbed her sex. She climbed back on the bed and spread her legs. It was the least painful position. She was not out of pain, but at least it was bearable. Paul came in with a tray in his arms, gently placing it on the bed and propping her up with some pillows behind her back. "Here. You need some nourishment." He handed her a milkshake. "And you might want to take these," he added, handing her two aspirin. Paul slowly fed Sally an entire dinner, one bite at a time. They did not talk, but they shared the moment. ************************** Comments? Dingo_dave@email.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+