Authors Note:
This is a continuation to the Commitment series. I strongly recommend that you read that first as there are several references to that work. This is only my second attempt at posting here so please ignore the stuff that doesn't work for some reason. I originally wrote this many years ago, i.e. before cell phones, but I have tried to update it to modern times. I may have missed some things here and there however. This is just the rambleings of my mind and has no basis in real life. Hope you might like it.
Chapter 1
The movement in the bed woke Sally. Paul was starting to get out of bed. Sally wanted to wrap her arms around him, to snuggle against him and keep him in bed with her. Paul would be leaving on a trip, and she didn't want him to go. She reached up for him, but her arms were halted partway along their reach. Her motion was prevented by the short lengths of chain which connected the cuffs on each of her wrists to the heavy eyebolts sunk deep into the sturdy wooden frame of their bed.
"Oh, I wish I could wrap my arms around you and hold you tight," she said with a sigh. She found her bonds both exciting and frustrating. Her condition, recalled to the forefront of her thoughts again, caused her to squirm slowly, seductively wriggling her body as she alternately pulled on the chains constraining her arms and her legs. As with every other time she had tried, while they allowed her a certain freedom of movement, she was not able to move her limbs close enough to grab him. All she accomplished was eliciting the tinkling laughter of the chains, turning herself into a lewd display of female flesh. She was glad it did not go unnoticed. Paul devoured her with his eyes. But then he turned and went into the bathroom leaving Sally to her thoughts.
It had been several months since their wedding, and they were settling into a routine which included the bondage of Sally most of the time. The wedding had been wonderful, but nothing out of the ordinary, just a hundred guests and a big party afterwards. Not a hint of the bondage nature of their relationship. Although when it was time to hold hands, rather than her hand, Paul grabbed the bracelet he had soldered permanently onto her wrist and then gave her a wink. Sally knew it was not the result of nervousness, as her maid of honor had kidded him about at the reception.
Sally studied her current situation as she heard Paul turn on the shower. It was different from the soft leather bands he had used in the past. These were solid steel circles as thick as her little finger. Actually, they were two halves with a protrusion in one half that went between two others in the mating piece. On one side they were pinned together in such a way that it formed a hinge. On the other side, there was a set of holes that lined up when the halves were closed. Through this hole the padlock was inserted, and the lock also went through the last link of the chain attached to the bed. This was repeated on each of her limbs. Sally examined the shackles again, since she was not going anywhere until Paul got out of the shower. Or was she?
She looked at the hinge carefully to see if she could push the pin out. But no, the pin had been well secured and there was not even an edge to catch the sheets on. The lock shank fit precisely into the hole so there was no way to get the circle any bigger. Maybe she could slip it over her hand if she tried hard enough. After all, they were larger than her bracelet.
She played with the bracelet on her right wrist and found that she could pass the bracelet through the center of shackle easily. This placed the shackle at the base of her hand. Carefully, she folded her thumb in as far as it would go and tried to push the shackle over the base of her hand. It did not move very far, and it was very tight. Not giving up, she tried to screw it off by twisting it as she was pushing. It got tighter to the point where it was hurting. I was still not near the widest part of her hand.
Reluctantly she gave up and pulled it back on her wrist. In frustration she pulled her arm as hard as she could, straining against the chain, but it was unyielding. She was equally unsuccessful with her other hand as well as her feet. She was stuck to the bed. "Well, there are worse places to be stuck," she thought, thinking of the number of times she had been restrained in the dungeon downstairs.
She heard the shower stop and imagined the sight of Paul stepping out of the shower. She realized that all the frustrations had made her wet between her legs again. She had been that way many times last night as they had made love, and she had lost count of the number of times that she had climaxed. Paul was leaving for a week on the road, and they were trying to "bank" some orgasms to tide them over until he returned. Not that it would work, but it was sure fun trying. Sally was ready for more right now. She was going to miss him. It would be their first separation since they were married.
"Paul, are you sure that you can't skip this meeting?" Sally pleaded.
"Now we've been all through this before, Sally," Paul replied. "There's some big announcement coming out tomorrow and they want us all in one place for the announcement and sales training on whatever it is immediately after. Are you sure that you can't get away and join me? We'd have some fun in the evenings in Chicago, you know."
"I know," Sally answered. "But you know that we are rolling out a new rate software application to the agents soon, so I have a series of meetings to plan for the increased call load the support staff will be getting."
Paul came into the bedroom, freshly shaven, clean, and wearing his underwear. Retrieving the key off the dresser, he released his bride from the bed.
"Well then we're stuck apart for the week, aren't we? Your turn in the bathroom, you sex addict."
"Only with you!" Sally said as, finally free, she grabbed him and kissed him deeply.
By the time that Sally was done in the bathroom and dressed for work, Paul had some breakfast on the counter. They talked about their coming week and how much they would miss each other. Sally drove Paul to the airport but, due to her work schedule, could not wait for his flight. So, they said their goodbyes at the curb.
Sally got to work just in time for her first meeting. The meetings were back-to-back all day long. It was late by the time she'd waded through her emails and voicemail, and it was very late when she got home. Since Paul wasn't there, she picked her way through the leftovers in the refrigerator. As she sat down to eat, she noticed that she had missed a call, but there was a voicemail. It was from Paul. He had arrived safely, but he would be out late, so he would try to talk to her tomorrow night.
Sally watched a little TV until it was time for bed, but she could not go to sleep. They had only been married for a short time, but already the bed did not feel right. It was just too empty, and she was tied to it more times than not.
Finally, she picked up the bracelets, locks, and chains that were still attached to the bed from their previous activity. First, she locked her ankles to the bed, then she reached up and put the key on the headboard next to the blindfold.
On impulse, she picked up the blindfold and put it on. The world went black. This was a heavy padded leather blindfold that fit the bridge of her nose perfectly, blocking out all sight. With some difficulty, feeling around until she looped the chain from the right side of the bed through the lock on her right wrist. She tried to reach the left chain but could not find it. She would not be able to close the lock anyway so, instead, she found another link next to her right wrist and locked the bracelet to that, effectively handcuffing her wrists together. Strangely, this felt better to Sally.
She imagined that Paul was going to sell her at a slave auction. She tried to reach her pussy but found that she could not. After what seemed like a long time, she finally fell asleep.
Chapter 2
Sally came to with a start. She was in a cage. The cage was not big enough for her to stretch her legs out and it forced her into a fetal position. She was naked. When she looked around, there were other women in the room, each in their own cage. Sally had no idea where she was, or what was going on, but she could not get out of the cage. The door to the room swung open, and a big man dressed in robes came in.
"So, you're finally awake, little one. It's time to prepare you to meet your new master," he said, as he stared at her naked form.
He reached down and opened the door to the cage, but Sally was not about to come out. She did not like the looks of this man. She figured that she was safer inside the cage than out. The man smiled knowingly and simply walked to the back of the cage and picked up a silver stick. Sally could not see clearly what he was up to because the cage was so small, and now he was standing behind her butt. Maybe she could bolt out the cage and out the door. No, that would not work. She had no idea where she was and would not even make the door before he caught her. Better to stay where she was.
The stick he was holding was a little thicker than a broom handle, but only 3 feet long. He slowly started to insert it into the cage.
Sally thought, "He's going to try to push me out with the stick, but I won't budge."
She felt it come into contact with her right thigh. Suddenly there was a massive pain, and her leg pushed her headlong out of the cage. Her whole leg was on fire, and she heard herself screaming uncontrollably.
