While I wrote this a long time ago, I have not shared it with anyone. I have enjoyed reading all the work here and thought it was time to contribute. I am not a writer, never received good grades in school, and depended on my now wife to correct my writing in college. So while I like feedback please be gentle with me. I will be posting additional chapters soon if this goes well.
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 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 could also 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, which 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, which 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. 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 at 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 committed to him for a length of time like this. A few hours maybe, but not for days.
Sally thought back to how all this bondage stuff started anyway. It had been one evening that they had gone over to Tammie and Sam's house for a cookout. Paul and Sam worked for the same company and had invited them over. 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 up close. She was turning them gingerly over in her hands, amazed at how shiny 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 two pieces, held together with enough room between them for the solid piece to fit through.
