Commitment Pt. 06 – Total Control by kld96407

Commitment Pt. 06 – Total Control by kld96407

Paul led the manacled Sally out of the den, down the hall to the kitchen and through the kitchen to the basement stairs. As Sally looked down the stairs, she could see that the lights were already on, but she was not sure that she could get down the stairs. The stairs looked a lot steeper than she remembered. Paul sensed her hesitation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go in front of you. I won’t let you fall,” Paul assured her.

With that, he stepped down the first two steps and turned around to face her. He grabbed her hands and pulled her down the first step. They could hear every link of the chain as it crossed the lip of the stairs when she stepped down. Paul went down another step and repeated the process. This continued until they reached the bottom.

“Sally, do you hear anything?”

Sally listened carefully as she looked around at the foundation of the old house. It was made of stones and the rough walls gave the basement a castle-like atmosphere. The floor joists were three feet above her head and, of course, the basement held all the mechanical equipment, wiring, plumbing, and junk you normally would find in one’s basement.

“No, nothing unusual,” Sally answered.

Paul guided Sally across the basement and through a door. Inside, Sally could see that this room had once been filled with a massive furnace. But now a modern furnace occupied only a small part of the room. As Paul continued to guide Sally by the arm to the other side of the furnace, Sally started to hear music coming from somewhere behind it. As they rounded the furnace, Sally could see that there was a door in the wall. Paul proceeded to the door and inserted a large key in the lock. When the door swung open a wall of sound came pouring out. Sally instinctively tried to cover her ears, but she did not get more than a couple of inches of movement before the cuffs and belt stopped her. Paul took a step down into the room and, in a second, the music stopped.

“This room is actually under the porch that you parked next to,” Paul explained. “It originally was a coal bin but, in the sixties, the owner converted it to a bomb shelter. That music has been playing all the time that you’ve been here.”

Sally thought about this for a minute and understood that, once she was inside, no matter how loud she screamed, no one would ever hear her. Not unless they were standing right next to the door, and that was unlikely. Once she was inside, there would not be any way anyone would know she was here, even if they were inside the house.

Paul pushed her toward the room. She had to step down to get inside, and this made the ceiling even higher. Sally glanced around at the many things in the room. She did not know what most of the things were, but she immediately knew what the large X, standing against the wall, was for. There were some chains hanging from the ceiling and a few cabinets that held many mysteries. The room was dominated, however, by a large frame that looked like an open globe. Six nine foot hoops, were arranged to make a ball, with pulleys attached at various points around it.

Sally didn’t know it then, but she would soon find out more about that apparatus than she wanted to. Once they were inside the room, Paul closed the heavy door with a bang and then locked it and pocketed the key. It sounded to Sally like a jail cell door closing.

“That should keep you from escaping, I guess,” Paul said as he unlocked the cuffs. “But now, it’s time to start making you very helpless and totally dependant on me.”

Sally was rubbing her wrists where the unyielding steel had made red groves in her tender wrists.

“Here. These will be a lot softer than those steel bracelets,” Paul said, holding out what looked kind of like mittens, or thin boxing gloves, with the fingers curled into half close fists. Sally held out her hand and Paul started to slip one on. Sally discovered that the palm side of the glove was leather over some type of unyielding metal. As her hand was inserted into the glove, each finger entered its own sleeve. Her fingers were forced to curve with the glove, so they formed kind of a hook. Once her hand was all the way into the glove, Paul started to pull at the laces that went down the back. This pulled the glove tight to Sally’s hand until it fit like a second skin. The laces traveled all the way down the long glove, completely covering her wrist as well. The closing of a strap around her wrist completed the process so that the slots on one side fit over a hasp on the other side. Paul slipped a small padlock through the hasp and snapped it shut.

As this was being repeated on the other hand, Sally tried to straighten her fingers but found that she could not. She tried to move her wrist but was not able to do that either. All that she could do was twist her entire forearm. She was fascinated; was this hand really a part of her? It didn’t feel like it because she could not control its movement, or rather, she could not move it.

Paul picked up two pieces that looked like musical triangles and which fit perfectly into the hooks of the gloves. A piece of the gloves sprang out to close the hooks, so the triangles could not fall out. Paul moved Sally so that she was facing the center of the room, between two of the hoops of the ball. He threaded small cables through two of the pulleys and attached them to the triangles. Then, he took up the slack in the cables and Sally felt her hands being pulled up. They rose to the level of her shoulders, then her face and then over her head. She went up on her toes, but Paul did not stop until her feet left the ground and she was swinging freely, with her toes just inches from the floor.

The triangles snapped into grooves in one of the hoops so that they would not twist. She gripped the gloves tightly and tried to twist her arms, but they no longer were able to twist. She kicked her legs uselessly in the air. She looked up, seeing that her arms were at a 30-degree angle and keeping her centered in the ball. Sally could feel her fingers giving out, and she reasoned that she was only inches from the floor, so she let go. Nothing happened. She relaxed her grip, but it didn’t make the slightest difference. Her fingers did not, could not, move. She tried to pull herself up but, in seconds, her arms gave out and she slumped back until her arms were straight again.

Paul had gone over to a table with several items on it. He picked up two leather covered pieces and returned to Sally. He captured her right foot and, lifting it slightly, quickly slipped the device on. It had a tube for each of her toes and came up the top of her foot where it made a right angle to her ankle. There was a strap that Paul locked around her ankle to hold the whole thing in place. The result was that she could not move her toes or feet, but the bottoms of her feet were available to Paul. This process was repeated with her left foot.

Next, he picked up several more cables and attached them to rings on the ankle straps. He attached the other ends to points on the ball, which drew her legs apart and exposed the juices that were running down her legs. Paul added two more cables to each foot, going to different points on the ball. When he was done, Sally discovered that these held her feet at fixed points. She could not raise them or move them forwards or backwards. They were fixed at a point in thin air.

As she tried to look at the devices attached to her feet, which kept her legs so far apart that she knew her labia were pulled open, Paul started to put a wide belt around her waist. It was drawn tight, just above her hips, and 3 buckles held it tight. There were heavy-duty rings embedded in the belt at four positions. He added connections from these rings to the hoops that made up the ball. Now, she could not move her body in any direction. Her only remaining movements were her head, her ability to twist her hips in the belt, and she was able to twist her shoulders. Paul added two long straps that circled her thighs, as high on her leg as they could go, and attached these to the hoops. That took care of the twisting of her hips. This process was repeated at each arm where they met her shoulders, rendering them motionless as well.

Sally was overwhelmed. She was connected to the frame by her hands, shoulders, waist, hips, and feet, but she not touching anything to give her any leverage. She was just a point, held in the center of a sphere. She had never been in such a position, nor as turned on as she was now. All she wanted was for Paul to fuck her till the cows came home.

“Are you okay?” Paul was standing directly in front of her.

“I..I think so.” Sally was so turned on she did not trust her voice.

Paul reached out and pushed the ball. As it started to roll back, Sally lost her sense of balance because she rolled with it and could not compensate due to her strict bondage. She started to panic, and screamed as she fought the bindings holding her. The only effect was some creaking of the leather that held her in its grasp. Paul stopped the action of the ball when Sally was horizontal. She slowly got a hold of herself and realized that, strapped as she was, there certainly was no danger of her falling. The pressure on her neck to hold her head up was tremendous, but it was also uncomfortable to let it fall back toward the floor. A pillow would be nice, she thought.

Paul had returned, and he stepped between the rings to stand before her open sex. She could just see him if she forced her head all the way up.

“Please fuck me. I am so hot for you,” Sally begged.

She could feel something, hard and smooth, between her labia. It was not his cock, but it felt good. She tried to force herself onto it, but she could not move. It continued to move up and down her sex making her want it sooo bad, but she was helpless to do anything about it. And that made her all the hornier. There was no way to win this one. Ever so slowly, the dildo started to penetrate her sex.

The dildo was inside her now but before it had even bottomed out, Sally felt the orgasm overtaking her. It was not earth shattering but it felt wonderful. Though, it did not last long. Sally could never remember having an orgasm just from penetration. Usually, it took some real friction on her clit to get her off but, in her excited state, just penetration had given some relief. She wanted more, however. It was not long in coming. She again felt something hard between her legs, bumping into the dildo in her vagina. Then she felt something cold on her butt.