Bonds of Love 2 bondage story | rope tied, bound and gagged

The question was as sudden as it was shocking and Sureerat gasped with surprise and embarrassment while she glanced around the dinner table. Everyone was watching her with barely concealed amusement. Her mother was also speaking as well. Almost too late, Sureerat realised that she was the intended recipient of her words. "…you alright, Sureerat?" said Mrs. Vilaijaroenrakul and she blushed before biting her lip and looking around again.

Her impish younger brother was choking with laughter and a well-masticated mouthful of half-chewed food sprayed outward on his plate and the dinner table, much to her disgust. She gave him an angry look while he convulsively swallowed what little remained before he suddenly opened his mouth. "I think she's got a crush on Andy," Benny happily offered.

"Oh, shut up!" Sureerat snarled while her cheeks flamed. Did he… Surely nobody knew about the way he'd tied her up last Sunday? It was all she had been able to think about ever since being unbound and saying goodbye. Being tied up. The way it felt being so helplessly bound hand and foot. So safe as well. Even simply thinking about being tied up was enough to produce a pleasant heat and a tingling deep below that made her squirm each time it appeared. However, dealing with her embarrassment and guilt about something as strange as being tied up was anything but easy. She simply could not understand why she suddenly wanted to be tied up so much. It was all she could think about lately. Although nobody knew what happened between them the week before, she instinctively realised without asking that it was something people would frown upon, openly disapprove of.

Sureerat sighed again and looked outside. They were eating under the open dining area and the hibiscus was in full, glorious bloom. She'd been tied up metres away from where they sat and it was playing on her mind more than ever. She pretended to study the huge red flowers while Benny continued giggling. It was a high-pitched, aggravating noise that grated upon her burning ears while she vainly attempted blocking out the laughter ringing in her ears. This tying up business was almost as bad as her thing about wearing plastic raincoats.

Fortunately it was also something neither Benny nor her family had any idea existed otherwise… Sureerat hoped they would not notice the sudden heat that she was aware would be colouring her skin like a lighthouse. After all, wearing a soft translucent plastic two-piece rainsuit comprising a jacket and matching pants (which she'd smuggled home after buying it at a local market) in the privacy of her bed each night after lights out was also hardly normal behaviour as well. The best part was doing up the hood so it was a snug fit around her head where she could feel the cool, smooth plastic caressing her neck and cheeks. Tying the tapes of the drawstring hood under her chin also reminded her of the ropes she enjoyed having Andy use on her. So wrong… So weird… The sudden guilty thought made Sureerat think about her beloved yellow vinyl raincoat hanging out of sight behind her clothes. Although it was a compulsory element of her school wear, she was occasionally quite sure everybody could see how much wearing it affected her despite the illogicality of the thought in a country with an annual rainfall exceeding five or six feet.

She just could not understand the fatal attraction that plastic or vinyl held upon her mind with a vise-like grip either. Every time she passed by the sprawling, bustling market of Semarang, she just had to check out the racks of multicoloured rainwear laid out to tempt passerbys during the rainy season. The sight of all that gleaming plastic or shiny vinyl always made her heart beat faster than ever. If she was with her girlfriends, tearing her attention away from the object of her desire was always easier said than done. Each raincoat was a siren and ignoring them was anything but easy. However, better that than anyone discovering the level of interest she had in something as ordinary and unremarkable as plastic rainwear.

It would have been of little comfort had Sureerat only known the real reason behind her developing plastic fetish. While Sureerat was just learning to walk during her toddler days, Mrs. Vilaijaroentrakul always kitted her out in gleaming yellow vinyl from head to toe even if it only looked like it might rain. A pair of Puddle Duck rain-boots, a matching raincoat that always had to be lovingly buttoned up to the collar and the great gleaming yellow bowl of her sou'wester tied under her chin comprised her little rainy day ensemble – and it was one she wore almost every day during the rainy season. When school was out, she sometime spent all day outdoors in her gleaming, shiny rainwear – even when it'd long since stopped raining. One of the most enduring memories was the sharp tang of brand new vinyl which lingered long after her mother's warm hugs that always followed the end of this little dressing ritual. The affectionate, protective hugs that she loved exchanging with her mother was something that made her very happy.

Sureerat had no idea that that the lingering memories of these early smells helped trigger a compulsion that would last the rest of her life. The aromatic aroma of her rainwear was strongly evocative of happiness, safety and and security. She did not know that the sense of smell (or those of sight and touch; it was so shiny and smooth!) was closely linked to the memories floating around her brain or that there was nothing coincidental about this association. The nose contains a set of olfactory cells or receptors and they are directly connected to the limbic system, which is thought to be responsible for emotion – such as pleasure or happiness. Each smell is sent to the cortex of the brain where recognition occurs but by the time this happens, the limbic system has already been stimulated by the electrical reactions created by the smell. Therefore, whenever Sureerat picked up her raincoat and identified the strong smell of plastic it contained, the scent had already activated this system, thus subtly creating pleasure and happiness.

Additionally, she was also equally unaware of the subtle associative or classical conditioning involved with the dressing ritual and subsequent wearing of her raincoat when she went out with her mother. Classical conditioning occurs when two different elements are paired together, the presentation of which leads to the 'transfer' of some or all of the qualities of one element to the other. Therefore the way Sureerat's mother, whom she loved and trusted very much, presented such an ordinary, everyday product as her rainwear lead to the acceptance of this utilitarian piece of clothing as sharing the same qualities of the presenter. These also included the same sense of security and pleasure she obtained from the smell of her rainwear. Somewhere along the way, it also subtly sexualised her raincoat so that whenever she wore it, it created a set of feelings that she could not understand or identify. Therefore, Sureerat frequently felt bereft when it was not raining and she had to go without wearing her beloved shiny yellow raincoat.

It was not until much later Sureerat realised that her ready acceptance of bondage; i.e. being tied up might have had something to do with the same conditioning. The ropes that bound her so securely from head to toe became an expression of love because it was almost the ultimate form of affection that Andy displayed towards her. The tighter she was tied up, the greater the amount of love she felt behind every piece of rope used on her. Andy was so gentle, so caring, so loving when he tied her up. Her bonds also provided a strange sense of safety and security as well because it was something that Andy also provided whenever he was around. They also acted as a substitute for the hugs she'd enjoyed receiving from her mother as a little girl as well as those Andy gave her. And of course, being helplessly tied up was exciting!!

Unaware of the complex psychology helping shape her brain and sexuality, Sureerat sighed again before noticing Benny. He was still giggling like a hyena and Sureerat lowered her voice until it was a poisonous hiss. "Shut up, Stinky!" Stinky by name, stinky by nature.

"Oooooo!" Benny jeered. "She's in love!"

"Benny!" Sureerat was as embarrassed as she was furious. He was opening his mouth to say something else and she desperately hoped it had nothing to do with… rope. Or plastic raincoats.

"Temper, temper, Sureerat," Mrs. Vilaijaroenrakul smiled before saying, "That's enough, Benny." Sympathetically, "Sureerat, are you all right?"

"Yeah… I'm fine, Mother," Sureerat mumbled before Benny had another chance to interrupt.

"Sure?" Vipavee Vilaijaroentrakul's voice was doubtful and Sureerat almost smiled. If only I could tell you why…

"Yeah… I'm OK… " Sureerat hastily dissembled. "Nothing I can't handle. Just school, stuff like that. Lots of homework…" Sureerat allowed a tiny sigh to creep into her voice as if suggesting it was only homework bothering her.

Stinky was still grinning and she held his eyes with a basilisk gaze until he hurriedly looked away. It was the one contest he'd never won and Sureerat suddenly felt marginally better. At least some things would never change. However, trying not to think about last Sunday wasn't becoming any easier and pretending that there was nothing wrong with her world was even harder.

Being tied up was one thing but…

It had had a disastrous effect upon her.

Although being bound hand and foot was occasionally uncomfortable (being tied for so long made her arms and legs ache after a while), it was also such a heavenly, incomparable feeling that she could hardly wait to have another go. Apart from the way that her bonds looked and felt or the incredible, delicious squirmy feeling of sheer helplessness that being tied up generated, she'd never experienced anything else that affected her most private parts anywhere near as much. There was nothing quite like the way the ropes looped and tightened around her body like the giant pythons she saw the local snake catcher capturing. Even simply having her hands bound together behind her back was enough to set off an unavoidable, runaway chain reaction that she was incapable of controlling.

I was so wet… Sureerat bit down harder on the heavily spiced chicken filling her mouth before destroying it with her teeth. It was delicious but she hardly noticed the taste. My bathers were wet as well.

Thank God Andy never noticed just how much all this was affecting me… Sureerat badly wanted to laugh but she dared not draw any further attention to herself. Although she was concentrating upon her chicken and rice, she could feel Benny's gimlet eyes studying her while she self-consciously carved up the drumstick facing her. Immediately after being untied, she'd rolled around until she was facing away from Andy before leaping up and diving into the pool in one fluid motion that would have done an Olympic swimmer proud. It was the only way she could conceal a very telltale damp spot staining the crotch of her bikini bottom.

Thinking about her reaction concerning being bound suddenly reminded Sureerat of the way Andy behaved after tying her up.

Was he feeling the same way about this as well? It was another mystery that she wanted to clear up as well. Of course, she was well used to the vagaries of adolescence and the associated angst it produced. Some of her classmates, Stinky included, had a habit of producing a stiffie, usually when least wanted during a presentation or other similarly embarrassingly public moments. However, she'd never seen anything quite like the size or duration of Andy's boner, which appeared almost immediately after tying her hands together for the first time. It'd also stayed and stayed and…

He'd been so embarrassed about it as well. That was the other thing about it. Embarrassment was normal whenever such a thing occurred but Andy had also gone to great pains with concealing the extent of his arousal. But why? Sureerat thought. I was the one being tied up.

She hoped that this tying-up business would not affect their relationship and she sighed again after shovelling the last mouthful of rice down her throat. Somewhere along the way, it had ceased to be a game. Instead, it'd suddenly assumed almost mystic, infinitely greater proportions. In other words, Sureerat knew, this tying-up thing was now something much more than an innocent way of whiling away a few hours and the thought was as exciting as it was frightening.

Being born with a bright and inquisitive mind meant that Sureerat normally enjoyed the challenge of school but the week was positively nightmarish.

Normally hard-working and conscientious, she was told off – lectured! for not paying attention in class, much to the amazement and vast amusement of her gobsmacked classmates, half of whom wondered if it was a hormonal thing while the other half openly speculated about the lucky guy who'd captured her heart.

They didn't have to look far.

There was only one suspect and it was called Andy.

Because it was a well-known fact that they were like… that, Andy also came in for a great deal of teasing and ribald speculation. No one could understand what he saw in a gawky, unattractive girl like Sureerat either. He could have almost anyone he liked. Yet he'd singled her out for his attention. Therefore, the attention and teasing they received only increased the awkwardness between the pair each time they saw each other. Every time they met or sat together during the few classes they shared together, Sureerat was acutely conscious of what they'd just shared together but adding to the difficulty was her inability to talk about such an embarrassing, heavily charged topic. It was fraught with barely acknowledged sexuality and that didn't help either.

It was especially upsetting when she sensed rather than noticed the way their relationship was changing. Although Andy was outwardly as warm, friendly and caring as ever, there was a subtle awkwardness between them that neither failed to miss. He never talked about last Sunday either and it made her wonder if an encore performance would ever occur. The tying up game and the cuddles she'd enjoyed so much were unlikely to be repeated any time soon, if ever. He'd only brought those ropes around because he was practising for his knot-tying badges this week (she didn't even know if he'd passed his test because she had never dared ask). The whole situation was as surprising as it was distressing and it only added another worry that her already overloaded brain had to deal with.

Thinking about Andy and dealing with her developing feelings concerning someone whom she'd only considered as a friend for years was also playing upon her mind as well. Sureerat remembered feeling absolutely bereft after being untied and reluctantly saying goodbye. Farewelling Andy was increasingly hard of late and it was also another deeply confusing issue that she was having trouble dealing with.

Daydreaming about being tied up again was another problem and a much more serious one because it was affecting her schoolwork. After all, it was not every day she only got a B+ with one of her essays in English, which was normally one of her favourite subjects. Even the teacher wanted to know what was wrong with one of her star pupils and it didn't help matters the slightest.

However, hardest of all was her inability to focus upon anything else while her thoughts constantly revolved around Andy and… being tied up again. Normally easy subjects like Mathematics suddenly assumed a much greater difficulty while she fantasised about the various ways he might tie her up again instead of concentrating upon the intricacies of Algebra. Even her friendships suffered but almost everybody passed off her uncharacteristic silence off as that hormonal thing most young women of her age occasionally suffered. Although some people teased Sureerat about her budding relationship with Andy, the majority of her closest friends were understanding. Her girlfriends were also growing up alongside her and they all understood what it was like experiencing their first periods, the bleeding, the crankiness and occasionally wild mood swings that accompanied their time of the month as well as their complete inability to talk about the subject with anybody but each other. However, their support made her feel worse because she hated being forced to lie about what was really occupying her mind.

Lying about this tying up thing also made Sureerat feel that much worse because, as she told herself, if being tied up was ok, there was nothing wrong with wanting something like that as much as she did, then why did she feel quite unable to tell even her closest friends about everything that took place last Sunday?

Because it's strange and weird, that's why! she told herself. Nobody else wants to be tied up like that. Only me. Understanding why she wanted to be tied up until she couldn't move a single inch, was impossible.

Sureerat continued berating herself all week between dreaming about Andy and the Sunday fast looming up. He was coming around again and the date was approaching like an express train. Sureerat could feel her nervousness increasing with every hour and day that crawled past with agonising slowness before speeding past like a bullet. She was not even sure if he would bother turn up like last time. Therefore, it all added to the incredible level of stress that she was bottling up like the canisters of pressurised gas they bought for the kitchen and there was no safety valve; no one she could share her worries with. Worst of all, there was nothing that she could do about it and so she suffered in silence.

Therefore, Sureerat was unnaturally glad when the bell rang to signal the end of school that Friday afternoon.

It'd been an awful week.

School and preparing for their final exams was stressful enough as it was without dealing with everything else as well. This was exactly like Alice in Wonderland; a world where everything was completely out of kilter including cats that slowly vanished until a horrible smile was left, a mad hatter, playing cards that hated the unfortunate girl and wanted her head off etcetera.

Saturday wasn't much better. Although it was a beautiful warm day, concentrating upon her homework was anything but easy. If anything, the quiet and solitude of the day was harder upon Sureerat because it left her with that much more time to think. As usual, she was outdoors, sheltering underneath the beautiful flower-garlanded gazebo in order to escape the fury of the sun vainly attempting to torch everything until it was a crisp. Even the heavenly fragrance of the snowy white frangipani with their butter yellow centres failed to provide the distraction that she was seeking. Andy. Rope. Being tied up. The way both made her feel. The aching sense of guilt overwhelming her overloaded mind.

Then there was Tommy and Benny as well. They were home today and they were spending more time in, rather than out of the pool. Enough water was being displaced to sink the Titanic twice over and their screaming and yelling was enough to wake the dead, she sourly thought. Although Sureerat desperately needed a little peace and quiet so she could concentrate upon the books she was supposed to be studying (at least it helped take her mind away from the vexed subject or being tied up again), she dared not tell either boy to shut up. Especially Stinky. The more she complained about the hullabaloo they were creating like a miniature pair of whirlwinds, the greater the amount of noise her plaintive complaints appeared to produce (if such a thing was possible).

Therefore, she suffered in silence between hoping that neither would be around to annoy them on Sunday. That was tomorrow. Only one day left. Less than twenty-four hours, even.

Of course, that was assuming Andy even bothered come around and Sureerat sighed again before slamming the books shut. This was just impossible. She had to do… something! Anything but this otherwise she would go nuts.

Even a long walk down the hill and down by the beach failed to provide much solace. There was rope everywhere and it was no longer the innocent, utilitarian tool she spotted but barely noticed a thousand times a day. Clothesline. Few people owned washing machines around here, so it was everywhere, festooning trees and fences like oversized strands of silk spun by a spider. Some construction workers tying a bamboo scaffolding together with rope and fishermen constructing nets out of rope. Their boats were strewn with all manner of cordage and Sureerat loudly exhaled before wondering if she was crazy.

They would lock her up and throw away the key if they ever found out.

It would be the lunatic asylum for sure. The place where they locked up all the mentals.

They gibbered and chattered like monkeys. The looneys and their carry-on frightened her very much. Sureerat hoped she was not like them.

Therefore, sleep did not come easily.

However, at last, at long last, Sunday rolled around and Sureerat was as delighted as she was relieved because it meant she would be seeing Andy again.

Hopefully.

Even if her old wristwatch was fast, there was no way that the sun could possibly be wrong about the time and Sureerat felt her lips quivering while she sadly looked around the quiet garden.

She'd gotten her wish; Tommy and Benny were out. They were spending all day around their grandparent's place down by the sea. They would not be back until well after nightfall (chances were that they would stay overnight anyway, they usually did) because they would provide a spread neither could resist and Sureerat gloried in the knowledge that she had the whole place to herself but…

It was already almost half-past ten and no sign of Andy.

Perhaps he's not coming. Sureerat was quite sure he'd gotten cold feet and she wearily rose before perching upon the edge of the pool. It was hot and a swim would be nice before she headed indoors for a quick nap. She leant forward before diving in.

Suddenly, something struck her with a great blow and she toppled sideways, screaming, into the pool before water closed about her mouth and cutting off her yell with a terrified gurgle.

A moment later, she rolled around, along with her shadowy assailant before breaching the surface and opening her eyes.

Oh my God! Sureerat could not believe who her mystery attacker was.

Andy. It was Andy and her heart leapt like the little grasshoppers she loved watching in the field around their house.

"Andy!" Sureerat yelled. Nevertheless, she did not know if she should be delighted because he was here or extremely cross. "You gave me such a fright!"

"Ma'af…" Andy gave a crooked, embarrassed grin. "I just couldn't resist."

"Yeah! You'd better be sorry," Sureerat giggled before noticing that she was still in Andy's arms. As usual, his chest was bare and despite her embarrassment, breaking their embrace was the last thing she wanted. One hand was cupping her bottom and she squirmed with pleasure. Shyly, "It's good to see you again."

"Same here," Andy smiled. "Sorry I'm late. I got held up."

"That's OK…" Sureerat could not understand why she felt so shy around the one person she loved and trusted above all else with the exception of her parents and Nan. "I… I was wondering where you were."

"Did you miss me?" Andy laughed.

"Only a very tiny little bit," Sureerat giggled.

"That's all?" Andy teased. He held two fingers a hairsbreath apart. "That's OK because I missed you about that much." However the strong, muscular arm he had already passed around her slim waist gave the lie to his statement.

"Of course," she blissfully replied. Andy was here and as usual, everything would be all right. Her world was complete. A vast relief filled her while she happily snuggled up against him before reluctantly pulling away and stroking down the length of the pool to cover up her growing confusion, most of which concerned her feelings about Andy. Nevertheless, she could not help feeling deeply happy while she surreptitiously studied him. Andy was here and everything was going to be all right. Why on earth had she ever doubted the strength of their friendship?

Sureerat could not help feeling slightly foolish while she sat on the underwater steps leading into the crystal clear depths of the pool while Andy crouched alongside her. His brilliant, toothy smile was as bright as ever and she felt a warm glow invading her body while they enquired about the health of each other's families as if they'd been apart for months before catching up upon the latest news and gossip doing the rounds of Semarang.

Suddenly, Sureerat noticed a very familiar bag sitting only a couple of feet away and she gasped out aloud before quickly biting her lip. There was nothing that unusual about Andy bringing his old backpack around. After all, they studied together often enough and it was the only way he could carry his books whilst cycling up here. On the other hand…

What if? Excitement filled Sureerat while she studied the bag as if it was a cobra about to strike.

Sureerat could feel Andy watching her and she instinctively realised that he'd noticed the direction of her gaze. Suddenly their eyes met with a wordless, soundless understanding but… There was a hot flush filling his cheeks and that was really unusual because the last time she'd seen him that embarrassed was the time he'd worn odd coloured socks to a gym class. Everybody was laughing and a very red-faced Andy promptly fled before changing his sock.

"Lots of… um, homework today?" said Sureerat.

"Um…" Andy shifted position before casually glancing around as if he was avoiding the teacher's eye and being called upon to answer a difficult question during class. "Well…"

His eyes were holding hers and Sureerat breathed, "Or…?"

"Uhmmm…" Andy was biting his lip. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and she tensed. "You… you want to…?"

"I… I want…" she breathed. Her heart was a jackhammer. She could feel it threatening to burst out her chest any moment.

"S… same here…"

"Are… are you going to… to tie me up now?" she whispered.

"You want?"

Sureerat mutely nodded. I want. Her chest was so tight she could hardly breathe. She wanted to be tied - up so much it hurt. It was all she could think about. Aware she was biting her lips again, Sureerat glanced in the direction of the bag before shivering with excitement. This was totally unexpected. However, Andy's presence was all too real. She was not dreaming. In fact, the one thing she'd dreamt about all week was actually happening. Andy was going to tie her up again. She was going to be tied up. Unbelievably, it actually looked like he wanted this as much as she did. Suddenly, another much more embarrassing thought entered her mind. Surely he hadn't anticipated how badly she wanted to be tied up again? Why else would he have brought that much rope around?

Meanwhile, Andy was rising out of the water and Sureerat breathlessly watched while he pulled a tangled, twisted Gordian lump of cord out of the bag. There was so much rope and she was sure that he'd brought more along this time. Her spine was tingling again and she could feel a very familiar heat surging outward from her crotch while Andy casually let it drop around his feet. The amount of rope he'd bought was staggering and Sureerat could not help wondering if he was planning upon using all of it upon her. She hoped so.

Most of the rope he'd brought was an uniformly thin 1/5-inch diameter hemp of the kind so commonly found around Indonesia and Sureerat wonderingly ran a finger down one beautifully woven piece of cord while she sat down to help with untangling everything. The weathered, old but perfectly serviceable rope (brand new rope could be quite prickly) she was holding between her trembling fingers was no longer simply a piece of inanimate, utilitarian cord. It was going to be used to tie her up. He's going to tie me up… and Sureerat could feel her chest tightening with anticipation, excitement and sheer tension while she carefully began untangling everything. Her heart was still thudding like the jungle drums she saw in the 'Phantom' comics which her brothers enjoyed reading while the pile of rope continued shrinking. Sureerat was acutely aware that once they finished sorting everything out, Andy would begin tying her up again.

At last, everything was neatly sorted out and neatly coiled hanks of rope surrounded the pair. Some pieces were short, others long but… There were miles and miles of rope. More rope than she ever possibly imagined Andy could or would ever use upon her and she wonderingly studied it like a scholar examining an original copy of the Magna Carta. Sureerat bit her lip again while her heart began revving out of control like the screaming F1 racecars that everybody enjoyed watching on TV. This was it. Andy was going to tie her up again and her heart leapt when he idly picked up a short piece of cord before nervously studying her face.

"Well…" Andy began. "You still want me to…"

"tie me up?" Sureerat gently completed the question for him.

"Uhm, well, yes."

"Yes… please…" Sureerat could not meet his eyes. Her chest was painfully tight; so much so it hurt. "I want…"

"Like last time?"

"Yeah…" Sureerat hoped that Andy could not see her rapidly colouring cheeks. They felt hot and she could feel sweat beading her forehead, despite climbing out of the pool less than ten minutes ago. Her throat suddenly felt as dry as each sun-dried fillet of fish they sold down the market and she convulsively swallowed before hesitantly replying. "Yes… Like last time, yeah…"

"You liked that, didn't you?" Andy smiled.

There was no way Andy could possibly miss her reaction and much to her embarrassment, she felt her cheeks heating up further while she pretended to study a tiny, iridescent beetle tentatively exploring each puddle of water along the edge of the pool. "Well, yeessss…" Sureerat hedged. "It… it was good fun." How could she possibly tell him the truth; the way that being tied up made her feel as though she was about to come any moment? The delicious heat emanating from deep below whilst she was helplessly bound hand and foot? Nope. She just couldn't tell Andy how she felt about being tied up. He wouldn't understand either.

"Yeah… It was… fun." Andy croaked and Sureerat smiled. He was clearly uncomfortable as well and the knowledge made her feel marginally better although she still could not work out why he should be feeling that way about tying her up.

"Well…" Sureerat slowly said. "Shall… shall we?"

"Sure," Andy grinned. "You want me… to… tie you up now?"

Sureerat nodded again before concentrating upon pulling off her bikini top to cover the growing emotion of the moment. Andy was going to tie her up again.

She did not trust herself to speak lest she reveal the depth of her feelings concerning the immense, intense spine-tingling pleasure she derived from being tied up. It was a brightly illuminated window to her soul and the last thing that she wanted was anybody, not even Andy, discovering the secret, jealously guarded pathway there. It was something she simply could not bear and so she remained silent while he selected a relatively short piece of cord.

A moment later, Andy was pulling her feet together and Sureerat desperately hoped that he would not notice how much she was trembling while he began tying them together. The last time she could recall shaking anywhere near as much was the time she had to stand up in front of the whole school during final assembly before delivering the annual Year report on behalf of her form.

Andy was also visibly shaky as well and that was really strange because he was normally never like that. A gifted sportsman and keen athlete, he was always so sure, so certain, so confident and it was one of the things that he loved about him. His self-confidence and assurance always made her feel safe. He always knew what to say, what to do, how to deal with other people. His was a personality which transcended his status as the son of a poor fisherman. The love and respect Andy enjoyed at school was universal from the principal downward. However, his earlier confidence had deserted him and he was fumbling with the rope around her feet.

"You want to pass that knot-tying test or not?" Sureerat smiled when Andy apologetically glanced upwards after uncharacteristically tying what looked like a 'granny' knot that was going everywhere but the right direction. The cords surrounding her slender ankles were so loose she could have driven a bus through everything but she tactfully refrained from saying so.

"Uh, sorry, Sureerat." Andy sounded apologetic and she wanted to laugh. This was really far out strange. Apologising because he wasn't tying her up tight enough. However, there was one good thing about his sudden ham-fistedness and subsequent apology. Sureerat knew without a doubt that Andy would go out of his way to make sure she enjoyed the experience. He was obviously tying her up because she enjoyed being bound and the knowledge made her feel very safe. It also increased the guilt roiling around her mind like a dark fog. He knows. He knows I really like being tied up. I'm sure he knows. Even though what they were doing was wrong, he was still going to tie her up anyway.

Is he only doing this to make me happy? It was all very confusing. It never occurred to Sureerat that Andy might enjoy tying her up at least as much as she loved being bound. However, Andy actually gave every appearance that he was also enjoying this as well. The knowledge that he might be getting something out of it as well made her feel a little better about everything while he began re-tying her ankles. And his thing was getting larger too! The tent that he was pitching was much bigger now and it pleased Sureerat for a reason she could not identify.

"Um, that better now?" Andy asked after pulling the last knot tight and tucking the ends out of reach. This time, her bonds were much tighter and she could not resist allowing a tiny sigh of pleasure to escape her lips while he carefully tied a tight little knot, then another atop that before tucking the last inch or so of cord out of sight.

"Yep, that's much better," Sureerat smiled before deciding a little further encouragement was in order. "Remember, if I escape, no knot-tying badge!"

Andy grinned and Sureerat felt the tension surrounding them dissipate like a punctured balloon. "Yeah, yeah, don't worry, I haven't forgotten!"

"Sure, sure," Sureerat giggled. At long last, her rapid heartbeat was slowing a little and that was good. "Bet I escape though."

"Like last time?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Wanna bet?"

"Uhuh," Sureerat demurred. Another trap. Andy reminded her of the hustlers she saw conning the odd unsuspecting tourist out of their money down by the local pool parlour on Main Street or the many places with a table out by the footpath. The sting always followed the same unvarying routine. The pool shark would begin with playing and missing. Sink a few along the way so the con wouldn't become immediately obvious. Lose (of course). Offer the unfortunate mark a re-match. Then whammo! A quick, clean surgical strike always followed after bets were laid. The best sharks were capable of clearing the table with eight shots or less. It was entertainment that never bored the lucky spectators watching and offering advice. It was better fun even than watching Baywatch.

Undeterred, Andy said, "Tell you what, because I'm feeling generous, I'll give you two hours to escape after I've finished tying you up…"

"Oh, how kind of you," Sureerat giggled. "All heart, that's you. So, what's the catch?"

"Weeee… ell…" Andy slowly replied, "If you're still there after two hours, you have to stay tied up until dinnertime. How about that?"

"Oh my God!" Sureerat gasped while she thought about the utterly thrilling prospect of being kept bound all afternoon. It was almost twelve now. She quickly did the math. Dinner was usually served around seven. That meant… seven hours. Six or seven hours! Oh my God… That was a long time. She would be tied up throughout without any chance of escape or release. It was as exciting as it was scary.

"You wouldn't, would you?" she asked before nervously studying the coiled tangle of rope. It looked like a snake about to strike. However, she could not think of a nicer way to spend a typically lazy, sultry afternoon and she wondered if Andy was aware of the direction that her thoughts were taking. Yes he was. But would he actually carry out his "threat"? Suddenly, Sureerat found herself hoping that he would keep his promise and keep her helplessly bound as long as possible.

"Try me," Andy laughed. "Just try me."

"Ok… go ahead and do your worst then," Sureerat giggled. "Go on, tie me up and I'll be out in time for dinner." She felt much better about the whole thing now. The fiction that it was only a game, only a competition of the kind they loved generating between each other helped mask the real purpose of this tying-up business. It contained a very deeply sexual element and it frightened her. She did not even want to think about what everyone would say if they ever found out how much she liked being tied up and the mysterious ways that it affected her body. Therefore pretending it was nothing more than another competition like the endless games of Monopoly or chess they played against each other allowed her to rationalise that it was another harmless version of the same thing - even if it was anything but.

She looked at her securely bound ankles before wonderingly touching the ropes lashing them together. The more she thought about being tied up, the more confusing everything was. It was like working out the meaning of Life itself. She could not understand why it affected her so much. Her cleft was already aching with an ineffable longing and desire that made her wish she could tear Andy's clothes off and… Her bikini bottoms were rapidly drying under the heat of the early afternoon and the tiny residue of dampness beneath her was not a result of the swim she'd just enjoyed.

"Ok, you're on," Andy smiled. "Dinnertime it is then."

"We'll see, we'll see," Sureerat snickered while Andy leant forward to do her legs.

Several minutes later, Sureerat began to feel much less confident about the efficacy of her boast. Her legs were now tightly bound together at ankles as well as above and below her knees. As mathodical as ever, he'd neatly (and tightly) cinched each set of cords so nothing would slip before tying not one but two or three very tight, unpickable knots. It was increasingly apparent that Andy meant to keep his side of the bargain and tie her up in such a way she would still be there by the time dinnertime rolled around. It was such a pleasant thought that she just had to smile before squirming about again with happiness and pleasure. Her bonds felt absolutely wonderful and she could not help wondering what else Andy had in mind while he carefully selected another short piece of rope.

"Ok, put your hands behind your back please."

This was the best bit about the whole thing, Sureerat thought while she eagerly leant forward before placing her hands behind her back for tying.

Being tied up hand and foot was magic.

Certainly, nothing else ever made her feel that way. It perfectly symbolised the real meaning of captivity, what it was like being rendered helpless. Her skin prickled with excitement when she realised that she might not see either hand again until dinnertime. Andy was tying them together now and it was only with a supreme effort of self-control that she resisted the temptation of crying out aloud with sheer pleasure while each strand of cord tightened before gently biting her skin while Andy cinched up everything. One tight knot became two and her skin thrilled when she realised where he was placing them – between her bound wrists, hopelessly out of reach of even her longest, most supple fingers. Her wrists felt as though they were being welded together. Being tied up like this felt sooooooo good and Sureerat wished she could say so.

She wanted to be helpless, really helpless – tied up without any hope or thought of escape. Sureerat could not help squirming with excitement as the heat between her legs increased. Her wrists were now securely bound together but… it did not seem quite enough. Andy should tie her arms together to be really certain… Yes…

"Andy?" she tremulously asked.

"Yes?" Andy smiled. "Don't ask. I'm not going to untie you. You're my prisoner now."

She giggled before hesitantly replying. What would Andy think when she heard what she had to say? She bit her lip before gazing out seawards. It was no good. She had to ask. It was a compulsion that she could not ignore. Oh wel, just do it. Ask him.. "No… no, nothing like that," she smiled before continuing. "Andy… um… I want you to tie my arms together."

"Huh? I'm sorry, I don't-"

"I mean… could you tie my arms togther like you did my hands?" Sureerat felt her chest tighten as she plunged ahead. "Above my elbows… so… I can't wriggle out of anything."

"Wow, you really want to be tied up huh?"

Sureerat hung her head. "Y-yes please…" she replied in a very small voice, hoping that he wouldn't see her blush.

"No problem, let's see how this goes," he insouciantly remarked and she exhaled with relief. Andy was so understanding! Her heart was racing again as he looped cord around her arms before drawing the doubled ends through – and pulling everything taut.

"Ooh!" she exclaimed with sudden surprise as her arms were dragged together with each successive loop until they all but met.

"Are you OK, Sureerat?" Andy asked. "I… I'm not hurting you?"

"It… feels strange," she breathlessly replied. "Keep going please."

"Sure."

"Tie me tight please," she earnestly pleaded. "Don't go easy on me." Sureerat desperately wanted to find out what it might feel like being bound this tightly. She bit her lip. The heat deep within her most private bits was immense and growing quickly.

"Oh my…" she breathed as her arms… touched. Andy was cinching the bonds which bound them together with a methodical efficiency which told her that no matter how hard she struggled, she would never loosen or shift anything – and she secretly gloried in the certain knowledge that she was now Andy's prisoner for as long as he desired. Sureerat sensed rather than noticed her breath escape with an explosive hiss as she experimentally wriggled and squirmed one way and that. Her arms were useless logs. She coould wriggle her fingers, that was about it. But… being tied like this had radically altered her posture. Her shoulders had been drawn back behind her – and she could feel her breasts thrusting outwards in the most unbecoming – yet thrilling manner. She felt ever so helpless, vulnerable – yet empowered in the strangest way. Andy's eyes were saucers while he stared and she tremulously giggled before showing off her him.

Although Sureerat did not yet know it, she was already learning how being bound this manner dramatically increased her desirability. In the strangest manner, the balance of power had shifted. It was now Andy who was her captive. He couldn't tear his eyes away from his bound friend. But Sureerat in her confusion and excitement failed to realise any of this. Much later, she would realise how to use this knowledge with devasting effect.

She smiled again before gazing in Andy's direction as he awkwardly glanced away before examining the neat coils of rope lying by his side.

Did tying her up really affect Andy that much as well? Yes, it did. She could see the swelling bulge of his penis attempting to burst out of his pants while he crabbed around her before picking up another, much longer piece of rope. The way he looked at her as well. However, she dared not mention what was happening while he shook everything outwards until it lay loosely coiled around his knees like a sleeping snake. Sureerat could not help shivering with pleasure while she studied each sinuous loop of cord because she knew that Andy was going to use it to tie up her her already tightly bound arms again. She liked this bit very, very much as well. It made her feel doubly helpless when he did that.

After checking the tightness and security of his knots, Andy began lashing her arms together by her sides. There was nothing imaginative about the manner he chose to tie her up and she suspected it was because Andy already knew how much she liked being bound this way.

There was still plenty of rope left after securing her arms and Sureerat could not help wondering what Andy was going to do with it. Several bands of rope surrounded her breasts as well as criss-crossing the deliciously deep valley between them and she smiled again. Her new rope bra was so much nicer than her bikini. Even her shoulders felt as though they were being massaged. It was an utterly heavenly feeling bound this way, not the least because her bonds made her feel as if her breasts were being caressed with the gentle touch of a lover's hands. Each dark, chocolate brown nipple was swollen beyond belief and Sureerat wished that Andy would touch them but he was staying as far away from them as possible, much to her regret.

Now Andy was attaching one end of the rope directly beneath her tingling breasts and he was taking the trailing end down several inches before…

What is he doing? Sureerat could not figure out what he was up to. He was holding the rope with one hand while he took the end completely around her waist, just above the exposed little cavity where her belly button was and looping everything around the 'L' shaped junction before taking it the other way. It now resembled nothing so much as an inverted '_L' and her curiosity increased while he made a couple more wraps around her slim waist before tying a small knot around the inverted 'T'.

"I'm making sure nothing slips," Andy suddenly remarked. "To stop you wriggling out of everything like last time."

"Oh yeah," Sureerat giggled. "That was fun."

"Not this time though," Andy smiled. "Time to slow you down a little."

Suddenly, Andy was taking the trailing ends between her legs and bringing everything back behind her. Although Sureerat could not see what Andy was doing, she could feel the rope being passed up, over and between the narrow gap separating her securely bound hands. It reminded her of the harness she'd worn during the abseiling exercise at school and she could not help wondering what was going to happen now. Obviously, he did not want her moving her bound hands about at all and a happy chuckle escaped her throat. Andy had learned what a good wriggler she was the hard way and she was about to benefit from his hard-won experience.

He was taking everything back the way it had come and her curiosity increased. She could just see the rope disappearing beneath her bottom but it was very loose. Much too loose. She couldn't see the purpose of harnessing her hands against her back if it was going to be that loose but…

Andy was there and he was… pulling on each thin strand of rope. Tightening everything up until she felt the ropes pressing against her bikini bottom.

Rubbing hard immediately against her aching, tingling crotch and Sureerat shrieked aloud with sheer pleasure and wanton arousal before the delicious pressure abruptly lessened.

"Are you OK?" Andy's voice was upset and embarrassed.

"Yeah… I… I'm fine…" Sureerat haltingly replied. How was she going to explain it was the most delicious, heavenly sensation that she'd ever experienced? Or, more to the point, how much she wanted him to tie it right there – tight.

"I… I don't want to hurt or upset you…"

"No, no… it's… fine…"

"Are you sure?" Andy sounded positively distraught. "I didn't… I didn't mean to…"

"Positive." Sureerat hoped that Andy would not guess the real reason her face was heating up like that. It was glowing like the Springfield nuclear plant and that was bad. "Look… you can tie me up… any way you like, ok? I… I'll tell you if it's… uhhmm… hurting me, ok?"

"Oh… ok…" Andy didn't sound entirely convinced.

"Andy…"

"Yes?"

"Just finish tying me up – what about your knot-tying badge?" she desperately reminded him, hoping that he wouldn't notice the catch in her voice. How she wanted him to tie those ropes between her legs!

Andy's infectious grin broke the tension surrounding each like the crackly, electrically charged air suffocating Indonesia immediately before the arrival of the big rains. "Yeah, yeah…" Another grin. "Just remember - if you're still here two hours from now, you'll stay tied up until dinnertime, ok?"

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten," Sureerat giggled before briefly hoping Andy could not see how excited she was about remaining bound hand and foot the whole afternoon. "Now are you going to finish tying me up or not?"

Suddenly, before Sureerat had a chance to continue, she felt the rope between her legs tightening again and she bit down on her lips as hard as she could to avoid crying out while one utterly delicious, excruciatingly spine-tingling wave of pleasure after another racked her slim body. He'd somehow positioned everything where they would rub her private bits. Oh my God…

Andy was carefully tugging on the cord and snugging everything up so each strand of cord would not shift, no matter how much she flung her hands about before looping the ends round the knot just above her belly button and tying the last couple of inches off.

Sureerat could not believe what was happening. This was as fantastic as it was acutely embarrassing. It was also very, very wrong as well. She had had no idea that a single, inanimate piece of cord could provide such an unbelievable level of pleasure and it was way beyond anything else she'd ever experienced. Although Sureerat was almost completely ignorant about the inner workings of her most private parts (other than learning how to use a tampon when she bled during something that her mother called a 'period'), she'd secretly touched her genitalia more than once when everybody else was out or asleep. It would be humiliating beyond belief if she was caught playing with herself (especially whilst dressed in her plastic rainwear!). She liked the warm, usually wet softness that her fingers encountered upon the few occasions she explored her nether regions. The skin there was so smooth to the touch as well. Even better was a roundish, hard little nub, located just above the narrow canal of her vagina. It tingled each time she touched it and she never progressed much beyond tentatively caressing it because touching anything down there was wrong. After all, the missionary nuns who occasionally visited her school as well as the Muslim clerics looking after a couple of small mosques around Semarang all said the same thing – that this kind of behaviour was sinful and wrong. Therefore, she rarely spent much time exploring everything because doing so made her feel very guilty about what she was doing.

Now she had a tightly tied rope between her legs doing the same thing and she squirmed around with acute embarrassment and an agony of guilt. However, the pleasure overwhelmed her confused mind like an invading army and she hardly dared to move while it intensified with every second.

The unbelievable, sheer amount of pleasure that she was receiving from the rope between her legs was so great it was positively agonising. Every time she so much as twitched a muscle (at least it felt that way), it caressed her suddenly aching crotch in ways she never realised existed. Andy had tied it around beneath the seat of her bikini bottoms so firmly that she instinctively knew no amount of movement or prodding would shift it. Suddenly, she realised that Andy was still there and he was watching her reaction as well as every movement that she made. However, remaining perfectly still was almost impossible considering the way she was tied up and Sureerat felt her face glowing again while Andy disbelievingly studied the result of his handiwork. His eyes were as wide and round as saucers and she could feel her face heating up further still while she vainly attempted to ignore the conflagration below.

"Are… you… you OK?" Andy haltingly asked and she blushed again before glancing around.

"Y… Yes, I… I'm fine…" Sureerat replied. It came out as a rough croak that the frogs down by the creek would have loved and she hastily cleared her throat before asking, "Uhmm, are… are you finished now?" Her arms, hands and legs were all tightly bound together now and she hoped Andy would keep going.

"Uh…"

"Are you going to tie my hands to my feet?" Sureerat asked. Eagerly, "Like last time?" Her chest was tightening with painful anticipation and she hoped that Andy would not notice the almost pleading note of eagerness that had entered her voice. She liked having her hands and feet tied together very much. It made her feel wonderfully helpless. More importantly, it also meant that escape was more or less impossible once bound this way. Sureerat had no idea it was called a hogtie although she already knew how hard escaping was after being tied up – which was exactly what she hoped would happen. The last thing, the very last thing she wanted was escaping and being 'forced' to tie up Andy.

"Um… you want?"

"Sure!" Sureerat eagerly replied before quickly temporising. "I just feel like a real challenge today."

"Until dinnertime?"

"Um, yes, ok," Sureerat happily agreed. There really wasn't that much point pretending any longer. Being tied up was the best thing in the world. By now, Andy had to know how much all this was affecting her but… he said – nothing. That was one of the things she liked the best about Andy. He always went out of his way to try make her happy. Even if it was strange and weird. He never said anything about the way she always wore her yellow vinyl raincoat even if it was only the lightest of drizzle that barely soaked their heads.

Sureerat's shimmering slicker was the only one that came out as soon as the tiniest drop of rain touched her skin. The slightest touch of slick, smooth vinyl was a bolt of electricity that made her skin tingle and produced serried ranks of goosebumps up and down her arms. It made her private bits ache with a longing she had no way of understanding or easily satiating. Wearing it made her feel so good. Therefore, she put her raincoat on without fail even if it only looked like it might rain. One drop of precipitation and on it went. Most of her classmates hated the school rules relating to the wearing of their safety yellow rainwear whenever it was wet. They always took everything off immediately after leaving school and the suspicious gaze of the teachers. Being soaked through was better than the teasing they copped from their more fortunate peers attending other schools. However, she always left her raincoat on, buttoned all the way up to the collar with its attached hood firmly tied around her face until arriving home. Fortunately, her 'conscientiousness' was not always as outlandish as it might otherwise have been because there were plenty of times just a few drops of rain became a fully-fledged deluge in the manner of tropical Indonesia.

These sudden downpours were so sudden, so heavy that it was possible to be soaked to the skin with seconds of the first pregnant droplets of rain striking them. Visibility was often cut to metres during the tropical cloudbursts that drenched Semarang with monotonous regularity during the wet season. They were great roaring cataracts of water that threatened to drown everything beneath the torrents of water unleashed upon the town. However, even the most ferocious rainfall rarely deterred the bus or bemo drivers who continued darting about with ever-greater abandon, competing for the patronage willing to pay a little extra for staying out of the rain – which was why the rule about wearing such rainwear was introduced. Nevertheless, wearing her gleaming yellow raincoat, especially when it quickly became obvious it wasn't going to rain made her feel foolish because nobody else ever wore anything as outlandishly bright, shiny or yellow during such times. Hers was the only one that stayed on.

Leaving it on when it was so hot that she was left dripping with sweat certainly didn't help either. Plastic or vinyl simply didn't breathe. Insisting upon wearing her raincoat, even if it wasn't really wet, occasionally left her much wetter than if she hadn't worn it. Despite her looks, Sureerat was aware that some people thought she was a little strange both because of her insistence upon wearing something as unfashionable as a shiny yellow raincoat and leaving it on while everyone else went around in shirtsleeves. Fortunately her girlfriends didn't seem to mind much if she left her raincoat on while everybody else carried theirs. However, she still came in for a certain amount of teasing which she stoically bore because it never lasted long. All she ever offered her detractors was a warm smile before ignoring them and they quickly tired of baiting her. Perversely, the few times she decided it was really just too hot to bother with putting her raincoat on even if it actually looked like raining, everyone wanted to know why she wasn't wearing it! Andy was the only one who never laughed or carried on about her eccentric behaviour. Instead there was only a gentle, loving acceptance of the person that she was.

Dearest Andy… He was gently flipping her around until she was lying upon her stomach and Sureerat felt her heart tightening again while he knelt above her. Even the exquisite, bittersweet agony of her crotchrope was half-forgotten while she thought about the man who was tying her up. Andy never made a song or dance about his generosity or thoughtfulness either. Every thoughtful little action was performed without expectation of reward and it was something she adored about him above almost all else.

Andy was tying her hands and feet together and she could not help groaning out aloud with pure pleasure while he gently pulled upon the rope connecting up everything and drawing them together. Tighter… tighter… Yes, like that, Sureerat silently encouraged. Tighter please. Tighter… Her legs were being bent further and further backwards now and Sureerat hastily bit down upon her lip while her crotchrope also sympathetically tightened along with everything else. The sweet agony was increasing along with each yank upon the cord attaching her hands and feet together and Sureerat could not help wondering how on earth she was going to last out until dinnertime. Her head was spinning while the throbbing, tingling sensation deep below soared out of control. Her clit was on fire and a moan escaped her lips while she involuntarily strained hard against her bonds. Oh, so delicious. The rope nestling between her legs felt just like the time she touched herself but in many ways, its gentle, insistent caress was much better because it maintained a steady, heavenly squirmy pressure that she wanted to last forever.

It would even be worth being kept bound all evening and all night as well, as long as she could keep that rope between her legs, she thought. After pulling her hands and feet so close together she could touch the heels of her feet with her fingers, Andy was tying everything off above her elbows. If the methodical manner he'd chosen to wrap and knot the last remaining inches of rope around everything was any guide at all, it meant he intended to ensure that she stayed put until dinnertime.

Instinctively, Sureerat pulled on the rope attaching her hands and feet together but all she accomplished was a sudden tightening of the crotchrope which rubbed against her aching tingling privates as if it was a violin string.

The effect was immediate. A deep, low groan of pure, intense pleasure and longing escaped her lips, much to Andy's surprise.

"Are… are you OK?"

"Oh, I… I'm fine. Really," Sureerat hurriedly reassured Andy. "I… uhhh… I just…" No. Telling Andy how she really felt about this tying-up business was impossible.

Andy's smile was so gentle, warm and understanding that Sureerat momentarily forgot her vulnerability. He could see right through everything and it was a very uncomfortable feeling. "…like being tied up?"

There was no further point denying anything. Andy knew. They'd known each other so long that he could read her every mood like a book. Sureerat could not help feeling a sneaky sense of relief that she no longer had to hide how much being tied up was affecting her although telling him about the rope between her legs was quite another matter altogether. It would forever remain her little secret.

"Yeah…. Well… yes," Sureerat hesitated before continuing. Her face was reddening again. Like a tomato. She could feel it. Talking about this was so hard. Explaining why she liked being tied up so much, harder still. "Um… I… just… uhmm… like the way it… feels." It was all she could manage. Besides, it really did seem to sum up how she felt about being tied up. It felt nice; it made her feel wonderful. That was all she really knew or understood about the whole thing.

What was the name of that old guy? The one their teacher was always talking about in class? Freud somebody or another. Analysing this was impossible. All Sureerat knew was how much she loved being helplessly bound and the sensation between her legs that being tied up produced. That same rope was also making things worse than ever and she instinctively squirmed around until she was lying on her side. However, it was following her everywhere she went. Wriggling out of its caress was utterly impossible and the more she moved around, the more it jealously played with her body. Andy was watching and she hurriedly bit back another deep groan that she could feel forming. In a way, the delicious tingly feeling that she could feel deep below was a bit like being tickled, only much, much better. Then there was the way her bonds felt as well…

"Dearest Sureerat," Andy smiled. "Look, you're… you're my friend. Nothing you say or do worries me."

"Sure? I mean…" Sureerat felt her breath catch when Andy suddenly shifted position before lying directly alongside her. A moment later, an arm snaked around her shoulders before pulling her closer until only the hairs upon his chest separated them. Although they'd held and hugged each other many times earlier, this was much different. It was an intimacy she'd never previously suspected existed and a happiness so great that Sureerat could feel it squeezing her heart until she thought it must explode under the pressure, soared outward from her chest. All the stress and worry of the week earlier had vanished like a puff of smoke. Even the gloriously lush garden appeared to have shrunk around them until only Andy and her deliciously tight bonds were left. They were all and she happily strained against the tight cords holding her captive while her crotchrope sympathetically tightened before loosening along with the movement of her body. Andy's thing, his peany was pressing up hard against her aching crotch and Sureerat could not believe how big and hard it was. It was also full of life and Sureerat could not understand why her body was responding so strongly, why she wanted all of Andy so much. He was still holding her but she instinctively felt it was not quite enough, that there was an indefinable something missing although she could not work out exactly what it was bothering her.

Andy's thing was throbbing harder than ever and Sureerat wriggled up closer because it was such a part of the friend she loved. It felt nice. On a deeper subconscious level, Sureerat understood that his sudden arousal had something to do with the way he'd tied her up. So last Sunday had not just been a one-off then. Interesting. Perhaps there was nothing terribly wrong about what they were doing if it affected him that much as well. At least, if nothing else, it was nice knowing that somebody else apparently felt the same way about this tying-up thing. Maybe.

"I think I like you much better like this," Andy giggled.

"Huh! Oh, that's so, is it?"

"Yep," Andy smirked. "We'll have to do this more often."

"Really?" Sureerat was delighted. It was a promise she hoped Andy would keep.

"Yep." Andy was suddenly serious and Sureerat waited for him to say whatever was occupying his mind. Unlike many other people she knew, Andy had a way of thinking about what he wanted to say before actually speaking. Occasionally, his measured manner of speech led people to believe that he was slow, perhaps a little simple, but when he spoke, they invariably changed their minds because he possessed an amount of wisdom and commonsense that belied his relative youth. "Look, like I said, it really doesn't worry me if you like being tied up so much. Yeah, I guess I was a bit surprised when I realised how much you enjoyed being tied up but…" Andy bit his lip and thought before continuing. "Um… I don't know why but… well… I like tying you up as well."

Sureerat was surprised but skeptical. Was he telling the truth? Or just trying to make her happy? "But… why… Why do you like tying me up?"

"I… I um… I don't know…" Andy haltingly replied while Sureerat's puzzlement increased. "I… I just do…"

"Oh I see…"

Andy grinned. "No, I really don't understand why either."

Sureerat could feel his fingers playing with her bound wrists while he continued studying her face. His peany was still rubbing against her crotch and it was pulsating with a life she never realised existed. It just wasn't going away and Sureerat could not help secretly hoping that it would remain this way a little longer. Maybe he really was telling the truth. Andy's thing was incapable of lying.

"You look just so… so…" Andy swallowed before hesitantly continuing. "I just don't know."

His voice was awkward, uncertain and Sureerat smiled. "You look so helpless but… so… pretty as well."

"Really?" Sureerat giggled. She was delighted that Andy should think she was at least a little bit attractive. It was the first time he'd ever said anything like that. Although she was aware of the attention other guys paid her, Sureerat didn't think she was that good looking. Too gangly, too skinny. Her breasts were nice though.

"You're beautiful."

Blushing, "Thank you…"

"And um… I hope I'm not embarrassing you but… I mean, if you like being tied up so much, um, I really like tying you up because you like it as well… know what I mean?"

"I think so…" Sureerat happily heaved against her deliciously tight bonds again before returning Andy's gaze. "Th… thank you for tying me up…"

"That's OK…" Andy's smile was a beautiful thing and Sureerat could feel her heart tightening like a bowstring. She'd never realised he had such gorgeous brown eyes. His eyebrows were thin but remarkably full and they complemented his eyelashes which flared outwards like a girls.

"At first I was a little frightened… the first time you tied me up," Sureerat thoughtfully mused. "But… now… I… I like it." She strained harder against her bonds, which creaked and groaned but held her fast. Her crotchrope was also tightening again and she bit back a cry of ecstasy while her aching privates thrummed with pleasure. The rope was right above her sweet spot and it just wouldn't… let go.

"I know…" A grin.

It just happened. Without warning, immediately after replying, Andy kissed her. It was only the lightest of kisses, right atop the curve of Sureerat's lips but it seared her heart like an electric shock. It was the most beautiful thing that she'd ever experienced and Sureerat wanted more. This was nothing like the dry-lipped oscular variety she received from her relatives, it was the real thing and Sureerat felt her whole body tingling with excitement and a delicious, inchoate longing she'd never realised could exist while he gently cuddled her closer in his arms. Suddenly, their eyes met and Sureerat felt her throat catch while they silently, wordlessly held each other's gaze. His eyes were full of warmth and they also contained something else she'd never really thought about earlier – love. It was a precious moment that appeared to transcend time and space itself while her heart began beating harder and faster than ever. It was a jackhammer that reverberated throughout her body.

An incredible glow of radiant joy slowly filled Sureerat while Andy continued holding her. His bare chest was rising and falling like the oceanic tides leaving the fishing boats high and dry each day and it was something that made Sureerat feel more than ever she was a part of him. Although she'd known Andy almost since childbirth (it certainly seemed that way), she could not recall ever feeling as close with him before or since. He was no longer just a friend, her best friend but… something else and a deep wonder filled her wildly oscillating heart while she carefully studied his face. He was the man she… loved and Sureerat rolled that delicious, precious thought around her racing brain while she continued studying his eyes. His lips… She wanted to touch them again with a longing that eclipsed every other thought.

Andy's face was only inches away and Sureerat suddenly realised how much she wanted to taste his lips again. Perhaps Andy felt the same way because his eyes abruptly widened as if reading the direction her thoughts were taking. Before Sureerat really had time to realise what was happening, she instinctively leant sideways a split second before Andy's lips closed around hers again.

His kiss was like a taste of Heaven itself and Sureerat almost swooned while his lips met hers before gently curling around them. Her bound body was on fire and she pulled hard against her bonds while Andy's mouth closed around hers with a kiss that lasted forever.

Her wonderful first real kiss was so overwhelming that she hardly dared speak lest she spoil the beauty of the moment. Andy appeared to be thinking along the same lines. His eyes were full of wonder and he briefly opened his mouth before closing it again and gently nuzzling her neck and exposed cheeks. Meanwhile, her head was spinning like the one time she'd over-indulged on her parent's wine one Christmas while she vainly attempted to digest what was happening. A wonderful, bottomless glow of sheer happiness was suffusing her entire body and Sureerat felt her breath catching again before breathing inward as deeply as she could.

For Sureerat, happiness was her family and friends, the beach, her garden and doing well at school but this was something else again. Sureerat now knew what 'love' was. It was the most beautiful thing in the world. Something that made her feel good all over, made her head spin. Love hurt. It made her heart ache in a way nothing else did. Like the majority of her generally romantic girlfriends, she'd enjoyed listening to the latest popular songs celebrating love without really understanding the true meaning of the word.

Love was something you shared with family, relatives and even some close friends. However, this was completely different. Sureerat could not ever remember feeling quite as whole before or since. She felt amazingly, so completely alive. Every sense was heightened out of all proportion – Andy's touch, his arms caressing her arms and shoulders, the wonderful tight ropes surrounding her body but most of all, it was that one wonderful kiss which left her flying high, floating high above the rich soil of Indonesia itself.

Nobody else had ever made her feel anywhere near as special as Andy and she studied the man clasping her against his bosom. She remembered the Biblical quotation they'd learnt at school – 'Love is patient, Love is kind.' It was a wonderful summary of the person that was Andy. How often had he tolerated her little eccentricities? Like the times she wore her raincoat outdoors when it really wasn't necessary? He even braved the scorn of his friends and put his embarrassingly shiny yellow raincoat on as well even if it wasn't really necessary so she wouldn't feel like the odd one out. Helped her out whenever she had trouble with her schoolwork? Lent a sympathetic, unjudgemental ear whenever she was enduring one of her occasional blue days? Her chest was so tight it hurt and she snuggled up against Andy as closely as possible. Sureerat wanted to be a part of Andy, feel all of him but there was something missing although she could not quite identify what it was. It was a desire born out of the strength and intensity of the sensations and feelings surging outward from the secret inner depths of her womanhood. Sureerat groaned again and shifted position. An incredible heat was flooding her body and she knew it was not simply the rope between her legs making her feel that way. Andy, oh, Andy…

Dearest Andy. How often had he always helped protect her? Like the time the other children were bullying her when she was eight and he'd chased them away? He always managed to make her feel safe. Like now. Despite the way she'd been tied up, the last time she'd ever felt as safe or secure was deep within in the protective embrace of her mother when she was very young. However, this was a hundred times nicer and she instinctively relaxed, content to enjoy the warmth of his strong arms circling her. But most of all, there was a deep, unshakeable trust and it was forged out of solid, stainless steel. Sureerat was acutely aware that Andy would rather die than deliberately hurt or harm her in any way whatsoever and the knowledge was reassuring beyond belief.

Sureerat looked at Andy again, really seeing him for the first time and she could not help thinking about the goodness of the person holding and caressing her in his arms. He only ever thought about her and her welfare. Giving her the best packet of perfectly cooked fries at McDonalds so she wouldn't have to eat the slightly overcooked ones they occasionally served up as well. Making sure she received the coldest bottle of Coke out of the icebox at the local store. Giving up the last seat on the bus or bemo for her. Little things like that. Walking her home after school every day even if it was raining. Making sure that she crossed the road safely.

A hundred little things she hardly noticed because of the instinctive, unspoken nature of each gesture but the weight of his kindness, generosity and concern slowly accumulated over time like a mating pair of stalactite and stalagmites. She thought about them while Andy continued cuddling her as if she was a precious vase that had to be held close lest it shatter during an earthquake. Sureerat could not believe how much she suddenly wanted to be with Andy all the time, spend all of her time with him, just simply being together, doing things together. At long last she understood the underlying reason behind the deep hollow ache affecting her heart that she'd increasingly noticed every time they had to say goodbye after spending any amount of time together.

Bliss was spending time with Andy and Sureerat thought about how happy she always felt whenever he was around. Most of all now. This was the closest she'd ever felt with him and it was a heavenly sensation. She could feel the gentle rhythm of Andy's heart reverberating outwards and it made her feel as though they'd truly connected with each other, heart, mind and soul. They'd been through so much with each other, always shared everything together but this… It was a sharing of a kind she'd never known or thought existed. Although she'd watched her share of weepy soapies or romance flicks on the TV, this sudden intimacy was completely outside her realm of experience. There was nothing mushy or silly about it, just a wonderful warm inner glow and such a deep happiness, it was almost frightening. Sureerat gustily exhaled after realising that she'd been holding her breath before squirming up closer as she possibly could. This special sharing was all the nicer because of their long association with each other and Sureerat felt as though it was right. It was true; one had to be friends before there could be love.

Andy was smiling again. It was a beautiful warm tender thing and Sureerat felt her heart swelling with love. "Dearest Andy…" she whispered. "Th… Thank you very much for… just being there and being my friend and… well, everything…" Before he had a chance to reply, she impulsively squirmed sideways before brushing her lips against his.

Andy was so strong and hard but his lips were as wonderfully soft and warm as the wild honey that came from the jungles of Java. A moment later, his lips eagerly accepted her kiss and she shivered with an intense spine-tingling pleasure that shook her body like a rag doll while they closed around her mouth again.

Despite the relatively remote location of Semarang, Sureerat knew what drugs were. Especially marijuana and shabu, the poisons of choice around here. She even knew a couple of people who'd tried out shabu, a derivative of methamphetamine and they'd eagerly described its euphoric effects before asking if she wanted to have a go but she said no.

While Andy's lips continued playing with hers, Sureerat could not help briefly thinking about what they'd said. Perhaps this was what they'd been describing. She was acutely, intensely aware of everything going on around her. The wonderful tightness of her bonds hugging her from head to toe, the cords lashing her bound hands and arms together, the delicious tension of the rope positioned between her legs and the way her legs and feet had been dragged way back behind her before being tied off against her hands. Most of all, there was Andy himself. His chest pushing up against her breasts, the sweat running down their bodies from the heat of their embrace under the blazing Indonesian sun, his throbbing, pulsating penis (he was so big!) but most of all there was his beautiful, handsome face and his mouth kissing hers.

Andy's lips were insistently curling around hers and she instinctively opened her mouth a little wider so they could kiss that much more easily. Suddenly, she felt the warm, soft tip of his tongue poking outwards and she tentatively met it with hers.

Suddenly, Andy's mouth opened a little wider and unaware of what was happening, Sureerat felt his tongue slipping outwards, before eagerly pushing past her lips and wrapping itself around hers. It was the most beautiful, heavenly sensation that she'd ever experienced during her short life and she allowed a deep groan of pure pleasure and sheer joy to escape her throat while they kissed each other for the very first time.

Nobody ever told her that kissing could be anything quite like this. Nothing she'd ever seen on TV even remotely prepared her for the experience of kissing a man she loved with a depth of feeling impossible to express. The incredible sensory thrill of wrapping and lovingly curling their tongues around and around each other's in an invisible mating dance was absolutely overwhelming and it made Sureerat feel as though she was being swept along by a current over which she had no control. Initially, Andy's tongue was slow and gentle while it continued caressing hers before probing deeper and deeper with an increasing aggressiveness and insatiable hunger which she eagerly matched. His hands were also all over her partially naked and tightly bound body, caressing and exploring skin and rope alike while they continued kissing. They were cupping the round globes of her tight, firm buttocks now and she squirmed with excitement and an inchoate, indefinable longing that was rapidly spreading outward from the deepest depths of her soul.

Most of all, she'd never thought, much less dreamed about achieving such a precious level of intimacy with another human being. The kisses she'd occasionally seen exchanged upon TV were plastic, even somewhat contrived and they'd carried none of the heady emotion or wonderful depth of feeling that Andy brought with him. Sureerat felt as though Andy was now truly a part of her and it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Eventually, they had to come up for air and they stared into each other's faces with uncomprehending astonishment. Andy was still cradling her as tightly as ever, although Sureerat noticed that he was trembling. He clearly wanted to say something but no words were escaping his lips. Sureerat shook her head with disbelief before studying Andy's stunned face. She also badly wanted to say something, articulate how she felt about the moment; most of all, her newly awakened feelings about him but the words would not arrive. There was also an unspoken recognition that speech of any kind would only be superfluous and might actually spoil the moment. Her heart was tighter than ever while she examined his face. Andy's eyes were very wide and his breathing was shallow and unnatural. His… thing was also harder than ever and it pleased her for a reason she could not identify.

"Sureerat…" Andy breathed before clutching her tighter against his chest and gently stroking her hair. His face was full of wonder while he contemplated her reaction.

His face was so disbelieving that she wanted to laugh. Everything was wonderful, beautiful. Colours, sensations, feelings were never brighter nor clearer.

Love was a drug and it was the best high of all.

Andy's lips were only centimetres away and Sureerat could not resist. Before Andy had a chance to continue, she leant sideways before taking his mouth in hers with another kiss that seared her soul.

"Dearest Andy…" Sureerat whispered while she continued examining his photograph. Yards of rope lay forgotten around her ankles while she tried not to think about her loss. There were times she missed him so badly that her heart hurt and this was one of those times. Although it was years since she'd last said goodbye, her heartbreak was still as strong and bright as the same moment she'd first realised how much she loved Andy that quiet day out back by the pool.

Suddenly, the image of Andy began blurring before vanishing behind water welling outward from her eyes. Although it was now six or seven years down the track, her loss was a sharp knife that cut clean through her heart. She'd thought that she was no longer capable of crying until her red, raw eyes no longer had any moisture left. Wrong. The tears were still flowing, as clean and bright and clear as the crystal creeks surrounding her old home of Semarang.

"We were so happy together," she whispered before choking back another sob. Try not to think about that…

Think about what we had together, what we enjoyed together. Sureerat knew she'd been infinitely lucky to have been blessed with such a beautiful, natural and pure love. Some people never, not once, ever found such love during all their lives. However, reminding herself about the good times they'd shared together did not always help. Sometimes the same memories made her loss cut that much more sharply than ever, other times, they helped her deal with the situation.

I loved it when he gagged me as well… The thought made Sureerat think about the very first time Andy gagged her, the same afternoon following her first kiss. The memory of the first gag she'd ever worn produced a grin. Andy always used to say it was a sign of his love for me.

What happened immediately after being gagged was also something she would never forget either.

"I can't believe it's almost four already," Andy laughed. "I still haven't done any study either."

"Oh, poor you," Sureerat giggled. She was glowing after being thoroughly kissed and loved during the last couple of hours immediately following his arrival and being tied up. Although she was still bound as securely as ever, Sureerat hardly noticed the tightness of her bonds because all they'd done was kiss and cuddle after being tied up. Rather, it was Andy who'd done the cuddling because her hands had been tied off against her feet, leaving her helplessly bound in a going-nowhere-fast position. However, Sureerat felt as though she was being hugged twice. Rope surrounded her body from head to feet and it was strangely but immensely comforting being so securely bound. But best of all was Andy's arms that were protectively clasping her as closely as possible against his chest. Both made her feel immensely safe and secure and it was something she wished would last forever.

"I'm supposed to have this essay done by tomorrow," Andy complained.

"Oh dear," said Sureerat. Giggling, "How are you going to explain why it wasn't done tomorrow? Bad boy."

"I suppose I could say I was all… tied up," Andy laughed. "I was out with you and…"

"Andy!" Sureerat protested.

"Sorry," Andy smiled. "Only teasing."

"You'd better be," Sureerat huffed although she could not hide each explosive gust of volcanic laughter welling out her throat like the hot springs she enjoyed visiting near Bandung located high up within the hinterland of Indonesia. This was the Andy she knew and loved so well. He had an ability to make her laugh in a way few others ever achieved.

Andy's sudden grin was infectious and Sureerat could not help giggling again like the young schoolgirls attending prep school near the high school they attended. She could not ever remember ever feeling as happy before or since and even Andy's lamest jokes appeared funnier than ever. "Will it take long?" she eventually managed.

"Not all that long," Andy mused, "as long as I get going now. I've got to write about the Constitution for Legal," he sighed. "Bhineka Tunggal Ika and all that."

"Oh, so exciting… eieieiei," Sureerat giggled. Diversity through Unity. It was Suharto's favourite catchphrase, one coined to try unite the innumerable ethnic groups and tribes of Indonesia together and it was one the populace was tired of hearing. Many suspected it was nothing more than a glib political line designed to reinforce his hold upon power rather than the noble thought it was supposed to be – although few dared voice this sentiment out aloud.

"Yeah… exciting stuff indeed." Another grin. "Look, you promise not to go anywhere while I get this out of the way?"

"Hey!"

"Promise?"

"Andy!' Sureerat protested. "You just wait until…" Sureerat bit her lip before continuing. Damn it. She could not think of a threat dire enough to impress Andy and all she could do was lamely mouth, "Until…" again.

"Until what?" Andy teased. "You're my prisoner."

"I'll scream," Sureerat warned.

"I'll gag you."

"Ooooo… You wouldn't dare," Sureerat giggled. However, she could feel her stomach knotting with excitement as well as fear. Bound and gagged? Just like the people on TV? What would being gagged feel like? Sureerat secretly hoped that Andy would carry out his threat.

"Try me."

"Go on," Sureerat challenged. "How you're going to gag me? Huh? Huh?"

"Uhhmm… Wanna find out?"

Andy was sweating again and Sureerat wondered why. His voice was pathetically eager, yet nervous. The old uncertainty was back and she could not help wondering about the sudden change that'd overtaken him. What was it about this tying up thing that affected him so much? It was a mystery she could not resolve. She also remembered the way he always behaved when tying that rope between her legs. Most of all the way it affected his penis. Then he couldn't take his eyes off the rope splitting her crotch. Thinking about the way he reacted after binding her hand and foot reminded Sureerat about what was occurring below. It was rubbing her there… again and Sureerat could not help squirming with acute pleasure before suppressing another groan of pure pleasure. So beautiful. That rope was always there, a constant reminder of the way she felt about being bound and she tried to block out the increasing conviction that this was wrong, just simply, totally and completely wrong. Normal people did not react like that after being bound hand and foot. Especially not having a rope tied between their legs. The crotch panel of her bikini bottoms was soaking wet from the constant, delicious tingly pressure that the tightly tied cord was placing upon her cleft and it was as embarrassing as it was lovely. However, as far as she was concerned, that one single piece of rope was the single best thing about being tied up. It was all very confusing and she allowed a tiny, breathy sigh to escape her lips. Feeling this strongly about being tied up was just not right but she was enjoying herself so much that she was beyond caring. Perhaps real guilt would come later.

However, Andy was still there and he was… He was delving about inside his bag and she subconsciously felt, rather than noticed her eyes widening with sheer curiosity while he pulled out what looked like a long strip of cloth. Although the somewhat faded off-white cloth was ragged around the edges, it was obviously clean enough and her interest increased when another one appeared. So much? What for? Why was that much cloth necessary?

Andy's hand was full of cloth and Sureerat could not imagine what he was going to do with it all. However, she remembered watching one TV show where one girl or another had been kidnapped and they'd stuffed her mouth with cloth before tying another piece atop that, ensuring she couldn't spit anything out. Maybe Andy was about to do the same thing and she gulped before helplessly squirming about one way and another like a freshly caught fish but her bonds were bands of steel. Nothing shifted or budged so much as an inch.

"Are you OK?" Andy asked and Sureerat smiled. Trust Andy to think about her welfare. He'd noticed her sudden worry.

"I… I'm all right," she hesitantly replied. "I feel a little… scared." She bit her lip before continuing. "It's just that I've never been… um… gagged before."

"Dearest Sureerat," Andy smiled. "I won't gag you if you don't want me to."

"No… no, it's… fine," she carefully replied. "I don't mind if you… gag me."

"Sure?"

Sureerat nodded. "Positive. I want to see what it's like being tied up and gagged as well."

"Uh, ok," Andy smiled. "But if I gag you now, you have to stay gagged until dinnertime or if I finish this first… Whichever comes first. OK?"

"Uhmmm, …ok." Sureerat reluctantly acquiesced. Being gagged wouldn't be that bad even if it got a bit uncomfortable. She knew Andy would not dream about hurting her in any way whatsoever and that made it OK. Besides… it might be fun being unable to talk at all during the next couple of hours. Being bound and gagged as well would make her feel that much more helpless. She could not move at all. The way she'd been tied up ensured that. Now she'd be unable to say anything either. A sudden flare of excitement surged throughout her body while she studied the cloth dangling from his partially balled-up hand.

A sudden thought occurred to Sureerat and she quickly forestalled Andy before he could do anything. "Um, if I have trouble, you know… breathing, like that… will you ungag me? Take it off?"

"Sure, no problem," he smiled. "But… I'll only take it off if you're really having trouble with your breathing."

Sureerat could not help quivering with excitement. Being so helplessly tied up was one thing but losing all control was something else again. This game was reaching a whole new level. Andy could do whatever he liked and she couldn't stop him. He was the only one who could untie her as well. Every knot was far, far out of reach of her questing fingers and Sureerat knew that she would have to stay bound and gagged until dinnertime whether she liked it or not. He'd said so and Andy always kept his word. He was very firm about things like that. The funniest thing of all was that giving up all control really increased the essential feel of being tied up. The heat between her legs was back and it was stronger than ever. Sureerat bit her lip and groaned with pleasure while she vainly tried to ignore the rope massaging the deep 'V' between her bound thighs. Suddenly aware that Andy was waiting for a reply, she managed to gasp, "Y… Yes, that's f…fair enough."

"Ok, I'll gag you now," Andy casually replied as if they were discussing the finer points of algebra. "Maybe I'll have some peace and quiet while I study."

"Hey!"

Andy grinned. "Sorry. Only teasing you."

"Sorry, sorry!" she jeered before giggling, "You're not sorry at all."

"I think I'd better gag you now," Andy smiled.

"What if I say no?"

"I'll gag you anyway."

"Oh, that's no fair!" Sureerat giggled. "Please don't gag me. I hate being gagged," she wheedled. "I'll be good. I'll be nice and quiet so you can study."

"Too bad, I'm going to gag you."

"Oh, if you must," Sureerat sighed. "I think you're mean though," she sniffed.

"Open your mouth."

"Are you going to gag me now?" she asked innocently.

"I sure am." Andy grinned. "How else am I going to get any study done?"

"Give me a kiss first," Sureerat giggled. "Only one kiss."

"Ok, one kiss," Andy smiled.

Sureerat wanted to laugh. Only one kiss but what a heavenly beautiful kiss it was! Andy's mouth lingered inside her mouth for five long minutes before reluctantly withdrawing. Her body was still tingling with pleasure and longing and Sureerat hoped that he would hurry up and get his essay out of the way as quickly as possible. "Ok, you can gag me now," she smiled.

"Ok, open your mouth now."

Sureerat wondered what she was letting herself in for while she obediently opened wide as if she was submitting herself for a dental examination. However, Andy's tools were very different and her curiosity increased while he rolled up one length of cloth before gently pushing it behind her teeth.

Her mouth did not feel particularly full although she began to squirm uncomfortably when Andy added another large piece of cloth. Both were holding her tongue down and her mouth was beginning to feel uncomfortably full now. Instinct took over and she attempted to push everything out with her tongue but Andy was ready and he held everything down before inserting another, much larger piece of wadded-up cloth.

Sureerat was beginning to feel as though she was a hamster while her mouth bulged with cloth. Before she had time to bear down on the huge ball of cloth filling her mouth, she felt it being pushed that much further inwards while Andy passed a narrow band of cloth around her mouth before pushing it between her lips.

After making sure that it properly securedl between her lips, Andy carefully pulled everything around behind her head, pulling her lips into a deliciously achy rictus. Sureerat closed her eyes with disbelief before groaning out aloud while the cloth completed another circuit around her head before being knotted off as tightly as possible.

Sureerat thought that she could not possibly be more thoroughly gagged than she already was. She was wrong. As if securing every inch of cloth inside her mouth was not enough with the gag he'd used upon her, Andy began folding yet another piece of cloth until it was two or so inches wide. After checking the width, he pressed it over her mouth before passing everything around once, twice and tying the ends in a neat, tight knot out of sight in the nape of her neck. Her mouth was now totally covered by a neat two-inch wide band of white.

Sureerat could not believe how effective her new gag was.

She could not move her tongue at all because there was so much cloth pushing down upon it. The second piece separating her lips kept everything firmly wedged in place and it also pushed the sides of her mouth back in a distressingly secure, strict rictus, doubling the difficulty of saying anything. However, it was the last strip of cloth that really did all the damage because it effectively muffled even the slightest amount of speech. When Sureerat decided to test out her gag by screaming, 'Help me!' as loudly as she could, all that escaped her mouth was a heavily muffled gurgle.

Andy could not control his laughter and Sureerat balefully stared full in his direction but whatever dignity she'd hoped to achieve was shattered by the mass of white cloth filling her mouth. Her gag was tight and she shook her head like an animal shaking its prey before trying to push out the wadding filling her mouth with her tongue. There was always a chance that she might be able to loosen her gag. The same technique had already worked once upon her bonds the second time Andy tied her up and Sureerat redoubled her effort before giving up.

That gag was just too damn tight. Nothing even looked like shifting position, much less loosening enough to allow any kind of removal. In short, there was no way it would be coming off without outside assistance. Despite the tightness of her gag, Sureerat could not help feeling sneakily glad that it would not be coming off. It made her feel wonderfully, marvellously helpless in a way simply being tied up didn't quite achieve. Bound and gagged… She loved the delicious new level that their tying up games had just reached! Her body was tingling with excitement and she happily strained against her bonds while a slightly flustered Andy watched every move like a sculptor contemplating a newly completed piece of work and she flushed with embarrassment.

Sureerat was acutely aware of each strand of cord pressing downward upon her aching, tingling crotch. Her fruitless effort to dislodge the gag wedged between her lips caused the rope nestling between her legs to rub against her bikini-covered privates and it felt like nothing else she'd ever experienced. She could feel a warm, sticky wet substance oozing outward and saturating the crotch of her bikini again. Sureerat shook her head with disbelief and embarrassment before flopping around until she was lying on her stomach. She could not believe the effect the gag was having upon her and her reaction was the last thing that she wanted Andy to see.

Sureerat began to feel as though her body was betraying her. She wasn't supposed to enjoy being this tightly bound and gagged anything as much as this but her body was saying otherwise. Sureerat could not help obtaining the uncomfortable impression that she'd just become a slave of her desires. An ineffable, indefinable need was taking over, controlling her mind and body like a puppet master and she could not understand what was happening. This was also increasingly frustrating as well. She badly wanted to touch the beautiful smooth slit between her legs, play with it but everything stubbornly remained out of reach of her fingers.

Despite her lack of experience and understanding concerning the mysterious workings of her body, Sureerat instinctively understood that the area between her legs contained the key that would provide what she was looking for. There had to be a way and Sureerat realised that the rope tied between her legs might just do the trick. That rope just wouldn't go away and it kept rubbing her screaming, tingling cleft every time she so much a squirmed a single millimetre one way or another and she hurriedly bit back an instinctive reaction to hump against the thing.

Sureerat sensed rather than noticed that Andy was watching every move she made and her suspicion was proved correct when he suddenly said, "Sureerat… um, I'm going to have a quick swim then I'll hit the books." Andy's face was the colour of the lobsters his father collected around the coast and the bulge rising out the middle of his groin was larger than ever.

Before she had a chance to ponder upon these mysteries, Andy leapt up like a gazelle before diving in the pool and she jealously watched him happily stroking downwards like a Mississippi paddlesteamer before capsizing and floating on his back. Although she was delighted he'd done such a good job of tying her up, it was a hot, muggy afternoon and thin rivulets of sweat were already trickling down each side of her body. A swim would be lovely but she knew it wasn't going to happen. Sureerat knew that she would not be going anywhere because all her questing fingers found was thin air each time she sought out a weak link capable of being exploited. There was not one single knot she could reach, much less unpick. However, it only increased the pleasure she derived from being so tightly bound because all the excitement lay in the impossibility, indeed utter futility of escape.

One of the unique properties of hemp rope is the way it shrinks when wet and everything was imperceptibly tightening along with her fruitless attempts with discovering a weak link. Her hands, arms and feet were beginning to feel as though they'd been glued together and she could not help groaning aloud with pleasure and frustration. The devilish rope he'd tied between her legs was beginning to play tricks on her mind and Sureerat ground her teeth against the gag filling her mouth before reddening again.

That rope! It did not matter which way she moved or how still she remained, it was always there, insistently caressing her aching crotch with a lover's touch and Sureerat wished it was Andy touching her… there. She hurriedly glanced over where the pool was. Andy was splashing around like a hippo and he waved after spotting her looking his way. Suddenly he smoothly dived below the surface with a most un-hippo like grace and she smiled again. This was the best day of her life she'd ever enjoyed so far. Being tied up was fun, fun, fun! The crotch of her bikini was dipping wet from the flow of her juices and she groaned again with an equal mixture of arousal and sheer embarrassment. Thank God Andy could not see what was happening and she sneaked another glance. He was swimming laps like a fish and she experimentally strained against her bonds while he wasn't looking.

A titanic explosion rocked her body and Sureerat screamed out aloud. The rope nestling between her legs was burrowing ever deeper against her tender, tingling privates each time she moved and it'd produced a reaction of seismic proportions after she'd strained against her bonds. Sureerat could not believe that being tied up like this was capable of producing such an amazingly powerful response and she was not quite sure how to handle the situation while she surreptitiously continued straining against her bonds. Being tied up was beautiful and it generated the most incredible sensations and feelings. On the other hand… This was wrong. Completely wrong and Sureerat pulled against her bonds again. Perhaps there was a weak link somewhere she hadn't noticed and… Suddenly, another heavenly explosion drove every conscious thought out of her mind. All she could think about was obtaining relief – somehow.

The growing ache between her thighs was worse than ever. The heat it generated was unbelievable and Sureerat knew the sweat pouring down her body was not entirely a result of the hot sun bathing her. She could feel her excitement soaring higher and higher with every waking moment that passed. It was like the thunderclouds heralding the arrival of the annual monsoon rains and she could not help groaning with pure pleasure while she savoured the wonderful, sweet tightness of her bonds and the gag filling her mouth. Although she was distantly aware that her vagina was reserved for baby making, she had little idea how to go about relieving the building pressure within. It had something to do with a man putting his 'thing' in her as a couple of her bolder classmates had so delicately put it. However, this… this was something else again and Sureerat shuddered like a leaf bending before a storm before trembling with an inchoate longing and desire. She'd never had any idea that her privates were capable of providing such an infinite amount of pleasure and she guiltily glanced around again. Andy was still churning away like an Olympic swimmer and she hurriedly flexed her body before straining against her bonds again.

Another massive tidal wave of pleasure raced outward before filling her body with a wonderful tingly, quivery heat she'd never experienced and she bore down on the rope splitting her crotch with increasing eagerness. Each time she strained against her crotchrope, it tightened, rubbing against her hidden clitoris before fractionally loosening, then tightening again. She bit down upon the gag filling her mouth before pulling and humping against each strand of cord splitting her crotch.

Aware that Andy might stop what he was doing any moment, she hurriedly flopped around again before lying on her side and watching the pool while she built up an irresistible tempo that she was no longer capable of controlling. Sureerat felt as though her mind was upon autopilot while she rhythmically continued humping and straining against her bonds. Sweat poured down her body, tightening everything still further but she hardly noticed while an incredible volcanic pressure continued building up deep below.

Time lost all meaning while she continued heaving against her bonds, alternating the motion of her body so that one moment her crotchrope was gently, tenderly caressing her privates as though it was a surrogate lover between humping against everything as hard as she could. The harder she strained, the greater the sheer amount of wicked pressure she was placing upon her upon her crotch became. It was intensifying with every moment and she bit down on her gag even harder so that Andy would not notice the amount of noise she was making.

Suddenly, Sureerat felt her groin thrumming with a deep longing and a strange radiant heat that rapidly began spreading outwards. Instinctively, she strained harder than ever against her bonds while she continued pursuing something that was so far away yet so near. Sureerat had no real idea what it was she was seeking, except it was terribly close and she redoubled her efforts. The heavenly tingling, the pressure was soaring out of control and she could not help crying out with intense pleasure and longing while she feverishly humped the rope between her legs.

Suddenly the intense tingling returned without warning and Sureerat was suddenly very glad that she'd been so tightly gagged otherwise everybody would surely have heard the yell that escaped her lips. It was not a tingling born out of any innate ticklishness, rather it was an irresistible pressure forming deep within her and Sureerat instinctively tensed while she vainly tried to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. Her vision was darkening while blood roared in her ears like a runaway locomotive. Her need was all; it was everything. Sureerat was past caring what Andy thought about her gyrations while she heaved against her protesting bonds again. Suddenly there was only an overriding, overwhelming need to come, relieve the incredible volcanic pressure rapidly building up deep within her, inexorably rising, risinrising….

A split second later, the searing heat reached her aching, screaming tingling vagina and Sureerat screamed out aloud into the gag filling her mouth while she came with a massive, unstoppable rush that left her stunned and shaken. The suddenness and sheer intensity of her first orgasm was simply mind-blowing and Sureerat blankly stared around the quiet garden while Andy continued lapping the pool. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever experienced and she wanted more.

Sureerat impatiently tore away the tape covering the cloth wedged between her lips before sadly pulling out everything. A sigh that appeared to carry the weight of the world upon it escaped her lips while she miserably studied the sodden mass of cloth occupying the palm of her hand. As usual, her underwear was wet as well. Her arousal had been instant and sudden, beginning the moment she began binding herself. The numerous orgasms she'd enjoyed after discovering that she was helplessly stuck after tossing the knife away finished the job.

Bondage was a sexual aphrodisiac.

Being tied up was the one thing that never failed to arouse Sureerat in a way and manner that nothing else ever came close to achieving. It always made her feel so… good.

Yet it was also something that made her feel very bad as well.

Her guilt concerning bondage was something that had begun the moment she realised how much she liked being tied up, in particular, the awful sexual effect it had upon her.

The prevailing social and moral mores concerning sex itself combined with the devastating way her body reacted every time she was bound was the catalyst of her guilt. She was only supposed to feel that way when a man was putting it in her. Sureerat somehow knew that wanting something like this was not only strange and weird but totally wrong as well. It was nothing definable that she was capable of articulating, but nevertheless the feeling was always there. Even whilst with Andy, she'd always had extreme difficulty expressing her feelings whenever the subject arose. Bondage and plastic rainwear. They were the two things that she loved most of all and never could talk about. She'd never dared even broach either subject within the sacrosanct pages of the private diary that she'd kept during her teenage years in case of discovery and exposure. The stress involved with keeping her secret life out of public scrutiny only served to increase her guilt concerning this bondage business and it was another worry that she had to contend with. Sometimes, Sureerat wondered if she obsessed about this bondage thing a little more than was good for her.

It did not help that she had no safety valve, no way of releasing her frustration either. Even now, it was still something that she was unable to talk about, even with her closest friends. Her inability to talk about anything to do with bondage was immensely frustrating but worse, there was nothing she could do about it.

Because it's wrong, she silently thought. I'm so strange and weird.

It was why nobody was capable of understanding her inner demons; the ones that held the reins of power. When they cracked the whip, she unquestioningly obeyed.

Bondage was a drug and her addiction rarely, if ever, waned. Occasionally, there were times when it overwhelmed her and the need to spend some quality time in tight, inescapable bondage was so powerful that it overrode almost every other consideration, including commonsense. Sureerat glanced around again before spotting the knife lying insouciantly upon the coffee table and she flinched. Never again. It was the last time she would blindfold herself before pulling a stunt like that.

Strange and weird. Just like that. Fucking stupid as well.

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The major problem was excruciatingly simple. Being tied up was something that made her feel immensely good, it was also something that helped provide the most amazing level of physical relief. Her orgasms were always a hundred times as powerful once helplessly bound and gagged.

Therefore, despite Sureerat's occasional effort to suppress her sexuality and act normal, there were times when her need was a physical ache. Like today. She'd just had to go ahead and tie herself up. Tight. The tighter, the better. It was increasingly hard to obtain the orgasmic rush she craved without being securely and helplessly bound first.

Unfortunately, her great need also occasionally led to trouble and she gustily exhaled before sadly shaking her head. I'm so fucking weird.

Guilt roiled around Sureerat's head like a dark cloud. Pieces of rope were scattered around the floor while the remnants of her gag sat atop the coffee table and she could not help wondering: if bondage was as acceptable as various Internet sites she'd visited or the best sex manuals suggested it was, how come she had to keep her deepest desires so secret?

Because it's wrong, she told herself again.

She knew that her obsession with bondage was why she'd lost Andy. It was her punishment. Because I'm a bad girl. I did the wrong thing and I've gotta pay for it.

Bright, hot tears were stinging her eyes as if someone had flung pepper in each and she squeezed them shut before blotting out the awful events that'd led to her losing Andy. Sureerat shuddered again and tried not to think about the blackest day of her life

Think about the good times. They were all she had left.

The memories of the tying up games that they'd enjoyed together were still as fresh as ever and she smiled again before closing her eyes and replaying each scene in her mind. Her brain was a film projector and she could still see each event that helped shape her life with crystal clear clarity.

"Dammit, Sureerat," Andy complained. "I'm trying to study."

Sureerat badly wanted to laugh. She could see the beginning of a grin twitching around the corner of his mouth while she cheekily met his eyes before gently 'mmmph-ing' again into the gag filling her mouth. Although the whole point of being gagged was to ensure silence while he completed his essay, it really appeared as though he was already much, much more distracted than if he'd left her alone. All she had to do was squirm about one way or that and he was transfixed.

It was already just past five and he'd still only finished one page of the four or so he was expected to complete. Which was well and good, thought Sureerat. Andy would not be untying her until his schoolwork was completed. He'd said so. The way his work was going, it looked as though she'd be left bound until seven, maybe eight and it suited her just fine.

Every time Andy so much glanced in her direction to see how she was going, Sureerat happily mumbled into the gag parting her lips before heaving and straining against her bonds for his benefit. Although he was lying upon his stomach upon one of the mats provided for the purpose, she knew the effect that her little performance was having upon him. He could not take his eyes off her bonds or the gag filling her mouth and Sureerat was enjoying the attention that she was receiving very much. She coquettishly met his eyes again and he groaned with frustration before uncomfortably shifting position.