Relaxation Therapy 2 | bondage story | rope tied games

Chapter Two

Emily sighed happily when she noticed the plain brown envelope in her mailbox. The U.S postmark was familiar. From California. She knew that the envelope would contain the latest issue of her favourite magazine. She had been subscribing for several years now and had yet to be disappointed with a single issue. In fact, Emily enjoyed reading it so much that she had carefully accumulated a collection of all their back issues, some dating back to the late seventies. Her glass-clear see-through PVC raincoat rustled and crinkled as she leant down to retrieve the small and slim rectangular parcel. Emily carefully slit the envelope open and slid it out. Hurriedly, she flipped through it before reluctantly placing it on the small table next to the couch. As usual, the stories and photography within was of the usual high standard she had come to expect. Emily often wished that she could be like those people inside. She would read it after dinner.

After depositing the magazine on the table, she reluctantly unbuttoned her raincoat before pulling off her matching sou'wester. She enjoyed wearing it. It was even nicer than her much loved and well worn old yellow plastic raincoat, which she had worn as a young girl. The look, the feel of the soft smooth see-through PVC… The number of looks her raincoat attracted was unbelievable. One young guy had been utterly fixated on her clear rainwear to the extent he had failed to brake in time and expensively run into the back of the car in front. And the unique noise it made when she walked along. Rainy days had never been the same since she had bought it over the Internet from some English firm or other. It was wonderfully waterproof too. Emily giggled softly. Well, of course it would be. The English would know how to make such garments; it certainly rained often enough back there. On the other hand, they got to wear them more often…. Emily wore hers at every opportunity she got even if it was only threatening to rain. Better safe than sorry… The only "downside" was the number of looks it attracted from men. And women too. She was rarely short of travelling partners on the train… It wasn't just her red hair, she was sure. Emily carefully hung it up to dry on the stand in the hallway before drifting down the hallway to the kitchen out back. The weather forecast was for more rain tomorrow. She would have to wear it to work again… She looked forwards to the morning ritual of buttoning it up and doing up the sou'wester.

Emily felt better than she had done for a long time. Mr Turner had told her not to worry about coming in tomorrow. "You need a rest," he had said. Over the (long) weekend, she would have to research a destination for his approval. That would be an interesting chore to say the least. Well, the advent of the Internet would make her job a bit easier anyway. There were a million and one travel sites on the Net. It was just a shame that there seemed to be so few places offering the kind of relaxation and stress therapy she needed. To be honest, there were none. It was just a bloody shame, she knew. But then, it was true that the market was somewhat limited when it came to catering for people like her. In marketing terms, a niche market within a niche market.

Dinner was simple but delicious. Emily opted for spaghetti topped with her mother's famous and spicy homemade tomato and beef-based sauce. Yummy! She washed everything down with half a bottle of her favourite red. It was excellent. But then the Penfolds Grange 98 should have been good at four hundred dollars a bottle. The wonderful Grange was the best Australian red money could buy. The annual allocation of Grange always sold out quicker than seats to the Melbourne AFL football Grand Final. It was literally liquid gold, given that it cost more per (fluid) ounce than that precious metal. In fact, some people had been caught counterfeiting the Grange label, sticking it onto lesser quality but similar tasting wine and passing it off as the real thing. Emily smiled ruefully as she gently swirled the red liquid around in her glass. Mmmm… The taste was magnificent. At least her job and income did have some compensations…

It was the work of seconds to quickly rinse the dishes before loading up the dishwasher. She would turn it on just before retiring for the night; that way, the strange gurgling, swirling noises it made while cleansing the dishes would not bother her. Everything would be washed and dry by morning. Once Emily was satisfied that she had nothing else to do, she booted up her computer. Within seconds, she was online. Emily could not help reflecting how nice it was to have a rare quiet and early night all to herself. Normally, she would still have been at work before catching the train home. Although she could have driven, the train was quicker and more convenient. It was just a shame that she would not be able to relax properly, Emily mused.

That was just one reason she was so stressed. Her colleagues dealt with stress in various ways such as tennis, reading or fishing. With Michael, it was golf. Emily could not understand how such a game could possibly be stress relieving… The way some people carried on after flubbing a shot… The proof lay in the number of clubs flung into the ornamental lake in the golf course nearby. Emily had earned good money in summer, retrieving them from its muddy waters. A quick smile. It was all Tiger Wood's fault. He made the game look so easy. But it was anything but... Others were into tantric meditation or yoga. Unfortunately Emily knew no one with whom she could share her special interests. After all, she could hardly ask someone to tie and gag her for the evening. Or discuss the contents of the latest issue of 'Bondage Life', which she had received earlier today.

Emily loved bondage. She loved being bound and gagged with a passion that rivalled only her love for cats. Trouble was, a cat could not hug or caress her in quite the same manner that only well applied rope could. They ate, they slept, they fornicated, they hunted (the number of dead mice and sometimes even rats that Darla the slinky Siamese bought in for her inspection and approval was staggering) and occasionally fought and that was the sum total of their existence.

Emily had no idea why she loved being tied up so much. She only knew that it was so. Being tied up always generated a strange heat in her loins too… Emily invariably discovered that her panties were soaked come bedtime after being bound earlier in the day. She had long ago tried to fight her desires, giving up only upon realising that bondage, for that was what it was called was a very large part of her. A few expensive therapy sessions with a highly paid shrink called Sidney Fernwilter had also assisted in this regard. He had even tied her up a couple of times! Sometimes Emily wondered if Mr Fernwilter's interest in her case had been entirely professional. He had certainly seemed to enjoy binding her! Nevertheless, he had helped her a lot for she had once felt extremely guilty about wanting to be tied up so much.

Emily often supposed that it must have been the 'cops and robbers' games she used to play with the other local kids who lived in the same quiet court she did which led to her fetish for being tied up as well as plastic rainwear. They had all known each other since birth since their parents had all bought land there upon subdivision of the land before building. Even though it was years since Emily had seen them, she still remembered them and the games that they played together. Six kids. A nice even number. Three to each side. Emily set down her wine and sighed. They really had been the good old days, to use a favourite clich?. Inevitably it was the influence of various television shows which they all watched together that led to then re-enacting various shows such as 'Superman', 'Batman and Robin' and so forth as well as devising their own very Australian 'Cops and Robbers' games, instead of the 'Cowboys and Indians' so popular in America. Villains such as the famous bushrangers Ned Kelly and his gang were extremely popular with many kids. Invariably the guys ended up opposing the girls although they sometimes did form mixed teams. Two other girls, the rather mild-mannered Alicia and another flaming redhead called Briony usually teamed up with Emily in opposition against Gerald, Scott and Darren.

Naturally their playmates desire for law and order generally led to all three girls being tied up. There was rarely any shortage of tying materials to be had or otherwise scrounged or stolen around their homes. Their first efforts had basically been sloppy and they escaped easily each time. A tacit agreement existed that if the girls managed to escape, they won the right to tie the boys up which they did with gusto. It was always such fun turning the tables on them! However, boys being boys, they felt humiliated by being taken prisoner by their female playmates which meant that they had plenty of incentive to improve their tying skills through trial and error.

For example, their earliest efforts had been laughably basic. Emily remembered the first time that she had ever been tied up. She had been just thirteen then. It had been very much a spur of the moment thing. She had just been taken 'prisoner' at gunpoint (simply a small automatic sized water pistol) and escorted back to 'jail'. Jail was Darren's garage. Darren and Scott had been mulling over how to hold Emily while they looked for Alicia and Briony. Scott was not enthusiastic about going out alone since there was every chance he would end up being taken prisoner. However, they could hardly leave Emily unguarded either. It had been around then that Scott had noticed the rope lying on the floor next to the trailer.

"Hey, why don't we tie her up?" he had exclaimed.

"Strewth, that's a great idea, mate!" said Darren. Emily grinned ruefully. He had literally been hopping up and down with excitement. He had done a more than passable imitation of a kangaroo as well.

"Get the rope," Scott said. "I'll hold Emily while you tie her up."

"Yeah!"

Emily smiled. Scott had wasted little time bringing the rope over. Without further ado, despite her feeble protests, Emily had felt her wrists being pulled behind her, crossed and bound together. Her ankles had quickly followed next before the remainder of the rope was wrapped around her arms and legs. "Get out of that!" they had gleefully taunted before dashing off to find the others. She could still hear their last words. "We'll find Alicia and Briony and tie them up too!"

After being left propped up on the (fortunately fairly clean) floor against the cluttered workbench, Emily took stock. She had well and truly been got. She could not imagine being much more thoroughly tied up than that. Emily could not understand the strange signals that her groin was sending her. Although she had initially been a little frightened when they began binding her, a strange frisson of excitement filled her. She was utterly helpless! A gag filled her mouth. After knotting off her bonds, Scott had said, "What about keeping her quiet? What if she screams?"

Darren smirked, "Arr, don't worry, mate. She'll be right." He quickly rummaged around the rags lying in a box below the workbench. Darren's father used them for such tasks as checking the oil and other messy chores. Fortunately, his mother had recently placed a clean supply in the box. Darren triumphantly tore an old off-white shirt into a long strip before wrapping it around her mouth and face. Ironically, he had done a better job of gagging than tying. Emily remembered how the gag had been placed between her lips before being taken around behind her and tightly knotted off. The remaining ends were duly wrapped around Emily's face, thoroughly covering her mouth and knotted in place. Emily could not get over the way she could not speak or say anything. The gag drew her lips back firmly enough that the most she could produce was a muffled 'm-mmmph!!'

However, it was not long before Emily realised that if she worked her wrists up and down enough, she would be able to slide out of the ropes binding them together quite easily. Darren had simply wrapped the rope tightly around her slim wrists, in the fond assumption that that would be enough to hold Emily. It only took a few minutes before her hands were free. A few moments energetic struggling saw the ropes slide off her arms like spaghetti. After regaining the use of her hands and arms, Emily quickly removed her gag, which was already wet with saliva and drool.

Even though escape had been simplicity itself, Emily could not help being disappointed for a reason that she could not identify. She had enjoyed that experience. Being tied up like that was a very thrilling thing. Being bound had made her feel warm and tingly all over. She knew that she wanted to be tied up again. Yet something held her from saying so. Even then it had not quite seemed right to want to be tied up again like that.

Emily grinned happily. She would not ever forget the look of shock on the guy's faces when they returned with Alicia and Briony in tow. They had already been tightly gagged but unbound. She trained the water pistol on them and said, "Hands up!" The scene would live forever in her memory. How large her girlfriend's eyes had been above the gags stifling their speech. The look of shock on Scotty's and Darren's faces had been priceless.

After ungagging themselves, Briony had smirked, "Now who's going to tie up whom?" They had all laughed loudly before roping up their tormentors. However their own efforts were not much better than Darren's had been and they also easily freed themselves but the damage had been done.

From that day on, being 'captured' meant that you would be tied up. It was an absolute given. Emily nearly always ended up being bound in one way or another. Her taunts whenever she escaped quickly spurred on Gerald, Scott and particularly Darren, to improve their tying efforts. The last thing they wanted was for their prisoners, particularly Emily to escape and tie them up. It was not so much being tied up that they disliked (Darren especially seemed to enjoy being bound) but more the manner Emily and Briony in particular verballed them while binding them. Emily snickered. Perhaps one reason that she teased them so much whenever she escaped was so that they would do a better job of tying her up the next time? Although all three guys took turns tying them up, it was always the cheeky and irrepressible Darren who delighted in tying them up the most. He always took greater care than the others and used more rope than either of them.

Of course, Emily happily 'encouraged' Darren when it came to tying her up after being captured.' Sometimes she even challenged him to a tying up competition for no other reason than it simply offered another excuse to be bound. Darren always accepted! While the others watched telly, he would often busy himself tying her up, much to their amusement. She stared with unseeing eyes at the unblinking screen in front of her. There was plenty of e-mail to deal with but she ignored the messages. Emily could not help wondering where Darren was and what he might be doing now. They had seen less and less of each other once they grew up and began dating. All she knew was that Darren had apparently graduated from university and was working in Sydney, which is the largest city in Australia and the host of the 2000 Olympic Games. (They had been the 'best ever Games', according to Samaranch) She wondered if he still enjoyed tying up girls. He had certainly enjoyed tying her up. And she had enjoyed being tied up by him.

Emily sighed loudly. Papers rustled and one spiralled up in the air before slowly wafting down to land on the carpet. So many memories. Those really had been the good old days. She wondered if today's kids really seemed to enjoy themselves as much as they used to. Back then in the pre- Internet/computer days, children more or less had had to create their own amusement. Playing Mario or Duke Nukem required little imagination and even less exercise. That and the fact so many over-protective parents kept their children indoors out of a (misplaced) fear of sexual predators such as pedophiles. Apart from their 'Cops and Robbers' games and tying each other up, they had also enjoyed racing each other on their bikes, building cubbyhouses and waging mock wars in the thick bushland nearby. Emily heaved another weary sigh. The last time she had driven by, it had all been cleared for still more housing. Even the wombats and possums had shifted as well. Too many houses and people. Little remained of her old childhood.

Oh well. At least she had had a great childhood. Emily smiled again. Darren had rapidly improved his tying skills to the extent that it was not long before she could not escape. How he had laughed then! She would always remember the time that Darren finally succeeded in trussing her up like a chicken. That had been immensely satisfying. He had begun by crossing and binding her hands behind her. However, Darren thought to make her bonds that much firmer by cinching everything up tight before knotting the ends out of reach of her questing fingers. Almost as soon as he finished roping her hands together, Emily knew that she would be staying put. Her legs had swiftly followed. Emily remembered watching with fascination as he bound them parallel to each other, at ankles and knees. He had also cinched those bindings securely enough that she would not be able to wriggle free. After lashing her arms to her sides with still more rope, Darren promptly gagged her by way of stuffing a large quantity of cotton cloth into her mouth and holding it in place with a tight cleave-gag.

Emily had been left tied up for two wonderful hours before reluctantly allowing Darren to untie her. He had asked her a number of times if she wanted to be untied but Emily said no. She grinned again. Initially he had been bemused that she would want to remain tied up for so long. However, he had not pressed the issue! Darren had certainly been pleased that she seemed to enjoy being bound so much. At least she now knew why he had had such a large bulge in his shorts. The others had teased him about it, much to his embarrassment. Scott had even quipped, "I think you like tying up girls!" amidst much general laughter. Only Emily and Briony had not been able to join the laughter because of the gags in their mouths. She had had to surreptitiously change her panties after getting home. It had been such a turn on being bound and gagged like that. It was a feeling which Emily knew that would never lessen over time.

Over the months and years to come, Darren became especially accomplished when it came to roping the others up. Although Gerald and Scott did join in their games, they were never quite as enthusiastic about tying them up. It was Darren who increasingly took the lead. Emily sighed softly. She missed being tied up on such a regular basis. She wondered if Darren ever felt the same way too. Inevitably, they had sought each other out more during their time together. It was a natural progression for they both derived enormous pleasure from these 'games.' Sometimes Emily thought that the cops and Robbers games they played were really secondary to the primary objective – capturing and tying up the girls! In Darren's case, that meant Emily. She never complained when Darren tied her up as tightly as he could. As far as she was concerned, the tighter, the better. Being bound made her feel so helpless! Although Briony did not mind being tied up, she did not enjoy being very tightly bound while Alicia really only went along simply because she felt that she should at least join in with the others.

Emily still remembered having her elbows bound together for the first time and the events leading up to it. They had both turned fifteen and she was beginning to develop a healthy interest in the opposite sex although she still thought of Darren as just a friend. She had always been extremely limber, thanks to her long, slender arms and legs. In fact, her figure had led to her being unkindly christened 'Stick-Legs' at school. (Fortunately, the teasing had not lasted long thanks to her natural charm and friendliness) They had been alone together because the others all had various things to do. The weather was bad so they were both bored. There was nothing much on TV and the pool table had lost its allure for them. Neither felt like playing some board game. Scrabble or Monopoly was always more fun with the others. It was too wet and cold to ride their bikes or play outdoors. Eventually, Darren hesitantly suggested, "Want to have a tying-up competition?" His face was unnaturally flushed. He always seemed to blush whenever he suggested something like that. It was to be years later before Emily finally understood why Darren went red when the subject of tying her up arose.

Emily eagerly replied, "Sure!" Apart from escaping the tedium of the day, she had not been bound for almost a week now and she was hungering for the sweet caress of the ropes.

"I bet that you won't be able to escape," Darren laughed. "Wanna bet?"

"No thank you," Emily primly replied. Darren was getting just too good at tying her up. She rarely, if ever, escaped these days.

Darren smirked. "Ha! Why don't you give up now and acknowledge my skill?"

"Huh!" Emily snorted. "I only said no because I do not want to take your money."

"Aw look, in that case, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" Darren sarcastically replied.

"I suppose I could afford twenty cents," Emily reluctantly allowed.

Darren snorted. "Huh! That's all? Aw, come on, mate!" he appealed.

"Yep," Emily smiled. "That's all."

"Since you're so confident, why not make it a buck?"

"Hmmm, ok," Emily agreed. "Pity this has to cost you that much."

We'll see!" Darren smirked.

Emily laughed. "Come on, tie me up now! I'm already thinking how I'm going to spend my dollar," she teased. "Tell you what, you can tie me up any way you like but you have to give me one hour to escape." At least that way, she would at least get some value for money, Emily mused.

"It's your funeral," Darren sighed before getting up. "But if you don't get free, you also stay tied up for one more hour after that. Deal?"

"Ha! Ok, it's a deal," Emily replied. "But no worries, I will escape. Don't forget my money too!" It would be worth losing a buck to see how Darren would tie her up. Emily looked forwards to being bound with a painful anticipation. Not for the first time, she wondered what Darren would say if only he knew how much she enjoyed being tied up. Being tied up hand and foot was the best fun in the world. She could already feel a strange tingling in her crotch.

A few moments later, Darren reappeared with the stash of rope, which they kept hidden in the cubby house, which they had constructed under the house itself. It really would not do for their parents to find out how much rope they had accumulated over time. There was a lot of rope! Although they had seen them bound before, it had always been out in public with the others in the context of their role-playing games. This time they were by themselves. Fortunately Darren's parents were out so they had the house to themselves. It was just as well that they were home alone because Emily felt embarrassed about Darren tying her up for a reason that she could not identify. "Hands behind your back…"