Relaxation Therapy 3 | bondage story | rope bound together

Emily shifted position and exhaled gustily. She could feel a single tear trickling down one cheek. It had been so long since anyone had given her that command. I want to be tied up so much… but when? Emily felt desperately alone and immensely frustrated. It was one thing binding yourself. It helped. But oh! It was so much more fun having someone else tying you up… It was that feeling of complete helplessness which Emily loved so much as well as the enormous visual and tactile pleasure which being tightly bound and gagged gave her. Although Emily often bound her legs together before watching a movie or retiring to bed, she simply could not work out how to properly bind her arms, much still less her hands behind her back. It was impossible. Although Emily did own a pair of handcuffs, they provided nowhere the same amount of visual and tactile pleasure that rope did. Rope was the only way to go. She loved the way that it tightened around and kissed her wrists.

That was the real reason behind her outburst earlier today. The pressure of her job as well as her loneliness and frustration had abruptly boiled over like a saucepan left on the stove for too long. Emily knew that being bound and gagged on a regular basis would have helped relieve some of the pressure as well as much of her frustration. Being tied up was immensely relaxing apart from the fact that it simply made her feel so good. Being roped up was like having an electric charge through your body. But how could she explain anything like that to her boss, Michael? Emily had a feeling that he just would not understand. Few people did. After all, it was such a strange thing to desire; actually wanting to be tied up; to have your liberty taken away like that. Emily hated having to keep her love for bondage secret. However, it was necessary. If anyone found out how much she loved wearing plastic rainwear and bondage, she would very quickly become a laughing stock. Her credibility would plummet. And Emily could not afford that. Not that there was any law expressly forbidding her interests. Rather, it was the far more pragmatic consideration that if any one ever found out her love for bondage at work, she would soon be out of a job for exactly those reasons.

Emily wiped another tear from her eye and sighed again. How had she gotten caught up reminiscing like that? She knew that it was a consequence of the events earlier and her secret wish that there were a holiday resort/clinic, which catered for people like her. In your dreams, she told herself. Such places of the kind that she envisaged existed only in fiction. Her thoughts returned to Darren. That had been fun…

Emily shivered with delight and anticipation as she happily placed her hands behind her back for tying. She always liked this part the best. The heat in her most private parts rapidly rose while Darren pulled the rope tight around her wrists, pinning them together. He was tying them parallel this time, she noted. That made a change from having them crossed together. Emily liked the clean, neat way that Darren bound her hands together. The cords did not overlap and he had carefully cinched up everything just tight enough that she would not be able to wriggle free like she had the very fist time he bound her. As usual, the knots were placed well out of reach between her arms just above the cinching. To make doubly sure, Darren carefully tucked the inch or so of rope remaining between her cinching so that she would not be able to reach them and pick at the knot. The dollar bill currently residing in her pocket would very soon be migrating into his. Two hours… A quick grin. It was a dollar well spent. Value for money. Emily was really looking forwards to spending the next couple of hours just relaxing in her bonds. And if she was lucky, it might end up being a lot longer than just the two hours which she had already committed herself to. Emily's legs quickly followed. Emily happily watched while he continued tying her up. She had to admit that the white rope looked great against her jeans. She was beginning to feel more and more helpless as Darren bound her legs above and below her knees as well as her ankles. Darren knew that she liked being bound like that. The more rope, the better.

Suddenly, Emily felt rope looping around her arms, just above the elbows. The house was warm and she had taken off her jumper and raincoat. She could feel the braided nylon cord biting gently into her soft skin. "Hey, what are you doing?" she exclaimed. This was clearly a new wrinkle. What was Darren up to now?

"Hold on," said Darren.

"Wha-mm-ppphhh!" Emily squawked with surprise and shock as Darren stuffed the wadded up cloth into her open mouth before taking the ends around and tying them together as tightly as he could. He had tied several strips of cloth together before tying the middle one into a roughly circular cloth ball. It really filled her mouth. Emily knew that it would not be coming off any time soon. Nice and tight. She instinctively knew that there was no way she would be able to dislodge it with her tongue. The most she could manage was a muffled (and indignant) 'mmmph.'

Darren grinned happily. "That's better," he smiled. "Now to answer your question…"

Emily squealed with shock and pleasure as her elbows drew together. She had never imagined that being tied up could be quite like this. Darren had finished wrapping the rope around her arms and he was carefully cinching everything up. Emily groaned with surprise and ecstasy as her elbows touched. It had never occurred to her that she could possibly be tied up like this. She felt wonderfully helpless! She might conceivably escape from the ropes binding her wrists but freeing herself from her elbow bonds was another matter altogether. She could feel the pressure in her groin intensifying. Her panties would definitely be coming off later… Emily was acutely aware of Darren's nimble fingers working on the knots as she sat on the sofa in front of him. It was a very nice feeling, the way he was working on her like that. Emily often thought that the process of being tied up was as much fun if not more than actually being bound. Suddenly Emily flushed upon spotting the manner in which being bound like that made her breasts thrust out that much more proudly. She was very proud of her still growing breasts. They were beginning to get quite large now.

"I'd ask you for your money now but I guess I'll have to wait since you seem to be a bit tied up now," Darren teased. He could not resist adding, "Get out of that!"

Emily closed her eyes and savoured the way that her bonds felt. I don't think I can get out of this, she thought. I'll never be able to get out of this! She wriggled happily while Darren's eyes widened. Emily knew that the last thing she wanted was to be able to escape or for Darren to untie her anytime soon. It was so deliciously tight and yet… He had taken great care to ensure that she experienced the minimum of discomfort. Suddenly Darren's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hang on, mate. I'm not finished yet."

Huh?!? Emily turned to look at Darren. What next? Anything he did from here would be overkill. "You wanted me to tie you up so I'm going to tie you up," he laughed. Yeah, and whose idea was this in the first place? Emily knew why Darren had taken such care to gag her. He clearly did not want her answering back. Emily heaved a dramatic sigh into her gag before nodding her assent. She was looking forwards to seeing what Darren did next. Before Emily had time to react, he looped a long piece of rope around her waist and tightened it, pinning her wrists to her back just above her bottom. Darren carefully wrapped the rope around her several times before firmly cinching it between her bound hands and back. Wow! Emily thought. She now could not move her arms or hands. All she could do was helplessly flutter her fingers. This was getting better and better. It was definitely worth sacrificing a dollar of her pocket money for this.

"Now your arms," said Darren. Emily closed her eyes and relaxed while Darren very firmly affixed her arms in place with still more rope. She liked the way that it pressed her breasts together like that. It was a very nice feeling. Emily could not work out why she felt so safe and secure despite being tied up probably more tightly than any other time to date. The feeling of being hugged all over increased when Darren tied a small knot in the ropes circling her just below her breasts before taking the ends over one shoulder and passing them under the cinching holding her elbow ropes in place. After passing the ropes under her elbow cinching, Darren took them over the other shoulder before gently snugging everything up and tying in place. Emily was beginning to feel as though she was being mummified so securely she had been wrapped in rope. It was almost as if she was a fly being bound up by a spider after stumbling into its web.

Emily's breathing quickened as Darren attached another piece of rope to her already bound hands before taking it beneath her, between her thighs. How much more can he possibly tie me up? she thought. Emily never wanted it to end. Suddenly Darren pulled the rope tight after passing it over her waist rope in front. Emily squealed with surprise as it bit into her crotch. Almost instantly, a delicious warmth began spreading through her as the ropes rubbed against her panties. She could feel the thin cotton material of her white panties being pressed up against her vagina. It was a heavenly feeling and one quite unlike anything she had experienced before.

Emily wondered if Darren had any idea of the effect that being bound like this was having on her. Meanwhile, unaware of the sweet torture of her newly placed crotchrope, (Emily still had no idea that was what it was called) Darren snugged it up a little further before looping it several times around her waist rope. After securing Emily's crotchrope in place, Darren took the ends up to her breast ropes and chest harness before knotting everything off.

"Ok, Emily, could you lie down please," he said. "Yes, like that," as he helped Emily lie on her stomach on the long modular couch. She could not help wondering what he was up to now. Suddenly, Emily knew what was going to happen to her as she felt Darren attaching one end of a medium piece of rope to her ankles. Emily moaned softly as Darren gently drew her legs back towards her waiting hands. Within seconds, Emily felt rope looping around her hands. Everything seemed to magically tighten as he pulled on the hogtie rope until Emily's fingers could touch her ankles. Darren quickly took the rope back around Emily's ankles before taking it back to her elbows and securing everything in place. Emily sighed inaudibly. Darren was just too smart. He knew that she would never be able to reach the knot fastening her hogtie rope in place, considering the sheer inaccessibility of the knot.

"You have one hour to win your money," said Darren. "If not, you stay tied up for another hour after that." Emily could sense an underlying awe beneath the triumphant tone of his voice. He had certainly done a wonderful job, she thought. He knew it; she knew it. She happily squirmed and strained against her bonds but there was absolutely no slack or give in any of the ropes binding her. Darren's eyes were bulging as he watched Emily happily struggling against her tight bonds. Emily badly wanted to giggle when she saw the bulge in Darren's pants but she dared not gaze in that direction for too long lest she embarrass him too much. Emily happily noted how happy struggling and squirming around only seemed to tighten everything a little further. It was not long before Emily discovered that if she squirmed in a certain way, she could make the rope against the seat of her jeans rub against her crotch. She could feel the wetness flooding out and soaking her panties.

One hour soon became three. Then four. Each time Darren asked if she wanted to be unbound, Emily shook her head – no. The others returned a couple of hours later. They stood around and giggled while Emily relaxed on the couch. She had long ago given up entertaining any hope of freeing herself and was content to relax in absolutely the best tie-up she had ever experienced in her short life to date. "Wow!" Alicia gasped. "That is so tight! Are you all right, Emily?"

Emily happily nodded. Scott could not resist. "I think Emily likes being tied up." Emily angrily flushed and looked away. She could not help noticing that Darren seemed similarly embarrassed. As usual, Scott had hit the nail right on the head but she was not going to admit any such thing. Eventually, after much laughter and teasing, everyone settled down to watch the TV, while Emily remained bound. Although Alicia politely said 'no' when Darren asked her if she wanted to be tied up, Briony cheerfully accepted his offer. She quickly joined Emily on the couch although she was bound nowhere near as tightly as her. She was content to have her hands crossed and tied together behind her back before having her arms and legs secured.

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Emily heaved another sigh. How Darren would have enjoyed strapping that ballgag in her mouth. It felt satisfyingly large in her mouth. She missed him very much. After that magic day when she had been elbow tied, crotchroped and hogtied within the space of a few hours, their relationship had changed subtly. Although they still joined the others in their activities, they spent more and more time tying each other up, although it was Emily who ended up bound three times to every one of Darren's. Both knew that being tied up was only for the sake of being bound and nothing to do with their games, which they were growing out of, as they grew and began discovering other interests. Predictably, Briony developed an obsession with boys, while shy, petite Alicia discovered that she had a real talent for art and illustration. (Emily still had a pencil illustration of her lying hogtied on the couch – it had been framed and hung in the privacy of her bedroom.) Scott became immersed in cars while Gerald took to the water on his small boat. And Darren had seemed to develop a real passion for the ropes, Emily thought.

She had even been bound in her raincoat several times. Now that had been so much fun! She had even managed to convince Darren to wear his similarly yellow raincoat while he tied her up. Half the fun had been that wonderful anticipation beforehand in helping each other put their raincoats on and buttoning everything up before tackling the ropes. The feel of the plastic material on her bare skin was heavenly. Coupled with her bonds, it was magic. Emily smiled briefly. She had often worn nothing but her bikini underneath. Her excuse had been, "Well, at least you know that I'm not concealing anything I might use to escape!" Darren had grinned and agreed heartily. The thin Lycra-like material of her bikini bottoms had also greatly increased the pleasure she got from being crotchroped as well. I wish Darren was here, she thought. We would have had so much fun together. However, Emily sadly realised that she would probably never see him again. That was life, she knew. People grew up, they found new interests to occupy their time, developed careers and sometimes even moved out of their lives altogether.

Emily got up and fixed herself another drink. She was drinking too much, she knew but it helped dull the pain. So far it was not affecting her work. Maybe she did need that break after all. She might even get lucky and meet a man who would tie her up. It had been far too long since she had been bound. At university, Emily had asked a few bemused girlfriends to tie her up but none of them had displayed much enthusiasm or skill in the task.

After returning to her computer, Emily quickly finished checking and answering her e-mail before settling down to find a place that matched her needs. Somewhere in the tropics, she thought. That would be nice. Emily loved South-East Asia with a passion. Apart from the sheer friendliness of its people, the region possessed some truly stunning scenery as well as many world-class resorts such as El Nido in the Philippines or the ones surrounding Phuket in Thailand. Then there was always Indonesia.

The best way to tackle this was to do a search, Emily mused. An hour later, Emily had the names of several resorts in South East Asia but none really suited her requirements. Jeeves had failed to deliver; Yahoo! was a bust. Let's try Google next. Emily wanted somewhere quiet and (preferably) without too many courting couples or honeymooners for watching them frolic reminded her of her own loneliness and lack of bondage.

Impulsively, Emily input the key search words, Bondage AND resorts. Although Emily did not seriously expect the search engine she was using to come up with any matches, it would still be interesting to see what matches came up. Sometimes, one got the unlikeliest matches such as an archaeology site in response to a query concerning ropes!

Incredibly, a match came up. Emily stared with disbelief. The Staiputt Clinic in the Philippines. Bondage as relaxation therapy… This sounded most intriguing. Even the name was a wonderful play of words. She liked the way that Staiputt rhymed with 'Stay put'! One generally stayed put while bound. Yet the name was so professional sounding. It inspired confidence. Emily fervently hoped that this was the place she was looking for. Let's have a look… Amazing. How come she had never heard of this place? Emily thought. She hoped that it would not be some kind of SM resort. She knew that there were a few such places around where one could (expensively) fulfil every submission or domination fantasy. Such places did not appeal to Emily. She simply liked being tied up for its own sake or role-playing where she could get to realise her favourite 'Damsel-in distress' fantasies which would inevitably lead to her being bound and gagged….

A few moments later, the web page for Staiputt appeared on the screen. "Wow!" she breathed. A picture quickly scrolled down the screen as it loaded. It certainly looked like a nice place. It appeared to be a place where one could get some serious relaxation in. The front, or index page was simply and elegantly done. A picture of an immense sweeping circular lagoon dominated the screen. The beach was gorgeous beyond belief. Green palm trees flanked the expanse of white sand. The water of the lagoon was a wonderful clear green in the shallows, fading to a deep blue in the centre. The sky was a vast bowl of brilliant blue. A small promontory led to a thatch-covered open-plan restaurant overlooking the entrance. Emily looked closer. Several outrigger canoes were pulled up on the sand. And there was a solitary figure on the beach. Just so that no one could possibly mistake the primary focus of Staiputt, the lovely young girl's hands had been bound behind her with rope. More rope surrounded her luscious bikini covered breasts. It circled her torso and arms, pinning them to her sides. The girl's white bonds contrasted beautifully against her brown skin and the deep red of the bikini she was wearing. The heavenly warm smile on the girl's lovely face was every bit as beautiful as her surroundings.

Below the panoramic vista was the logo for Staiputt and the following script:
Enter

Staiputt

The place of dreams

Sounds good, she thought. Sounds very good. Instinctively, Emily knew that she had found that which she was seeking. She quickly moved the mouse and clicked on the Enter word just below the picture. Her eyes eagerly scanned down the new page. She liked the clean easy-to-navigate layout. It all looked very professional. That in itself, was reassuring.

Above the heading that read, Introduction, the navigation bar above led to links that contained more information such as room types and availability, tariffs, How to get there information, Things to see and do, dining and recreation facilities and so on. Another link led to an online booking form. Emily grinned. Recreation facilities indeed…. DID programmes? Wow! She could not help wondering what else they might keep on hand apart from the usual water toys such as jet-skis and sailboards. There was also a booking form and questionnaire that she could print out. My, my. Emily thought. Some questionnaire! They were obviously extremely thorough.

Preferred ropes?

Favourite gags?

Enter your favourites DID scenarios here.

Emily adjusted the large ball sitting behind her teeth and read. She no longer noticed the slight ache in her jaw from the ballgag that she was wearing.

Introduction

The Staiputt Clinic was established in early 2000 in order to cater for those who enjoy what we term as 'Love Bondage' with other like-minded enthusiasts in a safe and completely private setting. If you are looking for SM type activities, then this place is not for you.

Excellent, Emily thought.

What we do however provide, is safe and fun bondage and Damsel in Distress scenarios in one of the most glorious settings in the world. If you are unsure of our philosophy regarding 'Love Bondage', please take a moment to read the Harmony Philosophy.

Emily knew that the famous Harmony Philosophy was a statement concerning the purpose and ethos of 'Love bondage'. So far, she liked the sound of this place very much.

Our mission statement is to provide the ultimate in relaxation for stressed couples and singles in what is becoming an increasingly insecure and fast paced world. We better than anyone, understand how relaxing it can be simply to be tied up and relax in the sun.

Amen to that, Emily thought. It was exactly the kind of relaxation that she needed. Being bound and gagged was always so liberating. The beauty of being bound and once rendered helpless was that one's cares and worries vanished, if only for a short while. There was nothing you could do except relax and wait to be released.

Those seeking something a little more thrilling may opt to join our fantasy 'Damsel in Distress' programs. Alternatively you may create a custom programme involving your favourite fantasy, which we will endeavour to provide. Would you like to be kidnapped from your room in the dead of night, tied up and held for ransom? Please let us know and our friendly staff will take care of your requests. Should you tire of being bound, other facilities such as our two swimming pools and the enclosed lagoon are provided. A recreation room is also provided as are a range of personal watercraft for your enjoyment. Guests may also hire cars to transport them to nearby Cebu City for shopping or exploration. (see 'Things to do' or 'Shopping and Markets')

Gourmets will appreciate our two restaurants, the Harmony Room and the lovely Ligotage seafood restaurant which you will have noticed guarding the entrance to the lagoon. Be warned however! Sometimes pirates have been known to raid the Ligotage restaurant….

Emily giggled into her gag. Now that would be a fine way to finish a meal - to be captured and taken prisoner aboard the pirate ship… She wondered what it looked like.

Please e-mail us if you have any enquiries and we will get back to you as soon as possible.

Emily quickly moved the mouse and clicked on the e-mail link. Within seconds, the e-mail applet popped up on the screen, obscuring the highly erotic image of the same girl peeking out doe eyed beneath the white gag that now covered her mouth. She had been securely tied to a palm tree overlooking the beach.

Dear Sir,

My name is Emily and I am interested in holidaying at your resort. Would you be kind enough to tell me a little more about yourselves? Also, could you advise room availability and current tariffs?

Thank you for your time,

Emily

There, Emily thought. Nice and concise. Lets see how quickly they get back to me. She checked her watch. Almost six-thirty. Almost time for dinner. It would be three-thirty in the Philippines for they were in a different time zone. She hoped that it would be as soon as possible. Emily was dying to travel to Staiputt. She would be a new person after returning! The only problem lay in how to explain to her boss what her plans were. She could hardly tell Michael that the Staiputt Clinic catered for a very specific, even exclusive clientele…