Relaxation Therapy 5 | bondage story | rope bound, gagged

Unlike the mayhem of the day before, Emily managed to get away quickly. Roxas Boulevard had mercifully cleared after passing Baclaran and her flight had left on time. The plane was full, she noted. Half tourists, holidaying couples and half Filipinos. Their ETA was just after twelve. That would be just past two back home, Emily knew.

Emily could feel the butterflies racing madly around her stomach while the small PAL 737 commuter jet made its final approach. She could clearly see the coral reefs hiding below the limpid blue waters while the jet floated downwards before it flashed over a long grassy verge leading up to the far end of the runway itself. . The Staiputt people had told her that a car would be waiting. Emily was acutely aware that if she had not been committed already, she certainly was now.

A gentle bump told Emily that they were down. She swallowed. Well, this is it now…

The ropes were waiting…

A shiver ran down her spine as Emily contemplated the delicious prospect of being bound hand and foot later on today. She had told them that she wanted to spend as much time as possible being tied up in some way or another. Nevertheless, even though Emily had some idea what the place looked like, she was still not at all sure what to expect.

After picking up her bags from the slow moving carousel, Emily looked around the waiting area. According to Staiputt, there should be someone waiting for her. Suddenly, she spotted a strikingly attractive girl in a red cheongsam holding up a small sign that read: Ms. E Carmichael.

That's me! Emily exulted. She took a deep breath and marched over to the waiting girl who smiled when she saw her approaching.

"Are you Miss Carmichael?" she smiled in a soft lilting voice that spoke of the tropics and balmy languorous nights under the stars. .

"Emily grinned. She liked this vivacious little creature standing before her. The girl's red cheongsam was stunning against her brown skin. Her smile was wonderfully warm and it left Emily with the strange feeling that she was already a friend, not a stranger. The girl was tiny but she had a competence and self- assurance that Emily liked. Her hair had been cut back in a short bob, which made her look even cuter than she already was. She was also impossibly slim and slender. A gust of wind might blow her away any minute, Emily thought. "That's right," she replied. "I'm Emily Carmichael."

"Mabuhay! Welcome to Cebu," she said before extending a small but neatly manicured hand. "My name is Lourdes and this is Maricor who will drive us there."

"It's nice to meet you," Emily smiled. She peered at their professional looking ID badges, which they had pinned onto their dresses. Lourdes DeLa Cruz and Maricor Garcia Co. They were lovely names, she thought. "Thank you for picking me up as well."

Lourdes and Maricor chorused as though they had been specially trained, "It's a pleasure." Emily felt much better as Maricor laughingly loaded her bags into the waiting Mitsubishi Starex van. They both seemed so nice and more to the point, friendly.

"I will be your um, personal assistant." Lourdes smiled again. "My job will be to look after you and make sure that your stay will be an enjoyable one."

"Salamat," Emily said. Thank you.

"Maybe already you won't be thanking me later," Lourdes teased.

Emily laughed. She knew all to well what Lourdes was referring to. She could feel her groin tingling.

The ropes were waiting….

{[staiputt-tricycles_t.jpg]} The drive to Staiputt was mercifully short. Emily began to feel slightly queasy as they slowly drove along various winding roads towards their destination. Although there was less traffic here, the standard of motoring had not improved. Pedestrians and animals alike also wandered onto the bumpy road as though they had some kind of suicide wish. Additionally, they were limited to the speed of the slowest vehicles on the road.

Emily could hardly restrain her curiousity as she gazed out at the perambulating tricycles, which their van passed as though they were standing still. They were such curious things, Emily thought. A motorcycle with a small (covered) sidecar. The driver was also partially protected from the elements by a canopy over his head. She could see the tricycle's smiling passengers sheltering from the sun beneath their insectoid carapaces. It was incredible the number of people that crammed on to some of those contraptions. There had to be at least 11 or 12 uniformed schoolchildren hanging off one tricycle they passed. Each tricycle which they passed were invariably brightly decorated and coloured. Many bore the owners names on the back such as 'The Petalbo Family' or 'Velasco Family'

{[staiputt-stalls_t.jpg]} The passing scenery was just as interesting. She liked the interesting street stalls and 'lechon' stands lining the dusty pot-holed roads. The diverse stalls were selling a wide range of life's little essentials such as cigarettes, sweets, fruits and she gasped in pure disbelief after passing one selling what had to be... petrol? A tricycle was tanking up, its owner pouring a Coke bottle of gas down its throat while he casually puffed away, oblivious of the danger of an explosion. They certainly did things differently here, she mused before turning to a group of lechon stalls on a street corner.

Each lechon stand invariably contained a whole roast pig slowly turning over a spit. The one thing each roadside eatery had in common was their garishness with large, loud signs announcing the names of their owners such as 'Aling Perlie's Carinderia' - and not one single establishment would pass their strict food-handling and hygiene laws back home. Lourdes smiled when she noticed Emily's interest. "'Lechon' is our national dish," she earnestly explained, clearly anxious that Emily should approve of her country. "Whole roast pig. Is very masarap," she giggled.

"Masarap?"

{[staiputt-eateries_t.jpg]} "Means delicious," she smiled. "You try, eat," she said, making each word sound like an order.

"I see..." Emily sighed before tensing. Staiputt wasn't far away now. Anything could happen. She had no real idea what to expect other than what she'd learnt from their website.

As if sensing Emily's nervousness, Lourdes gently touched Emily's arm and commented, "I think already you are feeling a little nervous, ha?"

Emily nodded. She did not trust herself to speak. This was all so new and strange.

Lourdes smiled again and replied, "I want you to be happy, ha?" Emily could hear the sincerity in her voice as Lourdes spoke. Her smile was warm as she turned to face Emily. "If you have already a problem, you tell me, ha?"

"Thank you," Emily said. "I will certainly do that."

"Staiputt, they assign girl like me to look after our single guests and make sure that they are Ok. Couples, walang problema!" she brightly said. Suddenly before Emily had time to answer, "You want already to be tied up as much as possible, ha? Robert, he tell me you want to be tied up lots."

"Um, yes," Emily nervously replied. She felt extremely strange discussing a subject like this with Lourdes. It was the first time that she had ever talked about her very special interests like this with anyone else.

Lourdes grinned and continued. "My job is to tie you up anyway you like." Slyly, "I tie you up, you stay tied, ha?"

Emily could not help laughing. Lourdes was just completely cheeky and irrepressible. She had a feeling that they would get on well together. "What if I escape?"

"You not escape!" Lourdes was shocked. "No one escape," she boasted. "I tie you very good, walang problema!"

By now, Emily was feeling much more relaxed and she was looking forward to being bound with a painful anticipation. Their happy chitchat and banter had helped both of them loosen up. Lourdes had also spent some time pointing out various places of interest while they drove along the bad roads.

"We here now!" Lourdes suddenly exclaimed. Startled, Emily looked out the window. They were approaching a tall gate, which stood between high red brick walls. It appeared as though the fortifications had less to do with physical security and more to keep prying eyes out. Two words stood out. Staiputt Resort had been boldly engraved on the massive gates, which slowly opened after the white uniformed security guard had carefully checked their credentials. He was packing a mean looking assault rifle was well as a huge handgun neatly parked in a black leather holster. Obviously, Staiputt was not keen on a repeat of the Jolo fiasco when the Abu Sayyaf plucked a bunch of foreign tourists from a Malaysian island resort before holding them for ransom on the island of Mindanao. Emily could not help chuckling. The last thing she wanted was to be a damsel in distress for real…

Emily could see the tall gates quickly closing after them as they drove through and her skin prickled again. She felt a thrill course through her body while they parked. She had arrived at long last. This was it… What would the next two weeks bring?

Emily looked around curiously after getting out of the van. She instinctively liked the look of the place straightway. They had disembarked near the gates and the guard hut, next to the gravel car park. Several cars and vans sat in the car park. "For our guests," Lourdes commented. "Ask reception, you can hire." A long wide driveway ran another 50 metres between the most staggeringly beautiful gardens that Emily had ever seen. Flowers of every colour and description competed with each other for attention in a bright tropical explosion of colour. She could see a couple of buildings further ahead. No walls or windows… One looked like it might be Reception although she could not see where she would be staying. The tall trees and shrubbery hid the remainder of the buildings from view. Emily stood transfixed. She was enchanted by the tropical beauty of the place.

Suddenly a gentle voice interrupted Emily's reverie. "Emily, I tie you up now," it said.

"Uh?" Emily was a little taken aback. This was very sudden! Obviously they did not waste any time here….

Lourdes giggled. "But you say you want to be kept bound, ha?" She was carrying a couple of short lengths of white rope.

"Um, yes," Emily agreed. "But what if I say no?"

"Then we hold you down and tie you," Lourdes slyly replied. "You like?"

Emily giggled nervously. The moment of truth…

The ropes were waiting…

However, Emily knew in her heart that she would let Lourdes tie her up. She wanted to be bound, to feel the sweet kiss of the rope around her wrists. It had been an ache that would not go away. Until now. "No, I don't like."

Lourdes laughed warmly. "I think already you not like," she giggled. Suddenly her voice adopted a much firmer tone. "Please put your hands behind your back."

Emily could feel the blood roaring in her ears. This was it. She was just about to be properly tied up for the first time in years. She could already feel much of the stress and frustration dissipating. Slowly, she put her hands behind her back and crossed them, ready for tying. Emily could feel her heart thumping like mad as Lourdes moved behind her. Suddenly, soft cord looped around her wrists before being drawn tight. Emily gasped as her hands were pulled together by the rope. Her pussy was on fire. She had waited for this moment for so long… She did not know how to describe the feelings that being tied up like that engendered in her. All Emily knew was that being bound made her feel good, very good. She wished that Darren could be here to share this moment with her.

"Ikaw ayos? Are you OK?" Concerned. Almost absentmindly, Emily nodded. She could hear Lourdes speaking behind her while she continued tying her hands together. "I thought I heard you gasp."

Emily nodded. Tremulously, "Yes, I am fine."

"Emily, please tell me if you are very uncomfortable or I am hurting you. I want already you have ver' good time, ha."

"I'm fine, thanks," Emily replied. She could still feel her heart racing as though she had just completed a ten-mile run. Boldly, "Tie me tight."

Lourdes giggled helplessly before continuing. "I tie you good. Then we go your room."

Emily shivered with atavistic pleasure while Lourdes calmly carried on with binding her. She could feel the ropes being crossed around and around and over her wrists in an 'X' pattern before being firmly cinched so that nothing would slip. Emily moaned with pleasure while she felt Lourdes pulling the knots tight. I like that… I like that so much… They were well out of reach. Emily did not have to look down to know how wet she was. She hoped that Lourdes would not notice… Emily tentatively moved her hands around, half hoping that Lourdes might have slipped up and left some slack or left a knot within reach. However, there was another part of her, which knew that she would be awfully disappointed if escape was to come that easily. Emily sighed gustily. Her bonds felt awfully secure. No slack. No untidily left strands of rope leading to knots which she might be able to pick loose. She would be staying bound until Lourdes decided to release her. That girl really knew what she was doing.

"I gag you now." Emily looked up. Lourdes was holding up an intimidatingly shiny red ball-gag with a tangle of leather webbing surrounding the red orb.

"Oh!" Emily gasped. She remembered having requested they supply her with a good quality ball-gag because she was reluctant to bring her own in case the sharp eyed Customs officers wanted to go through her bags upon returning. Now that would be embarrassing…

Lourdes laughed. "You open mouth now," she said. "I gag you now," she repeated as if speaking to a slightly miscreant schoolchild.

No appeal… Obediently, Emily opened her mouth. She loved being gagged like this. It was as much as she could do to control herself while Lourdes smilingly buckled everything up. Each successive strap forced the ball further in her mouth. The ball felt wonderfully large in her mouth. Emily knew that she really was completely helpless now. Bound and gagged… This was going to be even better than she had hoped for.

Suddenly, Lourdes leant down and affixed a pair of shiny leg cuffs separated by a foot and a half of chain to Emily's legs. "You not go now," she giggled. You stay."

As if… Emily happily thought. She was thoroughly enjoying the care and attention that was being lavished upon her. She had heard of the wonderful traditional Filipino hospitality but this was hospitality of a totally different kind. She could feel Lourdes working on her wrists now. Before she had time to wonder what was going on, Lourdes had smilingly attached the other end of the rope to her leg hobble before taking it back up and carefully knotting everything off. Emily peered downwards. She could see another length of rope running down towards her bound ankles from her hands. It was not particularly tight but there was no way she would be able to obtain much movement with her hands either.

"Ver' good," Lourdes approved after inspecting Emily's bondage. "We go your room now. I show you now. Maricor, you come here," she ordered.

Maricor giggled and walked over. Emily wonderingly watched while Lourdes produced another identical ballgag before tightly strapping it in place. After gagging Maricor, Lourdes shackled her ankles together with a pair of soft leather cuffs, which she padlocked in place after attaching a length of chain between them. Her hands swiftly followed. She could not believe that even the hired help behaved like this. Maricor's eyes sparkled with obvious pleasure while Lourdes carried on with tying and gagging her as if that were the most normal thing to do. "Maricor wears gag all day while here. Only come off when we go outside," Lourdes smilingly explained after checking that everything was properly secure.

That was one thing she already liked about Staiputt, Emily happily mused. It was so refreshing not to have to take charge anymore and issuing orders or instructions all day long. It was ironic how being bound like this gave her such freedom and Emily luxuriated in the feeling. Lourdes was already very much in control and all Emily could do was follow while she trotted off ahead. Maricor followed behind with her bags, which had been thoughtfully placed on a trolley for easy transport. Walking felt very different with ones hands tied behind you, Emily thought. Her balance had definitely been affected. It was a strange but nice sensation and it increased the feeling of helplessness that much more. That ball was really filling her mouth. The hobble chain was also impeding her progress. Emily had to be careful not to take long strides lest she trip over. Therefore, progress was slow which gave Emily plenty of time to admire her surroundings.

Emily gazed around with wonder while they strolled along. There were plenty of other people around – and nearly all of them were also bound and gagged in one way or another. Several people were also obviously single like her but there were also a few couples as well. Emily could feel herself flushing with embarrassment as she tried not to stare too openly.

One couple was entirely clad in shiny rippling black rubber from head to toe. The guy's female companion had also been tightly strapped up with a one-piece leather harness. Her arms had also been pulled behind her and strapped together at wrists and elbows. A similarly bright red ballgag also resided in her mouth. Both gave Emily a friendly nod as they passed. Emily could not help wondering how hot they were under all that rubber. It had to be at least 30 degrees Celsius out here with something like 75 or 80% humidity. They would both be sweating buckets. Even so. It was certainly much more fun than Jenny Craig, she mused. Another woman had opted for a clear see-through rubber dress which left little to the imagination and she was chatting animatedly in what had to be an awfully one-sided conversation since her male partner was thoroughly bound and gagged. A interlocking harness of rubber straps held his hands and arms in place while a inflatable gag resided in his mouth.

Yet another person had opted for a wonderfully intricate Japanese rope body harness tied around her body. A spider web of rope covered her luscious body. More rope had been wound in a spiral pattern around and around her long legs before being attached to the body harness itself. Emily giggled softly as she saw how tightly her harness had been tied. The ropes virtually vanished up her crotch. She could feel a warm tingling in her groin. Emily loved the feeling of being crotch-roped. The way the ropes massaged her there… A Shinju style harness had been applied around her large breasts, and also around her arms, pinning them to her sides. The girl's arms had been folded behind her and bound in position that way. Her bondage had been completed with a tight cleave gag which rested in her mouth with a Japanese detective-style polka-dot scarf tied over that. Another girl like Lourdes was leading her by a rope attached to a leather collar around her throat. They also both nodded. Emily could see the friendly warmth in her brown eyes. Everyone is so friendly here, she thought. I think I'm going to enjoy this place.

Emily gasped when she saw the massive free form swimming pool. The pool was huge and it sparkled in the warm sunlight. The water was a stunning deep blue-green. It looked as though it had evolved naturally so seamlessly the way it blended in with the lush vegetation surrounding it. She loved the yellow white sampaguita flowers setting off the greenery. The whole was as beautiful as it looked absolutely relaxing. Emily could see the pool curving around and out of sight behind the small cliff that had been set in place. Miniature heavily vegetated rocky granitic looking promontories jutted out into the water, separating several 'private' beaches, each of which sloped into the water. The water was a delightful aquamarine before darkening as the pool deepened. A curved bridge led to an island set in the centre of the pool. The small island was lushly forested with more sampaguita blooms and a number of towering palm trees. It also had its own beach. I wouldn't mind being shipwrecked here, Emily thought. She could see deckchairs and lounges surrounding the pool. Some lay on the grass wile others rested on the artificial beaches sloping into the cool blue water. She could see people clustered in and around the pool. But that was where the similarity between this pool and other resort pools began and ended. Once again, the people swimming or sunbaking were all bound or clad in various fetishistic outfits.

A couple of rubber-clad girls were racing each other in a welter of white foam while others were content to laze in the water. Another lovely young woman (travelling solo?) was just climbing out of the pool but she was wearing the most beautiful shiny sleeveless rubber cossie which accentuated the luscious curves of her youthful body, especially the round globes of her perfect buttocks and Emily whistled under her breath. Nice. It'd been pulled between her ass cheeks and she smiled into her gag as the girl fastidiously adjusted it before flopping down on a lounge. One girl had been securely bound hand and foot, gagged and she was slowly paddling backwards with a pair of one-piece flippers that had been attached around both feet and secured in place over the rope binding them together. A bright yellow lifejacket held her head out of the water. That looks like fun, Emily thought. She wanted to try that later.

One couple had draped themselves in several plastic raincoats worn over each other and they were standing in waist deep water and embracing each other. Another couple of lovely young blonde women had been bound to the lounges sitting by the pool. Their hands had been bound together and tied in place over their heads while their legs had been spread apart and lashed to the wooden legs of the lounge. Still more rope held them down on the lounge. One was wearing a red rubber bikini while the other had chosen a Shinju rope breast harness and a crotchrope. Each wore matching red ball gags. Emily could not help wondering how they would explain away their suntans later… Another woman had dispensed with the more usual bikini in favour of a lovely Japanese rope bra surrounding her breasts and a tight crotchrope bisecting her cleft. Her boyfriend was tying her hands behind her back before slipping a lifejacket on her and helping her down into the inviting water.

She sighed happily into her gag and looked around. The path curved right around the pool and low buildings surrounded the entire lovely scene. Their rooms, she knew. This must be the Pool Wing, she thought. What a place…. Staiputt was everything a tropical holiday resort should be and then some more besides… The two storey traditional Filipino style buildings had been constructed out of some dark wood or another and all were neatly whitewashed. Trees and bushes softened their profiles and lent a lovely harmonious whole to the place. Flowers of almost every colour and description sprouted from lovingly tended flowerbeds and rockeries. Emily thought she could also detect a faint Dutch influence in the architecture. They had all been roofed over with some kind of thatched material. She noted how the buildings had all been set a couple or so feet above the path itself. Very nice… She liked the spacious balconies outside each room. Each had been equipped with a table and chairs carved out of teak.

"We here now," Lourdes said. She motioned in the direction of the pool. "You like?"

Emily happily nodded. She had already fallen in love with the place. She shivered with excitement. Two weeks of bondage, swimming and general relaxation beckoned. Work lay far over the horizon. It could not be further away. Emily fought hard to suppress a crazy giggle. What would Mr. Turner and her colleagues say if only they could see her like this? Bound… Gagged. And thoroughly happy.

"Ver' good" Lourdes said. "This your room, No. P105."

Lourdes stepped through the ornately carved door and flipped on the light switches while Emily awkwardly followed. Walking up steps was less than easy while hobbled like that. While Maricor cheerfully dumped her bags on the giant king size bed, Emily looked around. Her room was very hot but Lourdes had already got the air-con going. It would not be long before it cooled to a more comfortable temperature. Her room had been simply but luxuriously appointed. The bed dominated the room while a giant Sony TV sat opposite. Another smaller bed sat near the door. Behind the beds, a wood and rattan sliding window opened out onto the world beyond. A wardrobe ran almost the length of the far wall. She could see another door next to the wardrobe. Lourdes noticed Emily's quizzical look and said. "I sleep there. I tie you for night, you have problem, I hear. I make sure you ayos." Lourdes suddenly giggled and said, "Rope in there. In wardrobe."

That was good, Emily thought. She badly wanted to try being bound and gagged all night but she had not relished being left helplessly alone for the whole night. It seemed Staiputt took care of even details like that.

"Comfort room there," Lourdes commented. Emily could see another door by the TV.

Comfort room? What's that? Emily thought. Lourdes spotted the look on her face and giggled. "You bath there. Shower. Toilet."

"You want unpack now?" Lourdes abruptly asked.

Yes please. Emily nodded.

"Walang problema. I untie you now, ha?"

Emily nodded again. It was impossible to talk with that gag filling her mouth. The red ball felt huge. She hoped that Lourdes might take it off.

Suddenly, Emily felt expert hands picking at the knots to her bondage. Emily sighed softly into her gag as her hands were freed. She had a feeling that this condition might only be a temporary one during her stay. Lourdes patiently waited while Emily stretched luxuriously before moving to take off her gag.

"No, no," Lourdes exclaimed. "It stay! You not take gag off." She quickly slapped Emily's hands away.

Huh?!? Emily was nonplussed. It really did seem that Lourdes took her job most seriously. She could not help feeling secretly delighted. If Lourdes had been that soft a touch, she would not be here. It was nice being made to submit like this. Besides, Emily knew that Lourdes would not allow her to come to any harm.

"Gag stay on," Lourdes repeated. "I think already you like gag, ha?" Emily flushed. Lourdes had hit the nail right on the head. She did enjoy wearing that ballgag. Even if it made her jaws ache a bit. It made her feel wonderfully helpless. Lourdes quickly searched in her pockets. "I forget. Here is padlock." Her smile was wolfish as she locked it in place. "Now gag stay. It not come off now. Come off when I say so, ha." Lourdes chuckled delightedly and pocketed the keys. "You unpack now. I go reception. I get check-in forms. Back ver' soon."

Emily sat on the bed and wondered how on earth she had managed to find herself in a place like this. It was all her dreams come true. Lourdes had smilingly handcuffed her before leaving. Her hobble chain also stayed on. Well, I am in this now, for better or worse. If only Michael could see me now. She reached up and touched the gag wedged in her mouth. All bound and gagged… Well, this is what you wanted, isn't it? she happily challenged herself. I wanted this so much and now here I am… Emily hobbled to the door and gazed outside. The people she had seen earlier were still frolicking in the pool. One good-looking bloke had appeared with his lovely Asian girlfriend and he was busily tying her up by the pool. The look of rapture on her face while he tightly bound her hands and arms together was unmistakeable. Emily knew exactly how she must be feeling because she loved bondage just as much. This place was heaven on Earth, she thought.

Well, Emily thought. Let's get this out of the way, then I can have a rest. It had been an exhausting couple of days and it felt as though everything was catching up to her. She could not help speculating what Lourdes' definition of relaxation might involve. It would definitely include rope, lots of it, Emily knew. God only knew there was enough white rope neatly hanging on the rear wall of the wardrobe and piled underneath. She could also see that it carried a wide inventory of other bondage equipment such as leather straps, harnesses, spreader bars and armbinders. Emily shivered again although it was not cold. She knew exactly whom that rope was intended for. The heat was rising in her groin. She wanted to come very much. Emily vowed to wait. Relief would eventually come…