Relaxation Therapy 7 | rubber bondage escape story | gag, bound

After recovering enough to move around, Emily decided to take a shower. Her body and arms still felt stiff but Emily knew that would not last much longer. She had not had any kind of bath or shower since the morning and it was wonderful to be able to stand under the warm water and let it sluice down her body. The water had one effect, apart from making Emily cleaner – it served to further redden her already vivid ropemarks. Emily smiled. She had not felt this happy for a long time. She understood the visceral need to be tied up that had brought her here. Golfers and fishermen were often similarly passionate about their pastimes to the extent that for some, it became an entire way of life. Philatelists and model train enthusiasts lives often similarly revolved around their hobbies. She had seen amazingly detailed and realistic miniature railway set-ups which would have taken years and six figures to construct. Emily had her bondage. It was such an integral part of her that Emily knew she could no more give it up than the Pope could recant his Catholicism. She had long wished it could be a lifestyle. A bondage lifestyle. But with no one to tie her up, that dream had been impossible without a man who would oblige her. Darren… Emily thought, Where are you? Emily wondered if Darren had ever heard of Staiputt.

She wondered if he would still like her. Emily peered down at her water and soap slick body. She gently prodded her stomach. No fat… Her hips swelled out nicely before firming to a set of stunningly long legs. Emily sometimes thought that they were her best feature. Beautiful legs. They were very tie-able legs, she thought. She knew they looked good all roped up. Happily, Emily inspected her breasts. They swelled out beautifully, ending in dark rose-tipped nipples. She cupped them in both hands. They were delightfully firm, yet soft and pliable. She sighed happily and ran her hands down the length of her body from her neck to her ankles, savouring the way the indentations left by her bonds felt. She also loved the gently flowing contours of her body. Not bad for 26, Emily thought. Darren would definitely be impressed, Emily thought. He had often complimented Emily on how she had looked in her bonds. No one else did that. It was further evidence of the special, unspoken understanding which had existed between them at the time. He liked this kind of thing a lot, Emily thought. He loved it. I know he did. Like me. The hardness of his dick which she'd tactfully refrained from commenting upon while was tying her up had been a source of wonder - and puzzlement but no longer.

Why am I thinking about Darren so much? Emily mused while she lathered her limp red hair. She had not thought about him this much until reaching Staiputt. Because of the environment here. Bondage. Tying-up games. Emily had quickly picked up the good vibes surrounding her here. Everyone seemed to be all so happy and friendly. Not like at home where people studiously ignored each other on public transport. "But then, bondage has that effect on people!" she giggled. Her thoughts returned to Darren. Because I know he would love this place, Emily thought. Additionally, being so thoroughly tied up like that had made her feel extremely horny. That crotchrope and her bonds had both been the very devil… And I want him to fuck me!

"Tie me up and fuck me…" Her breath was as soft as a zephyr as she gently breathed outwards. Mmm... What would that be like? Helplessly hogtied and securely gagged while he slipped inside from behind? Or bound spreadeagle and being ravished before being taken? Darren, I hope we meet again… Emily thought about Lourdes' offer. Like most people of her country, she was Roman Catholic. Despite the poverty which surrounded most Filipinos, their deep faith was unshakable. Putting in a helping word with God would do her chances no harm. Meanwhile, she would enjoy the remainder of her stay here. Emily knew that she still had the rest of her life in front of her; she was still a young woman. Time was very much on her time. And I can always come back here… Emily giggled again. She already knew that she would return. Like during my annual leave…

After towelling off, Emily returned to the other room where the beds were. Lourdes was relaxing in a chair, reading the latest copy of Bondage Life, which Staiputt had thoughtfully included in each room. A small notice explained that they were complimentary, courtesy of the management. Back issues could be loaned out or purchased from the nearby souvenir shop.

"You change now?" Lourdes smiled. "Then we go eat?"

"Yep," Emily replied. "Just as soon as I find something to wear."

"What raincoat you wear?" Lourdes asked. She glanced out the open window. Still raining. "Maybe you wear clear one – see your ropemarks. Remember first tie-up here," she giggled.

"Good idea," Emily commented.

Lourdes looked longingly at Emily's bright shiny yellow raincoat hanging on the rail in the wardrobe. Emily grinned. She had a feeling what Lourdes would like to wear out later... Seconds later, Lourdes confirmed her suspicions by brightly asking, "Can I wear that one?"

"Of course you can!"

"Maraming salamat!" Lourdes jumped up and pulled it on before slowly and wonderingly buttoning it up to the collar. She quickly admired her reflection in the mirror on the wardrobe while running her hands up and down the cool smooth PVC. "Mmmm, I like," she said, hugging herself before pulling the hood over her head and doing up the drawstrings. "I like very much. Feel so shiny and smooth." A beatific smile wreathed Lourdes' lovely face while she admired her raincoated reflection. "It is very maganda!"

Emily could feel her crotch tingling while she watched Lourdes putting on her beloved shiny yellow raincoat. It was nice to see that someone else could appreciate it as much as she did, Emily thought while Lourdes happily did up the buttons. She was glad that Lourdes liked it so much. For the first time, Emily did not feel embarrassed about her raincoat fetish. Yes. Her raincoat suited Lourdes very well. She was resplendent in its bright yellow folds. Lourdes' eyes were bright and happy as she sat down and watched while Emily decided what to wear. She had bought a lot of clothes up with her. That Friday afternoon shopping expedition had been profitable – and fun!

Eventually, Emily settled on her new black latex rubber sheath dress and matching lingerie. She loved the way the rubber clung to her body like that. And the way it shone after polishing. Polishing made the rubber gleam with an ebon brilliance.

Lourdes watched with wide eyes as Emily pulled on her form fitting rubber bra. The rubber was thin and snug fitting which ensured that her breasts would really stand out. When Emily had tried everything on at the shop, she had marvelled how the rubber emphasised her swollen nipples. After adjusting it for fit, Emily picked up her panties and examined them. They looked like the more conventional satin and lace panties she always wore but that was where the difference began and ended. A large five-inch moulded penis shaped rubber dildo as well as a seven-inch butt plug had been attached inside so that when Emily put them on, they would be forced well up each orifice where they would stay for the rest of the day.

Emily squirmed happily after pulling her panties on. She felt wonderfully full! Lourdes had watched with wide eyes while Emily lubricated the buttplug and dildo hidden inside. Her butt felt huge. It had rarely, if ever, felt fuller. It was a very, very strange feeling but Emily liked it.

Lourdes helped Emily pull on her glassy clear thigh high rubber stockings after attaching a pair of black rubber suspenders. They were made from a perfectly clear thin rubber that showed every detail of her legs off to perfection. The ropemarks from her earlier bondage were deep red bands where she had been bound. Emily could feel her breath quickening as Lourdes rolled her matching clear elbow length gloves up her arm. She loved the way the rubber clung to her skin as though it had been welded in place. It was not called a second skin for nothing, she thought. The dress was last. It had been made from a slightly heavier and thicker rubber, which shone in the light. Emily carefully stepped into it before allowing Lourdes to pull it up before zipping it in place.

Lourdes grinned when she spotted Emily's stiletto heels. She liked them very much. Perfectly formed out of glossy black leather, each stood an intimidatingly 5 inches high and a small band around the ankles helped hold them in place. After easing her rubber covered feet into them and doing the straps up, Emily applied a pair of miniature padlocks to ensure that they would not be coming off until later. Wearing them was a bondage of its own, Emily knew because they greatly restricted the pace she could walk.

Emily had to see how she looked. Although she had tried it on in the shop back home, Emily was still unprepared for the sight that stood before her in the mirror. She looked magnificent in the gleaming black rubber dress and clear stockings and heels. Emily knew that while her bank manager would never wear this, she was unconcerned because it was for her pleasure alone!

"Waoww! I like very much. Very sexy," Lourdes complimented Emily.

"Thanks." Emily was pleased that Lourdes liked her outfit so much. She could only guess what the others would be wearing. Would any of them be bound while dining? Probably… Dining here would be a novel experience, she knew. It would definitely be quite unlike the average Melbourne restaurant or even the plush cafeteria at her work. Emily wondered what her colleagues would say if she rocked up for work dressed like this. The very idea of her going to work in that rubber dress made her want to laugh. What if I make this as a promise for meeting or exceeding work performance targets? Emily giggled loudly. Maybe she might just do that. If her creatives ever got complacent, her outfit was just the thing to shock them out of it.

"What so funny?" Lourdes asked. "Why you laugh?"

Lourdes laughed when Emily explained what she had been thinking. "Here, at Staiputt, we have to wear clothes like this every day," Lourdes commented. "Bondage and fetish go very well together, ha?"

Emily could only agree. Dressing for pleasure and bondage was a wonderful mix. Both complemented each other in so many ways. That was another reason Emily knew she copuld easily fall in love with this place because Staiputt understood how much pleasure wearing such exotic fabrics gave some people. Emily shivered with pleasure. Like plastic or rubber... She was looking forwards to both dinner and talking to Lourdes. She hoped that she might get a chance to talk to some of the other guests as well but that would depend how they had been restrained and gagged…

"Here," Lourdes exclaimed. "You wear! I think already this go very well with your dress, ha?"

Emily gasped when she saw what Lourdes was holding. She had fetched an amazing collection of one or so inch wide bright shiny red leather straps from the wardrobe while she had been showering. One item was around 2 or 3 inches wide and it had several 'D' shaped rings protruding from it. They would go well with the rubber, she thought. "I like those!" she commented. Emily was already looking forwards to being bound in those. She had never been bound in straps like those. Leather was expensive. Not a problem with her salary but Emily had never seen much use for such restraints before and she had no one to apply them on her.

"I like too," Lourdes smiled. "We have make here so not expensive. You like, take home; charge to your account – walang problema!"

This place was certainly unique, Emily thought. Other hotels offered souvenirs like bathrobes, towels and so on. Staiputt offered restraint equipment as well as all kinds of fetish wear. Emily knew that she would be taking home more than a few souvenirs of her stay. Her airline was unlikely to wear this kind of stuff either. She was definitely about to be liable for excess baggage…

"Put on raincoat now, it still raining," Lourdes ordered. "You not get wet. Then I tie you."

Lourdes cheerfully adjusted Emily's raincoat after insisting that she be allowed to button it up herself. She could not help noticing how long Lourdes' hands had lingered on her raincoat while she did it up.

"I tie you now," she said. "Hands behind your back… Yah, like that." Within seconds, Emily felt a strap looping around her wrists and being pulled tight before buckled in place. "Now I do elbows," Lourdes commented in a rather manner of fact voice. Emily squirmed with pleasure as they touched again. She liked having her elbows bound like that very much. Another strap circled her arms just below the elbows before being pulled similarly tight.

Emily happily watched while Lourdes continued strapping everything in place. Her already bound arms had been swiftly lashed tightly against her back. Straps circled her body above and below her breasts. Another strap held her bound hands in place against her body. She peered downwards to see what her bondage looked like. Emily loved the way that those shiny red leather straps contrasted with the black rubber of her dress as well as the clear sheen of the raincoat she was wearing on top.

"What is this for?' Emily asked when Lourdes began buckling the widest belt tightly around her slim waist. It was not unlike those belts weightlifters wore, Emily thought. It was a very snug fit, she thought.

"You see," Lourdes cryptically replied. "You talk more, I gag you, ha?"

"Sorry. Innocently, "I was just wondering what it was for, that's all."

"You talk too much," Lourdes blandly commented. "I gag you now."

Emily sighed. She had been kept quite tightly gagged for almost the whole afternoon and now Lourdes was proposing to gag her again. "Is it really necessary to gag me again? What about dinner?" she weakly protested.

"Is necessary," Lourdes smiled. "Part of your therapy," she smirked. "And you talk too much, I leave on, no dinner ha?"

Emily nodded. She knew when she was beaten. With her arms already strapped in place behind her back there was not much that she could do about the situation.

"Open mouth now."

Emily heaved another sigh, hoping to elicit some sympathy before opening her mouth wide. "Why you sigh so much? You not like?" Lourdes teased while she pushed the ball home until it rested behind her teeth. "But I like!" Emily could not help happily moaning into her gag as Emily began buckling up everything. Yep, nice and tight. She could even feel the familiar ache within her jaws beginning again. She liked this part when she was in the process of being gagged. She could feel the pressure building in her crotch while Lourdes tied her up.

Satisfied with Emily's bondage, Lourdes commented, "You stand up straight. Not slouch like monkey. I fix problem, ha?" Suddenly, Emily felt a rope being attached to one of the 'D' rings she had seen in the belt behind her back. Oh oh… Emily knew what was coming. Lourdes confirmed her suspicions by threading the cords through the 'D' ring located just above the main neck strap of her gag.

Suddenly, Emily felt her head jerked upwards as Lourdes pulled gently but firmly on the rope. The gag felt very tight in her mouth! She could feel drool collecting and dribbling out the corners of her mouth. Emily flushed with embarrassment. It was a most undignified pose… Now she was staring upwards at the ceiling… She sighed with relief as Lourdes released the pressure. "You walk straight, you behave," Lourdes ordered before tying off the cords to the ring on her belt. Emily peered around cautiously. There no way that she could bend her head forwards or nod. She could still see ahead but bending her head forward was quite out of the question unless she bent her whole body. Being bound like this really did do wonders for one's posture, Emily thought. Being tied up like this reminded her of the posture and corset training, which she had seen described in John Willie's Bizarre. "Much better already," Lourdes mused. "Okey, we go now, ha?" She quickly gathered up the straps left on the bed and draped them over one arm before motioning for Emily to follow.

Rain formed a silvery curtain around them while they strolled along the path. Mercifully, Lourdes held an umbrella up for Emily so that her hair need not get wet, although Emily suspected it was less out of concern for her than to keep the straps reasonably dry. Emily enjoyed listening to the soft susurration the tropical downpour made as it hissed on the still steaming pathway and splashed in the pool. At least here, it was a warm rain. Not like Melbourne… She wondered if it was still raining back home. She could feel her rubber wear clinging stickily against her skin as they strolled along. It was a very nice feeling, she mused. Emily was also acutely aware of her bound arms. Lourdes had pulled those straps tight. Her elbows had been welded together yet again for the second time in almost as many hours, as though she had been born that way. She could not move anything except her fingers. Emily could also hear her leg hobble which jingled gaily while they walked down the winding path. Lourdes had taken care to replace it before leaving their room.

Emily felt her nervousness increasing as they approached one particularly large, well-lit building. Torches were smoking and flaring in the tropical dusk. Darkness always arrived with a stunning rapidity in the tropics. It had also been constructed in much the same traditional manner as the other buildings except two sides were completely open, affording a magnificent view of yet another lagoon like pool and a poolside bar nearby. A tantalising glimpse of an already moonlit beach was just visible through the trees ahead. The lovely light golden-brown terracotta tiled floor and various indoor plants arranged around the tables and the groaning table along the wall laden with utterly delicious looking food enchanted Emily. So exotic. So very tropical. However, it was not the spectacularly high ceiling or the stunning smorgasbord arranged along one wall which stunned her. Emily would have gasped aloud if not for the tight gag filling her mouth and preventing any speech.

The restaurant was crowded with people and nearly all were wearing some form of fetish attire and/or bound. Even the chefs at the carvery were wearing ballgags. Oh my... Several people had stopped what they were doing to watch Emily's entrance. It was obvious that they liked her rubber dress and bondage very much. She flushed with embarrassment before relaxing as she realised that she was not on display like some performing seal but one of them. Even so. It was hard coming out like that. It was the first time Emily had worn her fetish-wear and that gag out so publicly like this. Yet no one seemed to think her attire was anything out of the ordinary. Emily glowed. Not here... They are all like me here! It was a small community here, Emily thought. But best of all was the fact that everyone here appeared to all have that one thing in common – a strong appreciation for 'Love Bondage' as well as the incredibly sensual and fetishistic clothing which most of the guests were wearing. It was both sexy and fun. Lots of fun! Emily happily thought. It would be a great evening, she was sure.

Emily looked around wonderingly. It was almost as much as she could do to suspend her disbelief while she gazed around the area. Everybody appeared to be enjoying him or herself judging from the level of conversation going on around them. She let her eyes sweep around the scene in front of her. The waiters and waitresses were all decked out in shiny red and black PVC. The girls were stunning in short red PVC skirts worn under equally shiny smartly tailored black PVC jackets worn in turn over their white shirts. They all wore matching red or black high heels while the guys wore black PVC pants and white shirts. All wore gags around their necks. However, some were actually wearing them. Several PVC clad girls had been more elaborately bound. Sturdy looking serving tables had been strapped around their waists in front and held in place by chains attached to the collars they were wearing. Rope had been attached to their ball gags and pulled back to correct their posture. They were being kept busy serving the drink orders that the waiters and waitresses took.

Several guests wore straitjackets made out of canvas or rubber. They had also been thoroughly gagged. Emily watched with amusement the difficulty which one petite Filipina girl was having with selecting her food. She had been thoroughly straitjacketed and gagged. Emily looked closer. She was sporting some kind of a rather large inflatable gag. That gag also looked like it was really filling her mouth and Emily wanted to grin. The girl was having extreme difficulty indicating to her male partner which selections she wanted him to load up on her plate for her. Emily could feel her growing frustration while she pointed her head in the direction of the dishes she wanted. The bulb for the inflatable gag swung like a pendulum as she tried to point out what she wanted. Emily knew that she wanted to try both, particularly the straitjacket. She recognised it as an upmarket Posey design, which had been clearly tailored with her in mind for it was a very snug fit. It had front and side loops for the arms, a strap holding them together in front as well as a snug fitting crotch strap. They were escapable, she knew but few managed it. The other girl was wearing a simple (and much easier to escape from) shiny black rubber Humane type jacket but her companion had thought to buckle a couple of extra straps around her folded arms and sides so that she could not get out. She was wearing what had to be a penis gag held in place by a single leather strap.

Bondage was not just for the ladies, Emily thought when she spotted a couple of good looking guys bound to the chairs they were sitting in. The first one was restrained by a combination of rope and straps while the other had been tightly elbow bound and secured to the chair with a million miles of rope. One was a blond Aussie surfer type while the other was obviously tall and darkly handsome. Italian? she hazarded. Their extremely pretty Filipino female companions were laughing and carrying on in between handfeeding them every morsel. It looked like that group was having a pretty good time, she thought. That was another good thing about Staiputt; they recognised that blokes also enjoyed being tied up just as much as their female counterparts.

"A table for two?" a hovering waitress asked.

"O-o, salamat," Lourdes answered for Emily. Yes, thank you.

"Certainly," the girl smiled before commenting. "Your dress, she very maganda!"

Emily beamed with pleasure. Everyone had loved her rubber dress and raincoat. She wanted to say thank you but her gag prevented any speech.

Emily felt a great contentment settle over her as she carefully sat down. They had been given an excellent table immediately next to the short flower bedecked fence (such as it was, separating the dining area from the pool surrounds. Emily gazed out onto the idyllic scene. It was still raining outside, she could see for the rain dappled the otherwise still surface with a million tiny explosions where they landed. She could see the ghostly white glow of the beach in the distance beyond. Emily was looking forwards to checking it out.

"I take gag off now," Lourdes smiled. "We talk, then eat."

Emily wordlessly nodded. That gag was very tight in her mouth because of the cunning manner in which Emily had attached it to her belt. She groaned with relief after Lourdes eased it from her mouth. That felt better… Suddenly Emily realised how thirsty she was. She had hardly had anything to drink since her plane flight from Manila. It already seemed like a lifetime ago. Staiputt was another world altogether, on but not of the planet Earth. Accurately guessing her thoughts, a waiter appeared by her side as if by magic before solicitiously asking, "What would you like to drink?" Realising that Emily was new here, he solicitously added, "We have a fully stocked bar – just let us know what you would like."

"I'll have a G&T thanks," Emily replied. His English was excellent, if accented, she noted. Although she generally preferred wine or champagne, the wonderfully cooling and refreshing gin and tonic was a perfect drink for the tropics. "What about you, Lourdes? What would you like?"

"Just a pineapple juice please," she smiled before adding, "Thank you," for Emily's benefit.

"Take raincoat off now?"

"Yes please," Emily replied. Lourdes would have to untie her in order to take it off. Eating would be much easier with her hands unbound… Lourdes' offer surprised her. She had not expected to be untied this soon.

Emily sighed softly as Lourdes undid the straps pinioning her arms – She had enjoyed being bound like that. Even so… Seconds later, another attentive waitress hurried up. "I take your raincoat?" she asked.

"Yes please," Emily said. After handing over her raincoat, they sat in companionable silence for a few moments watching the teeming rain outside and the activity going on around them. Emily noticed that Lourdes had however opted to remain firmly buttoned up in her bright yellow raincoat and she grinned. She had even left the great gleaming hood of her rainwear firmly tied around her face with a double, non-slip knot. Lourdes had to be sweating buckets beneath those layers of yellow vinyl. Although it was not oppressively hot, the balmy night air was nevertheless sticky and humid. It was obvious that she wanted to remain as she was and Emily smiled sympathetically because she understood exactly how Lourdes felt.

More guests were arriving amidst an increasingly loud chatter and like the others, most of them were bound in one way or another. One girl was stark naked save for the elaborate leather harness surrounding her slim body and arms. She had been tightly strapped into the harness, which had even been attached to her gag in such a way that it also forced her head back in much the same manner that Lourdes had bound Emily earlier. The piece de resistance was the thin leather strap running directly between a pair of wonderfully flared labia just covering the entrance to her private bits. Emily grinned again. It had been pulled snugly enough to almost bury itself between her crack and Emily envied her the intense pleasure which she would be receiving from her bondage. From the way she carried herself, it was obvious she had also been elbow-bound. Another couple was swaddled in so many layers of rubber it was difficult to see if they were truly human. Even their faces had been obscured by rip[pling back rubber. A guy appeared with his partner who had been trussed up with so much white rope that she looked like a mummy. It was overkill but then that was not the point, was it? Emily reflected. After seating the girl in the chair, he produced more rope, which he used to just as firmly tie her legs together before taking them up off the ground and attaching them to the chair itself.

Suddenly, the devilish twinkle, which Emily was beginning to come to know so well, suddenly reappeared in Lourdes eyes. "I tie you again, ha?"

"No need to tie me up – its dinner time!" Emily commented.

"No, no!" Lourdes expostulated. "I tie you! You want gag, ha?" A sly grin. "I gag you right now?"

"I don't think so," Emily replied.

"I think already you not want gag," Lourdes smirked. "I tie only your arms," she compromised.

"Ok, tie me then," Emily smiled. She would have to get Lourdes back for this later… Yeah.

"I tie you now – then have drink." Lourdes got up and said, "You be good girl, ha? O-o?"

Emily smiled. So patronising. The threat of being re-gagged and possibly going without dinner hung large in the air. It was clear that Lourdes meant what she said and Emily felt her skin prickle with a thrill which she had not felt for a long time. It was great being bound and more to the point, controlled like this. So liberating. Mildly, "I am always good."

"Hmmm…." Lourdes disbelievingly commented. "Ganun..." Without further ado, she re-attached a couple of straps around Emily's upper arms and body before pulling them every bit as tight as before. However, she left Emily's hands and forearms free. Another strap was attached around her waist and the chair back before being buckled tight. Emily was surprised to see that she actually did have a little movement.

"She not escape, ha?" the waitress smiled before setting down their drinks. Emily noticed that her name was Beauty. Where do they come up with names like those? She was stunningly beautiful with a heart shaped face framed by long smooth midnight black hair that could have appeared in a shampoo commercial. Beauty also had an outrageously slim curvaceous body to die for. Beauty by name and by nature. Her dark expressive eyes twinkled with a warm merriment as she regarded them. The waiter who had taken their drinks order had been called Bong and that was it.

"She not escape," Lourdes smilingly agreed. "She stay."

"How long you stay for?" Beauty asked.

"Two weeks," Emily replied.

"I know Lourdes," Beauty warned. "I think you never escape."

Emily and Lourdes laughed. "Maybe I escape," Emily teased.

"No, no, you not escape," Lourdes disagreed. "I tie you very good."

Emily hugged herself with delight. She enjoyed this verbal jousting. She had no intention of flight! Emily hoped that Lourdes would keep her boast.

"Emily escape, I fix her up good," Beauty said. "I tie you, you never escape."

"Hey," Lourdes objected, "What happen last time?"

Beauty flushed. Emily grinned. "What happened?" she asked.

"We have already a tying up competition, all staff compete," Lourdes explained. " Have one every week. Very good practise. Beauty, she tie me, I escape."

Emily laughed. "I see!"

"Next time," Beauty smiled, "I tie you very very good, you never never escape!!"

Lourdes snorted. "Maybe. We see," she boasted for all to hear. "You want tie me again, I get free."

"Okey," Beauty agreed. "I tie you again, see if you escape!"

"Walang problema." Lourdes shrugged as though it was all the same to her although the gleam in her eyes told the story.

"We talk later!" called out Beauty, "I go now, serve other customer."

Emily sat back and giggled. So this was how Staiputt attended to employee morale… Tying up competitions indeed. It beat hell out of smoky barbeques with just about every Aussie fly hovering in attendance. Or getting out on the golf course with the boss. Suddenly curious, she asked, "Lourdes, how did you hear about this place? I mean, how did you get a job here?"

Lourdes sat back and sipped her pineapple juice. It looked delicious, Emily thought. No sickly-sweet watery stuff here. It was clearly the real thing. Her G&T was also excellent. "I go to college, study travel and tourism, I want work in hotel," Lourdes began. "Two year course. Then I do practicum for one year."

"Practicum? What's that?" Emily asked.

"Um, like your work experience; like that," Lourdes mused. "We call it practicum. Work in hotel, learn job, you know. Then get fulltime job after."

"That's right, go on," Emily encouraged.

"Then Staiputt open. Want people. I apply."

"Did you know who they were then?"

Lourdes giggled. "I not know. I go to interview. I meet Robert, we talk, then she ask me if I know what bondage is?"

Emily laughed. She could just imagine Lourdes' enormous shock after discovering the kind of clientele Staiputt catered for.

"I say, no, I not know." Lourdes commented. "Robert, she make paliwanag. Make explanation. Why Staiputt here, what they do, you know. Me, I am very shocked. Not know what bondage is. Is very strange, I think."

"I bet!" Emily could imagine Lourdes' surprise. "So what happened next?"

Lourdes laughed and swallowed another mouthful of juice. "Robert say only way explain is tie me up, I say, okey, tie me up!"

"Wow!" Emily exclaimed. "Were you scared?"

"O-oh!" Lourdes exclaimed. "I scared, but Robert say I not have to do this. I know she not force me, so I say okey, you tie me now." She looked thoughtful. "I like try new things. Want to see what it like."

"I see," Emily commented. Her job interview had been nothing like this! Her prospective employers had asked all sorts of tough questions, such as "What would you do if…" Yeah. "How do your see yourself fitting in here...?" Real curly ones. Emily had left a nervous wreck, convinced that she would never hear from them again only to find a week later that NetDynamics had liked her very much and could she begin on Monday?

"Robert, she tie me up very good," Lourdes continued. "I scared at first but relax after, he very gentle."

"How did he tie you up?" Emily interjected. This was a fascinating conversation, she thought.

"She tie my hands first, behind back. I think is very secure, cannot get out, she laugh and ask if I am ok?"

"I say yes, ako si ayos."

"She laugh again, ask me if I want to continue?" Lourdes happily replied. Her eyes had assumed a slightly far-away expression. Emily was aware that several other people were listening to their conversation. "I say yes, why not?"

"Of course!" Emily laughed.

"So she tie my elbows very tight, they touch. I am shocked, never tied up like this before but I like too."

Emily gasped. It had been an unusual introduction to bondage, to say the least.

"She ask again, if I am ok. I think already she surprised coz my elbows touch." Proudly, "She say not many people can make them touch."

Robert had a point there, Emily knew. She was one of the lucky ones – her elbows still touched with ease once bound together but few people seemed to have that kind of flexibility.

"So how did you feel then?" Emily asked.

"I am surprise, it very tight but I like naman. Make me feel very helpless. I know I not escape. Feel my breasts too. Walk different."

Several people laughed at that, Emily included. She noticed that Lourdes' storytelling had attracted a small crowd. She felt happier and more relaxed than she had been for ages. It was so good to be able to share her special interests with like-minded others.

"I would hope not!" Emily laughed.

"I not escape," Lourdes theatrically sighed. "She tie me very good. So she ask me if I want to go on? I say yes!"

Lucky Lourdes, Emily thought. It had obviously been one fun introduction to bondage.

"So she tie my arms. I am enjoy now. I think already Robert know I like, coz he keep tying me up. She tie my legs. Ankles, knees, thighs. I feel I am all wrapped up now. Cannot move."

Emily could feel that familiar ache in her groin. She thoroughly empathised with Lourdes. She told her story so simply but well. The absence of extraneous detail merely served to add to its interest. "You Staiputt." someone commented. Laughter broke out following that witty sally.

"I still Staiputt since,' Lourdes giggled. "Yah, I cannot move. Very tied up now. Feel good. I feel safe but not know why. I think already is strange but I like."

I bet she did, Emily thought. She likes it very much. That much was already abundantly clear, she thought.

"Then she put me on couch, we talk more. He ask how I feel."

"I say it like being hugged all over, feel nice. He look pleased, ask if I know what a hogtie is?"

More gasps. Lourdes had everybody's attention now.

"I say no, I ask already, 'What is hogtie?'" She say, "'A hogtie is when I tie your hands to your feet.' You not escape!" Lourdes giggled. "So I say, Okey, you tie me then, maybe already I escape."

Emily laughed again. Lourdes was an amazingly irrepressible, cheeky character. It was just like her to make an inflammatory comment like that.

"So Robert, she hogtie me. She tie me very tight!" Lourdes chuckled warmly. "My hands touch feet. Cannot move now." Lourdes paused and sipped her drink before continuing. "She ask already, if I think I can escape?"

"And?" Emily prodded.

"I say no, I think I not escape. I very tied up now!"

Emily grinned. You bet… Lourdes had had some good teachers… Her rope marks were a poignant reminder of the five or so hours that she had just spent in a similar hogtie. "What happened next?"

"He ask if I want to try gag."

Emily did not have to look up to know that almost everybody within earshot was listening to Lourdes' story.

"I ask, 'What is gag?' He say, I show you. See ballgag. I am so shocked, is so big. He explain it go in mouth, not talk."

Emily looked down at the ballgag lying on the table. She was not surprised that Lourdes had been initially reluctant to try it on.

"I think already, Robert is nice man, he not hurt me – so I agree. He gag me. Gag me tight, I cannot talk." Lourdes smiled happily and picked up the ballgag sitting in front of her before thoughtfully turning it over in her fingers. "I try to talk, but cannot. Go 'mmph', just like that."

Emily convulsed with laughter. She could easily imagine Lourdes' surprise. She could hear the other people laughing as well.

Lourdes happily continued, "Make me feel really helpless – never been tied up before but I like, want to do again. Is good fun." Lourdes looked thoughtful again. "She leave me tied up for one hour, she ignore me. I struggle but not get free, she too good, I not escape." Emily pointedly glanced over in Beauty's direction. She had drifted over to listen. Beauty's cheeks went pink and she hurriedly walked away before Lourdes had time to deliver another barb. "I stay tied up, I enjoy."

"Wow!" Emily exclaimed again. "Lucky you. That must have been such good fun."

"I like very much," Lourdes agreed. "I scared at first then enjoy." She paused then said, "Robert, take off gag, she asks if I want job here. I say yes."

"Is how I got job," Lourdes concluded. "Here now."

"That was a great story," Emily commented. Lourdes was a born storyteller, she thought. "Thank you very much for telling me."

Lourdes beamed. "You ask, I tell you." She giggled, "After I say yes, Robert, she ask me if I want her to untie me. I think, say no. I want to stay tied up, is very good fun, I like."

Enthralled, Emily hung on Lourdes' every word. It was quite a tale.

"So he say yes, but you stay tied for two hour now. I agree so not untie me for two more hour."

"Did he gag you again?" someone asked.

"Yah – he gag me again. Gag me very tight, I like." Lourdes suddenly convulsed with laughter. After composing herself, she continued. "Robert say I deserve reward since I like so much, stay tied up. I wonder already, what reward?"

Emily could not help wondering – what had her reward been? Lourdes was drawing this out beautifully.

"He untie hogtie rope, stand me up, tie rope around my waist, take between leg then make tight. He says is called crotchrope, I enjoy." Lourdes sighed softly. "Yah – I enjoy very much…. It rub there, you know, like that." Her face assumed a dreamy expression. "I like so much, I come. Change pantes when I get home, very wet."

Wow, Emily breathed. No wonder she likes this. She could feel an increasing wetness in her groin. That story had really turned her on.

"Thank you for telling me, that was about the best story I have heard." Emily said. She could hear other people agreeing.

Lourdes shyly bobbed her head before asking. "Emily, how you get tied up first time?"

Emily grinned before settling back to tell her story.

"Wait!" Lourdes suddenly said. Gleefully, "I tie you first, then you tell story."

Emily giggled. "Okay, you tie me first. Hand and foot?" Being bound hand and foot would really help get her in the storytelling mood, no worries.

"Hand and foot," Lourdes happily agreed. "I tie you tight, then you tell story."

Anxious to hear all about Emily's earlier bondage adventures, Lourdes quickly re-strapped her hands and elbows together before securing her legs at ankles and knees before adding a couple more straps around her arms and torso itself. "Now you tell story!" Lourdes happily exclaimed.

Emily sat up straighter, savouring the feeling that being bound with those straps engendered. They were wonderfully, deliciously tight and she knew that they would not slip. She smiled at the attentive faces around her and began. "I used to play 'cops and robbers'… That's how I got into being tied up…"

Fifteen minutes later, Emily concluded, "But I have never seen Darren since. Sometimes, I really miss him…" Emily allowed her voice to trail off before exhaling gustily. She did miss him very much. A lot.

A momentary silence followed before Lourdes sympathetically commented, "Salamat, I like story. Is very hard, I think." She remembered meeting some pretty lonely people during their stay there. Staiputt had been a revelation for them. There had already been several engagements and a couple of marriages in the two years Staiputt had been in business. "You never know," she giggled, "Maybe already you meet him again."

"You never know," Emily agreed.

Lourdes smiled and stood up. "We eat now, or food all gone." She was positive that Emily and Darren would meet again. Maybe sooner than Emily thought.

"You untie me now?" Emily hopefully asked.

"Hindi!" Lourdes exclaimed. "You stay tied, I know you like." She giggled. "I untie legs, is all."

"Aw!"

"I gag you now?"

Hurriedly, Emily closed her mouth.

Lourdes simply smiled and calmly said, "You come, I help you choose food."