Relaxation Therapy 8 - escape bondage story

Dinner was predictably excellent and Emily felt wonderfully replete by the time they eventually reached dessert. She smiled happily. Of course, the stunning variety and quality of the Australian, Italian and French wines which Staiputt stocked in its voluminous underground cellar had helped her appreciation of the meal which they had just consumed. Emily had also been vastly impressed with the quality of the exceptionally friendly, attentive service. All in all, it had been a wonderful evening so far and it promised to get better. Judging by the happy laughter and chatter going on around them, everyone else was also enjoying the fantastic Filipino and international cuisine Staiputt offered. A sultry, cloying heat had replaced the light rain which had only just stopped falling although Lourdes was still happily wearing Emily's raincoat. However, she had kept it buttoned up as tightly as ever. Sweat beaded her lovely face but she still made no move to take it off. Emily smiled. How well she understood the way Lourdes felt about wearing plastic or rubber. Emily could hear thunder rumbling in the distance while the occasional far away flash of lightning illuminated the beach beyond.

"So Lourdes," Emily asked, after their plates had been cleared. "How did you learn to tie me up so well? Who taught you?" She knew that bondage was not an acquired skill; it was something that had to be learnt. Even the simplest ties demanded some technique, if only to prevent circulation problems and ensure that the tyee was enjoying him or herself.

"May we join you?" a pleasant but slightly accented voice said. Startled, Emily looked up. A young fair-haired gentleman was speaking to her. He had a lovely young Japanese girl in tow. She had been beautifully wrapped up in an authentic double-strand Japanese kotori harness. It had been wonderfully woven in an intricate spider web pattern from hips to neck. The hemp rope that he had used on her added immeasurably to the whole effect, Emily wonderingly thought. Very Oriental. It had been beautifully tied. She loved the way that the bottom of her harness snuggled up so gently yet firmly against her panty – covered crotch. Just tight enough to – oh my God, Emily thought. It was easy to see Miyu's obvious arousal. There was a large wet patch surrounding the zone where Emily knew Miyu's pleasure hole would be. She remembered the crotchrope that Lourdes had tied on her earlier. How long has she been wearing this for?

Guessing the direction of Emily's thoughts, she answered in a soft gentle voice, "All day."

Emily was awed. The girl was showing no signs of the sexual turmoil which had to be raging within her. Her face was calm and serene in that inscrutable Oriental manner. Emily was well aware of the highly erotic effects that Japanese style 'Love Bondage' could offer and the kotori body harness topped the list.

"And all evening too," the man smiled. "By the way, please allow me to introduce ourselves. My name is Sir Walter Grinspoon and this is my lovely companion, Miyu Miyazawa." A warm chuckle. "But I never was much one for titles. Just call me Walt or Walter."

He has got to be a Pommie, Emily thought. My God… He had to have the most magnificent moniker she had ever encountered. So very Briddish, she thought. They went for names like that. That plummy accent was unmistakeable. So how did an Pommy bloke like Walter meet a girl like her? A lord at that? It was more than likely that there would be an interesting story somewhere along the line here. She covertly studied them. Walter was an average looking bloke. There was nothing outstanding about his features, yet he had a kind open face that Emily warmed to. She liked his twinkling blue eyes. Average height, average build. No signs of a paunch, which meant he took the time to keep in shape. All in all, she liked him. Such ordinary people like us into bondage, Emily thought. And to think the community looks down on us as weird just because we like bondage. No whips and chains here… Emily also liked Miyu very much. She was slender but tall for a Japanese. Her body was somewhere between willowy and Rubenesque, Emily thought. Not schoolgirl slim, but close… Very close. But those glorious breasts… Miyu's erect nipples was the only outward sign of her arousal as well as her soaking panties. She envied Miyu's lovely body. So many curves, all in the right places. She liked Miyu's oval, open and very Oriental face. It was perhaps a little too flat to be called truly beautiful, but nevertheless she was still stunningly lovely. Her darkly expressive eyes were delightfully slanted and perfectly set off her cute ski jump nose. They radiated warmth and humour. It was a face that Emily could trust. What a lovely couple, Emily thought. She could see that they loved each other very much. It was obvious from the looks they gave each other. Even Blind Freddy could see the deep love that surrounded them. She wondered how they had met. "It's a real pleasure to meet you. I'm Emily. Emily Carmichael and this is my companion or assistant, if you like, the one and only Lourdes DeLa Cruz."

"Emily Carmichael is a lovely name," Walter complimented before holding out a chair for Miyu to sit on. "It is very English sounding."

"It is. In fact, my ancestors were from England," Emily said. "The first Carmichael, Eva Carmichael migrated from England in the ill-fated Loch Ard clipper ship. It was shipwrecked off the Victorian coast in a giant storm and there were only two survivors. Eva was one of them. Seems a cabin boy, I can't remember his name, saved her life. He helped her swim to safety in what is now known as the Loch Ard Gorge."

"Did they ever marry?" Miyu asked. Emily noticed that her English was nearly flawless.

"I'm afraid not. No romantic ending here," Emily laughed. "But she eventually did marry and now I'm here."

"Nothing grand about my surname," Walter smiled. "Just plain old Grinspoon."

Emily laughed. Walter's humour was typically British. Dry and to the point. British comedy was some of the best in the world, she knew, even if it was always raining there. Mr. Bean always cracked Emily up even if his antics occasionally made her cringe at times. But at least he is no Mr Bean, she thought. "If you don't mind my asking, how did you meet?"

"Now that is an amazing story," Walter replied. "I still do not believe it myself."

Miyu gently interjected. "I had the misfortune to have a tyre puncture on the way to the airport and this gentleman helped me change the tyre." She looked lovingly in Walter's direction. "What Walter will never tell you is that it was a filthy night. It was pouring with rain and he still found the time to help me. He was soaked but he I was able to catch my flight because of his generosity."

Walter broke in: "I was amazed when I saw her at the airport. Miyu had taken off her raincoat and she was wearing her pilot's uniform, which I had not seen before because it was so dark and cold."

"Yes and I was very surprised when I saw you standing in the long queue," Miyu smiled. "You looked like a drowned rat."

"I will never forget what happened next. Miyu escorted me over from the queue for Economy and over to First. Red carpet and all that. Jolly good show."

"Several people complained," Miyu recalled, "and I told them that he had never caught a plane before and that he did not understand where to stand."

Walter laughed. "And bless me but if she didn't personally ensure I was upgraded from Economy to First Class!" Walter chortled. "It was a long flight so I was very grateful." Walter continued. "I bumped into Miyu afterwards and I guess things went on from there."

Emily was full of questions. "Walter said you were a pilot, Miyu. You fly airplanes for a living?" she asked.

"Yes, I do," Miyu shyly replied.

"She flies the Concorde," Walter said. "Jumbos before that – that was when I met her before she transferred to Concorde. Wonderful girl. Off duty, she maintains and flies a Tiger Moth she restored and re-built herself."

Emily was enormously impressed. It was obvious that she was a real aviation enthusiast. Miyu was quite a girl. The Concorde! The beautiful sleek supersonic passenger jets had recently gone back into service after being cleared as safe to fly after the horrific Air France Concorde crash in France, which killed all 113 on board, 117 total, including 4 on the ground. A sharp piece of metal found lying on the runway was found to be to blame. The tremendous heat generated from the sliced open, exploding tire fragments had punched a hole into the soft underbelly of Concorde's beautiful delta wing, igniting the jet fuel being consumed by its gigantic engines. She would never forget the TV footage of the horrifying last few moments of it's demise as the stricken Concorde geysered a trail of flame 60 metres long before flipping over and crashing into a hotel. Their tyres had been strengthened and extra (Kevlar) cladding installed around the engines and fuel tanks but that was all. She had never guessed that such an unassuming person flew planes like that for a living. Most pilots were brash and cocky but Miyu was not. "Oh my," she said. "That's a great job. Who do you fly for?"

"I work for British Airways," Miyu replied.

How did they get into this bondage thing together? Emily wondered. Curiousity filled her while she studied the couple.

"By the way, I suppose you are wondering how we got into bondage together," Walter commented.

"Actually, yes, I was," Emily replied.

"Wonderful story, that," Walter mused. "Jolly rum show..."

"He still does not believe that one too," Miyu gently teased. "After running into each other again after the flight, we got to talking and things went on from there."

"Miyu asked me out for dinner, would you believe?" Walter said. "She said that she still had not thanked me properly. As if," he chuckled richly. "She said that the flight was on the airline but dinner was on her. How could I possibly refuse an offer like that?"

Emily laughed. Of course not, you hypocrite!

"It was not until we had met for dinner that I realised who he was," Miyu said. "His name, some of the things he said. I knew it had to be him."

"You know, I was very surprised when Miyu told me how much she liked my website."

"You should have seen him almost choke," Miyu giggled.

"I asked her, "'What website?'" Walter grinned. "Miyu said, 'You know which one. The website you call The Romance of Restraint.' I swear, you could have knocked me down with a feather then."

"And the result was history," Miyu commented. "I have always loved being tied up ever since I was a little girl, I'll have to tell you how and why later and I used to surf all the bondage sites when I was younger. Still do." Miyu giggled and said, "The Romance of Restraint was and still is, one of my favourite sites."

Walter laughed. "Jolly good show, what?" He leant around and wrapped Miyu in a bear hug before gently releasing her. "When she told me her favourite site was called The Romance of Restraint, I knew that I had found the girl I had been looking for, for so long."

"Very good story," Lourdes commented. "I like very much." Her eyes were suspiciously moist, Emily noted. It was a fantastic story… Mills and Boon would never publish their tale but even so…

"Me too," said Emily. She could not believe that this was the same bloke who had been behind so many enjoyable hours surfing the content of one of her favourite sites. So many stories and pictures. Yep. Emily knew how much she was looking forwards to exchanging stories and experiences with them. It seemed this was a night for story telling. Bondage war stories. Emily could hardly believe that she actually was tied up hand and foot as well as casually chatting about bondage as though it was gardening, stamp collecting or football they were discussing. Whatever. The entire experience had an air of unreal surrealism about it. Nevertheless, the straps binding her were all too real. Emily squirmed happily in her bonds. She could feel the rubber wear clinging stickily against her skin as well and it was a heavenly feeling. Staiputt was going to be the best break that she had ever had. Australia and work was long since forgotten. "Walter and Miyu, Lourdes and I were talking about how she came to be here and I believe you were going to tell me how you got to be so good at this tying up bit?" She added for their benefit. "She really did the job on me earlier. I could not escape."

"Yah, you not escape," Lourdes smirked.

Walter laughed. "Make sure Emily doesn't escape or we'll all be in trouble."

Lourdes grinned happily. "Walang problema, Emily safe with me."

"I am so glad to hear that." Sarcastic.

"She safe now, not escape," Lourdes mused. "You ask already how I learn the ropes?"

Both Emily and Miyu spoke at the same time. "Yes please!"

"Okey, I tell you," Lourdes agreed. "I work here, five months, Robert, she teach me a little but say I must spend time being tied up so I understand how it feel, only way to learn is be bound naman. Learn to be bondage slave, submit, like that, you know." Lourdes thoughtfully continued. "Some people come here, they not like be bound, only tie girl. Others, they want to be bound – like Emily. So they tie me up, I like," she giggled. "Tie me up all the time, I learn. I say, tie me up any way you like, they enjoy very much. Know what comfortable, what not comfortable."

"Didn't you ever have trouble with people abusing you or being rough?" Emily asked. It was a very real concern. Not everyone was as nice and genuine as Walter or Miyu. Lourdes was placing herself in a very vulnerable position once bound.

"We warn client first after make booking. Tell them again when check in – we tell them they have obligations naman. Make trouble – throw out; no refund. Tell them every room wired – TV, sound. Film only opened in front of lawyer and police if make trouble. Security guards here." Emily remembered reading those warnings and she had been impressed. Staiputt clearly took both client/staff comfort and security extremely seriously. "Ask for passport, drivers license, credit card, we hold, walang problema!" Lourdes brightly said. She lowered her voice as if confiding a secret. "But you know, most people come, they very nice, very considerate, treat me with respect."

Emily smiled. "That's good." It was true; bondage did attract the nicest people. It was as if aware of their own differences, they tended to be more humble, caring and considerate. Such people also tended to be more tolerant and open-minded of others. One reason for Staiputt's existence was that clients were allowed to feel totally comfortable wearing the most outlandish fetish gear or play in front of others, secure in the knowledge that they would not be cast as outsiders here or made to feel uncomfortable in any way. It was not that most people were ashamed of what they were or their sexuality, it was just that the outside world was not big enough to accept their differences. It was why gay people had their own resorts – the same principles applied. And Staiputt catered for those into erotic and fun 'Love Bondage' enthusiasts. It was the first and only place of its kind anywhere. Not the other relatively kink-happy Jamaica's Club Hedonism came close.

"After five month," Lourdes continued, "Robert, she see me again, we talk. She very happy with me. She ask if I want go overseas to learn how to tie someone up so is secure, comfortable. He say, you train now."

Emily laughed again. That surpassed any training trips that she had ever undertaken. Why was training at work never this fun? she thought. "When was that?"

"Six months ago. I go to USA. California. I stay, train four - five weeks, come back home then."

"Oh my word." Emily envied Lourdes very much. "Who trained you? Where did you go?"

"I go see Harmony, they train me. Very hard but I enjoy. Meet lots of people, make new friends."

I bet… Emily thought. Lucky Lourdes… If only all jobs were like this… Even her own challenging marketing job just did not compare. Never mind those unfortunates slaving away in dead-end banking or insurance clerical jobs.

"Chelsea, Simone Devon, Lorelei, they train me," Lourdes said. "Show me what to do. Talk about safety a lot, I listen, they say bondage about fun, not pain or torture. Safety, sane and consensual very important, they say. Talk it with partner first, make sure she happy, respect limits, like that you know."

Emily was even more impressed. At least she was in good hands here. Lourdes knew the ropes, so to speak. Additionally, the trouble, effort and likely expense involved in training Lourdes and doubtlessly, others like her proved Staiputt was no cheapskate fly-by-night operation.

"Then they begin second part of training, show me how to tie up person proper. Not escape!" Lourdes giggled. "Show me techniques, they tie me up, I tie them up," Lourdes commented. "Show me everything. Hogtie, chair-tie, strappado, spreadeagle, like that."

"You must have had a lot of fun," Walter enviously commented.

"Very much fun," Lourdes agreed. "I not want go home but I must," she giggled.

"Lourdes - what is your favourite position, I mean, how do you like to be tied up most?" Miyu asked. Emily felt slightly dizzy. This conversation that they were having was so far outside her experience that it just did not compute. Nevertheless, Emily knew that she would not trade places with anyone in the world, not even Bill Gates and his 81 plus billion-dollar fortune. She could not help wondering if Gates was really a happy man. There were some things that money could not buy and this wonderful friendly companionship with like-minded others was one of them. She looked at Miyu who smiled warmly back. Her bonds were magnificent. She gulped and tried to stop her eyes watering. Only a person like Emily, Miyu or the others clustered around them could begin how good it was to be able to discuss bondage with like-minded others. Back home, her girlfriends were interested in men, clothes, babies (the married ones could go on for ages about their new kids, who resembled whom and so on, ad infinitum) and who was having an affair with whom.

"I like hogtie best," Lourdes replied.

"Me too!" Miyu laughed. "I love it when Walt ties me up so tight that I cannot move."

Walter laughed and placed one broad arm around Miyu who cuddled closer against him. "Sometimes, Miyu asks me to leave her tied up all day or all night."

"Same here," Emily said. "I wonder why everyone likes hogties so much? Maybe that's because they not only feel so good but also because they are so restrictive as well. It doesn't look that restrictive but it is." She looked at Lourdes. "When Lourdes tied me up, I could hardly move a single inch."

"A really good hogtie is absolutely inescapable," Walter mused. "It's impossible to get out of unless you slip up and leave any kind of knot exposed near the hands."

"It is all about leverage. If you tie everything up right, it makes it very hard to move your hands, arms or feet in order to try and loosen knots or ropes," Miyu said.

"Yup - make sure knots are out of reach naman," Lourdes commented. "Walang problema, she stay tied up, not escape."

Emily grinned. "I know." She looked over in Beauty's direction. Beauty had been surreptiously watching them all evening. "But watch out, I think she is planning something."

Lourdes chortled, "She tie me, I escape." Emily looked around. Several tables had been cleared away as well as the area where the smorgasbord had earlier tempted them. The food had been absolutely magnificent. She would have to watch her weight, Emily knew. That food was simply too good. It would not be hard to absolutely gorge onself. The band was singing the theme song from the film 'Tie me up, Tie me down.' Several couples as well as a couple of guests and their Personal Assistants were happily tying each other up in various ways. She could not decide which was more interesting, the conversation or the show developing before them. One girl was being roped into a tight hogtie; another was being lashed to one of the support poles holding the roof up. A small group of Filipino girls was gigglingly hogtying the blond guy she had seen earlier. Judging from the amount of rope they were using on him, it did not look like he would be going anywhere soon. His mouth had already been thoroughly packed full with cloth before being held in place with a very tight cleave gag. Freed of their duties, a couple of waiters and waitresses had remained behind and they were also busily roping each other up. Real staff togetherness, Emily sarcastically thought. Back home, it was often a race to see who could have their desks cleared by the time five o'clock rolled around in order to be the first out.

Suddenly, Emily felt a shadow fall upon her. She looked up. It was Beauty. She had a huge pile of rope gripped in one hand. Beauty smiled and said, "Hey, Lourdes, I challenge you now. I tie you, you not escape."

"Okey," Lourdes drawled, "You tie me now, I escape."

"Ha!" Beauty snorted. "I think already you not escape." She leant over and said, "I tie you up very, very good, you never escape!"

"We see," Lourdes smiled complacently although she was secretly thrilling to the challenge. "Is OK, Emily?" she asked before rising.

"Go ahead, Lourdes," Emily smiled. This was one contest that she would really enjoy watching. She wondered if Lourdes would get the better of Beauty again. Somehow, she doubted it. Beauty looked awfully confident. It was unlikely that she would have challenged Lourdes like that unless supremely confident of winning.

"You think already I not escape, ha?" Lourdes jeered.

"O-oh!" Beauty agreed. Yes.

"If I get free, I tie you up, you stay tied till morning," Lourdes challenged.

"Okey," Beauty smiled. "But if I win, you stay tied up until morning! You not escape," she taunted.

Lourdes shrugged eloquently before getting up. "Is okey by me, you tie me now then I escape." Her eyes twinkled with happy merriment. It was obvious that she was looking forwards to being bound. Emily suspected that Lourdes would not exactly be devastated if she lost. Sometimes losing does have its compensations, she thought. Like here…

"Walter, what is the time now?" Emily asked. She wanted to have some idea how long the loser would have to spend in bondage. Lourdes had also promised to tie her up later. She wondered what would happen if Lourdes lost and had to remain bound.

"It is almost eleven o'clock now," Walter answered. That late? Emily was surprised. She could not believe how quickly the time had passed. She wriggled happily, secure in her bonds before settling back to watch Lourdes and Beauty. Her elbows remained locked together as tightly as ever and Emily was highly aware of the fact. She loved the clingy sticky feeling as the rubber wear clung stickily against her body in the balmy warmth of the tropical night. She could not remember being more supremely happy than now. Bondage was her life, Emily knew and right now she was living life to the full. She quickly glanced at Walter and Miyu who also looked contented and happy. Miyu had burrowed up against Walter who was protectively cradling her in his arms. A large blue ball-gag now resided in her mouth, Emily noticed.

Meanwhile, Beauty fetched a thick foam rubber mat, which Staiputt thoughtfully provided for these outdoor demonstrations or competitions before setting it down on the floor in front of Emily and her companions. Obviously the comfort and welfare of the bindee was paramount here, Emily mused. It was a nice little touch. It wasn't much fun lying helplessly bound and gagged on a hard stone floor. It was around three or four inches thick and for feet wide by six long.

Emily watched with rapt interest while Beauty continued her preparations. She was untangling and sorting the rope into various lengths. Lourdes was busily and unselfconsciously undressing until she stood before them in her birthday suit. Emily remembered hearing Beauty say, "Take clothes off now, then I tie you."

Lourdes giggled, "I escape. Escape like last time," she boasted.

Beauty glowered and commented, "We see. I think already you talk too much. Gag." She pointed to the harness ball-gag hanging loosely around Lourde's neck. Emily tried to stifle a giggle. Lourdes was deliberately baiting Beauty. Oh yes, Lourdes knew full well that Beauty would seek to exact retribution but she had continued to carry on nevertheless. Emily smiled. How often had she behaved in exactly the same way as a girl, seeking to be bound all the more tightly in order to prove her wrong about escaping? It would be interesting to see what Beauty did.

Emily watched with disbelief while Lourdes happily gagged herself, pulling each strap as tight as it would go. "Ver good. You not talk now," Beauty chuckled. "Gag stay on all night." Meanwhile, Lourdes pulled on the last strap as tightly as she could as if in agreement. However, her eyes flashed defiance while she buckled up the last strap beneath her chin before allowing Beauty to padlock everything shut. Emily could see how much both were enjoying themselves. And that was what bondage was all about wasn't it? she thought as Beauty leisurely selected a piece of cord. It could be as sexy as you liked but the bottom line was fun.

Even Walter had joined the party. He had begun roping Miyu's hands behind her in the favourite Japanese version of the shinju breast tie. Rope circled Miyu above and below her full breasts. Emily knew that her hands would be connected to that same piece of rope. He had folded her arms at the elbows so that the forearms lay parallel to each other before lashing her hands together. Miyu was squirming helplessly, making tiny mewing sounds into her gag while Walter carried on with tying her up.

Emily turned her attention back to Lourdes and Beauty. Beauty had Lourdes' hands tied behind her now. She had pushed her arms back so that they were folded like Miyu's but she had bound each wrist separately to the other arm just below the elbow. Emily had a feeling that Lourdes would be staying put for the duration. Those bonds looked tight. Even Lourdes' confident smile was slightly strained now.

Beauty was smiling beautifully after pulling Lourdes into an exquisitely tight little ball. Breasts hard up against knees. Legs folded back and tied together such that Lourde's ankles met the underside of her thighs. Rope covered almost every inch of Lourdes' body and everything was tied, knotted and interconnected with everything else in such a way that it would not only be quite impossible for her to escape but also added additional strain or erotic pressure on varying parts of her body, no matter which way or that she struggled. Emily almost choked on her drink when she heard the low, soft moans of arousal and sexual pleasure coming from Lourdes. Her eyes were blazing with a fierce light as she happily fought her bonds. It was obvious that Lourdes was not exactly unhappy about the proposition that she might lose their wager before being required to spend the night like this.