Relaxation Therapy 9 | bondage story | rubber hood bound

Lourdes was busily trying to exploit any possible weakness in the ropes binding her and Emily could not help smiling despite the knowledge that there was every chance she might end up being equally tightly tied up after this party ended. Over two dozen people, many of them bound and/or gagged in one way or another, were currently dancing the night away while several other couples were taking turns with tying each other up. Although Lourdes was far from ready to admit any such thing as defeat, Emily had a feeling that she would not find any loose ends, so to speak. It was obvious to all that Beauty had really done the job on her this time and Emily grinned again. Payback was always such fun, she thought.

Lourdes' fate reminded Emily more than ever about the games she used to play with Darren and she could not help gustily sighing while she thought about him and his delightful versions of 'payback' if she ever got too cheeky. Dear sweet, kind Darren. He was so good to me. I always felt safe with him.

"Why so sad?" a clear, sweet voice suddenly said and Emily glanced up. Beauty. She had soundlessly approached upon light feet while she was thinking about Darren. "You not like Staiputt?"

"No, no, I… like," Emily hurriedly reassured Beauty who managed to look as worried as a hospital nurse caring for a desperately sick patient. Her lovely, expressive face was full of concern and Emily smiled. Even Beauty's eyes were as wide and round as saucers and she could not help absent-mindedly wondering if she was about to cry. These people were warm, friendly and caring in a way her far more materialistic Western counterparts had no hope of matching. Their outlook upon life was deceptively simple but Emily was already aware that her host's apparent lack of worldliness masked a steely core and an ability to work hours that would leave her colleagues gasping for breath. Rather, it was their sheer friendliness and their willingness to celebrate the joy of life and all it had to offer that often marked them as something less than sophisticated. Her host's unjudgemental attitudes towards people and life was a sea change from the outlook that many of her colleagues adopted where an ability to look bored and sip cocktails in such a way not only counted for everything but also indicated their so-called quality of breeding. Their broken, fractured English also helped add the impression that they were a few bananas short of a bunch but Emily was painfully aware that they were way ahead of her because all she knew was a couple of basic words. 'Hindi' obviously meant 'no'. 'O'o' was 'Yes' and that was about the extent of her knowledge of that language.

Suddenly aware that Beauty was waiting for her to continue, Emily swallowed, gulped another breath of warm, humid air before speaking. "Sorry… I was… thinking about my old friend…"

"Kaibigan na?" Puzzled. "Your… friend?"

"My friend, Darren," Emily replied. "He used to… tie me up. All the time. We used to play… tying up games together. I… liked it."

"Hindi ko ho naiintindihan…" Beauty mused.

"Huh?"

"I don't… understand." Beauty glanced around like a traveller waiting for a friend at a railway station. "Where… Darren? He… not here?"

"Not here," Emily sighed.

"Why?" Then, "You not friends now?"

"Hindi… Not like that… He was… my best friend. But we… lost touch," Emily explained. "They… moved house so… I have not seen him since."

"Waaah!" Beauty exclaimed. "I sorry he gone. You like him very much, ha?"

"Oh yes," Emily smiled. "I liked him very much."

"You love him?"

Emily could not help flinching like a student called upon to answer a question in class. Beauty's question was… a little close to the bone. In Australia, her questioning would have been considered offensive but she had already spent enough time here to learn that such behaviour was expected, almost mandatory. It was a sign of interest, rather than the out and out nosiness it might have been considered back home.

"I liked Darren… very much," Emily carefully replied. "It could have been… love but he moved when we were only 15 or 16."

"I think already you miss him very much," Beauty observed.

"I miss him a… lot," Emily replied. She was surprised with the feeling she could hear within her reply.

"I will pray to God," Beauty said before another flashing smile lit up her face. "God, he hear your prayers."

"That's what Lourdes said," Emily replied. "She said the same thing."

Beauty nodded knowingly. "Faith… is… very important here. You have faith, solve all problem. God, He listens. God, He help you."

I hope so, Emily thought. I'd love to see him again. Her new friend's faith was as simple as it was touching and it made her feel much better. Suddenly, she noticed Lourdes who was intently watching their conversation and she smiled. "Look, Beauty, I think Lourdes can't escape."

"Haaaaaaaaaaaa!" Beauty happily exclaimed. "She not escape!"

The expression upon her beautiful face was one of pure, undiluted glee and Emily grinned. Her dark, liquid eyes were alight with a wicked merriment and Emily could not help laughing before asking, "Are you really going to keep her tied up until tomorrow?"

"O'O!" Beauty laughed. "She stay tied up."

"What about me?" Emily curiously asked. "I thought Lourdes was supposed to be my… personal assistant or something like that."

"O ya…" Beauty giggled. "I stay with you tonight. Not allowed… leave alone. I make sure Lourdes, you, both ayos."

"Oh, I see…" Emily thoughtfully replied. "Um… does that mean I have to be tied up as well?"

Lourdes' sudden, explosive giggle was all the answer Emily needed. "O'o!"

"All night?"

"All night. You like?" Beauty beamed.

"Uhmm… I'm not sure." Emily could not help quailing while she thought about the cheerless prospect of being kept bound and gagged until tomorrow morning. It would be nice to stretch out for once but… It did not look like they intended giving her even that chance and for the first time, Emily regretted ticking the box upon the electronic form they had sent her after booking her stay at Staiputt. The one stating she wished to be kept constantly bound and gagged until the moment of departure.

And that still lay a whole two weeks away. Oh my God.

Ticking that box had seemed like a good idea at the time but Emily was suddenly far less sure about the wisdom behind doing so. She had never previously assumed that they would take her wishes so… literally. Earlier, her bondage was nothing more than a terribly sexy… game but it suddenly assumed an importance, a seriousness much greater than any game.

Nevertheless, she could not help feeling a tingle of excitement invading her body, marching down the length of her back, raising the hairs upon her scalp while she thought about being kept helplessly tied up all night. This was bondage, real bondage of a kind that she had craved during the past long, lonely years since Darren moved house. She could feel her loins stirring with excitement in a way that she had not experienced since being tied up when she was younger. Even the large dildo buried deep within her tingling cleft failed to mask the sudden longing which she could feel spreading outwards within her body like a runaway nuclear reaction.

Although Emily was still deeply unsure about being bound and gagged all night, she could feel another part of her brain relishing the… predicament that she suddenly found herself in. Half the attraction of bondage was only physical. The way her bonds felt after being tied up… The cool, slippery smooth grip of the rubber surrounding her body, caressing each pore of her skin added to the lover's touch that was her bondage. However, these formed but one element, Emily knew. The other was locked away within her mind and it was only moments like these that drew out the mental element that would help allow her to fully enjoy and appreciate her bondage that much more.

Emily could not help feeling as though she had entered a parallel universe where not all is as it seems, a place where the extraordinary becomes the norm and one learns to expect the unexpected. It was a slightly dizzying sensation that left her swaying for balance while she struggled to regain even a small measure of composure. Emily was acutely aware that she had long since lost whatever amount of freedom that she had once possessed after passing through the tall Staiputt gates earlier that day. The straps binding her arms together behind her back were an all too tangible element of her… bondage.

Therefore, it came as a shock when Emily realized that Staiputt and people like Lourdes had given her something far more important – the freedom that she had unconsciously been seeking, craving during her tenure at work. She remembered the long days when she had felt trapped, caged like a wild animal within the crushing pressure of the corporate jungle that she had once inhabited. Here, there were no such pressures, worries or the unspoken norms of corporate life that she had been expected to fulfil. Here, within the secure comfort of Staiputt, Emily felt that she could, at long last, simply be herself, relax, between casting away all the shackles that had burdened her down with their leaden weight whilst working for NetDynamics. The myriad unspoken rules and regulations governing almost every aspect of her corporate life, right down to the colour of the stockings she wore, the inhibitions holding her back were long gone and it was another form of freedom. No one cared if she wore shiny rubber dresses or kinky yellow plastic raincoats all day long. Not here. The non-judgmental attitude of Staiputt was a wonderfully refreshing change from the stifling hothouse environment of her work where people were often judged as much upon their manner of dress as the quality of the work they produced.

More to the point, once helplessly bound and gagged, that was it. All she could do was relax, accept the inevitable and it was the kind of… therapy that Emily realised had been missing from her life. Her ultimate freedom lay within her utter, complete inability to do… anything after being tied up hand and foot. Additionally, bondage offered a safety, a security that was utterly lacking elsewhere. Being bound hand and foot made Emily feel as though she was being hugged from head to toe and it was an incredible feeling. It was then and only then, that real freedom became possible when the physical seamlessly merged with the mental element to produce a 'high' that could last for hours. Best of all, it was a wholly natural high that did not require the aid of mood or mind-altering drugs to achieve. It was a magic spell that even Harry Potter and his wand would have trouble reproducing, Emily thought.

Suddenly, Beauty was speaking again, abruptly shattering Emily's impromptu thoughts. "…like?"

"I'm sorry, I… didn't quite catch that," Emily mumbled, aware of the amused glance that Lourdes was directing her way.

"You… not like?" Beauty politely inquired while her eyebrows drooped together as one.

"I like… but…" Emily felt trapped. She was not enthusiastic about spending the remainder of the night in some strict bondage or another. Nevertheless, it did not appear as though she was going to be given much choice or say in the matter. She could see Beauty thoughtfully contemplating the ballgag that had been her constant companion before dinner. It was a glowing red orb that suddenly captured her attention as if she had been ensorcelled. The thing was huge, alive and Emily hoped that Beauty was not thinking about putting it back in her mouth.

It was not too late, Emily thought while Beauty reverently picked it up before studying it the way a serious shopper might study an expensive pair of shoes. She could see the ball growing, filling her vision while Beauty turned it one way and that before casually approaching. What if I use my safeword? She remembered receiving a special safeword from Staiputt along with her confirmation of booking along with a specific set of instructions how to use it.

The ball was closer now and it gleamed redly, wickedly under the light reflecting off its glossy surface while Emily frantically thought about what to say next. I don't want to be tied up all night! Nevertheless, Emily also realised that it was something she wanted very much. The absoluteness of the bondage about to come was a turn-on almost beyond belief and Emily did not have to look to see how wet the inside of her rubber panties were. Backing out was impossible. She knew that Beauty would not accept 'no' as an answer. Begging, pleading was completely useless under the circumstances and Emily could not help uncomfortably squirming like a naughty puppy caught with Master's favourite slipper. Well, you wanted this. You signed up for this, didn't you? Beauty was carefully undoing the last buckle that remained in place, the one that went under her chin. Although she still retained the option of using her prearranged safeword or signal anytime she liked, Emily sensed that Lourdes would be awfully disappointed with her if she opted out now. Emily knew that she had to go ahead, do it and join Lourdes in tight, inescapable bondage together as a gesture of solidarity.

"I think already… you… like," Beauty smiled while she held the ball aloft as if it was a trophy bass. "House rules. Bind guests… all night. Is rule. Now, I gag you."

Before Emily had a chance to reply, Beauty baldly continued as if gagging people into silence was the most ordinary thing in the world, "You join Lourdes tonight. Sleep good tonight, ha?"

'What about the party?' Emily wanted to say. It was already in full swing. She could just make out a pair of beautiful, dusky raven-haired, bare-breasted Filipina girls gyrating about upon the dancefloor with their partners but that was where the similarity began and ended. Both were wearing ballgags similar to the one Beauty was proffering and their hands and elbows were tightly lashed together behind them. One girl was sporting an obviously tight crotchrope and Emily could not help wondering about the amount and level of the sexual torment it must be creating. However, they were clearly used to being bound like this because their bonds in no way restricted their graceful movement around the floor. While Emily enviously watched them, several other couples immediately joined the other young people dancing the night away. Even Sir Walter and Miyu happily rose before stepping out on the floor just as the music changed and a slow, dreamy waltz began. The love in Miyu's eyes was obvious for all to see as she rubbed the ballgag filling her mouth against Walter's lips in an improbably erotic gag kiss even while they sashayed around the floor in each other's arms. Only Miyu's kotori rope harness remained along with the gag in her mouth while they continued holding each other close and Emily envied them the great love that they obviously shared together.

Accurately guessing the direction that Emily's thoughts were taking, Beauty giggled, "We have party every night," before continuing as if lecturing a young child, "You sleep tonight, have rest, ha?"

All Emily could do was reluctantly nod assent moments before Beauty laughingly pressed the ball against her lips. Despite her weariness, she could not help wondering how on earth she was going to sleep after Beauty completed binding her for the night. She had no idea how Beauty planned to tie her up but two things were certain. It would be tight and it would be equally inescapable. "… en mouth."

Emily sighed before inhaling a life giving draught of air and obediently opening wide.

Without further ado, Beauty pushed the huge red ball home, locking it in place behind her teeth. A sudden white-hot heat flared up within her aching loins while Beauty did up each strap as tightly as she could, sealing the ball firmly in place within her mouth and Emily knew that it would be staying put until such a time her captor decided to remove it. She had a horrible feeling that ultimate removal might lie hours away. Beauty confirmed Emily's worst fears when she felt her applying each padlock, one by one until each buckle was locked in place. Oh no… Not even twelve yet. Her gag wasn't going to turn into a pumpkin and go away either.

Suddenly, much to her surprise, Emily felt Beauty's quicksilver hands undoing each strap pinning her legs together before re-applying her travelling chains and the feeling of being in absolute, complete bondage abruptly returned, stronger than ever. It was a heady feeling and a sudden surge of joy swelled her heart while Beauty smilingly completed shackling her ankles together. It was bondage of a kind that she had not even experienced with Darren who had usually been willing to let her go after a couple of hours or so. This was different. They were not going to allow her even the slightest moment of freedom or offer so much as a single escape opportunity and that made all the difference.

After attending to her legs, Beauty stood up before untying Emily's bound arms and she luxuriously stretched out full length, aware that she might not obtain another opportunity to do so until the next morning. Nevertheless, she could not help being slightly surprised that Beauty had even allowed her that much… freedom, illusory as it was, until she realised that she was only being untied so that she could put her raincoat back on because it was still raining. Still raining? Oh my word

"O'o, Umuulan," Beauty giggled. "Means... It's raining. Put raincoat on."

Beauty was holding it out for her and Emily quickly glanced around after taking it from her hands, anxious to prolong the little movement that she had available. It was literally raining cats and dogs and it was much heavier than only a couple of hours ago. While she incredulously stared outside, Emily could not help marvelling how the heavens were capable of holding so much water. Where's Noah and his Ark? It was a shiny, silver curtain that blotted out everything within twenty or so metres of the central dining area and disco. Even the phalanx of lights leading down towards the beach appeared as ghostly haloes of crystal. Each was unsteadily hovering like so many UFO's in flight amidst the wall of water obscuring them. It was an eerie, almost otherworldly sight that only added to the sense of unreality clouding her brain while she carefully pulled on her raincoat before buttoning everything up and pulling the hood over her head. The gag filling her mouth was a reminder that she was no longer of this world. It had long since ceased to exist. Emily felt as though she had arrived upon another planet altogether while she did up the tapes holding the plastic hood of her raincoat tight around her face. A world where bondage was all, the accepted norm, the unconventional, conventional. In short, a place where anything went.

After doing up her raincoat, Emily looked up to notice Beauty holding up the straps which Lourdes had earlier used to secure her arms. No, No… She hurriedly shook her head. Not yet. Being tied up all night was one thing. But surely this was going a little far? Suddenly, the miniscule amount of 'freedom' left remaining suddenly assumed an importance greater than all other.

"Is rule." Beauty's voice was firm, uncompromising. "Not escape. Hands behind back. I tie you."

Emily could not help sighing again although the effect of her displeasure was largely lost because all she could do was breathe out her nose. Suddenly, she understood how the unfortunate blacks captured by the Arabs before being on-sold into a life of slavery and servitude, must have felt. Being gagged, shackled, and strapped up was not far different from the way they had all been chained together to prevent escape upon the march through the fetid, stinking jungles before reaching the coast and the barracoons. Nevertheless, it was exciting beyond belief being treated so… casually, as if she was a slave. Well – that's what I am – a slave. A bondage slave.

However, much to her surprise, Emily also felt strangely free while she reluctantly crossed her hands behind her back for binding. Normally, as head of NetDynamics' Internet division, the majority of decision-making was left up to her and there were times when the power and responsibility invested in her was simply a burden. Always on the go, giving orders, running the show, controlling this and that, it was very different having all control stripped away until she practically had nothing left but the shackles binding her and it was an immensely liberating feeling. In a way, Emily thought, it was a big relief being relieved of all decision-making, control and allowing others to decide everything for her.

Before Emily had time to ponder the situation, she felt her arms being pulled together and tightly strapped together until they felt as though they had been welded together. She could not help squirming with a deep, atavistic pleasure while Beauty carefully tightened each strap until she was satisfied that she would be unable to squirm or wriggle her way out of them. She could move her hands about a little but that was the extent of movement she had available. Meanwhile, ever careful, Beauty made doubly sure that she would not be able to obtain any leverage whatsoever by using several of the remaining straps to secure her bound arms hard up against her back. One went around Emily's waist, just above her bound wrists while the other two were applied just above and below her breasts before being pulled tight.

"You not escape," Beauty chuckled while she happily inspected her handiwork.

About all Emily could do was ruefully agree. Escape lay further away than ever and given the care which her… captors handled each person under their care, it was something about as likely as sprouting wings and flying away.

"Come," Beauty ordered before attaching a leather collar around her neck and clipping a long, slim lead upon the 'D' shaped ring adorning the front of the instrument of her ultimate submission and surrender. "We go room now."

Emily nodded. And I'm going to be tied up all night.

"Then I tie you good. Untie tomorrow morning, ha?"

Suddenly, a sweet voice interrupted the one-sided conversation and Emily glanced around. It was Miyu. The ballgag decorating her face was gone and a brilliant, dazzling smile had taken its place. "Good night, Emily," she said, as casually as if farewelling a friend anywhere but Staiputt. "It was lovely meeting you and I hope we'll get the chance to chat again tomorrow. Anyway, I hope you have a good night's sleep and sweet dreams."

Oh, thanks, Emily thought. She could feel both the dildo and buttplug trapped within the nether regions of her body moving around with each step that she took and she hoped that Beauty would allow her to remove them before being bound for the night. You too.

"Say paa'lam," Beauty teased

What?

"Paa'lam," Beauty giggled. "Means goodbye."

Emily decided she might as well try. "Oooo—aaattt…"

Unfortunately, the effect of her delivery was lost within the rivulets of drool collecting around the sides of her mouth and oozing outwards. The size of the ball filling her mouth meant that there was nowhere else her saliva could go and so she had little option but to allow it to escape out the sides of her mouth and watch everything dribbling down the front of her raincoat, much to her embarrassment.

"See you tomorrow," Miyu giggled and Emily blushed again. She could feel her face reddening until she was sure that the colour of her skin must match that of the ball filling her mouth. It was one of the few occasions that she actively cursed the beautiful fair complexion that her family was famous for producing. Concealing her embarrassment was all but impossible under such circumstances and Emily felt her cheeks heating up again while Beauty uttered a most unladylike snort of laughter. Damn this gag… Otherwise, I'd give you what for.

Suddenly, Emily noticed that Lourdes was missing and she hurriedly glanced around. Where is she? It was highly unlikely that her Personal Assistant had somehow escaped while Beauty was preparing her for the journey back to her room.

"Look for Lourdes, ha?" Beauty giggled.

Emily nodded again. It was about all she could manage given that any coherent level of speech was impossible with the huge ball occupying her mouth.

"We take her to room," she chortled. "In cart."

Oh. Clearly, these people never missed so much as a single trick. Staiputt thought of everything. It was becoming increasingly obvious that they were really on the ball here, Emily mused while Beauty cheerfully towed her along the length of the dining room until reaching the spacious lobby where the modified golf-cart was waiting. At last she could see where Lourdes had gone.

Lourdes was still lying in the same tight little ball that Beauty had tied her into, upon the back tray while its drivers patiently waited up front with the stoicness peculiar of all Asian people. Despite the tightness of her bondage and the gag filling her mouth, Lourdes somehow managed a cheeky grin out the corners of her mouth while her flashing eyes crinkled with laughter and merriment when she spotted her almost equally tightly bound and gagged friend.

Emily looked longingly upon the covered back seats while Beauty pulled on the raincoat that Lourdes had borrowed off her only a few hours earlier. Her stilettos were anything but easy to wear with her arms so tightly strapped together behind her.

"We walk," Beauty smiled before ordering the cart away. "I like walk in rain. You like? Is fun, I think."

"Mmmhgghhmmmm," Emily agreed. Rainy day walks was high upon her list of favourite pleasures and she was delighted that Beauty apparently thought along the same lines.

"I like raincoat," Beauty happily gurgled after pulling the hood tight around her face and doing up the drawstrings until only her bright, happy face was visible beneath expanse of yellow vinyl she was wearing. "Look, feel nice."

Emily could feel her heart tightening with pleasure and… sympathy while Beauty dreamily ran both hands down the slick, smooth sides of the glossy, shiny yellow raincoat that she was wearing. Plastic rainwear was a kinky, strange fetish that few people understood and it was positively cathartic hearing yet another person expressing much the same sentiments that she held. The sincerity within Beauty's voice was unmistakable and that made all the difference.

"Shall we?"

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The quality of the tropical downpour falling around them was totally different from the kind that she experienced within grey, drizzly Melbourne. It fell vertically in great sheets that blotted out everything within sight before splashing heavily upon their shoulders and the paved circular driveway leading to Reception and the restaurant beyond. Each fat, heavy raindrop that the lights caught was a bright diamond that glittered with a brilliance that stunned Emily before exploding around her feet. Beyond the lights, everything was dark, shadowy, indistinct and she shivered with a superstitious awe. It was a Tolkienesque sight that made Emily think about Bilbo Baggins and the cruel truncated, squat but immensely strong trolls waiting to capture him.

Beauty also looked equally awed while she glanced around and Emily could see her eyes glowing with a light that had not been there earlier while she gently led her along the path. Bright rivulets of water were streaming smoothly down the sides of her gleaming raincoat before landing and puddling around her feet. Even the sound of the rain falling around them assumed a different quality of the rainfall she was used to back home. Back home, it was usually windy as well and it often sounded like a machine gun fusillade, rat-a-tatting upon the plastic folds of her rainwear. Here, each heavy droplet landed heavily upon her head and shoulders and the feeling was not unlike standing under a hot shower. Even the loud, hissing, rattling noise that the rain made as it struck her hood and shoulders was almost exactly similar.

Each massive droplet was as heavy and warm as blood and it was only moments before Emily felt her neck and hair clinging stickily against the protective PVC hood of her raincoat. I might as well not be wearing my raincoat at all. I'm going to get wet either way. Nevertheless, Emily did not mind in the least that she would probably be soaked by they time they reached her room. It was all part of the fun.

Eventually, the two young women reached the winding path leading to the Poolside Wing and the feeling of isolation abruptly increased as the lush, green vegetation closed in around them before reluctantly giving way to the dappled surface of the lovely pool. Emily could not help nervously glancing around while they wove their way along the path before reaching the pool. It did not require any great figment of imagination to visualise the terrifying jaws of a T. Rex appearing at any moment and Emily suddenly wished that she hadn't hired Jurassic Park from the local video shop only a couple of weeks before leaving. She wouldn't even be able to hear the thing approaching under the cover of the rain. It was louder than ever as each drop churned the once-smooth surface of the invisible pool into something resembling a miniature version of the Perfect Storm.

Therefore, Emily could not help feeling slightly relieved as they reached the shelter of the porch directly above the slightly closed door of her room. Obviously the cart had already dropped off its unwilling passenger only moments ago because its retreating taillights looked like nothing so much as a glaring pair of red… eyes under the cover of the torrent lashing the earth around them. T. Rex again and Emily shivered with dread before quickly facing the other way.

At first Emily could not work out why her room smelled like a Ceylon rubber tree plantation until she noticed a pair of glossy dark suits and a number of matching straps lying upon her bed. The smell of rubber was overpowering, even intoxicating while she wonderingly studied the glossy, shiny rubberwear neatly laid out for her to wear tonight.

"You like?" Beauty beamed. "Lourdes, she organise especial for you."

Oh my word. Emily was lost for words while she examined the oily, dark folds of each item of rubber. Gazing into its inky, ebon depths was like looking directly downwards upon an interstellar black hole and she shivered with awe. The suit was like nothing else she had ever seen. It had arms and legs, each with moulded gloves and booties and that was where any similarity with more conventional clothing began and ended because the thing also had a hood which she knew was designed to cover her head. No eyes, nothing. Only one small opening around mouth height. Oh my God. Emily could not help trembling with excitement and dread while she thought about being compelled to wear it until the next day.

However, she did not have long to reflect upon the suit facing her because the second item of rubberwear was positively bizarre. No arms. No legs. It was a jet-black chrysalis and her puzzlement increased a hundredfold when she noticed the hood with a long tube sprouting out where the mouth cavity should be. The thing resembled a bizarre flower with a bulbous, lemon shaped appendage residing atop the stem bursting out the expanse of smooth rubber. Emily had a horrible feeling that she knew what laid hidden beneath the tube.

A gag. It had to be a gag of some kind and her heart sank. Not again. All night? Yep. All night. She'd been constantly kept gagged since arriving except during her shower and the other, all too brief respite that dinner had provided. Nevertheless, she could not help being enormously impressed with the care and attention to detail that Staiputt afforded its clientele. That form again. Emily also remembered inputting amongst other things, 'Full rubber enclosure and tight bondage' under 'Favourite Fantasies'. It appeared as though she was about to be granted her wish. In spades.

Obviously, Beauty was unwilling to waste any time getting her into the suit because Emily could already feel her undoing the shackles chaining her feet together and she quailed again. She was all too aware that she would neither be able to see, hear or speak after being put in that… contraption. Clearly, full rubber enclosure meant just that and Emily was unsure how she could cope being bound like that. Oh well. In for a pound, out for a penny. It did not appear as though she had much choice. Let's face it, you want this don't you? Yes you do, she told herself.

A couple of seconds later, the straps pinioning her arms slid off and Emily groaned with pleasure before windmilling them around so that she could chase some of the stiffness away before being re-bound for the night. Suddenly, she felt an insistent pressure invading her loins and she instinctively knew what it was.

Her bladder.

It was full to the point of exploding after all the expensive wine and champagne that she had consumed during the course of the evening and Emily knew that she would be unable to last another five minutes, let alone all night strapped up inside that expanse of rubber.

Before Beauty had time to do anything else, Emily hurriedly indicated the urgent nature of her need and she grinned. "Use comfort room, ha?"

Emily nodded before pointing to her mouth. Please ungag me. It would be nice to have that thing taken out her mouth. She could feel her jaws groaning under the strain of being pushed wide apart by the 2-inch wide ball filling her mouth.

"Gag stay," Beauty giggled and Emily sighed before miming the fact that she would like another shower before being tied up again. Anything to delay the moment as long as possible.

"Shower tomorrow," Beauty laughed.

Wash dress, Emily desperately mimed. She hoped that Beauty would understand the need to rinse down and clean her rubberwear so that it would not slowly degrade under the chemical reaction that she knew her salty sweat would form upon coming into contact with the material. It was an irreversible process but one that could be delayed with regular washing after each use.

"I wash dress, gloves," Beauty smirked. "All part of service."

Emily closed her eyes with despair after realising that Beauty had all the answers. The deck was stacked and both girls knew it.

"Go now!" Beauty suddenly said. "Hurry up!"

There was only one thing better than being tied up and that was going potty, Emily thought after explosively voiding her bladder. The amount of golden, pungent-smelling amount of pee that she had somehow produced was staggering beyond belief. After hurriedly lowering herself down atop the seat, she'd let fly and it was an immense… relief.

Even better, she'd also obtained the unexpected opportunity of pulling her rubber panties off and her aching anus felt that much better after expelling the huge buttplug that she had forced up her bottom several hours earlier. The only downside was her suddenly empty love canal. The deep ache within was a completely different kind that her rear entrance was currently experiencing. Emily felt she could live with that though.

"Emily?" Impatient.

I'm coming! Emily thought before reluctantly sliding her dress and gloves off. My God… I'm going to be tied up now and there's nothing I can do about it. Nevertheless, Emily could not help experiencing a twinge of excitement while she thought about the rubber cocoon waiting for her and she distantly hoped that Beauty would not notice how wet she was.

A deep breath.

Emily closed her eyes before steeling herself and walking outside where Beauty was waiting. Although she was no prude, exposing her birthday suit for all to see never got any easier and she felt a hot flush burning her cheeks while Beauty appreciatively studied her lovely, lithe body. She was acutely conscious of the delicious little tuft of flaming red hair standing out like a beacon against her pale-skinned body and she instinctively covered her sex with both hands while Beauty's eyes widened. "Waow… Ikaw ay maganda," she gently breathed before continuing, "Here… put hood on."

Emily nervously swallowed before sliding the smooth, glossy hood over her head and smoothing her hair down, out of the way.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

She could feel her heart beating away within her chest and it was a clangorous bass drum that reverberated throughout her body, from head to toe. Backing out was… impossible. Not quite… The safeword… She knew that Beauty would willingly observe her wishes, should she decide to opt out. Should I? It was not too late… Emily bit her lip before inhaling another heavenly whiff of rubber and suddenly she was lost. Wearing that delicious suit was all she could think about, even if it entailed entering a wholly unfamiliar realm along the way.

"Now… put suit on." Beauty's smile was warm, reassuring while she handed it over and Emily felt her heart slowing a little. Safe, sane and consensual. Staiputt was absolutely emphatic that bondage, fetish should be all these things. Fun. Pleasure. They also constantly stressed those elements throughout their website as well and she remembered Lourdes lecturing her about the subject not long after arriving. In other words, Staiputt was a hundred percent fair dinkum and Emily unhesitatingly shook the suit out upon the floor so that she could begin pulling it on. She knew that they would not allow the bondage games that their guests enjoyed playing to get out of hand, particularly if they involved the possibility of harm, even physical injury. The knowledge that Staiputt would go out of their way to prevent hurting or upsetting her in any way whatsoever was deeply reassuring and she suddenly felt much safer. Now I know why I had to spend so much time filling out that form. Likes, dislikes, fantasies, limits etcetera.

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Although Emily was no stranger to the pleasures of rubber, this delicious suit was something else again. The solid, heavy rubber suit was much heavier than anything else she had ever tried on and it unfolded with a strange swishing, rumbling noise. She could not believe how unbelievably smooth and shiny the material was. It was as slippery and smooth as oil and Emily could not help spasming with excitement while she slipped her feet down the length of the legs.

Unbelievably, the interior of Emily's suit was also every bit as shiny and reflective as the exterior and her feet met little resistance while she carefully pulled the attached thick rubber booties up her bare feet until they closed snugly around them. While she prepared to pull everything further up her legs, the delicious, heavenly aroma of the heavy, smooth rubber wafted and eddied around her nose and it was a scent finer than that of any rose. There was another effect that all that rubber was having upon her and it was the growing ache between her thighs and Emily suddenly realised that she was dripping, soaking wet.

"You like rubber, ha?" Beauty suddenly giggled and Emily could not help blushing. She knows. Nevertheless, her smile was sympathetic, understanding and Emily mutely nodded acquiescence.

"I like also," Beauty giggled before commenting, "Feel… nice." Suddenly her voice crispened, reminding Emily who still held command. "We finish now. Finish… tie you up."

Thanks for reminding me. Emily sighed again before pulling the suit further up her legs.

Despite the oily smoothness of her rubber suit, it was surprisingly tight fitting and Emily was glad that she had Beauty helping her with getting it on. Working the soft, thick but strangely pliable rubber up her legs took teamwork. Emily pulled each leg up as far as it would go, while Beauty carefully pushed everything upwards, gradually replacing bare skin with a seamlessly smooth, shiny expanse of gleaming oily black.

It clung against Emily's sweaty legs like a second skin and she could not help groaning with intense pleasure while she pulled it up above her thighs before standing up so that she could concentrate upon fitting her arms into each tight fitting sleeve. Emily could feel the crotch of the suit pushing up against her aching cleft and the heat within abruptly increased tenfold while she shrugged her fingers into each protective gauntlet, leaving her covered in shiny, rippling rubber from neck to toe. Only the sagging head cavity remained dangling downwards and Emily briefly wondered what Beauty would do next.

"I take gag off," Beauty said while she calmly unlocked each padlock. "Stay quiet or I leave you in suit all day tomorrow. You like, ha?"

No thanks.

"I think already you not like," Beauty giggled while she gently eased the ballgag out of Emily's aching mouth.

Phew. Emily gingerly worked her aching jaws up and down while she nervously glanced around her room one last time before being sealed up. This rubber bondage bit was as exciting as it was a little… frightening. Being thoroughly cocooned from head to toe in rubber and isolated from everything happening outside was a daunting prospect to say the least.

"Ikaw ayos?" Beauty's voice was gentle and Emily nodded. I'm OK.

"If not happy, use safe signal, ha?" Beauty's voice was gentle, concerned and Emily smiled before nodding agreement.

"Good... Not forget, ha?" Beauty reminded her. "Want... you have fun, have good time. Relax, ha?"

Another nod. Thanks... Emily knew that all she had to face was the fear of the unknown and that was not so bad with Beauty guiding her along the way.

"Emily, I put hood on now, ok?" Beauty smiled and Emily gulped again before mutely nodding assent. She could feel her chest tightening with excitement and not a little fear while Beauty prepared to cut her off from her outside world.

A couple of seconds later, everything went dark and Emily gasped while Beauty pulled the hood tight around her face before zipping everything up from behind. The thick, form-fitting rubber clung against her face as though it had been moulded in place and Emily bit back a cry of fear while she reeled backwards. She could not see. She could hardly hear. Beauty's voice was suddenly indistinct, far away. It sounded as though it was trying to penetrate an entire ocean each time she spoke. The strong, heady smell of the rubber covering her from head to toe was overpowering within her nostrils and Emily could not help gasping with shock while she slowly adjusted to the strange, otherworldly environment surrounding her. The only area of her face not covered by rubber was her mouth and nose and she gratefully inhaled a huge draught of life-giving air. Fortunately, the suit's designers had thought to provide a generous amount of breathing space and it made her feel a little better while she nervously glanced around this way and that.

Gradually, Emily became aware of another sensation overpowering everything else within her stunned, addled mind and it was the incredible, overwhelming feeling that she was wearing a second skin. She could not help squirming with sheer pleasure and excitement while the heavy rubber tightly gripped her body from head to toe. Emily knew that she would never be able to describe the way the impossibly smooth, sticky clingy rubber felt against her bare, sweaty skin. She could not help happily hugging herself while her rubber skin continued moulding itself in place until she felt as though it had been there all her life.

Suddenly, Emily felt Beauty gently propelling her backwards, upon the bed and she stumbled before falling backwards. Being unable to see or hear was completely disorienting and she briefly wondered how blind people ever managed to cope while she helplessly flopped upon her back before blindly groping around. Even the balance of her bed was subtly different with the hood obscuring everything.

Before she had a chance to panic, Emily felt Beauty gently gripping her shoulder and she slumped backward with relief. It was amazing what a healing, curative power even a simple touch possessed, Emily thought. She could feel Beauty's warm hand caressing her shoulder and by the time it disappeared, she was already feeling much better.

A second or so later, Emily felt her legs being pushed towards each other and she obediently closed them together so that Beauty could begin tying her up. Despite the overhead air-conditioning working overtime as it vainly attempted to lower the temperature within their room, her thick rubber suit just would not breathe and she gradually felt her body heating up until it began sliding along her skin, lubricated by the sweat that she was generating. It was a heavenly feeling and she could not resist squirming with pleasure again while Beauty began taping her ankles together.

Emily began to feel successively more and more helpless while Beauty continued winding more and more tape around them until they were firmly welded together. After securing her ankles, Beauty began working upon her legs, just above the knees and it was not long before they were equally tightly lashed together. Her thighs quickly followed next and she began wondering how much more Beauty could possibly tie her up.

Suddenly, Beauty stopped and Emily could not help wondering why she wasn't continuing further.

The answer was not long coming.

A couple of seconds later, Emily felt Beauty pushing the rubber sack up around her feet before pulling them up inside. Because the heavy-duty rubber was so glossy and slippery smooth, Beauty had little trouble pulling everything upwards, despite the tightness of the bag.

Emily could not believe how tight fitting everything was. She already felt as though her legs had been immovably welded together while Beauty continued working the bag up past her hips. Suddenly, Emily felt the girl gripping her arms before gently showing her where they should go and she gasped aloud with shock.

The bag had a pair of sleeves. Each had been sewn out of sight where she could not see them and Emily knew that after sliding them downward each one, she would be irretrievably trapped. Despite her sudden fear, she could not help being deeply impressed with the intricate, fiendish design of her rubber bondage bag.

Here goes. The point of no return. Emily gulped before breathing inwards as deeply as she could and gently exhaling before reluctantly sliding one arm, then the other down the length of each sleeve until each rubber-covered hand was trapped in a second, hidden inner gauntlet. Each sleeve was long and narrow which meant that Beauty had to hold the bag tight so that she could force her arms down each one while the thick, resilient rubber grudgingly stretched just far enough to allow access.

After securing Emily's arms until each were firmly, rigidly held by her sides, Beauty promptly rolled her upon her stomach before pulling the bag all the way up past her shoulders. Suddenly, Emily felt Beauty pulling hard upon the heavy-duty zipper before pausing, once it refused to travel any further. A moment later, Beauty began working the edges of the bag closer together so that she could maneuver the zipper further upwards. Another pause before Beauty repeated the maneuver, gaining another few inches while the thick, stretchy rubber continued tightening still further around her slim waist.

Pause. Pull. Emily could not help groaning with despair and sheer, unfeigned pleasure while the bag inexorably tightened around her body along with every inch that Beauty managed to obtain upon the zipper. It was not unlike being gripped within a giant fist and much to her surprise, Emily felt strangely safe while Beauty gave the zipper one final, triumphant heave before stopping just below her neck.

Suddenly, before she had a chance to think about her increasing helplessness and the turmoil occurring deep within her nether regions, Emily felt Beauty pulling the hood over her face before halting. She could feel a ball, whatever it was, protruding outwards, just below her chin and suddenly Emily realised that it was a gag. The same gag that she had momentarily forgotten about during the excitement of being suited up and helplessly bound. Oh no… Not again… Emily felt her heart sinking like a rock while Beauty pushed the ball upwards before holding it over her lips. She knew that it was there to stay, until tomorrow morning. Until such a time the girls decided to let her out.

Emily sighed again before reluctantly opening her mouth and allowing Beauty to push the spongy, half-solid 2" wide ball behind her teeth. After firmly securing the gag between her protesting jaws, Beauty pulled the hood fully over her head, squashing the foul-tasting pure rubber ball that much deeper within her mouth, cutting off all light and sound and cocooning Emily within a bizarre chrysalis of glossy, rippling black rubber. The application of the second, somewhat tighter fitting hood also had the effect of moulding everything even more securely around her face until Emily felt as though each layer of rubber had been sprayed upon her face. About all that was left exposed was her flaring nostrils gasping for breath through a pair of centimetre wide breathing holes and that was the extent of her contact with fresh air.

After padlocking a wide, extra thick rubber collar around Emily's neck in order to prevent any possibility of her somehow working the hood loose, Beauty carefully rolled her back around until she was lying upon her back.

The absoluteness of her bondage was stunning and Emily could not help wondering what else Beauty could possibly do when it came to restraining her. Surely it was impossible to bind her much more than she already was?

Nope.

Wrong

Dead wrong.

It was not long before Emily realised that Beauty was far from finished with her.

Incredibly, she was less than satisfied with the way that she had already secured Emily. She could not help gasping with shock and amazement while Beauty affixed yet another strap around her body, directly above her pinioned wrists before pulling and buckling everything up as tightly as possible.

Still more straps went around her body, above and below her breasts, pinning her arms that much more tightly against her body. Another lot of straps further immobilised her legs at thighs, above and below her knees and ankles. Each was pulled similarly tight and Emily thought that Beauty could not possibly continue any further after her ankles were further bound together. She could hardly move so much as a single inch in either direction. Practically all leverage was gone, so rolling around was more or less out of the question.

Suddenly, Emily felt Beauty kneeling above her and she was passing a long strap over her body at waist height before lightly hopping off the bed altogether. Before she had time to wonder what Beauty was doing now, it tightened and Emily realised what was happening.

Beauty was strapping her down upon the bed itself.

Oh my God. I can't believe this. Emily could not remember ever feeling as terribly helpless or vulnerable all her life while Beauty continued tying her down upon the bed. More straps went around her bound and helpless body at ankles, knees and chest, both above and below her breast until she was firmly pinned down upon the soft coverlet like an insect. Not even the tightest of tight hogties had ever felt quite like the incredibly restrictive full rubber enclosure bondage that Emily now found herself in. At least she always had an illusion of escape with the former; ropes could be loosened, knots unpicked. And some level of movement was always possible, no matter how tiny.

This was completely different. Emily knew that she would not be escaping by herself until such a time Beauty decided to let her out. Her arms and hands were squashed tight by her sides, each packed out of harm's way where she could not use either to escape. In fact, all movement was utterly impossible. I can move my head… a little But that's about it. Oh no… Emily could feel Beauty taking care of that as well while she continued thinking about the unbelievably tight, restrictive bondage that she had just been placed in. She was attaching a rope or something like that to a ring atop the bag cocooning her within its rubbery embrace and tying it off against the decorative slats affixed within the tall antique bedstead. Oh my God. Emily fought back another frisson of fear while she strained to capture a glimpse of light through the breathing holes but there was none. Each opening was not only angled away from her eyes, but the tight rubber was also squashed against her face and nose in such a way that not the slightest amount of light penetrated the inky black darkness of Emily's new, utterly alien world. Not a single sound reached her ears either, each thick layer of glossy, gleaming rubber was so firmly stretched around her head that it effectively blocked out all noise and Emily realised that that she was also blind and deaf.

Suddenly, the gag forcing her jaws apart began swelling and Emily screamed out aloud but only a muffled gurgle penetrated outside the sides of her mouth while Beauty continued pumping up everything.

She continued inflating the ball filling her mouth until Emily thought that her jaws would explode from the strain being placed upon them. One last, hard squeeze and Beauty was done while Emily groaned out aloud with an equal amount of misery and… pure, undiluted pleasure.

Every square inch of skin was covered by at least two layers of wonderfully soft, yet thick, clingy rubber and the incredible amount of pleasure that she was receiving from its cool, smooth touch was so intense that she could not help being momentarily afraid that she might lose consciousness. Despite the tightness of her bondage, there was just enough room left to allow Emily to continue squirming with ecstatic pleasure while sweat continued bathing her body, making the rubber cling even more stickily against her exposed, bare skin.

The straps holding Emily prisoner were tight and she began to feel more than ever that she was being hugged from head to toe and it was a delicious, heavenly feeling while she continued straining against them. Suddenly, she understood why many people loved being thoroughly cocooned within layers and layers of clinging rubber.

In a way, it was a bit like being travelling back in time, she thought, because the feeling of rubber occlusion and complete darkness was not dissimilar from long distant, half-forgotten memories of lying within the warmth, comfort and security of Mother's womb before eventual birth. Suddenly, Emily felt her fear disappearing, gradually being replaced by a wonderful feeling of well being which she could not remember experiencing since her earliest days. Ironically, the same lack of light and sound that had frightened Emily earlier made her feel safer than ever while she relaxed within the shiny, dark cocoon holding her prisoner.

Eventually, another sensation slowly entered Emily's consciousness and she strained hard against the hidden rubber mitts holding her arms and hands fast while she vainly tried to reach her aching, tingling pussy. Unfortunately, there was little or no give in the rubber sleeves trapping her hands and they continued squashing them hard against her sides while more sticky sweat continued oozing, trickling downwards, puddling beneath her.

After vainly attempting to extricate her hands from their rubber prison, Emily bucked and heaved against the straps holding her fast but much to her shock, there was absolutely no give whatsoever. Everything remained as tight as ever. Movement was absolutely, completely impossible and it was exciting beyond belief. From Emily's point of view, the defining point of bondage always arrived at the point she realised that she was helplessly tied up, that escape was utterly, absolutely impossible, that she would be staying put without a choice or say-so in the matter. The stunning knowledge that she was helplessly, immovably bound and gagged without any chance of escaping was an electric switch that lit up every fuse within her overloaded brain and these illuminated a bright, glaring neon sign spelling, 'I'm horny, horny, HORNY', with ten-foot high letters.

The wondrously cool, smooth touch of the deliciously sticky rubber pressing, clinging against every inch of bare skin was the final catalyst that pushed Emily far beyond the brink. Each nerve ending was on fire and they quickly merged with the unstoppable heat radiating outwards from deep within her aching love canal. The heat was rising, rising, soaring out of control and Emily instinctively rose to meet it.

The crotch of her rubber suit was pressing up hard against her flaring labia and semi-exposed clitoris and Emily strained hard against it while the heat roared up around her ears, consuming every inch of her body. Emily could feel each delicious acre of rubber stickily clinging against her body as though fused in place and it spurred her onwards.

Suddenly, the tingling reached new, unbearable heights and Emily could not help screaming out aloud, despite the tightness of the gag filling her mouth while she exploded with an orgasm that shook her from head to toe. She was long past caring, unheeding what Beauty might be thinking or doing while she spastically heaved and strained against her bonds before slumping backwards. Oh my Godddd…. Emily was staggered with the size and intensity of the climax that had ripped through her body like an Australian wildfire. She could feel what had to be a gallon (at least) of her juices bubbling, pouring out her quiescent puss before merging with the sweat puddling around her bottom.

Emily felt as though she was floating while a great peace filled her body. Apart from the sexual release which she had desperately lusted after, a release of another kind was flooding her brain and it was infinitely better than any other she could remember experiencing. It was an inner peace of a kind that she had been vainly seeking since accepting the NetDynamics job. The crushing pressure of work was further away than ever and there was… nothing. It was the first time that Emily could ever recall feeling that way while she continued luxuriating in the feel of the rubber cosseting, cocooning her from head to toe. The outside world was gone, vanished and her bondage was all. Nothing to worry about, nothing to think about. It was immensely liberating and Emily could feel the accumulated levels of stress that she had built up during the last couple of harrowing years at NetDynamics slowly slipping further and further away with each, every minute that she spent within her self-contained, confining rubber cocoon. Even her heartbeat was gradually dropping below the hyperactive levels of activity that she had come to regard as 'normal' and Emily wanted to smile while she thought about what her doctor would say if only he knew about the unique form of therapy that Staiputt was administering.

Time quickly ceased to hold any meaning while Emily continued drifting away within that heavenly state of altered consciousness where one is half awake, half asleep. She was aware only of a wondrous, all enveloping sense of warm, cocooned well being while her brain continued shutting down. Eventually Emily felt her eyelids drooping and she happily allowed sleep to claim her.