Relaxation Therapy 10 | bondage story | rope bound, rubber tied

A Stygian darkness greeted Emily when she woke and she almost panicked after realising that she could not see a single thing. The inky blackness of her world was absolute. No light, nothing. There was absolutely no point of reference whatsoever.

Confused and disoriented, Emily heaved against her alien prison before giving up. The lack of visual reference was so stunning that she had no idea where she was, what was happening or even which way was up. Instead, there was only a wonderful sticky, clingy warmth that reminded Emily of her mother's womb and the illusion of being cocooned, cosseted increased with every waking breath while she sleepily squirmed about with sheer pleasure. Even her eyes were glued shut as well and it was passing strange. Much to Emily's surprise, she could not open either eye because something was pressing down upon them so firmly that she felt as though some substance or another had been sprayed there.

The material, whatever it was, clung against every curve, every contour of her body and it was a second skin, so tightly it held her from head to toe. It was speaking to her, caressing her and Emily involuntarily opened her mouth with shock and surprise before belatedly realising that something was filling it, holding her aching jaws as wide open as they would go.

A gag. It was a huge gag of some kind and Emily groaned into the inflated rubber plug filling her mouth before instinctively shifting position but nothing happened. Something was holding her down with an inexorable pressure that reminded her of being caught within a giant fist. Suddenly, Emily realised where she was and what was happening.

Beauty. She'd tied her up last night from head to toe in the most delicious rubber she'd ever worn. Actually tied up wasn't quite the right word, Emily thought, while she happily strained against her dark rubber cocoon. Mummified, more like. Not even the faintest amount of light penetrated the thick hood covering her face. Time no longer held any meaning while she relaxed deep within the confines of her rubber bondage. Her bondage was all, it was absolute and Emily could not help wondering how long she had been kept bound and gagged. Nevertheless, she felt wonderful. Her dreams had been filled with images of rubber, rainwear, Darren, Beauty, Lourdes, Mick and his unforgettable Japanese girlfriend, Miyu Miyazawa and all the other people she'd met earlier. Despite the restrictiveness of her bondage, Emily no longer felt tired. She felt completely refreshed, energized, ready to take on the world and everything. The creative juices she thrived upon at work were flowing like the mighty Murray River in flood. If not for the size and tightness of the gag filling her mouth, Emily would have laughed. Staiputt's special brand of therapy was already working. She would be a new woman upon returning. Thanks Michael…

But what would she say if her colleagues insisted upon going there afterwards? Emily closed her eyes before inwardly smiling. It was hardly even an issue at the moment and one she would worry about later. Meanwhile, the rubber continued gripping her body as tightly as ever and she could not help wondering how much longer she might have to remain like this. She remembered Beauty saying something about leaving her bound all day long…

Oh my God… Emily momentarily panicked before calming down again. She was sure the girls would have the situation well in hand. Nothing would happen to harm her. However, she was not sure if she really wanted to spend a whole day like this. As much as she enjoyed the sensation of the rubber cocooning her body, this enforced immobility with nothing to see, hear or do kinda got boring after a while. It was Ok while she slept. Her dreams swept her away into wonderful, strange worlds, realms of fantasy she'd never thought could possibly exist. However, she was now wide-awake with nowhere to go.

Of course, it might only be another hour before Beauty let her go. Emily was guessing it had to be early morning. She always woke around this time. On the other hand… It could easily be another twelve hours or longer. Knowing her captor, she had a nasty feeling it might be the latter. Emily had no way of knowing what was occurring outside the tiny world she was occupying because she could not see or hear although her screaming, tingling body remained as alive as ever. She was acutely aware of the rubber stickily clinging against every square inch of skin and she instinctively squirmed with pleasure while its honeyed folds enveloped her in their caress. Perhaps staying bound might not be such a bad thing after all… On the other hand… It would be nice being out and about again. Her tingling bladder was also swelling again. She just had to go pee. Emily bit down on the ball occupying her mouth before straining against her bonds but she might as well have tried to solve the problems of the world by herself for all the good her efforts provided. Her body remained as immovable as ever. She could wiggle her toes a little and they represented the extent of movement available.

Suddenly, something touched her shoulder and Emily flinched before realizing it had to be Beauty. She'd obviously spotted her wriggling about like a fly caught in a spiderweb and come to investigate. Please… let me go… Emily mutely pleaded. Untie me. All she could do was hope that Beauty heard her telepathic request and untie her.

Yesssss…! Emily exulted. Nimble fingers were working upon the strap or whatever it was holding her head still before unlocking the collar around her neck. Undoing the small padlock fastening the twin zippers of her body bag together. Suddenly, the almost intolerable pressure upon her aching jaws abruptly lessened and Emily could not help groaning with relief while Beauty carefully eased the hood of her body bag forward before pulling the ball completely out of her mouth.

The relief was immediate and Emily groaned again before gingerly opening her mouth and gratefully inhaling a huge mouthful of delightfully cold, fresh air. The air-con was obviously going and she happily breathed outwards before sucking another life-giving draught of fresh air into her lungs while Beauty leisurely undid the padlock helping seal her inside the first layer of rubber covering her body.

Beauty's smile was a brilliant sun and Emily could not help grinning while she studied the tiny, slight girl who'd put her in the most stringently restrictive bondage she'd ever experienced. However, Emily could not help noticing that she was still as helplessly bound as ever while Beauty held a bottle of water to her lips. It was of the kind joggers or cyclists used, with a curved solid straw and she gratefully gulped down one mouthful after another of deliciously cool water. It had a tinge of lime or lemon and she wonderingly thought about the thoughtful attention to detail that Staiputt accorded its guests before returning to her bondage.

Only each rubber hood and her gag had been removed but she knew they could be replaced any moment and a tiny prickle of worry invaded her heart while she continued studying a beaming Beauty. The girl was also clad from head to toe in gleaming red rubber that shone like a newly polished fire engine. Only her smiling features were visible beneath the open face of her suit. Beautiful by name, beautiful by nature, Emily thought. The gorgeous shiny, rippling red rubber suit that Beauty was wearing highlighted her naturally brown skin and she looked positively stunning. All this rubber business was making her horny again and she squirmed with pleasure and embarrassment while Beauty thoughtfully regarded her face.

"Kumusta…?"

"Um, I'm sorry, I don't understand," Emily carefully replied.

"Sorry, sometimes I forget," Beauty giggled. "English not my first language. Means 'How… are you?'"

"Oh, I see," Emily smiled. "Yes… I… I'm fine."

"Good, good!" Beauty happily approved.

"By the way, where's Lourdes?" Emily asked.

"Over there," Beauty giggled. "She stay tied up. Not escape."

Emily disbelievingly glanced over where Beauty had left Lourdes. Her Personal Assistant was still tied up in the same tight little ball that she'd seen Beauty tying her into the evening before. However, the smile creasing the corners of her gagged mouth spoke volumes. Despite the tightness of her bondage, it was abundantly obvious she'd enjoyed the experience. "Did you sleep OK?" Emily asked.

Lourdes happily nodded before winking and Emily grinned. "Glad to hear it."

"You sleep good naman?" Beauty suddenly asked.

Emily nodded a quiet assent. It was a long time since she'd slept anything like as well and she shyly said so.

"Really?" Beauty giggled. "Maybe Staiputt therapy help you."

"I think so too," Emily smiled. Unbelievable. She'd only been here less than 24 hours and she already felt more alive than any other time since leaving university.

"Want more therapy?" Beauty's smile was sly and Emily bit her lip. On one hand, she desperately longed for a taste of freedom that had more or less been denied her since arriving. A swim would be lovely as well. The shimmering pool she'd seen the other day was beautiful and she wanted work off the last of her mild jetlag, stretch her legs, tone those muscles a little. Surely there was no way they could bind her before going in the water as well?

On the other hand… Despite the occasional bout of boredom that being tied up for so long led to, she was loath to leave the protective comfort of her rubber cocoon. It made Emily feel very safe while she was kept bound and gagged. If she craned her head forward as far as it would go, she could just make out the intricate system of straps and buckles helping hold her prisoner. Each strap pinioning her body was spaced six inches apart while those holding her down on the bed were a foot apart. The sight of the gleaming gag poking skywards from the expanse of rubber surrounding it and the straps holding her prisoner was such an incredible sight it made her feel horny again. Despite the lack of vaginal stimulation available, Emily knew it would take little effort to come again and she hesitated, torn between taking decisive action and asking she be left bound. Or… request freedom instead. But would she really feel free once unbound? After all, it was the absolute nature of her bondage that was so exciting. Once put back in her suit and sack, she would have no way of calling out for help nor was using her safeword an option because she could not use her hands to signal that she wanted out. In short, she would stay tied up until dinnertime.

"Uhuh," Emily demurred. "Playing for time, she asked, "You like rubber as well, I know. Have you ever been tied up like this as well?"

"O ya!" Beauty exclaimed. "Is condition of employment. Robert says we have to… what's the word?" Beauty frowned before continuing. "O ya… Have to… experience same bondage as guests. They put me in rubber suit, then sack. Pump gag tight. Stay tied up twenty-four hours."

There was no missing the emphasis that Beauty placed upon 'twenty-four hours' and it made Emily wonder if the girl was issuing a subtle challenge. It was looking increasingly likely that she would be spending the day indoors helplessly bound and gagged while everybody else partied on.

Nevertheless, she could not help being deeply impressed with her new friend's endurance and she said so before adding, "You… like?"

"O'o…" Beauty shyly replied. "I like very much. Idea is they find out what we like during training. Ev'rybody diff'rent, you know? Lourdes like rubber, plastic, tight rope bondage. Is why she your assistant. I know one girl, she like straitjackets, medical restraint. Assign her to people who ask for that on form. Other, she like lycra, spandex. She given to clients who like also. Staiputt, she try put people together with same interests." Suddenly shy again, "I like too. Like rubber very much." She closed her eyes before squirming about and sighing with pleasure. "I like…"

"Mmm, I see," Emily smiled. "I really love being tied up tight as well. I know how you feel." Emily thoughtfully looked at Beauty again. If… She had to ask. Find out. "By the way, Beauty, if you're so good at tying up people, why are you waitressing? I mean, why are you working in the restaurant?"

Beauty grinned again, showing all her teeth and Emily could not help smiling along with her. These beautiful girls had that effect upon people. "I do practicum naman. Learn everything about hotel trade. Customer service. Reservations. Learn to look after people. Make people happy. Is part of our training."

"I see," Emily replied. "Is that so you can get a job somewhere else if you ever leave?"

"O'o…' Beauty agreed before shyly adding. "But… I not want to leave."

Emily laughed. "I bet you don't want to leave. Neither do I…" She wanted to stay tied up like this for the rest of her life.

"Therapy good for you ha?" Beauty giggled. "People, they always return. I have one man who asks for me always, I keep him tied up all day, every day. Make him very happy."

"Do you… uhmmm…" Emily bit her lip. Have sex together? What did that make the girls responsible for looking after these guys? Hookers? Prostitutes? The Philippines was infamous for its sex industry. Various media beat-ups and the activities of pedophiles before the long overdue crackdown upon the sexual predators (following public outrage after a public expose of child prostitution) preying upon the Philippines meant almost everybody had heard of the sleazy girlie bars crowded around places like Ermita and Angeles City near Subic Bay.

Beauty grinned. "Do we sleep with guys, you mean?"

"Well… yes," an embarrassed Emily replied. "Sorry… No offence meant…"

"Is OK," Beauty smiled. "Staiputt strict about that. Make clear to guests we are not available. Bondage, rubber, whatever they want, we provide. Sex… Hindi." Her eyes twinkled with wicked merriment. "However, is OK to sleep with guests only if we like. I tell you already about man who not happy unless tied up?"

"Yes?"

Beauty nodded before continuing. "I like him. He nice to me, treat me with respect." Giggling. "Is handsome, very guapo. I sleep with him. He very horny when I tie him up. His titi always hard so I… help…"

Emily laughed again while her head spun. Although she'd already spent almost a whole day here, the sexually charged and highly intimate nature of the conversation she was enjoying with Beauty was something she'd never experienced, not even with her select group of girlfriends whose salacious gossip was capable of making even the most devout nun blush. Helplessly bound and clad in rubber from head to toe, this chat was making her feel positively bizarre. It was like something out of a weird dream, only her bursting bladder and the sticky, gooey rubber clinging against her body made it very real. And what was that Beauty had just said? Her fractured English was generally good but she had a habit of mixing the occasional Filipino words with English and the result was occasionally somewhat confusing. Titi? "Uh, what's a titi?" Emily tentatively asked. It wasn't… a?

"Sorry, na," Beauty giggled while Lourdes shook with silent laughter. "Means penis. Tie him up, makes penis hard… I like…" she giggled. Sometimes I suck titi, make him come. Others, I tie him down on bed, climb on top and…"

"Wow…" Emily smiled. "Lucky guy. No wonder he always comes back."

Beauty grinned. "You come back naman, ha?"

"Oh yes," Emily smiled. "Definitely."

"Therapy very good for you," Beauty mused. Her lovely face was reflective and Emily stiffened. She'd seen that look before. "Maybe we continue therapy. Is good for you, I think."

"No, no…" Emily demurred.

"You not like?" Beauty asked.

Emily bit her lip. Trouble was, she did like. Very much. She could feel each thick layer of rubber pressing downward upon every exposed inch of her tingling skin and it was a heavenly feeling exceeded only by the exquisite tightness of the most utterly inescapable bondage she'd ever endured. Suddenly, their eyes met and she was lost. They held an understanding and a subtle challenge she was incapable of resisting.

"I think you want," Beauty chuckled before leaning downward and pulling the hood of the suit over her face. "Continue therapy now, untie you before dinner, ha?"

An inky darkness closed around her face and still Emily hesitated. "N…" she eventually began while Beauty zipped her rubber suit shut. It was still not too late. All she had to say was 'no' and Beauty would untie her without questioning her decision. However, there was something holding her back and Emily felt as though she was slowly losing control while Beauty re-applied the padlock, sealing her from head to toe in tight, clingy rubber.

Suddenly, Emily felt the gag being pushed back into her mouth and she knew it was too late to do anything about the bondage that she would have to endure until dinnertime. Beauty was pumping up the gag again and Emily squirmed with excitement and a deep, inchoate terror while her jaws were slowly forced apart with each squeeze of the bulb. A moment later, Emily felt the hood of her sleep-sack being zipped up before being re-attached to the headboard of her bed.

Someone was bouncing around on the bed only moments after putting her back inside her bondage bag and Emily distantly wondered what was happening before giving up. There was a lot of activity going on. The straps holding her down were also being loosened before being tightened again but she could not work out what was happening. It was probably only Beauty making herself comfortable after re-checking the security of her bondage.

Emily felt as though she was floating while she drifted in and out of consciousness. Sight and sound were long gone but she still had the heavenly sensation of the sticky, gooey rubber gripping her body as well as the delicious, unyielding pressure of her bonds to sustain her throughout the duration of her bondage. In a way, being deprived of these senses only served to intensify the sensation of touch, of feeling. Emily was cutely aware of each inch of rubber caressing, cosseting her body with a lover's touch while she happily strained against her bonds, savouring the way everything felt. It was not long before the combination of the rubber and her bondage overwhelmed her body and mind. She abruptly came with an explosive rush after she could no longer bear the intolerable pressure of her aching, tingling pussy.

Time quickly lost all meaning and Emily lost all track of how long she'd been kept bound and gagged after waking earlier that morning. Hours, minutes, she had no way of telling. The evening before, sleep overwhelmed her before she'd really had much time to savour her bondage but this was completely different. She was fully awake and alert when Beauty put her back under, which meant she was much better able to appreciate the beauty of the bondage she'd been placed in.

Nevertheless, the cloaking darkness and soporific effect of her rubber bondage soon lulled Emily and she found herself nodding off before awakening, promptly climaxing yet again before drifting away into a world nobody was capable of reaching. Thus time slipped by, unnoticed like a ship passing by under the protective cover of dark. However, one constant always remained and it was the warm, sticky feel of honey poured all over her body. It was such a delicious feeling that it kept her in a state of almost perpetual arousal between one orgasm after another.

Perhaps Beauty had something there, Emily thought during one of her more lucid moments. She could not ever recall ever feeling more relaxed nor happy. Bondage was her life. It was her and for the first time, she understood how much she'd really missed the kind of restrictive, inescapable bondage that she loved so much, the kind that played her body like a violin, turned her on like nothing else ever did.

Her forced inactivity was also relaxing beyond belief. The sheer inability of doing anything except whiling away the long hours spent inside the protective confines of her rubber suit meant all she could do was relax and Emily sighed into her gag. Her jaws hurt but it was a pleasant, fulfilling ache that she enjoyed. The world she normally occupied was long gone, replaced by this one. Emily could feel her heartbeat decreasing with seemingly every minute she spent inside her heavy rubber bondage sack and it was something that made her want to laugh out aloud. It was only a couple of weeks ago that her GP of many years had expressed deep concern about her high blood pressure, amongst other things and she could not help wondering what he would say when she returned for another check-up. 'Oh, doctor, I was all tied up during my holiday, that's why I feel so good now!' Nope. How was she ever going to explain away the reason behind the rejuvenated Emily set to hit Australia like a whirlwind?

Suddenly, Emily felt strong hands gripping her and she almost panicked before realising where she was. She was still bound and gagged. It was also dark as well and she suddenly realised that she was still locked away, underneath one layer of rubber after another. Only moments later, unseen fingers began undoing everything and Emily sighed with relief when the gag silencing her since last night finally plopped out her aching mouth.

Suddenly, the tight fitting hood of her rubber suit was pulled away and Emily blinked once, twice while her eyes adjusted to the low light of the room before the girl untying her came into focus.

It was Lourdes.

"Huh? I thought…"

"Beauty?"

"Yes, where is she?" Emily asked.

Lourdes' grin widened until Emily wondered if she'd been taking lessons from the Cheshire Cat. "Look other way," she advised.

"Oh my God!" Emily gasped. Suddenly, she understood the source of the activity puzzling her last night. Beauty was also inside an exactly similar ebon rubber body bag. Gleaming black leather straps held the bag fast around its human occupant while more held it down on the bed. Another strap held the hood fast and Emily could not help giggling. It looked nothing like so much as a bizarre alien chrysalis straight out of 'Aliens' and she laughed again before shaking her head with disbelief. Was this how she'd appeared earlier? It was impossible imagining there was life beneath the expanse of rubber on her left. Only the steady rise and fall of Beauty's chest even indicated that there was a person underneath the rubber chrysalis. "But… Wha…"

"After Beauty untie me," Lourdes giggled, "she say she wish she is tied up like you. I say, 'Why not?' Call store, they have spare bag. Put Beauty in it."

"Wow," Emily breathed. "I had no idea. But… doesn't she have to work? It must be almost dinnertime."

"Has day off," Lourdes smiled. "Not happy unless tied up. She my best friend, we spend day off tying each other up if not busy."

"Oh my word…" Emily sighed. "You're so lucky."

"God provides," Lourdes mused.

"He certainly works in funny ways, doesn't He?" Emily smiled. By the way, what's the time?"

"Almost five."

"Is it raining?"

"Hindi," Lourdes smiled. "Maganda outside." Cheekily, "Is not raincoat weather."

"I guess not," Emily replied. "However, a swim would be lovely if it's hot outside."

"O'o…" Lourdes agreed. "I like swim naman."

"Well, shall we?" Emily eagerly exclaimed. She was looking forward to exchanging the hot, sweaty stickiness of the rubber suit she was wearing for the cool, invitingly blue water of the pool as well as the taste of freedom it offered. The inside of her suit was a sticky mess and she was glad that it was such a self-contained unit otherwise the bed would stink for weeks after. She could feel what felt like gallons of sweat, her juices and urine sloshing around her rubber covered feet and arse. Emily liked the way the liquid made the slippery smooth rubber feel against her skin but it was the nature of the stuff itself she found somewhat repellant and disgusting. It was certainly not the kind of thing the best sex or fetish magazines ever mentioned and she grinned.

"Why you smile?" Lourdes asked.

"Because…" Although Emily explained the effect that her enforced captivity had had upon her body, she carefully left out any mention of her juices. Perhaps it was taking matters a little far.

"Rubber makes you horny, ha?" Lourdes giggled. "When I wear suit, always makes me come. Have big orgasms." Her face was suddenly dreamy. "I like so much."

"Well, yes." Emily could feel her cheeks glowing. Of course she should have known that these girls were perfectly aware of the effect that rubber and bondage had upon people like her. It was time to grow up and stop being embarrassed about the way her body was betraying her. Desires that would be taboo outside didn't apply. Sex was as natural as eating and breathing as far as these lovely people were concerned and it really did make a huge difference. It made her wonder how many people Staiputt had helped with accepting themselves and their sexuality between having a great time. Opening up about themselves and how they felt was part of the process, she thought. They did not even provide formal counselling – although it was available upon request. Simply seeing other ordinary people openly enjoying their strange fetishes was cathartic. They weren't embarrassed about wearing something as weird as a yellow plastic raincoat all day long or even during dinner like Lourdes last night. Despite the sticky, cloying heat surrounding everybody like a shroud, she'd left her raincoat buttoned up all night long, taking it off only after accepting the tying-up challenge from Beauty. Most importantly, she'd worn it with complete enjoyment and without any embarrassment or self-consciousness whatsoever. Others saw nothing strange about clothing themselves from head to toe in rubber, leather or plastic. As for bondage itself…

Until her arrival at Staiputt, she'd never seen anybody bound and gagged other than her friends from her childhood and that didn't really count because of the innocent, non-sexual nature of their games. Here, practically every guest and many of the staff were tied up in full view of everybody. They even had tying up competitions and seminars after dinner that all and sundry were invited to join. In short, even the far-out, bizarre fetishes or kinks that people enjoyed were viewed as perfectly normal and acceptable here.

Yep, it was time to cast away the shackles imposed upon her by civilised society, the ones that said, 'Thou shalt not enjoy your sexuality or anything out of the norm.' Time to talk about why she liked bondage, plastic raincoats and rubberwear so much. Tell Lourdes how much she'd enjoyed being tied up all day long and the effect it had had upon her. "Um, Lourdes?"

"O'o?"

"You know," Emily hesitantly began. "I… I really enjoyed being tied up like that. You know how much I… love rubber and bondage and well… It was such a turn-on being tied up all day long, knowing I could not escape or do anything about my situation. The way my bonds felt, the way the rubber felt against my body… um… I was just so, so, so horny." Emily was aware she was babbling like the village idiot but opening up like this was wonderful. "I lost count of the number of times I came… after thinking it was all over, the rubber and my bondage began stimulating me and it would begin all over again… I just couldn't control or help myself… I just had to come… obtain some relief…"

"Dearest Emily," Lourdes breathed. "Salamat… thank you already for telling me. If you happy, I happy also." She sat down on the bed and before placing one hand upon her shoulder and continuing. "Rubber, bondage, I love naman. Is relaxing but… make me excited naman. When I tied up, my heart, she beat very fast! Boom, boom, boom, like that."

"That's how I feel as well," Emily sighed. "When you were tying my hands together behind my back last night and that beautiful hogtie, my heart was a drum. Boom, boom, boom, just like that," she smiled. "In a way, the actual tying up part is the best part although I love just being tied up as well. It's that… anticipation thing, knowing you're going to be tied up, there's nothing you can do about it. You know what I mean?"

"Sure do," Lourdes chuckled. "Beauty take long time tie me up last night. Is coz she knows I like that ver' much."

"Dearest Lourdes," Emily slowly replied. "Th... Thank you very much for… tying me up and… everything."

"Is Ok," Lourdes smiled. "I happy you like so much. Not know you well but… you my friend already. Anything you want, you ask, ha?"

Emily could not help feeling immensely moved with Lourde's reply and simple honesty. These people were so different from her often much more judgmental colleagues or friends back home where job status, dress and even the car one drove often counted more than what one was like as a person. Here, Lourdes had already accepted her as a friend simply because she obviously enjoyed her company and it was a very nice feeling. "Thanks… I'll remember that," Emily replied. "Now… how about untying me?"

"Sure," Lourdes giggled. "I untie you. But I think you like rubber bondage ver' much, ha?" A cheeky grin suddenly appeared. "Maybe already I put you in sack before bed, you sleep good, ha? You like?"

"Uhuh… Maybe," Emily smiled. "What about Beauty? Are you going to untie her as well?"

Lourdes bit her lip before laughing. "Maybe she stay all night. Beauty like ver' much." Just as she spoke the gleaming rubber sack squirmed once, twice before lying still and Lourdes laughed again. "Put vibrator, buttplug in her. Maybe she not sleep tonight."

"Poor Beauty," Emily giggled. What an amazing way to spend a day off. It was easy imagining how much she would be enjoying herself but... Lourdes was right. Sleep would not come easily for the girl hidden under the expanse of rubber covering her.

"Beauty very happy," Lourdes mused. She looked at Emily. "You want I untie you now?"

"Yes please," Emily smiled. "I really could do with a swim before we have dinner."

"Oh no…" Emily sighed when she saw what Lourdes was holding after emerging from the bathroom after a long shower and cleansing her body. Lourdes was holding out a handful of white rope and it did not take the intellect of Einstein to work out what it was for. "you know how much I love bondage but… I've kinda had enough now," she complained. "I just want to have a swim."

Lourdes grinned. "We still have swim but… I tie you first."

"But how am I going to have a swim if I'm all tied up?" Emily asked while she eyed the rope that Lourdes was holding.

"You see," Lourdes cryptically replied. "I tie you first. Then I get friend to tie me. We have race. Lots of fun. You like?"

"A race?"

"Hush now," Lourdes smiled. "I show you. Now… hands behind your back."

"Ok," Emily sighed. "Tie me up then."

Despite Emily's reluctance, she could not help shivering with pleasure while Lourdes expertly bound her hands together with several feet of thin cotton rope before carefully knotting everything out of reach. Being tied up was the best thing in the world although she still could not see how she was going to enjoy any kind of swim with her hands lashed so tightly together behind her. Her bonds were not uncomfortable but there was no slack she could take advantage of either.

Upon Lourde's insistence, she was also naked and Emily wondered why. However, her Personal Assistant wasn't giving anything away and she carried on tying her up as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Lourdes was tying her elbows together as well and Emily groaned again with sheer pleasure and longing. She loved being tied up like this! The sense of helplessness increased while Lourdes cinched everything tight so that they would not slip before tying another very tight, unreachable knot. "There," Lourdes giggled while she pulled upon each end as tightly as possible. "You not escape."

"No, I not escape," Emily agreed. Her bonds were tight and very, very secure. Lourdes had even added a mini-harness around her shoulders so she could not somehow wriggle out of the ropes binding her arms together. Loosening or unpicking anything would be impossible and she waited to see what Lourdes would do next.

Lourdes' smile was huge while she picked up another piece of rope before looping it around Emily's slim waist. "I finish then we go swim," she said. Emily bit down on her lip while she watched Lourdes wrapping the rope around and around her waist. The first couple of loops went beneath her bound hands but the remaining five or six all went above, pinning her wrists securely against the small of her back. There was still several metres of rope left and Emily waited to see what Lourdes would do with them.

The answer was not long coming. Lourdes passed everything between her legs before taking the trailing ends around her thighs and looping everything around her waist again. The other quickly followed and Emily could not help sighing out aloud with pleasure while Lourdes carefully tightened everything much to her amusement. "You like, ha?" Lourdes giggled while she tied a tight little knot around the rope circling her waist. A wicked glint entered Lourdes' eyes while she prepared to take the last couple of feet back between her legs and Emily steeled herself for the inevitable. Resisting the sweet torment of a crotchrope was always all but impossible.

However, Emily could not help gasping out aloud while Lourdes carefully parted the soft lips guarding the entrance of her soft pink love canal before guiding each twin strand of cord through and tightening up everything until it gently rubbed her aching, tingling clitoris. All Emily could do was gasp like a beached fish while Lourdes passed the last few inches of cord around her bound hands before taking them back the way they'd come and tying everything off around her waist where she couldn't reach the knots. The delicious pressure of her crotchrope was all but unbearable and Emily danced around on her feet as if she was walking over live coals.

"Now we go swim," Lourdes beamed after inspecting Emily's bonds.

"Uh… Lourdes… How…" Emily gasped, "do I… swim like this?"

"With difficult," Lourdes giggled. "Wait." She picked up the phone and spoke rapidly for several minutes before banging the handset down. "Oops, I get excited," she said. "Call someone, look after Beauty, tie me then we swim. Have race."

"You as well?" Emily weakly asked.

"Of course!" Lourdes exclaimed. "We swim, have race."

"But… how do I swim with my hands tied behind my back?" Emily asked again. She wiggled her fingers one way and that before giving up.

Suddenly, another, extremely pretty girl entered and Lourdes smiled before motioning her over. "Emily, I'd like you to meet Jolina Magdangal. Jo, meet Emily." She turned back to face Emily. "Jo not busy so she look after Beauty while we have swim."

"Hi Jolina," Emily smiled while she curiously studied the beautiful creature facing them. "How are you?" Even by the lofty standards of these enchanted isles, Jolina was utterly and completely gorgeous. She was wearing a tight-fitting, glossy black PVC top that dramatically emphasised the beautiful swell of her perfect breasts while a minimally short red PVC mini-skirt covered her thighs. A pair of high-heeled sandals completed her stunning ensemble and Emily enviously studied her impossibly long legs before allowing her gaze to travel upwards. What was that word? Positively ravishing. The girl was as slim and lovely as a willow. Long, midnight black hair framed a lovely oval face perched atop a slender swan neck. Her long, gently curling eyelashes surrounded the most beautiful dark eyes Emily had ever seen and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Beautiful Jolina Magdangal was the kind of heavenly girl one could easily fall in love with and Emily envied the man who captured the lovely, wild island beauty's heart.

Jolina shyly bobbed her head before replying. "Mhmm."

"Jolina is duty girl today," Lourdes casually explained while Emily disbelievingly studied the huge red ball strapped between her lips. Far from spoiling her looks, the ballgag Jolina was wearing incredibly helped accentuate her darkly beauty good looks. It gave her a doe-eyed look that Emily guessed most guys would find positively irresistible. "She wear gag until time to go home."

"Mhmmm… " Jolina's eyes shone with a happy merriment while she curiously studied Emily's tight bonds.

"Jolina," Lourdes said, "we go have swim now. Could you tie me naman?"

Jolina nodded before mutely glancing around.

"Rope on bed," Lourdes said before turning around and presenting her hands for binding. Tie me tight, like Emily."

Emily watched with unabashed curiosity and increasing arousal while she incredulously watched Jolina tying up her new friend. Despite her straight heterosexuality, it was the most powerfully erotic sight she'd ever seen. Just when Emily thought she'd seen everything, Jolina changed the boundaries yet again. She could not get over the way the wild island beauty stood there with a ballgag strapped in her mouth with a complex head-harness holding everything in place whilst tying up another immensely attractive girl. Although Emily was already becoming relatively inured watching people tying up everybody else here, there was something deeply affecting about the way the tightly ball-gagged Jolina was tying up Lourdes. She was not sparing the rod either and Emily watched while Jolina pulled Lourdes' elbows together before tying them every bit as tightly as her own, already bound arms.

She felt privileged to witness what was obviously a moment of shared intimacy between the pair. It was obvious that they were both enjoying themselves very, very much. Now Jolina was pulling the rope between Lourdes' thighs and Emily groaned with barely suppressed arousal and longing while the other girl tightened up everything. She understood exactly how Lourdes felt because the same thing was happening to her as well.

"We… have… swim now…" Lourdes groaned while she squirmed about one way and that. Their eyes met with a wordless, shared understanding and Emily grinned while they examined each other's bonds and the crotchropes splitting their thighs. The white cords surrounding Lourde's waist and legs looked a bit like an inverted arrow with the tip vanishing deep within the deliciously dark, curly tuft of hair guarding her privates and Emily sighed again while she curiously peered downwards to see what her own crotchrope looked like as well.

Her puss was on fire and Emily winced with an equal mix of acute pleasure and sweet agony with each step she took outdoors. Normally, she rarely had to worry about moving once bound and gagged (in some cases, any kind of movement was quite out of the question!) but this was much different. She had no way of stopping or controlling the way it was rubbing against her screaming clit. There were a number of people around and Emily hoped that nobody would notice how unsteady her walk was while she picked her way across the wide path separating the guestrooms from the grassy areas bordering the pool. She hardly noticed the array of splendid fetish clothing upon display or several strikingly beautiful girls bound in a variety of imaginative positions atop the deck chairs or lounges where they were enjoying the balmy evening before dinner. A happily kissing couple decked out from head to toe in gleaming yellow PVC rainwear failed to move Emily while she gingerly negotiated the steps leading up to the artificial beach opposite her room. Even a slim and very pretty Filipina girl bound into an exquisitely tight little ball and suspended 40 feet above the water from a towering coconut-laden palm hardly registered while she carefully the sloping beach before entering the pool.

"Here, put fins on now," a voice suddenly said. "You swim now."

How, Emily thought, am I going to swim with that rope rubbing against my clit every time I so much as take a step?

Suddenly, she realised the fiendishly clever intent behind the swimming race that she was about to have with Lourdes. This was obviously a favourite Staiputt sport and one Lourdes was bound to excel in. She had the much longer legs than her diminutive companion but... Apart from one shallow end where several people were lounging, the pool was mostly quite deep and Emily knew that she would be forced to keep moving… With her hands so securely tied behind her back, all she would have was her long legs for propulsion. The large swim fins would help but…

In order to remain afloat, Emily knew that she had no option but to keep her legs going. If walking was this difficult, what would lying on her back and using her legs to generate any kind of forward momentum going to be like? She did not even want to think about actually competing against Lourdes in the pool. This race had sweet FA to do with swimming ability and everything to do with who could best handle the sweet torment of the constant, unbearable clitoral stimulation both would receive while splashing their way around the pool.

Oh my Goddd… Emily bit her lip and tried not to think about the inevitable multiple orgasms she was bound to enjoy almost immediately after entering the water. Her aching, tingling puss was already letting her know all about the rope tied there while she allowed Jolina to slip the tight fitting rubberised fins on each foot.

The crystal clear, gorgeously blue water was delightfully cool and Emily sighed with pleasure and relief while she waited for Lourdes to join her. The water was relatively shallow here and she could just stand upright while Lourdes entered the water.

Almost immediately as soon as she set off after Lourdes, the sweetest torment Emily had ever experienced began. Every time Emily could no longer bear the unbearably wonderful stimulation her crotchrope was providing while she kicked her away around the huge freeform pool, she instinctively stopped in order to escape its sweet caress. However, each time she stilled her legs, she immediately began sinking like a rock, which left her no option but to force her legs onward in a scissoring motion that only made the rope rub yet that much more insistently against her complaining clit.

Fortunately Lourdes was leading her around the shallow section and it was not long before a gasping Emily had to stop before planting her fins on the bottom. The delicious coldness of the water was not enough to quench the unbelievable heat deep within her most private parts. Nor was it sufficient to prevent the incredible tingly tingling sensation that occurred every time the rope sawed against her crotch. The rope splitting her legs was nowhere near tight enough to hurt, much less abrade her clit but… Emily groaned again and bit her lip while Lourdes doubled up with helpless laughter. Her crotchrope was just tight enough to provide a maximum amount of pleasure. Just tight enough there would be no escaping its insistent caress no matter which way she squirmed about.

"Ikaw ayos?" Lourdes giggled.

"Yeah… I… I'm fine," Emily hesitantly replied while she allowed the water to support her. The relief was immense. Not that it was hurting, far from it. It was just that unbearable tension her crotchrope created while she propelled herself along, which she could hardly stand.

"We have race now?" Lourdes' eyes sparkled with an unholy, wicked merriment and Emily could not help laughing along with her. She'd been well and truly had but… It was the kind of good fun she had not enjoyed for years. If nothing else, it was also the sexiest swim she'd ever enjoyed as well.

"Um…" Emily began.

"Maybe have bet." Lourdes was all giggly laughter and Emily could not help smiling. "Loser go in bondage sack, stay in sack one day."

"Oh no!" Emily protested. "That's not fair! It's a sucker bet and you know it."

"What's a sucker bet?" Lourdes asked.

"Like... um, it's a bet you make when you know you cannot possibly lose," Emily smiled. "I'm sure you've done this before."

"Maybe," Lourdes cheekily answered before giving Emily another sly look. "I win, no sack. You win, put me in sack, keep me in sack. Fair?"

"Sounds good to me," Emily smiled. "Where are we supposed to… um… swim?"

"Start here," Lourdes said. She pointed to the small artificial island sitting in solitary, resplendent splendour some twenty metres away. The tightly trussed up girl was still hanging from the palm and she was watching them with an unblinking interest. If she fell, she would land in the pool and... Emily gulped like a fish before swallowing. The water was much deeper there. What if… ?

"Don't worry, have two lifeguards," Lourdes giggled before continuing and Emily tried to ignore her reddening cheeks while she studied the island and the girl. She was smiling though the gag splitting her lips. Was she really that obvious? "Swim around island, back here. First back here is win race."

"Um, yeah, OK," Emily replied. They would have to swim a good seventy, maybe eighty metres. A doddle for an Olympic champion like Kieren Perkins or Susie O'Neill but neither ever had to worry about a crotchrope tormenting their privates while they swam.

"Shall we?"

The moment of truth.

Emily gulped again before convulsively swallowing. She was very unsure about her ability to even last the distance. The only consolation was that Lourdes would likely have as much trouble negotiating the course. After all, she also had an equally tight crotchrope splitting her cleft and it wasn't going to shift position either. At least Jolina was not just a pretty face; there was nothing wrong with her knot tying ability, Emily thought while she studied the girl half floating, half standing opposite her. She could not see Lourdes' crotchrope but it wasn't half-obvious how tightly her arms were tied together behind her back.

They'd been drawn so far backwards that it appeared as though each had been amputated. Lourdes had a petite build and she did not have large breasts so when Emily spotted each round globe proudly rising out the water like the twin islands they were, she could not help noticing how erect her nipples were. Each round, rosy tipped nipple jutted out from the delightful chocolate brown areolae surrounding them. So she's feeling it as well, Emily thought and a sliver of hope entered her brain. Maybe she had a chance after all.

"Ready?"

Emily nodded before rolling around so that she was half floating, half lying on her back with each foot firmly grounded on the bottom of the pool. At least the delicious pressure upon her aching clit was somewhat easier to bear while she allowed the water to help support her weight.

A long, pregnant pause followed before Lourdes called out, "Go!"