Relaxation Therapy 11 | bound and gagged bondage story

A strong swimmer, water held no fears for Emily. Like most Aussies, she'd learnt to swim almost before walking. However this… race was like nothing else she had ever experienced. As a Girl Guide and schoolgirl, Emily easily won the majority of races she'd competed in. Her natural ability and long legs always saw everybody off. The staggering number of blue ribbons and trophies decorating her old bedroom at home bore testament to her ability. But never before she'd competed in anything with her arms bound so tightly together behind her back that they felt as though they'd been welded together, never mind the most embarrassingly tight crotchrope cleaving her aching, tingling cleft.

Everybody was watching while Lourdes swiftly shot to a five-metre lead. Even the beautiful girl tied from the palm tree was intently concentrating upon them. Aware if she didn't get going, the race would be lost almost before she began, Emily hurriedly stroked after Lourdes who was setting a cracking pace.

Lourdes was churning the water to a white foam with her fins and Emily followed suit. She was lying on her back facing upwards as if backstroking her way to Olympic gold – except the like of Kieren Perkins et al never had to worry about their arms being taken out of the race in such a diabolical manner. Several times Emily instinctively tried to increase her speed with her arms before realising they simply weren't available and each time she lost valuable ground.

The rope tied between her legs was complicating matters as well. It was rubbing her clit with every powerful kick and ignoring its sweet, insistent torment was all but impossible. It wasn't all bad news though. The wide, powerful fins were propelling her through the cool clear water at such a speed, losing the use of her arms wasn't as great a disadvantage she'd thought it would be.

However the need to win was so strong it overwhelmed every other consideration and Emily quickly kicked out with her long legs. There was no way she was going to lose this one! There was nothing she wanted more than the opportunity of wiping the infuriatingly smug smile off Lourdes' pretty little face. Besides… the last thing Emily wanted was another day in the bondage sack with so much going on around her! As much as she liked intense, inescapable rubber confinement and bondage, beating Lourdes would be much more fun.

She was closing in on Lourdes now and Emily increased her pace. They were halfway around the island now. The girl hanging from the tree was out of sight now although the number of spectators lining the pool had increased. Suddenly Emily realised that the superior length of her legs was telling. Although Lourdes had the benefit of experience and home ground advantage (she was hugging the outside of the island, forcing Emily to swim further outwards to avoid her wake), her legs simply weren't long enough to last the distance. She was almost 5'8" tall, Lourdes an even five foot and the difference in height was already telling.

It was going to be close, that much Emily knew and she frantically windmilled her legs as if propelling a Mississippi paddlesteamer. The spectators were yelling encouragement and they spurred her on. Even the cute PVC-clad room-maids pushing trolleys loaded high with fresh linen and other essentials had paused to watch their race although the girls couldn't say much because of the large ball-gags strapped in their mouths.

Emily knew they wouldn't be wearing anything underneath their uniforms (such as they were). She remembered commenting upon their uniforms before Lourdes had gigglingly told her about the rules governing Staiputt workwear here. Panties or underwear of any kind were not allowed while on duty (crotchropes were "ayos" though, she'd said) but she didn't have time to think about what they might or might not be wearing while she chased Lourdes down the pool.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulled level.

Lourdes' face was a study in disbelief and horror as she drew level with maybe thirty feet or so to go. She kicked out harder but her tiring legs wouldn't respond. Gleefully, Emily pulled ahead before powering away. She'd won. Lourdes would be sleeping in the bag tonight!

The wall was only feet away and she awkwardly twisted around in a rainbow spray of sparkling water before leaning against it.

Seconds later, Lourdes pulled up before gasping for breath and grinning. "You very good swimmer," she beamed. "Can't believe you beat me. Swim in Olympics maybe."

"Thanks…" Emily shyly replied. If only! It would only just about be the most widely watched swimming event in the world for sure. She couldn't help smiling with the thought before returning to Lourdes. Although she'd won fair and square, she felt a little bad about beating her new friend so easily. "You're a really good sport." The girl didn't seem in the least put out about losing and Emily wondered how rare it was meeting people like that. She'd met people who carried on after losing a game of Monopoly as if they'd lost everything they owned in the world.

"Walang anuman…" Lourdes exclaimed before happily wriggling from side to side like an excited child. "You tie me up now?"

"Not yet," Emily giggled. "Dinner first. Then tie you up in your bag." She was already instinctively slipping into the fractured, almost pidgin English they used around here.

"Kayo nang bahala," Lourdes murmured.

"What? I'm sorry I… "

"Sorry… I forget you not speak the language. Means, 'Is up to you'," said Lourdes.

"Oh I see," Emily smiled. "You'll have to teach me some more words before I go home."

"Who says anything about going home, ha?" Lourdes exclaimed before rolling her eyes. "Hindi! You stay! You all tied up, not go home."

"So I'm really your prisoner now?" Emily giggled. She could not help feeling slightly bizarre laughing and joking like this with her arms and hands tied behind her back in the middle of the most beautiful swimming pool she'd ever seen. It was more like a tropical lagoon than a pool, if anything. The palm and its ornamental decoration was still there. For the first time, she noticed the thin, filmy netting tied below the clusters of coconuts hanging below the huge leaves and she grinned. A direct hit on the noggin by a stray nut really could spoil one's whole day. She'd seen several roadside stalls selling coconuts on the way to Staiputt. They were huge. Definitely large enough to really hurt and she glanced downwards before gazing upwards. Forty feet or so… Ouch indeed. The girl hanging from the towering palm suddenly caught her eye and she delivered a broad wink before flashing a brilliant smile clearly visible through the corners of her gagged mouth.

"Oo!" Lourdes laughed. "You stay." Slyly, "Maybe already you not want go home, ha?"

"Perish the thought… "Emily smiled. "I don't even want to think about that yet." She gazed into Lourdes' smiling brown face. Her dark eyes were alive with irrepressible humour and warmth. "You know… I'm really enjoying myself so far…" she said. "Thank you very much for… everything."

"Walang anuman…" Lourdes gentle, melodious voice was as soft as the zephyr of a breeze ruffling the leaves of the tall palm. "I'm very gracious happy you're enjoying yourself. Want you be happy, ok? Anything you want, you tell me, ha?"

"No worries," Emily smiled before leaning forwards and kissing Lourdes full on the mouth. She still hardly knew the elfin little sprite facing her and yet Emily felt as if they'd known each other all their lives, such was her bubbly personality and easy smile.

Lourdes grinned again before planting a quick kiss upon her lips and shyly retreating. "Salamat…" Her eyes were coquettish while she cocked her head to one side as if saying, "Come and get me!'

"This water is lovely," Emily sighed. The moisture laden tropical air was a sauna and the refreshing coolness of the clear blue water was invigorating. "I could stay here all evening."

"You want?" Lourdes asked.

"Maybe swim for an hour or so then we'll go have dinner," Emily thoughtfully answered.

"Gutom ako? Hindi?"

"Huh?"

"You… not hungry yet?" Lourdes earnestly explained.

"Not… yet…" Emily grinned. "But I will be soon."

"That's good," Lourdes approved. "You too thin. Need food, ha? Eat good tonight, ha?" She peered sideways before continuing. "Cook, she says we have seafood buffet. Lapu-lapu, sinigang, shrimp, prawns… tilapia – you like?"

Emily had no idea what Lourdes was saying but if the fish was anything like the delicacies they served up in the Barrier Reef was anything to go by, it would be good. She glanced downwards. Yet again, her new friend was right on the money. She had lost weight over the last few weeks. Perhaps the stress had been greater than she'd cared to admit. Oh well. It looked like she was going to end up making up for lost time – and then some. "Sounds delicious," she replied. "By the way… what is lapu-lapu?"

"Is masarap," Lourdes assured her before answering, "Masarap – means delicious. Lapu-lapu. Is like…" she thought for a moment before continuing. "Is big red fish. Like your coral trout. Very masarap!"

"That sounds wonderful," Emily smiled. Her stomach was already growling with hunger and she briefly entertained the idea of abandoning her swim. Tropical reef fish was some of the best eating in the world. "I can hardly wait. Anyway… could you untie my arms now?"

"Hindi," Lourdes giggled. "We swim, you stay tied. I stay tied naman, ok?"

"Yeah… ok," Emily sighed. She'd badly wanted to stretch out but it looked as if they weren't about to give her the chance.

Jolina was approaching with an armful of rope and a couple of… lifejackets? She'd also changed out of her slinky PVC gear before exchanging everything for a gleaming fire-engine red rubber one-piece swimsuit. The rippling rubber clung against every contour of her body as if sprayed in place. The ball-gag was still as tightly strapped in Jolina's mouth as ever though and Emily's heart caught while she studied the lovely island beauty wearing her mouth-filling gag with such evident enjoyment.

"What are they… for?" Emily asked.

"The lifejackets?" Lourdes giggled. "Jolina, she tie you, put lifejacket on, then you swim."

"Oh…" Emily weakly answered before studying the bulky PVC-covered lifejackets. "I see." She remembered wearing almost exactly similar jackets on the boat when out fishing with her parents. Her father was a keen fisherman and unlike many guys who preferred the company of their mates, actually enjoyed taking his children along. He'd been incredibly patient with instructing Emily and her siblings in the finer points of angling but one rule always remained inviolate whenever they were out on the water. Lifejackets on before entering the boat and only off once inshore or tying up at the boat ramp. Unlike her less enthusiastic brothers who viewed lifejackets as a necessary evil, she'd enjoyed wearing hers very much. The tapes reminded her of the ropes she loved while the soft PVC cladding was wonderfully sticky against her bare skin. She'd also liked the indefinable feeling of being hugged after putting her lifejacket on and strapping up everything as tight as it would go. Needless to say, hers was always the first on, last off.

The lifejackets Jolina were carrying were exactly the same right down to the tapes and her privates quivered with excitement while she thought about being tied up and lifejacketed. It'd been so long since she'd worn one but the memories had never died. The outer side was bright yellow with the letters DRICLAD and donning instructions stamped in bold black on the front panel while the reverse was an equally vivid red. A set of blue tapes set everything off. They both began each side of the collar before passing through a pair of loops on the side where they dangled downward and she softly exhaled before smiling.

"You like?" Lourdes suddenly asked.

"Oh yes…" Emily slowly replied. Would Lourdes think she was strange because she liked PVC-coated lifejackets? "I used to wear something like this when I was out on the boat with my old man. We used to go out fishing together," she explained.

"Oh ya?" Lourdes said before musing, "you know, we have man here, he like wearing lifejackets naman. Same like these. Is ayos, walang problema. We tell him you wear all the time, not come off till go home. Sleep in lifejacket, shower in lifejacket, wear to dinner. Stay on until go home. He like very much. Very happy. He says already he will come back."

"That's great! I'm really happy for him," Emily enthusiastically replied.

"Yah!" Lourdes said. Warming to her theme, she continued her story. "We have already another girl. German I think? She have big inflation fetish."

"Uh?" Emily asked. "A what?"

"Inflation fetish," Lourdes patiently replied. "You remember wear… floaties when learn to swim?"

"Yeah… I sure did. The big yellow ones. We had to put them on our arms before blowing them up." Emily smiled. She'd enjoyed wearing those as well. The cool smooth vinyl covering her arms felt wonderful against her bare skin.

"Oo, blow up, just like that," Lourdes smiled. "She wear floaties on arms, legs. Blow up vest, like that. She enjoy very much."

"Oh my word," said Emily. There was seemingly no end to the kinky perversions upon offer here. Anything went. What didn't they allow?

"Another guy, he want to be a baby. He like plastic naman," Lourdes recalled. "Put plastic romper suit on, nappies. We tie him up in pram, put dummy in his mouth, wheel him around." A sudden explosive giggle escaped her mouth. "Everyone say how cute he is. Wanna wheel him around. He get very hot, sweat a lot. He enjoy also, I think."

"I'm not sure I'm really into that at all," Emily smiled. "But if he likes it, that's fine by me."

"I not like naman. Don't wanna be baby. But… we don't judge here," Lourdes said. Her voice was very firm. "Um… If people like, consensual, not hurt anyone, is ayos. We want make people happy, ya."

"That's terrific!" Emily happily said. "I could not agree more. By the way… what won't you allow here?" she curiously asked.

"Um…" Lourdes bit her lip before continuing. "We very open-minded you know. Anything goes, as they say. But… SM – not ayos here. Other places you can go. Pain, blood play, water sports, we say no. Go elsewhere."

"Fair enough," Emily smiled. "Anything else?" Jolina was sorting out the rope and her skin prickled with anticipation.

"Um…" Lourdes looked downwards. "Some men they want… very young boys… girls," she said in a low voice. "Tie them up, hurt them. Offer lot of money. We say no! Hindi!"

"Oh my God…" Emily could feel her skin crawling as if a million bugs were invading her system. She knew what Lourdes was talking about. She hadn't realised that not everybody wanted to partake of a little innocent fun in a wholly safe, supportive environment. Rubber, bondage, that was Ok but… Not that kind of deviancy though. "That's horrible."

"Yeah… " Lourdes sadly replied.

"Not everybody is good," Emily smiled. "There'll always be really sick people out there. But I'm really glad you're all so honest and caring. You know… I've never felt so safe than the time I've been here."

Lourdes was delighted. "Oh talaga?"

"Oo, really." Emily could not help feeling absurdly proud of herself. She was picking up a few words already. Wanting to divert attention away from an increasingly awkward subject, she continued, "I've been really happy here."

"Me too," Lourdes sighed. "Maybe already you think I say this every to person but… I'm glad I met you. Have not know you ver' long but you my good friend already."

"Dearest Lourdes…" Emily slowly replied before softly exhaling. "I'm glad I met you as well. You're a lovely person and I'm proud to call you friend."

"Maraming salamat…" Lourdes' eyes were very soft. "I hope already you find the happiness you looking for. You wait, God provide. You pray, ha? He listen. I pray for you. One day… I know you will find that special true love."

"Thank you so much…" Emily sighed. She was immensely touched. These lovely girls cared, they really cared. They wore their Catholicism on their sleeves but… the girls of the Philippines were among some of the most caring upon the planet. Their concern wasn't contrived or an act put on for her benefit. "I hope so too. Who knows? Hope you'll meet someone who'll love and appreciate you for what you are."

"So long he know how to tie me up good, ya," Lourdes giggled.

"Of course," Emily laughed.

"Mgghhmm?" Jolina suddenly interrupted before pointing to the rope.

"Oo, you tie us now," Lourdes laughed. "Tie Emily first, ok? Then you tie me."

"But how… ?" Emily asked. There was no way she could climb out the pool without outside assistance. The waterlogged cords lashing her arms together were tight.

"Mhhggn," Jolina said. It sounded like, 'I help you.' and Emily smiled. The girl's cute gag-talk was another language she was learning. Jolina picked up a small box-cutter lying amidst the cord she'd dumped by the pool before gracefully sliding in the pool without a ripple. The water was shallow here and it only reached as high as her slim waist. Before Emily had time to react, Jolina was slicing everything away with practised ease.

She could not help groaning with relief after everything loosened before dropping away. Her arms and hands were almost numb after being tied together for so long. Well, not long really. Only an hour or so but the water had shrunk the cords and tightened everything until her bonds were immovable bars of iron. She happily windmilled her aching arms before flexing and re-flexing her tingling fingers to restore circulation. Jolina was untying Lourdes who showed her appreciation with a hug and kiss for Jolina.

'I tie you now,' Jolina suddenly said. Of course, it sounded like anything but, but the meaning was crystal clear. Jolina leapt out the water with an effortless, supple grace that reminded Emily of a leaping salmon. Water streamed from her glistening rubber swimsuit and lithe legs as she extended her hand for Emily to take.

After rubbing Emily down with a soft towel, Jolina began binding her again.

Although she'd already been tied up almost all day long, the thrill of being bound was still as strong as ever. Emily could feel the heat between her legs flaring out of control again while Lourdes expertly lashed her arms together. Her crotchrope was still in place and it was rubbing the most intimate portion of her anatomy every time she so much as twitched.

Jolina had folded her arms with her forearms parallel to each other and she was tying each wrist to the opposite arm next to each bent elbow. Emily could not help sighing with pleasure while Jolina carefully cinched everything tight before beginning on her arms. Being tied up like this was so beautiful. She could not imagine how anybody could dislike bondage. Being bound and gagged was the best thing in the world. It was her life.

And she had Staiputt for helping her re-discover the special joy of bondage – although Emily knew it'd never really left her. It was an addiction which had laid dormant like the seeds of a gum waiting for the next forest fire. However, her hunger for the ropes had exploded into new life and Emily knew she couldn't return to a life without bondage. She was only ever really happy whilst securely bound and gagged, the tighter the better. How she would cope without the comfort of tight ropes after going home, she didn't know either. Whether this indicated psychological problems or not, she didn't know. She would cross those particular bridges later. Meanwhile, for now, she would relax and enjoy the 'therapy' Staiputt was providing.

While Jolina concentrated on tying more and more rope around her body, wrapping each set of cords above and below her breasts, Emily began to feel as if she was floating. Jolina's movements were unhurried, leisurely. She was taking great care with every wrap and knot, pulling each tight, maintaining a steady even pressure before beginning the next one. Yet so swiftly did Jolina work, it wasn't long before Emily's arms were totally immobilised. There was now no way she could obtain any leverage whatsoever. Loosening the cords lashing her wrists to each forearm was out of the question because she couldn't force her pinioned arms apart. Subtle. And very nice as well.

The complex multitude of sensations overwhelming her body were so intense she swayed before almost falling. She was just aware enough of what was going on to dimly recognise the phenomenon for what it was. She was already entering 'sub-space', that transcendent moment of ecstasy where the brain surrenders itself to the pleasure of the moment. Her bondage was all. Yet at the same time, Emily was acutely conscious of the sweet kiss of the tight cords surrounding her body. They were gently squeezing her breasts together and she sighed again. Her heightened awareness was so acute she could feel every serrated groove and knots in the nylon cords gripping her arms. Everything was as sharp and crystal clear as if viewing the world through an acid trip. Jolina was creating a complex rope harness which was helping support her folded arms as well as further preventing any leverage and she wriggled from one side to another with ecstatic, squirmy pleasure.

Jolina held one hand before signalling, 'Stop.' Unsure what Jolina had in mind next, Emily hurriedly halted although what she really wanted to do was continue savouring her bonds. Suddenly Emily realised what Jolina had in mind. Bending downwards… Her beautiful rubber-clad buttocks were a joy to watch while she delved deep into the jumbled pile of rope. As firm and round as the Cebuano melons the lovely Visayas region of the Philippines was famous for, Emily had a sudden urge to touch and caress Jolina's terrific taut tush but there was nothing she could do about the situation with her hands out of action.

A second later, Jolina rose, reverently clutching Emily's favourite ballgag in one dainty hand as if it was an Imperial Faberge egg. "Mmghhmm," she said before holding the ball aloft. The meaning was clear and Emily happily opened wide to accept the glowing orb Jolina was holding out for her. Being tied up just wasn't the same without a gag. Tied and gagged – the most wonderful words in the world.

Without further ado, Jolina peremptorily pushed the ball in her mouth before buckling the first strap as tight as it would go. The second swiftly followed before the third and fourth, under her chin and around her head. There was no way it was coming out now and a happy giggle escaped Jolina's mouth before she unselfconsciously rubbed the ball filling her mouth against hers in an unashamedly erotic gag-kiss which seemed to last forever. It was the most beautiful kiss she'd ever shared with anybody and Emily knew she could easily find love here – of a wholly different kind from the one Lourdes had prophesied.

Eventually Lourdes reluctantly withdrew before picking up Emily's lifejacket and sliding it over her head. Again Emily could not resist a sigh of incomparable pleasure as the cool, smooth PVC settled against her skin while Jolina drew the taps tight, forcing the well-cushioned collar against the nape of her neck. Buckling everything tight. Jolina pulled hard on the tapes, squeezing the spongy bulk of the jacket against her chest and breasts. More than ever, Emily felt as if she was being hugged while Jolina completed putting her into the lifejacket. She glanced over where Lourdes was patiently waiting for her turn to be tied up.

Lourdes had obviously decided that she didn't want to wait any longer because she was already busily tying her legs together – and she was pulling each wrap, cinch and knot tight. She'd also retrieved her gag and it was back in her mouth with each strap pulled every bit as tight as Emily's ballgag. Emily shook her head. The girl was just absolutely incredible. Her passion for bondage was amazing. What was that word she'd once read on a website? A bondage pig. Lourdes was a bondage pig, just like her.

Jolina was lashing her legs together now and Emily couldn't help squirming with acute pleasure while the slim girl pulled everything nice and tight. Although the bulky lifejacket obscured much of her vision, she could easily visualise how Jolina was tying them. Ankles, knees (above and below) and thighs. Each band of rope was as neat (and tight!) as ever. Only the ropes immediately above and below her knees contained any slack and she wondered why. Not one single wrap overlapped each other and every knot was neatly tucked out of sight as usual. They certainly trained the girls well here, Emily thought. It wasn't hard to see where the money she'd outlaid went and she pushed the thought out of her head. The girls were her friends and they were here because they genuinely enjoyed bondage, rather than the financial rewards such a career offered. Lourdes' bright expressive eyes were aglow with pleasure while she pulled the last knot tight before leaning back on her hands and waiting for Jolina to complete the job.

After quickly inspecting everything, Jolina motioned for Emily to kneel. Puzzled, she complied. Sitting with her hands so tightly bound together behind her back was anything but easy but Lourdes helped Jolina ease her into a kneeling position immediately by the pool. Suddenly everything felt that much tighter. She couldn't slide her legs upwards or downwards. Jolina was looping a relatively short length of cord around her bound ankles and Emily suddenly realised what the girl was going to do. No… Surely not…?

Yes she was. Jolina was hog-tying her. She was passing everything around the ropes circling her body above her folded elbows and forearms. Then her ankles again. Jolina pulled hard on the rope and everything suddenly tightened up. Emily could feel each woven cord squeezing the soft flesh of her arms and it was a very nice feeling. This was how bondage should be – tight, and utterly inescapable. Satisfied she couldn't possibly tighten anything much further, Jolina looped the last remaining inches around the Gordian web of rope above her forearms before tying everything off as tightly as possible. There was no way she could reach, much less untie a single knot.

Suddenly, before she had time to savour the tightness of her bondage, Jolina pushed her sideways into the pool. She went under with a 'splash!' before instantly being pulled upright by the lifejacket.

Oh my God… Emily couldn't believe how she'd been tied up. She'd been hog-tied dozens of times before but never anything remotely approaching this! While Jolina and Lourdes giggled like all get out through their gags, she wriggled from one side to another. This was like nothing else she'd ever experienced. Her hogtie was tight but she'd never been pushed in a pool after being tied up. Emily couldn't help wondering if this was how an astronaut felt floating through space. She was literally, to all intents and purposes, weightless. The great buoyancy of her lifejacket and the water was holding her aloft. There was no pressure upon anything other than the delicious compression of the lifejacket nestling against her bare chest – and the cords lashing her hands and feet together.

The water was shallow here and she could just touch the tiled bottom with her feet. Otherwise, she couldn't move at all. There was virtually no wind to speak of and all she could do was helplessly float and disbelievingly watch while Jolina tied up a beaming Lourdes. Her Personal Assistant was clearly eager to join Emily in the pool and Emily badly wanted to laugh while Lourdes squirmed and wriggled like an over-excited puppy. Jolina was not sparing the rod, pulling every knot and cinch tight, much to Lourdes' evident approval and pleasure. Her heart went out to the girl who'd become such a valued friend during the very short time she'd known her. Nobody behaved like that unless they really loved being tied up. Bound and gagged… It was the best thing in the world. Emily understood exactly how Jolina felt.

At last Jolina was done and Lourdes was in the water alongside her. She'd been bound and hog-tied exactly the same way as Emily. Their eyes met in a look of conspiratorial understanding and mutual empathy as Jolina towed them out into deep water in the lee of the island before leaving them bobbing up and down like a pair of corks. Even if a typhoon blew up, they weren't going anywhere. She'd anchored them to a heavy concrete block lying on the bottom. The water was also very deep here – ten, maybe fifteen feet. Real bottom-of-the-harbour stuff. Although her upright position prevented her from looking directly downwards, the darkness of the water surrounding them told her of its depth and a delicious frisson of fear coursed throughout her tingling body before belatedly realising that they were unlikely to encounter sharks, barracuda or giant snakes here.

The girl suspended from the tree above was looking directly downwards and Emily grinned before returning her earlier wink and she wriggled with pleasure. Her beautiful face was alive with radiant happiness and Emily could feel the warmth of her joy. Despite the distance separating them, Emily could feel a strong kinship drawing them together. The girl had been very tightly bound. She was lazily spinning around while the breeze played with her bound body. Although some forty feet separated them, Emily could easily see how tight her cords were. Her legs had been folded backwards and welded together in a hammerlock while her chest and breasts were drawn hard against her thighs but it was obvious how much she was enjoying her bondage. She was a like-minded soul and Emily hoped they might meet up later.

Darkness was falling and the pool was brilliantly illuminated by dozens of strategically placed lights set around the perimeter of the lagoon as well as below. The deep blue of the pool provided a vivid contrast to the glossy green of the lush tropical vegetation growing out of every nook and cranny around them. The beaches glowed like minted gold under the soft glow of the lamps set in the artificial sand. The whole was incredibly, stunningly beautiful and Emily felt tears pricking her eyes while she stared around. Her wet bonds were already tightening around her wrists and legs but there was remarkably little discomfort, only a great sense of safety and well being. She'd rarely, if ever felt this blissfully relaxed or happy during the long, lonely years after losing her childhood companions. Being tied up was her life. She never wanted the evening to end. A better holiday she'd never enjoyed.

Lourdes' eyes suddenly met hers again and they shared another look of complete understanding which said, 'Me too.' There was no need for words, they were superfluous appendages which would have only spoiled the tender, inchoate beauty of the moment.

Although they couldn't do much except exchange meaningful glances and the occasional heavenly gag-kiss, Emily was anything but bored. There was so much to see and do. The tropical night was a celestial curtain and the heavens above were lit by a million tiny pinpricks of light. The vastness of the universe made Emily feel very small and insignificant. A ridiculous thought suddenly entered her head. What if… an alien spaceship suddenly descended? Scooping everybody up for scientific research and analysis? What would ET and his mates say when they discovered Lourdes and Emily bound and gagged within an inch of their lives? Or the tied-up girl hanging from the tree above? Emily shook her head before giggling, much to Lourdes' consternation and surprise. Her great dark eyes were asking, 'What's so funny?' but she had no way of explaining owing to the tightness of the ballgags strapped in their mouths. 'Ooga-booga-wooga' didn't quite cut it as conversation anyway.

There was no lack of action Earthbound as well. A pair of immaculately turned out rubber ponygirls suddenly trotted up before standing still. The electric blue of their full-body latex catsuits contrasted with the neon red of their full-body harnesses and reins. They'd even been bit-gagged and just like the real thing, the rider could control each girl through these. Each pony girl was also wearing a pair of shiny blue high-heeled, thigh-high PVC boots which produced the most wonderful 'click, click click!' on the paved path circling the pool. Their long, dyed hair sprouted upwards like the manes of a horse and Emily closed her eyes before shaking her head. Was there no end to the earthly wonders she was witnessing here? While she incredulously watched, their rubber-clad owner (Mistress?) leisurely unharnessed her au pair although the wide, round bit-gags each girl was wearing were left in place. As an extra precaution, she tightened their gags to prevent speech. After being unharnessed, their hands were re-bound in front and attached to their slim waists before being allowed in the pool, much to their evident relief and pleasure. It was a hot and sticky night and they had to be boiling underneath the layers of rubber they were wearing as well as the exertion of pulling the neat little trap.

Another pair of rubberists were canoodling in the pool and Emily couldn't tear her eyes away from the gorgeous bright yellow open-face rubber suit which accentuated every curve of the girl's lithe body. Her boyfriend was also decked out from head to toe in shimmering red. The gleaming rubber shone under the lights and Emily could feel her tingling privates heating up again. So beautiful.

The restaurant was obviously open for dinner because numerous couples decked out in all manner of magnificent finery were leisurely strolling down the path on their way for the evening meal. One girl was wearing the most gorgeous purple ballgown with a wide, billowing skirt and long sleeved-bodice while her immaculately groomed partner was resplendent in his penguin suit – which was where the similarity with their more conventional cousins began and ended. Both were made out of gleaming latex and Emily whistled beneath her breath. The expense must've been staggering. Standing out cost.

A couple of girls walking hand in hand were dressed from head to toe in equally shiny rippling leather catsuits. Each came with a wide belt fastened around their waist. Very Avengers and Emily smiled into her gag. The old TV series had been famous for the leather they all wore as well as the bondage one so rarely saw on-screen these days, thanks to the PC Nazis trying to impose their outdated views upon absolutely everybody else. Apparently the story was that various feminist and conservative groups were pushing for an end to scenes portraying women and girls as little more than helpless victims cowering before dominant guys with all manner of evil-intentions – not to mention the supposedly sexual connotations they contained! The wonderful helpless bound-and-gagged "damsel-in-distress" captive of the bad guys imagery was on the way out due to the 'need' to portray women as modern, empowered people perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. Emily closed her eyes before sighing. Stupid, just bloody stupid. What was the matter with such idiots? However, she was determined not to let this kind of idiocy worry her. As long as there were places like Staiputt where everyone could act out their favourite fantasies in person, everything would be all right.

Speaking of which… She could see a Japanese couple happily tripping the light fantastic down the path. One was a very cute young woman dolled up in a blue, white and yellow Sailor Moon type costume (if that's what it was) with all manner of ridiculously large bows and other assorted frippery adorning everything. An impossibly short pleated skirt barely covered her thighs and shapely rear. Eat your heart out, Malory Towers, Emily thought. It was so short that Emily could just make out the white of the girl's panties as a sudden gust of wind picked up the skirt, much to her giggly surprise. A pair of school-girlish pigtails framed her serene, happy face. She was also bound and gagged as well. Several bands of brown cord surrounded her arms above and below her breasts and Emily could see that her arms had been folded and tied much the same way as hers. A folded, triangular detective-style gag covered her mouth. Very nice – and impossibly sexy. Her companion was dressed in gangster black and he was packing (an obviously fake) machine pistol which he was using to prod her along the way.

Another girl was as naked as the couple before them were overdressed. She was wearing a Japanese rope harness (they were certainly popular around here, she thought) and Emily could see that it had been quite tightly applied. The poor girl would feel as if she was walking on eggshells as the cords rubbed her crotch. Her arms were also tied behind her back and she'd been equally tightly gagged with a classic cloth cleave-gag thrust between her pouting lips.

The guys were not having things all their own way though. A couple of very pretty Filipinas were leading someone in a beige institutional straitjacket with so many straps and buckles she lost count of everything. Clearly it wasn't designed to come off without outside assistance. More leather restraints decorated his ankles, forcing him to walk in a slow, shuffling gait while a large, round ball gag strapped in his mouth completed the package. The girls were wearing classically designed nurse uniforms of a shade of pink not to be found in any hospital. Of course both dresses were minimally short and Emily badly wanted to laugh. It really looked like everybody was having so much fun here! The longer she spent here, the more she liked the place.

A light breeze was ruffling the surface of the water although it was clear the humidity of the night hadn't dissipated whatsoever. Fortunately the deliciously cool water was keeping her relatively comfortable. Her bonds were much tighter though and Emily groaned into her gag before uncomfortably shifting position but the way she was being held made that impossible. She couldn't even move her legs. That hogtie was tight. The heels of her feet were only inches away from her outstetched fingers. She could wriggle her feet and flap her hands about although it was about the extent of movement available.

Suddenly a bolt of liquid ecstasy shot throughout her aching privates and she moaned out aloud. In the excitement of savouring her unusual bondage and watching everybody passing by, she'd almost forgotten her crotchrope. With her hands and feet now more or less tied together, she was arched backwards in a slight bow and the position she now found herself was causing her crotchrope to tighten. The cords burrowing between her cleft were really making their presence felt now and Emily almost felt like cursing Lourdes. She'd carefully tied everything between the lips of her clit where the strategically placed ropes would cause the greatest damage. They were insistently rubbing, massaging her aching, tingling love button – and there was no avoiding their sweet caress, no matter how hard she strained or wriggled about. They were so firmly anchored in place, there was nothing she could do but accept the inevitable.

Emily could feel her face reddening as she surreptitiously strained against the cords. Thank God for her lifejacket and the inky water concealing everything below. Fortunately Lourdes' attention was diverted elsewhere. She was watching a couple of handsome guys tightly lashing a cute Filipina girl to a tree between a great deal of giggling and laughter. The elfin raven-haired beauty was proudly sporting a crotchrope which had appeared out of nowhere. The cords were very white against her red bikini bottoms and she was squirming from one side to another with unabashed, unalloyed pleasure while they tied her arms to the trunk of the tall palm.

She glanced away before returning to her aching privates. The combination of her crotchrope, bondage and lifejacket was almost too much to bear. The heat between her legs was growing by the minute. Despite the relative weightlessness of her upright position, humping everything was surprisingly easy and she carefully increased the tempo until the tight cords were sawing against her tingling clitoris. Up, down, up… The delicious, tingly pressure was so great Emily felt like screaming. The sweet agony of her crotchrope was so intense she would have given up but the reward to come spurred her on to greater efforts. She bit down hard on the big ball forcing her aching jaws apart before heaving and straining against her unyielding bonds while she continued screwing her crotchrope. It was alive, a silky devil promising riches beyond belief and she unhesitantly yielded to its blandishments.

Suddenly, the tingling soared out of control. Her tingling, twitching privates were thrumming like the bow of a violin and she bit down on the ball again a split second before her first climax struck with the force of an atomic explosion. She could not help convulsing as one orgasm after another ripped throughout her defenceless body. Being tied up always had this effect upon her but it'd been an unusually powerful one. Suddenly exhausted, she weakly grinned into her gag a moment before the unbidden thought, 'I'm glad there's no sharks in here. I bet they could smell my juices ages away!' popped into her mind.

Emily guiltily glanced around. Ok, there were no sharks around but she still couldn't help feeling horribly self-conscious and exposed. It was the first time she'd ever brought herself off outdoors, in the almost the most public setting possible. There were several other people splashing about in the pool but they were all in the shallow end. Fortunately, nobody appeared to be paying them any attention whatsoever, other than a few interested and curious glances cast their way.

Suddenly Emily realised she'd forgotten one spectator who had to seen everything going on immediately below her – the girl suspended from the palm tree. Horrified and embarrassed, she glanced upwards before being rewarded with a smile and a knowing wink. Emily was also acutely aware of Lourdes' presence and she hurriedly glanced sideways.

Lourdes grinned when she noticed Emily's gaze and she winked again before glancing meaningfully downwards. "Mmgghmmm…" Her voice was very soft through the tight ballgag forcing her lips apart but there was mistaking the warmth and understanding her eyes contained and Emily couldn't help relaxing. She'd been silly. Lourdes got off upon being tied up as well. Everybody did. It was why they were all here – so they could indulge in their favourite sexual kink (or kinks) without fear of scorn, disapproval or outright opprobrium.

A moment later, the stillness of the water was disturbed by Lourdes who was bucking and writhing against her bonds as if her life depended upon escaping the tight ropes holding her captive. Although it was hard to see what was going on, she didn't have to be psychic to guess what Lourdes was after. Her eyes were glazed over as if high upon some illicit substance although Emily knew it was anything but the case. Lourdes was also humping and grinding against her crotchrope and Emily happily joined her. Seemingly seconds later, both girls rode their way to a mutually satisfying, thoroughly enjoyable and surprisingly intimate climax together.

Although being so tightly gagged was frustrating, Emily was glad they couldn't say anything about what had just occurred between them. It was another precious moment which words would've spoiled. Instead, there was a wonderful silent, shared understanding. Lourdes' expressive eyes spoke more eloquently than any amount of words and they communicated everything she wanted and needed to know. Lourdes was a true soulmate and Emily's chest was surprisingly tight while they silently nuzzled each other in soundless, wordless appreciation of each other and the strange desires which united the girls more surely than any brother/sister relationship. Even her friendship with Darren hadn't ever been anything like this although they'd come close at times. They'd never spoken openly about the tying-up games they enjoyed together so much, instead preferring to retain the occasionally thin veneer of innocent childhood fun. This was different because both girls were aware what was happening and the effect being tied up had upon their slim, youthful bodies. Dearest Darren… Emily thought. If only you were here now. You would've loved this place.

The sound of merriment was reaching her ears and Emily helplessly glanced sideways in mute supplication. Tied the way she was, being held up by a lifejacket while she bobbed up and down, there was no way she would be going anywhere. They'd hardly moved since being left there by Jolina. Her bonds were also increasingly uncomfortable although it was the least of her worries. Her hands and feet were almost numb now after being lashed together for so long. The waterlogged cords had shrunk to the point where they felt like red-hot bars of iron – and every knot was far, far out of reach. She wouldn't be untying herself, that was sure. She was starving as well as desperately thirsty after a long day in one tight bondage after another. More importantly, she was missing out on the wonderful camaraderie and party sure to follow. Almost everybody would be there by now. The pool was all but deserted and increasingly few people were using the path now.

Where the hell was Jolina anyway? She hadn't forgotten them had she? This was most un-Staiputt like and she angrily squirmed from one side to another in impotent bound frustration. They'd moved maybe two inches since being tied up and left here. However, Lourdes didn't seem too worried and Emily wondered why. Of course these people had a different concept of time but even so…

Suddenly Jolina appeared and Emily sighed with relief. Lourdes giggled.

The tow back was a slow one due to the deadweight of the two girls and Jolina was puffing by the time she reached shore with her helpless cargo.

After positioning them by the wall and the nearby underwater steps, Jolina cut the rope between Emily's hands and feet before attending to Lourdes. The circulation was all but gone and Emily weakly flopped down on the steps before sighing with relief. It was really good being able to stretch her stiff, aching legs. Being tied up was the best thing in the world but it could become uncomfortable after a while – it was all part of the fun however. Jolina was untying her now and Emily couldn't help groaning again while sudden life flowed back into her stiff, useless hands and feet.

Sometimes being untied could be almost as good as the actual binding process and this was one of those times. It was fantastic being able to move freely again. In many ways, it was moments like these Emily really appreciated bondage the most of all because that freedom reminded her what she'd willingly given up whilst bound and gagged without any hope of escape or release whatsoever.

The only downside was the ballgag which was still strapped between her aching jaws. Each buckle had a padlock in place to remove any possible temptation and Emily wasn't sure whether she should he happy or dismayed. However, Jolina and Lourdes were still wearing their gags and Emily realised she had no choice but to go along.

There was one consolation though. Her hands and feet were free again. The temporary numbness was completely gone. It was about the first time all week she'd had the use of her limbs and she happily windmilled her arms before luxuriously stretching. It was really, really nice loosening up everything and she allowed a soft sigh of pleasure to escape her gagged lips. Hopefully, she would get to enjoy some kind of break. After all, she'd been kept tied up more less every single waking second since arriving. They even shackled her ankles while showering. In many ways, it already felt as though she'd been here forever. She'd all but lost track of time – the only real point of reference was the one dinner she'd enjoyed since arriving and Emily disbelievingly shook her head. So much had happened within such a short period of time. Within the space of just one day, she'd already been tied up more times and longer than any time during the long lonely years since graduating from university.

Suddenly she noticed Jolina picking up a short length of cord out the corner of one eye and her heart stopped. Surely not? Yes, she was and Emily's heart sank. All her hopes had been dashed – again.

The huge ball wedged in Jolina's mouth wasn't wide enough to hide her grin while she held up the rope before motioning for Emily to turn around and give her her hands for tying. Her embarrassingly tight crotchrope was still there, splitting her aching clit in two and Emily felt the first stirrings of yet another orgasm while she mutely allowed Jolina to cross her hands over each other in a 'X' before roping her wrists together with a Japanese square lashing.

Simple but fiendishly effective. Jolina began with a clove hitch before passing the already doubled strands of cord under, over and around each wrist several times. After creating several tight wraps, she cinched up everything to prevent anything loosening before completing the tie by passing the cords around her already well-tied wrists so that they created another 'X'. Another couple of wraps completed the job before a second, tighter cinch and knot. The entire process had taken Jolina less than a minute. Amazing. This girl really knew what she was doing. Emily sighed inwardly before testing her bindings. As usual, there was no way she would be loosening, much less untying anything.

Jolina was already tying Lourdes' hands behind her back in exactly the same manner. Blink and you would miss everything, Emily thought while she watched Jolina tying Lourde's hands together with lightning speed. Satisfied the girls wouldn't be going anywhere, Jolina leisurely attached another length of cord to the 'T' junction of their crotchropes where they met the ropes tied around their waists.

All this for a 30-second walk back to her room, Emily thought while she stumbled along behind Jolina. They really didn't muck around here did they? And to think she'd signed up for almost two weeks of this treatment. Walking with her hands tied behind her back never got any easier and each time she stumbled or halted, the leash attached to her crotchrope pulled everything tight so that by the time they reached her room, she was already dripping in sweat.

Apart from enduring the sweet agony of her crotchrope teasing her clit with every step she took, it was also as hot and steamy as ever. Emily was undecided whether it was a sauna or a Turkish bath. Each was equally bad. Either way, a good night to wear something other than rubber or plastic.

Obviously Jolina had the same idea as well and Emily's heart plummeted like a rock when she saw what she was apparently expected to wear – along with Lourdes.

Rubber – and lots of it. Even back home, just one enclosure suit was enough to work up a good sweat, never mind what she would be wearing tonight. Not one but three suits – and at least two of them involved full-body enclosure. Hoods, gags… The full enchilada. Oh my God. She would end up being roasted alive. Even so. Emily knew there was no way out. What they said, went.

Oh well. In for a pound, out for a penny. Lourdes was similarly dismayed and Emily couldn't help giggling. They really were in this together weren't they? Lourdes was studying everything Jolina had laid out for her on the other bed as if it might bite.

Jolina made a noise which sounded like another giggle before indicating that they should begin dressing and Emily sighed before picking up her dildo panties. Neither Lourdes nor herself would be going anywhere until they had completed dressing for dinner. She'd even thoughtfully provided a tube of KY jelly for each girl and Emily reluctantly untied her crotchrope before lubing each probe and slipping everything up her legs. Eight inches up front, six behind.

She was so wet that inserting the giant dildo was a breeze. The plug slid wetly all the way up her love canal and she couldn't help squirming with pleasure after pushing it home. Granted, it wasn't the cock she desperately wanted and needed but it came close. Her anal probe was always that much more difficult though. Emily closed her eyes before positioning the tip of her penis plug directly above the round, puckered entrance of her anus before giving everything a sudden hard push. Her sphincter reluctantly opened to accept the anal intruder and before she could back out, Emily hitched her rubber briefs high up her waist sealing everything deep within each cavity.

Lourdes' eyes were as wide and round as saucers after inserting her plugs and she couldn't help giggling before picking up the first suit and sliding everything up her legs. Anxious to get going before everything was gone (especially that masarap lapu-lapu!), Emily hurriedly followed suit. The rubber flowed up her legs and she couldn't help sighing with acute pleasure and longing as her tingling skin reacted to the slick, cool smoothness of the latex. There was nothing quite like rubber for the sensations it imparted.

The rubber was still cool to the touch although Emily knew this happy state of affairs wouldn't last long. Her room was artificially cool thanks to the powerful air-conditioning unit happily humming away. Eventually, only the hood remained and Emily pointed to her gag. Did Jolina want her to leave everything on?

No she didn't. Jolina smiled before producing a key out of nowhere which she used to unlock each padlock. Before allowing Emily to take everything off, Jolina held one finger up to her lips before slowly drawing her hand across her throat to indicate what would happen if she dared disobey her instructions.

Phew… Emily couldn't help feeling glad as she pulled the ball out her aching mouth. The reprieve was only temporary at best but it was good being able to breathe normally again. After luxuriously inhaling a huge mouthful of deliciously cold air, she began on the second, much heavier suit. The pile of rubber was shrinking but there was still several items left.

Jolina had already finished pulling on the second suit. Only her lips and eyes were just visible beneath the clear cat-shaped goggles positioned either side of her nose as she eased the hood of her second, matching suit in position over her head. Not one inch of skin was visible beneath the two layers of thick rubber covering her lithe body. Even her hands and feet were encased in smooth, glistening rubber. Not a single wrinkle or ripple disturbed the uniform smoothness of the rubber save for those areas it met her joints. She looked like an extra straight out of Predator or Aliens and Emily smiled as their eyes met. This was so much fun!

The second rubber suit was thicker and heavier than the first and sliding the stiff, unyielding rubber up her legs was much more difficult. There was considerably less elasticity and she was puffing by the time the rubber reached her neck. The hood was dangling downwards and she inhaled deeply before pulling upwards. Her suit also came with the same clear lenses as Lourdes' and Emily couldn't help feeling as though she was viewing her world from a fishbowl. She could see straight ahead but her peripheral vision was extremely limited. Despite the coolness of her room, she was already sweating and Emily tried not to think about what she would be feeling like after a whole evening outdoors in that suit. Jolina was zipping up everything and Emily felt her heart sinking again as the girl applied another small padlock to lock the twin zip of the hood and suit together.

Before Emily had time to digest what was happening, Jolina pushed her down on the bed before sliding her feet into the most unbelievable pair of footwear she had ever seen. They were nothing like Cinderella's glass slippers, that was for sure. Each foot was now encased in a pair of glossy gleaming rubber coated high-heeled boots. The thin, stiletto heels had to be at least five inches high and Emily could not help wondering how she was ever going to walk in these while Jolina began tightly lacing her legs into each thigh-high rubber boot.

At last Jolina was done and Emily disbelievingly stared downwards as the girl pulled her upwards again. Each boot extended all the way up her legs, stopping only inches short of her crotch. Jolina had done each up so tightly that they followed the natural contours of her legs and thighs. She felt as though they'd been glued in place. Amazing. What would her friends say if only they could see her dolled up like this right now? Probably freak right out, she thought before returning to her outlandish attire.

More than ever the compressed rubber the boots were covering was assuming the consistency of wild honey. It was a second skin and Emily was aware of her breathing arriving in successively shorter gasps while her stunned brain struggled to cope with the visual and sensory overload.

Suddenly, Emily noticed the corset Jolina was proudly holding aloft like a trophy bass and she gasped. Constructed out of heavy duty, boned rubber, the ebon corset curved inwards from just below her breasts to somewhere immediately above her hips and Emily tried not to think about how tight everything would be. Although she'd never tried on anything remotely resembling the corset Jolina was slipping around her waist, she'd read descriptions of tight-lacing as well as avidly studying the accompanying pictures in John Willie's Bizarre so Emily had some idea what to expect.

Nevertheless, even Emily who'd already experienced almost every sexual kink available during her life was totally unprepared for the tightness of her corset. Jolina was not sparing the rod. She was pulling on the thick laces with all her might, lacing Emily into her new corset more and more tightly with each hard yank. She was tying everything in a criss-cross pattern in exactly the same manner as her shoelaces (if they could be called that) and Emily began to feel as though she was being squeezed from inside out like a tube of toothpaste.

However, she had to admit that the corset was doing wonders for her figure. Even the plugs fucking each orifice went unnoticed while she disbelievingly studied her reflection in the mirror opposite. She'd never seen her waist pulled in so sharply it now resembled something approaching an hourglass. The outer edges of her corset were also pushing her breasts upwards and outwards further emphasising the wonderful, utterly feminine curves of her body. The tighter Jolina laced her into everything, the greater the amazing sense of invulnerability and empowerment became. Emily could not remember ever looking or feeling this impossibly, stunningly sexy. She was Woman incarnate in her rubber outfit, corset and boots. It was a blurring of roles she'd never anticipated. It was amazing really. Although she was the one being dominated – and tied up not long after, she felt anything but. This was a mutual exploration of their sexuality, a game all three loved playing together.

Emily could feel tears threatening yet again while she gazed around the room. She could not remember feeling as happy before or since. This was her life – and she had the most wonderful new people to share everything with. Her new friends were some of the best people she'd ever met. Beautiful Beauty in the bag, ball-gagged Jolina completing the last laces of her corset and the rubberised Lourdes waiting for her turn. Her wide, toothy smile was very bright beneath the expanse of ebon rubber coating her head as if moulded there.

At last Jolina was done and Emily carefully breathed in and out while she slowly adjusted to the strangeness of her new corset. It wasn't anywhere near as crushingly tight as she'd expected but it was certainly tight enough. She could feel everything compressing her chest and lungs. However, it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. Rather, there was a wonderful feeling of being hugged and Emily decided that she liked her corset very much. She glanced around the room to see what was happening. Was this all?

She could just make out one item remaining through the increasingly opaque lenses which were already beginning to fog from the trapped heat of her body. As she peered closer, Jolina scooped it into her hand.

Oh my God. A rubber hood. A lace-up discipline hood and for the first time, Emily quailed before the intimidating collection of rubber, laces and buckles. "Don't tell me I have to wear that as well?" she blurted out.

Emily couldn't help squirming. It was the first time she'd ever seen anything other than a smile decorating Jolina's angel face. She could feel the temperature dropping several degrees as Jolina stepped forward before spinning her around and pulling the hood over her face in seemingly one fluid movement. Her fingers were quicksilver-swift while she pulled the laces tight, sealing her into the helmet. All Emily could do was mutely stand put while Jolina firmly laced up everything. She was pulling the laces really hard and Emily couldn't help groaning while the rubber tightened until it was as taut as a drum. Her skull was being squeezed in a vice and it wasn't an altogether pleasant feeling. Still visibly cross, Jolina pulled the last laces tight before viciously knotting the last remaining inches together in a double knot.

The hood extended downwards until it just about met her shoulders and Jolina pulled the wide flap across before fastening a twin pair of buckles across the nape of her neck and padlocking each. There was no way her helmet was coming off until Jolina decided to release her because the wide, strong flap totally concealed the laces and double knot she'd tied at the base. Her smile was back, if somewhat thinner than usual, as she pocketed the keys. However, she wasn't finished with Emily yet.

Before she had time to protest, Jolina pressed a wide pad of rubber against her mouth. It concealed a large, round penis plug and as she briefly opened her mouth in surprise, Jolina pushed it home. The plug was so wide it rather effectively forced her jaws apart, further tightening everything. Without further ado, Jolina threaded the straps through the loops provided either side of the heavy rubber hood before tightly buckling and padlocking everything.

Emily couldn't understand why she hadn't noticed the leather harness lying on the bed. It must've been there all along while she was busy suiting up. Whatever. Gagged as she was, any protest was out of the question while Jolina passed everything over her shoulders. The construction of the classic full-body harness was simple. Despite the increasing tightness of her rubber confinement and bondage, Emily was secretly delighted. She'd seen such harnesses featured in magazines but she'd never worn one before. Two 1" shoulder straps met a wide, round ring which supported the first of three matching 'ribs' designed to go around her chest and waist. It also contained a crotch strap as well and Emily distinctly felt her clit heating up while she studied the strap innocently dangling downwards. She knew where it would go.

She was acutely aware of Lourdes' amused gaze while Jolina forced her arms behind her back before buckling her into the harness. The first strap went around Emily's chest, just above her heaving breasts before being drawn tight and secured in place. The second was taken underneath her breasts, around the narrowest part of her corset and equally firmly secured. The last strap circled her waist and this too was tightly buckled and padlocked. Only one strap was left and Emily instinctively tensed as Jolina took it in her hands. Her smile was back and Emily closed her eyes while the girl pulled it between her legs before pulling everything through the buckle and yanking hard upwards. The delicious pressure between her legs and it took all of Emily's willpower to resist the temptation of crying out while Jolina affixed the crotch strap in place. Emily was certain it was exactly what she'd been hoping to hear.

However, Jolina showed no sign of disappointment as she picked up the last remaining couple of items. Because the lenses covering her eyes were pressing downwards, seeing anything much beyond a range of ten metres was difficult. Her peripheral vision was almost gone as well – she could more or less only stare straight ahead. However, it wasn't long before Emily found out what they were when Jolina calmly strapped her wrists together before tackling her elbows. She looped everything through the buckle and pulled hard until her elbows met before buckling the last strap and completing her bondage. Almost. Jolina quickly added a pair of metal shackles, which she looped around each ankle before padlocking each shut.

Suited in heavy tight-fitting rubber from head to toe, vaginally and anally fucked, corseted, bound and gagged, Emily could only incredulously watch while Jolina completed tying up Lourdes in exactly the same manner. Of course, Jolina did not show any mercy with corseting, hooding, tying and gagging her until a matching pair of gleaming rubber aliens faced each other.

Jolina's face was a study in delight while she beamed around the room. While the two girls helplessly watched, Jolina luxuriously stretched each arm and leg in turn before wrapping a light sarong around her waist as if mocking their helplessness. She'd also exchanged her rubber swimsuit for a minimally tiny bikini. Barely there, the thin fabric covered her nipples and pudenda and not much else. They were clad from head to toe in numerous layers of the tightest, most restrictive rubberwear humanity was capable of devising while their tormentor dressed for the tropical heat awaiting them outside.

Jolina's beautiful features were alive with pleasure and bubbly laughter while she motioned for each to stand before leading them outside.

The intense tropical heat struck Emily with the force of a sledgehammer before she'd even taken a couple of steps. The night sky had clouded over and the low cloud had trapped everything below in an enervating, sticky haze of humidity.

Emily incredulously shook her head while she glanced around. Although she was no stranger to the tropics, she'd forgotten just how hot it could get outdoors.

What would the evening hold? Emily wondered before awkwardly setting off down the curving path.