Rubber bondage, girls tied | Relaxation Therapy 12 story

"Oh my word… That fish was beautiful. Absolutely wonderful." Emily happily sang the praises of the masarap lapu-lapu Lourdes had told her about earlier.

"Masarap huh?" Lourdes replied. Gleefully, "I told you so,"

"Yes I know," Emily replied before hiccuping. She was already quite tipsy (as opposed to drunk). Too much icy-cold champagne was going to her head. However, she was absolutely boiling in all that rubber and she'd needed frequent refills to help remain even half cool. It was hotter than ever (everybody was saying so) and the only part of her body not covered by the multiple layers of thick clinging rubber which Jolina had made her wear was her lips. Paradoxically though, the tightness of her corset had forced Emily into eating smaller portions than she was accustomed to but it had helped draw out the flavour and enjoyment of her meal. "You keep telling me."

She glanced around before awkwardly shifting position and groaning. The incredible sexual tension and steadily increasing arousal which the combination of her deliciously sticky, clingy rubberwear and bondage was creating was also not helping matters the slightest little bit. She was hot, hot, hot. Literally. The knowledge Lourdes was also similarly suffering was hardly any consolation. She'd already drained the best part of a pint jug of water.

They weren't alone though. If anything, half the guests out here tonight were wearing some form of rubber or another. A few, the lucky few were scantily clad in nothing more in gleaming latex bikinis or leotards but many, many people were sweating it out like Lourdes and herself.

At least she wasn't tied or gagged so that was something. As usual, she'd been shackled to the low wooden fence separating their table from a brilliant mass of blooms in a garden bed opposite. She was still wearing her leather full-body harness but the tight straps no longer circled her arms. However, the crotch strap of her harness was forcing each plug buried within her private bits that much further upwards. But there was nothing she could do about the way they were so remorselessly and thoroughly fucking each orifice to the extent she wanted to scream out aloud with the strength of her arousal.

A waiter was fetching someone's ballgag on a silver tray and she squirmed in her seat before quickly distracting Jolina. "Is it always this hot?" she asked before pointing outwards to emphasise the point. It was fully dark now but the horizon was constantly lit by an unending light show which would've done justice to the latest Star Wars film. Sheet lightning was illuminating the bloated black bellies of the clouds hanging offshore and she could only marvel at the majesty of the incredible show unfolding in front of her eyes.

"It is the rainy season now," Jolina carefully enunciated. Her English was good if somewhat rather precise and Emily delighted in listening to her sweet clear voice. It was easy to obtain the impression Jolina was slow but in fact, she was anything but. It was easy to see how hard Jolina was concentrating on getting her speech right. She quickly glanced around before smiling in reply. The waiter had passed by. After arriving, a tightly bound and ballgagged waitress had magically appeared out of nowhere before silently standing to attention like a soldier on the parade ground.

Her slim, lithe body had been sheathed from head to toe in a gleaming fire-engine red rubber catsuit, which perfectly set off the red ballgag strapped in her mouth. There was no way her gag was coming out because the tight fitting open-face hood of her rubber catsuit had been pulled over her head and the straps locking the ball in place. Emily could even see the outlines of the straps and buckles beneath the rubber covering everything. The girl's arms had been very tightly bound together behind her back with inch-wide black straps, forcing her into an almost perfectly upright position. From the front, she gave every appearance of being armless. They could've been amputated at the shoulders, so tightly they'd been drawn together behind her back.

Another couple of matching straps helped support a black enamel tray attached to her waist and to make certain it would be going nowhere, another pair of straps had been attached to the outer edge of the tray and Emily could see everything joining up together before disappearing between her thighs. However, the smiling girl gave no indication she noticed either the tightness of her bondage or the thin crotch strap passing between her legs while she patiently waited to see what Jolina would do. It was at this point she'd stood up before unbuckling the straps lashing their wrists and elbows. After untying her charges, Jolina unbuckled their gags before handing everything to the girl who'd promptly trotted off with everything. It really wouldn't do splashing sauce b?arnaise all over their expensive bondage equipment would it?

"Oh I see…" Emily replied while she gazed around. By now, almost everybody had finished eating and the festivities were just about beginning. A team of pretty waitresses was busily clearing away everything. Someone else was untying the pretty girl who had spent the evening in a tight hogtie amidst the groaning buffet which, of course, had everybody returning for seconds! The funniest thing was the way she'd been left ungagged so she could provide recommendations or suggestions. Emily had been unsure about trying the unattractive-looking smoked whole tilapia until she'd piped up with, "Tilapia, very masarap, you try, ha? Is very good tonight." She'd been right as well. Although the lapu-lapu had been stunning, the terrific tilapia almost matched it for taste. They really took service seriously around here, didn't they?

Somebody obviously possessed the same perverse sense of humour as Jolina because every girl was outfitted from head to toe in skintight rubber of every colour and hue. Only their lovely, laughing faces were visible beneath the rubber covering their bodies. She loved the way the tight fitting latex showed off their beautiful, firm behinds and long legs to best advantage. Last night, it was sexy PVC, tonight it was rubber and she wondered what Staiputt would come up with next. Their hot, flushed faces told the story and Emily would've felt sorry for them if she hadn't noticed how much they were obviously enjoying everything as well.

"Sometimes we have a typhoon and it rains every day," Jolina said.

"Just like jolly old England eh?" A rich chuckle escaped Walter's mouth and Emily grinned. Good old Grinspoon. He'd kept them in stitches all evening with his seemingly inexhaustible of stories and jokes. Miyu hadn't said much but on the other hand… She hadn't had the chance to say much of anything. After being removed for her meal, it'd gone straight back in her mouth as soon as she'd cleared her plate. Her bondage was different as well. In fact, it couldn't have contrasted further with last night's performance. Miyu was wearing a crisp white cotton blouse teamed with a denim skirt and a pair of Italian high-heeled knee-high boots. She'd been bound to the chair after selecting everything from the buffet. Dinner over, Walter hadn't wasted any time completing Miyu's bondage. Her hands were lashed together in an 'X' behind her back while her bound feet were lifted off the ground and tied to the chair. Emily noticed that he'd tied everything in such a way that the more Miyu swung her feet, the greater the pressure it would place on her crotch. A sweeter torment she could not imagine. More rope surrounded the girl above and below her breasts and to ensure nothing slipped or loosened, Walter had woven everything through the slats of the chair, firmly lashing Miyu to everything in the process. The final touch was a classic white cleave gag, drawn tight between her jaws before being tied around the nape of the neck. Very Sweet Gwendoline, Emily thought. Before being gagged, she'd explained that Walter loved classic damsel-in-distress bondage and role-playing so they were acting this out tonight - although Miyu appeared to be anything but distressed. Her soulful eyes had never left Walter throughout and Emily envied the couple the love they shared very much.

"Yes, just like England," she teased while Miyu watched Sir Walter with doe-eyed admiration. "Remember who invented the mackintosh."

"At least we don't get a jolly miserable old drizzle every day here though," Sir Walter happily observed while he tamped his pipe. "I'm used to it but Miyu hates the cold and damp back home."

"It never rains… but it…" Jolina offered. "How… how do you say this?"

"It never rains… but it always pours," Emily smiled.

"Oo, it never rains but it pours," Jolina said before asking, "Have you ever seen a typhoon here?"

"Uh… no… I haven't," Emily admitted. "I know it can really rain here though. I've been to Singapore and Hong Kong so I've got some idea what it can be like."

"Rains dogs and cats here," Lourdes giggled. "Rain very hard. Sometimes rains whole week. Never stop. Wear raincoat all the time."

She'd mangled the expression but Emily understood what the girl was trying to say. "I'm sure you'd enjoy that though."

"Oh ya, I do," Lourdes giggled. "My family, they think ako si baliw coz I always wear plastic or rubber raincoat."

"What does baliw mean?" Emily asked.

Lourdes rolled her eyes before pulling a silly face and gurgling horribly. "Means crazy. You know, mental, just like that," she giggled.

"Umm… what do people think of Staiputt around here?" she curiously asked. "I'm sure everyone must know what goes on around here?" People talked, gossiped. Like the cooks for example, she didn't say. Surely not everybody here was into bondage or latex? Although the heavy rubber and thick plastic lenses covering Lourde's face prevented her seeing almost any facial reaction, Emily could have sworn she looked uncomfortable.

"Hmm… Most people, they also think we baliw naman. They laugh, you know?"

Emily nodded. She understood exactly where Lourdes was going. Same reason she couldn't talk about her kinky interests at work. Everybody would laugh or tease her. She'd be humiliated, a social outcast. "Yeah, I understand."

"But… others, they open-minded. Don't care," Lourdes said.

"Staiputt is a big employer here," Jolina thoughtfully said. "They look after everybody here very well, pay very well. Island depends on their money."

Emily grinned. There was nothing like the lure of cold, hard cash to quickly change attitudes – especially in a poor country like the Philippines where half the population lived on or below the poverty line. And the girls were all happy here. Blind Freddy could see how much they were enjoying themselves. There was no sense of exploitation unlike the girlie bars of Angeles on the 'mainland' island of Luzon where they had to lie on their backs for money. Staiputt was a good employer as well, that much was also obvious. Of course these attitudes would percolate outwards into the general community.

"Church not like Staiputt though," Lourdes sighed. "They think we all live in sin here. Not like, say is very bad. You know, our religion is very important to us. Faith very strong here. So Catholic Church very important to people here. They say something, people listen."

Emily nodded again. She didn't know what to say. It was true though that people wore their religion on their sleeves around here. Like Lourdes and Jolina. They didn't make a big deal out of their faith but she could see how deep and unshakable their beliefs were. And in a poor country like the Philippines where so many people owned so little, faith was important because it provided the hope which they needed to keep going.

"So… if the church does not like… why are you here?" she carefully asked.

"Because…" Lourdes bit her lip and Emily smiled. "I know is not sin. Priests not understand. Um…"

She was struggling for the right words to say and Emily smiled again. "I think I understand but go on?"

"People tell me what to do with my body, my life, is not fair, I don't like. I believe in God, Jesus, I go to church to worship Him. Am good Christian but… umm… I not like when people try force beliefs on me."

"Yes, I can understand one hundred percent," Emily sighed. Back home they had people like Fred Nile and Senator Bob Brown from Tasmania trying to force their moral values on a nation of 20 million people. In America, it was Ashcroft. He wanted to try and censor everything even remotely unwholesome on the Internet (not withstanding his motives were partly political as well). God knows there were sites who deserved the deepest condemnation for the images they published but there were many, many more who actively sought to demystify bondage, rubber, rainwear, whatever and promote these as a genuine form of sexuality. Like Tied and True Tales, Lorelei's Gagtalk forum and Bondage University sites.

"If it is consensual, everyone like, enjoy, then walang problema!" Lourdes said. "Sure, I wanna earn money, help my family but… I stay here coz I like. Not know what bondage is before I work here but now… I love. Is good fun. Is up to us if we want sex naman. No one force me. You know, I meet a lot of people here. Almost everyone, very nice, very friendly. Enjoy meet people, helping them."

"Some people who come here, they have problems. A lot of problems," Jolina said. "They find it hard to accept themselves, accept their sexuality. What for you like being tied up? Wear a plastic raincoat to bed? Oh my God! You know, just like that! They feel really guilty. They come here, see that they are not alone, others like too." She nodded for added emphasis. Ya, we teach that it is Ok, is normal. I feel very happy when they go home and I know that they have found themselves."

"Is good therapy!" Lourdes giggled. "Emily enjoy, ha?"

"Yes, very good therapy," Jolina smiled.

"Jolina likes here," Lourdes chuckled. "You know, already it is her day off naman but she wants to stay because she enjoy."

"Yeah…" Jolina nodded. A tinge of pink had entered her cheeks.

"Jolina is very caring girl," Lourdes said. "We have one man here. He is not good looking." She glanced over in Jolina's direction before continuing. "Have… what do you call it…? A hunchback. Like man in film. Disney film, I think? Just like that. Very shy naman. Never have girl before in life coz they not accept. Big bondage fetish naman but no one to share. He wants to tie up girl, they give him Jolina. She let him tie her really tight. You know, he really happy, cry. Says Jolina is first girl who treats him like human being."

"He was very nice," Jolina remembered. "Very kind, very gentle. I liked him. Very caring. He treat me with respect naman. Always asking if I am ayos." She hung her head before blushing. He was a virgin too so… I… slept with him. I really liked him so… I did. He said it was the most special moment of his life."

"Wowww…" Emily breathed. She couldn't believe this heart-achingly lovely creature had given all of herself to someone like him without judgement or reservation. No wonder whoever he was must've thought he'd died and gone to heaven with an angel like Jolina caring for him. She glanced around with a new respect. She'd never stopped to think how Staiputt might be more than about kinky entertainment, they actually really worked hard on helping people sort out their sexual problems and hang-ups along the way. It was nice to know they weren't just an exploitative money-hungry outfit. "Have you… heard from him again?"

"Oo." Jolina shyly nodded before blushing. "He is saving up to visit me again. Um… we are also writing to each other naman."

"Um… are you looking forwards to seeing him again?" Emily hoped she wasn't being too pushy but she just had to know.

"Oo, very much," Jolina sighed. "He's very nice." Her voice was suddenly tiny. "I miss him."

Emily was overwhelmed. Sometimes you found love in the most unlikely of places and she wondered if she would ever be as lucky. "That was a beautiful story. Thank you for telling me."

"That's why I like here," Lourdes said. "They good people."

"They sure are," Emily happily agreed. "I think I've already said this before but I've been so stressed out lately. Lot of work problems, that kind of thing. But… I've been feeling so much happier, more relaxed since arriving here. So far, this is the best holiday I've ever had!"

"Hear, hear." Sir Walter banged the table with his mug. As usual, Miyu didn't say anything but her great dark eyes glowed with approval. "Let's have three cheers for Staiputt!"

Emily couldn't help laughing. The ebullient Walter was funny. He was a good bloke. Suddenly, she noticed some stagehands helping set up a small stage as well as rigging up some extra lights. The husky, wiry Filipinos carting the heavy equipment around were casually dressed and Emily couldn't help wondering what the hired help thought about everything going on around them. "Um… Lourdes, what's happening?" she asked. "Do you know?"

"Ya! Rubber fetish fashion parade," she giggled.

"Well, they sure picked a good night for it huh?" Emily smiled. It was really steamy out there and she was swimming in sweat.

"Yes, very." Lourdes was in one of her infectious giggly moods and Emily couldn't help laughing.

"Blame Jolina," Lourdes said. "Make us wear rubber. So hot, so heavy. I do not like!" She happily hugged herself before squirming with pleasure.

"You talk too much," Jolina smiled. She glanced around and one of the serving girls instantly appeared by her side.

"Oh no…" Emily groaned. She couldn't understand the rapid-fire torrent of musical singsong Filipino escaping Jolina's beautiful rosebud lips but she didn't have to be a linguist to guess what she was saying. Lourdes' downcast expression said everything.

"You behave like a monkey, talk like a monkey, Emily pay the price naman," Jolina said. Her smile was a brilliant supernova while the other girl returned with their gags.

Sometimes Emily wished Staiputt could be a little less efficient while Jolina buckled her plug gag in place after re-applying her leather harness around her arms, and tightly strapping everything together behind her back. Lourdes had already been gagged into silence and all she could do was roll her eyes while Jolina tied her down on the chair. "You behave or your gag will stay until tomorrow morning," Jolina warned while she pulled the last strap tight, crushing her elbows together in the process. She'd somehow inveigled the girls into supplying some more straps and try as she might, Emily could not move a single inch. How could she given the way her arms and legs had been lashed together before being tied to the chair itself? Even her feet had been dragged off the ground and attached to one of the rear stays supporting the back legs.

Oh well. She was in good company. Half the guests were already bound and gagged in one way or another. A gorgeous brunette who Emily privately thought could have passed for Jessica Alba was being put into a very, very tight hogtie on the table immediately next to theirs. She could see the cords cutting into her bare skin. The girl would have a wonderful set of ropemarks to show for the evening. Although the thick rubber obscured her hearing, Emily had heard her repeatedly challenging her boyfriend to make it tighter and he was happily obliging. Ask and ye shall receive, Emily thought. The crowd was increasing now – the late arrivals must have been eating privately or out for the day.

They were literally hanging from the rafters already and Emily couldn't help smiling into her gag as another girl was hoisted aloft to join her companions. That made four now – and several empty hooks set deep into the massive rafters told her more would be joining them shortly. They would be hanging around for a while, she thought, while she happily studied the way they'd been tied up. A couple of them had been tied into exquisitely tight balls with their knees hard up against their chins and their legs folded backwards into a hammerlock. Another girl was flying in a traditional Japanese suspension involving a mile of hemp rope. It was the most amazingly elaborate bondage she'd ever seen and Emily wished she had a camera so she could photograph everything although she knew private photography wasn't allowed outdoors out of respect for other guest's privacy. There were a couple of people snapping away like mad though but she knew they were official Staiputt photogs who always asked permission to photograph particular individuals unless by prior arrangement. One of them was busily photographing one girl who'd been bound hand and foot in a traditional hogtie before being hauled aloft. Even the tightness of her gag couldn't conceal the look of ecstatic rapture decorating her elfin features and Emily was happy for the girl enjoying her bondage so much. She was happily hamming it up for the camera and Emily guessed the pictures were destined for her private album as he'd been recording everything from the moment the first cords slipped around her wrists.

Mmmm… It would've been nice to have been tied up and suspended like her though. Like the girl in the palm tree and Emily made a mental note to ask about it. Was it necessary to book ahead at all? Some pictures would be nice too… Maybe a video as well?

Someone else was weaving a huge rope web between a massive pair of poles and Emily disbelievingly watched while a stunning black woman was spread-eagled in the center of the web. A couple of strong guys held her in place while she was tied to each concentric ring spreading outwards from the center. The only thing missing was a giant spider. The girl had been bound with so much rope it really did look as though she'd been captured by a spider and wrapped up before being converted to liquid soup in its bloated, hairy belly. She closed her eyes before shuddering. Emily couldn't understand why she was thinking about bloody spiders at a time like this. There was so much happening all around her and she was thinking about arachnids. She hated the horrible creepy crawlies anyway. They gave her the screaming meemies. Thank God it wasn't her occupying the middle of that web. It was one bondage she would happily give a miss.

They'd finished setting up everything and Emily returned to the stage. Most of the waitresses had disappeared although a few were scurrying around like ants and Emily briefly wondered how they could stand the heat in all that rubber before a wild thunderstorm of whistling and cheering erupted around her.

A neat, dapper man with a salt and pepper Vandyke beard was striding across the wide dance floor before lightly jumping up on the stage and Emily stared. Although she had never seen the man before, Emily instinctively knew it was Robert without asking. A couple of strikingly beautiful statuesque Filipino girls, both of whom were wearing the sexiest see through glass-clear plastic sleeveless shift dresses she'd ever seen flanked the great man. The figure-hugging bras and panties each was wearing were also see-through plastic as well, leaving nothing to the imagination. Sexy, oh sexy. How did anybody manage to be so well dressed yet so undressed the same time? Even their matching handbags were made out of clear plastic as well and Emily could see everything inside. The slim sylph-like girls were so alike they could've been twins but it was really Robert who commanded the most attention and she studied him with quickening interest while he smiled and waved to everybody like a politician working a crowd.

What was that word? It was really annoying the brain had a way of forgetting the exact word she needed and Emily grunted with annoyance while she hunted for the word that came to mind. Charisma. Robert oozed charm and charisma by the truckload. His classic pinstripe suit probably came from Savile Row and Emily could only wonder at his panache and composure on such a hot night. Apart from the unfortunate rubberists sweating it out in the heat, everybody else was wearing the lightest clothing they could get away with. Immaculately presented, not one hair was out of place. Clearly someone who took pride in his appearance, even his Bally loafers shone under the light. He looked like a successful businessman or lawyer and Emily could not believe that he'd founded this fabulous resort.

His beady eyes sparkled with warmth and good humour while they darted around the bustling restaurant and club. Emily liked Robert's full, warm lips and his ready smile very much. He would be good in bed and her interest quickened even further. She wasn't alone in her interest and Emily grinned to herself. Chances were he was already taken. She'd forgotten to ask Lourdes but gagged as they were, there wasn't much she could do about the situation.

"That's Robert," Jolina suddenly whispered as if afraid he might overhear. "Robert Coutts. So pogi huh? Very handsome!" she quickly translated before continuing. "You know already, he is married. Has two wives." Her voice was admiring. "They are twins so he goes out with both of them."

Huh? Surely bigamy was illegal? Emily disbelievingly shook her head. Lucky, lucky man. There were guys out there who would willingly give a right arm and left leg for the hand of just one of theses deceptively demure girls, never mind both. They were gorgeous! Were they also into bondage as well? Probably. Had to be. The thick lenses of her stupid rubber suit wouldn't let her see as clearly as she would have liked but Emily was sure those mottled red bands scoring their arms and legs were ropemarks. They had been tied up lately, she was sure about that. The girls were protectively flanking Robert as if afraid somebody would try drag him out of their clutches and Emily curiously studied each heavenly little angel. They were young, very young. Their beautiful round faces and high cheekbones bespoke their youthfulness. Eighteen, nineteen tops and she smiled into her gag. Real heartbreak, jailbait material. Back home, Robert probably would've been all but ostracised for shacking up with not one but two girls less than half his age but different rules applied in the tropics. The hot-blooded, handsome girls of the islands were more interested on the person rather than materialistic riches. They were sultry, sexy temptresses who gave oh, so willingly of themselves – but woe besides the man who crossed one of these fiercely jealous, possessive beauties. A dagger in the heart was a not-uncommon penalty for infidelity.

Bet Robert had his hands full with those girls and she smiled again.

Suddenly Jolina leant forwards again before continuing. "In case you were wondering… oo, they both love bondage. Robert, he meet them at our Binibini Pilipinas beauty contest. Is national beauty quest, you know? Winner represents the Philippines in 'Miss World'. Anyway… they talk all evening, he asks if they are interested in working for him here. They have an interview, Robert finds out Nympha and Carlotta, that's their names by the way, have been tying each other up since they are old enough to walk. Really love bondage, yeaah. Not happy unless tied up. Always wanna be tied up, like… you know." A heavy sigh escaped Jolina's lips before she continued with her story. "Robert, he knows he has found his perfect match. He likes doing the tying, they always wanna be tied up, so everybody is happy, ha? But what to do? Not allowed to live together unless they marry first, you know coz their parents are strict. So you know what he do?" Jolina was warming to her story and she was occasionally lapsing into semi-pidgin in her eagerness to fill Emily in on all the gory details. "Robert, suggest they toss a coin. Carlotta lose. Marry Nympha. Her parents are rich, have very big wedding. Move here, Carlotta joins them, live together. No one tell them apart, one girl tied up while other goes out with him. Everyone happy now, walang problema!"

Oh my word. Emily was stunned. There really was nothing conventional about this place was there? Of course, it required a certain type of individual to even think about building, much less opening a place like Staiputt. A little scandal certainly never hurt either. In a way and a sense, it identified Robert as one of their own. Unconventional, marginalised people all, they identified with him in a manner possible nowhere else.

"Ladies and gentlemen…" Robert was speaking and Emily hurriedly faced him so she could hear what she was saying. His voice was booming out of a microphone and she was relieved that he'd thought of this little touch. The thick rubber almost totally obscured her hearing at this distance and she would've been lost otherwise.

"For those of you new here, welcome to Club Staiputt." Robert glanced around the full restaurant 'cum club before smiling. "I'd like to say thank you very much for visiting us and we sincerely hope that you enjoy your stay here."

Amazing, Emily thought. The man really had a way with words. He'd already made everybody feel as if they were honoured guests rather than the paying visitors they were.

Clearly delighted with the size of the crowd, he beamed around the restaurant with avuncular pleasure. "By the way, my name is Robert and my lovely companions are Nympha and Carlotta." He paused before slowly glancing around. "I'm the manager and director of Staiputt so if you have any complaints, come see me." A gale of laughter swept the crowd when he said, "Of course, be aware that we don't take even the most trivial complaints lightly. We just tie and gag 'em. End of problem."

The man was funny and Emily found herself liking him more and more every minute.

"We've all heard the old chestnut, 'It's real raincoat weather tonight'", he said before another wide grin split his face. "But what about real rubber weather instead? The hottest day of the year (it's official by the way) and you all pick rubber to wear. Sweat, baby, sweat, as they say!" He was staring in Emily's direction and she blushed before realising that nobody would be able to see her under the multitudinous layers of heavy, sticky latex she was wearing. Emily couldn't help feeling she was being slowly roasted alive inside her rubbery cocoon but honestly, it was such a fantastic feeling as well. The slippery, sweaty rubber was truly a second skin as it slid and oozed against her tingling body. The stunning helplessness of her bondage was also such a turn on as well and she tried not to think how she would sleep without obtaining sexual relief of some kind.

When the laughter died down, he calmly continued. "As I'm sure most of you will already be aware, today is our special Rubber Fetish theme night so I'm really happy to see so many of you entering into the spirit of things, especially considering the weather." Robert drained a glass of water which Nympha had just handed him before continuing. "Anyway, it gives me great pleasure to tell you that Club Staiputt is presenting our fantastic Rubber Fetish Fashion Parade today which will begin very shortly. Hopefully, you'll all receive some ideas for rubber fashion or clubwear after tonight." He glanced around the packed restaurant. "We've also already seen some fantastic outfits tonight as well so please feel free to model for us after the parade – I'm sure everybody would like to see what you're wearing – and there'll be a prize for the best costume as well."

Lourdes was grunting into her gag and glancing over Emily's way while she squirmed one way and that with excitement. Oh no… Emily hoped that she wouldn't be called on to go up on stage and make like a performing seal. There was just no way she could do it.

Thankfully, Robert was speaking again. "Well, I've rabbited long enough so I won't bore you any longer. As they say in showbiz, the show must go on!"

He held up his hands and the band struck up a lively tune just as the first girls approached. Like last night, the musos were all wearing ballgags although the girl behind the melancholic guitar riffs she'd been enjoying wasn't gagged in any way. However, she was wearing an incredibly intricate rope harness which began around her ankles and only ended at neck height. Unbelievable.

A huge cheer swept the crowd as the first group of girls sashayed down the stage and runway. Emily recognised them as the ladies who'd been serving them. They were still wearing the same basic skin-tight catsuits she'd seen earlier but the multihued rubber was even more spectacular while they lined up together until every colour of the rainbow was represented. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple competed for attention with basic black and a virginal white. Even the ballgags strapped in their mouths also perfectly matched the open-face hooded suits they were wearing. Their arms had also been rather tightly bound together at wrists and elbows and the tight ropes forced each girl to stand perfectly straight, ensuring that ignoring their beautiful breasts was impossible. The rubber was so tight fitting she could even see their erect nipples and Emily realised how much the girls were enjoying themselves. One by one each girl happily sashayed down the runway before rejoining the group, each showing off more outrageously than the last to an increasingly loud chorus of whistles and cheers. The glossy, gleaming rubber rippled and shone with each step they took and Emily couldn't help noticing a funny tight feeling in her chest while they continued parading up and down the runway.

Suddenly they wheeled around as one with military precision before departing. As soon as they'd left, the next models appeared and a concerted gasp swept the assembly. They were wearing the most beautiful rubber (if that's what they were!) outfits she'd ever seen. They positively shimmered under the lights and Emily craned forwards to see better. Damn those stupid goggles. They were fogging up again because she was so hot and sweaty underneath the multiple layers of rubber she'd been forced to wear – and the heat had scarcely abated, if at all. She shot a quick glance over where Jolina was sitting. There was absolutely no chance whatsoever she would be ungagged, much less allowed out of her rubberwear any time soon. She closed her stinging eyes before blinking to try clear the dripping sweat away.

Suddenly, her vision cleared and she couldn't help gasping again while the girls pirouetted around the end of the runway in an iridescent rainbow of light and colour. Somehow the manufacturers had found a way of mixing the most unbelievable sparkly rainbow speckles with the rubber coating their skin. One girl was wearing a sleeveless, figure hugging dress, which left nothing to the imagination while the other was in a short bolero type jacket complete with a matching micro mini. A pair of glossy Italian leather boots rounded off each girl's apparel. Sexy, oh sexy. This was something she could wear anywhere. Almost. Whatever. Emily decided she would just have to add one of each to her shopping list. Did they make them here? How? Her mind raced with a million unspoken questions.

"You like?" Jolina giggled. "Very sexy, huh?"

Emily nodded as enthusiastically as possible. Oh yes! Very much. Another girl was modelling a shiny black heavy rubber dress. Nympha was describing the dress the girl was wearing while she strode down the runway and Emily squinted outwards. Those dumb goggles were clouding over again. At least she could still see though. Fortunately, they had good seats near the runway so she could see what they were wearing reasonably well. Fascinated and enthralled, Emily happily studied the girl's dress while she slowly spun around. The polo-neck dress covered her body from neck to mid thigh. The long sleeves puffed outwards slightly from her slim shoulders before narrowing again around her wrists where a pair of tight-fitting cuffs ensured they would not loosen or slip. It even came with a small strap which had been fastened around the neck and as the girl described another circle, Emily realised it had been padlocked in place. The dress wasn't coming off even if she wanted to take it off. Nice, very nice.

"Staiputt has a factory here," Jolina happily informed Emily. "Anything you want, you can order. You design, we can make. Walang problema."

So Staiputt's motives for holding this parade weren't entirely altruistic. She should've known there would've been a commercial motive somewhere. Even so. It was great entertainment. Slick marketing at its best. When the next girls appeared, Emily couldn't help inwardly sighing while her companion showed off another long sleeved but much shorter and tighter fitting polo dress complete with attached gloves. She would definitely be much lighter in the hip pocket. Oh well.

However, as far as Emily was concerned, she just had to have the gorgeous duck's egg blue rubber boy-leg briefs and matching bra a beautiful Chinese girl was happily modelling. Each was trimmed with a neatly curled white ruffle and she sighed with delight as the lovely young Oriental showed off everything. She loved the way they clung to her tight little tush. The quality and variety of the rubber lingerie the girls were modelling was just unbelievable. She was in love with the cutest purple leotard another girl was parading down the runway. The frilly black lace edging made all the difference and she stared with delight while its wearer proudly showed off everything. The high cut leotard came with a crotch flap and a pair of thin straps helped support everything where it ended just above the breasts, leaving her shoulders bare.

It just kept on getting better and better, Emily thought. A girl with unusually brown skin and an unbelievably tangled mop of the frizziest hair she'd ever seen was modelling the most gorgeous ensemble she'd ever seen. A bright red lace-up bra barely covered her breasts while a matching suspender belt supported a pair of vivid thigh-high rubber stockings. The shockingly red rubber glowed against her beautiful little brown body. A pair of classically cut briefs had been pulled over her suspenders and she'd pulled them up high so everybody could see her cloven cleft. The final finishing tough was a pair of shoulder length rubber gloves and Emily sadly shook her head. She wanted… everything. Perhaps it was just as well she had this rubber hood on. Nobody could see her face – or how much she lusted after everything.

As in everything. Like the girls wearing those beautiful slinky long sleeved leotards and corsets. Each front lace-up corset had been pulled and cinched in tight around their waists and they were attached via suspenders to the rubber mid-thigh high stockings covering their legs. What really made each outfit stand out though was the colour coordination – Jet black corset over fire engine red leotard and matching stockings – and vice versa. Even their high-heeled pumps matched the colour of the leotards each woman was wearing. Emily couldn't decide which she wanted more. God knows how much everything cost. Hundreds for sure.

But how could the girls afford everything? Were they allowed to keep the rubber suits and other rubberwear many of them wore around here? Apart from the expense involved, Emily knew that the more complicated designs such as the full-body enclosure suits she'd seen everybody wearing earlier had to be made to measure. She remembered providing Staiputt with her measurements after booking and they'd obviously created at least one or two of the suits she was wearing.

Jolina was providing a running commentary and Emily angrily grunted into her tight gag. Jolina hadn't spared the rod, pulling each strap tight so she couldn't expel the huge penis plug in her mouth, much less push the wide oval pad covering everything outwards. It effectively muffled all speech. Frustrated, she pulled and heaved against her tight bonds but all she succeeded in doing was loosening the clinging rubber while another torrent of sweat coursed downwards. Her chair hogtie was inescapable. There was no way out, tied the way she was. Damn it! She would damn well ask Jolina to ungag her. Emily didn't see how Staiputt had the right to keep someone bound and gagged against their will. She had a safe word/signal and she would use it. Besides she was bursting with a million questions about everything.

The lingerie parade was continuing afresh and tearing her eyes away from each successively more magnificent or sexy creation was all but impossible. Emily just couldn't believe that they'd found this many uses for the humble rubber plant. Thank God for rubber trees. Suddenly the stage emptied and Emily hurriedly grunted out her safe signal (three short grunts followed by three long)

Clearly surprised, Jolina swiftly rise before unbuckling her gag while she guiltily rationalised that she was allowed to join in the conversation after all, wasn't she?

"Are you OK?" Jolina asked. Her voice was concerned and Emily smiled.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," she hurriedly reassured the girl hovering above her. It wouldn't take much on Jolina's part to see the gag go back in her mouth. Already her forehead was creasing with the beginnings of a frown and she hastily continued. "I just wanted to ask you about the clothes they're wearing."

"Oh." Jolina grinned before casually saying, "Ok, ask away ha? Then I will gag you again."

"No," Emily sighed. "Please no."

"Why not?" Jolina asked. "You ask Staiputt to keep you bound and gagged 24/7. Remember?"

Emily closed her eyes before hesitantly continuing. "Oh I know that. It's not that I don't like being tied up and gagged, I really love it but… I just really need a bit of a break and besides… I wanted to talk about the parade. I'm really enjoying it, it's just so interesting," she gabbled.

Jolina's face was softening and Emily began to think that there might be some hope after all.

"Your safe word. Say your safe word," Jolina said before holding up one hand. I will not gag you. But if want to use your safe word, after the parade is over, we go back to your room. Then… I will tie you up very tight, and I mean tight as in tight." Jolina's voice was deadly calm. "You will stay tied until tomorrow morning. No ifs, buts or maybes. Deal?"

Emily bit her lip before swallowing. She should've known there might be some kind of penalty involved. Oh yes, Staiputt was happy to respect your wishes and that was good - but they certainly wanted to be sure that she knew who was on top, didn't they? She could feel her skin prickling with excitement while she thought about being bound and gagged all night. Jolina had promised it would be tight and she knew the little island beauty would keep her word – in spades. Did she want this? Could she handle what Jolina had promised was coming? Emily could feel the area between her legs heating up while she nervously glanced around. She knew without a shadow of doubt that she wanted this. After all, it was the kind of very tight, inescapable bondage that she really got off upon like no other. It was what she'd always wanted, dreamed about. Total, absolute bondage without any hope or chance of escape or release. Her stomach contracted with excitement while she wondered how Jolina would tie her up but she didn't dare ask. Emily couldn't help feeling as if she was lurching out of control. Half of her didn't want this but the other half did; so badly it hurt – and it was the half which ruled every action. "Um… ok, it's a deal."

"Good. Walang problema," Jolina said. Her smile was dazzling and Emily couldn't help glowing. Jolina had that effect upon people. Even so. Emily knew she'd been well and truly conned but… strangely enough, she didn't mind. If anything, she was already beginning to relish whatever Jolina had in mind for her. "Deal. I tie you tight, you stay tied."

Emily nodded before hurriedly returning to the fashion parade. "It's playtime now and you know what that means don't you?" Nympha was saying in her high, bright voice.

All Emily could manage was a disbelieving stare while another heavenly group of girls paraded down the runway. Nympha hadn't been kidding when she'd said it was playtime. She loved the nurse's uniform one girl was sporting. Why didn't they wear anything like these back home? The brilliant white of the smock with its red cross stood out against the deep cerulean blue short-sleeved dress she was wearing. It was so cute! Her dress buttoned up in front a like a Vietnamese ao dai and Emily badly wanted to laugh while she studied the matching cap proudly perched atop her head. One of the room maids she'd seen earlier was following in her footsteps and she was wearing a hot pink maid's uniform complete with a frilly white apron and matching bright pink rubber gloves and stockings. Even her ballgag was pink as well. A uniformed police officer was leading a prisoner in a bright orange rubber jumpsuit with prison symbols stencilled all over it. The hood of her suit was stretched tight over the ballgag strapped in her mouth while her arms had been tightly bound with leather straps.

"Oh my word, this is the most amazing thing I've ever seen," she said to Jolina who nodded before grinning.

"Oh I'm really happy that you like," she happily replied.

"You like rubber as well?" Emily asked.

"Oo. I like but…" Jolina slowly replied. "I like PVC better. You know, plastic fantastic. Very smooth, very shiny. Sexy. I like that." She glanced over where Lourdes was still sitting. "But Beauty, Lourdes, they love rubber. They always want to wear."

Emily laughed. "I kinda noticed that. By the way, that reminds me… I was going to ask. Are you allowed to keep the clothes they make for you? Especially the rubber? I know it's so expensive."

"Yes and no…" Jolina mused. "They make clothes especially for us. Measure for fit. We wear for work, play. After two years, we keep. Is in our contract."

"Oh that's good to hear!" Emily smiled. "Lucky you. Can you buy clothes as well?"

"Oo. Staiputt encourages us to buy clothes. Rubber, plastic, PVC, just like that you know," Jolina quietly mused. "Cost price only. Sometimes win employee awards. We have choice of cash or free clothes."

"Really? That's great!" Emily said. And it was probably all tax deductible as well. Nice going if you could get it. She couldn't help shaking her head before wondering if she was in the wrong career. Working here was definitely vocational. No nine-to-five or Mondayitis here! Staiputt was probably the only place in the world where the employees freely gave of their time on their day off – for no other reason than they enjoyed what they were doing. "You know, I wish I could work here," she giggled.

"Why not?" Jolina smiled. "You ask Robert, maybe he will give you a job. I think already you really like bondage. Robert wants people like you."

Emily nodded. "I really love rubber and being tied up so much."

"I know…" Jolina was sympathetic. "Lourdes says it is the best thing in the world. Always wanna be tied up."

"I know that feeling too," Emily smiled before gasping. "I could not agr- Ohhh wowwww."

Emily knew she was definitely in love now! Someone clad from head to toe in gleaming shiny black rubber was leading a pair of girls on a leash and Emily breathlessly studied the sleeveless rubber bondage suits they were wearing. Their arms had been folded together in front before being zipped into the rubber suits they were wearing and Emily felt her breath quicken. She just had to have one of those. One suit was a full body enclosure item while the other had short legs ending just above the knees. While she watched, their captor demonstrated how the girl's breasts could be accessed by unzipping a little zipper positioned directly atop everything before pulling each erect nipple out. Eat your heart out, Janet Jackson, Emily thought. No wardrobe malfunctions here.

Before she had time to recover, the strangest apparition she'd ever seen appeared and a concerted gasp rose from the audience. Even the bound and gagged girls suspended from the roof were wriggling with excitement while the model slowly paraded down the runway. Her entire body was cocooned (cushioned?) in gleaming black rubber from head to toe but that was where the similarity with its more conventional cousins began and ended. If she looked like something out of Predator, what did that make her? Emily wondered while the girl approached her. She was wearing the most unbelievable inflatable rubber suit. Arms, legs, torso… all were hidden by smooth shiny rubber bulging outwards. Even her head was totally obscured by a smooth, round featureless balloon-like dome of rubber. A breathing tube poked outwards but otherwise there was no indication the waddling suit, arms poking stiffly outwards contained a human occupant. Alien, otherworldly were the only words to describe the outfit. Emily could only wonder how being suited up in something like that must feel? How did it work?

Sensing her puzzlement, Jolina smiled before asking, "You like?"

"Oo, very much," Emily replied.

"You want one?"

"Oo!" Emily giggled. Hoping she wouldn't come across as foolish or uneducated, she hesitantly asked, "How does it work? I mean, how do you put it on and everything?"

"You put suit on, like normal," Jolina explained while another girl stepped down the runway in a sleeveless full enclosure suit and an inflatable hood. "Do up zipper. Then inflate. Pump, pump, pump hard, suit inflate. Lourdes wears suit for whole afternoon. She says it feels very maganda. Pump up suit, rubber cling to your body!"

"Woww…" Emily exclaimed. "That sounds good."

"Very sexy, huh?" Jolina giggled while Lourdes who was listening in on their conversation shook with silent laughter. "Sweat a lot naman."

"I just bet…" Emily sighed. "I'm sweating like a pig. This suit is so hot."

"You don't like?" Jolina asked.

"Oh yes… I like…" Emily replied, "but…"

"Good," Jolina interrupted. "Suit stay."

"Now that I like much better," Emily sighed while an especially stunning pair of girls strolled down the runway accompanied by a loud chorus of cheers and wolf whistles. The rubber bikinis they were wearing were so much more appropriate for this kind of weather. She envied the girls modelling their swimwear. Their serene, classically lovely Filipino features were alive with pleasure and amusement while they approached the end of the runway. One of them was staring full in Emily's direction and she was giggling after studying the full-body suit she was sweltering in. Emily closed her eyes before flushing. It was hard not feeling irrationally jealous of her tormentor. Lucky for her she was all tied up otherwise….

Oh well… It wasn't all bad news. You're here because you love this, Emily told herself. She knew there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

"So… What are you going to buy?" Jolina giggled. "I think already you want everything."

"You're damn right," Emily sighed. "I just don't know…" The money wasn't a problem but she couldn't see any way around avoiding the necessity of declaring everything at Customs and her skin crawled. There was also the distinct possibility of being singled out for a search as so many single travellers from South East Asia were so often forced to submit to. Apart from the inevitable huge amount of duty she'd be forced into coughing up for Messrs. Howard and Co, the very last thing she wanted was some nosy Customs officer to go through everything – what if she met some hard bitch of a woman hell bent on humiliating her in front of absolutely everybody?

"Life's tough, ha?" Jolina was sympathetic and Emily sighed again while another group of heavenly girls paraded past in the most beautiful collection of shiny black rubber macks and other rainwear she'd ever seen. That heavy red rubber one was brilliant. Belt, cuffs… beautiful. She just had to add one of those to her shopping list. More money. More clothes, more weight. Although she was well under the generous limit granted to Business Class passengers, there wasn't much margin for error either. Bottom line: The airlines would never wear any of this.

"Yes, really tough," Emily smiled. "I was just thinking even if I buy all this stuff, how am going to take all of it home?"

"Oo, I understand," Jolina mused before smiling again. "Rubber is very heavy huh? Expensive naman, pay lots of duty maybe."

"It's not so much that I'm worried about…"

"Haaaa…" Jolina couldn't help giggling. "I know, I know. Don't wanna Customs see any of this."

"Exactly," Emily grinned. Jolina was amazingly perceptive and her admiration and respect for the girl deepened. She wasn't just a pretty face. "Got it in one…"

"Other people, they have same problem," Jolina said. We pack, mail everything. Can do, even send in separate parcels if duty is a problem. Walang problema."

"Jolina, you are a marvel," Emily beamed. "Thank you for helping."

"Walang anuman."

"Huh?"

"Sorry…" Jolina murmured. "Walang anuman – Means, 'You're very welcome!'"

"Thank you so much…" Emily sighed. "I really appreciate everything you've all being doing for me."

"Hope you appreciate tomorrow." Jolina's voice was infinitely soft but the underlying trace of humour was unmistakable and Emily swallowed. Jolina wasn't about to forget her promise…

"There's some great outfits out there," Nympha said after the last girls had trooped off the stage to a thunderous round of applause. "I'm sure everybody would love to see what you're wearing and don't forget there's some great prizes for the best costume. No rubbery promises here. First prize is one week, all expenses paid at Staiputt. Stay tied, gagged 24/7, walang problema. Second… is two weeks! For third place, it's threee weeks!"

A huge roar of laughter followed her announcement and Emily leant over as best as she could to Lourdes before whispering, "I wouldn't mind winning third…"

"I bet not…" Jolina chuckled. "Be careful what you wish for, ha?"

Well, there wasn't any chance she would be winning anything, tied the way she was to the chair and Emily relaxed while the couple she'd seen earlier eagerly accepted Nympha's invitation to show off their pink rubber ballgown and penguin suit. The ice broken, several other couples followed suit.

Suddenly, Jolina leant downwards before undoing Emily's bonds.

"Huh? What are-"

"Be quiet," Jolina said. "I gag you now."

"Hey! No! You can't! What about yo-- mmgphhh!"

The plug gag was back between her lips and Emily seethed while Jolina buckled it in place. What the hell? What about her promise?

Her legs were free now although her hands were still as tightly tied together as ever and Emily watched with increasing puzzlement and anger while Jolina untied Lourde's legs before freeing her from the chair. The night had hardly begun and they were already going back to her room? Gee, Jolina could hardly wait to see her bound and gagged for the night. Could she?

Jolina was pulling her upwards and she awkwardly stood before groaning into her gag. Her legs were stiff from being tied together all evening long – and her arms weren't in much better shape either. Worst of all, her feet and ankles were swimming in a disgusting soup of her juices, sweat and urine. The champagne had gone to her bladder and eventually something had to give. Something they never wrote about in the rubber fiction she enjoyed reading in Tied and True Tales back home. Yuck. She closed her eyes before quailing. A whole night of the super-strict, stringently tight bondage Jolina had promised just didn't hold any appeal.

Lourdes was also standing although she was anything but steady on her feet. Strangely enough though, Jolina hadn't re-attached the travelling chains they used for transporting people around here and Emily wondered why before realising that there was a method behind Jolina's madness. She hadn't taken leave of her senses. Instead she was… pushing them in the direction of the stage and Nympha who was eagerly welcoming them.

"Sometimes when all else fails, there's nothing like full rubber enclosure and discipline to tame even the most wayward of slaves," she said and Emily groaned into her gag while a hot flush assailed her flaming cheeks. Anything but this. If there was anything she hated above all, it was public speaking or making appearances like this. As the leader of a tightly knit team at work, she had no qualms or hesitations addressing the group but this was a totally different kettle of fish. There had to be two hundred people watching and she hesitated before being pulled along by Jolina. "Here, girls wear as punishment suits. Full rubber enclosure, hood, gag. Break rules, you work in heavy rubber all day long. Sweep floors, clean rooms." Her voice suddenly lowered. Conspiratorially, "But… you know what? Some girls break rules on purpose so they can wear rubber all day!"

Emily was acutely aware that she was the center of attention as she reluctantly stepped under the glare of the strategically placed spotlights around the stage. Thank God they couldn't see the buttplugs fucking her bottom and twat. The polished rubber of her suit and corset twinkled with a million diamond-bright reflections of light while as she followed Lourdes who was clearly enjoying the attention they were receiving. The ooh and aahs were loud and Emily couldn't help feeling a flow of pleasure while she followed Lourdes down the runway. She was beginning to enjoy herself. The beauty of the tightfitting rubber and her bondage was positively intoxicating, empowering. She'd rarely if ever, felt this... powerful and she couldn't resist saucily, seductively spinning around much to the loud appreciation of her audience. She had the undivided attention of each bound and gagged girl suspended from the rafters above and she happily played up for their benefit, much to their obvious excitement.

It was hotter than ever under the harsh glare of the halogen lights and Emily could feel sweat pouring down her arms and chest. The clingy rubber was stickier than ever and she couldn't help moaning out aloud with acute pleasure and longing before realising that absolutely everybody was watching her progress. Lourdes was showing off like anything as well and Emily couldn't help laughing as she reluctantly followed her back to the center of the stage where Nympha was waiting for them.

"Very maganda," Nympha smiled before unbuckling her gag. "Thank you very much for being so good to model for us."

As if I had any choice, Emily thought before shyly replying. "Thank you too."

"Are you enjoying yourself here?" she asked.

"Oh yes, very much," Emily replied with some feeling in her voice.

"Oh, I am really happy to hear that!" Nympha exclaimed and Emily found herself warming to the lovely girl facing her. She was so nice. "Honestly, we want everyone to be happy here." Nympha's eyes met hers and Emily could feel her heart catching while she gazed into her amazing emerald green eyes. "I love rubber and bondage naman… My sister also. I guess that is why we are all here. Anyway, anything you want, just ask us OK?"

"Sure, no… I mean… walang… problema," Emily smiled. "Thanks again for everything."

"Waoww, you are learning the language already." Nympha was visibly impressed and Emily beamed. "Thank you again for coming here. Will you be staying with us for long?"

"Another couple of weeks," Emily smiled. She already felt as though she'd been here forever.

"I hear you have asked to be kept bound and gagged all the time while you are here?"

How on earth did she know that? Emily realised before realising Robert must have told her. "Yeah… that's right," she slowly replied.

"Very good therapy!" Nympha giggled before glancing around. "Sometimes you do not feel complete unless tied up," she quietly observed.

"Exactly," Emily smiled. Only someone else really into bondage could possibly understand the raw visceral appeal behind being tightly bound and gagged without any hope of escape or release. She could just make out the remnants of old ropemarks decorating Nympha's beautiful body. She'd been tied up not long ago – with lots of rope if the number of bracelets banding her arms, legs and breasts were any indication.

Nympha grinned before happily touching her slim wrist. "Oo, Robert tied me up earlier today. He tied me up very tight naman."

"What's your favourite position?" That sensation of overwhelming deju vu was back. Emily still couldn't believe she was chatting about bondage with one of the sexiest girls she'd ever met as if it was the most normal thing in the world whilst suited up from head to toe in thick clinging rubber with her arms bound together behind her back.

Nympha didn't hesitate. "Hogtie." Her face was alive with pleasure. "Robert always tie me really tight becoz he knows I like that."

"Same here," Emily sighed. "I love it as well." There was nothing quite like a really tight hogtie for the helplessness it engendered. Suddenly Nympha's eyes met hers again before sharing a look of complete understanding.

"Oo, it is the best thing in the world," Nympha breathed. "Anyway… it was good meeting you," she smiled. "Maybe Robert tie us up together one day. Stay tied all day maybe. You like?"

Emily could see a couple of other people waiting in the wings for their fifteen minutes of fame and glory and she hurriedly replied, "Oo, I would like that very much."

"Walang problema. Me too. Good to meet you naman," Nympha beamed. "Talk later ok?" she said before waving the next contestants upwards.

The fashion parade was over and the Robert Coutts was congratulating the models for their participation between making the usual noises and Emily silently wondered what was coming next. She hadn't won anything (the girl in the pink rubber ballgown had taken out the major prize) but that didn't matter. The most important thing of all was how much she was enjoying herself.

The fashion parade would be a hard act to follow and she smiled again. Her credit card was about to cop the biggest hammering of its life. Thank God she'd had the foresight of topping up her account before leaving Australia.

Whatever. What did they have planned now? It had only just gone midnight and so far not one person had left. The waitresses were still running around like mad and the beer was really flowing.