Relaxation Therapy 15 bondage story | ball gagged, bound

Emily glanced around the bathroom before smiling. It was the first time she'd really had time to notice everything, as this was the longest break she'd enjoyed between being kept bound and gagged. Jhenneth had said they could have a rest before being tied up again – apparently she also had to wait for more rope to be delivered to her room before sorting out everything. It was all something that didn't bear thinking about and Emily curiously glanced around while she made the most out of her temporary 'freedom', such as it was.

Although she was well used to the five star accommodation provided by her employers whenever away on business (after all she had to had some compensation for spending so much time away from home), the sybaritic opulence of the Staiputt bathroom was something else again. It was simply… stunning. Italian marble everything. A huge whirlpool bath placed right by the window. An all-glass shower with not one but two roses so a couple could wash at the same time. Yet despite the abundance of marble, there was nothing ostentatious or cloying about the d?cor. The bathroom was delightfully light and airy with a huge skylight set into the rattan ceiling. Wide round wooden beams criss-crossed the rattan ceiling, providing extra textual interest along with the medley of pot plants and sea-sells dotted around the room. A giant plate glass window looked out onto a very private tropical garden. It was an unbelievable technicolour explosion of colour with plants and flowers of every colour growing with exuberant gay abandon. However, it was obviously well-maintained and Emily couldn't help blushing while she wondered if anybody could see them before noticing a small gate discreetly set into the wall on the left. Obviously someone only tended everything while the occupants of the room were out. Artfully placed spotlights illuminated the biggest and brightest blooms adding to the overwhelming drama of the scene. A soft sigh of pure delight escaped her lips while she studied the colourful red, orange and yellow hibiscus, competing for attention with the softer hues of the yellow and white frangipani and sampaguita. She'd always loved flowers and these were absolutely beautiful.

The only jarring note was the gold shower ringbolts located around ankle height as well as a couple more at waist height for extra security if required. Along with Lourdes, she'd been shackled to one of the ankle-height ringbolts. Although the heavy rubber she'd been wearing all evening was gone, they'd been immediately re-gagged after shedding each layer of their ebon chrysalis before luxuriating beneath the flow of deliciously cool water. A gilded prison indeed. Emily badly wanted to laugh while she studied Lourdes' cheeky grin. Despite the size of the ballgag wedged between her jaws, it was impossible quelling the irrepressible laughter bubbling outwards while Lourdes washed her breasts.

It was the first time she'd ever let another girl touch her in such an intimate way and both pleasure and guilt racked her brain while Lourdes lovingly lathered her tingling breasts. It felt good, so good and Emily knew that she would let Lourdes have her way with her. She was incapable of any resistance. Her aching privates were heating up again while Lourdes continued soaping her down. Rubber and tight, inescapable bondage always had this effect upon her but… this was like nothing else she'd ever experienced.

Lourdes' flawless brown skin was so smooth and Emily involuntarily sighed with pleasure while she returned the favour. It wasn't as though she was committing herself or anything like that was she? They were friends, good friends. They'd already been through so much together and she felt comfortable with Lourdes in a way she'd rarely experienced with anybody since losing touch with Darren and her other childhood playmates. She'd struck up several friendships at work but none of them fell into the category of close, personal friends. Lourdes was already all that and more. That common bond again. It was a very special one which united the two women in more ways than one so Emily did not feel as embarrassed as she might've done whilst showering together. Lourdes had already seen her bound in the most intimate of places so she was long past embarrassment. Lourdes' hands were wandering downwards now and Emily instinctively tensed as they reached her hips before moving inwards. A crotchrope drawn tight between the lips of her vagina was one thing but… her hands were another. Lourdes glanced upwards in a gesture of supplication and Emily bit down on the ball strapped in her mouth.

Perhaps being gagged again hadn't been such a bad thing after all. She'd protested upon noticing the gag Jhenneth had held out for her after changing out of her rubber suit but the jailer had been adamant. Although only a single, wide strap held the ball in place, it'd been buckled as tightly as possible before being padlocked – and all she could manage was a muffled, indistinct gurgle. At least it prevented her from saying 'no' outright. There was also no way she could humiliate herself by telling Lourdes how much she wanted this. Because you do want this, Emily told herself. At least the water streaming down her body also masked the telltale signs of her arousal so that was something as well.

Lourdes' eyes were wide and full of warmth while she waited for her response and… Emily couldn't decide what they held but they held a deep sense of wonderful companionship. Was she doing this simply out of duty? After all, Lourdes' job was to ensure Emily received the maximum amount of mental and physical stimulation during her stay – and if that included feeling her up along the way… - well, why not? No, probably not, Emily decided. They only made themselves available like this out of their own free will. If anything, Emily sensed that Lourdes wanted this just as much as well. Mmm… Emily was well aware how much she liked and cared for Lourdes and it wasn't just in the sexual sense either. She was a lovely girl – in the truest sense of the word. Her handsome Filipino features were full of warmth and laughter and… hope? Emily sensed that Lourdes was hoping she would agree.

The hell with it… Why not? She'd never enjoyed a lesbian tryst and if ever there was a time to experiment, it was here and now – without any fear of gossip or repercussions, unlike back home. Emily was also aware that only another woman was truly capable of pleasing another because they were also so much more in sync with their own, similar needs than almost anybody else. What would it be like going hot and heavy with somebody who knew exactly how to push each love button until she was a drooling, gibbering wreck? Besides… Lourdes was just a really nice person. Emily liked and trusted her very much. It would be very interesting seeing where this went. Suddenly aware that Lourdes was anxiously waiting for some kind of response, she chewed on her gag. She'd been so lonely lately as well and it would be lovely being able to enjoy the special kind of intimacy she'd missed since breaking up with her last boyfriend.

However, if there was one thing that overwhelmed every other consideration, it was her body. Hours of constant, unrelentingly tight and inescapable bondage had left her precariously perched on a precipice of the most incredible sexual tension and need. Emily looked into Lourdes' eyes. Suddenly she realised what she'd seen earlier. They contained the same longing and need as hers – and it decided the issue.

She reached downwards before placing her hand over Lourdes' tiny paw and sliding it cross her thigh. Lourdes eyes were huge and luminous while she gazed into hers and Emily could feel her heart lurching sideways as the tiny young Filipina gently slipped her fingers further downwards until they were brushing the dense matted hair protecting her privates. The heat was rising out of control again and Emily shivered with pleasure and longing as Lourdes gently massaged her aching groin. Her fingers were a beautiful symphony and it took all of Emily's willpower to resist the temptation of pushing them where she desperately wanted them to go. Suddenly, one then two fingers slipped between the flaring, excited lips of her clit and Emily couldn't help gasping as they probed deeply inwards. It felt so good, oh so good and she shivered again while they explored the silky depths of her love canal. She was so wet they met no resistance whatsoever. Embarrassed, she involuntarily glanced downward into Lourdes' face before being met by a cheeky, wicked grin acknowledging her longing.

Emily couldn't help smiling before caressing Lourdes. Despite her initial reservations, she was enjoying the loving attention she was receiving and she moved to reciprocate in kind. A shudder and soft sigh told Emily that Lourdes was also equally appreciative of her efforts. She felt giddy, almost lightheaded while she slipped her fingers in and out of Lourdes' smooth, shaved sex. It was the first time she'd ever masturbated anybody of the same sex and it was a wholly new – and most enjoyable experience for her. The normal dense curly thatch of hair just wasn't there. It was as smooth as a baby's bottom. Her heart was a hammer while she carefully massaged the hard, round little button of her exposed, excited clitoris.

Suddenly Lourdes' questing fingers reached her clit and Emily stiffened before screaming out aloud into her tight gag. She was so wound up that even the slightest touch was just about all she needed to push her over the edge. Lourdes touch was a searing bolt of electricity and she instinctively tried to pull away but Lourdes wouldn't let her. Instead she continued rubbing her clit with ever-greater intensity, alternating her touch between an unbearable feather-light caress and a wonderful, sweet firm massage which left her head swimming. Just as the heat within began soaring out of control, Lourdes abruptly withdrew and she groaned aloud with acute disappointment before pleadingly gazing into her eyes.

Please… keep going.

So close. She'd come so close to obtaining the sweet sexual relief she'd been crying out for during the last couple of days.

Lourdes shook her head. No.

Oh nooo… Why not? Emily disbelievingly shook her head before grunting into her gag. Damn that stupid thing! If only she hadn't been so tightly gagged…

Lourdes' eyes were full of mischievous amusement while she gazed into Emily's face. She was saying something. It sounded like 'Tomorrow' and she groaned into her gag again.

Suddenly before she had a chance to protest further, Jolina appeared and Emily felt a deep blush colouring her cheeks after realising that her hand was still between Lourdes' thighs – and vice versa. Fortunately Jolina didn't comment although Emily could see amusement – and understanding flickering in her beautiful dark eyes. Instead she simply said, "Ok, you finish your shower now, ha? I'm going to tie you up now."

Emily swallowed before staring. This was the moment of truth. She was going to be tied up - bound and gagged all night in the 'World's Worst Hogtie', whatever that was and all she could do was stare in Jolina's direction like a teenager.

She'd changed again, this time swapping her minimally tiny bikini for the most outrageously sexy shiny stretch PVC lingerie she'd ever seen. A figure hugging lace-up torsolette supported by a pair of shoulder straps circled her slim waist and breasts. It was attached to a pair of PVC tipped suspenders. Her crotch was covered by a deliciously sexy pair of high cut briefs which crinkled around the edges where they met the sides of her thighs and hips. Jolina's arms were sheathed in a matching pair of PVC gloves although the shiny plastic fantastic only partially covered her hands, leaving her fingers free for the delicate job binding her. They lent Jolina a power which her bikini just didn't match and Emily couldn't help thrilling while she continued studying the girl. Jolina looked what she was - totally dominant and Emily could feel her skin goosepimpling. It wasn't just that Jolina was going to bind and gag her. No… It was much more than that. Emily knew that no matter what happened, no matter how bored and uncomfortable she might become, Jolina would not untie her. Begging and pleading would not work and she sighed again while Jolina patiently waited for them to complete their ablutions. This was the kind of real bondage she'd always wanted and craved like a drug – and Emily suspected they also knew as much as well.

Jolina was also wearing a see-through clear plastic raincoat over everything and Emily felt her privates heating up again while she admired the wide, round buttons. She'd left it buttoned up and the hood was neatly tucked in around her face as well. Jolina's rainwear was tucked in around her waist where she'd tied the matching belt in place. Her slicker was shiny and slick with moisture and Emily realised that it must be raining. The change in the weather wasn't obvious from the bathroom because a light shadecloth covered everything outside. It allowed sunlight through whilst protecting the beautiful flowers from the cloudbursts common around here.

Eventually, they were done. Emily felt much better after drying off with a luxuriously large and soft towel. Although she'd enjoyed wearing her rubber enclosure suit and accompanying bondage, it was good being able to wash away the accumulated gunk such a session always produced. The thick rubber and sweat her body produced made her skin itch and relieving everything was impossible whilst bound and gagged. Lourdes occupied the stall closest to Jolina and Emily watched as Jolina expertly bound her hands together in a 'X' behind her back before unlocking the manacle attached to the ringbolt and re-attaching everything around her ankles. They were clearly playing for keeps. Running simply wasn't any option. As if.

It was her turn now and she happily allowed Jolina to tie her hands together. This was her life and there was nowhere else she would rather be.

Oh my Godddd! Even the tightness of her gag couldn't prevent Emily from gasping out aloud when she noticed the cords lying atop her bed. The large quilt was festooned with a million miles of thin white cord and she gulped before swallowing. So much rope. Was that much really… necessary?

The sleeping Beauty was occupying the other single bed and she'd been strapped down even tighter than before but Emily hardly noticed Lourde's sparring partner and friend while she disbelievingly studied the cotton sash cord. She'd used it often enough to know about its low friction (it didn't stretch much or slide easily, unlike nylon) and the very tight knots you could tie. In the hands of an expert, cotton sash was utterly inescapable and Jolina was one of the very best going around.

Everything had been organised into a pair of matching rows, one for each girl and Emily's spine tingled again while she stared downwards. The longest hanks of cord had to be hundreds of miles in length while the shortest (and there were plenty of those as well) were only a few feet long. As usual, a matching pair of ball gags had also been laid out and Emily swallowed again while she nervously studied each gleaming orb. There was something about each she couldn't immediately place. Was it the size of the balls nestling among each interlocking set of straps? They were unusually large and her stomach turned over. Sure she couldn't be wrong about the size? Two inches was almost as much as she was capable of handling and they had to be a lot larger.

"Well, Emily, I think we should get going now," Jolina conversationally said while she carefully unbuttoned her raincoat before hanging its beautiful soft plastic folds on a clothes hook. "Let's get you tied up shall we? Then I will do Lourdes." She might have been announcing a bedtime story such was the banal normality of her voice.

"It is two of the clock now," Jolina observed. "Maybe already it will take half an hour before I finish. I tie you, you stay tied for twelve hours. Is our deal, remember? I will untie you three o'clock this afternoon." Jolina turned before selecting a piece of cord. Her voice was calm, dispassionate although it contained a steely core and Emily knew Jolina meant every word she said. If anything, her lack of emotion or visible excitement added to the menace of her words. "I will not untie you before. Twelve hours, that's it. Release you then. You wanna I untie you before, oo. No worries. But - mark my words Emily, I will re-tie you for the full twelve hours plus the time taken off tonight. Hummm… If I untie you three hours early, next time it is twelve plus three… let's see… that's fifteen hours. Lourdes receives the same punishment, ya. Vice versa naman. She cry wolf, you pay price naman. You think about that, ha?"

Emily nervously nodded. Her throat was dry. What on earth had she gotten herself into? Nevertheless, she knew how much she wanted this.

Jolina was untying her wrists now and Emily instinctively stretched outwards before allowing Jolina to begin retying everything. It was the last moment of 'freedom' she would enjoy for twelve hours. Time to loosen up those muscles - like any athlete or football player. The ropes were waiting and she happily limbered up, exulting in the looseness of her arms and legs. She was ready now. Oh, was she ever ready!

The inside of her thighs were already slick and wet with her juices and she hoped Jolina would not notice her arousal. Even just looking at the cords which were going to be used on her was enough.

"I think already you want, ha?" Jolina giggled as she gently took Emily's hands.

Yeah… I want. Emily knew her flaming cheeks already told the story. Jolina was studying her face in the manner a scientist might admire a rare botanical specimen.

"Wow… Her face is very red," Jhenneth observed. She was lounging in an easy chair nearby and Emily flushed again. "Like her hair."

Yeah, thanks for telling me that… Emily glanced around. Sometimes it was hard adjusting to their merciless teasing. However, she'd already been long enough to know how the fun-loving Filipinos loved taking the mickey out of anything and everything. Only Beauty was wholly unmoved. Lourdes was giggling like anything while Jolina had had to stop what she was doing so she could recover her composure. Her shiny PVC ensemble sparked and glittered beneath the warm glow of the lights and Emily wondered if she'd ever seen such a sexier sight.

"Being tied up makes me feel that way naman," Jolina smiled before giving Emily's shoulder a friendly squeeze. "I only have to look at ropes, then I feel excited." Suddenly teasing, "Like Lourdes naman. Look at rubber, she come, just like that, ya."

"Mmmgggrrmm!" Lourdes was trying hard to look angry but the laughter bubbling out her mouth gave the game away.

Thanks, Jolina… Emily tried to show her gratitude through her eyes. She was so understanding. After all, it was why they were all here wasn't it?

"Walang problema, Emily," Jolina smilingly replied. "Ok, come on, I tie you now."

Emily closed her eyes before inhaling as deeply as possible. This was it. She was going to be tied up, as in really tied up. I'm going to be tied up… Bound hand and foot and… Her heart was singing. The words were a song while she unhesitatingly placed her hands behind her back before crossing them over each other for binding. I'm going to be tied up…

"Beauty of Merciless Domination - Realless FemDom Art"

The heat between her legs was virtually out of control as Jolina took her slender wrists before lashing everything together. Unlike earlier that evening when speed had been all important, Jolina took her time about tying her wrists. Although her movements were as practised as ever, they were also much more unhurried. The process of being tied up was a beautiful, heavenly one and Emily was glad that Jolina wasn't rushing this. Wrap, cinch, knot… Several very tight knots later, Jolina was done and Emily experimentally tried to squirm out of everything before realising that even if Jolina didn't add another single rope, she would remain bound however long the girl deemed necessary.

Satisfied that Emily wouldn't be going anywhere, Jolina released her before leaning downwards and picking up her gag. Oh no… Emily's stomach performed a flip-flop before diving when she saw the size of the huge ball. It was so big! She could barely manage two inches – at best – for any length of time. God knows how her jaw ached after being gagged for any length of time, never mind this monster. Emily couldn't believe Jolina was proposing to keep her bound and gagged throughout with that… thing filling her mouth. Twelve hours. Oh my God. Oh well. It wasn't as though she had much choice in the matter. It would be good to find out what real bondage was anyway, the kind of bondage where you just want out, no matter what but know deep down it's just not going to happen. Paradoxically, it was this knowledge which was the one ingredient she needed to obtain the incredible sexual and emotional rush that only being very tightly and helplessly tied up without any hope of escape or release provided.

It was why she wanted this so much. Like the people who had to climb the highest mountains or BASE-jumping off the tallest buildings, so too she needed the adrenaline rush of being bound and gagged within an inch of her life – and kept tied up whether she liked it or not. Jolina was unbuckling the single strap of her gag and excitement filled Emily as she realised what she was about to say. Should she? Yes… In for a penny, out for a pound. After all, she just had to find out. Besides it would be fun serving it right up to her and see how she reacted.

Fortunately, Jolina as solicitous as ever, allowed her a few moments of respite before strapping the larger gag in her mouth. Although immediately re-gagging her would have made no difference to her breathing or level of comfort, Emily was nevertheless grateful. It was an unexpected kindness she appreciated very much. After all though, it was only a game anyway. Jolina was tying her up because it was something she wanted so much. In many ways, it was an act of love. While she worked her aching jaws up and down between, Emily thought about Darren again. She'd always felt especially close to him during the times he was tying her up. Each set of cords he used upon her made a statement – a declaration of the love and feeling he possessed towards her. In letting Darren tie her up any way he liked, Emily was making the most tangible physical commitment possible of her increasing devotion towards him. The tighter her bonds, the greater the expression of their nascent love and trust had been. Tragically, it'd never received any opportunity to bloom due to his forced shift interstate.

She sighed again before glancing away. Try not to think about it. In many ways, Jolina's (and Lourdes') gentleness and understanding reminded her of Darren. He'd also taken especial care when tying her up and towards the latter stages of their relationship, she'd sensed a subtle change in the way he tied her. At first it'd only been a game, albeit one much more fun – and sexually charged than most. Then a gradual unspoken, tacit acknowledgement how much being bound and gagged affected them. Eventually it'd come to define their relationship and the way they felt about each other. She'd always felt so warm, safe and appreciated when he was tying her up as well as the long hours she spent bound and gagged whilst relaxing in front of the TV or studying.

Of course tonight was different but Emily could sense the same unspoken love Jolina was expressing through the ropes she was using to tie her up. They had that special 'bond' in common, so to speak. Jolina was hovering with the gag and she slowly inhaled as deeply as possible before letting her breath out. It was unnecessary of course as she would be breathing through her nose for the next twelve hours but… the action made her feel better. Suddenly Emily realised what she wanted to say and she hurriedly held up her hand before Jolina had time to pop the ball in her mouth.

"Wait a mo could you? Um…. You said you were going to tie me up nice and tight didn't you?"

"Opo," Jolina agreed while a wide, toothy grin split her face. "Why? You don't like? You don't want, ha?"

"No, no…" Emily stumbled over the words. "Not like that… Um…" She couldn't face Jolina. "I was hoping you could… Um… I mean… If you're going to tie me up, could you tie me up really, really tight, as tight as you possibly can?"

"Oh talaga?" Jolina was stunned. She couldn't believe cute little Emily actually wanted this. She'd floated the idea as a challenge and she'd been surprised when Emily accepted. Now the girl actually wanted to be tied up as tightly as possible and she was delighted. It spoke volumes about her love of the ropes and she silently vowed to oblige in full, make sure it would be a night Emily would long remember. There was nothing like the ultimate thrill of really tight restraint and Jolina wanted her to experience that feeling. "Um… sure. Can do. But… are you sure you want this? Coz I won't untie you until tomorrow like we agreed."

"Yes… I'm sure." Emily nervously nodded for extra emphasis. "I want to be tied up really tight. Super-tight." The heat was back between her legs while she faced Jolina. Hands bound behind her back, telling her how much she wanted to be bound and gagged like this.

"If you do not mind my asking," Jolina slowly said, "why do you want this? You could become very uncomfortable after a while."

"Um…" Emily uncomfortably shifted position. "I just don't… know." Jolina's eyebrows were rising and she gulped before continuing. "Just because… I want to find out… um what it feels like being tied up like this." Emily just couldn't find the words she needed to articulate her thoughts. Was it bravado? A desire to impress or show up Jolina? No, not exactly. It was something much deeper than that. It was the feeling of real, unrelenting captivity she hungered after. To be tied up as tight as humanly possible with the full realisation she wouldn't be going anywhere for hours and hours. Even thinking about it was already turning her on beyond belief and Emily realised that it was another reason she wanted this so much.

Jolina's voice was like the wind sighing through the tall palms. "I understand… Coz I feel the same way too."

"Thanks…" Emily's chest was suddenly much looser. The tightness had vanished. Of course she should've realised Jolina would understand. She was a soulmate. Like Lourdes and Beauty. "It's just really hard to explain you know? But anyway, I guess we'd better get on with it otherwise we'll be here all night."

"Opo," Jolina giggled. "Ok, I will tie you up as tight as I can, really tight like you want! Tie you tight, gag you tight. You want?"

"Yes please… Really tight. And I mean really tight. As tight as you can," Emily breathed while her heart performed a flip-flop. She was really in for it now. Simply saying each word out aloud was turning her on. That she might possibly regret her impulsiveness later, she had no doubt but at least she'd receive a thrill like no other along the way. "Um… And I think you'd better gag me now before I have time to change my mind. You'd better make sure it's tight as well."

"Walang problema, Emily," Jolina grinned. "Open your mouth."

This was it. Obediently, she opened wide to accept the giant ball while a shiver of excitement coursed up and down her spine.

The ball was much wider than she was used to and it wouldn't go in with the same ease of the other gags she was used to wearing.

"Wider!" Jolina urged while Lourdes mutely looked on.

The strain on her jaws was immense as Emily yawned wider. Jolina was holding the back of her head with one hand while she tried to push the glossy rubber ball home. Suddenly the ball popped home with an audible 'plop!' and she groaned with disbelief as it settled just behind her teeth. The thing was just so large. How was she going to cope being gagged like this for… twelve hours? For the first time doubt assailed her mind while Jolina triumphantly buckled everything as tight as it would go. Jolina was not sparing the rod and Emily grunted as the girl pulled harder on the strap before forcing the pin through the buckle. The strap passing over her forehead and head was next and all Emily could manage was an ineffectual 'errhh' as Jolina pulled this one brutally tight before buckling up everything. Incredibly another two straps were left and Emily swayed before almost falling as the heat between her legs soared out of control while Jolina did up the chin strap, forcing her already protesting jaws down hard on the ball wedged in her mouth. She loved the process of being gagged like this – and this was a gag like no other she'd ever worn. There was something so final about being gagged; it took the ability to protest or cry out for help away.

The last strap circling her head was almost anti-climactic; all it really did was support the one passing over her forehead which she'd connected to the one in the nape of her neck. There was no way anything would slip loose and she groaned again. Her gag was there to stay – and she'd never been so securely or tightly gagged. The size of the ball alone meant she couldn't dislodge anything without the use of her hands, never mind the tight straps immovably wedging the ball between her suddenly aching jaws. Unused to being forced so widely apart, they were letting Emily know all about their discomfort in no uncertain terms. Emily disbelievingly shook her head before instinctively trying to force the alien intruder out but much to her astonishment, she couldn't shift a single thing. It didn't even move. Oh my God… What have I let myself in for?