Relaxation Therapy 16 | tight rope bondage story

Emily knew, without a shadow of doubt, that it was going to be the longest night of her life. Jolina was tying her arms together now. Tight.

She'd never been bound anywhere near as stringently as this! Jolina was doing her elbows now – and she was lashing everything together as if they were a pair of logs instead of living, sentient flesh. She'd gripped her elbows in the crook of one arm before supporting everything and winding each loop of cord around them. Jolina was alternately pushing/pulling on everything until they met and Emily couldn't help moaning into her gag as the girl began cinching everything. She simply loved being tied up like this. The tighter the better. Each successive cinch tightened the ropes circling everything until Emily felt as though her arms had been welded together rather than simply bound with rope. The soft sash cords were not rough nor in any way did they prickle her tingling bare skin but Emily knew she would have a great set of ropemarks to show for her… adventure tomorrow.

At last only a few centimetres of cord were left and Emily shuddered with acute, atavistic, almost primal pleasure as Jolina pulled every knot savagely tight. She was putting all her strength into yanking each one tight, wrenching each end apart before tying another then another. Only when a few centimetres of cord were left, Jolina finally tucked the remaining centimetres of cord out of sight – and reach.

The difference in posture was already noticeable. Her arms had been pulled so tightly together it forced her shoulders backwards. In turn, this forced Emily into the kind of rigid, upright posture any military drill sergeant would have wept tears of joy upon spotting. Despite her invidious position, Emily couldn't help feeling terribly feminine and empowered as she studied her breasts which were now proudly pushing outwards. Almost absent-mindedly, she noted how hard her nipples were. Everybody she'd slept with always commented on the size of her swollen excited buds which had swelled to the size of small grapes. This was such a turn-on! The heat deep within her aching cleft was out of control now and she groaned into her gag before involuntarily squirming.

Jolina had noticed as well and she grinned before suddenly leaning downwards and sucking on each in turn. Emily closed her eyes before crying out with pleasure and longing. It felt so good, oh sooo good. She wanted more and when Jolina withdrew, Emily thrusted her chest out forwards so the girl could continue.

"You like, ha?" Jolina giggled before producing a small pair of spring-loaded nipple clamps out of nowhere. The business end contained a pair of padded clamps and Emily instinctively knew the purpose of each. Oh noooo… She'd seen them before in pictures but never in her wildest dreams, she'd ever imagined being clamped. This was going to be way beyond anything she'd anticipated. Emily fought to escape the clamps but Jolina was too quick for her. She caught and held Emily before she had time to squirm away.

"Where do you think you are going, ha?" Jolina smiled before gently massaging one swollen, exited nipple until it was as round and full as a ripe grape. "You do not like, ha?"

Emily frantically shook her head. No. Please… don't.

"You do like?" Jolina giggled. "Good. You wear, ha? Not come off until tomorrow." With that, before she had time to react, Jolina pushed it down on her nipple before letting go.

"Nnnn-eeeuuughhhhh!" Emily shrieked into her gag as the clamp bit. She could see the spring-loaded clamp squeezing her nipple so tightly together it was already turning a darker shade of purple. Although the thing didn't have any teeth, it still gripped everything with an unbelievable tightness and wave after wave of pleasure and pain swept throughout her defenseless body as Jolina abruptly attached the other one. Her burning breasts were on fire while she vainly adjusted to the remorseless biting clamps. Eventually, the strangest yet most wonderful warmth replaced the sharp sudden pain and Emily couldn't help squirming with pleasure and wonder while she studied the silver clamps gripping her nipples like a pair of piranhas. She'd never seen them squashed anything like this. Only millimetres separated the painful piercing, biting jaws of her clamps from each other.

Jolina had her arms again and she was… wrapping still more rope around them just below her elbows, further pinning everything together. Because they'd already been so securely bound together above her elbows, Jolina had little trouble adding to her bonds. Wrap. Cinch. Knot. Her arms were now totally useless lumps. Emily could see her reflection in the nearby mirror and she had no arms. They'd been amputated. And well they might, for all the use she had of them, she ruefully thought. Unbelievable. They'd hardly begun and she couldn't believe how tightly Jolina was tying her up. The heap of cord lying on her bed hadn't appreciably diminished the slightest little bit.

This was going to be a bondage like no other and Emily eagerly waited for Jolina to continue tying her up. She was attaching more rope to the cords surrounding her arms just above her elbows now. Passing everything around and over her shoulders… back underneath her armpits… and around the cinching again. Jolina was creating a rope harness to prevent the cords above her elbows slipping and she inwardly sighed. As if. Nevertheless, Emily was secretly exultant. If she was going to be tied up, the tighter the better. There was no point in being bound and gagged only to escape within seconds of being bound. She was being tied up and she would stay tied up – period.

Jolina was tugging on everything now. Apparently satisfied that nothing would slip, she set about securing her arms and Emily shivered with pleasure as the first cords looped around her body, just below her breasts before tightening. Other than the sweet moment when her hands were bound together, this was the part she liked the best. The ropes were an extended hug and Jolina was much more affectionate than most. Jolina's smile was warm as their eyes suddenly met and she paused for a moment before continuing. "Ikaw ayos, Emily? You like?"

Emily mutely nodded. That gag was oh so tight. Her jaws were already aching from the unnatural strain being placed upon them – but there was no way she was going to let on as much. Oh yes… Very much. She tried to smile before happily nodding.

"Oh, I am happy for you," Jolina replied. "I want for you to enjoy, ha?"

Thanks… Emily wished she could hug the beautiful girl standing opposite with a length of cord in one hand. Her bondage was a shared act of love and Emily could sense how much Jolina was receiving out of this as well. The other, trailing end reminded her of a coiled python. There was so much rope and she shivered again, this time with atavistic awe. She was being really, really, really tied up. I'm being tied up… I'm really being tied up but good now. There was no way of communicating the emotion of the moment so she leant forwards before affectionately rubbing the ball strapped in her mouth against Jolina's cheek.

"Salamat…" Jolina's smile was a sun. "Honestly Emily, I'm really happy you are enjoying yourself," she earnestly said. "Anyway, I think already you want me to finish tying you up?"

Emily nodded again. Yes please.

The ropes were circling her body above the swell of her breasts now and Emily couldn't help groaning out aloud with ecstatic pleasure as Jolina pulled and tugged on each wrap before beginning the next.

There was something about this particular process of being tied up which turned her on like nothing else. Her private bits were burning up and Emily tried to ignore the conflagration below while she focused on her bonds. She was being pushed and jerked one way and that as Jolina continued pulling each strand tight. Already there was no give or slack in the ropes and Emily silently willed Jolina to make it tighter. As if guessing her thoughts, the girl gave everything a hard yank before moving on. Six neat bands of rope now surrounded her breasts and Emily sighed again while she surreptitiously studied the way the cords squeezed each one. The pain of being clamped had died away and a pleasant dull ache was spreading outwards from her squashed nipples.

Jolina was creating a second rope harness incorporating the ropes circling her breasts and arms so nothing would slip or loosen. Enthralled, Emily watched while Jolina expertly wound the ends underneath, around and back over the cords just below her breasts. Each and every movement was unhurried, almost leisurely, yet Jolina worked with a surprising speed. Seemingly seconds later, her breasts were being supported by a very Shinju-like rope bikini. Her breasts felt absolutely wonderful. Before Emily had time to reflect upon anything, Jolina was off again. More rope was circling her waist now – and Jolina was passing every wrap around her arms, just above her bound wrists. This too, was cinched and knotted tight – and it rendered her arms totally useless. Any hope of leverage she had was gone now. She'd even passed a couple of loops around her hips and between her legs before taking everything upwards again creating a wide 'V' of cord pointing in the direction of her aching crotch. Yet even this level of security apparently wasn't enough because Jolina promptly added more rope just below her elbows, pinning Emily's bound arms even harder against the small of her back.

Now Jolina was attaching another piece of cord to the inverted 'T' junction just below her breasts and she was passing everything downwards, pulling, knotting and wrapping everything around each set of cords so they would not slip before reaching her waist and she instinctively tensed while Jolina fiddled around with everything. There was only one place the cords could go. Emily was abruptly acutely aware of her nakedness as the PVC-clad beauty pushed everything between her legs before moving around behind her. The pungent aroma of her arousal was suddenly much stronger and she couldn't help flushing again. There was no way Jolina could miss the wetness between her legs. Even if Jolina missed the musky scent, surely she couldn't possibly fail to notice how wet her thighs were?

What was she doing now? Emily had expected Jolina to begin tying her crotchrope but nothing was happening. Suddenly the girl reappeared and Emily groaned when she saw what Jolina was holding. A wicked grin split Jolina's lovely face as Emily stared downwards. Jolina's tiny hand was dwarfed by the biggest, roundest penis plug she'd ever seen. The thing had to be at least 8 inches long and almost two across. The last time she'd seen a dong like that was in the pages of the Hustler magazine one of her girlfriends had brought around. As if the awe-inspiring dimensions of her sex-toy weren't enough, a tube led out of the wide, round base and Emily's eyes travelled downwards before halting on the bulb. An inflatable plug. Ouch. Jolina wasn't mucking around was she?

"You won't be lonely tonight, ha?" Jolina teased while she lovingly lubed the giant plug. She was masturbating the artificial organ with practiced ease and it wasn't long before a glistening coat of jelly covered its length.

Ulp… I guess not, Emily thought as Jolina retreated out of sight. When she'd fantasised about a little bit of that African cock her girlfriends drooled over, she'd never anticipated receiving it in anything like this form, much less taking it up the one place the sun never shone. Although she appreciated and enjoyed anal play, this thing was a full one third larger than anything she'd ever accepted. Oh my God…

Jolina was pushing her forwards and she almost stumbled before obediently bending over as much as possible although the tightness of her bonds meant she couldn't lean very far. However, it was enough for Jolina and Emily couldn't help feeling horribly, embarrassingly exposed as Jolina placed the tip of the plug against the little round puckered hole of her anus.

Suddenly, before she had time to react or protest, Jolina unceremoniously pushed the penis plug inwards and she screamed into her gag as it split her sphincter before passing through. Her anal passage suddenly felt horribly full as Jolina pulled and twisted on the plug before pushing it deeper. It slid inexorably deeper and she couldn't help trying to wriggle out of the way but anticipating such a move, Jolina had already slid one arm around her waist. There was no way she was escaping what was coming and Emily reluctantly accepted the inevitable as Jolina probed deeper. She'd never been violated anywhere as deeply as this and it was a very strange, not altogether pleasant sensation.

Suddenly the plug retreated and a sigh of relief escaped the small opening between her gag and lips before Jolina pushed it back inwards – and this time it slid wetly all the way up her passage until the wide base actually touched her bottom. Emily closed her eyes before shivering again. Bound and gagged with eight inches of cock fucking her arse. When a couple of her colleagues had wished her all the best of good luck with finding some juicy, tasty meat along the way, surely they'd never imagined anything like this.

Jolina was passing the rope between her legs again. Passing everything beneath, over her bound wrists. Pulling on everything… Suddenly Jolina stopped and Emily only had the briefest instant to wonder what was happening before strong fingers reached and parted the swollen excited lips of her vagina. A delighted chuckle escaped Jolina's mouth as her fingers slid wetly all the way inwards before quickly massaging her aching clitoris.

She couldn't help moaning with pleasure before lowering herself onto Jolina's questing, probing fingers. She was coming. Oh my Goddd… She was about to come… Suddenly, just as the rising heat deep within her body began roaring out of control, Jolina withdrew and Emily groaned out aloud before imploring her laughing eyes to continue.

"Hindi. You wait," Jolina said before guiding each strand between each lip before gently pulling everything tight and she shrieked into her gag as the cords massaged her clit with an delicious insistent caress. There was no way she would ever be able to loosen a single thing as Jolina carefully tightened each strand before passing everything back the way it'd come and knotting the last remaining inches of cord far, far out of reach of her hands. Her crotchrope was there to stay and Emily wondered how she would ever find sleep while the tight cords continued rubbing the most intimate parts of her anatomy.

However, Jolina didn't give Emily time to savour the pleasure of her new joy ropes. She'd begun inflating the plug immovably buried far, far up her ass – and it was swelling with each and every hard pump. Oh my Goddd… Emily bit down hard on the huge ball wedged in her mouth while Jolina remorselessly continued pumping her bottom fuller and fuller until she thought it would explode. The feeling she had to go shit was so powerful that her protesting sphincter muscles instinctively strained and heaved but it hardly budged so much as a single centimetre. All she accomplished was putting extra pressure on her crotchrope which sympathetically tightened as she tried pushing the plug outwards. Suddenly the incredible pressure upon her aching, protesting bottom abruptly disappeared as Jolina deflated the plug and Emily slumped with relief although she knew the reprieve was only temporary. After allowing her a couple of seconds to recover, Jolina peremptorily set about re-inflating everything. Once again the penis swelled and just as Emily thought she couldn't stand it any longer, Jolina released the trapped air before repeating the process several times, each time increasing the diameter and volume of the plug trapped deep within her body.

At last satisfied that her buttplug wouldn't be going anywhere, Jolina released the bulb before allowing everything to dangle downwards. "Now you won't be lonely," she giggled before adding, "Not fart naman."

It was kinda staring the obvious, Emily mused while she uncomfortably squirmed about but try as she might, there was no escaping the remorseless pressure of her plug, which felt as if it was expanding outwards every second. Even the pain of her nipple clamps was forgotten as she shuffled from one side to another like a wayward student facing the headmaster.

"Stand still," Jolina instructed as she untangled another hank of cord. "Not move. I will tie your legs now."

Emily began to feel as if she was being slowly mummified as Jolina slowly worked her way downwards. Instead of bandages, it was rope. Jolina had tied her thighs very, very tightly together and she peered downwards while the girl set about securing her knees. A lark's head knot had been swiftly followed by four neat wraps leaving eight tight strands of rope circling her legs just above the joints of her knees. Then several successively tighter cinches followed by an equally taut couple of knots. The ropes sank deep into the soft flesh of her thighs. They didn't hurt but Emily didn't want to think how her legs would feel twelve hours from now. Mercifully, Jolina hadn't tied her knees anywhere near as tight. Emily wondered why before belatedly realising it wasn't out of any concern for her welfare rather than the practical considerations that tying them too tightly there would make bending her legs backwards that much harder when Jolina put her in that hogtie she'd been hearing about.

Anxious to complete tying up Emily, Jolina was working faster now although she was still as methodical and careful as ever. Always there was her enormous smile which appeared each time their eyes met and Emily could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper under the girl's spell. Incredibly, she'd added another two neat (and tight) bands of cord between her already bound thighs and knees. It was complete, total overkill in the way one goes into battle against a harmless manatee with a whale harpoon and Emily knew she wouldn't have it any other way. She glanced over where Lourdes was awaiting her turn. A warm smile creased the corners of her gag after spotting her gaze and Emily grinned back. It was a kinship like no other. Lourdes knew she was about to suffer the same fate yet she was also eagerly waiting for the sweet kiss of tight cords with quivering anticipation. Her eyes had never left the elaborate pas de deux Jolina was performing in binding Emily.

Her ankles were being bound together and Emily shivered again. There was something wonderfully final surrounding the process of lashing her feet together. In many ways, it really symbolised the beginning of her bondage. They'd come this far and there was no way she was going to be untied now. Several tight wraps later, she was now bound hand and foot. Meanwhile Jolina was carrying on apace, adding more and more rope around her slim legs until they'd been lashed together with some eight tight bands of rope. Three above, three below. Emily closed her eyes before swaying and groaning with pleasure as her overwhelmed brain vainly tried to absorb the visual and sensory overload it was receiving. She was really, really tied up now and yet it seemed they'd hardly begun. There was still heaps of cord left on the bed and Emily wondered how Jolina could possibly find a use for it all.

Nevertheless, she couldn't help squirming and writhing one way and that with acute, intense pleasure. Being tied up like this was the best thing in the world and Emily was glad she'd asked Jolina to make it tight. Jolina was holding her while she happily strained against her bonds. Her smile was as warm as it was understanding and Emily glowed. Rarely she'd ever been this happy before or since. Being tied up was her life, her whole life and best of all; she had two lovely girls to share it with. Three, if one counted the sleeping Beauty in bound bliss on the nearby single bed. "Feels good, ha?" Jolina's voice was a caress which only rivalled her bonds for the comfort it contained. "I really like naman." It was confiding, almost conspiratorial now. "I teach Tony, you know already he is the man I see, look after last time he is here, to tie me good. I ask him to tie me tight." Giggling, "You should have seen his face, he is so surprised, ya. Tell me no one has ever asked him to tie her up and here I am, want to be tied up so tight."

If only she hadn't been so tightly gagged. Emily badly wanted to laugh while she listened to Jolina's happy monologue.

"I show him where are the pressure points," Jolina said. "Where to tie knots so I can't reach them. How to put gag on, make gag tight, just like that you know?" She glanced around as if afraid they might be overheard. "Tony is so hard all the time. His titi is very big! Sometimes only way he can concentrate is when I give him a blowjob, suck his titi, make him come, then continue our lessons. He always comes when I teach him how to put on crotchrope so I suck him first. Not come then."

Oh my word… This conversation was making her hotter than ever and she uncomfortably squirmed in her bonds. Her already partially soaked crotchrope was imperceptibly tightening and it was letting her know all about its presence.

"Tony is a very good student!" Jolina chortled. "Work verry hard. Give him A+!" Her face contained a sudden longing and Emily silently sympathised with the girl. How often had she lain awake and thought about Darren one lonely night after another before coming here?

"I miss him," she sighed before brightening. "Oh my God, I am a chatterbox! Am I boring you?"

Emily frantically shook her head before grunting into her gag. No, no, you're not boring me at all.

"Thanks for listening, ha?" Jolina chuckled. "Anyway… what for are we talking like this? Finish tying you up first. Then I do Lourdes."

Emily nodded before glancing over where her bed lay. How was she going to get over there? She'd been so tightly tied up that all sense of balance had vanished.

"Here," Jolina said before holding her arm. "You hop, then I help you lie down, ha?"

Another problem was raising its ugly head while she stared downwards. The bed was clear as Jolina had pushed the remaining hanks of cord out of the way. But… Lying down was the hard bit. With her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't simply flop downward. She was acutely aware of the huge buttplug firmly wedged up her bottom. It would probably all but cleave her in half if she sat. Diving was out of the question as well. The tight clamps squeezing the life out of her aching nips saw to that.

Guessing the nature of her predicament, Jolina grinned before gripping her arm again while she unsteadily swayed on her feet. "Lie down on side. Like this…" Without waiting for a reply, she gently helped Emily bend her legs before encouraging her to jump on her side. Emily closed her eyes while before taking the big leap. Now she knew how the paratroopers felt before jumping out their planes to launch the Normandy invasion. The bed was very far away… Ok, heeere goes!

Amazingly, she actually managed to land on her side. The thick, soft cover helped cushion the shock of landing and she groaned into her gag before gingerly wriggling around until she was lying on her belly. "Well done," Jolina said before climbing up alongside her and taking another piece of rope. "Ok, we shall get you ready for bed now. I wrap you up nice and good huh? Then you sleep, ha?"

Yeah… I just bet… Emily thought while her heart beat faster and faster. It was a drum while Jolina attached the rope to her bound ankles. Intimately familiar with the process of being bound, Emily knew what was coming next. She was wrong.

Instead of immediately hog-tying her, Jolina threaded the trailing ends between her thighs and crotch before passing everything around her ankles again. After pulling the last remaining inches of slack out of everything, Jolina took her ankles and bent them backwards. The ropes lashing her legs together suddenly tightened and Emily grunted into her gag as Jolina pulled everything tight before threading the ends around the cinching supporting her thigh ropes and repeating the procedure. She pushed hard downwards and Emily moaned into her gag as everything tightened still further. She couldn't move her bound legs now, not even slide or wriggle anything. Apparently satisfied that she couldn't force her legs any closer together, Jolina began wrapping more rope around and around her thighs and ankles.

Emily was no lightweight but Jolina handled her as easily as a toy each time she rolled her aside to pass the cords beneath her body. Several very tight wraps later her legs had been bound into a punishingly tight hammerlock. She'd completed the job with a couple of equally tight cinches between the inside of her ankles and the back of her thighs before knotting everything far out of reach. Yet Jolina was far from done. She was attaching more rope to her ankles and Emily felt her heart tightening with excitement and dread as the great moment arrived. After tugging on everything to make sure nothing would slip, Jolina wound the rope around the Gordian tangle of cord just above her bound elbows before pushing the ends back between her ankles.

An interminably long pause (or so it seemed) followed as Jolina gathered herself before taking the cords in both hands and pulling hard. Everything magically tightened as she kept up a steady, even pressure. The ropes surrounding her chest and arms were tightening now as Jolina increased the pressure upon them. Emily couldn't help groaning into her gag while Jolina continued pulling. She'd never been tied up so tight before or since during all her life. So this was the World's Worst Hogtie. It was turning out to be every bit as bad as they'd gleefully promised it would be. Emily disbelievingly shook her head as Jolina looped the ends around the knotted tangle of rope just below her shoulders, guiding everything back between her ankles then pulling as hard as she could yet again. Although Emily couldn't see what Jolina was doing, she could tell that the tiny slim beauty was putting everything into the effort.

Not for the first time, Emily found herself doubting the wisdom of challenging Jolina to tie her up as tight as humanly possible. She hadn't even finished binding her and Emily was already unsure how she could possibly last one hour let alone the twelve Jolina had promised she would have to remain bound before release. That Jolina would keep her word Emily was in no doubt. Her chest was tightening yet again – and this time it was nervousness. She closed her eyes before willing herself to try and stay calm, just relax. You wanted this, she told herself. You wanted to be tied up really, really tight and you'll never receive another opportunity to find out what real bondage feels like.

Jolina was threading the last remaining feet between her bound wrists and back before looping everything around her ankles. After pulling every inch of slack out of her hogtie rope, Jolina repeated the procedure before tying the last inches of cord far, far out of reach where her questing fingers couldn't possibly locate, much less reach a single knot.

Oh my God… Emily's brain was in turmoil while she vainly tried to adjust to the most incredible bondage she'd ever experienced. It was by far the most gut-wrenchingly tight hogtie she'd ever been put into and Emily couldn't help glorying in the knowledge that she'd been well and truly bound and gagged within an inch of her life. Her bonds were so tight she'd even been pulled into a slight backwards arch although this was no bad thing as it lifted her breasts off the bed and relieving the pressure on her clamped nipples somewhat. While Jolina took a breather, she experimentally tried to roll over before breathlessly giving up. She couldn't even move. She had no mobility left. Jolina had effortlessly destroyed it with each well-chosen wrap of cord. She'd never been tied up anything like this before and the excitement of the moment momentarily outweighed the fear of the unknown. What more could Jolina do now?

It wasn't long before she found out.

She'd tied her up. Now Jolina was tying her down. Emily's head spun while Jolina continued adding more and more rope, pinning her down on the bed in much the same way a spider wraps up its victims. Now all she could move was her fingers – and toes.

That was the extent of her movement. Even a newborn wasn't anywhere as helpless for it could call out and flail its limbs from side to side. She couldn't do either. Jolina's face was thoughtful. "Hmmm…" she said before gracefully rising and leaping off the bed in one fluid movement which wouldn't have disgraced an Olympic gymnast. Seconds later, she was back with a small spool of very thin cotton sash cord.

Huh? Emily couldn't understand what her devious friend was up to although she had a horrible sneaking feeling she knew exactly what Jolina had in mind. Her suppositions were spot on as Jolina began tying her thumbs together, removing her flexibility and leverage in one fell swoop. Wrap, cinch, knot. "There," Jolina chortled as she happily studied her handiwork, "I think already you will be good tonight, ha?" she teased before attending to her big toes in exactly the same way.

Surely she had to be finished now? Surely her bondage couldn't possibly become any worse? Jolina had to be finished now.

Her captor was fiddling about with her gag and Emily groaned with relief as Jolina loosened the first strap. Her huge gag was so tight and she was glad that Jolina was allowing her this small mercy. Her chin was slick and wet with the spit and drool bubbling out her mouth. Normally it was something she could control to some extent with the smaller two-inch balls she was used to being gagged with – but this monstrous red orb was so wide and round, she couldn't even swallow.

Wrong, wrong wrong. How could she possibly have gotten it so wrong? She squawked with shock and outrage as Jolina pulled the strap even tighter than before eventually pushing the prong of the buckle home. "Be quiet," Jolina said as she tackled the second strap, which as subtly loosened with the tightening of the first. "-or I will leave you like this until this time tomorrow night. You like?"

Emily shook her head.

"I thought not," Jolina grinned before tightening the second strap. Apart from the hugeness of the ball wedged between her aching jaws, Emily began to feel as if her head was being squeezed in a vise while Jolina tightened the chinstrap, further forcing her jaws down on everything. "You asked me to make it tight so that is exactly what I am doing, ya." Her voice was firm and unequivocal and Emily's heart sank like a rock while her protesting jaws adjusted to the increased tightness of her gag. Everything was unrelentingly tight, most of all her awful gag and the cords lashing her arms together. But most of all, she knew Jolina would not relent except under duress such as some compelling medical emergency. What on earth had she let herself in for?

As if this level of security was not enough, Jolina was padlocking each buckle shut. Each metallic 'click!' was shockingly loud in the sudden silence. "Come off tomorrow, two of the clock, ya," Jolina said as she happily surveyed her helplessly bound and gagged captive. Well, at least there wasn't anything more Jolina could do now and Emily inwardly sighed into her gag as she vainly adjusted to the increasing discomfort of her bondage. Wrong again. Jolina was tying what had to be more rope to the ring she'd noticed decorating the top of her gag earlier before strapping everything between her jaws and she was…

Oh no… Her heart sank again as Jolina pulled her head backwards until she was staring straight ahead before attaching everything to the twisted, tangled seemingly chaotic mass of cordage surrounding her body just above her elbows. Her gag was even tighter now if such a thing was possible. All she could do was helplessly twist and turn in her achingly tight bonds while a silver rivulet of drool issued out the sides of her lips where they'd been pulled backward into a rictus by the tightness of the straps holding the ball in her mouth.

"Ok… enjoy," Jolina smiled before leaning down and kissing her full on the ball strapped in her mouth. "Twelve hours. I untie you then, ha?"

Emily miserably nodded. Twelve hours. A lifetime away. Would Jolina really carry out her threat of keeping her bound and gagged until then? Emily stared into her angelic face. Yes, she would. Nevertheless, a twinge of excitement filled her heart while she thought about the long night ahead of her. This was real, real bondage of the kind she'd longed to experience all her life – even if the brutal reality was different from the fantasies which had kept her going throughout the years she'd gone without. No matter how uncomfortable or bored she became, she would not be untied – and that made it terribly real indeed.

She strained and heaved against her bonds but all she achieved was imperceptibly tightening everything still further. There was absolutely no slack or give in anything whatsoever – with the sole exception of her crotchrope where some degree of play still existed. Every inch of cord had been tied and interconnected with everything else in such a way no matter which way she wriggled or squirmed, they alternately loosened or tightened. Misunderstanding her thoughts, Jolina giggled. "Don't worry Emily, you will not escape. Is my promise to you."

Oh thanks. You're all heart. Emily closed her eyes before moaning out aloud. This was so good. Her bonds were all; they'd become her life now. She'd never been tied up anywhere near this good and she was determined to enjoy the moment of as long as possible. Closing her eyes allowed Emily to fully savour the incredible sensory input she was receiving. The wonderful constriction of her bound wrists and elbows. The tightness of her gag. The unbelievable fullness of her plugged posterior. Even her nipple clamps. Pleasure and pain. They complemented each other. The two were fast merging until they became as one and Emily began to feel as she was floating while she focused upon one area of her body at a time.

The last words she heard before drifting deep into sub-space was Lourdes, "Tie me like Emily. Realy tight naman."

A sudden soft moan shattered the silence. Startled, Emily glanced around. Jolina was tying a crotchrope on Lourdes now – and she had a grandstand view of her dark, curly bush. The girls were standing only feet away from where she was lying. Jolina had pulled the by now well and truly bound and gagged Lourdes into a standing position with her feet spread apart for easy access. The flaring, excited lips of Lourdes' shaven vagina had opened wide like the petals of the sampaguita and she could just make out a delicious tinge of moist pink beneath the mottled brown folds of skin normally sealing everything off from outside view. Several strands of rope were already dangling downwards and as she disbelievingly watched, Jolina parted each lip before carefully pushing everything between them.

The heat between her legs was greater than ever but she barely noticed the conflagration below as Jolina pulled everything tight accompanied by a loud, liquid gurgle of pure ecstasy. Even the tightness of Lourde's ballgag couldn't conceal the sudden immense pleasure she was receiving from her deliciously tight crotchrope. The ropes had disappeared right between the lips of her vagina and Emily couldn't help sighing into her gag before surreptitiously straining against the cords also cleaving her in two as well. Her crotchrope was far from cruelly tight but there was no escaping its sweet, insistent caress. It was practically killing her, so great the pleasure the twin silken strands of cord were providing as they mercilessly rubbed her tingling clitoris. Sleep would not arrive easily tonight, if indeed at all.

Aware of Emily's fascinated gaze, Lourdes happily inched closer before wriggling her hips from side to side like a belly dance. The insides of her creamy smooth thighs were already wet with her juices and Emily closed her eyes before sighing again. Her chest was suddenly very tight while she studied her friend's beautiful crotchrope. Suddenly, Lourdes abruptly disappeared from view and Emily couldn't help grinning as Jolina led her similarly plugged and protesting friend around the other side of the wide bed before beginning on her legs.

Her bondage was so beautiful and she happily closed her eyes before savouring her bondage – the way her bonds felt, the tightness of her huge gag, the buttplug wedged far up her bottom, even the nipple clamps providing so much pleasure and aching agony. They'd melded into one delicious whole and the only way to savour anything was shutting her eyes and focusing upon everything. Those ropes were sooo tight and she squirmed from one side to another with delicious libidinal pleasure as her cords creaked and protested with each movement. Her bonds had been tied and interconnected with everything else in such a way that shifting position eased the strain on one portion of her anatomy while simultaneously increasing the strain on another so she was being forced into almost constant movement. If she wanted to relieve the pressure on her aching jaws, leaning forwards automatically tightened her crotchrope – and so on.

Suddenly the bed shook as something landed hard on the opposite side. The force of the sudden earthquake was enough to shake Emily from her introspective reverie and she glanced sideways.

Lourdes was lying on the bed alongside her – and she'd also been bound and gagged every bit as, if not more stringently than her. Beauty was in the final process of hog-tying her and Lourdes grinned into her gag before winking. It was abundantly clear how much pleasure Lourdes was receiving out of everything as she happily writhed from one side to another until a sharp command from Jolina told her to stop. Completely unchastened, Lourdes shot another cheeky grin in her direction before loudly groaning as Jolina jerked hard on the ropes connecting her hands to her feet.

Emily shook her head before staring. She couldn't believe how tightly Jolina had bound her Personal Assistant. An exactly identical red ball now filled Lourdes' mouth, forcing her cute rosebud lips out further where they had any right to be – and every strap had been pulled as tight as they would go. About the most sound which would ever escape those roseate lips would be a heavily muffled, unintelligible gurgle. Lourdes wouldn't be going anywhere either. She'd really, really been tied up, as in tied up within an inch of her life. Lourdes' bonds were cruelly, punishingly tight and she disbelievingly whistled into her gag as Jolina gave everything one last hard heave before knotting the last remaining inches of cord far, far out of reach of her friend's bound hands. Was this how she looked as well?

A million miles of startlingly white cord now surrounded the thoroughly trussed up Lourdes. She looked as if she'd been wrapped up by a spider intent of securing its prey. Stunned and thrilled with the tightness of Lourdes' bonds, Emily happily studied her awesomely tight hogtie. Like her, Lourdes' arms had been lashed together above and below her elbows until they met while still more cord surrounded the helpless girl from shoulders to waist. Lourdes' slim legs had been folded backwards on themselves and so tightly bound together only centimetres separated the pretty pink soles of her bare feet from the twin round globes of her shapely behind. Although peering behind her was difficult with the way her head had been pulled back by the cord attached to her ballgag, she could just make out several strands of rope looping around Lourdes' bottom as well as the cords disappearing between her crack. They'd been pulled tight as well and she mirthlessly grinned. She hadn't been bound for even an hour or so and she was already virtually in the brink of orgasm. The only thing preventing her from obtaining the sexual relief she desperately needed from the ropes pulled tight between her vagina was the presence of Jolina and Jhenneth. Therefore she had no option but to suffer in silence although watching Jolina tying up Lourdes was a most pleasant – and diverting distraction which helped focus attention away from her aching puss.

This was bondage distilled into its purest form – unrelentingly tight and utterly inescapable. She couldn't even move. There'd been no need to tie her down on the bed because she'd been so tightly bound even rocking on her side was impossible. The ropes were so tight, all leverage was gone and all she could do was ineffectually wriggle from side to side like a worm. Jolina was tightening Lourdes' gag now between another round of heavily muffled complaints. Totally unmoved with the plight of her naked and bound prisoners, Jolina pushed the last bolt home through the slots provided in the straps before padlocking everything. Lourdes' eyes were enormous, round saucers as Jolina peremptorily pulled her head back before running the last piece of cord through the ring atop the wicked combination of shiny straps holding the ball in her mouth. At last she tied everything off before more or less leaving Lourdes staring straight ahead as well.

Jolina's beautiful face was all smiles as she happily regarded her bound and gagged captives – although was that a wistful longing she could see there as well? "Well… Emily… Lourdes…. All wrapped up for bed now, hm?" Her gaze was almost motherly as she softly continued, "I really hate to say this but be good won't you? No talking after lights out, ha? Anyway… magandang gabi and sweet dreams," she giggled.

"Mmghmm." Emily grunted into her enormous gag. Her aching jaws already felt as though they were being rent asunder and she'd only been bound for an hour or so – at most. Why on earth had she challenged Jolina? Stupid, stupid.

"And good night to you naman." Lourdes consulted the clock opposite. "I will untie you both twelve hours from now, ha?"

Suddenly a knock on the door sounded and Emily couldn't help starting like a skittish fawn before Jolina calmly went to answer the door. Who could be paying a visit at this hour of the morning? There wasn't anything… wrong was there?

Although the lights were still on, the door was shrouded in shadow where Jolina had dimmed the lights and Emily could only just hear her voice as she spoke with their surprise visitor before accepting something. "Salamat," Jolina said before firmly closing the door, returning to where they were lying and dumping an equally imposing pile of thin white cords on the bed.

"Tie me up like Emily and Lourdes," Jolina said as Jhenneth gracefully rose from the chair.