Relaxation Therapy 17 bondage story | rope bound fingers

A dozen red-hot bands of steel were branding Emily's arms and legs. Avoiding their grip was impossible and she miserably hung her head before glancing around. She'd never felt quite as alive – or miserable. At least she wasn't alone though. The strain of their increasingly tight bonds were already showing on Jolina's and Lourdes' faces – and they'd only just reached the halfway mark. It was already light outside and the unmistakable sound of the early-morning revelry was clearly audible. The pool was already busy and she could hear other guests laughing and chatting away on their way to breakfast – while there they were, all tied up within an inch of their lives with no hope or prospect of escape, much less any kind of early release until mid-afternoon. What a way to spend a holiday. She enviously closed her eyes before groaning into her cruelly tight gag. Her distended jaws were throbbing like anything but there wasn't a single damn thing she could do about the steady, relentless ache. A thousand times now she'd wished she'd never taken on Jolina. Her ropes were just soo tight! At first she'd enjoyed the unique sensations that being this tightly bound and gagged provided – but no longer.

Immediately after being tied up, they'd lain together in silent companionship, relishing the tightness of their bonds between conducting a great deal of happy if somewhat totally unintelligible gag-talk. After Jhenneth had retreated to the sanctuary of the equally luxurious spare room where she would spend the night, they'd spent the first half an hour or so trying to discover some kind of escape route. They'd tried everything – locating impossibly tied knots with their fingers between trying to roll over so they could untie each other. Not that the girls stood much chance of achieving anything anyway. Even assuming she somehow located and reached the knots helping hold each girl captive, Emily knew she would've had to find a way of untying every one. There were dozens. Jolina clearly did not subscribe to the Japanese Shibari philosophy that knots were 'demeaning' to the captives under their control.

Then, as if finding each intricately tied knot wasn't enough, she would have to figure out how to undo every one. Jolina had tied several knots instead of one at every turn. Knots on top of knots. She'd even taken the trailing ends after tying a particular knot before tying them off elsewhere and creating new ones during the process. Other knots had been hidden by cords wound around and around them such as the ones hidden between her wrists. It was a Gordian puzzle Theseus would have trouble figuring out, much less bound and gagged like this. Anyway, with her thumbs tied together, it rendered the question academic.

Apart from pondering this knotty question besieging her mind, they'd all been too securely and tightly bound to achieve anything other than working up a sweat between imperceptibly tightening everything. Even though cotton sash didn't shrink like hemp, their bonds had shrunk enough to add to the impossibility of escape (most of the knots were rock-hard lumps now). Although it was the last thing the girls wanted, it was important to them that they at least give it their very best shot – then they could relax and truly enjoy the inescapability of their bondage. Half the excitement only arrived once they accepted the hopelessness of their situation, that they would remain helplessly bound and gagged until tomorrow afternoon.

Eventually, they'd been forced to give up after half an hour of some determined struggling. They would have to wait until tomorrow for release, some twelve or so hours distant. The smiles of her companions were worth a hundred thousand words as they slumped downwards. It was this precious moment when Emily realised that she really was going to remain bound and gagged whether she liked it or not that she'd come in an explosive rush as her brain reacted to the unbelievable mental and physical stimulus of her bondage. Her orgasm had been one of the most powerful she'd ever experienced and she'd felt as if she was flying as the greatest heat she'd ever known invaded her aching, tingling privates before her crotchrope completed the job. The grunts and moans of the other girls promptly joined hers as they rode their way to one increasingly more explosive climax after another between struggling and squirming in their creaking, protesting ropes. Being tied up was the best thing in the world and an ecstatically happy Emily made the most of those heavenly hours before the discomfort, even practically unbearable agony of their bonds replaced the sweet rush of being bound and gagged.

These were the killing hours when all the fun went out of her bondage before being replaced by long hours of almost unendurable discomfort and boredom. This was the time when every minute felt like an hour - and an hour a lifetime. All Emily wanted was out, out, out but she knew it wasn't happening any time soon. However, Emily couldn't help experiencing a glow of satisfaction, even pleasure while she futilely strained against unyielding ropes. Cords squeezing her arms and legs together, deeply burrowing into soft, unresisting flesh. This was the very special kind of terribly real, existential bondage she'd craved ever since losing Darren. To be tied up like this without hope of escape or release was like nothing else on earth and an atavistic shiver travelled up and down her spine while she happily heaved against her bonds again. She glanced sideways before receiving a grin from Lourdes. Her soft brown eyes were full of understanding and a warm glow filled her heart while she studied her bound partner.

Less than a week ago she'd been so lonely. Now she had someone to share her favourite passion with. It was just so special being tied up like this together – even if it meant they had to endure long hours of discomfort and boredom together. If anything, their enforced captivity was drawing them still closer still. Lourdes was trying to squirm closer so she could plant a 'gag-kiss' on the ball protruding outwards like a red apple but she'd been so tightly bound all the girl could manage was setting off the bells attached to her breasts. Lourdes' nipples had been tightly clamped like hers but a pair of tiny gold bells had been attached to her clamps. Emily could hear then jingling each time Lourdes shifted position. The sight reminded Emily of her aching, burning breasts and she groaned again. Those biting clamps were providing as much as pain as pleasure – and there was no way she could work them off. Their wide, round pads were attached to her dead nipples like a pair of remoras.

Time had long since lost all meaning. Only her bondage was all. By now, she was totally exhausted because the early excitement then acute discomfort of her bondage had prevented from grabbing any sleep other than floating in and out of an increasingly dazy sub-space. It'd also been an fairly overwhelming, emotional day and she hadn't had time to adjust to this strange but impossibly wonderful world where everybody openly wore plastic, rubber or leather between tying and gagging each other as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, despite her increasing weariness, Emily was still as acutely aware, conscious of her bondage as ever. It was a living organism, one which had become the sole focus and rationale of her existence. The ever-present constriction and pressure of too-tight ropes lashing her aching, stiff arms and legs together. The huge gag wedged between her aching, half-numb jaws and the cruelly tight straps holding the giant ball in place. Her burning clamped nipples and bound breasts. The monstrous buttplug filling her bottom – and last but definitely not least, her deliciously tight crotchrope massaging her tingling clitoris. Pleasure and pain. The sensory and visual overload was unbelievable – and incredibly it was keeping her on the brink of orgasm despite her increasing discomfort. She squeezed her eyes shut before uncomfortably shifting position and vainly trying to coax some life back into her increasingly uncomfortable, stiff and sore arms and legs. If only she could relieve the pressure upon her bound arms but they'd been so tightly tied together it was impossible. There was absolutely no leverage or slack she could play with or exploit – only unrelentingly, remorselessly tight cords. She could still move her fingers though but only just. The feeling was slowly but gradually fading away from her increasingly numb hands as well.

Yet she'd never felt this amazingly alive before or since. Her super-sensitive senses were transmitting every detail of her bondage to Emily's brain. She was hot, hot, hot and Emily closed her eyes before wondering if the other girls were anywhere near as wet as her. Her crotch was a disaster zone. Despite the tightness and increasing discomfort of her bondage, Emily was aware of the increasing dampness of the sheets below her. Her tight crotchrope was the very devil itself. Escaping its sweet insistent caress was impossible. The harder the struggled, the greater the amount of stimulation it provided. Even imperceptibly shifting position was enough to send a shudder through the ropes splitting her aching, tingling cleft. Jolina had tied her with everything attached and inter-connected to everything else in such a way that her bonds alternately tightened or loosened (mostly tightening!) – especially the cords run between her legs before exiting between the twin round globes of her buttocks. The whole reminded her of a spider's web. When a fly landed in the center of the web, the vibrations its struggles created were instantly transmitted down the guy lines, telling the arachnid below dinner had arrived. Same principle here – almost. Emily closed her eyes again before sighing. Why was she always thinking about the one creature she hated anyway?

Emily closed her eyes again before trying to relax. All she could do was wait and endure. If the other girls could take this, so could she. She'd come this far – and Emily was determined not to cry wolf, not least because of the punishment awaiting her if she did. Seventeen hours bound like this didn't appeal in the least. Only Jolina even looked remotely relaxed and Emily could only wonder at her endurance and appetite for the kind of very, very tight bondage she was stoically enduring. She'd been in no way obliged to join them in the exquisitely tight bondage they'd been subjected to yet she'd done so purely out of her own free will – for no other reason she loved being tied up so much. Well, it was why they were all there wasn't it? Emily thought. Mmm… There was one good thing about her enforced inactivity – it gave her time to think – as well as helping take her mind off the steadily increasing discomfort of her bondage. Except in their case pleasing guests like her wasn't a job, it was purely vocational. She envied the girls. They were so happy. Unlike them, she didn't have to worry about returning home – there was really little to look forwards to anyway. She had everything, a great job, a million buck mansion and a Docklands apartment near the clubs and theaters of Melbourne, lots of money and a wine cellar to kill for – and still she hadn't been happy until arriving here. Happiness was enjoying those things you truly loved with friends – real friends, who cared like Lourdes and that was what life was all about really, not sipping cafe lattes with people who would disappear like a puff of smoke the moment anything went awry with her life.

Ok, so her interests went outside accepted so-called norms – but Emily was past caring what her colleagues and 'friends' would think if only they could see her bound like this with a crotchrope splitting her ass – or wearing a yellow plastic raincoat to dinner. She would never win a game of tennis in a rubber suit but that didn't matter. The main thing was that she'd discovered the elusive happiness she'd sought with people whose company she genuinely enjoyed. It was immensely liberating and relaxing being tied up like this – even if it wasn't always comfortable.

It was much warmer now although the air-conditioning was keeping the room temperature down to a comfortable level. Emily glanced around the room. Beauty was still there, sleeping it off in her rubber suit and matching bondage bag – while they occupied the super-sized double. Jhenneth was up now. After greeting them with a cheerful 'good morning!' and checking their bonds, she'd retreated to the sanctuary of an easy chair. Emily couldn't see what Jen was doing. Reading a book perhaps? There was a great deal of laughter and splashing going on outside. The pool was obviously busier than ever – little wonder considering the recent hot spell Cebu had been experiencing and she couldn't help wondering how many people were spending the day like them. Probably quite a few. This was a bondage resort after all. She closed her eyes before sighing. Thinking about the tennis was making her wish she could have a hit-out on the courts so she could loosen up – assuming they had any of course.

Her arms and legs were really aching now and all the feeling had disappeared from her numb hands. Her feet weren't in much better shape and she groaned again before trying to find a more comfortable position but of course there wasn't any. Well, escape was definitely out of the question now with her fingers out of action and Emily couldn't help thrilling despite her increasing misery. This was real, real bondage. Being so tightly bound and gagged wouldn't be anywhere near half as exciting if she could opt for release whenever she felt like it. She'd been tied up and she would remain bound period. It was why she'd quickly grown tired of self-bondage – being forced to leave some kind of escape route tended to take all the fun out of being bound. Nevertheless Emily couldn't help wishing someone would come and release them.

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This really wasn't much fun anymore. The romance, mystery and allure of the most stringently tight bondage she'd ever experienced had long since vanished. Everything was hurting, hurting now and she bit down on her gag but her aching jaws were so numb they would no longer respond. Her arms were being dipped in acid but there wasn't anything she could do to relieve the incredible stinging, ache of her bound arms. If only she could go shit as well. Her bottom felt like it was about to explode but again there was nothing she could do about the fat plug in her rectum. Expelling the anal intruder was impossible with her crotchrope helping hold everything where it was – although the generous amount of KY jelly Jolina had smeared over its shiny smooth surface had more or less evaporated and the hard rubber was rubbing the lining of her anus. Emily miserably closed her eyes again. She didn't know which was bothering her the most – the cords wrapped around her aching elbows, the increasing stiffness of her useless legs, her buttplug – or the horrible, hateful huge gag strapped in her mouth. Not only was the ball bigger than anything she'd ever worn but it'd been held in place for… God only knew how long. Her throbbing jaws were on fire now. Worst of all, her mouth was drying up and the yucky rubbery taste of her ballgag was hardly any substitute for the lobster and Grange she enjoyed back home.

Lourdes didn't look much happier either although the girl managed a weak grin after noticing Emily glancing her way. She could see the almost unbearable discomfort of Lourdes' bondage reflected in her eyes and her heart went out to her. They were really in this together weren't they? She'd long since stopped wriggling about and was lying quite still now.

The sun was well up the yardarm now and she estimated it must be early afternoon by now. The curtains had been drawn for extra shade and privacy so there was no telling really. The light was much brighter so it wasn't raining either. Not long to go now anyway. She would see this out, no matter what happened. It would be awful crying uncle now and being re-bound along with Lourdes after dinner. Lourdes wouldn't thank her for giving in so easily either. It was a pity she had no idea how long she had to wait though. At least having some idea how much longer she had to endure this agony would help. All she could think about was being untied – full stop.

Each achingly long minute crawled past like hours while she limply, lifelessly hung in her bonds. The ropes were coiled pythons squeezing the life out of her useless hands and feet. Her gag was tighter than ever from the ropes pulling the straps backwards but she was past caring while she impatiently waited for release. Surely Jhenneth hadn't forgotten about them? The room was so quiet Emily had no idea if she was sleeping or not.

Suddenly a loud creak shocked Emily out of her agony. The noise was so sudden and unexpected she instinctively lifted her head to see what was happening. Jhenneth. It was Jhenneth – approaching the bed where they'd lain like logs during the past interminably long twelve hours or so. She was smiling and her heart suddenly lifted. "Wowww… So you're still here huh?" she said before fondly regarding the threesome in the way a mother hen might admire her clutch of chicks. "I have no idea already you like being tied up so much!" A rich warm chuckle escape her throat before she casually continued. "It's three o'clock now. Time to untie you but… perhaps already I should leave you here since you like being tied up so much."

""Mmghnnnnnnooonnghhhmmm!" Emily screamed into her gag before frantically pulling against her bonds. Surely Jhenneth wasn't… serious was she? Her heart congealed with an icy cold dread while the fat woman's laughter filled the room.

"It's ayos…" Jhenneth's voice was reassuring. "I was only teasing you. I untie you now, ha? I think already that's what you want?"

A relief so vast her head spun filled Emily and she groaned out aloud into her gag with pure relief. At last, at long last, they were about to be untied. She just couldn't wait. Lourdes was bobbing her head up and down and she hurriedly joined her lest Jhenneth misinterpret her lack of reaction as an 'no'.

"I thought so. Walang problema," Jhenneth giggled before producing a wickedly sharp box cutter. However, before beginning, she swiftly removed Lourde's nipple clamps and a loud sharp scream exploded outwards from her gag as the girl writhed in agony before convulsing. Emily closed her eyes before flinching. It must really hurt if having those clamps taken off could produce this extreme a reaction from her laid back phlegmatic friend. Lourdes' gentle brown eyes were wet with bright tears as she groaned into her gag before squirming again. Her nipples were dark red where the blood was flowing back into everything. Jhenneth's ignored Lourdes' plaintive cries as she began carefully slicing through her bonds. Because she'd been sandwiched between the other girls after being tied up, Emily knew she would have to wait her turn. However, now succour was at hand, the extra minutes she had to wait were neither here or there.

Jhenneth was working quickly now. Obviously used to handling the razor sharp knife, she had Lourdes' ropes cut within minutes and Emily couldn't help grinning as a loud groan escaped her still gagged mouth before she collapsed like a sack of potatoes on the bed. Lourdes' arms and legs were so stiff and weak from being bound together for so long, she was all but paralysed while fresh life flowed back into her numb, aching limbs. When Jhenneth cut away the ropes circling her wrists, they just flopped downwards like a rag doll between the miles of white cord festooning everything like confetti. Lourdes' relief was palpable as Jhenneth unlocked each padlock before gently unbuckling her gag and withdrawing the ball with a soft 'pop!' from her mouth - which hung open for several long seconds before she gingerly began working her jaws up and down.

At long last it was her turn and Emily instinctively tensed as Jhenneth reached downwards with the dispassionate air of a surgeon about to perform surgery. Suddenly, the most awful pain she'd ever experienced exploded towards from her freed nipples, piercing her defenseless breasts like a thousand needles. Blood was roaring back into her white nipples with the irresistible force of a cataract. The tightness of her gag forgotten, she screamed out aloud and Lourdes grinned before sympathetically smiling. "Hurts huh?" she commented before gently squeezing her shoulder with one hand.

Oh my God… Emily couldn't help moaning again while blood continued flowing back into her aching, bruised nipples. The unbelievable tingling as her blood began flooding everything was simply awful. No wonder Jhenneth had left her gagged otherwise her yelling would've woken everybody up. Like a flash flood, the pain was subsiding as swiftly as it'd arrived, leaving a wonderful warm sense of well being in its place as her battered nipples recovered from the pounding they'd taken. And strangely enough, she was desperately horny in a way her crotchrope just couldn't assuage.

"Better now?" Jhenneth grinned before picking up the box cutters again and advancing on her. Emily felt her head being pulled back and she instinctively stiffened before sighing as Jhenneth cut the ropes attaching her gag to the cords just above her bound elbows. Already she felt much better. Not only were her breasts already feeling much better but the killing, cutting pressure on the sides of her lips had vanished. Only the ever-present ache of her distended jaws remained and even that wouldn't last much longer. Jhenneth's fingers were a quicksilver blur as she expertly removed each padlock before easing the huge ball out of her dry mouth. No wonder Lourdes was so happy after the removal of her gag. The relief was massive, vast, overwhelming as the throbbing ache abruptly disappeared before being followed by a pleasant numbness. It was a surprisingly good feeling and she gratefully inhaled a huge draught of cool fresh air before groaning again.

Suddenly Emily realised that her arms were free now – but amazingly she couldn't move anything. Jhenneth was swiftly freeing her bound legs while Lourdes and Jolina looked on. Her lifeless arms were as limp as the seaweed she saw washed up on the beach near her house back home. It was the strangest feeling ever. Although she'd been tied up many, many times during her formative teenage years, she'd never experienced any sensation quite like this. Emily felt as weak as a newborn kitten while she wearily sprawled full length. Of course, she'd never been bound anywhere near as long (she'd just doubled her earlier personal best) nor even half as tight. A ton of white cord surrounded her and she grinned. Being tied up was the best thing in the world but… sometimes being unbound could be almost just as beautiful as well.

"Ikaw ayos?" Lourdes smiled before rolling over and gently massaging her aching, stiff wrists.

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"Mmm… I feel much better now," she happily replied. The feeling was already returning to her hands and she carefully flexed her tingling fingers before wonderingly examining the vivid red patterned ropemarks decorating her arms from wrists to elbows.

"But you… like?" Lourdes anxiously asked. "You enjoy?"

"Uhmmm… Yes and no," she carefully replied. "At first… I really enjoyed being tied up like this. But the last few hours were really hard." Thoughtfully, "It was really… um… intense though. Really full-on."

"Oo, I understand," Lourdes agreed. "Now you know is why we use as punishment bondage. You break rules, tie up really tight, leave for twelve hours minimum."

"But… I thought girls wear heavy rubber as punishment?"

"Oo, we put in rubber, wear all day, work their butts off!" she giggled. "Can choose rubber or bondage. Most take rubber, think you know why now, ha?"

Emily grinned before nodding.

"But for really serious infractions, we make girl wear rubber all day, then tie her up overnight, just like us."

"Wowww…" Emily was impressed. No wonder Staiputt had their staff so well… trained around here. They certainly didn't muck around with discipline here.

"People not like," Lourdes giggled. "Work hard, behave themselves - walang problema!"

"I bet! But what about Jolina?" she curiously asked. "How come she's still tied up?" Jolina was still bound and gagged as tightly as ever.

"Coz she really like," Lourdes sighed. "See how happy she is."

"Yeah… I can see that." Awed, Emily disbelievingly studied the tiny slim beauty who was energetically squirming from one side to another as if she'd only been bound for five minutes instead of almost 11 hours. Those ropes were so tight! She couldn't believe that she'd been tied exactly the same way for 12 hours. "You OK?" she asked.

Jolina happily nodded before smiling through her gag.

"She wants to stay tied up until dinnertime. Is her day off so she ask to stay bound and gagged," Lourdes smiled. Her voice was admiring as she said. "Jolina insist that she stay bound till then. Of course, we oblige. Someone will collect her in a minute. Take her away, keep an eye on her till then."

Emily nodded. It was an inviolate Staiputt rule that no bound or gagged guest was to be left unattended at any time. Even so. Jolina was unbelievable. She'd never met anybody with such an appetite for super-tight rope bondage. "What about Beauty? It must be just about time to let her go."

Lourdes glanced over where the clock was sitting. Jhenneth had put it back in position after untying Emily and Lourdes. "She has client arriving tonight. Five o'clock plane. Beauty work with him last time, he ask for her again, she agree coz she enjoy his company. Sleep together naman. Guy from Sydney, staying two weeks maybe. Really very much into restrictive rubber and bondage, ya." A sudden loud giggle erupted from her lips. "Don't expect to see Beauty much coz she will be all tied up!"

"All the time?"

"Oo. Just about twenty-four/seven maybe. Wear rubber all day, every day – bound and gagged naman."

"Oh my word…" Emily breathed. "Won't Beauty… get bored – or fed up?"

"Oh… Hindi…" Lourdes chuckled. "She enjoy. Look at her. Beauty want to spend last night, today in rubber bondage sack – and she'll spend rest of week in rubber and bondage, ya. As she says, 'Where else would I get paid to wear rubber and tied up every day?'"

Emily laughed. "Exactly. Anyway… look. Could I have another shower? Um… Also is there any chance of ordering something in? I'm starving." She'd gone without anything to eat or drink since dinner last night and Emily couldn't believe how hungry and thirsty she was.

"Sure… Walang problema. Menu over there." Lourdes pointed to a thick leather-bound menu occupying an alcove near the TV. "You order, they will deliver, ya."

"Thanks… I know this sounds crazy but what I really feel like is breakfast. A big one. Any chance of their doing that or is it too late?"

"Hindi, hindi. Walang problema," Lourdes smiled. "Restaurant kitchen open twenty-four hours a day. You order, can do."

"No worries… What about you, Lourdes? You want anything?"

"Sure?" Lourdes looked worried. "They charge extra. Go on your bill."

"Look, Lourdes, its no problem at all," Emily firmly replied. "You're my friend. Of course I want you to join me for breakfast, dinner whatever. Besides, I can hardly sit there and pig out while you go without."

"Maraming salamat," she whispered before hugging her hard. "I not know you for long but… you're already my best friend. Opo, talaga. I enjoy your company, talk with you, ya."

Emily was immensely touched. "Thank you for much too, Lourdes - for tying me up and everything."

"Is a pleasure," she giggled. "We eat now then… relax."

"No more bondage for a while," Emily begged. "I've kinda had enough for a while. I need a bit of a rest first."

"Opo, I understand." Lourdes was sympathetic.

"Thanks…" Emily couldn't help feeling a little surprised. She'd put down 'Tight, restrictive bondage 24/7' on her Guest Information form before electronically sending everything.

"Dearest Emily…" Lourdes' voice was earnest. "I want you to enjoy your stay, ha? Staiputt is all about fun, pleasure. Guest comes first, always."

"Thanks again," Emily smiled. "I really appreciate that."

"Walang problema."

"I've really enjoyed myself here so far, I just want you to know that," Emily smiled. "Anyway, shall we order now?"

"Oh that feels so good," Emily sighed as the warm water sluiced down her skin. She'd joined Lourdes in the shower after ordering. The food would arrive in thirty minutes which would leave them with plenty of time to wash and change – although Emily couldn't imagine what she would wear after showering. This was certainly not a shorts or jeans type of place. Oh well. She would tackle that problem later. Lourdes was bound to come up with something imaginative she would enjoy. Right now all she wanted was something to eat. The kitchen had no problems delivering the huge English breakfast – with the full cholesterol bit she'd ordered – eggs over-easy, bacon, sausages, tomatoes, toast and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. Lourdes had opted for the more traditional Filipino offering of adobo (a spicy chicken cooked in soy sauce and all other kind of condiments along with a bowl of rice and a bottle of Coke.

Simple tastes indeed. As caring and unselfish as ever, Lourdes had turned down her offer of anything on the menu including the succulent lobster or lapu-lapu, instead opting for this cheapest of delicacies and Emily smiled. Lourdes was such a beautiful person and she thoughtfully studied the slim petite girl fussily adjusting the temperature. Her brown skin was scored with vivid patterned red weals from neck to ankles. Multiple red bands decorated Lourdes' arms and legs while yet more ropemarks surrounded the round globes of her shapely breasts. She could even see where Lourdes' crotchrope had been tied and she grinned before hugging herself and wonderingly admiring the deeper red marks scarring her fair skin.

"What's so funny?" Lourdes suddenly asked. "Why you laugh?"

"Those," Emily smiled before pointing to the ropemarks banding Lourdes' arms like ritual tattoos. "I was just looking at your ropemarks."

"Oh yeah… Those…" she giggled before gently taking Emily's arms and running her fingers over them. "We really tied up weren't we?"

"We sure were," Emily sighed. They hadn't even been free for even one hour and there was already a part of her wishing they could do this again. Despite the boredom and searing discomfort towards the end, it'd been a mind-blowing experience. She'd never felt as helpless – or excited before or since. Some of the orgasms she'd achieved after being bound and gagged had literally blown her away. The sheer force and intensity of the one stunning, incredible climax after another she'd enjoyed had left her mind screaming away through time, space and the cosmos as she humped against her crotchrope and stringently tight bonds. They'd alone had made the whole memorable experience one to cherish – and maybe even repeat… but not tonight though! "You know…" she eventually admitted, "I wouldn't mind doing this again."

"Oooo…!" Lourdes was delighted. "Oh talaga? Shall I call Jolina again?"

"No, no…" Emily hastily replied before holding up her hands. "Not yet… Not tonight anyway." As she spoke, Emily knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she would ask Jolina to tie her up again – maybe even longer next time.

"Walang problema," Lourdes giggled before gently massaging her wrists. "I understand. You know… I like naman."

"It was certainly an amazing experience," Emily mused as Lourdes' gentle fingers moved up her arms. "That was the best I've ever been tied up. I've never been tied up so long or so tight before. It's an amazing feeling when you know you're not going to escape, no matter how hard you try, that you're going to stay bound and gagged no matter what."

"Oo… Exactly," Lourdes happily agreed.

"By the way… have a look and see where your ropemarks go," Emily smiled.

"Huh?"

Giggling, "Down there."

"Oh my…" Lourdes glanced downwards before blushing. The ropemarks surrounding her waist as well as the mottled arrowhead pattern where the combination of cords tied between her legs and crotchrope cleaving her cleft were still clearly visible. Suddenly giggly, "Yeah… I like – very much!"

"Me too…" Emily glanced downwards. The heat was back between her legs and her face flamed. What would Lourdes say if she let on how much she wanted to be tied up again? "Yeah for sure it was a great experience. Thanks for helping organise everything as well as joining me. I really appreciated your company last night."

"You're very welcome," Lourdes giggled. "Is what friends are for."

"Oh definitely," Emily smiled. Somehow, they'd found their way into each other's arms again and she sighed again before embracing her new friend. Lourdes' eyes were very wide and round as they hesitantly held each other. Her warm slick body was impossibly soft against hers and Emily couldn't help gasping with pleasure as Lourdes' breasts suddenly squashed flat just beneath her. The moment was an epiphany – no wonder men liked being with women so much. There was just that something about the look and feel of a woman's body which affected everybody like no other.

"Mmm…" A soft gurgle of pleasure – and longing escaped Lourdes' lips an instant before she gazed deep into Emily's eyes. This time there was no hesitation. Emily took her tiny soft hand before placing it directly above her crotch. An even softer sigh, so tiny Emily barely heard it escaping Lourdes' mouth, followed her gesture just before the girl unhesitatingly slipped her questing fingers between her labia before pushing upwards, deep within her love canal. Almost immediately her fingers found her aching, tingling clitoris where they laid still for an all too brief moment like a resting butterfly and Emily couldn't help screaming out aloud before gasping again. They felt so good, oh so good and she silently willed her to continue.

Before she had a chance to react, Lourdes began massaging her screaming clitoris and she stiffened before jumping about as if she was walking on hot coals. The irresistible tingly pleasure as Lourdes continued caressing her clit was so great it was practically unbearable. There was only one way she could hold on without passing out from the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving and Emily fumbled for Lourdes' mouth with her lips while she reached downwards before finding her shaven crotch. She'd shaved everything before stepping in the shower and the patch of skin where the once dark, dense mop of hair had once stood was glowing pink where her protesting skin had experienced the blades of the razor she'd used. The entrance of her vagina was a much darker brown and Emily could just make out the wide flaring lips waiting to accept her fingers just before she pulled Lourdes close again. An unbelievable warm, wet softness was waiting for her and this time their cries intermingled with each other's the moment she discovered Lourdes' clit. The protective flap of skin covering the little round button of her clit had retreated and she happily rubbed it, enjoying the way Lourdes stiffened and leapt each time she ran her fingers down everything.

Lourdes' tongue was alive as it eagerly explored every nook and cranny of her mouth and Emily closed her eyes before moaning again. The combination of Lourdes' expert fingers and her hot, hot tongue were overwhelming her. Lourdes' tongue was wrapping around hers now while her fingers continued to work overtime. Her water slick body was softer and smoother than ever while they happily stood under the steady flow of water. Yet again time ceased to hold any meaning for Emily while they continued kissing, cuddling and playing with each other's bodies as if their lives depended upon how far they could push each other's tongues down the other's throats. Wave after wave of pleasure was speeding throughout her defenseless body as Lourdes maintained an insistent, unbearable pressure with her darting, questing fingers in a manner no crotchrope ever quite achieved. There was no way she could escape her unrelenting attention. One hand was wrapped around the twin round globes of her smooth bottom while the fingers of the other were buried deep within her body. Each time she instinctively tensed before the inevitable climax, Lourdes inevitably eased off before resuming.

Her steadily increasing sexual tension was a mountain but for every two steps she climbed upwards, she lost one. Lourdes' maddening fingers just wouldn't provide what she'd been hungering for ever since arriving here. Her need was so great it was overwhelming every other consideration while she silently screamed for her to provide the relief which she desperately needed. Her clit was on fire, her body was on fire – and not even the cooling flow of water was capable of quenching the incredible white-hot flames of her arousal.

Suddenly Lourdes withdrew and Emily groaned with acute disappointment. "Noo… Please… keep going… Don't stop noww…" This wasn't going to be like the last time was it? - when she'd left her stranded on the same peak of sexual excitement before being tied up. She hurriedly grabbed Lourdes' hand but it was abruptly pushed away. Before she had time to protest, Lourdes sank downwards until she was kneeling in front of her in the position of a supplicant, pulling her close and…

Oh my God! Emily couldn't help gasping before moaning out aloud as a white-hot fire exploded deep within her love canal. It was the first time any tongue other than those of the occasional guy she'd reluctantly allowed to eat her out had ever penetrated the deepest and most private recesses of her body. She'd enjoyed oral before but… Lourdes' ministrations were like nothing else she'd experienced. Her darting tongue was a little devil and it was providing the most delicious, heavenly torment she'd experienced. The wicked ticklish tingling was soaring out of control again as Lourdes unerringly zeroed in on her little rosebud. Unlike most of her previous paramours, Lourdes knew exactly how to vary the delicious spine-tingling pressure to keep her bubbling over in a fever of sexual excitement – and raw, naked longing.

Her clitoris was a violin and Lourdes' tongue the bow – and the girl was using it with devastating effect. Lourdes was working the bow across her tingling clitoris with maddening exquisite slowness between abruptly altering the tempo. She had to come, she just had to come. It was all she could think about. Without really realising what she was doing, she gripped Lourdes' long hair. Perhaps sensing her need, Lourdes tongue suddenly darted deeper than it'd ever gone. Before she had time to react, it suddenly shifted position before describing a slow, shuddering arc across the hard nub of her clitoris. Speeding up… Taking everything in her mouth, sucking and nibbling on her clitoris and Emily instinctively tensed before screaming again. Oh God, oh my Goddd… Lourdes' tongue was a fluttering hummingbird now, darting in and out so swiftly that she just couldn't stand it any longer and she instinctively tried to pull away. But anticipating such a move, Lourdes simply tightened her grip on her bottom before striking one last time with a long drawn out caress which pushed her over the edge before screaming off into the cosmos and infinity beyond in a titanic shuddering orgasm.

Suddenly the greatest heat and tingling she'd ever experienced rocketed out of control before flooding her body with one titanic rolling tsunami after another. During the twenty minutes or so Lourdes had spent playing with her body like a violin, the incredible heat and longing had built and built up like molten lava within the bowels of the volcano which was her aching super-heated vagina – until something had to give. She came with a stunning explosive force. Emily was incapable of resisting as her body arched like a bowstring before exploding with an unstoppable liquid rush which left her limp and drained.

Astonished, Lourdes glanced upwards. Her beautiful face was drenched with Emily's juices and she couldn't help giggling. "Sorry…"

"That's Ok," Lourdes breathed before gazing upwards into her eyes with dewy adoration. Her voice was a whisper as she spoke… "Ikaw ayos, Emily? I think already you needed that."

"Oh I did… I did… Very much," Emily sighed before kneeling and clasping Lourdes in a fierce embrace. Suddenly awkward and uncertain what to say, she eventually managed, "Th… that was so beautiful."

"Yeah… Was wasn't it?" Lourdes' eyes were suspiciously bright as she rose before hugging Emily again. "Maybe already I not know you for long but you very special girl. Thank you for being my friend and everything."

"That's Ok…" Emily smiled before returning her hug. Like many Filipinos she'd met, Lourdes tended to wear her emotions on her sleeve but… that was more than Ok by her. They were such warm caring people who gave of themselves and loved without a second's thought or hesitation. Unjudgemental, accepting of others, they were quick to befriend practically everybody – like the beautiful, lovely, laughing Filipina flower girl Jolina who'd taken this guy, whoever he was under her wing. "Dearest Lourdes… Thank you again for everything as well. I haven't known you for long either but you are already one of the best friends I've ever had – and I really mean that."

"Yaah, I know," Lourdes giggled. "You don't have to tell me. Anyway…" She picked up the soap. "Spend too long already in shower, ya. I wash you now. Not smell, ya."