Relaxation Therapy 18 | bondage story | plastic and rubber bound

Emily closed her eyes before luxuriously stretching. Lourdes had just spoiled her beyond belief. The last person who'd indulgently treated her anything like this was her maternal grandmother and that'd been years ago. Now she knew how a princess must feel. Her treatment was positively decadent. She happily glanced around again before smiling. After carefully lathering every inch of her naked body between showering her with one passionate kiss after another, Lourdes had helped rinse her down until her gleaming, tingling skin was alive again. Her loving attention hadn't ended there though. Before she'd even stepped out of the shower, Lourdes wrapped a huge soft, fluffy bath sheet around her before carefully rubbing and patting her dry.

Emily happily windmilled her arms before curiously looking around again. She'd rarely, if ever felt this good. After a vigorous gym workout back home when she'd released all those endorphins into her bloodstream, she always felt alive and energized – but nothing like this! She felt amazingly limber – strange after being tied up for so long. Mmm… It was just so good being free again – although she was sure Lourdes had other ideas. It wouldn't last long. She would have to make the most of her 'free' time before being bound again. Speaking of which… The rubber bondage bag and its beautiful occupant had vanished and she smiled.

Beauty would probably be getting ready for her client now. By now she would be showering before changing into a clean shiny black rubber enclosure suit in preparation for the lucky guy she would be looking after. He would receive a most pleasant surprise, that much was certain. She could just imagine the scene. The rubberised Beauty would greet him with an armful of rope and a large ballgag before gagging herself into silent, loving submission, presenting him with the cords and giving him her hands for binding. His week of rubber therapy would pass like a puff of smoke. Jolina had been carted somewhere to wait it out until dinnertime. She'd made it abundantly clear that she was to remain as tightly bound and gagged as ever until then and Emily admiringly shook her head. The girl was just simply amazing. The average ignorant vanilla layman would consider the kind of cruelly tight bondage Jolina adored above all else, unendurable torture straight from the gates of Hell itself – but she thrived on it. Meanwhile, the bed had been cleared and made up with military precision save for a large bag lying in the spot where they'd just lain bound and gagged all night long and she briefly wondered why it was there before looking around again. The soft fluffy duvet was once again pristine. They were nothing if not efficient around here.

Of course it had nothing to do with the girl in the heavy shiny black rubber discipline suit clearing away the last cords Jolina had cut while freeing them before discarding everything on the floor. The air-conditioner was humming away again and Emily couldn't help smiling when the unfortunate occupant of the relatively baggy heavy rubber boiler suit stood in front of the air-con before wearily flexing her arms and legs. As usual, it was hot outside. She must be boiling beneath all those layers of tight fitting latex and the hood plastered around her head. The only thing breaking the expanse of polished ebon rubber was the startlingly red 2?-inch punishment ball gag strapped in her mouth and the clear almond-shaped reflective goggles covering her eyes. The only clue to her identity was an ID tag hanging from her neck which contained a photo along with her name (Edmilyn Villanueva) and the words, If you're happy (or unhappy) with my performance, please let Reception know! A phone number was provided presumably so they could take immediate, corrective action. Obviously the girl was serving penance for some transgression or other and she grinned again. Where else would you meet such a unique room maid? Staiputt was certainly a resort like no other – as if she needed reminding.

A heavy shiny black rubber mackintosh was neatly draped over a chair and Emily wondered what it was for until Edmilyn picked it up before wearily sliding its heavy, smooth folds over the multiple layers of rubber coating her lithe body. Emily couldn't help grinning as the girl swiftly buttoned up everything all the way up to the collar before tightly fastening the belt around her waist and firmly attaching the gleaming sou'wester atop the dome of rubber covering her head. Clearly unsatisfied with the level of rubber occlusion, Lourdes marched over before pulling the belt tighter and securing the wide wrist straps of Edmilyn's mack around her slim wrists. Edmilyn's eyes were unhappy beneath the reflective goggles but she didn't dare offer any protest as Lourdes peremptorily pulled the flap tight across her neck, sealing the unfortunate girl inside her mackintosh. Only Edmilyn's lips were visible around the ball gag separating everything to indicate a living, breathing human being existed beneath all that rubber.

"I should really report her for taking her mack off," Lourdes frowned as she carefully inspected Edmilyn's heavy rubber rainwear. "Take off, Edmilyn knows is not allowed."

"No, please don't," Emily begged. "She's probably being punished enough as it is already."

"I guess so…" Lourdes reluctantly replied. "You hear that, Binibini Edmilyn?" she suddenly said. "Say salamat to Emily."

Edmilyn nodded before grunting an unintelligible reply which sounded much like 'Salamat' and Lourdes laughed.

"She must be boiling by now," Emily mused before a sudden thought occurred to her. "Shouldn't she go have something to drink? It's hot out there. Otherwise she could get heat exhaustion or something."

"Opo." Lourdes nodded before glancing over where Edmilyn was obediently standing like a statue. The glossy, polished rubber covering her from head to toe gleamed and winked beneath the lights. "We have rule for people under rubber punishment or discipline. Have break every hour. Go have drink, rest for fifteen minutes then back to work."

"I see…" Emily smiled. "But how will she take her gag off?"

Lourdes was tying Edmilyn's wrists in a 'X' behind her back with so many loops of cord Emily wondered how anybody could possibly unpick, much less untie the ropes securing her hands together.

"Not take raincoat off now," Lourdes chuckled. "Edmilyn report to supervisor. Untie, ungag her, have rest, drink, sign duty log, assign to new room or restaurant."

"What would happen if you reported her?" Emily curiously asked after Lourdes sent Edmilyn on her way with a sharp admonishment to leave her mack on otherwise she would go on report, no matter what.

"Another twenty-four hours of rubber punishment and strict bondage," Lourdes cheerfully replied. ""Rubber suit, gag stay. Sleep in rubber sack."

"Woww…" Emily breathed while she tried to vainly digest what spending two days in the most restrictive rubberwear possible must be like.

"You like?" Lourdes chuckled.

"Um… I'm not sure," Emily hesitantly replied. Lourdes' questioning had a most unfortunate habit of becoming reality.

"I thought not," Lourdes grinned. "So… you look happy, yah," she beamed. "Therapy obviously working."

"Yeah!" Emily happily agreed. She'd rarely, if ever felt as good before or since. Emily felt as if she could take on the world single-handed. Staiputt was already working wonders. She had energy to burn – and it had nowhere to go. "I feel fantastic!"

"Oh terrific. I'm really happy for you!" Lourdes happily replied before slyly asking. "Anything you wanna do? Tie you up again?"

"Ummmm…" Emily bit her lip. There were worse ways to spend a lazy afternoon but… She needed a good hit out before hitting the ropes again. Loosen up those muscles. A game of tennis or something like that would be great. "What's the time?"

"Almost four," Lourdes said with a grin. "Plenty of time before dinner."

"Yes, I'm sure there is," Emily giggled. "But um… I hope you don't mind… but… I really need some exercise before getting back into it again. Something like a game of tennis or something."

"No swim this time?" Lourdes giggled before spearing her with another sly grin.

"Not yet. Tennis first. Maybe have a swim after," Emily firmly replied. Their idea of aquatic activities was different from most. "You play at all?"

"Walang problema," Lourdes cheerfully replied. "Oo, I have play before but… I not good." Suddenly anxious, "I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not!" Emily smiled. "I'll never bother Venus Williams or Maria Sharapova or the likes but I do enjoy having a go though."

"That's the really most important thing," Lourdes approved. "Anyway… why not? I like naman."

"What are we going to wear?" Emily asked. "Wait… I think I can guess."

"Rubber?" Lourdes innocently replied. "You guess wrong, Binibini Emily."

"Huh?" Lourdes was diving into the mysterious bag she'd noticed earlier.

"Here. Wear today."

"Oh my word," Emily breathed as she wonderingly accepted the beautiful translucent green plastic briefs Lourdes had retrieved from the bag. "Plastic…? Oh woowww! These… they are so beautiful! Oh, I love them!"

"Thought you would like," Lourdes proudly beamed before extracting an electric blue pair for herself. "I remember you tick plastic on booking form. I like naman. Feel so good."

"Thank you very much, Lourdes," Emily sighed as she turned the briefs over. Traditionally cut which was where the similarity with their more conventional cotton or satin cousins began and ended, her briefs had been moulded out of the softest, smoothest, stickiest plastic she'd ever touched. Her chest was suddenly tight while she breathlessly studied the impossibly smooth wavy plastic. A one-inch wide crinkly elastic waistband had been stitched around the waist while another pair of half-inch elasticised bands surrounded the leg openings. Best of all, they'd been created with loving attention to detail. The thick, soft smooth plastic would not rip or tear easily. "Oh, these are lovely."

"Very good plastic. 180 microns. Not rip or tear," she commented with the air of a carpet salesman before smiling again. Try them on," she suddenly ordered. "See if fit ayos."

Emily didn't need any second encouragement. She couldn't breathe as she carefully stepped into her plastic briefs. Suddenly the impossibly smooth, cool plastic touched her tingling skin for the first time and she couldn't help gasping out aloud. Lourdes was putting her briefs on as well and the two girls smiled into each other's faces while they began dressing for the afternoon ahead. The plastic literally flowed up her legs as she pulled everything upwards until they sat snugly over her suddenly aching crotch and around her bottom.

The smooth soft plastic felt impossibly wonderful as she carefully adjusted everything for fit. Thankfully everything was beautifully snug rather than loose and she gasped again as the plastic caressed the round smooth orbs of her behind. The heat was back between her legs and she couldn't help flushing before studying Lourdes. She looked so cute in those briefs. The crinkled waistband sat just below her belly button and the shallow sides helped emphasise the natural contours of her youthful hips and legs. She liked the way they plunged downwards before almost meeting between her thighs. Maybe only a couple of inches separated each leg opening. Suddenly Emily wished she'd shaved as well after noticing how the translucent vinyl sat over her friend's hairless crotch. The excited opening of Lourdes' vagina was just visible beneath the deep cool blue of the plastic covering everything – although it was rapidly disappearing beneath a thin layer of condensation. Although it was quite cool inside, the rapidly increasing sexual tension and excitement of the moment was heating up her tingling body and she grinned again. Plastic just didn't breathe – and it was the one quality of the material she liked the very most of all. It would cling to her skin… like… well, a second skin. The elasticised cuffs were already trapping the residual heat of her body - and her skin was compensating for the rising temperature by producing cooling sweat – which the plastic trapped and held before stubbornly clinging to her skin. "They feel wonderful," she sighed before giving the elastic cuffs one last tug. "So beautiful."

"Very maganda huh?" Lourdes agreed before giggling. "You look so… cute."

"So do you," Emily giggled. "You also look really cute naman."

"Thank you," Lourdes said before preening in front of the mirror. "Close your eyes."

Her body skin was prickling with excitement as she wonderingly obeyed. Not more… plastic? She could hear Lourdes rustling around in the bag – withdrawing something.

"Here… you wear today, ha?" Lourdes suddenly said as she dumped something in her lap.

It was a one-piece plastic bodysuit and she disbelievingly stared downwards as the smooth soft legs of the suit crumpled down on the floor. "Oh wowww… What more can I say?" she breathed. "I just love it so much… I really, really love it." She disbelievingly stared downwards before running the smooth plastic folds through her fingers. Why didn't they sell these in the shops back home? The jumpsuit (if that was what it could be called) came in the same gorgeous green as her plastic panties while Lourdes was blue. How on earth had she picked out the one colour which would complement her autumn hair better than anything else? Delighted and thrilled with the thoughtfulness of Lourde's gift, she peered downwards before studying everything like a botanist examining a new species of orchid.

The quality and detail was stunning. Welded seams. A double layer of welded plastic provided extra strength under the shoulders and either side of the zip. Matching elasticised cuffs adorned each leg and arm opening while she could make out a pair of white drawstring laces shyly peeking outwards where the waistline would be and she almost swooned. It was so beautiful. A heavy-duty solid PVC zipper sat in the middle. There was no way anything would jam, break – or rip as it'd been mounted between another double layer of reinforced plastic. Beginning around crotch height for easy ingress, the zipper was currently drawn up to the high-necked collar and she could see a plastic flap complete with two matching polished green press studs covering the zipper itself. Her plastic suit even came with pockets – two smaller ones located just above the swell of her breasts while another two, larger pockets had been positioned around hip height. A protective plastic flap covered the opening to each square pocket and more deep green press-studs fastened each in place so no water would penetrate. A beautiful soft smooth hood she could see dangling downwards completed the package. Almost. But best of all, the very best of all, was the intoxicating aroma of freshly minted new plastic wafting and adding around her nose like an invisible cloud. It was a smell she'd learned to love as a young girl and she almost fainted again before pressing everything against her nose and inhaling as if it was a fine wine she was sampling.

Oh my God… The plastic suit with its attached drawstring hood was stoking the fires between her legs now. The dull red embers of her arousal were already fanning into a white-hot flame again while she happily savoured the incredible smoothness of the plastic against her tingling cheeks. She was already wet, wet wet - again and Emily couldn't help wondering what actually putting this beautiful thing on would do to her body if it was already having this powerful an effect. The stunning smooth plastic was a siren song inviting her to put everything on, lose herself in its soft clingy folds.

"Yes, I could kinda tell," Lourdes dryly replied before giggling. "Don't worry Emily, I love it naman. Well… shall we?"

"Why not?" Emily happily replied before carefully undoing each press-stud and pulling the zipper down. The last thing she wanted was accidentally tearing something. The fire deep within her love canal was burning out of control again as she slowly slid the zip downwards, wanting to prolong the ecstasy of putting everything on for as long as possible.

Oh my God… Emily thought she would pass out from pure pleasure while she carefully slid the impossibly smooth, cool plastic up her legs until the seat of her beautiful plastic suit had reached her tingling crotch. The crinkly leg cuffs were gripping her ankles with a firm intensity. Lourdes already had her suit on and she was fiddling around with the zipper.

The smooth plastic flowed down her tingling, excited skin as she carefully eased her arm down one sleeve before pulling the tight-fitting elasticised cuff over her hand and adjusting everything for fit around her wrist.

If she paused now, she would be quite lost. Therefore it was with an increasing sense of urgency that Emily hurriedly slipped everything over her shoulder before pushing her arm down the other sleeve. Her heart had stopped and she couldn't help feeling slightly faint as she peered downwards before beginning on the zipper. The cool, smooth plastic was alive and ignoring its song was impossible as she carefully drew the zipper upwards, encasing her from neck to ankle in sticky, clinging plastic. Do up the flap around her neck now… C'mon, hurry up, hurry up… Now the drawstring waist… She carefully drew the laces tight, pulling the sticky clinging plastic against her slim waist before tying off the trailing ends in a neat bow then another. There… Emily closed her eyes again before deeply inhaling while she vainly tried to calm her racing heart.

The heavenly smoothness of the plastic was just simply absolutely, unbelievably wonderful and she couldn't help shivering with pleasure and delight before explosively exhaling. She hadn't realised she'd been holding her breath during the process of donning her beautiful bodysuit.

"Feels good ha?" Lourdes happily exclaimed before hugging herself. She'd already done up the drawstring hood, pulling the laces as tightly as they would go until only her beautiful Filipino features were visible beneath the expanse of shiny rippling plastic. There was no way anything would slip or loosen as she'd tied a very secure double knot beneath her pert little chin. The beauty of the plastic was stunning and she could only stare while Lourdes covered her mouth before doubling up with helpless laughter. The great gleaming dome of the rippling hood was very bright beneath the lights. Momentarily forgetting the heavenly caress of the plastic caressing her skin, she goggled like a lovestruck teenager. Lourdes' glossy raven locks were was just visible underneath the smooth translucent plastic which was crinkling around the edges in one rippling wave after another where it met the tightly drawn sides circling her face. Each rippling, curving wave began parallel to the very top of the hood partially covering her forehead before rolling backwards. It was the sexiest sight she'd ever seen and her throat abruptly dried up while Lourdes happily regarded her stunned face with exuberant glee. "Sexy huh? Come on, you do up hood now," she encouraged. "No wait! Here, I help you!"

Emily was a statue as Lourdes slowly pulled the limp hood over her head before adjusting everything so it sat around the edges of her face. Pulling the drawstring laces tight. Tying everything off in another tight double knot beneath her chin so nothing would slip. Carefully smoothing the plastic down past her cheeks.

"There… Maganda! You look lovely," Lourdes beamed before stepping backwards. "Look in mirror."

"Oh my God," she breathed before stepping closer. There she was enclosed in gleaming, smooth rippling plastic from head to toe and she disbelievingly shook her head before almost swooning again while the heat between her legs flared out of control. The suit fitted her like a glove – well, almost. She couldn't believe the fantastic cut – edgy, almost. It could've been made for her – which it probably was because she'd provided Staiputt with a detailed list of her measurements including height and weight before departing for the Philippines. Lourdes' plastic suit was also a perfect fit as well. The girl looked wonderful. They were smart enough to wear out to a black tie dinner and she giggled. Perish the thought.

The rubber suits she'd worn earlier had been a second skin because they'd moulded themselves against her skin as if sprayed in place. The plastic was different. Rather the relatively loose-fitting plastic folds of her new bodysuit clung against her increasingly sweaty, tingling skin like wild honey. It was softer and stickier than anything else she'd ever worn and she closed her eyes before hugging herself. Almost immediately the incredible sensation of being bathed in honey rocketed out of control and she couldn't help sighing again. Although she was acutely aware of Lourdes' amused gaze, Emily was past caring what her friend thought as she turned one way and that. Suddenly she noticed that each time she craned her face around, the cool smooth plastic lovingly caressed her neck and cheeks with a stunning, shocking intensity which left her half faint and weak-kneed. Her heart was so tight she thought it would explode any moment while she incredulously studied herself in the mirror.

She'd enjoyed wearing her rubber enclosure suits very, very much but… the beautiful cool soft sticky plastic was something else again. The way everything looked… felt… even sounded. There was something about the soft crackle of the plastic hood tied around her head which left her chest tighter than ever. "They're so beautiful," she breathed before taking Lourdes in her arms again. "Thank you so much for everything again. I really love it."

"Walang problema," Lourdes giggled before happily pressing her lips against Emily's. This time there was no hesitation when Emily returned her kiss. Although she'd worked with many people during her tenure with Staiputt, there was something about this Australian redhead she liked very much. Lourdes knew that she was already half in love with her. It was a love which could only ever be temporary but she was determined to enjoy it to the full before Emily had to go home. As pragmatic and fatalistic as ever, Lourdes was simply thankful she had this opportunity to express her sexuality with such a lovely like-minded partner. Hopefully they would remain good friends always.

Emily thought she'd died and gone to heaven while Lourdes' hot, darting tongue probed her mouth. Instead of simply embracing each other, the girl was running her hands up and down her back as well as caressing and massaging her plastic-covered bottom between an intoxicating, electrifying crackling rustle of soft smooth plastic. However it was the way Lourdes was running her hands across the soft smooth surface of the thick, clinging plastic hood tightly drawn around her head which turned her on like nothing else - and she instinctively reciprocated the gesture. A soft gasp before Lourdes' tongue wrapped around hers with a savage, stunning intensity told Emily how much she was also enjoying this as well. This was just so, so beautiful. The sticky plastic, initially so cool to the touch was warming up now. It was already practically glued to her skin in places where the combination of condensation and sweat was beading on the inside before sticking to her tingling skin.

After a heavenly kiss which lasted just about forever, she reluctantly withdrew before catching her breath and wonderingly staring into Lourdes' lovely face. Her eyes were huge round, luminous pools which reminded her of the glowing tropical moon which helped make each Staiputt night so special. Lourdes was smiling again and Emily felt as if her chest would burst any moment while her grin continued widening. Lourdes' perfect white teeth and flashing smile sparkled and glittered like a hundred diamonds against the deep brown of her flawless skin. Not for the first time, Emily couldn't help wondering what it was about the heaven-blessed, sun-drenched tropics which produced such beautiful smiling, laughing creatures who gave so readily of themselves heart and soul without a moments thought or hesitation. The plastic-clad Lourdes had wrapped her slim arms around her waist and she'd leant backwards before tilting her face upwards with another crackle of plastic and gazing into her eyes. "Dearest Lourdes…"

"Mmmm…" Lourdes happily gurgled before smiling again. "Maybe already we better go before…"

"Yeah…" Emily grinned. She didn't have to be psychic to work out where they might well end up spending the remainder of the day.

"Here," Lourdes said before withdrawing with one last hard kiss and retreating to the dubious safety of the bag. "Put suit on. Then we eat. Food will arrive very soon. Then we go play tennis. Work up sweat, ha?"

"Another one?" Emily gasped after catching the second identical plastic bodysuit, which Lourdes had unceremoniously tossed in her direction. As if one wasn't enough…

"Another one," said Lourdes before giggling. "Why? You don't like?" she teased.

"About as much as you!" Emily laughed. Lourdes had fished yet another plastic catsuit out of the bag and she was already pulling everything on.

"I was only teasing. Honest," Lourdes giggled before slyly glancing sideways. "Actually already I have a confession to make. I love plastic. Opo, talaga, Emily."

"Are you sure?"

"He-" Lourdes exploded before laughing. "About as much as you naman!"

"Good one, Lourdes," Emily smiled. "Join the club. You know… it's so good being able to share something like this with you. Back home…" She closed her eyes before sighing.

"Opo, I understand," Lourdes' voice was infinitely gentle. "That's why we here."

"I was just so surprised when I found you on the Internet," Emily thoughtfully replied while she carefully eased the second layer of plastic up her legs. Unlike latex, there was practically no friction and she had no difficulty sliding the second suit over the first. "I'd actually been fantasizing about a place like Staiputt then… when I found your website it was like… Oh my God!"

"Lourdes giggled. "That's what a lot of people say," before primly adding, "Take God's name in vain."

"Sorry…"

"Is ayos," Lourdes smiled. "But don't say that outside coz people not understand, ha?"

"No worries," Emily replied before closing her eyes and hugging herself again. "Oh my G… Oh… it feels sooo g-good!" She had the second suit on over the first and the unbelievable sensation of being swaddled in sticky, clingy plastic from head to toe was greater than ever. Only the drawstring waist and hood remained and she quickly pulled the plastic tighter in around her waist before tying the laces in a double knot so nothing would slip. She was also hotter than ever – in more ways than one. The addition of the second plastic suit was already producing the desired effect. The thick clinging plastic was a giant sauna. Already her body was bathed in perspiration and they hadn't even left the cool sanctuary of the room.

"Is turning me on naman!" Lourdes giggled before hugging Emily and planting a quick kiss full on her lips. "Ok, do up hood – then we eat."

Emily closed her eyes before gustily exhaling while Lourdes firmly fastened the second hood over the first before securing everything in place with yet another very tight double knot. Her plastic enclosure suits were just about pushing her over the edge already – and they'd barely begun. The double layers of plastic were not only much heavier, they also had the (highly desirable) effect of dramatically increasing the level of stickiness as well as adding to the sense of occlusion with the addition of the second hood over the first. "Mmmm… I like that so much…" she sighed before squirming from one side to another.

Suddenly a loud knock on the door shattered her reverie and she jumped as much in fright as embarrassment anybody could see her wearing something this kinky.

"Ahh, food is here," Lourdes calmly commented. "Eat outside or in?"

"Mmm… Outside I think," Emily nervously replied. After all, everybody here was into one kink or other. She wouldn't stand out in any special way whatsoever. Nobody would think there was anything strange or weird about the sticky clinging plastic rainsuits she was wearing. Besides… it was fun watching the passing fetish parade. It was the best free show in town.

"Just ask her to put it outside, will you?"

Emily nodded before answering the door. Two impossibly slim rubber-suited girls stood there, one kitted out in gleaming black, the other a fire engine red. As usual, only their lovely brown faces were visible beneath the tight rubber hoods covering their hair. They'd also been silenced with a pair of matching harness ballgags – the girl in the red latex suit had a shiny black ball strapped in her mouth and vice versa. Of course there was no way each beautiful little sylph could even think about removing their gags because the hoods covered the straps holding each ball in place. The contrasting color scheme even extended to the beautiful thigh-high lace-up glossy shiny rubber stiletto boots they wore. The only items which bore any similarity to the other was the pair of heavy-duty glass-clear PVC maid's aprons which they were wearing over their heavily boned and tightly tied rubber corsets and catsuits. Each girl had also been shackled and chained in such a way they could carry out all their normal duties save for running. They'd both been restrained with a pair of tight-fitting rubber cuffs separated by a foot and a half of silver chain at the ankles and perhaps about the same for the hands. Another chain connected each set of cuffs and chains and everything had been attached to a wide (rubber?) belt fastened and padlocked around their slim waists. Emily recognised one of the girls as Maritess who'd spent the night in the rubber bondage sack after being taken out by Shinobu Sannomiya enroute to the final and she grinned. "Hi Maritess, did you sleep well last night?"

Maritess nodded as a gurgle of laughter escaped her gag. Her eyes radiated pure amusement and Emily laughed. "You'll be happy to know that your friend lost in the final. Jolina beat her."

"Mmghhm!" This time her muffled reply was one of surprise.

"Yep. In fact Jolina tricked her. She let Shinobu go first but she tied her elbows together and she couldn't escape – and it put Shinobu under so much pressure she stuffed up in tying up Jolina and she ended up escaping. So guess who got to spend the whole night bound and gagged, courtesy of Jolina?"

"Mm-mhhhhhhm!" Delighted. Maritess' lovely face glowed with pleasure and Emily smiled again before caressing her shoulder.

"So… no need to feel too bad about last night. Shinobu beat everyone – except when it counted."

Maritess nodded as another happy gurgle left her gag. Clearly delighted her tormentor had finally met her comeuppance, she animatedly motioned towards the teak dining table set in the center of the balcony before pointing inside with a quizzical expression.

"We'll eat outside thanks," Emily smiled and Maritess inclined her head before she immediately set about extracting everything stacked on the tray. The girls had obviously been well drilled for each set about their tasks without consulting the other. Despite their restrictive outfits, they moved with an elegant, unhurried yet surprisingly swift grace which would've put the average ballerina to shame. The other girl was obviously responsible for setting the table while Maritess placed the pitcher of juice on the table along Lourdes' Coke and several glasses before obediently standing to attention alongside each other.

It was the strangest – and most memorable breakfast she'd ever eaten. Emily couldn't remember a more pleasant – or unusual meal – other than those she'd enjoyed in the restaurant. The two rubber-suited, bound and gagged girls waited on them as if they were royalty, refilling their glasses whenever the level dropped below half-full between serving everything straight from each steaming silver platter.

Everything about their meal was different – most of all, the fascinating fetish parade intermingled with the stunning blue of the lagoon pool and lush tropical vegetation sprouting out of every nook and cranny. As usual, several couples were tying each other up and she smiled before moving on. The palm tree was in use again and she grinned after seeing what this singularly impressive specimen of flora was hosting – A young couple had been hoisted aloft before being suspended forty feet above the azure water below. Both naked as the day they were born, he'd been tied in a sitting position, arms bound behind his back with each wrist lashed to the opposite forearm, legs splayed wide apart while his pretty Asian partner had been bound in an exquisitely tight hogtie - and if her eyes weren't deceiving her, she'd been gagged with his penis in her mouth. The huge, round ballgag strapped in his mouth couldn't conceal the ecstasy she could see in his eyes while she eagerly worked away on him. Oh my God… If he was receiving anything like the same kind of pleasure she derived from being bound and gagged, it was unlikely his cock would be leaving her mouth – which was probably the object of the whole exercise.

Apparently they were honeymooning after marrying a week ago and Emily envied the couple the special love and… togetherness they so obviously shared. Chris and Flordelyn, Lourdes happily informed her, were from Melbourne. Like her, they'd also asked to be kept bound and gagged 24/7. The bonds of their love would never die.

A cute Japanese girl clumped past. Her classically Japanese features were very white against her impossibly dark raven hair but it wasn't the girl's lovely face which caught her attention. Beautiful women were a dime a dozen around here. Her right leg was enclosed from the ankle to thigh in a thick white cast and Emily stared. Another plaster cast covered the girl's left arm and she couldn't help wondering what'd happened? Had she been in an accident or something? In a way, the cast was like a bondage of all its own because of the manner it so obviously impaired her progress. More bandages covered her body and Emily shook her head. The girl should be in hospital… Yet she wasn't suffering any apparent discomfort other than the exertion required in walking. At least she wasn't alone though. Her (unencumbered) male companion was solicitously attending to her while they strolled down the path. They looked happy and Emily's puzzlement increased.

"Ahh," Lourdes smiled. "I know those people. See them here before. Don't worry Binibini Emily. She not really hurt. Have medical fetish. Plaster casts big turn on for them. Walk around in cast. Sometimes he mummify her in plaster, she enjoy very much."

"Wowww…" Emily weakly replied. The girl shot her a quick grin as she passed and she smiled back. Just when she'd thought she'd seen it all here. Well. Even if their kink was more unusual than most, it was certainly no worse than her thing about plastic or rubber. She didn't dare ask Lourdes – or the 'broken' girl if her cast itched…

As usual, the heat was as intense as ever although the awful humidity of last night had dissipated after an early-morning rainstorm. A beautiful deep cerulean sky had replaced the clouds and a brilliant sun was doing its best to fry anyone caught out in the open. The combination of the sunny weather and heat had brought the rubberists out again and Emily smiled when she saw one guy sweating it out in what had to be a punishment/discipline outfit of some kind – full enclosure rubber coupled with an equally thick shiny black rubber mackintosh and sou'wester being towed along by a middle-aged lady who was obviously his wife.

"Is a story there!" Lourdes chuckled while Emily stared. She was much more suitably – and comfortably dressed for the weather in a swimsuit and sarong. Although he wasn't bound or gagged in any way, the rubber discipline his wife so obviously enjoyed administering was no less restrictive or strict for all that.

"He tell wife about rubber, she not like – Find out about Staiputt on website. He wanna go. Wife says, opo, you may go but you wear rubber all day, every day until go home." Her laugh was loud. "But I think already aversion therapy not working! He very happy here. Think he die and gone to heaven!"

"That's funny," Emily smiled before glancing around again. They were settling down now. After returning from their afternoon stroll, she'd found a spot in the shade before settling down with a book – while he continued baking beneath the merciless glare of the sun. Sweat, baby, sweat. Oh well. At least he wouldn't have to worry about sunburn, Emily thought. He was certainly keeping the rubber-clad bar girls busy as well with endless demands for one cool drink after another.

However, it wasn't much cooler in the shade of the spacious balcony and Emily couldn't help groaning before fanning her face much to the amusement of Lourdes and their bound waitresses. She was sweating like a pig beneath the layers of plastic basting her body. It was like being cooked in a pressure streamer – and there was nothing she could do about her situation. Gallons of water were puddling around her feet. Yuckkk… However, Lourdes wouldn't let her remove the plastic hoods tied in place around her saturated hair and she'd made it clear any effort to do so would result in her being bound on the spot.

Although the food was very masarap, Emily hardly noticed the crunchy crispiness of the amazingly tasty bacon or the perfectly spicy sausages between squirming about with delicious orgiastic, libidinous pleasure while she ate. She was hot, hot, hot! – literally and metaphorically. The sticky clinging plastic was firmly welded to her skin now and it was such a heavenly sensation concentrating on her food was almost impossible. The plastic had sympathetically softened in the heat and it was adding to the stickiness of everything. More than ever, Emily felt as if she was drowning in a bath of wild honey while she vainly focused on her bacon and eggs. Lourdes was obviously enjoying herself as well although Emily had no idea how the girl managed to keep up the steady flow of chatter and gossip between devouring each mouthful as if it was her last.

Eventually, much to her relief, the meal was over. Somehow, they'd cleared their plates much to the obvious pleasure and approval of Maritess and her companion, before fleeing the balcony for the cool comfort of her room. It was a fridge and she couldn't help sighing with relief and pleasure.

Lourdes was unsympathetic. "We go play tennis now, ha?" she teased. "You exercise. Work up sweat, ya."

"Yeah… I suppose so." Emily wasn't enthusiastic. How would she cope in this heat? Knowing Lourdes, the girl would try run her off her feet.

"I could always tie you up now. Leave you until tomorrow morning if you like," Lourdes mused. "I call Jolina now – you want?"

"Uh… no thanks…" Emily demurred.

"I thought not…" Lourdes smirked. "We go play now, ha?"

"You have no heart at all," Emily told her.

"Oo, that's me," she happily agreed. "No heart." Suddenly serious, she added, "Really busog now, ha? Matakaw Emily eat too much."

"Busog?"

"Means full," Lourdes giggled. "Matakaw… greedy."

"Oh thanks… I really needed to know that." Emily sighed before gustily exhaling. "Oh God… I'm so full. I can hardly move."

"See?" Lourdes was triumphant. "Is why we go exercise now. Work off meal, matakaw Emily."

"Yes, Lourdes," Emily sighed before smiling. "I hear and I obey."

"Very good girl," Lourdes applauded. "Well, shall we?"

Suddenly noticing the partially open cupboard and its collection of ropes neatly stared away behind the doors, she asked, "Are you going to tie me up first before we go?"

"You want?" Lourdes asked.

"Uhmm… Yes please," Emily breathed as her breath caught. She'd just spent almost the whole day bound and gagged within an inch of her life – and she already wanted more.

"Good," Lourdes giggled before strolling over where everything was stored. "Coz I was going to tie and gag you anyway. Remember, is rules," she tartly added. "Bind and gag anyone who ask for 24/7 bondage when transporting anywhere."

"Of course!" Emily giggled. Her chest was tightening again and she couldn't help marvelling how it was always the same. Even the anticipation, the knowledge she was about to be bound and gagged was enough to produce this reaction. Lourdes was picking out some straps for use on her and she hurriedly interrupted. "Um, could you use rope, if that's OK? I… just like it better."

"Sure… Walang problema," Lourdes replied before smiling. "Me naman."

"Oh that feels good," Emily commented after Lourdes finished tying her hands. She loved being bound like this and a shiver coursed down her spine as she carefully tested the ropes lashing her wrists together. As usual they'd been bound together behind her back but instead of doing her wrists side by side, she'd crossed everything over each other in a 'X' before employing a very secure – and tight square lashing with every knot tied well out of reach. Adding to the spine-tingling excitement of her bondage, Lourdes had located her bonds over the plastic covering her wrists, making everything doubly hard to locate – or untie. "It's been quite a while since I was tied up like this. I used to really enjoy being bound this way as a kid. It was always so hard to get out of if you knew what you were doing."

"I know what you mean," Lourdes smiled. "Sometimes already I get people telling me that's the only way wanna be tied up, ya. You know coz… what's the word? Traditional."

"That's exactly it," Emily happily replied. It was so good discussing the finer points of bondage like this as naturally as talking about the footy, politics or shopping back home – and it was an interest that laid much closer to her heart than any other. "But really, I don't mind – as long as it's tight – and inescapable."

"Way to go, girl," Lourdes cheered. "Only way to be tied up, opo talaga. And a good gag naman," she added.

"Amen to that," Emily breathed.

"Want me to tie you up some more?" Lourdes asked. "Or leave for now?"

"Mmm... Could you keep going?" she hesitantly replied. "I'd like to be tied up some more, if that's OK with you. Do my arms please."

"Of course it's ayos!" Lourdes exclaimed. "I enjoy tying you up. Is fun."

"Half the fun is the process of being tied up," Emily observed. "I really love that."

"Opo. Me naman," Lourdes agreed before picking out another, much longer piece of cord and quickly doubling everything in two. "Ok, I will tie you up some more, gotta make sure you don't escape, ha? Then we go play tennis."

"Thanks… "Emily replied before laughing. "Sometimes I still feel so strange saying thank you to someone for tying and gagging me."

"No need feel that way…" Lourdes thoughtfully replied. "Coz you enjoy so much. Bondage is your life, your interest, I think. What's wrong with that ha?"

"Yeah… I know, I know," Emily sighed while Lourdes began looping everything around her shoulders before pulling the long feet of rope through the doubled end. "It's just because all this is so… kinky and strange. You know, I would lose my job if they found out I enjoyed plastic raincoats or enjoyed being tied up so much. Just look at me now." She glanced downwards before blushing. Her slim figure was covered in thick, clinging sticky translucent emerald green plastic from head to ankles. "What would everyone say if they could see me kitted out like this? The way you're tying me up. You wouldn't have to be Einstein to work out how much I really get off on all this."

"You know," Lourdes mused. "I go to church every week. Attend Mass. Talk to priest. Very good man, not like others who don't understand. Is real man of God." Scornfully, "Others care only about religion, power. Anyway… He know I work here. At first I feel guilty coz I realy like rubber, plastic, being tied up. We talk it together. He says no need to feel guilty, ya coz we are all only human. God, in His infinite wisdom create us all differently. Everyone different. But most of all, he say it is the power of our mind, our brains which makes us human. Would be very boring world if all look same, talk same, think same, ha? Is why we all different."

"Yeah… I could not agree more," Emily thoughtfully mused. She felt stranger than ever enjoying this deeply philosophical conversation while Lourdes continued tying her up. Several neat bands of tightly tied rope now surrounded her body above and below her breasts, pinning her arms against her sides in the process. They felt so good and she couldn't help sighing with acute pleasure and sudden longing before thoughtfully adding, "Imagine trying to mate, finding a partner if we all looked the same. How do you compare people to others then?"

"Exactly," Lourdes agreed while she looped everything over, above and around her shoulders. "He says that naman. Anyway he say that the most important thing is to be a good Christian, follow the Ten Commandments, do unto others as they would you, know what I mean?"

"Oo. Treat others the way you want to be treated yourself."

"Exactly. So that why already I really try hard look after other people, care for them, make happy," Lourdes said. "Also… if bondage one hundred percent consensual, loving, then that is good, ya. Not disturbing anyone else, makes you happy, that the most important thing. You have right to be happy. Not selfish want be happy. Is basic human right. Soo… if being tied up makes you happy, then that really good, yah!"

"Yesss…" Emily nodded. Lourdes had finished her simple rope harness and her bonds now sat snugly and securely around her breasts and arms just above the elbows. "Thank you for explaining. You've explained everything so well – I couldn't have put it much better myself. You know…" Emily wasn't sure if she should be giving away this much about herself. She was relatively unused to the level of intimacy she'd been enjoying with someone like Lourdes and letting go was never easy. "I've was so lonely and unhappy before coming here."

Lourdes had begun tying another length of cord around her waist now although she'd just stopped to listen.

"Although I've got plenty of friends, I haven't got any really close ones, certainly not like you. You're the first person I've really been able to talk to. Just about everybody else I know would be horrified if they knew how much I loved wearing… plastic and bondage. Anyway… its just something I can't talk about. I have to keep all this to myself. Sometimes I wish so much I could ask someone to tie me up but I can't." Miserably, "I can't even come unless I'm tied up or wearing plastic – that's why I find it so hard meeting guys – and I feel too scared to tell anyone how much I really want to be tied up and… Not just because I'm afraid he'll laugh or be rude about it – it's most of all because… you know, in case he takes advantage of me or hurts me."

"Don't worry, Emily." Lourdes voice was consoling. "You're here now." suddenly giggly again. "Is why Staiputt was built – for people like us. Besides maybe already bondage and plastic not half so much fun if not kinky. Thrill comes from forbidden."

"I'd never thought about that," Emily wonderingly replied. As usual, of course Lourdes was right. "Yeah… You're right… But I still feel so embarrassed about everything… You know… would you believe sometimes I wear my plastic rainpants to work underneath my trousers. Or my rubber panties. I mean… that's a really weird and kinky thing to do."

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"Don't worry, Emily." Lourdes voice was suddenly very firm. "Is normal. Opo, talaga. Remember, like he said we are all different like he say to me. We are all human, remember that, Emily."

"That's true," Emily breathed. "Thanks again for talking to me about all this. You've been such a good friend and all…" Suddenly Emily felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She was normal. There was nothing wrong with her. She was only human after all – of course there was nothing weird or wicked about wanting to wear plastic or rubber all the time. "I really do feel so much better now."

"Oh that's great!" Lourdes beamed. "Is what friends are for. Talk it together, listen. You know, talk help me naman. Since I arrive here, bondage and sex is all I can think about."

"I'm glad I've been able to help you as well," Emily smiled. "If you ever need to talk it, I'll always be there to listen. Anyway… shouldn't we get going otherwise we'll be here all afternoon."

Yah! You're right!" Lourdes giggled. Hurriedly, before Emily had a chance to reply she quickly picked up the discarded rope which had dropped on the floor around her ankles before re-attaching everything around her slim waist. Although she'd always enjoyed being tied up, there was something different about today – and Emily suddenly realised what it was just as Lourdes passed the doubled strands of rope around her arms just above her already securely bound wrists – she no longer felt guilty. She was truly free now – free to savour the look and feel of her plastic outfit as well as her bondage – and she had Staiputt to thank for giving her the freedom she'd sought in more than one way for so long. Her chest was so tight she was almost it would explode as the other plastic-suited girl continued tying her up. The hood of Lourdes' plastic rainsuit was gleaming under the glow of the overhead ceiling lights. Fascinated, Emily studied its rippling multi-faceted folds while Lourdes concentrated on binding her.

The combination of her bonds and the plastic were making her hotter than ever – not least because of the manner the plastic being pressed against her tingling skin and breasts by the coils of rope circling her body. Lourdes was tying a crotchrope and she instinctively closed her eyes before shrieking as Lourdes peremptorily pulled everything tight, forcing the seat of her plastic briefs deep into her crotch and the deep valley of her shapely ass. The beautiful soft plastic was impossibly smooth against the sensitive skin of her buttocks. However, the heavenly sensation of the sticky plastic was abruptly forgotten as the most delicious warmth suddenly invaded her aching, tingling privates and her head swam. Unlike the very tightly tied crotchrope actually penetrating her vagina, mercilessly rubbing her clit throughout that long, long night, these cords exerted a pressure of a much different, subtler kind – although no less delicious. The plastic was being pushed between the lips of her love canal now and she couldn't help groaning out aloud like a filly in heart. Mmm… Her bonds just felt sooo good and for a moment she contemplated giving up the tennis altogether and asking Lourdes to finish tying her up.

This was as lighthearted, fun and above all, unutterably and impossibly erotic bondage compared to the stringently harsh bondage she'd just endured only hours earlier – when all she'd wanted was out during the last unendurably long hours of that tie-up. These ropes were her friends, protectors… lovers. They held her with a soft gentle lover's touch, hinting of the promise to come and Emily could feel her heart singing while she looked into Lourdes' eyes. How had she known that this was exactly what she'd wanted, needed so much? She closed her eyes before squirming with ecstatic pleasure. Lourdes was hugging her again and she smiled. "Th-thank you for… the beautiful plastic suit and tying me up," she breathed. "I… really, really like it."

"That's good," Lourdes giggled before pulling her close for another heavenly French kiss which seared her soul. If only… She was already so horny it hurt. Her longing was a physical ache as Lourdes' darting tongue slipped between her lips before curling around hers. The combination of the soft, sticky plastic coating her body, her bonds, Lourdes' hugs and kisses were killing her. Suddenly Lourdes withdrew and she groaned again before vainly trying to remain in her arms. Suddenly tennis was the last thing on her mind. This… was much more fun. "Ok, I gag you now, I think." Her voice was agonisingly matter-of-fact, one that brooked no untimely change of heart. "Then we go play tennis, ya. Open your mouth, ha? Good girl."

She was a book and Lourdes had just read her from cover to cover. Lourdes was pushing the strangest contraption she'd ever seen in her mouth. It looked for all the world like a bloated butterfly. The latex-coated gag consisted of an oval center section with two wings sprouting either side of the center section. The center narrowed again before protruding outwards, forming a largish round bulb and Emily briefly wondered how it all worked before noticing the tubing and bulb and her heart quickened. She liked inflatable gags like these. There was just something about them which made her feel wonderfully helpless. Besides which… They were also lots of fun and helped fill her mouth nicely.

Lourdes was positioning the large round section just behind her teeth and her curiosity increased after noticing how the wings went between her teeth and cheeks. However, the girl was far from finished. Her curiosity instantly became astonishment and not a little worry as Lourdes produced a ring gag out of nowhere. It consisted of a round soft 1.5" diameter leather-bound ring to which a single inch-wide strap had been attached. Without any fanfare or ceremony, Lourdes pushed the ring over the narrow oval pump before threading the short six-inch tube between the ring. Emily couldn't believe what was happening but before she had time to react or protest, Lourdes carefully positioned the ring just behind her lips before pulling and buckling the strap tight.

"You not talk now. No more questions," Lourdes chuckled before grabbing the bulb and squeezing hard several times. "Unngggrrgghhh." Emily disbelievingly shook her head before moaning as the heat between her legs soared out of control again. Her gag was positively fiendish in design and execution. The bulb positioned behind the wings had totally filled her mouth cavity, effectively trapping her tongue and totally silencing her. However, it was the innocuous wings which she'd barely noticed which were really doing all the damage. They'd filled her cheeks to the point of overflowing and she couldn't help groaning again as Lourdes gleefully squeezed the bulb again. Now she knew why Lourdes had added the second hollow ring gag – It helped prevent the butterfly gag and its infernal wings from flying outwards.

"Hmmm…" Satisfied with the efficiency of her gagging arrangements, Lourdes nodded before picking up the phone. Emily couldn't understand the exchange of rapid sing-song Filipino Lourdes spoke into her mobile but as she heard the words 'tennis courts' mentioned several times, she assumed Lourdes was organising a booking. "Walang problema, salamat," Lourdes beamed before flicking her mobile shut. "I make booking. Court is available now. Come on, we go now."

Another day, another week, Emily thought as she obediently followed Lourdes out the door – not that she had any say in the matter because Lourdes had added another short (perhaps 6 foot) piece of rope to the T-junction of her waist and crotchropes before towing her outside with the air of one taking a puppy out for a walk. The surprises certainly never ceased here.