Relaxation Therapy 19 | bondage story | girl and gag

Emily didn't know which made her sweat more – the thick layers of latex rubber she'd been forced to wear or the beautiful soft sticky plastic caressing her tingling skin while they strolled across the open, sun-drenched plaza. There was a special quality to the kind of sweat her plastic "rainsuit" generated. They'd left the shady environs of the pool behind them before walking in the direction of the front gate and the small carpark on the right. They were heading towards a clump of trees on the left-hand side, near the employee's accommodation. The wide plaza was an oven and she could see one radiant wave after another of humid heat rising and eddying above the shimmering flagstones. The very tight fitting rubber suits she'd worn earlier hadn't allowed the sweat to gush out of every pore before streaming down her skin. Rather it'd oozed downwards so that her second skin slid across her body with an unbelievable gooey, honeyed viscosity. The sticky plastic was different. Although it clung to her body in one sweaty fold after another, it was also much more loose fitting thus allowing the plastic to act as a giant solar still. Added to the natural condensation was the trapped heat and sweat her overheated body was generating. It was a sauna suit. Not even the kinkiest Swede could dream up anything like this, Emily was certain. She wished she could wipe the stinging sweat away from her eyebrows. They were burning now.

Even if she'd wanted to undo each clinging hood covering most of her head and face, there was no way she could reach the drawstring laces because her hands had been very securely tied together behind her back. As usual, the cords were tight and each knot had been fastened well out of reach. More expertly tied ropes circled her arms and waist and Emily knew there was no way she would be wriggling or squirming out of anything. She couldn't ask Lourdes to help out because the huge butterfly gag strapped between her jaws filled her mouth to overflowing and all she could do was helplessly watch as Lourdes casually flicked the sweat away from her eyes. Her perspiring Personal Assistant was scarcely better off but at least she wasn't tied up or gagged. All she could do was follow while the girl towed her along as if she was an out-of-control toddler being kept on a short rein. Lourdes had attached another rope to the 'T' junction of her crotchrope and every time she hesitated or stumbled, her towrope automatically tightened, tugging on the cords cleaving her cleft. Walking was difficult – to say the least without the use of her bound hands. Oh well. There was nowhere else she would rather be and Emily happily squirmed with pleasure before blushing as another couple passing the other way noticed her towrope.

"Ooh, I really love your plastic suits!" the girl admiringly said while her partner looked on. "They're so gorgeous!"

Pleased, Lourdes smiled before replying. "Salamat. I like naman."

"Oh I bet you do!" Her freckly face was all smiles as she curiously studied Emily. "I've never seen anything like those before. Where on earth did you find those?"

Emily couldn't help squirming under the girl's frank appraisal as Lourdes replied for her. "You can buy already from our shop here. Want plastic rainsuit, can do, walang problema! Tell them what you want, ya and they will make."

The girl's eyes were lingering on her bound crotch much longer than they had any right to remain there. However, her face was friendly and she instinctively found herself liking the little girl-child facing them. She was tiny. If Emily hadn't known about Staiputt's strict age-verification requirements (a current driver's licence and passport were mandatory and were rigorously scrutinised upon check-in), she would've been tempted to place her at around sixteen or so. Even the shiny yellow vinyl slicker she was wearing made her appear much younger than she really was. The gleaming bright yellow raincoat was the kind a little girl might wear – complete with its cute rounded Peter Pan collar and the row of buttons marching down the front. A matching sou'wester covered her golden blonde locks and if she hadn't been so tightly gagged, Emily would've smiled. How she'd enjoyed wearing one of those as a kid. It was the kind of rainy day pleasure which never entirely went away. The girl's cornflower blue eyes glowed with pleasure beneath the wide brim of her sou'wester as she shot Emily a warm smile before replying.

"Terrific!" she beamed. "I've definitely got to have one. Oh, and by the way, could they do one like this?" She pointed to the vinyl covering her slim body and Emily wanted to smile. It was clear the girl wasn't wearing anything beneath her rainwear.

Lourdes nodded. "Just ask, can do."

"Thanks so much!" she gushed before breathlessly adding, "We really love it here!"

"What about you?" Lourdes addressed her mute boyfriend. "You like naman?"

He happily nodded and she laughed as a rivulet of drool escaped the side of his lips where the ballgag had been strapped in his mouth. The front of his almost equally schoolgirlish heavy-duty shiny yellow PVC Rukka-style raincoat with its wide, square-cut hood was slick and wet with drool and Lourdes couldn't help laughing again. "Rainwear very useful, I see," she giggled.

"Yes very," the girl smiled while she gazed into her partner's face with such naked adoration Emily had to turn away lest they see how heavy her heart was as she lifted her face to kiss the ball wedged between his jaws. It wasn't hard to see how much they loved each other – just like Walter and Miyu. There was something about bondage which drew people together in ways that more conventional sex sometimes never quite achieved. She'd done a good job of tying him up as well. His bonds were tight and neat. She'd bound his hands behind his back as well as securing his arms with several neat bands of cord – and she'd also looped, twisted and wound still more rope over his shoulders and waist in such a way nothing would loosen or slip. Although his legs were free, Emily had a feeling his 'freedom' would be temporary at best because she was carrying a couple more coils of woven white cord with the self-confident assured air of a Western gunslinger and his pistol.

"You would not believe how much he drools so his raincoat is necessary, I'm afraid," she said before grinning. If looks could kill, she would've dropped dead on the spot.

"Oh, stop complaining or I'll tighten your gag. Then we'll see how much you drool. Would you like that?"

He shook his head.

"No? Good boy," she fondly smiled before returning to Lourdes. "What's your names… if you don't mind my asking?"

"Is Ok," Lourdes smiled. "That's Emily, she's from Australia and ako si Lourdes; I am her Personal Assistant."

"Nice to meet you," she smiled. "Anyway, I'd like you to meet Mr. Gaggy there-"

"Mmgghmm!"

"Sorry… "Kate's smile was unapologetic. "Although we sometimes call him Michael – and my name's Kate. We're from Australia as well, although we're both living and working in England at the moment."

"Only difference, it hot and rainy here," Lourdes chuckled.

"Yah! You sure said it," Kate giggled. "Always raining there. You know, we always try to go to places where it'll be wet when we're on holidays. Last year we went to Vietnam during the rainy season and it rained every day and we had to wear our raincoats every day! Everyone said what lousy awful bad luck we had but we couldn't have been happier!"

"That's funny," Lourdes chuckled. "Know people who are not happy unless wet. Wanna wear raincoat every day." She glanced over where Emily was standing and she couldn't help flushing before glancing away.

Kate nodded before gushing away again. "But you know, I never expected to find anywhere like this… This place is fantastic!" Clearly awed, she glanced around. "I was just so surprised when we found your website and of course we just had to come here…"

"Salamat," Lourdes beamed. "You are into bondage naman?"

"We sure are," Kate smiled. "We both enjoy tying each other up so much. It's actually his turn to be tied up today, its mine tomorrow. We take turns. You know, actually it was Mick who introduced me to all this and well… I was so shocked at first. I mean… I used to enjoy tying up games with my cousins when I was young but… I never had any idea there was such a thing as… bondage until I met him but you know, he was just so gentle and understanding, never rushed or forced me into anything I didn't want to do." Encouraged by their interest, she happily continued, "Anyway you should've seen the way he reacted whenever I wore one of his raincoats or being tied up – and… I don't quite know how to explain this… it was kinda empowering. Imagine that. All I had to do was put on a yellow slicker or start tying myself up and… he was like… putty in my hands – and somewhere along the way, I just came to love wearing plastic as well as bondage – and so here we are now."

What a lovely story, Emily thought. It was the kind of romantic feel-good tale she enjoyed hearing although it didn't lessen the ache in her heart any. However, there was always hope wasn't there?

"That's beautiful," Lourdes sniffed and Emily inwardly smiled. The romantic Filipinos were suckers for stories like these. Sales of Mills & Boon books were higher per capita here than anywhere else. She'd even noticed several, obviously off-duty staff lolling about with a romance pocket book. It was occasionally disconcerting noticing someone clad in gleaming, shiny black latex from head to toe, nose buried in one romance or another.

"Thank you," Kate smiled. "We've been so happy together. We've also been talking about getting married as well."

"Wowww…" Lourdes breathed. "Oh talaga? You know already we have never had wedding here. Honeymoon, opo. Meet one couple, they get marry last week, ask to be kept bound and gagged together twenty-four/seven. Maybe already you marry here," she giggled. Cheekily, "Wear raincoat."

"Ooh… I can just see my mum wearing that," Kate giggled. "She wants the full white wedding bit with all the bells and whistles."

"Why not marry here then?" Lourdes suggested. "Secret wedding. Wear your raincoat. Then marry at home for your nanay."

Kate and Michael dissolved into gales of laughter before exchanging glances. "Could we?"

Lourdes nodded. "Why not? Walang problema. We have a chaplain, he marry you."

A chaplain? Emily asked with her eyes. Surely… not?

"Opo. A chaplain," Lourdes firmly replied. "We talk about this before Emily. Remember? Religion does not mean you cannot enjoy bondage ya." She smiled before returning to Kate. "You wanna marry, ask office, they help you, organise."

"Oh my God…" Kate breathed and Emily smiled again. "You want to do it? Get married here?" she suddenly asked Michael who nodded with such eagerness Emily thought his head might fall off.

Bridesmaids wearing ballgags, Emily thought.

"I can't believe this is happening!" Kate ecstatically exclaimed before bouncing up and down like a kangaroo. "We've just gotta do this!"

"Maybe already you could ask shop if they will make your wedding dress," Lourdes suddenly said. "All see through soft glass-clear plastic – you like?"

"Oh wowwww… That sounds great!" Kate beamed. "I just loved the dresses those girls were wearing last night. Those plastic panties Nympha was wearing were gorgeous as well – so sexy! I was telling Mick I wanted to buy some of those. Can you tell us where the shop is?"

"Opo," Lourdes chuckled. "Not far. Just over there. Is behind reception. Shop there. Talk to them, they help you." She pointed towards the open front desk of Reception before smiling again. "You marry, invite us, ha?"

"You bet! We sure will," Kate giggled. "Just another question before we go. How do we get tied up together? Mick and I really want to be tied up together for a couple of hours or so. He loves being hog-tied and so do I - so that's what we're hoping to do before we go home."

"Just ask office," Lourdes replied. "Can organise someone. Personal assistant, girl like me, she tie you up. Watch you, make sure you're ayos. One hour, two, twelve hours, all day, one week, walang problema."

"Thanks sooo much for helping out! I really appreciate your help and everything. You've all been so kind to us here," Kate beamed before gripping Michael's bound arms. "Anyway… what're we waiting for? C'mon, Mick, let's go!"

"Oh my word…" Lourdes giggled as she watched Kate and Michael depart with a intoxicating crackle of vinyl and plastic. "I think already they really love each other. Hope they marry here. Never have wedding here."

Emily nodded. If only…

"Don't look so sad, ha?" Lourdes smiled. "One day… Will happen," Her voice was very firm. "You have faith ha?"

Her confidence and utter conviction was infectious and Emily inwardly smiled. Darren… How on earth had Lourdes guessed what she was thinking? Emily wondered before shaking her head. Her plastic suit had been heating up underneath the sun and she was being cooked alive. Thank God she was wearing sandals. The last thing she wanted was sloshing around in a couple of sweat-soaked shoes.

"We go play now," Lourdes smiled before tenderly wiping her sopping brow with a cloth she'd produced out of nowhere. "Wait here, ok? I wanna go get something."

Huh?!? Thoroughly nonplussed, Emily helplessly watched Lourdes dashing after the yellow raincoats they'd just been talking to before overtaking them. Sunlight bounced off Kate's sou'wester and she smiled into her gag. How often had she worn her rainwear when it hadn't really been necessary for no other reason she liked the look and feel of the impossibly smooth vinyl?

"Here," Lourdes said before proudly opening her hands. "Swimming goggles. I borrow from office. Sweat not hurt your eyes now."

Oh my. Emily was surprised and touched with Lourdes' thoughtfulness. They really thought of everything around here!

Lourdes' quicksilver fingers were undoing the laces drawing each hood closed and Emily suddenly felt a hundred times cooler as her Personal Assistant gently peeled each away, exposing her sodden, saturated hair. Although there wasn't much wind, the humid breeze was wonderfully cooling and she couldn't help sighing with relief as it caressed her cheeks. The thick, sticky plastic was really clinging to her skin now and she happily squirmed with pleasure as the conflagration between her legs threatened to flare out of control again. She was hot in more ways than one.

The combination of her plastic rainwear and light bondage was perfect. She was hovering on the edge of a sexual precipice while she happily strained against her bonds. They were tight enough to prevent escape but not so tight they would cause any real discomfort, much less pain. Each rope was a star-struck lover, murmuring sweet nothings into her ears as she glanced around. Lourdes was adjusting the band of her goggles now. Approaching her…

Emily's tingling skin thrilled again as Lourdes tenderly wiped her brow before gently sliding the rounded, curved goggles over her eyes and adjusting the wide rubber band for fit. Each goggle came with a soft foam-like base which gripped her skin and she gustily exhaled. Her streaming eyes already felt much better. "Ikaw ayos now, Emily?"

"Good…" Lourdes murmured before retying the first then the second plastic hood around her face and she began cooking again. Her plastic suit was nothing more than a giant solar still and Emily couldn't stifle a groan while Lourdes quickly installed her goggles before setting off again. Their outlandish outfits were the center of attention and Emily badly wanted to laugh as one guest after another stared between a chorus of friendly giggles, laughs and outright admiration. If only her colleagues could see her dolled up from head to toe in sticky, clinging plastic, arms bound behind her back, a crotchrope cleaving her plastic covered cleft and a tight gag strapped in her mouth. They probably thought she was lounging around in nothing more than a bikini between checking out the local talent. This was just positively bizarre. A plastic goggle-eyed spaceman. Oh well. They weren't alone – and that was the main thing. Something so bizarre, she would probably be locked up or committed if she dared wear it somewhere like the Bourke Street Mall, wasn't regarded as anything unusual here. Instead of the laughs, smirks, scorn and outright derision she would receive if she wore her plastic rainsuit outside the gates of Staiputt, they'd received nothing but positive comments and feedback. Everybody wanted one and Emily smiled into her gag. The shop would probably be doing a roaring trade now thanks to them.

At last they'd reached the shade again and Emily groaned with relief as the cool shade cloaked the girls like a shroud. Although the heat of the late afternoon was scarcely any less, at least the blazing tropical sun was no longer cooking her alive. The gravel path was winding through some of the most beautiful vegetation she'd ever seen. It was a jungle but like nothing else she'd ever seen. Not even the famed gardens of Singapore compared to the lushness of this incredibly beautiful slice of Paradise. Amazed with the beauty of the scene, she gazed around with delight. "Is our Jungle garden," Lourdes beamed. "You like?"

Oh yes… Emily mutely nodded before staring around the ageless dipterocarp forest. It was cooler and darker here although the humidity was greater than ever. What slight breeze existed had vanished before being replayed by an enervating, sticky, cloying heat. If the garden outside her bathroom was a slice of Heaven, surely this was Eden. A thousand shades of green competed for attention with each other. Added to the spectacular growth of the jungle was the most unbelievable explosion of tropical colour as a million beautiful blooms tried to out do each other. Fragile orchids shyly peeked out between mossy logs while the ethereal scent of delicate yellow and white sampaguita eddied around their noses.

"Is jade vine," Lourdes said, pointing to a beautiful bluish-green cluster of flowers. "Strongylodon macrobotry," she chuckled, clearly pleased with receiving the opportunity to show off her knowledge. Emily wanted to cry. The beauty of the jungle flowers was simply overwhelming and she awkwardly leant forward to study the jade vine. A two or three foot long bouquet like cluster of flowers hung from a stem which had wound itself around the base of one tree. Each individual flower was around five to seven centimeters long but it was the shape of each flower which she found especially intriguing. She liked the way each boat-shaped bloom curved upwards like an upturned beak of a hummingbird. So… beautiful. "Very maganda," Lourdes smiled and she rose again before happily glancing around.

One could almost imagine a dinosaur appearing any moment, she thought. Everything was either huge or simply gigantic here. A towering mango tree dripping with yellow fruit soared a hundred and fifty feet above her heads. Awed, she stared upwards. "Cebuano mangoes, the best in the world," Lourdes proudly smiled. "Really masarap."

A dark humanoid figure was perched high in the branches and Emily wondered what it was. Gollum? Suddenly it quickly shinnied down with the ease and speed of a monkey. Oh my god… He was a monkey. The broad expressive face of the young man facing them with a proud smile was so unlike anybody else's she'd ever met all she could do was stare. Emily couldn't tear her eyes away from him even though she knew she was being rude. He had no nose. Or more accurately, it'd been squashed… sideways. His deeply set dark button eyes peered out beneath a pair of bushy eyebrows. His simian features were set off by a wild mane of glossy, unkempt hair but… there was something about him she liked and trusted very much. His lips creased in a wide smile, exposing two rows of betel nut stained teeth as he presented Emily with a mango before realising that she'd been tied up. He wasn't bad looking either. Handsome he wasn't but… he had a raw, earthy vitality she liked. There was nothing wrong with his chiselled mahogany body - or the impressive six-pack people paid thousands to recreate back home. She instinctively glanced downwards before stifling a sudden gasp. The grubby loincloth he was wearing hardly covered his impressive set of genitalia – and the only other decoration covering his sculpted body was a shell necklace. Otherwise he was basically naked. Oh my God. Emily could feel a hot flush consuming her cheeks as she wondered what it would feel like penetrating her. His eyes were wandering where they had no right to be and she blushed again. Accurately divining her thoughts, he grinned before pulling himself higher. The man was a throw back to the days of South Seas cannibalism and Emily shivered before glancing around. It was a totally primeval scene. They were virtually hemmed in by thick jungle and it wasn't hard imagining being captured alive, tied up and sent to the cooking pots.

"Emily… I would like you to meet Jolo," Lourdes suddenly said before flashing him a wide, cheeky smile. "We have Jungle Adventure programme guests can sign up for. One day, a week, your choice. Walk in jungle, capture, kidnap, tie up… Jolo is leader of villagers who live here. They capture, keep people, stay bound and gagged. Have fantasy, tell us, we can do."

She pointed to a tree festooned in a million gnarled weathered greyish-brown vines choking its towering trunk. "Lianas. Use for rope," she giggled. "They make rope, tie people very tight."

Emily disbelievingly shook her head. She'd read about Staiputt's Jungle Adventure Adventure program before viewing a map of Staiputt (almost 250 square miles of land had been given over to the jungle) but meeting one of its real-life inhabitants really brought everything home with a rush. Eat your heart out, Rudyard Kipling. The attention to detail and realism of their programs was staggering.

Lourdes smiled again before accepting the plump mango from Jolo's outstretched hand. "Wanna try?" she asked as quicksilver fingers flew, peeling the skin away from the delicious golden fruit inside. The mouthwatering aroma was so delicious that saliva filled her mouth and there was only one way the sudden drool could travel… She hurriedly nodded before gurgling.

"I thought so," Lourdes pertly commented. "I think already maybe you just want gag off, ha?"

Uhuh. Emily shook her head while she hungrily studied the mango. She was hot and thirsty and the fruit was manna from Heaven.

"Walang problema. Don't worry, Emily, I just teasing you only," Lourdes smiled before undoing the plastic hoods and unbuckling her gag. A torrent of drool suddenly escaped her aching mouth before splashing her feet. "Wow. You must really be hungry," Lourdes teased. "Matakaw Emily."

"Yeah, yeah," Emily smiled. "But that mango just smells so delicious."

"Opo," Lourdes agreed. "Very masarap. Here. You try," she said before holding it against her mouth. The smell was stronger than ever and she unhesitatingly bit downwards, flooding her mouth with fruit and juices. The sweet, succulent mango was a taste sensation. The flavour exploded in her mouth like a sherbet bomb. "Oh my God… It tastes just wonderful!" she exclaimed, forgetting about her plastic rainsuit and crotchrope for the first time since being bound. Lourdes sure hadn't been kidding. It was beautiful.

"Masarap huh?" Lourdes happily exclaimed before cramming it in her mouth and chewing.

"Very," Emily cheerfully replied. The weird sense of unreality was back and her head spun while she wonderingly glanced around. Chowing down on the best mango she'd ever tasted in the middle of an ancient, primeval jungle whilst clad from head to toe in sticky, clinging plastic with a husky and all too obviously virile stone-age warrior watching them. A small quiver containing some arrows hung from one hip and she didn't think they were simply ornamental.

If Jolo's job was to cater for those signing up with Staiputt's Jungle Adventure program, why were they here? she wondered while Jolo expertly sliced another mango into four luscious pieces. "Here is jungle garden for guests," Lourdes suddenly said between mouthfuls. Her chin and the front of her rainsuit were slick and wet with mango juice. "People go for walk on footpath, relax by lake. Jolo and village in deep jungle. Not look after, clear. Real jungle. We take people in jungle, abducted and tied up."

"Have you ever done that?" Emily asked.

"Opo," Lourdes chuckled. "Have guy, wanna play tying up games, we go in jungle, get caught, tied up and he rescue me when relax guard. Is his favourite damsel-in-distress fantasy."

"Woww…" Emily smiled. "That sure sounds like good fun."

"Opo…" Lourdes agreed. "Very good fun. Very real naman. They tie me very tight, only untie for meals or toilet, threaten to kill me if he try anything."

"Oh my word…" Emily shivered with delicious terror. "That sounds really… intense."

"It was…" Lourdes mused. "Rough up captives, shout, scream, ya. You know, one company hear about us, send executives for training, ask us to pretend they are held hostage already by terrorists. Real thing. No luxuries. Bugs, insects, bad food, no toilet paper. They have great time, say is very real. And you know what? Some come back and ask to be tied up 24/7."

"That's amazing," Emily sighed. "I had no idea…"

Lourdes grinned. "You wanna try jungle adventure, you tell me, we go, get tied up with liana rope, very tight, stay tied up."

"Yes, I know how much you love being tied up," Emily giggled.

"Just like Binibini Emily naman?" Lourdes chuckled.

"Ok, ok, you got me," Emily smiled. "You know how much I love being tied up," she said before happily squirming from one side to another. The sticky, warm plastic sympathetically shifted with her movement before re-attaching itself to other areas of her skin and she couldn't help closing her eyes and sighing with pure, ecstatic pleasure. Bondage and plastic (or rubber!) was her streetcar of desire and she was already way over the speed limit.

"Sorry…" Lourdes was all giggles. "Just making a lambing to you."

" A what?"

"Means… teasing you – teasing between good friends," Lourdes smiled.

"Oh I see…" Emily slowly replied. Lourdes was a terrible tease but she'd been here long enough to know it was part of her personality. Her new Filipino friends loved poking fun at everything and each other. There weren't many sacred cows around here.

Suddenly anxious, Lourdes asked, "You not upset? I am not disturb you?"

"No no! Of course not!" Emily expostulated. "Honestly, I don't mind at all! You're always so funny and honestly, you do make me laugh."

"Oh, salamat," Lourdes replied, relieved that she hadn't taken offence. She didn't want to hurt her friend. Emily was so nice.

"That's Ok," Emily smiled. "But… I will say this. You always wait until I can't answer back before saying something. It's always a one-way street with you."

"Maybe already I gag you again," Lourdes happily mused. "Not answer back, ya!"

'You wouldn't dare!"

"Open sesame," Lourdes murmured. "I gag you now."

"Oh no… please no," Emily sighed. "I want to chat with you. This place is so beautiful. And besides… I love your mangoes."

"Haaa… Oh talaga?" Lourdes jeered. "You not like?" She examined Emily's gag in the manner a scientist might explore a new botanical specimen. "Gag is for keep you quiet."

"Yes, I understand…" Emily carefully said. She was fighting a losing battle. Lourdes held all the answers – and she was undemocratic enough to overrule her protests anyway. "I know what a gag is for – and you can gag me any time you like… but…" Pleadingly, "I just wanna chat."

"I'm really happy you understand," Lourdes purred. "So I will gag you now. Open your mouth."

"Aww…"

"Awww nothing," Lourdes firmly replied. "I gag you now. Unless you like we go back to your room, I call Jolina, she tie you up again."

Emily knew when she was beaten. She opened her mouth.

"Good girl." Lourdes' voice was condescending and Emily silently vowed to exact retribution the first opportunity she got – assuming of course, she ever received the chance. All she could do was mutely fume as Lourdes gleefully strapped the butterfly gag between her jaws again before re-installing her ring gag and pumping up everything. Seconds later each suffocating, cloying plastic hood had been replaced and she began to sweat again.

"Paa'lam, Jolo," Lourdes smiled before tugging on the leash attached to Emily's crotchrope. "Salamat for the mangoes – very masarap."

"Salamat," Jolo grinned before launching into an unintelligible torrent of liquid singsong speech.

"Mmgghm!" Emily angrily strained against her ropes. She hadn't seen Lourdes laugh as hard since arriving. Something he'd said had obviously tickled her funny bone and she was sure it had something to do with her.

"Jolo says… he says…" Lourdes almost collapsed again before continuing. They'd left him behind and they were strolling down the curving path. "Jolo says… he he he! He thinks you are very beautiful and he wants to…" Lourdes was roaring again and she rolled her eyes. "He wants to visit you here in Staiputt, kidnap you, take you back to his village and… he he he! ravish you!"

Oh my God! Thoroughly alarmed, Emily stared into Lourdes face. He wouldn't… dare would he?

"Is ayos, Binibini Emily," Lourdes giggled. "I told him you have already a boyfriend. He understand. But you know what? Many girls here, they accept his offer! They like his titi, coz very big. They go with him, stay with him. He keep then tied up and gagged but guess what? They always come back. Want more."

I wouldn't mind being ravished… With Darren… Emily turned away so Lourdes couldn't see her face. What would it be like being bound hand and foot before being taken? It wasn't that she didn't like Jolo and under other circumstances, she might well have taken up his offer but… it wasn't what she wanted. She knew the sex would be good with Jolo. He carried himself with an assurance and confidence that she liked very much but… he wasn't Darren. She would rather wait until she met Darren again (if, God willing she ever received the chance) – or someone else like him before giving all of herself to him.

"I understand…" Lourdes was sympathetic. Her touch was infinitely gentle, that of a mother nurturing its child. "You want Darren… I know. Keep faith, ha? I tell you already today, you not listen, huh? I pray for you last night, talk to God, He listen. Never give up, ha?"

Emily mutely nodded. Damn that gag. She'd been tempted. Despite her need though, sex with a complete stranger wasn't what she really wanted at all. About all it achieved was reducing something that should be profoundly beautiful to the level of an animal act. She would wait. At least she had Lourdes for now and her company was all she needed. She was just so thoughtful and caring. Much more importantly she also felt safe with the lovely girl trotting along ahead of her. They'd set off again and she was pulling on her crotchrope each time she lagged behind. And… there was something deeply emotionally fulfilling about her new relationship with the girl. It wasn't just the bondage or… sex they'd enjoyed together either. Somehow it went much deeper than that. Lourdes's ropes were an act of love. Each wrap, cinch and knot was a benediction. She'd reached out to her, touched her in a way few people had ever managed. Emily knew she already loved her new friend very much. Not so much in that romantic sense but… something much deeper still. Lourdes was a part of her life now. Somehow they'd reached out and connected with each other until they'd become interdependent like the vines wound around and around the trees surrounding them. She studied the crinkly blue plastic hood bobbing along ahead of her. Beneath those layers of sticky translucent plastic was the best girl she'd ever met. Emily knew that beautiful, lovely Lourdes DeLa Cruz had captured her heart in a way few others would.

Suddenly they rounded a corner and Emily stopped before stiffening with utter shock. She didn't even notice the sudden sharp tug on her crotchrope as she stared around with wonder and increasing delight. The increasingly rocky path dipped downwards before winding around a large lake and upwards again over a small log bridge spanning a crystal clear creek feeding its still, limpid surface. Water was splashing and gurgling between and around billions of jumbled weathered dark grey boulders with a liquid melody and she instinctively glanced upstream before gasping again. The chuckling creek had carved out a narrow ravine and the most beautiful waterfall she'd ever seen was only a couple of hundred metres or so upstream. It wasn't huge but… the unbelievable medley of brilliant green forest set off the clear blue water and rocks beneath to perfection. Although the little gorge was almost shrouded in shadow due to the lateness of the hour, the heat and humidity was higher than ever and she could feel sweat collecting and beading on the inside of her plastic sauna suit. However, she hardly noticed the sticky plastic or her bonds while she wonderingly studied the lovely falls. They were not especially high but… their lack of height hardly mattered here. Twin white columns of water dropped straight downwards into some kind of round, green pond which drained over a series of short, shallow rapids before smoothly flowing downstream until it reached the bridge before cascading downwards again into the wide, broad lake. Huge trees, bushes and ferns surrounded the falls and creek and she sighed again. The whole was so beautiful it could have been transported straight out of an artist's fantasy. She couldn't believe it was real.

Suddenly a bright splash of colour attracted her attention and she peered upstream before smiling into her tight gag. Several rubber-clad guests had obviously decided to take advantage of the little swimming hole. The girls stood out against the deep green forest like the giant butterflies silently wafting around them in their bright red, yellow, green and blue full-body rubber suits. One girl had clambered upwards until she'd reached some kind of rocky outcropping and she stock still before jackknifing and diving downwards in a shocking flash of hot pink.

"Very popular swimming hole," Lourdes suddenly said. "Come back here later one day – you want?"

Emily could feel tears threatening and she was suddenly glad of her goggles. This place truly was a slice of Heaven. It wouldn't be hard imagining that you'd died before being transported straight here. The lake was equally lovely as well. Shaped somewhat like a large almond, it was perhaps two kilometres long and maybe half that wide. It smooth, still waters were undisturbed by any wind. Like the waterfall and creek feeding its waters, the lake was also surrounded by primeval rainforest and Emily couldn't help feeling as if she was dreaming while she gazed around. She'd played Myst a couple of times on her computer at work and this lake reminded her of the beautiful dream worlds she'd visited there.

A small gazebo stood nearby and she could see a group of Japanese visitors enjoying a barbeque – or whatever it was they were doing. Like the girls frolicking around by the waterfall, most of them were wearing rubber as well. However, several people were wearing plastic slickers, each of which had all been buttoned up to the neck and the hoods drawn around their faces even though it wasn't raining. The usual full-enclosure suits predominated although some were more appropriately dressed for the weather in a range of bikinis and leotards. One striking bare breasted girl wearing a pair of rubber briefs was being tied up and Emily stared before realising it was Shinobu Sannomiya, apparently none the worse for wear after her night in bondage at the hands of Jolina. She'd been positioned against one of the poles supporting the gazebo and Emily happily watched while the girl's elbows were pulled together and tightly bound. Shinobu grinned when she saw them standing nearby before happily squirming around and showing off her bonds. She called out a greeting before one of her friends approached with a ballgag which was promptly strapped in her mouth.

More ropes were added including a tight crotchrope cleaving her rubber-covered cleft. They must've designed the gazebo specifically with bondage in mind because her crotchrope was pulled through a circular hole bored in the pole before being yanked upwards and tied off.

"She is already very happy I think," Lourdes observed as Shinobu's moans of pleasure carried on the slight breeze towards them. Several of Shinobu's friends were joining her now while another girl in a full enclosure rubber suit was being dragged into a tight hogtie. Only her radiant eyes were visible as her bound hands were attached to her feet and tied together.

Emily nodded before staring again. It was fun watching their impromptu performance and she was happy for them. She'd heard about the workaholic culture of Japan where some people literally worked themselves into an early grave. Any time off they could obtain was all the more cherished for it. It wasn't hard to see how much everyone was enjoying themselves. Like Lourdes and herself, they were enjoying a special freedom simply not possible back home. That was the magic of Staiputt, she thought. Nowhere else she'd ever felt as free – or happy.

"Come on Emily," Lourdes gently chided. "Tennis court not far. We play now, ha? Then go have dinner."

She nodded again before reluctantly following. She would never tire of Staiputt. There was always something new to see or do every day.

"Ok, ready to lose?" Lourdes jeered before leaning forwards and gripping her racket harder.

"Ready when you are," Emily cheerfully replied. After arriving, she'd been untied before limbering up and stretching her arms. Although she was still as hot and sweaty as ever (that plastic simply just didn't breathe!) she already felt much better after enjoying a cold can of Coke from a vending machine thoughtfully provided for their use. It was so good being free again and she was determined to savour every moment of her freedom because she'd more or less been constantly kept bound and gagged since arriving save for meals and showers.

She glanced around before preparing to serve. Emily hadn't expected anything like the professional-standard court they were using. A delightful, traditionally styled grandstand complete with a bar and changing facilities occupied one side of the Rebound Ace surfaced court while the other side (save for a tall fence to prevent lost balls) was open to the elements. They'd just left the forest and it overlooked a magnificent, beautifully manicured golf course which would've put Augusta or Pebble Beach to shame with its beauty. Brilliant bougainvillea, hibiscus and sampaguita jostled with towering trees for space between each emerald green fairway and the deep golden sand traps waiting to swallow up stray balls. The ocean occupied one side while more heavily forested rolling green hills blocked the other three sides assuring the kinky golfers of privacy. There was one couple who were relatively conventionally attired (by Staiputt standards) in T-shirts and shorts - save for the ballgags strapped in their mouths. The rubber suits most of the golfers seemed to favour were bright blooms against the brilliant fairways and Emily couldn't help wondering what impact their unique clobber had, if any, upon their handicaps. One slim guy was wearing a light, sexy sundress and she had to admit it suited him. He hit a long drive straight down the fairway and she inwardly smiled. Whatever. Not even latex would ever persuade her into talking up that sport. It was an exercise in frustration – and watching one of her previous amours hurling his expensive clubs into the lake after hacking (and missing) his way around the course had put her off the game for life.

She closed her eyes before biting her lip. Somehow, Lourdes had artfully cajoled her into a side bet on the game. The best of three won – and the penalty was a night of tight bondage of the winner's choice. She would need to be on the top of her game to avoid another meeting with Jolina tonight. Adding to her discomfort was the thick layers of clinging, smooth plastic cloaking her tingling body as well as the incredible sexual tension everything was generating. Lourdes hadn't allowed her to undo each hood either – and the stifling tropical heat had hardly diminished despite the lateness of the hour.

Here goes… Emily tossed the ball up high before smashing it in Lourde's direction. It was a great serve – as good as anything she'd ever delivered and Emily couldn't help exulting as the ball whistled over the net. Chew on that, Lourdes! Her height and superior reach would surely tell on the tiny Filipina opposite. A split second later, before she had time to react, the ball rocketed past her in a yellow blur followed by a loud scream of delight from her opponent.

Oh no… She'd been had again – and all she could do was stand there and take it as Lourdes gleefully exacted full retribution for her loss in the pool earlier.

Oh well… She should've checked out Lourdes' game first before agreeing to any bet.

Lourdes wiped the floor with her. She only won one point – and that only because the girl inexplicably slipped whilst returning serve.

"Game, set and match!" Lourdes screamed as if she'd just won Wimbledon after slamming yet another ace past her.

"Well played," Emily sighed while she tried not to think about the fate which would surely befall her tonight. She was a lather of sweat after chasing one ball after another. "But… how did you learn to play like that?"

"Was junior school champion," Lourdes giggled. Clearly flush with victory, she was all smiles. "Represent the Philippines at school."

"I see… Congratulations again," Emily gamely replied. Lourdes was an amateur con-artist. Frank Abagnale had nothing on her.

"Salamat…" Lourdes giggled before swigging from the water bottle she'd extracted from the machine. "Another game? Double or nothing?"

"Nooo… thank you," Emily smiled. "I don't think so."

"Hey!" Lourdes suddenly exclaimed. "Tie my hand behind my back!"

"Huh?"

"Tie one hand behind my back," Lourdes patiently replied as if she was explaining something to a child. "Gag me. Then play. Then I beat you with one hand tied behind my back! He he heee!"

"You are absolutely impossible, Lourdes," Emily giggled, awed with her chutzpah. Only Lourdes was capable with coming up with something this crazy.

"Well? Double or nothing?"

"Ok… you're on," Emily sighed, hoping she wouldn't spend two nights regretting her words.

"Yeheeeyy!" Lourdes screamed and Emily couldn't help laughing. Her friend was a tonic. It was impossible to remain depressed for long around her.

"Ok, you tie me now," Lourdes ordered before picking up one of the ropes she'd used to tie up Emily earlier. "Tie my hand tight so I can't move it then we play."

"Sure," Emily agreed. Suddenly curious, she asked, "But… how will you serve?"

"Find a way," Lourdes shrugged. "Walang problema."

"Your funeral, not mine," Emily giggled while her stomach churned. Lourdes was perfectly capable of taking her on – and winning even with one hand tied behind her back. The power of her groundstrokes had been staggering.

Tying one hand only was a technical challenge she'd never anticipated and Emily had no idea what to do. Obviously she had to secure her hand in such a way Lourdes wouldn't be able to wriggle loose. Lourdes had strapped her ballgag back inside her mouth and she cheekily rolled her eyes as their gaze met before re-tying the first then second hood of her rainsuits around her face. Well. The first order of business was tie some rope around Lourdes' slim wrist. Hmmm… The best way to begin was with a clove hitch. It wouldn't slip or tighten.

Lourdes' eyes were wide and curious as she began looping everything around her wrist after completing the clove hitch. Eight or so neat wraps later, she carefully tied everything off. A wide band of rope now circled her right hand and there was still plenty of rope left. What now? Emily knew she had to ensure Lourdes' hand was well out of action and the only way to do that was tie it behind her back. Yesss… She had an idea. It might work. Suddenly excited, she pulled Lourdes' unresisting arm around her back before folding it at the elbow.

Dammit! She'd tried wrapping everything over Lourdes' shoulder but the cords kept slipping – and the incredible smoothness of the plastic wasn't helping either. Oh well. Go to plan B. then. Lourdes unprotestingly stood still while she carefully looped the ropes around her body before pulling her upper arm firmly against her side. Yess… This might work. She quickly looped the rope around Lourdes wrist before passing the ends over her right shoulder, threading the trailing ends underneath the cords below her breasts and taking everything back the way it'd come over her other shoulder. Emily was delighted with herself. The rope harness she'd just created would not only hold Lourdes, it would also support her bound wrist as well. She wouldn't be wriggling or squirming out of this one. Her eyes were very round above the ballgag strapped between her jaws and Emily smiled before continuing. Suddenly anxious to get going, she carefully looped and twisted more cord around the increasingly Gordian tangle of rope securing her wrist in position. There were still several feet of rope left…. Hmmm… Time to slow Lourdes down. She needed every advantage she got then some.

Fortunately the designers of their rainsuits had realised the absolute necessity of obtaining strategic access to their private bits and they'd provided a double zipper – which she carefully pulled down.

"Mmgghhnnn!" Lourdes suddenly shook her head before protesting but Emily gigglingly slapped her free hand away.

"Oh no you don't!" she laughed. "Stop complaining Lourdes. You wanted to beat me with one hand tied behind your back so I'm giving you the chance!"

"Grrrmppgnnhhmmpp." Lourdes grumbled into her gag but Emily ignored her weak protests while she carefully passed the ropes between the excited, flaring lips of her slit. Lourdes was soaking wet and Emily grinned as her complaints quickly became a moan of undiluted pleasure. She'd passed the cords directly between Lourdes' labia and as her happy gurgling cries increased in pitch and volume, she carefully tightened everything a fraction further. There was no way her crotchrope would slip or loosen now. Lourdes would be forced to play every shot with those ropes rubbing her clit every time she so much as twitched, never mind stretching out for a return.

"Ok, Lourdes, I'm ready when you are," Emily giggled while she wonderingly studied the cords splitting Lourdes' privates. Her eyes had glazed over while she twitched and squirmed from one side to another and for the first time Emily thought she might be in with a chance after all.