Relaxation Therapy 20 | bondage story

Wrong. Lourdes' strokes were still as precise and dangerous as ever. Although she'd defused half her deadly armoury of shots, Lourdes placement was still as good as ever and Emily could only marvel as she sent a forehand spinning past her.

Her coordination was amazing. Lourdes had had no trouble gripping both racket and ball in her remaining free hand. When it was her serve, she simply tossed it high in the air before deftly positioning herself for the strike. She still hit the ball almost as hard as ever and Emily could only helplessly watch as she served up one ace after another. However, Lourdes was noticeably weaker in her general play. Her balance and court speed was both badly hampered by her bound arm. Afraid of falling and hurting herself, Lourdes no longer dived for wide shots either. As athletic as a cat, she'd dived a dozen times earlier before returning serve, rolling and landing on her feet in one fluid motion. No longer. Whenever Emily somehow managed to return serve, she tried to place it as far away from Lourdes as possible and she won more than her fair share of points this way.

However, despite her sudden handicap, Lourdes was still as deadly as ever. Realising she had to focus on her strengths in order to win, Lourdes concentrated on her these; her serving as well as her deft placement of the ball. Somehow though, she won the first set; but only just - winning 6-4 after breaking her serve late in the set.

Emily lost the second, 7-5 and she began to worry – badly. The cliched taunt, 'I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back!' was no longer funny. It was one all now – and Lourdes clearly had the momentum. She'd settled down now and her immense natural talent as well as her fanatical determination to win pulled her through. Lourdes' natural coordination had returned as well and she was scampering around the court with an ease which belied the way she'd been bound. She could just see Lourdes' fingers poking outwards behind her back like some alien appendage.

It was the most bizarre match of tennis she'd ever played and Emily nervously swallowed while she thoughtfully studied her partially bound and gagged opponent before bouncing the ball as if testing its elasticity. Lourdes had forced her into playing every shot and as if the exertion alone wasn't enough, the sticky, clinging occluding plastic covering practically every square inch of her body had brought her close to the boiling point. The strong elastic cuffs gripping her wrists and ankles were doing a good job of preventing any heat escaping. They couldn't prevent the sweat dribbling down her wrists or hands though and it made gripping the racket that much harder. She was really sweating like a pig now and Emily couldn't help wondering how much weight she'd lost this afternoon. She was already as wet as if she'd spent the afternoon in the pool instead of playing tennis! Either way there was no way she would ever have to worry about putting on weight here.

They had an audience as well. The Japanese group she'd noticed earlier must've decided to spend some time exploring Staiputt because they'd found the floodlit tennis court and they'd occupied the courtside seats after realising that there was a good game on. Their rubber suits shone under the floodlighting and she wondered yet again if Wimbledon had ever seen anything like this. The only things missing were the ice cream and strawberries. Shinobu-chan was there as well and Emily happily returned the insouciant, cheeky smile dimpling her cheeks. The big rubber ball was still securely strapped between Shinobu's lips and she was also as tightly bound as ever. She must've been untied before being re-bound because a shiny black rubber bra now covered her breasts. Shinobu had also slipped into a beautiful clear plastic raincoat which was glistening with moisture from a light misty rain falling from a darkening sky. She'd been tied up again after putting it on. A crotchrope split her rubber-covered cleft and as Emily studied the tight cords circling her arms, someone thoughtfully pulled the hood over her head before drawing it around her pretty face and tying the laces beneath her pert chin.

A sudden, impatient grunt told Emily that Lourdes wanted to continue and she grinned. She would not accommodate her opponent that easily. Lourdes was on a roll and she had to halt her momentum. She bounced the ball again before glancing around. Guessing the last set was about to begin, their fans clustered around the base of the bleachers before watching with rapt attention. One of them had a video camera and he lifted it up before pointing and she nodded for him to go ahead. It was unlikely anybody would recognise her beneath the layers of plastic covering her body as well as the goggles protecting her eyes.

Sensing Lourdes' barely concealed impatience, she sauntered to the backline before throwing the ball high. Lourdes would be expecting her to give it everything she got and indeed anticipating just such a serve, she'd also retreated as far as she could go before warily watching her like a crouching tiger. Her bright blue plastic rainsuit glittered with dewy moisture and Emily closed her eyes before blocking out the heavily charged electric sexuality of the bizarre tableau. She had a match to win. And if not… Jolina's ropes would be waiting for her tonight.

Instead of smashing the ball over the baseline, she hit it only just hard enough to clear the net before holding her breath. It was a high-risk ploy. If the ball hit the net separating the players, it would be called a fault and she would have to serve again – and the last thing she wanted was a double fault. The ball just crawled over the netting, so low, she could've sworn it touched before dropping well out of reach of a frantically lunging Lourdes who'd realised too late her intentions.

Yees! Emily cheered herself before pumping her fist. Greatly cheered, she served again. This time Lourdes connected but returned straight into the net. 30-love. Suddenly Emily realised that Lourdes was tiring. Her spring lacked the zest of the last couple of sets and when she noticed her perspiring face, she realised why. The gag strapped between Lourdes' pretty little lips wasn't allowing her to inhale anywhere near the amount of oxygen required to feed her overworked, burning lungs. Lourdes was closing her eyes before deeply inhaling through her nose but the amount of air she was receiving was clearly nowhere enough.

As it was, she was already puffing and blowing like a grampus – and how Lourdes was coping, she had no idea. Emily grinned again before hurriedly picking up a new ball one of the Japanese had thrown him. He'd taken it upon himself to assume the duties of a ball boy and she flashed the rubber-suited young man a grateful smile. Now she was in a position to put real pressure on Lourdes.

She served again and Lourdes awkwardly scrambled for the ball before cracking it back over the net. As usual, her placement was deceptively deft and she had no chance of reaching anything as it sped past in a yellow blur. 30-15. Oh dear. This wasn't going to be as easy as she thought. Serve again. Don't give Lourdes a chance to catch her breath. Predictably enough though, perhaps realising Emily's tactics as well as the necessity of building some kind of defensible lead, Lourdes hit back hard. 30-45. She swallowed before gulping. If Lourdes broke her now, she was in trouble. She was boiling like a lobster beneath the layers of plastic cosseting her body and it was affecting her performance as well. Although it was somewhat cooler now the sun had vanished behind the hills, the humidity was worse than ever.

Tennis certainly looked easy enough on the TV but the reality was much different. She'd almost forgotten how hard this game could be and she steeled herself before serving. An ace. More cheers from the Japanese who were clearly enjoying the unique contest. She hurriedly accepted another ball from her new friend before serving for the game. Lourdes was ready for her though and she smashed it back over the net. Somehow she managed to reach the ball before sending it scudding back where it'd come. Lourdes must've found a second wind because she easily reached it before lobbing it over the net. Cute. Really cute. Emily had no idea how she managed to reach it before tapping everything back over the net. It struck the net, wobbled with all the ungainly grace of a drunken sailor before dropping – on Lourdes' side of the court. The dismay decorating Lourde's face was a picture but she was more relieved than amused. Phew… Game to her. She dropped to her knees before gasping for breath. She had to have a drink.

Too proud to admit she needed sustenance, Lourdes patiently waited for her return. It was almost dark now and she wonderingly glanced around. The nearby trees were dark, silent sentinels and she shivered before gratefully draining the bottle dry. They reminded her of the strange Ents in the Lord of the Rings films. Godammit. They were only trees. They weren't going to come and squash her beneath a tangle of roots. Her overactive imagination would be the death of her one day. She closed her eyes again before focusing on Lourdes who was gasping for breath. Good. Somewhat refreshed now, she hurriedly returned to the fray.

The end came quickly. The next couple of game were close but Lourdes was visibly weakening as Emily kept up the pressure, refusing Lourdes any chance of catching her breath. Perhaps her tactics could hardly be called sporting but… Lourdes was the one who'd suckered her in the first place. No mercy. Suddenly, Emily realised that she was serving for the match. After breaking Lourdes' serve in the fourth game, she'd fallen away quickly, refusing to chase anything travelling near the boundary lines. Lourdes' face was a picture of desperation as she lunged for the ball one last time before missing badly.

Defeated, Lourdes slumped downwards before ripping off her gag and inhaling as if she was dying from asthma.

"Well done," she smiled before approaching Emily and hugging her. "Very good game, ya."

"Thanks," Emily sighed while she caressed her friend. "It was damn close though. You gave me a real fright."

"Opo!" Lourdes giggled. "I sure did, yah! Have return match later, maybe."

"I'd like that," Emily smiled. "Though I'll be honest and say I only won because you were…"

"-all tied up," Lourdes giggled. "Is Ok."

"I really enjoyed myself." Emily stretched before sighing. "I really needed that hit out."

"Opo. Me naman," Lourdes mused.

"Looks like we might've started something," Emily giggled as she began undoing the cords securing Lourdes' arm. Several of their Japanese visitors were busily tying each other up in much the same manner as Emily before eagerly taking to the court. Obviously they were going to play doubles. Two guys and two girls. The still tightly gagged Shinobu was one of them, Emily saw and she smiled. The girl was into everything.

"I think so naman," Lourdes laughed before happily windmilling her stiff arm.

"Phew, I'm boiling," Emily sighed before moving to undo the rainhoods tied around her face. The exertion involved in playing was unbelievable and Emily thought she must've lost several pounds of sweat. The gallons of sweat she'd been producing had mostly oozed down her legs before dribbling between the tight fitting plastic cuffs circling her ankles and soaking her cheap sandals. Her saturated hair was a mess as well and she didn't even want to think her neatly coiffed bangs must look now.

"Hood stay," Lourdes firmly replied. "Not undo."

"Aww…" Emily whined. "I'm so hot." She enviously studied Lourdes. She hadn't replaced her rainhood after unbuckling the gag strapped in her mouth earlier. "What about yours? That's unfair."

"Life not fair," Lourdes chuckled before casually adding, "I tie you now." She swiftly picked up the rope she'd left by the player's chairs before advancing on Emily with the air of a rugby prop going in for a big tackle.

"Is this really necessary?" She'd been hoping that Lourdes might let her off… at least until dinnertime. She'd enjoyed her temporary taste of freedom a great deal. This bondage thing was wonderful and all that but… she'd never realised it was possible to have too much of a good thing.

"Is necessary," Lourdes replied. Her smile was steely as she said, "Shall I ring Jolina now?"

"Um… no thanks," Emily sighed before reluctantly turning around and giving her hands to Lourdes for tying. She knew the form now.

"Ask and ye shall receive," Lourdes giggled while she quickly bound Emily's hands. "Remember Emily, you ask already for twenty-four/seven bondage, ya – so is what you get. Walang problema."

"Yeah I suppose so but… even so."

"Gag you now," Lourdes smiled. "Open mouth."

"Yes, Lourdes." Appealing was impossible.

Emily glanced around with superstitious awe while they strolled down the well-lit path. It was pitch black – save for the flaming torches set into the mossy debris-strewn ground every fifty metres or so. The flames cast fantastical dancing shadows which only penetrated a few metres before being replaced by a Stygian black so deep she couldn't see anything beyond the short range of the light they cast outwards. The impenetrable, dark jungle was the spookiest place she'd ever seen. It wasn't hard to imagine that they were being shadowed by malevolent Orcs – or worse. The jungle wasn't quiet either. Strange rustling and chittering noises surrounded the girls and she couldn't help wondering what manner of creatures inhabited the trees surrounding them. She didn't even want to think about the horrible spiders hanging around here as well. What if she walked into one of the webs they spun? She closed her eyes before shuddering. There was no way she'd be able to avoid one of their disgusting webs considering the way she'd been bound and gagged. As careful as ever, Lourdes had replaced each of her bonds before shackling her ankles together. Nonsense. Nothing was going to happen to them, not out here on the well-maintained gravel path.

Oh well. Even if the impossible occurred and she somehow walked into some stray web or another, there was no way its vile occupant could bite her as she was almost totally covered by sticky, clinging plastic from head to ankles. Perhaps it wasn't all bad news after all and she happily chuckled into her tight gag. She was really living now. She looked at Lourdes who shot her a quick smile from the gag strapped in her mouth. After binding Emily, she'd replaced her ballgag, carefully pulling each glossy strap as tight as they would go in a performance leaving her weak at the knees before replacing each plastic hood over her soaking hair and re-tying everything in place. Even now, she could scarcely comprehend that people like Lourdes actually existed, other girls like her who loved bondage so much they wore their gags as often as possible. As if sensing Emily's thoughts, Lourdes pulled her close before wrapping her plastic-coated arm around her waist and walking her the rest of the way back home in a warm, companionable silence which spoke so much more than any amount of words.

Emily was not sorry to leave the brooding jungle behind as they strolled down the broad floodlit plaza. The lights were shockingly bright compared to the deep, dank gloom of the rainforest. It was also raining more heavily and she could see it misting downwards. It was a silver curtain and she happily gazed around before studying the way it beaded on the soft plastic coating her body. There was something quite elemental about the way each raindrop stubbornly clung to the smooth plastic before linking up with each other and reluctantly sliding downwards – not that the total body protection the plastic offered really mattered anyway as they were already wetter than if going without.

Suddenly Lourdes stopped before sliding the plastic hood of her rainwear downwards and unbuckling her gag. Huh? What… was she up to now?

"Is ayos, walang problema," Lourdes smiled. "Is plastic theme night tonight. Guests wear raincoats or plastic. I am thinking already, we visit shop, find something you wear tonight. Plastic dress maybe. You want?"

Oh yes please! Emily energetically nodded. She'd been dying to see the legendary Staiputt bondage and fetish shop. What would the place be like? Hopefully it wouldn't be some kind of dark, medieval dungeon so many people back home deemed necessary to present their wares. Knowing Staiputt, it would probably be anything but. This place was all class.

"Walang problema," Lourdes giggled. There was a gleam she hadn't noticed in her eyes earlier and Emily wondered what was so special about this shop that produced such a reaction. "Come. We shop now."

Oh my God… Emily stopped dead in her tracks before gasping. The Staiputt bondage shop was an Aladdin's cave. It was a literary clich? she normally despised but… in this case the term fitted this… wonderful place right down to a 'T'!

The stunningly appointed cavernous interior couldn't have been a greater contrast to the relatively nondescript appearance of the low-slung two-story building housing their store. Whitewashed walls, wood supports and the same thickly thatched roofs ensured it didn't stand out from its neighbours. Like the restaurant and their cottage style accommodation, a wide verandah surrounded the building, bathing the front entrance in cool shade during the heat of the day. She could just make out the inside and it was… Oh my God… What was this? Suddenly she forgot the Aladdin's cave inside as she stared. Several large display windows, which could've come out of any department store contained a sample of their wares. However, that was where any similarity began and ended. Unlike the usually much more static displays Melbourne shops offered, each contained two or even three happily squirming bound and gagged girls arranged in a variety of positions. "Shop open from ten a.m. until eight," Lourdes baldly commented. "Girls take turns to go in window, stay tied until closing time."

As soon as they spotted Emily and Lourdes, the girls wriggled from one side to another with unconcealed merriment and excitement. Their smouldering, dark eyes clearly showed the immense pleasure they were receiving from being used as live mannequins and Emily disbelievingly shook her head. Just when she thought she'd seen it all, Staiputt managed to surprise her again. The girls, noticing her surprise, were all giggles through the tight gags occupying their mouths.

Each lovely nubile young woman was resplendant in leather, rubber or plastic and it was obvious that their clothes had been selected to best highlight their looks or build. No one girl had been tied in the same way either. Their bondages were equally imaginative and could only admire the creativity and ingenuity of the people responsible for tying them up. However, each was tight – and equally inescapable. They weren't going anywhere in a hurry, that much was certain and she happily studied the squirming girls, each eager to show off their wares.

Whoever was responsible for Visual Merchandising really knew what they were doing, she thought. One window had been decorated to appear like a typical office of the thirties. No computers. I-pods or anything! The only concessions to technology were an ancient Bakelite telephone and a couple of typewriters. Its tightly bound occupants writhed and wriggled with pleasure after spotting Emily and Lourdes peering through the thick glass. One girl was clearly Caucasian and Emily couldn't help speculating what she was doing there while she wonderingly studied her outfit. Her lingerie could've stepped straight out of an Irving Klaw 'Bizarre' bondage magazine. Obviously a secretary or maybe some snooping private eye who knew too much who'd been abducted, forced to strip before being bound. The attractive young woman was wearing a tightly laced corset, panty-girdle as well as a large pair of bloomer like white briefs attached to a pair of stockings. Very sweet Gwendoline, Emily smiled to herself while she examined the thin, tight cords used to lash her into the solid wood chair. Those ropes were tight. There was absolutely no slack or give in any of the white cotton sash cords – and she couldn't help experiencing a brief flare of envy while its bound occupant's eyes danced with delighted, wicked merriment.

"Guests can spend day in here," said Lourdes. "Receive discount on stay or toys, clothes, ya. Ask front desk or shop, can organise, walang problema. Very popular."

Emily wanted to smile. Lourdes had sussed her out again and she shook her head again before returning to the girl's bondage.

Constructed during a time when posture was considered much more important than comfort or ergonomics, the buzzword of the nineties, she'd been forced into a more-or-less ramrod straight position by the stringency of her bondage as well as the chair design. The top of the straight-backed chair ended just below the woman's shoulders and her captors had taken full advantage of the design with tying her up. Her arms had been bound together above the elbows as well as wrists – and they'd also been lashed to the slats helping support her prone, tightly bound body. More cords had been tightly wound around and around her body, securing her to the chair itself while her securely bound legs had been lashed to the seat of the chair as well as drawn underneath everything and tied off against one of the slats supporting each leg. There was no way she would be using her legs to push the chair along the floor.

Or calling out for help either because she'd been very tightly gagged. The girl's cheeks bulged outwards like those of a hamster. Emily guessed that her mouth had been stuffed full before being secured in place with what had to be a cleave gag because she could see the trailing ends dangling downwards behind her neck.

It was a beautiful bondage and she couldn't help sighing into her gag before turning to the other girl. She enjoyed a good chair tie almost as much as one of the hogties she loved. Properly done, escaping was impossible.

The other girl was U-69. Sweet Gwen's friend. Papers were strewn about the floor and she idly studied one of them near the window. U-69 – Mission Brief… it read. Observe and track the Bondage Burglars gang… blah blah. Obviously U-69 had failed because she'd been bound in a tight, restrictive hogtie which left her little room for movement. The shiny woven white nylon cords used to bind her were very white against the equally shiny pinstripe suit and Emily curiously studied the unusual cloth before realising that it was… rubber. Jacket, skirt… Everything, save for the glossy high-heeled boots dragged up hard against her shapely bottom had been manufactured out of latex. Even the white panties visible beneath her rucked up skirt were latex as well as the impossibly clear stockings covering her legs. Wowww… It could've been made for her. What would they say if she turned up for work dressed like that? Clearly pleased with the attention she was receiving, the bound Asian cutie energetically writhed and squirmed from one side to another. Emily wanted to laugh. Escaping was the very last thing on her mind.

Lourdes returned her smile before waving goodbye and pulling Emily along. "Marites very happy, yah," she observed. "Is her job, coz shy to talk with people so stay here, tied up every day."

All Emily could do was shake her head. These people were unbelievable.

"Insist on tight hogtie every night," Lourdes mused. "Is in her contract. Have breakfast, tied up again."

Suddenly she noticed the second window and had Emily not been so tightly gagged, she would've gasped out aloud. This one contained three uniformly pretty girls who wriggled with excitement after realising that they had an audience. Unlike the last window, the emphasis was on pure bondage and fetish. One girl was as naked as the day she was born and she'd been bound into an exquisitely tight hogtie with any amount of rope. Nothing imaginative there except they'd used about ten or twelve different colours of cord to tie her up. The ropes surrounding her slim ankles were molten gold and Emily decided she would have to buy some. A purple collar surrounded her neck and the matching ball-gag strapped in her mouth. She leant forward to see how she'd been gagged. The girl realising that she was the center of attention was beside herself with excitement and joy. They'd somehow attached the ball to the gently tapered collar through a set of loops and like its more conventional cousins, it'd been done up behind her neck. The collar itself was held in place with a pair of roller buckling straps and she could see several 'D' rings attached to it as well. There was even a small sign which she hadn't noticed earlier and it advertised the products upon display as well as pricing. Nice one.

Lourdes pointed to a clear plastic card holder attached to the wall by the window. "Product cards in there. Picture, product number, price. Not remember, walang problema. Take card, show staff, they help you."

Emily nodded while she curiously studied the glossy laminated card. They'd even provided an order form on the back. All you had to do was supply your name and room number and it would be discreetly delivered to your room. Your account would automatically be debited. Convenient. Oh my word.

They sure knew their marketing around here, she thought. Why didn't they receive advertising accounts like these?

Suddenly, not to be outdone, the second girl hopped into view and Emily smiled into her gag. Her red rubber panties and bra were very bright against her dark skin but Emily hardly noticed these while she studied the unbelievable arm binder used to secure the girl's arms. Constructed out of the shiniest leather she'd ever seen, it'd been laced up all the way up her arms, with the straight edges ending not far below her shoulders. Whoever had put the girl into the single glove hadn't spared the rod because her arms had been dragged together until they met around the junction of her elbows. Sensing Emily's interest, the girl obligingly hopped around again so she could see how she'd been bound. Another pair of straps were securely attached to the binder and they'd been positioned some eight or so inches apart. They'd been crossed over each other in an 'X' before being looped over the opposite shoulder. The straps passed over each other again before being attached to the sides of the binder. There was no way anything would be coming off. No amount of wriggling or struggling would ever shift her binder. However, as if this level of security wasn't enough, the girl's single sleeve didn't stop at her hands. It'd been passed between her legs from behind before being attached to a crotch strap which in turn had been attached to yet another strap which looped around her slim waist not far below her bound elbows. The crotch strap had been pulled tight and Emily could only wonder how much stimulation its lucky wearer was receiving while she pranced and squirmed about. A third pair of straps attached to her arm binder around wrist height, passed over her crotch strap and this had also been pulled tight, this rather effectively removing all possible leverage. Yet the girl's blazing eyes made it clear how much she was enjoying her stringently tight bondage.

More straps surrounded her slim legs. Some two inches wide they'd been securely buckled in place around her thighs, above and below her knees as well as the ankles. A yellow smiley ballgag occupied her mouth and Emily couldn't help thinking how perfectly it summed up the mood.

Suddenly the last girl, a pretty redhead (another guest?) who'd been hovering in the shadows appeared and Emily disbelievingly closed her eyes before blinking. As if the beautiful leather arm binder wasn't enough, the amazing shiny hot pink PVC straitjacket she was wearing surely topped the list and she nervously swallowed. Two hundred-fifty bucks. Oh my God. Emily knew she wouldn't have much trouble spending ten or even twenty thousand dollars here. The sky was the limit really. No wonder Staiputt could afford to hire so many people including the beautiful wriggling live models eagerly showing off everything.

Oh, that straitjacket was lovely. The girl happily spun around on her lithe legs before showing off how everything did up from behind and Emily's head spun. The girl's arms had been secured behind her back in an attached pink single sleeve. It was a combination straitjacket and armbinder! Oh my God… Emily knew she was taking His name in vain but… really. Their imagination knew no bounds here. She couldn't think of anything nicer than the soft, snug security of a straitjacket coupled with the tight restraining sensations only a behind-the-back armbinder provided. The girl had approached the window and she was leaning downward so Emily could have a closer look.

Both the jacket and armbinder opened and closed with dual zippers located in front and behind. A matching attached leather collar circled the girl's throat and Emily noticed it'd been buckled and locked in place with a tiny gold padlock, thus preventing any access to each zipper. Another four horizontal straps helped hold the jacket in place. Another two straps circled her wrists and arms just above each elbow and these too had been pulled tight and locked. The sinfully sexy crotch flap partially covering the girl's shapely bottom had been threaded between her thighs before being pulled tight and buckled in place with yet another pair of straps. Emily felt her chest catch. She wanted one of these so much it hurt. The girl's eyes glowed with pleasure as she strained against her bonds without achieving anything. A thin rivulet of drool escaped her mouth where a matching bright pink harness ballgag had been buckled and locked. Even the restraints used on the model's legs perfectly complemented the pink theme; a pair of shiny pink leather (or rubber?) cuffs surrounded each ankle and only a few inches of silvery chain separated each. Another price list informed Emily she could have everything for four hundred bucks total. Kink costs. Oh well. Bondage was her passion, her life.

Put it this way, Emily thought. She was still better off than one of her colleagues who'd just spent five hundred thousand on a brand new Bertram he used to catch… fish. Wouldn't it just be easier buying it from the local fishmongers? However, she'd never dared say so. Fishing was his passion. She'd seen too many gory photos of the dead, bleeding marlin he caught up Bermagui way to see how much this meant to him. Oh well. It was all relative, she cheerfully rationalised. He enjoyed catching fish, she liked being tied up. She was certainly no worse than the philatelist bloke around the corner who bored everyone to tears with his earnest explanations concerning the minutiae of stamp design or the tiny colour variations or printing errors they went mad over. What a pity though she couldn't tell her friends about this yummy pink straitjacket she'd just bought which… Suddenly, Emily realised that she still hadn't seen the shop. What would it be like?

The gear she'd just seen was all so wonderful, and she couldn't help thinking how it so perfectly captured the essence of Staiputt and their philopsophy; that bondage should be as fun as it was erotic. Nobody seeing the ropes, gags, armbinders and straitjackets the girls had been demonstrating could possibly mistake this kind of bondage as anything other than it was – romantic, sexual fun.

Damn her gag! It was so tight! She suddenly could hardly wait to see what they had on offer here but… "Mmghhmm!" Bound frustration. She had no way of letting Lourdes know how much she wanted to be ungagged so she could talk about everything - besides she had to pick out something to wear for tonight as well. Nope. Explaining what she wanted was kinda hard with a huge, tight gag strapped between her aching jaws and she angrily shook her head.

"Hello, Emily," a voice said and she spun around. It was Nympha again – with a bound and gagged Carlotta in tow.

"Mmghmnn."

"How was your day?" Nympha asked before abruptly turning to Lourdes. "May I?"

"Opo," Lourdes nodded. "But hood stays."

"Salamat."

Emily couldn't help groaning with relief as her huge gag was tenderly removed. It was the toughest, most demanding gag she'd ever worn. Even the giant ball she'd worn during the unendurably long hours of Jolina's 'World's Worst Hogtie' barely approached the butterfly gag for difficulty and discomfort.

"Better now?" Jolina giggled while she carefully replaced the plastic hood of her rainsuit. "I do not like that gag very much either. Ball is much nicer. Anyway, Binibini Emily, you are enjoying yourself?"

"I sure am," Emily sighed while she studied Nympha's beautiful sleeveless jumpsuit. "This place is absolutely fantastic." It was just quite simply gorgeous. Very dressy. Her plastic one-piece jumpsuit had been made out of the same soft sticky plastic as her rainsuit but unlike hers, the translucent see-through PVC was so clear she could see every detail of Nympha's luscious body. Even her breasts and the dark hairs of her cleft were visible beneath the matching bra and panties she wore underneath. The hem of her jumpsuit ended only inches above her slim ankles while the top portion had been elegantly cut around her shoulders. The plastic collar and pockets had been cut with a military precision and all she could do was stare. Nympha's jumpsuit had also been tucked in at the waist by a wide belt which added to the sharpness of her stunning outfit. Unbelievably despite the humid heat of the evening, Nympha somehow managed to look as cool, calm and collected as ever. The same couldn't be said for Carlotta though. She was barely visible beneath the thick layers of rubber covering her lithe body. The bright red ball strapped in her mouth was very bright against the ebon rubber soaking up every atom of light. Carlotta's suit was a combination of the full-enclosure rubber suits Lourdes had made her wear earlier as well as a straitjacket. Even Houdini wouldn't escape this one, Emily thought. As if the one-piece design wasn't hard enough to get out of, the straps and buckles securing her arms in a snug hug effectively ensured she would need outside help to escape the rigid confines of her rubber bondage suit. Only her eyes were visible beneath the plastic lenses of the hood and Emily grinned. The poor girl would be boiling underneath those layers of heavy latex.

Guessing her thoughts, Nympha smiled. "Lotta answer back this morning so Master put her in rubber punishment suit. Three layers of latex, very hot. Stay on until tomorrow."

Maybe she'd been disrespectful on purpose?

"But you know what?" Nympha chuckled. "I think maybe she is rude on purpose. Want to wear rubber suit."

Emily laughed. She knew that feeling all too well. Somewhat shyly, "I understand… You know, I really love rubber as well."

"Join the club," Nympha smiled. "So… what did you do today?"

"Ummm… I was kinda tied up last night and most of today," Emily sighed. "Someone called Jolina. She really did the job on me."

"Ahhh… Jolina. Punishment hogtie huh?" Nympha sagely nodded. "Robert rings Jolina if I've been bad, she ties me up naman - very tight."

"I've never been tied up anything like that before," Emily grinned.

"Jolina really knows the ropes," Nympha observed. "But… how did it go? You enjoy?"

"Yes… and no…" Emily mused. "It was just really intense. The last few hours were just so hard; all I wanted was out. But… you know… overall, I actually enjoyed the experience. I've never been so excited or turned on either."

Nympha nodded. "Nothing like real bondage for that… helplessness feeling. You think you would do it again?"

"Mmmm… Yeah, actually I would… can you believe that?"

"Why do you think I'm bad?" Nympha giggled.

"Yeah…" Emily absent-mindedly replied while she thought about Jolina's ropes. She was hot again and it wasn't the sticky plastic or the ropes cording her hands together behind her back.

"You want?" Nympha eventually asked.

"Yes… I want…" Emily wonderingly replied before realising what she'd let herself in for again.

Me too," Nympha smiled. "Been a while since I've been tied up really good. You want, Carlotta?"

Yes please! Carlotta's eager nod told the story.

"And me naman!" Lourdes chimed in.

Emily couldn't believe the way they were discussing getting together like this – so they could be put in only about the most brutally tight bondage anybody was capable of devising.

"Very good." Nympha's smile was a sun while she beamed around the small group. "How about… tomorrow night?"

"Sounds good to me," Emily breathlessly replied while her chest contracted with excitement – and the strangest longing she'd ever experienced.

"Walang problema. I will ring Jolina and organise for tomorrow," Nympha casually said as if she was organising a night out at a restaurant. "So… what brings you here?"

"Lourdes told me it's plastic theme night tonight," Emily answered, "and she suggested we come here to pick something out that I could wear tonight."

"That's very good to hear," Nympha smiled. "You're not going to wear your rainsuit though? I think you look very nice already."

"Yeah… I'd like to but… we've just been out for a game of tennis and I'm so hot and sweaty."

Nympha laughed. "Did Lourdes win?"

"She killed me in the first game." Emily grinned. Obviously Lourdes' ability was already well known around here. "But in the second… she played with one arm tied behind her back. I mean… I tied her up that way – but I still only just won."

"Really?" Nympha was surprised and impressed. "I like tennis naman," she mused. "But Lourdes always beats me naman so I will remember that – it sounds like a very fun way of playing. So you had a good time?"

"Oh yes… wonderful," Emily happily replied. "I really needed that hit-out."

"You have certainly been lying around a lot," Nympha observed.

"Hey!"

"Sorry… Only joking…" Nympha giggled although she looked anything but apologetic. Anyway… Maybe I'm already disturbing you."

"No, no!" Emily protested. "You're not disturbing us at all."

"That's very good to hear," Nympha smiled. "Well… I think already you are impatient to buy something before dinner so… we will see you later, ha?"

"No worries," Emily replied. "And… thanks again for everything and your… kind invitation."

"You are very welcome," Nympha smiled. "Someone will come pick you up tomorrow evening."

"Um… what should we wear?" Emily curiously asked.

"Anything you like," Nympha smiled. "How about you could go formal in a nice rubber dress?"

"What about… after?"

"Don't mind… walang problema." Nympha's expressive face was thoughtful. "You like rubber, ya? Put on rubber enclosure suit then wear overnight…"

Emily nodded. Her stomach was churning again. Her privates were tingling with a familiar ache while she digested Nympha's casual reply. Overnight. They would be tied up overnight. Rubber and tight ropes. It was such an utterly delicious combination and her head spun.

Nympha's smile was a bright, beautiful thing. "I am looking forwards to tomorrow night very much," she said with a formality which belied her obvious excitement.

"Same here," Emily sighed. She was bound to enjoy the special dinner party she'd been invited to. "I'm really looking forwards to it as well."

"I will organise everything," Nympha said with a grin. "Bring your own gags but we will supply your rubber suits and rope."

Emily mutely nodded again. She couldn't speak. She'd just been invited to a dinner party like no other...

"Walang problema," Nympha said. "We will see you tomorrow then. A cart will pick you up at seven."

Unbelievable. This was just so far out of left field, it wasn't funny. Used to organising outings or functions with her friends back home, they'd just arranged everything as easily and casually as… that. This was going to be a night like no other and Emily found herself looking forwards to the evening with a painful anticipation.

After farewelling Nympha and Carlotta, Emily headed for the wide front entrance of the Staiputt Shop which was beckoning her in the same way a flame might attract a moth.