Relaxation Therapy 6 - elbows bondage story

"You finish now?" Lourdes said. Emily turned and tried to smile but the gag prevented from responding like that. Instead all she could do was nod – yes. Lourdes was holding several forms. "You fill these in, I take back." A sly smile appeared. "Then you rest, ha?"

What kind of a rest does she mean? Don't tell me she's going to tie me up again? Emily could feel another stirring in her groin. Emily nodded again. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

"I tie you good, you like?"

Oh yes! Emily nodded eagerly You have no idea how much I want this, Lourdes.

Lourdes grinned happily. "I tie you very good!" she beamed. "I think already that is what you want, ha?" Without waiting for an answer, Lourdes cheerfully sat down next to Emily. "Ok, I show you already forms. Important. I explain, you read. Sign only if understand ha?"

Emily nervously nodded. The butterflies dancing around her stomach hadn't entirely gone away. Lourdes' mellifluous voice was smooth and reassuring and it wasn't long before she began to relax while the girl carefully explained everything in precise detail between ensuring she understood each paragraph. No legalese, just one paragraph after another explaining each party's rights and obligations. Their obvious attention to the welfare of their guests was immensely reassuring and it made her feel much better. Eventually Lourdes finished reading out everything before obtaining her unhesitating approval.

"Walang problema," she beamed. "Ok, Here, you sign this. And this," she pointed out. Emily noted that it was a disclaimer absolving Staiputt of liability in case problems occurred. The rest of the formalities were swift and easy. Credit card form. Breakfast vouchers. Etc. "Ok, formalities over," Lourdes said. "I tie you up now?"

Emily happily nodded. Her head was spinning. Such places existed only in dreams. I'm about to be tied up! she exulted. Tied up… Bound and gagged… Emily could hardly believe that this was happening. She hoped that Lourdes would do a good job of binding her.

"I think already you want rope?"

Emily nodded. She loved being bound with rope the very most of all. She was beginning to feel like one of those spring-operated toys, she was doing so much nodding. Her head seemed to go up and down with clockwork regularity.

"I like rope too," Lourdes commented. "I like very much." Suddenly shy, she bowed her head and said, "I like to be tied up too. I like very much."

Emily's heart went out to Lourdes. Her confession had established them as kindred spirits. She could not help wondering when and how Lourdes had gotten into this. But how did she get into this? It was abundantly clear that her job was not so much work as it was vocational! She vowed to repay the favour and at least bind her a few times before she left. Maybe we could even be tied up together, Emily mused. Now, that would be nice…

"Ok," Lourdes brightly said. "I tie you now. I tie you good. You not escape," she giggled. She got up and walked over to the wardrobe where the rope was kept before returning and dumping it all on the bed.

A tidal wave of excitement coursed through Emily's body as she stared at the mass of rope lying on the bed. She could still hardly believe that it actually was going to be used to tie her up… Clearly, Staiputt did not muck around when it came to administering their unique brand of Relaxation therapy. Emily wanted to laugh. Prozac just did not compare… The Staiputt Clinic was exactly the cure for the stress and depression, which had hung like a cloud over her earlier. Suddenly, Emily was extremely glad that she had made the effort to travel out here. She could feel her heart beating much faster than normal. "I tie you now, then you rest, we have dinner after, ha?" Lourdes smiled before unlocking Emily's wrist and ankle restraints.

"Ok strip. Take clothes off now," Lourdes ordered. "What if you carry knife, ha? Scissors?" Emily badly wanted to giggle but she could not. That ball in her mouth was just too secure. Lourdes had all the answers! Anyway, she had already thought to dress in her favourite lingerie before leaving. She had opted for shockingly red lace/satin panties worn over the matching suspenders holding her thigh high stockings up. An equally stunning lace/satin under wired lace bra set everything off. Sexy, sexy, sexy, Emily thought. Wearing beautiful lingerie while bound made her feel that much more feminine and in turn, far more helpless.

"Wow," Lourdes giggled. "Very maganda." She carefully inspected Emily's lingerie previously hidden under the conservative pantsuit she had been wearing. "I like." Suddenly, "I tie you now. Hands behind your back, please."

Emily could feel tears threatening while she wonderingly placed her hands behind her back for tying. In the exactly same manner that a lost traveller in a baking hot arid and waterless desert thoroughly appreciates that first precious sip of life-giving water, so too, did Emily understand fully what was happening to her. She was going to be tied up for the first time in something like eight or nine years. The last time that Emily had experienced the sweet kiss of the ropes around her hands had been when she was still at university. However, although her well-meaning girlfriends had tried to tie her up, their efforts had really only been half-hearted and each occasion (only around 4 or 5 times total during the 3 years she had spent there) had left Emily feeling unsatisfied although she tactfully refrained from telling them so. In fact, if you looked at it, Emily thought, the last person to tie her up properly had been Darren and that was over a decade ago. And she had not seen him since….

Emily shook with emotion before whimpering into her tight gag as she felt Lourdes pulling her hands together and facing them palm to palm before looping what felt like twin strands of rope around her wrists. She knew she was behaving like some emotional teenager but... This was her life. Being tied up was the best thing in the world - and it was a very special moment for her, especially after going without for so long. Lourdes was carefully snugging everything up now. A lark's head loop. Good. Emily felt herself relaxing further with the assurance that Lourdes really did know what she was doing. "I think already you want very much," Lourdes softly said, while she pulled the free ends through the loop, which she had created around Emily's wrists. "I will tie you good," she said. "You not want to escape, ha?" he giggled.

How had Lourdes known? Her voice had carried a complete understanding. Emily vowed to talk to her about all this later. But in the meantime… Emily shivered with delight as Lourdes firmly cinched everything up, tightening the ropes around her wrists. Not too tight, not loose, Emily marvelled. Just right… She had completed a couple more wraps around her wrists before beginning the cinching. Now Lourdes was very firmly knotting the free ends, which remained. Emily could feel gentle fingers pulling hard on the knots which had been carefully placed well out of reach of her fingers, just above her bonds, between the inside of her arms. Emily could feel a liquid warmth spreading around her groin and oozing down the insides of her thighs. Her panties were already soaked. Emily sighed with delight. She had forgotten just how good being tied up could be. What an immense turn on simply being bound and gagged was for her. Emily could feel her groin aching with a desire and longing that she had not felt in ages.

"I think already you not escape!" Lourdes happily laughed. She clapped her hands like a schoolgirl. Emily experimentally flexed her wrists. There was nothing vain about Lourdes' boast. Emily knew that she would be staying put for the duration. Stay put… she giggled to herself. Staiputt…

"Now I do your elbows," Lourdes commented. "I think elbows touch, maybe." Her voice softened again. "You want?" A brief giggle. "I not untie until dinner. Maybe!" she emphasised.

Emily had not experienced the pleasure of her elbows being made to touch after being bound together for a very long time. Again, Darren had been the last to bind her that way. She wondered if they would still touch. She was not a young girl anymore. Nevertheless, Emily knew she wanted to be elbow-bound very badly. That always made her feel especially helpless. Such ties felt great (done right) and they were virtually impossible to get out of. She slowly inclined her head. Emily hoped that Lourdes would make them touch.

"I tie tight," Lourdes grinned. "Maybe elbows touch. We see." Emily knew that Lourdes was fully aware of the pleasure that she was receiving from all this. It was also obvious that Lourdes was obtaining just as much, if more pleasure from the simple act of tying up her new friend. Suddenly, rope looped and tightened around her elbows. Emily groaned loudly with pure pleasure as Lourdes gently exerted a firm pressure on the ropes. She could feel her elbows being slowly drawn together. It was an exquisite feeling. Emily could feel her heart thudding like a piston as she struggled to remain upright. Her legs felt extremely rubbery. Oh the feeling! she thought.

Moments later, Emily's elbows had been pulled together and bound in place. Only the thickness of the cinching separated them. Emily could feel her breath coming in short gasps through the gag in her mouth. She was really helpless now! It was highly unlikely even God could conjure a miraculous escape from the bondage that she was being subjected to. Emily could not help noticing the way that having her elbows tied together seemed to make her stand up that much straighter. She could see her breasts being trusted out prominently forwards. It was a very nice feeling…

Emily had not felt this aware of her body since she was a young girl. Lourdes had contentedly and carefully carried on tying her up as though she was a mummy. I might as well be a mummy, Emily contentedly reflected. She could hardly move. Practically every inch of her body was already bound with rope. Lourdes had tightly secured Emily's arms to her back with still more rope, which she had tightly wrapped above and below her breasts. Mmmmm… The ropes were exerting a delicious pressure on her breasts. Emily could feel one set of cords pressing down on her breasts ever so gently while the other supported them. She giggled softly into her gag when she noticed how swollen her nipples were. More rope went over her shoulders and back, connecting everything in an interlocking web. Her legs had been thoroughly bound at ankles, knees (both above and below) and the thighs. Everything was wonderfully firm and Emily knew that no amount of struggling would ever shift her new bonds.

Being tied up like this felt a bit like being hugged all over, Emily thought. In a way, the ropes were (almost) a substitute for a lover's touch – they caressed her body from head to feet. She felt strangely safe and secure. No harm could befall her now. The ropes were her lover and protector.

"I think already you like very much, ha?" Lourdes complimented. "You like even more," she teased before tying another piece of rope around her waist. "I tie crotchrope now – You like!"

Even the ballgag firmly wedged in Emily's mouth was not enough to muffle her moans of pleasure as Lourdes tightened her crotchrope. She had carefully positioned it right over her clit and… oh my God! Emily groaned with pure pleasure as the cords began singing their siren song to her. She could feel them massaging both her crack and anus. Lourdes had cleverly tied little knots in her crotchrope, positioning them over both pleasure holes. Waves of pleasure coursed throughout her bound body. Her groin was tingling in a manner she had not previously thought possible. That crotchrope was already doing its work too well, Emily ruefully mused. She wanted to come very badly. Even making love had not been like this, Emily thought.

"You lie on bed now," Lourdes said. An amused yet sympathetic smile played around her lips. "I hogtie you now. Then you rest."

Rest?!? Surely that was an oxymoron, Emily thought. How was it possible to rest with that fiendishly tied crotchrope massaging her most private parts? Emily had a feeling she would be exhausted by the time dinner rolled around.

Emily wailed into her gag as Lourdes knotted everything off just above her elbows where they were well out of reach. Escape was far, far away. Her legs had been forced well back before being attached to her hands with several strands of rope. Emily was startled to find that she could easily touch the heels of her bound feet. It was one wonderfully tight hogtie. Lourdes had ensured Emily would not be able to untie her hogtie rope by running the rope back around her ankles and tying the ends off to the cords pinioning her elbows together.

"You rest now," Lourdes laughed. "I sleep too, then we have dinner, ha?"

What's the time? Emily wondered. As if guessing her thoughts, Lourdes consulted her watch and said, "It is two of the clock now. Dinner at seven. I untie you in four, five hours, ha?" Suddenly, "I think already you not escape, ha?" Softly, "Ikaw ayos?"

Emily readily nodded. She felt just fine. Wonderful, in fact. Her bondage was very tight but the circulation was just fine, no worries. She wondered how much more blissfully happy she could be. Yep. It had definitely been worth making the long trip just to be tied up like this. It was so deliciously tight and secure. She could feel her bonds creaking as she happily squirmed around on the bed. Love Bondage at its best. For Emily, the pleasure that she received from such bondage was all. She was a highly sensual creature who loved the feel of the tight ropes girdling her lithe body. It was also why fetish elements such as plastic rainwear, shiny PVC and leather were so important to her as well. Emily loved the look and feel of materials such as those. Rope added wonderfully to the whole mix. The administering of pain and domination such as formal 'Master' and 'Slave' relationships did nothing for her at all. Not that there was anything wrong with those more extreme activities – it just did not turn her on. That was why Staiputt existed, she knew – to help people like herself achieve their fantasies in a safe, supportive and private environment. This was relaxation therapy at its best, Emily mused, content to savour her bondage. Her bonds were rapidly becoming the centre of her existence… Who needed expensive shrinks when there were places like Staiputt? Emily thought.

Happily, Emily allowed her bondage to take control. She could hardly move at all. Everything felt wonderfully tight. She could wiggle her fingers and toes a little but that was about it. Her pussy was wet, wet, wet from the cords caressing her there. The tingling was building up to an all-encompassing roar. She could hardly bear the sensations flooding her groin and body. Emily knew that if she did not come now, she was going to scream. Slowly at first but with an ever-increasing pace, Emily bucked and strained against her bonds while she humped against her crotchrope. The way it rubbed against her like that… Lourdes had cunningly positioned the cords so that they rubbed directly against her love button nestling below the soft pink folds of her slit. It was a heavenly sensation. Eventually Emily could feel that familiar tingle building which told her she was about to come. Aching for release, she increased the tempo of her gyrations. Suddenly, Emily felt an explosive rush as she abruptly climaxed. She was distantly aware of herself screaming into her tight gag as she came and came. Drained and spent, Emily dreamily flopped back on her side. That had been one amazingly intense orgasm, she knew. What was it about being tied up that made her come like that? She could feel her love-juices soaking everything in the area around her groin. Utterly satiated, Emily allowed herself to relax, relax fully for the first time in months. After all, she was not going anywhere in a hurry, Emily knew. That was another good thing about bondage – it was relaxing because once bound, she could simply unwind for the very good reason she could not, did not have to worry about anything else. Time was ceasing to have any meaning. There was only her bondage and that was the sum of her existence. No more punishing schedules or mind-numbingly boring meetings. All tied up at work – ha!

That was the peculiar paradox of bondage. Her freedom had been wrenched away from her. Emily was not free – her tight bonds saw to that but in losing her freedom, she had been set free to wander the limitless boundaries that her mind offered while bound and gagged. Being tied up like that was so liberating, and that was one thing the opponents of bondage would never understand, she knew. The more radical feminists would see Emily's bondage as a form of subjugation. But subjugated to whom? Emily thought. Her bondage had nothing to do with subjugation and everything to do with sexual and emotional pleasure. She flexed each of her muscles, relishing the tightness of the ropes binding her before wriggling around again. She could feel herself becoming aroused again. Emily moaned softly into her gag – Her bonds just felt soooo good! She wanted to remain trussed up like this forever.

Suddenly, Emily felt eyes upon her. She had momentarily forgotten about Lourdes. She was propped up on the other bed watching Emily's happy squirming and struggling. "I think you fine, ha," Lourdes giggled. Emily flushed with embarrassment. She had practically just about bared her soul to Lourdes. However, her laughter was without malice. "Gusto kita naman… You know, I like too," she spoke. Suddenly, Emily noticed what she was doing. Lourdes had undressed, leaving only her white bra and panties on before tightly tying her legs together at ankles and knees. She had also added a crotchrope and she was happily pulling on it with her hands. "You very tired, stress before, I think," Lourdes commented "Stress gone, I see," she pronounced. "You look better now," she gleefully said. "See, tie-up very' good for you," she chortled. "I leave you here all night, maybe," she mused. "You like?"

Emily hurriedly shook her head. No!

A delighted giggle followed. "You not like?" Lourdes teased. "But you say you want tied up always, ha?" She grinned happily. "So I tie you up!" Lourdes looked thoughtful. "I tie you up, you stay tied up, ha?"

Emily wanted to laugh. She liked Lourdes and her wicked sense of humour very much. She was looking forwards to finding out more about her later – that was assuming she ever got to be untied though… In the meantime… Emily carefully shifted position and immediately felt a little more comfortable. Her bonds were very tight but she felt as though she was floating.

"I untie you soon," Lourdes consoled Emily. "Only teasing you." She looked reflective. "Maybe tomorrow, if you like, we tied up together. You like?"

Emily thought she would like that very much. Being bound with another like-minded person had been one of her recurring fantasies for years. She nodded her agreement. Even though she had only known the completely irrepressible Lourdes for a few hours, it felt like much longer. She felt completely comfortable with her. They would have a lot of fun together, she knew.

Emily shook her head. Her head felt fuzzy. And she could not move at all for some reason. Something was filling up her mouth. Suddenly, everything fell into place with blinding speed as she woke. So it had not just been some dream. Emily experimentally tested her bonds. Still as tight as ever. She had been tied up a few hours ago by Lourdes. Her body ached in places she never thought could ache but it was a nice ache, she thought. How long have I slept for? Emily wondered. She could hardly believe that she had managed to fall asleep like that. She glanced over in Lourdes direction. Emily grinned inwardly. Lourdes was also fast asleep. A silly little smile played around the ballgag strapped in her mouth. She had also handcuffed herself before beginning her siesta.

Suddenly another tingling sensation shot through her groin. Emily did not have to look to see how tender and inflamed her puss would be. That crotchrope had had almost four hours to work on her. She loved the way it burrowed into her crotch like that. She moaned with pent up desire and longing. Lourdes stirred but did not awake.

The pleasure was just too much. She could no longer bear it. It was the most wickedly tied crotchrope that she had ever experienced. It was just the most delicious torture, the way it rubbed up against her clit like that. There was absolutely no chance of shifting it either. It had been too well tied in place for that. Emily bucked and strained against the ropes holding her fast while she rode her way to another tempestuous orgasm.

She slumped back on the bed. That climax had been almost as intense as the first. Two shattering orgasms within the space of a couple or three hours may not sound like a lot but when they were as satisfying and emotionally draining as those, then two was more than enough…

Emily could feel the ropes tightly gripping her body while she slowly came down from the second climax. She could feel them digging into her skin and holding her fast. It was a heavenly feeling… It was just like being hugged and caressed all over and it made Emily feel wonderfully safe despite her complete helplessness. Emily did not want her bondage to end any time soon, despite the fact that her jaws were beginning to ache from being held apart for so long by that gag and the increasing strain on her arms and legs. Lourdes had given Emily little slack when tying her up. In fact, her bonds had seemed to get tighter, if anything, over the duration of her bondage. Emily estimated that she had been tied up for at least four hours now? Gagged for at least 5. She had no way of telling. Being bound and gagged did funny things to time, she knew. Nevertheless, Emily was delighted to know that it was almost certainly the longest time she had ever been kept bound like that since losing Darren when he had moved house and out of her life.

Darren… She still missed him. That cute smile. His funny personality. He had always possessed the rare knack of making people laugh. She had been stitches half the time when he was around; save for those times a gag was wedged in her mouth. And he had genuinely loved the ropes as well. His gentler side had shown then – Darren always took care to ensure she was not in pain, and more importantly, enjoying herself. She had loved him for that. There was even a word now for what he had done to her. Love Bondage… Those 'games' with Darren had been her first real 'Love Bondage' experiences. She knew that their so-called 'tying up competitions' had, in reality, been far more than just that. She still vividly remembered the first time she had come while bound and crotch-roped… He had snugged everything up just so… Emily giggled softly into her gag as she recalled having to take her soaking panties off and surreptitiously washing them, lest her mum detect the unmistakable smell of her arousal and possibly guess what had happened. Not for the first time, Emily wished that Darren could be here to share this with her. She wanted to make love to him after. Emily could not imagine how nice it would be to have a man fuck her whilst helplessly bound and gagged. Or simply, making love after coming down from her bondage. She sighed softly. Oh well… One day soon. It might not be Darren; she was realistic enough to know that but there would be a man in her life who would tie her up and…

Suddenly, Emily noticed Lourdes looking in her direction. A smile was playing around the gag in her mouth and her dark eyes radiated a warm merriment. She had woken and was lying quietly on the bed opposite. She could not help hoping that Lourdes had remembered to leave the keys to her cuffs within easy reach for they were still secured behind her back. Nevertheless, her fears were groundless. Lourdes heaved herself to a sitting position before reaching for the keys lying on the table next to her bed and unlocking her manacles. After freeing herself. Lourdes unbuckled her gag and laid it aside before smiling and asking, "Ikaw ayos? You sleep well, ha?"

How am I supposed to answer with that in my mouth? Emily thought. She shook her head in frustration hoping that Lourdes would take the hint. That big red ball had been all too firmly strapped in place for something like five hours now and her jaw was not used to that kind of pressure…

Lourdes giggled. "I ungag you now, ha?" She happily hopped over to where Lourdes was lying and sat down next to her. Emily could not help noticing how wet the area around her crotchrope was. It was obvious that she had also been having some fun along the way. "I take off now," she said. "You behave or I put back on," Lourdes teased. Emily eagerly nodded assent. It would be good to have that thing off. The area around her face was sticky with drool. Emily had been unable to help drooling while gagged.

"Ahhhhhh," she breathed as Lourdes gently eased the ball out of her mouth. That felt better… She gingerly worked her jaw up and down. It felt stiff from being held in place for so long. "Salamat."

Lourdes grinned and repeated her question. "Ikaw ayos?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Emily replied.

"Are you sure?" Lourdes pressed. Emily could hear the concern in her voice.

"Yes, really," Emily smiled. "I was just thinking about an old friend."

"A friend?"

Emily decided that she might as well explain. After all, Lourdes was a kindred spirit. She would understand. "Darren was…" she began. Hesitantly then with mounting confidence, Emily explained how they had been childhood playmates, the games they had played and how they had led to her getting tied up. Lourdes listened with rapt interest while Emily recounted their bondage games together and how she had come to love being tied up so much. The way that being tightly bound and gagged made her feel. They had inevitably begun to drift apart until he moved interstate. And that was that, she sadly concluded. "I was just thinking how much he would have liked this place," Emily said. "He loved bondage too, though that was not what we called it back then."

Lourdes looked thoughtful. "Maybe you meet again one day, ha?"

"I hope so…" Emily's voice was wistful.

"I pray to God for you," Lourdes firmly said. "Maybe He hear your prayers. You have faith, He listen."

Emily could not help feeling extremely moved. Lourdes was a lovely person. She hoped that she would also find love one day. "Thank you," she finally managed. She felt a little strange having a conversation like this while so thoroughly tied up. Nevertheless, it was also so liberating talking with someone like Lourdes while she was still roped up like that!

"I untie you now?" Lourdes asked. "Dinner ready soon."

Emily hesitated. She did not really want to be untied just yet. It would be like having to say goodbye to her lover, for in a sense her bonds caressed her all over with a lover's touch that no human hand could easily replicate.

Lourdes giggled, "I tie you again after dinner. I tie you very good! You like, ha?"

It was amazing how Lourdes seemed to be able to sense her moods like that, Emily thought. "Ok, you untie me now," Emily reluctantly said. Oh well. She wondered if Lourdes would tie her up and keep her bound during the night to come.

"I tie you up after dinner, you stay tied up, I not untie you until morning!" Lourdes laughed. "I think already you want that, ha?"

"I want," Emily confirmed. What was she letting herself in for? she wondered. She wondered if she could take it. She already knew petite Lourdes well enough to know that she would keep her promise.

A gleeful expression crossed Lourdes' elfin face. "I think already you may not thank me tomorrow, ha?"

Emily laughed. "Perhaps," she hedged.

Lourdes grinned and walked over to the front window before peering out. "It is raining," she announced. "Raining hard," she explained. "Is monsoon rain, we get very much rain this year."

"Maybe I better wear my raincoat," Emily mused. She wondered which one to wear – the glass-clear one or her favourite shiny yellow PVC raincoat.

"You like to wear raincoat?" Lourdes asked.

"I certainly do."

"Maybe I tie you in raincoat," Lourdes offered, "You like?"

Emily's breath caught. It really did seem she was going to spend literally every waking hour bound in some way or another and the thought thrilled her. Breathlessly, she nodded. She could feel the tension slackening off her arms as Lourdes undid the hogtie rope connecting her hands and elbows to both feet. It was heavenly being able to stretch her legs out again, Emily thought. They were feeling rather stiff now. Emily sighed softly and stretched luxuriously after the last ropes sloughed off her body. Nevertheless, she still felt wobbly and rubbery as long unused muscles slowly regained movement.

Red ropemarks scored almost every inch of Emily's slim body. It was easy to see how tightly she had been bound. Wonderingly, she traced the patterns that they had made with her fingers. Lourdes had used braided nylon rope to tie her – it made for great looking ropemarks. They would take a long time to fade, Emily knew. She always enjoyed looking at them. When she had been a kid, everyone even her parents had teased her about the ropemarks left on her body, particularly during summer when she was not wearing much. It was always nice coming down like this, Emily mused while Lourdes gently massaged the life back into her stiff arms and legs. She could feel herself relaxing more and more with each hour that passed here. God only knows how much I needed that, Emily thought.