Relaxation Therapy 14 | restaurant bondage story

Jolina was in the final after another hour of intense competition weeded out the also-rans. Emily was besides herself with excitement while Jolina lazily stretched her arms and legs like a cat before sauntering up on the stage. Unsurprisingly, Jolina was up against the Sannomiya girl who'd condemned each successive opponent to a long night in bound purgatory. They would have to wait until tomorrow to find out who'd won. Shinobu was all smiles while she faced off against Jolina and Emily was desperately worried for her friend.

How would she cope against the Japanese invasion? All the Japanese guests (except possibly Miyu) were noisily cheering their hero on stage after being invited to join Jolina. However, there was little doubt who the majority of the large crowd wanted to win. As one of their own, the Staiputt girls hoped Jolina would win. The remainder of the guests were supporting Jolina because they wanted to see Shinobu receive her comeuppance. Everybody loves an underdog and Jolina certainly was it. Shinobu Sannomiya had slipped out of ties tighter than anything Jolina had produced tonight. She hadn't even been required to tie a single knot after disposing of everybody with effortless ease. Even if Shinobu had to go first, Emily still couldn't see how Jolina could win. She sighed while a huge roar echoed around the restaurant as Jolina joined Shinobu.

The bookies certainly agreed because the weight of betting was on the smiling Japanese who'd stripped down to her cute little schoolgirlish navy blue cotton bloomer pants and white tee. Her slightly crooked teeth were very white against her tanned skin and dark glossy hair. Despite the generous odds (a ridiculous 4/1) being offered about Jolina with Shinobu being kept safe at 1/50 on, there were very few takers except for a few diehard Staiputt girls who were obviously betting more out of loyalty rather than any real hope she would win.

"Jolina from Staiputt up against Shinobu all the way from far away Japan," Nympha cried out. "Who will win? Rubber-limbed escape artist Shinobu or… our Jolina, the one and only maganda Jolina Magdann…gal!" she said and Emily grinned while the cheering reached a crescendo. It wasn't bleeding half-obvious where Nympha's loyalties lay. So much for neutrality here.

"Before we begin, on behalf of Club Staiputt and everybody here tonight, I would like to congratulate each contestant for such a wonderful performance," Nympha smiled while she glanced over in Jolina's direction. "As a contest of skill, both Jolina and Shinobu both deserve our gratitude and admiration for providing such a great show. The art of ligotage, shibari or simply bondage is a skilful one indeed and both girls have shown they've got what it takes."

Was there just the slightest amount of irony in Nympha's delivery? Skilful one indeed. Shinobu was smirking again while she gazed around the crowd and Emily decided that she didn't like her. Nothing concrete, just a feeling. Perhaps Shinobu was just a little too cocky for her own good. Put the pressure on and she would go to pieces. But how? Emily wondered.

"Jolina win," Lourdes chuckled.

"Huh?"

"You wait and see. She very smart."

"Lourdes, I wish I shared your confidence," Emily sighed. "But Shinobu is the best escape artist I've ever seen. She's right up there with Baylea Kensington and she was brilliant. The best ever. This girl is a natural."

"Mmhgmmm…" Lourdes was suddenly thoughtful. "I know her. She very good ha? But Jolina know every trick. She win. You see."

A sudden roar suddenly captured her attention and Emily hurriedly spun around to see what was going on. Jolina was speaking to Shinobu who suddenly looked much less happier before reluctantly nodding. What was all that about? Emily wondered. A second later, she found out.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Nympha was besides herself. "Shinobu and Jolina have a side bet on the final! The loser spends twelve hours in her choice of the World's Worst Hogtie as practised by Jolina or twenty-four, yes that's twenty-four hours in full-body rubber enclosure in the bondage bag." Emily closed her eyes before gulping. Jolina's hogtie must be really bad if the alternative was double that in the bondage bag with all that entailed. A couple of assistants were already laying out the ropes to be used for binding the loser and Emily couldn't help gasping. There was so much cord! Shinobu's smile was back although it no longer reached the edges of her mouth while she apprehensively studied the dildo panties, rubber enclosure suits and the bodybag with its intimidating collection of straps being laid out. They weren't mucking around were they? The stakes were suddenly much higher and Emily could only hope that Lourdes knew what she was doing.

The cheering was louder than ever and Emily badly wanted to laugh. This was positively bizarre. How was she ever going to tell her friends about the very special holiday she was enjoying? This beat hell out of cane-toad races and its attendant prizes of slabs of half-warm Fosters held at the old pub down by Airlie Beach in Far North Queensland.

Lourdes was laughing and laughing. "You see?" she chortled. "Jolina trick Shinobu. You wait, ha?"

Nympha was speaking again and the excited hubbub suddenly stilled as she said, "The rules are the same as before, but each girl receives five minutes after being tied up to escape. As before, in the event of a tie, the winner is the one who loses the least points for over-tightness or lack of neatness." Her warm smile travelled around the audience before continuing. "The loser will be tied up and remain bound until midnight tomorrow."

The large room was quiet as Nympha produced a coin. "The winner of the toss may decide who will go first." Her voice was brisk, businesslike. "As Shinobu is our guest, I will ask Jolina to toss the coin and Shinobu, it's your call."

Visibly tense, both contestants simply nodded before Jolina accepted the coin. "Heads," said Shinobu.

Without any further ado, Jolina flipped it high in the air. You could've heard a pin drop while the silver coin glittered in the light before spinning downwards, Emily thought. The tension was so acute one could cut it with a knife while it clattered on the planking before spinning around once and lying still.

All three girls glanced downwards as one.

"Tails," Nympha said followed by a huge cheer. The Staiputt girls were bouncing up and down as if cheering their side on in a football final.

"You call," Nympha said although everyone knew what Jolina would say.

"I go first," Jolina said and Emily shook her head. "Tie Shinobu first."

Whaaaat? Jolina was fucked, not to put too fine a point on it. The shocked Staiputt girls were suddenly quiet and Emily wondered if Jolina had taken leave of her senses.

However, Jolina appeared anything but concerned. Her beautiful face was as serene as ever and Emily wondered why. The odds were stacked against her. She was good but Shinobu was better.

Shinobu was lying down on the mat now and Emily leant forwards while a chant of "Jolina!" punctuated by loud hand clapping began. "Jolina! Jol-i-na!" Her heart was a drum while she anxiously waited for the contest to begin. In keeping with the importance of the final, not one but two rubber-suited timekeepers were keeping watch and Emily recognised one of them as the girl who'd adjudged her losing bout earlier. Their red and yellow rubber suits were very bright against the brown of Jolina's skin while she carefully knelt alongside the supine Shinobu. The Sannomiya girl was scrupulously obeying convention with her arms neatly tucked in by her sides and legs drawn tightly together. She was clearly determined to stick to the letter of the rules and why wouldn't she? Emily thought. Shinobu had kicked everybody's arses so far. There were seven bound and gagged girls bearing mute testimony to her prowess. None of them would take any further part in tonight's festivities; indeed most of them were destined to remain bound until tomorrow lunchtime. Was Jolina destined to become Number 8?

"Ready… Get set…." A deadly hush descended like a curtain and Emily even forgot about the discomfort of her personal sauna suit while Jolina instinctively tensed. Fortunately, she had a good view so she could see what was happening.

"Gooooo!" Nympha's hand swept downwards to begin the contest.

Jolina's hands were a blur as she leapt into action. The Staiputt girls were screaming as one while she began working on Shinobu. The noise was unbelievable but Emily hardly noticed the roar while she disbelievingly stared.

Perhaps, just perhaps Jolina had outsmarted Shinobu after all. She was tying the Japanese girl's arms together above her elbows. Several very tight wraps and an even tighter couple of cinches and knots later, Jolina swiftly moved downwards before lashing Shinobu's hands together with lightning speed. Only two wraps but they were tight ones. Tight and neat.

Cinch. Knot. The cheering was louder than ever as everybody realised that Jolina was suddenly in with a real chance of winning. Her hands were a blur as she attached the second rope to the first before pulling Shinobu's legs backwards and drawing everything between her ankles. Seconds later, they'd been lashed together.

Emily could only marvel at Jolina's cunning and skill while she tied up Shinobu. Incredibly, a couple of feet of rope was still left and Jolina quickly passed the ends around the cords lashing Shinobu's elbows together before tying what had to be the tightest knots she'd ever seen, way out of reach of her opponent's hands.

"Beauty of Merciless Domination - Realless FemDom Art"

Barely 90 seconds had elapsed and Jolina sat up with a satisfied smile as the timekeepers clicked their stopwatches between the loudest cheering she'd heard all day. The Staiputt girls were besides themselves.

"98 seconds!" both girls called out and the crowd erupted again. It wasn't the best time of the day but surely there was no way Shinobu could better Jolina's still excellent time unless of course, she escaped first? - thus rendering the question academic.

Shinobu's face was unhappy while she frantically flopped about like a freshly caught fish. She'd exploded into action as soon as Jolina retreated and the crowed was anxiously watching every contortion while she twisted one way and that – but the ropes held.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that try as she might, Shinobu wasn't going anywhere and the crowd noise was exponentially rising with every minute the creaking, taut cords held. Emily couldn't help admiringly shaking her head while Shinobu launched herself into a barrel roll. If there ever was a true test of Jolina's ability, this was it. Spittle was flying everywhere from the gag strapped in Shinobu's mouth but this didn't deter the closest spectators who crowded in like lions closing in for the kill.

Emily couldn't believe how much energy the girl had. Four minutes now and Shinobu still wasn't ready to admit defeat. About the only one displaying any calm was Jolina who sat silent and still while Shinobu tried to consign her to a night of very tight bondage. Her face was serene although a twitch in one eye betrayed her anxiety. Clever, cunning Jolina. She'd pulled a real swifty. It would be very interesting to see how Shinobu handled this setback. So far, she'd never been really tested. Of course she could still win but to do so, she would have to better Jolina's time and unless the girl was some kind of magician, Emily couldn't see how this was going to happen. 98 seconds was a very, very good time.

Eventually, Nympha's "Ok, time's up!" command arrived and Shinobu slumped downwards as if shot. Red-faced and gasping, all she could do was heave for breath. Suddenly Emily realised that Jolina must've planned this all along. She'd already succeeded in demoralising as well as thoroughly putting Sannomiya-chan well and truly off balance. Shinobu was visibly tiring now and Emily silently cheered. Clever, clever little Jolina. No wonder Jolina hadn't worried about losing the toss. She'd known Shinobu would go all out with trying to escape.

Jolina was untying Shinobu whose smile had all but vanished now. After being unbound, Shinobu wearily windmilled her aching arms before reluctantly assuming the position. Jolina's face betrayed little emotion as she laid down before waiting for Shinobu to begin tying her. Shinobu's hands were shaking and Emily couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the girl. The pressure had to be immense. The restaurant was a Roman coliseum and Shinobu was the sacrificial victim with a hostile crowd ready to give her the thumbs down. They were already baying for blood while Nympha began the countdown. "…set…Go!"

The ropes were going everywhere except around Jolina's wrists and the cheering and yelling steadily increased in volume while the visibly shaken girl continued wrestling with the knots. She was clearly anything but experienced – and Shinobu suddenly looked what she was – an overenthusiastic sub who'd bitten off more than she could chew. At last she completed lashing Jolina's hands together but only just – and Emily wondered if her bonds would hold. Emily held her breath as Shinobu carefully bound Jolina's feet together. She'd already lost and only pride was left now – that plus a day/night in the World's Worst Hogtie or the bondage bag to think about. Eventually Shinobu was done, leaving Jolina bound, gagged and hogtied in front of her. Competent but far from brilliant.

Jolina was experimentally testing everything now while the crowd roared approval. She was sliding her wrists up and down, trying to find a weak link. Realising that she was barking down the wrong road, Jolina quickly changed tack. She flopped on her side before drawing her legs as far backwards as they would go and Emily suddenly realised where Shinobu had slipped up. She should've tied the knots attaching Jolina's hogtie rope to everything on the outside of her ankles where she couldn't reach them – not the inside.

Shinobu's face was a study in disbelief and horror as Jolina leisurely unpicked each granny knot before straightening her legs and squirming around until she was ready to administer the coup de grace. She slid her hands beneath her shapely bottom before bringing everything around in front of her and happily unbuckling her gag. The end was almost anti-climactic. With her mouth and teeth available, picking away on the ropes lashing her wrists together was child's play and Jolina was free exactly two minutes after being tied up.

Bitterly disappointed, Shinobu buried her face in her hands while Jolina was engulfed in a screaming mass of girls. Emily couldn't believe that she'd not only won but also done so in such convincing fashion. As if bettering Shinobu's time wasn't enough, she'd also actually escaped as well. Unbelievable. Real poetic justice huh? Nympha was trying very hard to avoid grinning and miserably failing while the cheering actually increased. Jolina was certainly undeniably popular here wasn't she? Although Emily was glad Shinobu had lost, she couldn't help feeling sorry for the disconsolate girl while Nympha laughingly tried to regain some semblance of order.

Suddenly Shinobu stood and Emily tensed. What was she going to do? She wasn't one of those…

Walking over where the cords had been neatly laid out for the loser. Picking up a hank of rope. Approaching Jolina…

Suddenly the milling mass of people miraculously separated, leaving Jolina in the middle. Without hesitating, Shinobu ceremoniously handed her conqueror the rope before bowing, then spinning around and presenting her hands for binding in one fluid moment.

Jolina took the rope from Shinobu's hands before pulling her into a big hug and Emily could feel her throat tightening while the girls embraced. That was one of the things she loved so much about Staiputt. Everybody was so nice here. Even Shinobu. She'd just lost in fairly humiliating circumstances with a largely hostile crowd cheering her opponent on and yet… Although Emily didn't know much about Japanese culture, she knew enough to know that Shinobu had suffered massive loss of face in the eyes of her disappointed countrymen and her admiration for the girl increased. Shinobu was such a good sport. Why had she ever disliked the girl? She couldn't hear what they were saying but both girls were smiling.

The crowd was obviously equally appreciative because everybody was clapping and Emily sensed that the warm applause was as much for Shinobu and her sportsmanship as much as it was for Jolina.

"Wowww… What a great contest that was," Nympha beamed. "I would like to say Maraming salamat, to both Shinobu and Jolina for providing such a great show. It was one of the best finals I've seen for a long time. Sometimes already I think it is a shame we have to have a loser because you are both winners in my eyes." She paused before glancing around and continuing. "First of all, I would like to congratulate our runner-up, Shinobu Sannomiya for making the final and also… for your wonderful sportsmanship and grace in losing. Shinobu, please accept our cheque for two hundred and fifty dollars. I hope it helps provide some consolation although I do feel very sure you will find plenty of ways to spend the money tonight…"

Everybody laughed including Shinobu who already had her hands bound behind her back. She'd insisted that Jolina tie them together before the presentation. "I think so too," Shinobu giggled before her face suddenly grew serious. "I would like to congratulate Jolina-chan for winning. Very well done. I think you did a great job. I was so surprised when you escaped. But… don't worry, I'll be back next year. So watch out!"

"Salamat Shinobu," Jolina smiled. "I will see you next year then."

"Yes, next year," Shinobu laughed. "You will tie me good tonight?"

"You want?"

"I want," Shinobu sighed. "I like being tied tight very much."

"Don't worry, of course I will be more than happy to oblige."

"I bet you will," Shinobu giggled. "Do your worst, ok?"

"Well, since our guest can hardly wait, I had better wrap up everything," Nympha smiled. "Mustn't keep Shinobu waiting. Anyway, it gives me great pleasure to announce the winner of our monthly speed Hogtie competition, Binibini Jolina Magdangal from Staiputt!"

The roar that followed almost lifted the roof off the restaurant as the delighted Staiputt girls sang and danced around the restaurant with exuberant joy and Emily had to laugh. The beautiful, uninhibited girls were so full of life! Despite the sticky cloying heat, they were bouncing around with unrestrained abandon.

"Congratulations, Jolina," Nympha said as she handed the cheque over. "… and Maraming salamat for such a wonderful performance. Well done." Emily could feel her chest tightening as Jolina's eyes misted over. It was obvious how much the money meant to her. "What will you do with your money?" Nympha smiled.

"I will buy a new rubber suit," Jolina thoughtfully replied. She could feel her privates tingling with the excitement of buying her first rubber suit. Her very own. "The rest, I will save for a house."

"That sounds like a wonderful plan," Nympha smiled. "I really hope you achieve all your dreams."

"Me too…" Jolina sighed. There was also a man as well. Someone who'd treated her like a queen last time he was here…. but there was no way she was telling anyone.

Emily was happy for Jolina. She deserved her win and from the way the crowd was reacting, everybody apparently thought so as well. She glanced around the restaurant before yawning. She was just about worn out from the excitement of the last couple of days. The constant sexual tension her rubberwear and bondage was creating was also really draining as well. If only she could stretch outwards. Stretching always helped when she was really tired. Just one of those things to relieve those little aches and pains only rest could assuage. However, there wasn't much she could do except impotently wriggle and squirm from one side to another. With her hands bound behind her back and feet securely lashed to the heavy rear stays of the chair, there was no way she could loosen up, as it were. Those straps were unrelentingly tight. The fact Lourdes was similarly bound was of little consolation.

"Ooowwwwzzzzzzz… Tired huh?" Lourdes giggled.

"Oo," Emily sighed. "It's been a big day."

"Maybe already we go to bed now, ha?" Lourdes smiled. "You sleep good, ha?"

"Uhuh," Emily slowly replied while her chest contracted. It was all right for Lourdes. She wasn't the one forced to spend the night in the World's Worst Hogtie. However, the last thing Emily wanted Lourdes (or Jolina) to think was that she couldn't hack it or simply wasn't keen. "Like a log."

"Huh?"

"Sorry… 'Like a log'… It means to sleep really well."

"Haaa… I get it now!" Lourdes exclaimed. "O'po, we sleep very well tonight, ha?"

Emily smiled before glancing around. The restaurant was beginning to empty now although there were still plenty of people left. Most of the Staiputt girls were still there. Most of them had dragged the cords out and they were happily tying each other up. Some of the girls were clearly being bound for the night (The tightness and elaborateness of their bonds suggested that they weren't just for show) and Emily could hardly tear her eyes away from the impromptu show they were providing.

"Is in their contract," Lourdes suddenly said. "Some girls insist on being tied up every night, wanna be bound and gagged before bed, ya. Not happy unless tied up. Most want rope but some sleep in rubber bondage sack every night."

"Wowww…" Emily was stunned as well as enormously impressed. The real deal huh? "What about when they're on duty though? Like you?"

"We try to match girls to Masters or tops," Lourdes mused. "Or bottoms naman. Then everyone is happy, ya." Her face was reflective. "Me, I switch so assign to you, ha."

Emily couldn't help grinning. "Thanks… I'm really glad they gave you to me."

"Oo, me naman," Lourdes giggled.

"So you don't usually sleep while you're tied up as well?"

"Mmm… Sometimes," Lourdes mused. "I like. But…" Suddenly schoolgirlish-giggly, she blushed before looking away. "But only if not really tired or working becoz… I get too excited, ya. Not sleep good."

Emily laughed. "I know what you mean. I understand."

Suddenly Jolina reappeared before smiling. "Are you tired now?"

"Ummm…" Emily bit her lip. "Yes, we are both feeling a little sleepy."

"Good," Jolina smiled. "You go to bed now, ha?" She beamed downwards like a mother duckling regarding its brood. "Then I tie you up."

"Yeah I know," Emily sighed. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten.

"You not like?" Jolina giggled. "Too bad. We make deal, keep deal, ya. Anyway…" She glanced around before continuing. "I tie up Shinobu now. She wants me to tie her. Says she lost so I tie her tight. So… someone will take you back to your room."

"Oh I see…" Emily began to hope.

"You have a shower, change," Jolina said before baldly continuing. "I will finish tying up Shinobu first then I will return. Don't worry Binibini Emily, I always keep my promise. I will tie you up but good, ya. Sleep tight, not escape."

Oh no… Emily thought. That's exactly what I was worried about. However, there was no way she was going to let on. Her heart was a hammer while she mildly replied, "Thanks… You're all heart."

"Um…" Lourdes suddenly interrupted. "If you tie Emily, you tie me too, ha?"

"I tie you same as Emily, you stay tied," Jolina calmly replied.

"Uhmm, Lourdes… thanks, I appreciate it but… there's no need," Emily said.

"No, no!" Lourdes protested. "You're my friend. If Jolina tie you, she tie me naman."

"She's going to tie me up really tight, she said so."

"Is Ok," Lourdes giggled. "We will be tied up together, you like?"

"Oo, very much," Emily smiled. Suddenly she felt much better about the whole thing. Besides it would be fun being tied up together again, the same way she'd been bound and gagged alongside her friends all those years ago. Especially that companionship thing. The heat between her legs was back again as well and Emily suddenly realised how much she wanted all this.

Suddenly a very large girl materialised out of nowhere and Emily gasped. The woman facing them was huge. Not so much fat as simply… big. She was wearing a blue guard's uniform which could've come straight out of the infamous Australian 'Prisoner' drama series and Emily couldn't help wondering what she was doing here. A billy club hung from one huge hip while the other sported a radio and several pairs of handcuffs. Her elephantine bulk dwarfed even the table the girls were clustered around and Emily stared into her round face. Her tiny round eyes looked like raisins amongst her wide, round cheeks. If ever a pair of lips could be called Rubenesque, those could be it, Emily thought while she curiously studied the woman. A Titian mane of glossy curly hair softened everything and Emily decided that she liked her as a glimmer of a smile appeared. She could be hard, yes – but there was nothing about her features which suggested any trace of meanness. She obviously took pride in her appearance because her uniform was immaculately clean – and despite her size, there was nothing shapeless or baggy about her blouse or neat tailored pants.

"This is Jhenneth," Jolina said. "She will look after you until I return."

"I'm sure she will," Emily weakly replied as Jhenneth giggled and curtsied with a feminine grace belying her bulk.

"Jhenneth runs the jail here," Lourdes contributed.

"The what?" Startled and confused, Emily asked, "The… jail?"

"Oo," Jolina smiled. "Some people, they have a prisoner fantasy. Want to be kept chained up, locked behind bars. Can sign up as long as you like in Staiputt Jail."

"Oh." Emily was amazed. Was there no end to the wonders of Staiputt? "Uh, how long?"

"What is the longest anyone has stayed there?" Jolina asked.

"Six months," Jhenneth replied in a surprisingly soft voice. "Ask to be kept gagged and chained throughout. Of course, we oblige. Stay in cell, we not let out until his time is up. Sign disclaimer, no safe word release. Let out only if really compelling medical reason or family emergency." Her voice was suddenly wondering. "He wants to return. Stay twelve months. Bound, gagged and chained up twenty-four/seven. He is home now, arranging his affairs, then return."

"Oh my word…" Emily disbelievingly shook her head. There was no way she could handle this kind of… enforced captivity. "Is it a real jail?"

"Oh yes!" Jolina giggled. "Wanna find out?"

"Umm… I don't think so," Emily smiled.

"It is real," Jhenneth assured Emily in her soft contralto. ""Before our jail is built, Staiputt look at other prisons around the world. Model on Pentridge from Melbourne, Broadmoor, Alcatraz. Like Shawshank naman. Remember film? Then build. Do time hard here. No air-con or soft beds! Reveille at dawn, roll call. Just like real jail."

"What's the food like?"

"Food? What food?" Jhenneth slowly replied.

"Oh my God…" Emily gulped. She hoped Jhenneth was joking.

Lourdes' loud laugh split the sudden silence. "Food is ayos. Can order real prison food, very bad, ya. Others just want jail experience only, bring food in from restaurant."

"Do you receive many... prisoners?" Emily asked.

"Oh yes," Jhenneth smiled. "We have a waiting list. People come from all over the world."

"Oh my word…" Emily was stunned. Staiputt Jail was probably the only prison in the world people queued up to join as inmates.

"Jhenneth just finish her shift, she agree to look after you until I return," Jolina said. "Well, I better go now, see you later, ha?"

"Ok… see you later," Emily nervously gulped. The ropes were really waiting…

The rubber-clad girl who'd taken their travelling chains and gags was back and Jhenneth happily accepted everything from her before re-gagging Emily and Lourdes. Her face was hot and flushed from rushing around and Emily grinned before Jhenneth pushed the plug gag home. How long had that poor girl been gagged for? Her ball gag was still as securely strapped between her ruby lips as ever. Her arms were still strapped together behind her back as well and Emily guessed that she would not be unhappy when her shift ended.

Ever bit as careful and methodical as Jolina, Jhenneth did not untie Emily from the chair where she'd been kept bound for most of the evening until she'd applied her leg cuffs and chains before attending to Lourdes. At last they were ready to go and Emily reluctantly farewelled Sir Walter and Miyu although it would've been nice to express herself beyond a heavily muffled grunt. However, they seemed to understand her situation and Emily hoped she would see them tomorrow while they shuffled out the restaurant in a clinking, jangling procession.

There was any number of bound guests being led to the sanctuary of their rooms and Emily smiled before wondering what the night would bring. What would this "World's Worst Hogtie" she'd kept hearing about actually be like?