Clare
walked out of the room, with the lively, rhythmic beat of the music still
pounding in the background. She wiped
the sweat from her face, then went across the passage to the shower room to
study herself in the mirror and was not a bit surprised to see her face bright
red, considering that the remainder of her body clad in the glistening black
rubber of a sweat suit. With a sigh of
relief that her ordeal was over, she started to pull the zip of the suit down,
when a young woman, dressed in a crisp, neat white uniform, came bustling into
the room and walked up to Clare. It was
one of the supervisors of the health clinic.
"You weren't thinking of taking
that sweat suit off were you, Miss Barber?" she asked in a matronly,
authoritative tone, which gave no allowance for disobedience.
"Er,
no!" replied Clare, hastily pulling the zip up again and sealing in all
the perspiration she had hoped to wash away in the welcoming shower. "I only came in for a pee."
"Well, as soon as you are
finished," the supervisor told her.
"We want to see you in the sauna."
"But I'll melt if I keep this
thing on in the sauna," complained Clare, looking longingly at the
refreshing showers, so near at hand.
"I'm boiling away inside this thing already."
"You won't have to spend long
in there," came the positive reassurance. "I have you booked in for deep massage
in fifteen minutes and I just want to make sure that all your pores are open
and all those nasty toxins are purged from your body. We will feel so much better afterwards."
Clare was quite certain that `we'
would have to be poured from the rubber suit in liquid form, if she was made to
sweat any more but the supervisor was not a person to take no for an answer.
"It's not the afterwards I'm
bothered about, right at this moment," replied Clare, trying to plead with
the woman. "Couldn't I just skip
the sauna bit and go for a nice relaxing massage?"
"Oh, do come along, Miss
Barber," said the supervisor impatiently.
"You're making far too much fuss about nothing. You should try an extended body wrap, then you wouldn't be able to get out of it."
With that, the woman in the white
uniform stalked out of the door, leaving Clare to have her pee and then
continue her sweating existence in the sauna.
A quarter of an hour later and by
the feel of it, several gallons of body fluids lighter, Clare was at last
allowed to strip off the rubber sweat suit and thankfully lie down on the
table, in preparation for her massage.
Instead of the expected muscular
she-male, the masseuse was an attractive blonde of reasonable proportions,
although that didn't reduce the torture associated with deep massage but at
least, between Clare's grunts and groans, she managed to hold a conversation
with the girl, even if the girl didn't seem to pause for breath, as she worked
away at Clare's prone body.
"This thing they call body
wrap?" Clare asked, as the blonde pounded away at muscles she had never
realised existed. "What do they do
to you?"
"A body wrap is what it says it
is," replied the blonde. "They
wrap you up in tight bandages and use various methods to make you sweat all the
poisons out of your entire body."
"Then what did the supervisor
mean," asked a puzzled Clare.
"When she said that if I had an extended body wrap, I wouldn't be
able to get out of it?"
"The usual body wrap is where
the whole body is covered up, leaving the head free, so that the client can be
fed and watered to compensate for the loss of body fluid and that is what is
usually known as a full body wrap," she explained and Clare, her breath
momentarily squashed from her body, could only nod, to indicate that she
understood.
"The extended body wrap,"
the girl continued, "is where you
not only have your whole body wrapped up but also your head, so that your
complete body perspires and works out the toxins from deep down in your skin. It is particularly good for the face and
those who can put up with it, swear that it makes them look years younger and I must agree, it does work wonders."
"So how long can the client
tolerate such treatment?"
"That's the problem," the
blonde replied. "At the moment, we
only do it for a short while. We really
don't know what effect it would have over a much longer period but we would
like to find out. If you saw the results
of an hour or so, you would realise that if it could be carried out over a
really long period, it would virtually amount to rejuvenation."
"It sounds as if you might be
getting into bondage," said Clare with a cheeky grin. "It certainly sounds a bit sado-masochistic."
"Oh, you know about such
things, do you?" enquired the blonde, as she finished the session by
turning Clare over on to her back and wiping of the excess oils.
"I might," said Clare
cautiously, with a mischievous grin.
"We all have our funny little ways."
The masseuse wiped the beads of
sweat from around Clare's legs and noticed that the wet, sticky patch between
the legs was nothing to do with perspiration but a lot to do with natural
lubrication, oozing out from Clare's mound.
She took a tissue and gently wiped across the entrance to Clare's hole
and Clare gave an involuntary twitch as contact was made with the sensitive
area.
"It looks as if something is
getting a bit excited," observed the blonde, with a coy smile
"Sorry," Clare said,
blushing and crossing her legs in embarrassment. "It must have been all that talk about
body wrapping."
"Don't be sorry," the blonde
reassured her. "You would be
surprised how many of our customers get a buzz out of such things, although
most won't admit it. By the way, did it
do anything for you, wearing the rubber sweat suit?"
"How did you know?" asked
Clare, sitting up on the table, somewhat surprised by the girl's insight. "Did it show that much?"
"No, not really but again, it
is one of the things our clients seem to enjoy and we have quite a few who keep
coming back, again and again. I think
they do it because they get a kick out of it.
Not exactly a cheap thrill at our prices but that doesn't seem to bother
them."
Clare climbed down from the table,
as the blonde walked away, then paused, turning back to face Clare.
"If you really do have
experience in such things as bondage, we might be able to find a job for
you," she said, searching Clare's face for a response. "As well as the actual health clinic, we
run a very successful research department which looks into all aspects of
maintaining a healthy lifestyle and we would like to find out a lot more about
what you would call the bondage scene, although we certainly don't call it
that."
"I can appreciate that,"
said Clare with a knowing smile.
"But the job sounds interesting.
Who would I need to see about it?"
"Doctor Gerald is the head of
the research unit," replied the blonde.
"We have just managed to gain a sizeable grant for research into
the benefits of such treatment but it is proving extremely difficult to find
people with the expertise. I am sure
that someone like you would fill the slot nicely. I can't make any promises as it isn't up to
me but I will have a word with Doctor Gerald if you like?"
Clare thought for a few seconds.
"All right!" she said
excitedly. "After all, I've nothing
to lose, have I?"
"Only some weight if you get
yourself a free body wrap," joked the blonde, then
laughed. "Not that you need to
reduce weight. You are fine as you
are."
"I would still like to try
it," said Clare with a grin.
"Just the thought of it makes me feel randy."
The blonde laughed again, then threw Clare some towels.
"Help yourself to a shower and
when you're dressed," she said.
"I'll take you along to see Doctor Gerald."
A short while later, Clare had been
taken to Doctor Gerald's office and sat in the reception area until she was
called.
Suddenly, the door to the doctor's
office swung open and a tall woman in her thirties, dressed in a crisp white
overall coat, stood there, looking across at Clare.
"Do come in, won't you,"
she said, with the most charming of smiles and as Clare entered the room, the
woman held out her hand to introduce herself.
"I'm Doctor Gerald."
"Oh!" exclaimed Clare in
surprise. "I was er, rather expecting ...... "
"... a
man?" interrupted the doctor.
"Everybody makes that mistake.
It's the name you see. Gerald is
my surname and not a Christian name. My
first name is Melanie although I would prefer it if you called me Mel."
"Thank you Mel," said
Clare, as she settled herself down in a chair facing the desk and waited for
the doctor to speak.
"I expect you have been told
that we are looking for someone with experience in bondage and similar
interests," began the doctor.
"We get a surprising number of ladies asking discretely if we give
those sort of services, so we started looking into the
question of why there should be a demand for such things but it created more
questions than answers."
"I can imagine," said
Clare understandingly. "It's not
the sort of thing you can shout from the roof tops."
"Exactly!" replied Mel, in
agreement. "We found that although
most of them are not lesbian, they would prefer that any attention they
received, at least in the initial stages, would be female to female. I am sure that a lot of them would be
delighted to find the right man eventually but it is such a secret world, that
there are most certainly thousands upon thousands of males and females out
there, without a hope of ever finding a suitable partner."
"So you intend to restrict your
researches to females?" asked Clare.
"Don't you think that your test results might be a bit
one-sided?"
"We want to include research on
males in the future," said Mel "But as most of our clients at
the health clinic are female, we thought we would restrict it to them at the
moment, until the research programme is well established. I don't think that there will be too much of
a problem finding male clients and giving them the benefit of the same therapy,
do you?"
Clare laughed, even though Mel was
quite serious.
"You're absolutely right,"
she confirmed. "I think I would go
up the wall if I didn't have regular sessions with my sister. People don't realise what a wonderful and
satisfying therapy it is."
"I'm glad you agree,"
replied Mel, a smile crossing her face.
"Now tell me what experience you have and if you think your sister
would be interested, then tell me about her too."
Clare ran through general details of
a typical session and couldn't resist telling her about the extra special
sessions that they had, with their friends.
"We want to carry out tests, to
be sure of a persons
limits," continued the doctor.
"Everything would be carried out in careful and controlled
conditions but we need to try things out on people who will actually enjoy what
is being done to them. It would be
useless using people who had no feelings for the subject and couldn't tell us
where we were going wrong."
"Both Milly
and I are used to putting up with a great deal," Clare reassured her. "Provided we know that we are safe and
those in charge are sensible."
With the interview at an end and the
doctor's typed notes clutched in her hand, Clare walked out of the clinic in
something of a daze, trying to grasp the implications of such a job. She tried not to be influenced by the sensations
that were building up in her hot hole but she found it extremely
difficult. Someone wanted to actually
pay Milly and her to play around with bondage and no
doubt, with the fees that the clinic charged, they could afford the very best
of equipment.
"Stop thinking about it, Clare
Barber," she told herself, as she drove home but she couldn't and very
nearly qualified for the Guinness Book of Records as the first known female to
have an orgasm, without touching her pussy, while doing 70 m.p.h along a motorway. How do you explain that to the police?
"I'm sorry, officer. I've just been asked to do some research into
bondage and I just couldn't contain myself!
Do you mind if I pull onto the hard shoulder while I reach a mind
blowing climax?"
Clare forced herself into a calmer
frame of mind and managed to reach home without making her thoughts turn into a
reality.