Chapter One

 

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.