Layla's Experiment

 
Layla was glad the day was over.  

She’d been working two jobs for many months already. She wanted to go back to school and get her Master’s degree, and she needed to save every penny she could. From Monday to Thursday she worked as a physical therapist in a large electronics manufacturing plant; Saturday and Sunday she worked at a local hospital. Her only free day was Friday. Today was Thursday, and it was already 5.30 pm. Layla was tired, but happy the workday was over and her ‘1-day weekend’ had started.

Mondays and Wednesdays at the plant she gave 5-minute massages to stressed-out employees. Tuesdays and Thursdays she gave 30-minute physical therapy session to those employees referred to her office by the Infirmary with more serious conditions. Layla enjoyed her work, but these last few weeks at the plant had been very tough. They had been working on some new hush-hush gadget, with a very aggressive schedule, and her office had been full of people with stress-related problems. She helped them get better, but at the end of the day she was exhausted and hurt all over.

Layla walked out of the shower to answer the phone in her room, covering herself with a towel. It sounded like a mobile phone with a very bad signal, and the call got disconnected almost as soon as she answered. Whoever it is, if it’s important, they’ll call back, Layla thought, and walked back to the bathroom.

She stood in front of her bathroom’s mirror, contemplating her naked body. Layla was a tall and slender redhead in her mid-twenties. She had a calm, delicate beauty. I’m gaining weight, she thought, as she turned around and looked at herself on the mirror from all sides.

Layla walked out of the bathroom wearing a silk kimono, a gift from her older sister. She loved the feeling of the cool, soft silk on her skin. In fact, one of the few pleasures Layla allowed herself was buying silk scarves. She could not afford buying expensive scarves, so instead she bought cheaper ones on EBay auctions. She had accumulated a small collection already.

“He’s coming tonight”, she thought, and smiled to herself.

Layla sat on her bed, and turned on the TV. After switching channels mindlessly for a few minutes, she left in on an old movie she’d probably seen a dozen times. She felt the soft silk caressing her breasts, and noticed her nipples were hard. She felt slightly aroused.

Gabriel looked like hell today, Layla thought. He was one of the new managers at the plant, supposedly the new hotshot, rising star and all that. In charge of one of the teams working on the new product, he drove himself and his team very hard. More than half of his team had been referred to her 30-minute physical therapy sessions due to stress. Eighty-hour weeks take their tolls, of course, and eventually Gabriel ended up being her patient as well. 

Gabriel was one of the worst cases she’d had in a long time, with numerous spasms in the lumbar and cervical regions. The company doctor had prescribed him painkillers, muscular relaxants, anti-inflammation drugs, and several sessions of physical therapy. He grumbled but couldn’t argue with the pain. His treatment consisted of 15 minutes of electricity and heat therapy, followed by a 15-minute massage.

Lost in her thoughts, Layla had been playing with her nipples, caressing them through the soft silk in her kimono, until she got mildly aroused. Her breasts were small but very well formed. She stretched, reached for a drawer, and smiled to herself. The drawer contained her small collection of silk scarves, most of them neatly folded. She took several, put them in the bed besides her, and closed the drawer.

It’s just 5 pm, she thought. He’ll probably show up around 8:30 pm, I have plenty of time to play around, and then get ready for him.

From the very beginning, she noticed the way Gabriel looked at her. He was always very polite, very proper, and very professional, but she could feel there was something else. A woman can usually tell when a man is attracted to her, and Layla was almost sure this was the case with Gabriel.

During his second therapy session, Gabriel brought her a music CD. “I noticed you like Enya”, he said with a smile, “so I figured you’ll like this one. You can play it during my session, if you want”. Layla was a bit surprised, and she accepted the gift, thanking him. It was Enya’s newest CD; she remembered then that she’d played her “Best of Enya” CD during Gabriel’s first therapy session. But it was the look in his eyes what she remembered most. The way he looked at her... it wasn’t disrespectful or anything, but there was something…

The music was very relaxing, really nice easy listening, but being, as she was, caressing this man’s back and running her hands all over his body, the whole scene felt, she thought, a bit erotic. She was sure he had noticed. He had.

Layla sat on the bed, and folded a large 42” square silk scarf, white with gold keys and a red border, into a wide band which she wrapped around her neck twice, and tied the free ends at the front, where they hung and touched her naked breasts. Once again, she relished the feeling of the soft fabric against her skin. She then took another silk scarf, and caressed her already hard nipples with it. The pleasure was electrifying.

Most of her ‘customers’ at the plant just said “hi” and “bye-bye”. Despite her efforts to help them feel better, most of them ignored her as a person. People nowadays do that, she thought, with people who provide services. She was nice enough, and tried to engage in a little conversation between massage sessions, but most people were very busy or just not very inclined to chit-chat. Some would just fall asleep while she massaged them. At first it annoyed her to be taken for granted like that, but then she realized it was just part of her job.

But not Gabriel. He actually seemed interested in who she was. He would ask how she was doing. He also had an eye for details. He complimented her on her clothes, her makeup, her hair. He showed interest about her life, her work. He noticed when she was tired, and tried to cheer her up when she was sad.

Slowly, his therapy visits were becoming the highlight of her day. She hadn’t noticed, but her body language betrayed her feelings as well. Right before his appointment, she’d look herself in the mirror, retouch her makeup, or fix her hair.

Layla folded another scarf, this time a 36” square with white, green, and gold heraldic motifs, and tied it over her head, knotting it under her chin. She caressed her wrapped head, relishing the feeling, especially over her cheeks and ears.

After that, Gabriel had brought her flowers. They had gone out for lunch. One day, he asked her out on a date; dinner and then go to a club and have some fun. She had to work that night, and had to say no. He was visibly disappointed, but disguised it well. Another day, perhaps. Perhaps, she answered, and smiled.

Layla played with her red curls with one hand, as she kept caressing her breasts with another silk scarf. One of her favorite CDs was playing on her stereo, getting her in the mood. She caressed her belly and her pussy with the soft, cool silk. She was very aroused now, with the feeling of the silk complementing her thoughts about this man who had unexpectedly walked into her life.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her mobile. She stood up and walked to the mobile, enjoying the feeling of the silk on her head. She picked it up and answered, but once again she could barely make out who was calling. The Called ID didn’t show a number, so she hung up.

Layla returned to her bed, not before picking up an additional toy: a small vibrating massage machine she used to massage her own back when she was in stress. She put fresh batteries on it, and smiled. She sat on the bed, and folded several scarves in narrow bands. Layla crossed her ankles and tied them with a scarf, a blue 36” square with marine motifs. Turning on the massage machine, she placed it between her legs, touching her pussy. She moaned with pleasure at the feeling. She then tied her ankles together with another scarf, holding the massage machine firmly in place between her legs. Once sure it would not move, she turned it off. She wanted to enjoy this for a bit longer, and it wouldn’t do to rush it. After all, she had a couple of hours.

One day, after therapy, Gabriel again asked her out on a date, and this time she said yes. He took her to an expensive restaurant, and then after that to an upscale pub, that night the pub had a live show with a promising new local band. They had a great time. When he brought her home he kissed her; tentatively at first, passionately at last. But she didn’t want to sleep with him, not yet. Let him earn it, she thought, not in the first date.

Layla continued wrapping herself in silk, slowly, savoring the feeling in her skin. She folded a silk scarf and stuffed it inside her mouth. She then tied a 36” square scarf, black with red roses in the middle, between her lips, and tied it tightly behind her head, to keep the first scarf in place. To finish her gag, Layla took a 42” square scarf, blue-bordered with blue, red, and yellow heraldic motifs in a white background, folded it in a wide band, and wrapped it several times over her mouth, tying the ends behind her head. She tried speaking and screaming, but the gag was very effective.

Layla took a 65” long oblong scarf and folded it in half. She tied hangman’s noose knots on both halves of this scarf, and tightened them just a little. This was a ‘scarf handcuff’, something she’d stumbled upon one day while surfing the web for scarf bondage websites. She knew she had to be careful, because once the wrists are inside the loop, if the knot tightens, it is impossible to free oneself without outside help. She wrapped silk scarves around both wrists, wristbands that would protect her skin from bruising or lasting marks. She put one wrist through, and pulled the scarf until the look closed around her wrist, making sure the wristbands protected her. It would not do to have any marks that may bring up awkward questions. Tonight, they were going out again; and maybe, just maybe, they’d make love. If he earned it.

She was almost ready. Layla tied a 36” square, black with golden clocks, made of thick, heavy silk, folded it into a wide band, and blindfolded herself with it. She made sure no light was visible through it. She then took another 36” square that she had previously folded into a triangle and placed over her legs, and tied it over her head on top of the over. She tied a knot very tightly under her chin, brought the ends around her neck and tied another knot behind her head. This effectively closed her jaw and made it impossible to push out her gag with her tongue, and also helped hold in place her blindfold and the scarf wrapped over her mouth. Layla ran her hands around the silk cocoon enveloping her head, caressing herself. She reached the switch for the vibrating massage machine between her legs, and turned it on. She enjoyed the feeling as she put both hands on her back, slid her other wrist through the free loop of the scarf handcuff, and pulled until the loop closed around her wrist.

She was now bound and gagged in soft silk, wearing only a silk kimono and nothing underneath. The vibrations of the massage machine sent ripples of pleasure went through her body. As the soft music played on her stereo, Layla bit her gag wildly. She struggled against her silk prison, she moaned and screamed with all her might, safely and comfortable that no one would hear her. The cool silk of her kimono caressing her breasts and rubbing her skin, the feeling of helplessness of being bound and gagged, the sensory deprivation of her blindfold, it all built up in a crescendo which culminated in orgasm, long and awesome and unbelievable. Layla felt in heaven, the roller coaster of pleasure coming to her several times until she laid there, exhausted, her wrists and ankles and knees hurting a little. 

During that time, the phone rang several times. She did not answer. She did not hear it. She did not care at all.

Layla was tired, and after enjoying the last ripples of pleasure, she finally had enough for this one time. She could easily lose track of time when playing her private bondage games. It was probably time to get dressed and ready, then wait for him to pick her up. She tried to wiggle her wrists out of the scarf handcuff. This usually took a while, as the loops sometimes got tighter with her struggles.

The phone rang again. She heard it this time, but was in no position to answer it. The loops around her wrists had tightened more than usual, and she was having a hard time freeing herself. After several minutes, her wrists were still not free.

Layla started to worry. Calling for help was out of the question. She was very well gagged, her apartment was well sound-insulated, and besides, the air conditioning and the stereo would cover any sound that might escape her gag. Her long, slender, delicate fingers probed the knots trapping her wrists for a possible way out. But the knots were iron tight in both wrists, and there was no apparent escape.

Layla was already very nervous, and felt her hands shaking a little bit. She did not anticipate this predicament, and now had to try to calm herself if she was to find a way out. She tried to stretch her bound hands, to reach her face and pull down the gag or the blindfold. She could touch her gag with her fingertips, but couldn’t grab it. She then tried to reach the knots in her ankles, also without success.

Fear and despair were beginning to take over. Layla struggled with her bindings, this time very much for real, and screamed as hard as she could, biting the scarf inside her mouth. Her pitiful mmmmmmmphs were useless. As she struggled and wiggled in the bed, she realized that in a very strange way this real helplessness also felt very arousing. She WAS aroused. As she kept struggling, the uncontrollable pleasure of orgasm swept through her body like a wave.

Layla was exhausted by her struggle, and by her latest orgasm. She fought against her bounds a last time, but it was all useless. She could not get free on her own, so she’ll probably have to crawl to the kitchen and find something to cut the scarf binding her wrists. It was very difficult and dangerous, being blindfolded and tied up.

She had been struggling for what felt forever, but was probably more likely a few hours. Gabriel should be on his way! She had completely forgotten. He’s going to find me like this, what will he think? It was absolutely embarrassing, but there was nothing she could do about it.

The phone rang again. Layla heard as the answering machine took the call. It was Gabriel!

“Hello, love, this is Gabriel. I’ve been trying to reach you all afternoon. Listen, something came up at the office… One of the new lines is down, and we’ve got to stay for a while. I’m afraid I’m going to be late… uh… probably around 10 or 11 pm. I’ll call you later. Bye! I love you !”

And he hung up.

Layla hung to every word. Knowing her rescue was still hours away, she nevertheless felt relieved. She no longer cared about him finding her like this, finding out about her little secret. She was sore all over, she was hungry, and she wanted very badly to go to the bathroom. But she still had to wait.

She shifted position in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. The batteries in her toy were dying, but it was still vibrating a little, sending little waves of pleasure through her sore pussy.

As the hours passed, Layla fell asleep.

She was awakened by the sound of the phone, ringing once again. “Gabriel!”, she thought, feeling like a real damsel-in-distress about to be rescued. Oh, my God, she thought, he probably knocked at the door, and is wondering why I’m not answering. She listened as the answering machine took the call. Yes! It was Gabriel’s voice!

“Hi, love, this is Gabriel again. Listen… uh… there was an accident tonight at the plant, and one of the mechanics got hurt really bad... We had to run with him to the hospital… I’m with him right now, and it doesn’t look good. I’m afraid I can’t go out with you tonight. I’m really sorry, baby; I really, really wanted to spend some time tonight with you. Please call me at my mobile, I’ll be in the hospital until we know what happens with our guy. I’ll drop by your place tomorrow after I get out of here, I promise I’ll make it up to you. Love ya!”  And he hung up.

Tomorrow, she thought. He’s not coming tonight.

Tomorrow!

Layla was in tears, moaning through the gag and biting the cloth inside her mouth. The reality of her predicament slowly fell upon her like a huge weight. No! He’s not coming tonight! She was going to have to spend, at the very least, the next 12 hours bound and gagged, blindfolded, locked in her apartment. She tried with all her will to stop crying, there was a real danger she may choke if she cried while gagged.

She couldn’t just stay here, she had to do something. She rolled until she found the edge of the bed, and slowly lowered her body to the floor. She fell face down, and hit her forehead against the floor. Layla was breathless and dizzy for a few seconds, and being blindfolded just disoriented her more. She knew she had to get to the kitchen, and pushed on. She slowly crawled blindly around the room, banging against walls, feeling objects with her fingers and toes, and trying to get some orientation.

Layla finally made it to the kitchen after what seemed an eternity. The knives were in a knife block, on top of the kitchen counter. She tried to support herself against the cabinet and stand up, but couldn’t manage to do it. She fell many times, until she was exhausted, and finally realized she couldn’t reach the knives.

The scarves covering her face were wet with sweat, tears, and saliva. Breathing was becoming difficult. Despair was once again beginning to crawl into her mind. Layla pushed it away, knowing she couldn’t afford to lose control now. Think, damn it!, she told herself.

The phone, she finally realized. I have to get to my mobile phone… it’s got fast dialing, if I can dial 9 it’ll call 911, and they can trace the call… God, they should be able to recognize a gagged scream… I hope…

Layla slowly crawled back to her room, once again feeling her way around using her toes and fingers. After a long time she finally got to her room.

But she couldn’t remember, or see, where her phone was.

Her bound wrists, ankles, and knees burned like fire. The corners of her mouth hurt where the scarf gag tightly held on. Her fingers felt numb, she feared her blood circulation was getting cut off by her bindings.

She felt defeated. Layla just stayed there, in the floor, weeping. There was no more fight in her. The wet scarves in her face now felt cold, as the air conditioning cooled her.

I’m trapped, she thought.

And he’s not coming tonight.

Layla cried herself to sleep.

Note: the scarf-handcuff knot is real, and it definitely should NOT be used for solo play, as it can easily ‘lock up’ and trap a person for good.