Enclosure spa

Bishop began describing to me a rather interesting spa that the resort had. I jumped at the opportunity, and so Bishop led me over to it. The lobby looks like any regular spa that you might occasionally go to on rare occasions, and so I was taken aback when I was given the rundown. The enclosure spa is called as such because you are put in a full body enclosure latex catsuit for your entire time there. The point behind the spa is to navigate through the sensory environment of the hallways, which in turn increases your own sexual pleasure.

There are several options available to patrons of the spa. The base package is one hour with a standard enclosure suit, which cuts off your sense of sight but still permits you full bodily movement and some limited amount of hearing and speech. Adding extra hours costs $20 each. There is also the option to add more restraints into the suit for an added premium. Since I was a first timer, Bishop attempted to give me a lighter deal until I interposed and demanded something more challenging. Surprised by this, Bishop then settled on my loadout. The suit that I was going to wear had an in-built penis gag and earplugs and straitjacket, and was reportedly heavy-duty, which would mean that it was fifty percent harder to move around in. Bishop also gave us a time frame of three hours. All in all, my experience would set one of you back around $140. A bargain, if you asked me.

Bishop, seeing as she was much more adept at this whole thing, opted for the most restrictive suit that the spa would allow. This included the aforementioned earplugs and gag, but were integrated into a very tight-fitting sleepsack, meaning that her legs and arms would be pinned either together or to her sides. Bishop decided not to go for the heavy duty sleep sack, as she confessed that she was still only practicing moving around in it. Bishop's sleepsack would normally cost you $200, but Bishop (as well as I) got in for free.

After you pay (or don't pay, in our case), you are taken to a changing room and given your suits. Here, we deposited the very little amount of clothing we were wearing into a provided locker, that automatically locks for the duration of your session, in our case three hours. The application of Bishop's suit was done entirely by herself, with the assistance of a vacuum pump along one of the walls. After sliding into the roomy latex sack (which upon further inspection, I noticed had no zip and instead automatically sealed over its opening), she hit a button next to the pump, and an attached hose on her shoulder rapidly sucked out all the air out of the bag. Those of you who have seen a vacuum bed in operation before will know roughly what this looked like. I could make out every detail of Bishop's body, down to the outlines of her closed eyes. However, instead of having her arms by her sides like she was meant to, Bishop had brought one hand down to her crotch and the other up to a breast. The bag was not quite tight enough to prevent her hands pleasuring herself, but she was unable to retract her arms or move forward in any way other than a slither across the floor. Seeing her like that immediately made me jealous, and wanting her suit instead. But there's always next time.

I was happy with my own suit however. I was also able to slide into it without assistance. The hood is easy to get on and all the suits are pre-lubed for ease of entry. Once I slid my arms into the internal straitjacket sleeves, I simply stood up, and the suit sealed itself automatically. Apparently this is a new patented technology exclusive to the resort, and I must say that its application are positively enticing.

the suit did a marvelous job cutting off all of my senses, and I could only navigate the spa hallways with my legs and my bound chest. I must add at this point too that all the non-sleepsack suits come with integrated heels, of course.

Once you are out in the spa, you'll have to navigate down a hallway or two, with the assisstance of some bumps on the floor. I am slightly annoyed that I could not see Bishop during the process to confirm how difficult it was for her to move around, but I did occasionally brush her with a foot, and she seemed to be either hopping along on her bound feet, or pulling her body along in a caterpillar crawl.

The first proper spa experience that guests will encounter in the spa is a massage room. While this seems at first to be your standard erotic massage, you quickly find out that its true purpose is to pump this rather peculiar gel into your suits, and spread it all over your skin. The process is extremely erotic on purpose, and once you do orgasm, you will realize that the purpose of the gel is to spread the orgasm's effects throughout the body and prolong it. Your entire body remains in the state of orgasm for several minutes before slowly dying back down, just in time for your next orgasm to start the process again. This does make it a lot harder to focus on the actual spa itself, but Bishop and I were able to push on regardless.

The next room along is a sauna, in which Bishop was content to remain on the floor, and I found a spot on the top bench, testing the strengths of my in-built straitjacket. The material was very heavy duty, and as I heated up over the course of my next orgasm, the suit almost fully hardened. By the time the heat shut off, indicating that it was time for us to move on, I needed to expend a herculean amount of force to get my body moving again. This of course kick started the next erotic buildup.

The third room along, after several hallways of navigation is a room full of sand which you quickly begin to sink into. I had attempted to find Bishop and help her upright, but all we succeeded in doing was falling on top of each other as we sank. I discovered that this was definitely on purpose, as the moment we made contact I felt her body on mine with a hyper aware sense of touch. Every minute movement of her body was amplified tenfold across mine, and vice versa. Even through my earplugs I could hear her moaning at the top of her lungs.

The sand does harden quite a lot, until it is almost concrete, and at that point you're stuck for however long your session decrees. I lost track of time completely under there, as well as how many times I orgasmed. It was surprising that the sand was still breathable and that I was in no danger of asphyxiation.

Once the sand was done with us, it deposited us straight into a hot pool, which is where you find out your suits malleability in the water. It was rather waterproof, which impressed me, and it was very easy to float on top of the water.

Now, while I have been confirmed as bisexual, I am not sure what sexuality Bishop is, but she seemed to have no objections to our continued physical contact for the rest of the spa.

After the hot pool, there are two more rooms that somehow immobilize you even further. As I strutted into a strange opening at the end of a hallway and squirmed my way down a tunnel, I suddenly found myself in a vacuum cube, being moved along an automated assembly line of some sort. I was vacuum packed to the point where I was one hundred percent immobile, not even able to move my legs like I had been able to. There are then some laser cutters that cut you out of the cube will keeping you wrapped, causing you to remain as a shrink wrapped little treat that hangs around on a hoist for about forty more minutes. This is perhaps the least interesting part of the spa, as there is no chance of physical contact with your friend, and you just have to hang there and relax. You do tend to orgasm less in this room, but the final room more than makes up for it.

You are deposited finally into another room, where some attendants release you from the shrink wrap prison you're in, and you feel positively free, despite the fact that you're still fully enclosed in latex.

The next few steps were quite bizarre to me, and you go along with it mainly due to confusion. They shove some breathing pipes up your unobstructed nostrils, and then help you up a ladder and into a glass cube of sorts. The cube was partly filled with some soft gel like substance that I ever so slightly sunk into. Bishop joined me, and I immediately wrapped my legs around her, pulling her against me until her chest was on mine and our lips were touching through latex.

You don't actually notice it until it fully happens, but what occurs while you're busy fornicating is that the gel-like substance, which is actually a clear resin, is dispensed into the cube. It hardens within five minutes, and very soon, Bishop and I were encased in a rock -like substance, fully on display to everyone to see from 360 degrees. At this point the cube is wheeled out into a courtyard where other resort goers are able to ogle you while they have coffee. When I found out about the exhibitionism later on, I was massively turned on and wanted to go view some other resort goers myself.

There's also one final surprise, as if being encased in a clear resin isn't bad enough. Apparently, prolonged latex to latex contact is how the fusing suit technology works, but that isn't isolated to just the zipper area. It is a principle that is carried over the whole suit. I worked this out when I realized both that I was actually kissing Bishop, and that her hand, which had formerly been pleasuring her own vagina, was now exploring mine. I could feel Bishop's legs under mine, and her other hand on top of my own breast. Our suits had melded into one in a lesbian's dream.

I fear that I am underselling this experience too much, but let me just confirm that this is the single best thing I have ever experienced, and if this sound like something you would be interested in, check it out during your stay.

Anyway, after our three hours were up, we were released from the glass prison and released from our now conjoined latex suits. After that, we gathered our bikini bottoms and headed out. After the experience, Bishop recommended an early dinner and sleep, so we had a spot of food at a swim up bar near our lodging and then hit the hay.