An odd conversation

Janet sat naked on the bench, her elbows tied behind her. She had been bound for so long that the pain in her shoulders had subsided to a dull ache. Kneeling on the grass a few feet away was a dishevelled brunette, clad only in stockings and a suspender belt.

Mentally, Janet shook herself. Information. She needed information. And, on a personal level, she needed to get untied and to make her way back to the safety of her room.

“Well, Miss Lynn, you’re certainly becoming familiar with what Freedonia has to offer!”

Rich heiress… Submissive fantasies…

“That was hot! I hadn’t realised that the senior staff participated like that.”

“I’m not that senior. I register guests and help oversee the running of the place day to day, but there are a lot of people with more clout than me! Although they’re almost all men.”

“Don’t you find it difficult to do your job when you know that you might be… well, you know.”

“When I might be fucked at any moment? I see it as a perk of the job. In any case, my stones are always red in the administration building, and that’s where I am most of the time. It’s not often that I have to go out into the main part of the resort,“ she smiled, “but I must admit that I sometimes go out when I don’t really have to!”

Janet smiled back, pleased that she seemed to have found a member of staff who was willing to talk. But first…

“Uhh.. look, do you think you could untie me? I want to get back to my room, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to manage it like this.”

“Hmm, yes, it might be awkward. At the same time, we’re not allowed to interfere with any games that our guests play.”

“Games? I’m not playing a game. I just want to be untied.”

“I really don’t think it would be appropriate for me to do that, given that we obviously have a guest who prefers you bound.”

“But I can’t stay like this! What about washing? Eating? I don’t mind being tied up sometimes, but not always.”

“I do see your point. It is a problem that we’ve come across before, and one which needs a management decision to resolve. A few months ago we had a guest who left one of our staff hogtied in his room, with a crotchrope holding vibrators in her vagina and anus. He told her that he would be back to fuck her in about an hour. Unfortunately he also gagged her. Her gems turned red during the hour. Another member of staff heard her moans, and, on finding her and seeing that her indicators were red, untied her without first removing her gag to ascertain that she had been tied while she was available. The guest was most displeased that his ropework had been disturbed.”

“But – but the man who tied me has finished with me. He wouldn’t mind if I was freed.”

“Perhaps. How did you come to be tied up in the first place?”

“Uhh.. I met a man. Graham. He was with his wife. When my stones turned green he stripped me and tied me up. Then he **** me. Then he just walked off and left me.”

Miss Whitmore frowned. “You really shouldn’t use the word ‘****’ you know. If your stones were green then you weren’t ****, you were used. Just as you agreed in the contract. If people start using the word ‘****’ back on the mainland then it might attract unwelcome attention – police, reporters, that sort of thing. Our management is very keen that doesn’t happen.”

The conversation had taken a dangerous turn. Janet tried to steer it back towards finding out how the resort worked and who some of its better-known clients might be.

“Could I ask, how long have you worked here?”

“This is my fourth year.”

“Wow! It’s kind of an unusual job, isn’t it?”

Miss Whitmore looked at her guest. “I suppose so. But every member of staff is psychologically profiled to make sure that they’re suitable for our unique working environment.”

“You mean that they’ve got to like sex?”

Miss Whitmore’s thoughtful look deepened as she reached for her bra and panties. “It’s certainly necessary that they enjoy sex, but that isn’t the only qualification. Any girl can lie on her back with her legs apart. Our staff must also be able to enhance the whole sexual experience of our clients. That means being able to sense what they want and to become the sort of partner they’re looking for. They must be able to play the wanton whore and the inexperienced virgin with equal conviction.”

“But it’s not just an act? They really do get into their roles?”

Miss Whitmore stepped back into her skirt and fastened it. “Oh yes, our staff are much more than prostitutes. They have to believe in what they’re doing to be convincing. Just now, for example. Although my encounter with Chad and his friends was inconvenient, I really did want them to use me. My responses were genuine and my orgasms were real.”

Janet was taken aback by the older woman’s frankness. “But suppose you’re with someone who’s a poor lover, or who’s got bad breath, or body odour?”

“Salaries here are high. For $5000 a month a girl ought to be able to adapt to minor physical defects.”

“I suppose that sort of money was beyond the dreams of most of the girls who work here?”

“On the contrary, we have several members of staff who earn as much in the outside world as they do at Freedonia. None of them are full time, they need to oversee their conventional lives too, but just this week our girls include two hospital consultants, a concert pianist and two multi-millionaire businesswomen.”

“That’s amazing! Will I have heard of any of them? What motivates them to work here? And what about the guests? How does word of the resort get around? Are most of them from the U.S.?”

Now fully dressed, Miss Whitmore ran her hands through her tousled hair, smoothed down her jacket and straightened her stockings. “Miss Lynn, you seem more interested than most of our guests about the operation of this resort. May I ask why that is?”