Lunch at the cafe

Alex stood at the café counter, and had a look over the menu. Now that she had the mitt on one hand, she needed an item that she could eat with one hand. She settled on the ceaser salad. The cashier told her that the cost would be added onto her account. Alex thanked him, took her number, and went over to a table by the window.

Due to leaving her phone in her hut, Alex found that the only activity to pass the time was to look around at the other guests. At the table in front of her sat a man who was blindfolded, stabbing at his plate and trying to find his food, to varying success. Alex watched him for a while, and found his actions rather amusing.

She eventually switched her attention to a young woman at a booth. She was dressed in a latex straitjacket, and was gripping her utensils with her bare feet. Alex marvelled at the dexterity the girl displayed. Alex thought that using her feet to do things could be pretty handy while she was here. She wondered if anyone could teach it to her.

Alex's food arrived quickly. Very quickly. All it took to get quick café service was to put on a swimsuit and lock a mitten on her.

Alex grabbed the fork with her left hand and started eating. It was a lot harder than she thought it would be. She didn't normally use her fork with her left hand, and it took some adjusting to not get food to fall off. She also had to raise the fork much higher than usual, since she was incapable of bending her neck.

About halfway through her meal, a man and a woman, presumably a married couple, entered the café. The woman was a tall blonde dressed completely in white, with a white swimsuit, sunhat, white swimsuit, white heels, posture collar, and white mittens, similar to Alex's, but going all the way up her arms.

Her husband was dressed in a navy blue speedo, with a legbinder and collar accompanying it.

Alex thought the two of them looked rather stylish, and watched them as they ordered their food. The wife turned round and caught Alex looking at her. Alex quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to be rude.

However, Alex heard the couple take their seats at the same table as her. She turned her head to look at the couple.

"Hi there. I saw you looking at us at the counter," the wife said, with less hostility than Alex expected.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Alex stuttered.

"Oh we aren't offended dear, far from it!" The wife chuckled. "In fact, quite flattered. In fact, we were wondering if you could help us."

"Help you how?" Alex did not want to be co-erced into a threesome.

The husband answered. "It isn't a sex thing. Don't worry. Nah, we just were wondering if you would like to join us. You see, it could be helpful to have a perspective on all this from someone who isn't the two of us, plus your presence could help us with our bondage. Or we could help you with yours. It's easier to get around here when you have help."

Alex was taken aback, and pretty nervous at the extrovertedness of the couple. "Uhm...why me?"

"Because you look as if you have potential, darling," The wife answered. "And you look cute wearing all that."

Alex blushed.

"No need to be embarrassed, I'm not hitting on you. This is purely platonic."

Alex thought about the poroposal a bit, while taking a few more bites from her salad. "So you want a friend?"

The husband nodded. "Yeah. Exactly. A friend. We struggle to see things between us as anything but sexual in nature, but we hope that you will be neutral and just be motivated by the art."

"The art?"

"The art of bondage. There's something poetic about it all, don't you think?"

Alex thought back to her past experiences with bondage. There had been something calming about tying herself up with zip-ties on her bed in a bikini. Something pure about it. It was free from all bias. It was just pure desire. Alex had to agree with that notion.

"So what about it?" the wife asked. "Interested."