An offer to be a bondage model

It was the next morning. Alyssa had been exhausted and so Heather had forgone a debrief and instead taken her back to her suite, where Alyssa was asleep before her vac bed even finished sealing. She'd remained in her straitleotard, which was outlined under the latex.

Alyssa had woken with a start, not remembering how she had got there, why she couldn't see, or why she couldn't move. She panicked and tried to squirm around unsuccessfully for a few minutes before remembering where she was and what she had done last night. She figured she must have been brought back to her room by Heather.

She was now **** to wait out the timer on her bed, and so enjoyed the feel of the latex while she did so. Alyssa realised she was still in her bondage leotard, but didn't feel any other restraints underneath the bed sheet.

Eventually the bed opened, which then **** Alyssa out of the bed at an ungraceful angle, her legs having fallen asleep. She struggled around on the floor, much like she had last night on the runway. She then remembered the embarrassment she had subjected herself to, and the win she had somehow received.

While Alyssa was struggling to stand back up without her arms, Heather returned, dressed in a new outfit, a black latex catsuit with integrated ballet boots and ball mitts. She looked down at Alyssa, struggling to get back onto her feet.

"Yeah, stand there why don't you. Don't help me out or anything."

Heather sat herself down on one of the seats in the room. She was holding a piece of paper, which looked to be an article from a magazine. She placed the article on top of her mitts for stability and then started to read.

"There was quite an upset at last year's bondage fashion show. Fan favourite Millie was pipped at the post by an unknown newcomer under the tutelage of Heather, the restraint shop owner. Heather's mysterious model was adorned in a sleek, black straitleotard and hood, covered in padlocks, and wearing thigh-high ballet boots. This amount of restraints is tough for anyone to pull off, let alone a first timer. It would seem this model's inexperience did not work in her favour however, as she promptly fell flat on her face at the end of the runway, where she proceeded to orgasm in full view of the audience, and showcase her juices to the crowd. But the judges say that there was something pure about the failed performance. Head judge Nigel said 'well we've got to the point where all the models are pretending that they're not in bondage of some sort, that we are sort of embarrassed to acknowledge what this whole thing is: a chance for women to tie themselves up in the pursuit of sexual pleasure. Heather's new model, she embodied what the Bondage Resort is all about. No frills or practiced maneuvers. Its about the experience of helplessness.' Nigel's comments certainly seem to be shared by those who were in attendance, who applauded the model's choice to orgasm on stage. It would seem that audiences tire of performative bondage shows and simply wish to see people experiencing it authentically."

Heather put the magazine down on the coffee table. "There you have it. People think you've done a good job. You screwing up was probably the best thing that could have happened."

Alyssa, at this point, was halfway up the wall, having put her back against it and pushed off with her feet. She paused. "So you were telling me the truth, I did actually win?"

"Of course!" At this point Heather did stand up and go over to Alyssa to help her up. "People loved you up there."

"Well I felt like an idiot." Alyssa replied.

"You weren't an idiot, you were a first-time bondage model. And that is what people want to see."

Alyssa suddenly had the feeling that she was being volunteered for something. "What people want to see?"

Heather leant Alyssa against the wall and then stood back. "I want to make you an offer."

"Oh so I am being volunteered for something."

Heather shook her head. "Not at all. Totally voluntary. I'm offering you a job. A way to make some money during your stay here. I would like you to become one of my bondage models."

"Oh?"

"Model some devices in the shop during the day, and then strut your stuff in costume every second evening. How does that sound?"

"How much money are we talking?" Alyssa was skeptical about being used for free advertising.

"Say, one hundred a day, US, plus an extra two hundred if you win a show."

Alyssa balked. That was quite the hefty amount of money for what was essentially her holiday. "Blimey, that's quite a pretty penny."

"I pay well."

"Very well, I'll do it," Alyssa smiled. She didn't really need much more convincing. If she was getting paid to be in bondage, something she was already going to be doing, she might as well.

Heather clapped her mittens together. "Wonderful. Now, we'll get started today. First, you need to go get some breakfast. Once you're done, meet me at the tanning salon over on the next island."

"Tanning salon?"

"I'll explain later. But go eat up first." Heather started to walk towards the door, her ballet boots clicking on the hard wood floor by the entrance.

"Hang on, aren't you going to let me out of the straitjacket so I can eat breakfast?" Alyssa called out quickly.

Heather gave a sly smile as she popped her head back around the corner, into the room. "No."