Alyssa gets ready for the fashion show

Heather helped Alyssa step out of her bikini bottoms. It was a difficult task with the boots on her feet, but eventually she got it off. Alyssa nervously stood around, not wanting her shaved womanhood to be exposed to the elements for too long.

Luckilly, she eventually felt latex being slid up her legs. Alyssa helped Heather by raising her legs, and then grabbing the top of the leotard when it reached her.

"Okay, now for the arudous part," Heather noted. Alyssa guided her hands into the sleeves of the straitjacket, after having secured the suit around her neck with the collar. She found the feeling of surrending use of her hands rather disconcerting.

"No, I can't be nervous," Alyssa told herself. "I need confidence. To act as if I am in control even without arms."

Alyssa tried to work out how to do that as Alyssa zipped up the jacket and applied the straps. She then went off to grab the locks that would go on the jacket.

Shifting her pose, Alyssa brought one leg out slightly, commanding more space. She had acclimatised to her heels by now (almost), so could stand confidently. She then straightened her back and stuck out her chest. Her new pose already made her feel more at ease. She imagined her hands being on her hips, which also helped to give Alyssa her confidence boost.

"Loving the pose," Heather said as she returned with a bucket full of locks. "Keep working on that while I lock you."

A twang in Alyssa's brain panicked at the prospect of being locked in the straitjacket, but Alyssa supressed it, and **** herself to say the opposite. "Put as many on as you can. I want to be well and truly helpless."

Heather looked up in awe, halting momentarily with her work, "Your lines are getting better too. Just think those when you're on stage, and I think you have a chance."

"Hmmf. As if."

Millie had returned, and was scoffing at Alyssa's attire. "A straitjacket? You think you can pull one off without falling on your face?"

Alyssa was proud of her follow-up. "Well if I do fall down, you'll already be there to greet me. Now gag yourself so that I can stop hearing you speak."

Millie stomped away as well as she could with her ballet heels.

"Nice one," Heather chuckled, as she applied more locks. "Although you better make sure you now win. Otherise she isn't going to let it go."

"Hmm. I don't care."

"You should. That's the type of thing that helps your performance, determination."

Alyssa pondred that. "Alright. I do want to win. I will win."

"That's the spirirt!"

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Heather finished up all the locks, and showed the last item in the bucket to Alyssa, who was testing out her bonds. She could not move her arms an inch. And her hands were equally useless. She rather liked the feeling of the lates, she had to admit.

"This is an ear-piece," Heather explained, holding up the item. "You'll need it to be able to hear me direct you."

"Okay, put it in. Apologies for not doing it myself." Alyssa laughed at her own joke.

Heather reached into the eyed hole in the hood and felt around the latex to find Alyssa's ear, where she slid the earpiece over it.

"There. It's fully charged, so there shouldn't be any problmes."

Alyssa resumed posing. She had caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror, and she had to admit that when the only visible part of her body were her thighs, she looked rather sexy.

"Now, there is fifteen minutes until the show. When do you want the blindfold and gag on?"

Alyssa **** herself to give the most confident answer."Lock them on now. Might as well."

"You sure? It'll be a while until they're unlocked?"

"Did I stutter? Put them on!"

Alyssa was shocked at her fake bravado. But it was exactly what she needed to beat Millie. She glanced over to her. She did not yet have her gag on. It seemed that she was not going to blindfold herself, which gave Alyssa a leg up. She stuck out her tonuge at her rival, before the gag was shoved in her mouth, forcing it back in. She heard the gag lock to the clasp, and her heart skipped a beat. She was actually doing this. Locking herself in an absurd amount of bondage. And she was enjoying it!

Heather placed one lock on either side of the gag, securing Alyssa's fate, and then got to work on the blindfold. Alyssa didn't protest at all as her vision was cut out, leaving only blackness. She then heard two more locks follow suit.

There was darkness for a few moments. How long, Alyssa did not know. She eventually heard Heather's voice in her ear.

"Alyssa darling, can you hear me? Raise your right leg if you can. Only a little bit."

Alyssa raised her right leg.

"Perfect! Now, would you prefer to stay standing while you wait, or do you want me to guide you to a chair? Left leg for standing, right leg for sitting."

Alyssa wanted to sit, but she decided that she didn't need help. She could find a chair on her own. She started taking tentative steps around her, steps that became more confident as they explored the darkness around her. Heather watched as the latex-clad Alyssa searched around the backstage are expertly with her feeet, managing to contain her balance. She even swore that she could hear Alyssa humming through her gag.

Bumping a foot into a leg of a chair, Alyssa stopped. She then swept the surface of the chair with her foot, to make sure that it was empty. Satisfied, the woman the turned around, squat down until her thong-clad bottom hit the chair, and she then plonked herself down on the chair.

Heather applauded. She knew that she had seen potential in this new guest. Her hunch had paid off. She looked over to Millie, who looked livid. She was yelling at her handler through her gag.