fashion show with Heather

Alyssa liked the idea of the fashion show. There could be something novel about it. Plus, there might be a reward in it. And she already had her costume. She might as well try them on.

Deciding however, to not struggle into the straitjacket and hood first, Alyssa changed into some navy blue bikini bottoms and pulled a sundress over top, one of the limited number of outfits she was allowed. She figured that she could easily remove the sundress before she got into her bondage gear.

Alyssa spent the next two hours chilling in her hut, watching some TV before she had to go. She realized that she had begun to drool all over the place because of the gag though. She didn't mind.

Deciding to set off, Alyssa grabbed the two bondage items she wasn't currently wearing, and set off back towards the shopping plaza. She was getting better at walking in the ballet shoes. With a bit more practice, she should be able to walk at normal speed again.

People were out and about due to it being the evening. Alyssa caught sight of a large myriad of guests. The garment of choice for the men seemed to be speedos, which Alyssa was overjoyed about. Bikinis were popular for women, although the variety was larger. About half of the women she passed were wearing some outfit that exposed her breasts.

Alyssa noticed that people seemed to be giving her annoyed glances. At first she thought it could be because she was catching glances at the men's packages, but then she realized that it was because she was wearing a dress. So it would seem that the reason the resort only allowed you to bring a certain amount of proper clothes was not just because they were horny, but instead because of the social structure that had developed in the resort.

Glancing down at her dress, Alyssa sighed. She then flagged down a porter who was standing nearby. She got his attention and then slipped out of her dress.

"A oo a i oo u en?" She asked, hoping the porter understood what she was asking.

The porter nodded. "Hut 10?" He clarified. Alyssa nodded enthusiastically

The one snag was that she hadn't worn a bra underneath, so now had to walk around topless. She resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her hands, as that would probably also cause her to get insulted. She walked with as much confidence as she could muster, and tried to forget the fact that she was topless.

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The plaza was emptying out, as all the shops were closing up. Alyssa could see Heather sitting on the central seating. She was, as promised, wearing a pink bodysuit, with pantyhose and thigh high boots. Her hair was in a pink variant of the bunny hood Alyssa had seen her in earlier. She stood up as she spotted Alyssa.

"Hey, you decided to take me up on my offer I see?"

Alyssa made her way over to Heather. "I-ee."

"Come on. Let's get that gag off you. We can switch it for your hood for free." Heather reached out to take Alyssa's gear. She handed them over. Heather then led Alyssa over to the keybearer, and handed it the hood.

"Hi, can you switch my friend's gag with this hood, please?"

The keybearer nodded, and reached over to Alyssa, who offered her head willingly. As much as she loved the feeling of the gag against her lips, she would be happy to have a reprieve. At least until she put the hood's gag in.

The gag came off dripping with saliva, and the keybearer asked if Alyssa wanted to hold onto it.

"Nah. I'll find another one somewhere else." Alyssa just didn't want to touch something that was coated in her own saliva.

the hood was then handed over, and slid over Alyssa's head. It fit snugly and warmly over her scalp, and Alyssa noticed that the model at the store had been right. It was very comfortable. The Keybearer got to work lacing the hood together, each pull on the laces made the hood tighter.

The collar that came with the hood went on over top, and Alyssa heard the click as it locked.

"Now, the blindfold and gag attachments on this hood can also be locked on, if you so desire," The keybearer told her. "If not, be careful to not attach them to the locking clasp."

"How do I know which one is the locking clasp?" Alyssa asked.

Heather pulled her aside. "Here. I'll show you." She reached her hands up to the sides of the hood. Alyssa felt her hands brush two sets of claps on either side. The attachments were attached to one side, on the furthest back one. The right side had only the two clasps, but the left had four.

"The attachments are locked onto the right side, so that you won't lose them. And on the left side, attach them to the closer set of clasps to not lock them, and attach them to the furthest clasps to lock them."

Heather brought her hands away, and Alyssa tested out the attachments by attaching the blindfold to the closer clasp. Testing that she couldn't see through the blindfold, Alyssa waved a hand in front of her face. Satisfied, she then tested out the gag. She found that she had to slowly inch the dildo in bit by bit due to its size. As soon as it was halfway in, Alyssa knew she had found a better gag. This one invaded her mouth completely when in all the way, and would prevent Alyssa from even making vowels.

"Mmm mm m mmmm?" Was all Alyssa could voice after she clasped the gag on.

"Ooh, that looks fantastic!" Heather announced with glee.

Alyssa felt behind the hood and felt the fake ponytail that stuck out the back out of the hood, seeing as her own hair was too short to make one on its own. It certainly felt real.

"Do you want me to help you into the straitjacket now, then?"

Alyssa hurriedly unbuckled the gag and pushed it out of her mouth. "Wait! Not yet. I would still like some use of my arms for now."

"No problem," Heather replied. She slung the straitjacket over her shoulder and took up a pose. Alyssa removed the blindfold for the time being. She then found a nearby mirror and admired how the hood looked on her.

"Heh. The eye holes make it look a bit weird. I guess that's what the blindfold is for though."

"I mean, it is intended to be worn with the attachments," Heather added. "What's your name by the way, seeing as you can now actually speak."

"Oh of course. Alyssa."

"Nice to meet you, Alyssa."

"So do you work here?" Alyssa sat down on the chair to give her feet a rest.

"At the shop? Sometimes. I have a variety of jobs around the resort. A keybearer. A clerk. A model."

"A model? So you could be one of those people stuck to the plinths while in bondage gear?" Alyssa chuckled at the thought.

"Of course. It's my favourite job. I wouldn't work here if I didn't enjoy being bound."

"But you weren't wearing any restraints while at the store, were you?"

Heather joined Alyssa on the bench. "I was. You just couldn't see the leg binder that was bolted to the floor. It just so happened you caught us on a relatively free day. Normally I wear a catsuit in the shop."

"Ooh, a catsuit."

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get the pleasure of seeing me in one in the following days."

Alyssa blushed, and thanked her lucky stars that she was wearing a hood.

"Anyway, the fashion show starts in half an hour. Let's get you over to the venue. Follow me."

Heather jumped up off the bench and led the way out of the plaza.