Tanning

Once she had gotten over the annoyance of Heather abandoning her, Alyssa figured she might as well get on with her day. She showered, with the straitjacket still on, of course. Lamenting the fact that she was unable to dry her hair without the use of her arms, Alyssa simply set out outside to dry herself in the sun.

She found a rather nice beach side breakfast place that promised to accommodate her bondage. Her coffee was given to her through a straw, which made sense. She was half expecting someone to feed her the hard food, but instead her scrambled eggs were provided on a plate, and she had to lap it up like a dog. She felt extremely silly throwing her head into her food like this, but at least her hair wasn't long enough to get in the way. And as she looked around, Alyssa saw several other people eating the same way. No-one was laughing at her.

"Hmm, perhaps I could get used to this," Alyssa thought to herself.

After breakfast, now fully dried out (even her latex leotard, amazingly), Alyssa set out to the tanning salon. She caught some more of the sights on her way and was taken aback at how utterly expansive this resort was.

Alyssa reached the tanning salon, where Heather was outside, waiting. She still wore the catsuit, but had now somehow added a hood to it, and her crimson red lips were the only visible part of her, as well as a ponytail of hair threaded out the back.

"I thought I was the one supposed to be bound here," Alyssa laughed.

"You think I would voluntarily work here if I didn't also like to be on the receiving end?" Heather replied, standing up. Alyssa could see a collar around her neck that locked the hood into place. "How did you find your breakfast?"

"Uh, it was alright. I must say I haven't had to eat my food like I was a dog before."

"Get used to it. Your lunch breaks will often not have time for you to get unbound."

"I see." Heather led the way into the tanning salon, her catsuit polished to perfection and her heels clicking across the tile. The salon was less clinical than Alyssa expected, and looked more like some sort of beachfront motel. There was a man at the reception.

"Hi Greg, I have another initiate. Need to give them the Heather special."

Greg looked Alyssa up and down. "Haven't I seen you before?"

Alyssa shook her head. "I get that a lot." Although she wasn't ashamed to be here, it would be easier on everyone if she wasn't swarmed by fans. She wondered if Heather was always going to get her to cover her face during the bondage shows?

Greg typed some things into a computer and then motioned to his left. "Second door on the right."

Alyssa looked at Heather, who had taken to leaning with one arm on the reception desk. She smiled. "You heard the man. Second door on the right."

"Aren't you coming?"

Alyssa tapped a balled mitt onto the reception desk. "I won't be the one helping you. Just come find me when you're done, alright?"

Alyssa nodded, and turned to face the hallway on her right. She walked down until she came across the second door, and was relieved to find that it was a push door instead of one that required a knob to be turned to open. She pushed her way into the spacious room.

There was a woman there. A brown-skinned lady wearing a string bikini. She bowed to Alyssa as she entered. "Welcome, my name is Hana, I will be your tanning guide today."

"Tanning guide? Don't I just, like, get in and lie down?" Alyssa asked.

"Normally yes, but your boss has asked for you to get a special tanning pattern."

"Tanning pattern?"

"Yes. Please, stand still. I will remove your leotard."

All concerns Alyssa had about this supposed tanning pattern were forgotten as the prospect of getting free was given to her. She waited patiently in the middle of the room while Hana unlocked her straitleotard. When it was finally removed from Alyssa's body, her arms flopped down by her sides, forgetting how to move. Alyssa tried to get them to move, with great difficulty the eventually creaked into life. Alyssa didn't particularly care that she was completely naked in front of this stranger.

"So what's this special pattern?" Alyssa asked. She turned to see Hana placing the leotard, neatly folded, onto a bench, and then move over to a drawer, which she opened. Out of the drawer Hana removed several bundles of rope and a few other restraints.

"What's all that for?"

"Your boss does not want you to simply get an even tan. She wants you to show off the fact that you are a bondage model. You will get tan lines that who you are a kinky bondage model."

Alyssa rolled her eyes. Of course there was a catch. "I don't suppose there's a way I can refuse?"

"You can, but your boss says you can only work for her if you get this tan."

"Then i guess I don't have any choice. Go ahead."

Alyssa raised her arms in preparation. Hana came up behind and slipped a blindfold over her eyes, and then slotted in a large gag. Next came a nose hook that was hooked to a collar around the neck. And then came the very intricate and intimate process of tying Alyssa up. She was lain down on the tanning bed, and instructed to fold her arms and leg inwards to get a frog-tie. Alyssa complied, and was slowly trussed up in an uncomfortable position. The back of her feet rested against her butt, her legs bent in on themselves. Her palms were tucked in under her armpit. Several more lengths of rope formed a harness across her chest and wove around her crotch. It was slightly itchy. Alyssa had never been tied in this position before. She didn't hate it. She could see it being uncomfortable after long periods of time, but for now it was bearable.

Hana turned Alyssa to rest on her back, with her four overlapped limbs pointing upwards. Then the top of the tanning bed was pulled down and the tanning session began.