Tan lines

Alyssa squirmed around for a few minutes in her full frog-tie. She had no ability to move her arms or free herself, and her legs were also rendered useless, being tucked over themselves. Paired with the gag and blindfold, Alyssa was rather turned on. The nose hook was odd, she hadn't used one before, as she always thought they looked undignified, but she guessed that was the point.

After a while, Alyssa gave up trying to resist and instead tried to masturbate. The rope between her pussy lips would rub her clit whenever she moved a certain way, so after several brushes against the floor of the bed, Alyssa felt her arousal rise. She managed to get rather close, but without the ability to actually reach down, she wasn't able to properly climax. She instead lay edged for the remainder of her twenty minutes, before she felt herself being taken off the bed and untied. As soon as Alyssa's arms were free, she shot them down to her crotch and finished herself off. She didn't even care that Hana was in the room with her. Hana had seen it all before, so she just waited patiently for Alyssa to tire herself out before removing the rest of the restraints.

The last item to be removed was the blindfold, after Alyssa had been helped to her feet. She had been placed in front of a mirror, and could immediately see the effects of her tan. Her skin had become a much darker orange-brown, while the tan-lines left by her restraints were still the regular pasty white. It was such a strong visual difference that you would have to be blind to not see it. Now anyone who saw Alyssa would be able to work out immediately the compromising position she had been in. The lines of the nose hook in particular stood out due to their odd shape. Alyssa had to imagine how embarrassing it would be to turn up to her job in her swimsuits with her current tan lines. It broadcast her fetish to everyone with no ability to hide it. The exhibitionist nature of that prospect served as an aphrodisiac, which, Alyssa realised, was most probably the reason Heather made her models do this.

Speaking of Heather, Alyssa decided to go find her. Regretfully, she was put back into her leotard, which did cover up some of the tan lines, but left her unable to cover the other ones with her hands.

Heather was waiting outside on a deck chair, still in her catsuit. She didn't look up when Alyssa arrived.

"I'm done."

The sound of Alyssa's voice however, was able to give Heather an indication that her subordinate had arrived. She turned to look at Alyssa with her featureless latex face and lipstick-covered mouth. "Great. How do you like the look?"

"It's uh...pretty hard to hide."

"That's the idea. Now, even when you're off duty, people will be able to know that you are an avid bondage enthusiast." Heather stood up. "Now, it is your job to maintain that tan, otherwise I will make you sunburn it in instead of tanning."

"Do you want me to use the tanning bed every day then?"

"No. In your free time I expect you to sunbathe while in the requisite bondage. I will not tie you up, so you'll need to learn how to hogtie yourself. The configuration of the ropes is not important, but you must always have the gag, blindfold, and nose hook tan lines as well. Understood?"

Alyssa was not the best at self-bondage, and the one time she had hogtied herself had almost been a disaster, so she was going to have to get some practice in. "I see."

"Now, shall we go get you started on the job then?" Heather asked, standing up from her chair and managing to find the exit. She waved goodbye to the clerk at the desk and then started to lead the way through the resort.

"How do you know where to go?" Alyssa asked.

"I was able to get here in this outfit, I can definitely get back fine," was all Heather replied.

Several people stared at Alyssa on her way past. Her face and legs were the only parts of her that sported the tan lines, but that was enough to get people commenting to each other. Or at least, the ones that weren't blindfolded. At first it annoyed Alyssa, but then she felt turned on at being the center of attention.

The duo eventually made it to the restraint shop, which wasn't yet open. Heather led Alyssa around to a back entrance, where there were three other people waiting. Two women, one man. They all had the same tan lines as her. The first woman was of darker complexion, with long black hair that barely covered her topless chest. She wore a blindfold, and a string bikini bottom. The man was white, with black hair, dressed in a speedo and an armbinder. The third woman sported a mid-length bob of blue hair, white sling bikini, and was absolutely covered in piercings. She had the usual of course - nose, ears, eyebrow, nipples, tongue - but also had a whole raft of rings lining the sides of her legs and arms. In fact, as Alyssa scrutinized the woman closer, she could see that her ring gag was actually a piercing that was locked on to her face, unable to be removed. Her tongue was speared through the middle on a rod that stretched to the top and bottom of the ring.

"This must be the other newbie," the man said. "Looks familiar."

"So she should Darren, this is a world-famous athlete," Heather replied. "Tamara, unlock the door for me please."

"Oh my god, yeah, it is her," Darren replied. "That diver chick, right?"

Alyssa nodded. "That's me, yeah....Alyssa. I would shake your hand, but uh...you can probably see why that would be difficult."

"Pleased to meet ya. My name's Darren. This here is Tamara, and that chick with the piercings is Claire. She's also new."

"Is she alright? Those piercings look painful."

"Yeah she's just a bit of a weird one. She's here to promote this new piercing shop that opened up. Some new **** form of bondage."

Claire crossed her arms in offense at being called weird. She tried to protest but only succeeded in making weird vowel sounds.

At this point, Tamara had succeeded in getting the door open, and Heather ushered the group inside.

"Do those..come off?" Alyssa asked Claire.

Claire nodded. "Oo uu aa oo uu i."

Alyssa nodded, unsure what else to say. "I'll take your word for it."

The group were now in a sort of locker room mixed with a break room. Tamara fought blindly to find the light switch. Claire wandered over to help.

"Good morning everyone," Heather greeted once everyone was inside. "Now, I'm sure Darren and Tamara can show Claire and Alyssa the ropes. You'll all find the restraints you're promoting today in your lockers. Now, Claire and Alyssa, take note that I require you to be wearing your required restraints for your entire shift, even during breaks. It takes too much time to get you in and out. You can remain in your restraints after your shift if you so wish. Clear?"

"Um, I have a question," Alyssa asked.

"Yes?"

"What are we meant to do once we're in our restraints?"

"That depends. If you are not fixed on a display podium, I expect you to be walking around interacting with customers. If you have the ability to speak, you should be answering questions. If you have the ability to use your hands, you will help customers try on restraints."

"The display podium?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, you'll be on that today, as it'll be easier to get the hang of things with less to do," Heather turned to leave. "I shall be wearing this outfit all day. Tamara, I will need you to gag me once you are all set. Understood?"

"Got it!" Tamara gave a thumbs up.

"Perfect, now, lets have a good day people. Let's get clothes off and restraints on. We open in twenty."