Despite their fetishistic apparel, the two models' appearance was hardly unusual, at least for this convention, and Jason leaned closer to get a better look.Despite their fetishistic apparel, the two models' appearance was hardly unusual, at least for this convention, and Jason leaned closer to get a better look. Admittedly, the garments were polished to a very high gloss, but that was hardly unique. He wondered what he and the assembled guests were supposed to get excited over. The female was dressed in rubber thigh boots with only moderately high heels, shoulder length gloves, and a long victorian-pattern corset-dress, with undersized holes where her breasts protruded through. The only thing striking about her that Jason could see was her unusually small waist, but even hers paled in comparison to some of the corseted waists he had seen this weekend. The other, a male, was dressed in a simple catsuit, with attached gloves and feet, and no hood. Both outfits were jet black, and the only feature of note was that both appeared to be made from very thick rubber, judging from the way it flexed as they moved. Miss Kat led them up onto the dais, positioning them front and center. She fiddled at their feet for some time, and Jason saw that she was strapping their feet to a pair of wide fixtures sitting on the dais. She had the woman put her arms behind her and chest thrust forward, in a comic imitation of parade rest position, and positioned the man with arms raised, in a standing spread eagle position, before she turned and finally addressed the gathering. |