Fetish Magician: First gig: Annie

I am Annie. I live with Master. Most of the time we live like a normal couple, but occasionally Master will arrange what we refer to as an 'Interesting Experience'. This is usually something of a sexual adventure where I get to explore my exhibitionist and submissive sides.

About three months after my last 'Interesting Experience' Master was on the phone to someone while I was clearing up the lunch things. He called out, "Annie! Pick up the extension in the den and tell this man that you are willing to help him out with a performance."

I rushed to the den and picked up the phone, "Annie here."

Master said, "Good. Annie, speak to this man and tell him you'd like to be a part of his magic show. I'm going to hang up so you may speak freely and don't forget to give him our contact details when you are finished."

This had the signs of the beginnings of an 'Interesting Experience'; I was excited by the prospect. "Yes, Master," I said. When Master had hung up I said, "Hello, Sir?"

A gentle, and not entirely confident, voice replied, "Hello. Annie is it?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm Annie. And you are ...?" I hope that name given by the man on the phone might give me a clue about the type of experience I could anticipate.

"My name is Tom and I'm a magician. Your, err, Master just volunteered you to be my assistant."  He did not seem particularly comfortable with referring to Master as Master, which told me he was not heavily into D/s. This was further confirmed when he asked, "Are you OK with that?"

"Master said that he would be organising an 'Interesting Experience' for me. I guess this is what he meant." I tried to keep my voice neutral, fishing for clues as to the nature of the experience on offer.

"And you're ok with that?" He seemed concerned that I might be being forced into something against my will.

He sounded kind so I decided to put his mind at ease. "Yes, of course, Master wants me to have interesting experiences."

He queried my acquiescence, "Does your definition of interesting include being victim in various magic illusions, bondage and nudity in front of a group of men?" The latter two sounded like the usual ingredients of an 'Experience' and I did not have any ideas about the first. He added, "You may end up being touched by those men, but they won't be having sex with you."

"Don't think He or I would mind that so long as it was in interesting circumstances." I assured him.

He seemed taken aback, but rallied. "I don't think it'll happen this time, but maybe if there is another time, but it'll depend on so many things." He sounded like he may be open for a change of plan, or an escalation of things, if a second time occurred.

"You sound like this might not be a one off event." I was trying to gauge if this had the possibility of becoming a series of interesting experiences.

"Well, I'm hoping for some more bookings, but I am quite prepared, if you don't like it, to find another assistant. But then again, if you do like it I might find another assistant to allow for more flexibility." This told me quite a bit; he only needed me to commit to once, but I might be able to have more if I wanted, and that there may in future be a second person involved which expanded the 'interesting' possibilities.

"That sounds like you have ideas that could be fun. So, I'm up for it," I stated. "Do you want any information about me?"

I was asked for details such as height, dress size and shoe size and I gave them to him. I found it interesting what questions he did not ask. I then gave him our contact details as Master had instructed. Finally, he asked, "Do you have any questions you'd like to ask?"

"What are you actually going to do to me?" still fishing for clues as to the kind of experience I was saying yes to.

"I assume you mean besides tying you up and exposing your body to a group of total strangers." He sounded like he was glossing over his lack of knowledge. This meant to me that either this 'experience' would be easy or very challenging.

I decided not to call his bluff, "Yes." But asked about the bit I did not know about, "What kind of magic did you have planned?"

"I haven't yet worked out the details, but I expect I'll do an appearance, a division of some sort, a penetration of some sort, maybe a levitation and probably a disappearance." He seemed more confident; this seemed to be his home ground. He gave the impression of knowing what he was doing, but not being well organised.

The stuff that he mentioned sounded complicated, so naturally I asked, "And you don't need me to rehearse any of that?"

"No," he replied, "I want it to be a new experience for you. That way you'll react naturally to the magic and enhance the show." This put me in mind of the simple illusions I'd seen performed on TV chat show hosts, the guillotine and the one where a jigsaw cut through their middle. I did not see how they could be made interesting. The other, possibly more interesting, magic stuff I assumed needed a lot of rehearsal to work.

It was time to stop, because I had no more questions that I felt would make me any the wiser. "OK, if you need to ask more questions or let us know something, you've got the number. Otherwise, we'll see you there. Thank you for trusting us." I hung up.

I went back to clearing up after lunch.

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That night I lay in Master's arms, feeling his warmth against my back. He asked, "What do you think, Annie?"

"About what, Master?" I asked sleepily.

"The magician fellow."

"Oh," This was the first time he had mentioned Tom since the call. "He seemed nice, perhaps too nice."

"Meaning?"

"He sounded like he was a vanilla, so is he going to really going make this a proper 'Interesting experience'? Unless the magic he is going to do with me is more exciting than I expect, given the lack of rehearsal, it may turn out to be a disappointment."

"I see what you mean, but if turns out to be a dud, I'm sure I'll find a way to make it up to you."

"How did you find this guy, anyway?"

"He advertised in our magazine, so I did a bit of research. He's a kid's party magician, but he's trying to branch out, he was also advertising a fetish magic show designed to the employer's requirements. This'll be his first show."

My level of apprehension rose, not only was I worried that as 'Interesting Experiences' go it might be dull, but now I might be a factor in holding back Tom's chosen career.

I did not get much time to ponder this as Master's hands came round and cupped my breasts as he whispered, "I can just imagine you in a magician's assistants outfit." He squeezed me to him as he massaged my bosom and paid attention to my nipples with his thumbs. "A red velvet outfit with sequins and fishnet stockings" As one hand caressed my inner thighs; I could feel his excitement pressing between my buttocks.

Continuing to stroke my body from knee to neck, he turned me so that I was on my back. "I can see you lying back in a box with your hands trapped by head." He gathered my hands in one of his and held them above my head. He was now kneeling between my legs, his free hand still wandering over my body. "Your ankles trapped by the stocks at the other end of the box." He hooked his feet over my legs so I was now totally under his control. "The lids of the box locked shut." He lowered himself onto me; I felt the pressure of his chest on mine.

"What happens next?" I ask with the breathlessness of my arousal.

"The magician gets out a big saw," he said in barely a whisper using his free hand to adjust his cock so that it rested between my thigh and my outer lips.

"What does he do with his big saw?" My excitement was making my voice husky.

"He shows you how big and sharp the saw is." He moves his cock so that I feel it brush across my mound to the other side, before he drew back and ran its head up and down my labia applying delightful pressure to my sweet button. Another teasing stroke between my lips and he said, "Then he inserts the saw into a slot in the box." I feel the tip of his cock enter me. He stops teasingly.

If I had not been held down I would have move my hips to get more of him inside me. "What does he do next?" I asked.

"After a pause to let you sense the full extent of your peril, He begins to move the saw through the box with an in/out motion." He pushed forward, pressing his cock further into me; on the way it brushed across my most sensitive spot. And again as he withdrew until once more only the head was inside me.

After two more slow thrusts, he said, "He will begin to speed up until the teeth of the saw touch your delicate flesh." His speed of thrusting increased for maybe 30 seconds. Then he stopped and pinched me, which derailed the approaching orgasm. "He looks into your eyes; asking if he should carry on."

There is a moment of tension before I nod. "You nod, just the merest of nods, before he continues to saw through your slender waist" His thrusting resumes and the forearm of the free arm is now pressing into my belly as he saws it back and forth in time with his penetration of me. As he speeds up, his saw motion increases too, like he is trying to saw me in half. My arousal builds despite the pressure.

As my orgasm approached he said in a hoarse whisper between panting due to his exertion, "Until ... he ... finally ... saws ... through ... you." The word 'you' coincided with my orgasm, which triggered his.

As I recovered my senses to do more than pant and bask in the ripples of pleasure, I found his arm under the small of my back; as if he had passed his forearm through me.

"Wow! What a rush. You are the best." I said. "Why didn't you tell me you had a thing for magician's assistants?"

He released my hands and rolled off me, his arm still under my back. "I didn't think I had. But you as a magician's assistant is another matter completely."

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In the time before the day of the performance we asked ourselves lots of questions:-

Some we simply could not answer:-

- How big would the audience be?
- How naked would I be? For how long?
- What types of bondage would be involved?
- What magic tricks would he do? And how would he get me through them?

Some we guessed at:-
- How was I supposed to dress? I decided on simple and comfortable.
- Whether Tom would have his act together on the night? We hoped so.
- Whether I would get something from this 'Experience'? Again, we hoped so, although it was already worth it just from the increase in Master's ardour at the idea of me being an assistant, which intensified further when I bought a costume that matched his description of a magician's assistant's costume.
- Would Master be allowed to video the performance? We would just have to ask, but I wanted to see what happened, if the performance was not as dull as I feared it would be.

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The day of the performance I showered and did my hair and make up, before dressing in a bra, panties, plain white t-shirt and a blue knee-length skirt. We had concluded that this outfit had the advantages of being easy to change out of, if Tom was going to provide a costume (which given he asked for my dress size, he might), and it gave me some of the 'girl next door' vibe if I was going to end up performing in it.

We left in good time, but, traffic being what it is, we arrived a couple of minutes later than planned.

As we pulled into the car park of the community centre where the event was being held a tall man in a black suit, black shirt and white tie emerged from the back of a large white van. I wound down the window and called, "Are you Tom?"

"Yes, Annie," he replied recognising my voice.

"Been waiting long?" I countered.

"No, I've only just changed. You're bang on time."

We parked.

We went across to him. He looked like he was very pleased with how I looked. I smiled, mainly to cover my slight nervousness, but I was also excited by the prospect of this evening. He returned a smile which combined something protective with something untamed.  Master was also smiling, but his smile was lust for 'Annie, the magician's assistant'.

Master raise the camcorder in his hand and asked, "Do you mind if I video Annie's performance?" He looked doubtful, so Master added, "Purely for private use, of course."

He considered for a moment, "Ok, but I want a copy too; for marketing purposes." Master nodded, so he added, "If the clients want a copy we halve the profit." He hesitated. "I'll let them know we can start when they're ready."

He strolled into the building and returned a few minutes later saying that he would be starting the show in five minutes, but I was not needed until another ten minutes after that.

"Is there something I should do before then, to prepare?" I asked.

"The first trick would be a lot easier if you stripped down to your underwear."

This sounded more like the start of an 'Interesting Experience'. Immediately I stripped off my T-shirt and skirt, then did a twirl on the spot. He looked a bit dumbfounded, but obviously liked what he saw. "I seem to have landed on my feet here. I can't imagine a better assistant."

He quickly glanced at his watch. "It's time we got moving. Annie, would you wait in the van; I don't want them seeing you before I'm ready."

"OK," I agreed, "but how will I know it's time to come in?"

"You'll know. Trust me, you'll know." He had a bit of a twinkle in his eye.

He opened the van's rear door so that I could climb in. As he shut the door, he said, "I'll see you soon."

He headed back to the venue and Master followed, camcorder in hand.

The inside of the van was empty except for a mattress so I decided to lie down and wait.

I must have got drowsy, because before too long my feet and lower legs went numb. I leaned up and looked at my feet, but they weren't there, just my flat shoes with my socks still in them lay on the mattress about 18 inches beyond my knees. Then feeling came back to my feet, shins and calves, but not the feeling of lying on a mattress, but the feeling of standing in shoes with heels and the hem of a dress tickling my calves, which did not make sense as I was lying on a mattress in just my bra and panties. Moments later, I felt something touch my toe, which as I am slightly ticklish caused my toes to twitch.

The numbness returned; this time from knee to waist. Even in the dim interior of the van I could tell that my lower half had disappeared, not leaving my panties behind. The numbness faded. I could now feel my panties and a soft skirt. A pair of hands gently stroked from my hips to my ankles with enough pressure that it did not tickle. Then I felt the hem of the skirt start to rise; from calf to knee and beyond. Where would this stop? Would this stop? Thankfully it did stop at high mid thigh level and dropped back into place. After a pause I felt a firm hand smoothed the fabric across my buttocks. The excitement of having an unknown pair of hands caress me was compounded by the idea that I could not look round to see whose hands they were.

A small part of my brain asked the rest why I was not panicking; I was lying in the back of a stranger's van and half of me had disappeared. The rest of my brain shrugged; maybe it is part of the magic show, anyway it does not feel bad, just odd.

Such speculation was cut short as my torso went numb and vanished. I tried to move my head, but it just toppled to the side until I was resting on my jaw and right ear. As previously, sensation returned but the body did not. The main sensations were the fabric surrounding my torso and the change in pressure on my breasts; no longer lying flattened against my chest but supported by my bra. Soon the hands returned to caress me; first they stroked down my side which I felt not only touched but steadied too, then one made the reverse journey from my waist across my stomach and over my chest. I tried to take a deep breath to feel the hand better, but it did not happen.

As I watched the numb feeling took my arms. Did my arms fade or just vanish? I can not tell because I took a long blink as the numbness took hold. Shortly, I could feel my arms again in long gloves pinned to something. With my body feeling as if were standing and my head lying on its side, I was feeling a little unstable; so I moved my hands in hope of finding something to hold on to. I quickly found something and gripped a pair of vertical items either side of my body. Feeling that my body was safer from accidentally falling over, I swivelled my hips a bit in the hope of encouraging more of the caresses I had felt earlier.  I soon felt a pat on my behind and instinctively moved my hand to intercept any further familiarity. I felt the support of my right glove release, so I went back to holding the upright.

The faint glimmerings of numbness started to manifest themselves in my head and neck, but another long blink took over and when I opened my eyes it was a lot brighter and all I could see was green. The green, which was a large square of cloth, soon lowered allowing me to see what was beyond. It was a fairly large room with a few tables, one of which had snacks and a chiller full of beers on, and seated in front of the tables were eleven casually dressed men, behind them was Master with his camcorder raised and an expression of combined lust and wonder. Nearer at hand was Tom still holding the green cloth. He was already detaching my dress and gloves from the arch-like frame, I was stood in on a small stool.

He offered his hand, which I took as I stepped down. I turned my back to the audience and hugged him. I whispered, "That was very sensual and you've got good hands, I hope I'll be feeling more of them". For the benefit of the audience I said, "This is a lovely dress. Can I keep it?" He smiled; it seemed that I had said just the right thing. I also did a turn on the spot, partly to see how the dress moved and partly to show myself off to the men watching.

"Now that we've caught our woman, gents, its time to cut her in two," he announced. He took my hand and guided me towards a pile of stuff on a low wheeled base.

As he was taking a couple of cylindrical items from either side of the board that stood up from the base, I said, "That doesn't look like a sawing in half. Isn't there supposed to be a box I lie down in, or something?"

He seemed glad that I was playing the part of the magical innocent. "That is so last century; besides everyone knows how it's done," he said and the audience seemed to agree. "So someone came up with a different way and this is my version of that. So, first, young lady pick a side!"

I must have looked confused. "Sorry, I can't be calling you 'young lady' all evening. What would you like me to call you?"

The question took me by surprise; especially as he already knew my name. Then I realised that he was acting to reinforce the impression I was unknown to him and/or he was giving me an opportunity to adopt a pseudonym; either way it was not necessary. "Err, I think I like 'young lady', but my name is Annie," I replied

"Ok, Annie would you stand on one side of the apparatus; it doesn't matter which, it is ambidextrous." I stood beside the base on the side that was nearest and faced the assembled men with it on my right. "Good. Now take a couple of steps forward." As I took a couple of steps forward, he picked up one of the tubes and slid it between the horizontal bars, so that it was supported above the near side. "Now please stand so that you upper body is inside the tube," he instructed.

I turned to the apparatus and realised that I would need to stoop or squat to enter the tube supported about three feet above the base. I half stooped, half squatted and smoothed the skirt of the dress across my buttocks, so that it did not ride up too far; as I was stepping onto the base, it was evident from the whistles and comments that the audience were enjoying the view. If I had been sure I would remain stable, I would have wiggled my bottom for their appreciation, but it did not feel as if the low platform was totally secure so I concentrated on rising from my low position into the tube. Once I was upright, I turned to face the men. Unfortunately, all I could see was the inside of the tube; the dip in the front of the top of the tube was just above forehead height, but I could detect the outline of some kind of door.

"Sorry, Annie, would you mind coming out again. I need to make an adjustment?" Tom apologised.

While he went behind the curtain to find what he needed, I turned and lowered myself into a squat and wiggled for the pleasure of my audience. I was enjoying being the centre of attention and was feeling quite sexy too. They, in turn, made their pleasure heard. I heard the magician returning, so I stood up and faked a nonchalant smile. He place a small block under the tube I had previously entered, then he stood and looked at me; he mostly looked at my face, but I spotted a couple of moments when his gaze was lower and it seemed he had noticed the aroused state of my nipples despite the cover of bra and dress.

"Ok, Annie. Please re-enter the tube and stand on the block!" he instructed. "That should make you just the right height."

Again smoothing my dress, I stooped and stepped into place, but with the block in the way I could not give the men quite as much swivel and shake as they might have wanted, but I did my best. Standing on the block was tricky in unfamiliar high heels, but turning to face forward was worrying, but I made it without incident. I could now see the men of the audience with my face in the dip in the front of the tube. I shone a smile at them, but I do not think I quite concealed the anxiety that my precarious footing caused.

"There's Annie's face," he pointed out. "And here is a place to put a steadying hand." I took this as an invitation to place my hand there. He also drew my attention to another place where I could put a hand to steady myself. Now that I felt more stable, I gyrated my hips and made a show of further stabilising my position.

There was a bit of noise as Tom enclosed my lower body in another tube that opened by hinging down one edge and the hooked back together as it hung from the vertical panel that divided the end of the base I stood on from the other end. I was now hidden by metal tubes from neck to knee. He quickly opened doors in the fronts of both tubes to remedy the situation, then went behind the apparatus. I did my best at a sensual dance, restricted by the need to hold on and not move my feet.

Tom did something behind me which produce a minor distraction from my body. Then I heard some metal sliding against metal.  Soon, he was doing something directly behind me. I looked down and caught a glimpse of something metal.

"What's that, you've got there?" I asked.

"This?" He waved the sheet of metal by its small wooden handle one-handed and tapped it with the other; it sounded just like anyone would expect. "It's the blade I'm going to use to cut you in half." He quickly located the blade so that it ran in the lower slot of the horizontal rails in front and behind me; I felt the front come to rest against my hip.

At this point, it seemed that he was really going to try to push the blade through me; a terrifying thought. I tried to maintain my composure, but I think it was obvious I was unsure I wanted to continue with this experience, no matter how interesting it got. Trying to still act as the magic newbie, I asked, "Will it hurt?"

He seemed completely unsure how to answer this. He said, "Quite honestly, Annie, I don't know. The only two people I ever cut in half never spoke to me again; but then I didn't let them know I was going to. On the other hand, neither of them screamed while it was happening so I don't suppose it's that bad." I cannot have looked particularly reassured, and I was not, so he added, "They did both survive the experience."

Our audience laughed, thinking this was some rehearsed banter, but I was wondering how long they had spent in hospital, before their survival was assured; but on the other hand another part of my brain was pointing out that he would not risk harming me seriously this early in the show and not with Master watching. I also remembered that Master had told me that Tom had said he would not harm an assistant on principle.

I resisted the impulse to try and get out of the tubular cabinet I was in and took a deep breath to calm my nerves.

"Fast or slow?" he asked. Whether he had said anything before that, I don't know, because I was too wrapped up in the panic brought on by my proposed division. I must have looked as if I had missed something, so he rephrased the question, "Do you want me to cut you in half quickly or do it slowly?"

Having done some research, by watching some videos on YouTube, I responded with, "I don't suppose not at all is an option?" He shook his head. I decided things were easier to stop if they went slow, so I said, "In that case, slow, I guess. But if it hurts I'll ask you to speed up." he nodded.

He spent a little time closing the doors in the front, before he returned the blade's handle and said, "Well, here goes."

That was all the warning I got. He immediately began to apply pressure to the blade's handle, thus pressing the sharp edge of the blade against my hip; uncomfortable but not painful. This continued for a few seconds before I felt a prick, like being stuck with a needle, then another sensation I could not identify. The sensation was going from the prick site across me. I took a brief glimpse down and saw that the blade was obscuring half the view towards my feet. I quickly looked back up and concentrated on recognising the sensation I was experiencing, instead of considering the truth of what was happening to me.

My pondering was stopped by the stopping of the blade and Tom fiddling with something out of sight, a catch, I guess. The audience seemed a bit distracted by something else, some were sniggering; something else had happened, but I could not figure out what.

"Did that hurt, Annie?" he asked.

I gathered up my senses and answered, "No, not really, apart from the prick when you started. It just tingles in a weird way, like sexy pin and needles. It just feels odd." He seemed to store this response for future consideration.

"Shall we see what I've done?" he asked the audience. Not even waiting for a response, he re-opened the front doors of the cabinet. Once he had got the doors open, I felt the air seemed a bit freer round my legs. A quick movement of my knee confirmed to me that the skirt part of the dress had disappeared. I guessed that Tom's blade had cut the dress (such a pity) and the watching men had noticed.

"Now that Annie is in two pieces, it's time to prove it," announced the guy who had just cut me in half. Suddenly I saw the world slip sideways. It took me a moment to interpret this, but I soon realised that he had pushed to the other side of the apparatus; the side that my legs weren't.

Then he turned the platform round so I was facing away from the men. I heard another door open and the air round my legs seemed even freer. "What are you doing back there?" I asked.

"Just showing the gentlemen your legs from behind and your lovely bottom." I judged that he was at the other end of the equipment. I felt his hand appreciatively pat my bottom and realised that if my bottom was where it usually was relative to the rest of my torso, he would not have been in a position to reach. I looked over the rim of the tube, but could not see my feet, but I now realised that this was because of the upright board that separated the sides of the gear rather than the blade that seemed to support my upper half on the no-legs side.

"Now that I've done the lady cut in two, I'd better put her back together again, so that I can do more." The reversing of the effect was done with a lot less fuss, than its achievement. He turn me to face front again and closed the doors, before shoving my upper half back into the accustomed position relative to my lower half. He removed and stowed the blade that had so recently support my torso and then came round to remove the blade that had severed me.

The feeling of the blade being withdrawn was unexpectedly pleasant, given that I had hardly felt it going in. If the sensation had not been centred on the point where my spine had been cut, I would have sworn it was an orgasm. I felt unsteady with the feelings it induced, so I gripped the handholds of the tube to prevent me slipping off the wooden block I was standing on.

By the time I was back to my senses, Tom had removed the lower tube; had I really been concentrating on the inner sensations of being put back together that long?

Without being invited, I stepped down from the block and pushed it aside with a foot. At this point I noticed that the block was surrounded by a ring of green fabric. A quick look down confirmed that the dress had not survived the illusion as well as I had. I suspected that I was not intended to know this yet and decided that I would act as if I still had the complete dress until it was obvious that I should know. I turned and bent so that I could extract myself from the upper tube and swished my derriere as if I thought I still had a dress that covered it. The men responded with enthusiasm as I emerged smiling.

As the noise began to subside, Tom said, "I'm going to need your gloves, Annie. Besides, they don't go with the short dress you're wearing."

I looked down as if to see what he was talking about and then looked at him. Then I pretended to realise what I had just seen and took another look with my eyes wide; astonished was the look I was going for.

Then I went about the task of sensuously peeling the gloves from my arms; I put a bit of wiggle in my hips and looked at the men. They seemed to like it. Gloves removed, I tossed them lightly to the magician.

He dismissed me by saying, "While I entertain the men, please put all the equipment behind the curtain and bring back everything marked with a 'B'." Then he rolled the gloves into a ball and threw them upwards. Instead of coming back down they vanished at the top of the throw and were replaced by four large silk squares; two red and two yellow.

I pushed the low platform, upon which I has so recently be divided in two, around the end of the curtain which seemed to serve the dual roles of back drop and demarcation of back stage. The area behind was quite neat and there was an obvious place to park the kit. Some of the gear was labelled by the letters written in marker on post-it notes. I quickly found two items with 'B's stuck to them. The first was a frame made of light metal wider at the base than the top. The frame had casters on each corner, so I wheeled it out to the performance area.

I returned with the other platform (the one with the arch in which I had appeared) and dragged out the other piece of 'B' apparatus out on its casters. This item was a smallish base with an upright pipe and another horizontal piece on top of that.

Having wheeled this piece of equipment and positioned it symmetrically with frame, I waited to see what was next and to see if I could catch some of what he was doing with the squares of silk; it made no sense to me.

He paused in his performance to survey the kit I had brought out from behind the curtain. "Stupid girl, you need to get the last item, the box on a stick with tripod feet," he said in a tone that I think was meant to be a combination of commanding and dominating, but did not quite reach.

I turned to go and fetch the missing item, but he continued, "But as you're here, I want your help with a small demonstration." I did not have a clue what he wanted, I suspect it showed in my expression.

I went to stand beside Tom, while he handed the pair of yellow squares to one of the guys in the front row; I later learn that he was Derek, the honoured guest celebrating his fiftieth birthday. "Now, Annie, I want you to insert a corner of each handkerchief into an armhole of your dress and then hold the opposite corner out from your body," he said as he handed me the red squares. He made a point of handing them to me one at a time as if it was important that they were separate.

I inserted a corner of each handkerchief into the armholes of the dress and picked up the diagonally opposite corners; silently blessing that I had shaved under my arms.

"Derek, what do you suppose will happen if you knot the corners of the two yellow silks together?" asked the magician.

"Maybe, the corners of the red ones will knot together too," Derek replied, as though that was not his real expectation, but he was playing along.

"But, Derek, the ends are too far apart to knot," Tom pointed out. "So perhaps for the sake of the experiment you should tie your two squares together."

Derek made a real meal of showing his friends what he was doing as he tied two corners of the yellow squares, his eyes barely left my chest, as if he was expecting something to happen. I certainly did not feel anything happen.

Once Derek's squares were tied together, with nothing else seeming to happen, Tom shrugged and said, "That didn't seem to work. Oh, well. Thank you, Annie, carry on!"

I turned to go and locate the missing 'B' item. As I did Tom took the corner of the red silk I had been holding and dragged it out from where I had tucked it. Before I had taken more than four of five steps, the audience was applauding and whistling. I looked back to see what had caused that reaction.

In Tom's hands held up for the group to see was a bra with a red square of silk tied to either end. It took me a moment to realise that it was my bra and that I was now bra-less. I felt my jaw drop. This was definitely shaping up to be a very interesting experience. I instantly decided that I did not mind being half dressed, even the halves were not the usual halves, so I gave a shrug and went about my mission to find the missing bit of the next trick.

I found the box on the tripod stand next to where I had parked the cutting in half kit. I also spotted the post-it with the letter 'B' on the floor next to it; I guess it fell off at some stage, perhaps I had nudged it while moving something else.

When I returned to the front, with the box, the coloured squares were nowhere to be seen.

"Good Annie," Tom said. I smiled a smile that said I was glad to have pleased him. "It's time to get you involved again. Kneel on the base of the stand with your back to the pole, facing the gentlemen!"

I went and knelt on the base with my back to the pole and my ankles either side of it. He came round behind me and adjusted the height of the pole so that the small board on top was level with the base of my neck.

"OK, that's good, now shuffle back a bit so that your back is touching the pole and you neck touches the top!" he instructed.

I shuffled back on my knees. He had a piece of wood in his hand with a semi-circular cut-out; he used it to guide, not force, my neck into place. He quickly attached the wood in place with a couple of clips. Restraint was something I was familiar with from other 'interesting experiences' I had had, but what was this magician planning to do? I hoped it was no worse than being cut in two, but I knew it could be so much worse. I allowed my mixed feelings to show on my face.

"Alright, hands behind the pole, please, Annie," was the next instruction. I was not entirely sure of my balance, but immediately complied. This moved my balance point back which helped. I crossed my wrists behind my back, the other side of the vertical pole and he snapped a pair of handcuffs round them. Then I felt his breath on my rear as he leant further down and fitted another pair of cuffs to my ankles. I relaxed a bit; I had no control of what happened next, but knew Master was near so I would come to no harm.

Next he fastened a belt round my waist and elbows. "You ok?" he whispered.

"Tighter might be nice," I replied.

He adjusted the strap another notch; forcing my arms tighter to my sides and causing my breasts to stick out further. I winced involuntarily, but immediately smiled to try and reassure him I was OK. He did not tighten the belt any further. This addition secured me firmly to the stand, so I did not feel unstable any more.

He turned the stand and me sideways and said, "Now for a final adjustment." He leaned down and hooked the chain between my ankles; pulling them up so that my weight was on my knees. I assumed he planned to attach the chain to the pole somehow, to hold my ankles in place with my heels digging into my buttocks.

The men of the audience giggled, then he said, "Maybe I should have waited before chaining Annie's ankles." He paused. "Oh never mind." I heard the chain touch the pole and then chain was the same side of the pole I was; I could feel it between the pole and the tops of my thighs.

Tom turned me back to face our audience; saying, "Doesn't she look beautiful; trussed up like that?" Noise of general agreement came back.

Then he started acting puzzled. "There's something not quite right here." Some more seconds of pondering and then inspiration hit him in the hammiest way possible.

"V P L!" he declared. "No lady likes a visible panty line. Well I can do something about that."

I thought, 'I'm not wearing anything for my panties to be visible under', then realisation of his intentions came to me. But with my knees squeezed tight and my ankles chained, I could not work how he intended to remove my knickers.

He fished a purple cloth from his jacket pocket and passed them in front of my groin, by the end of which I was panty-free and I could feel the air around my shaven private parts, which were not so private any more.

"I guess we'll never know if Annie here is a natural blonde," he commented, while the men made their appreciation of my new level of exposure felt. I was thinking this comment was unjust, because I am a totally natural blonde; you cannot get my hair colour from a bottle.

I was about to remark on the injustice of that aside, when he said, "Now for the trick." I refrained from voicing my thought, because it was his show and I did not want to derail it and possibly effect his career.

He placed a frame over my head and then started fiddling with my hair. I had not agreed to have anything done to my hair, so I asked, "What are you doing back there?"

"Just tying your hair into ponytails, so it doesn't get caught in anything. You can undo it when I finish, if you like."

It was evident that he was doing nothing that I could not undo, so I said, "OK."

Into the frame around my head he slotted panels; first on the sides, the back and then the top; I felt them as they went in, because they touched my ears and hair. I was getting fearful, because I'd seen magicians use a set-up like this before and then stick knives into the box with the person's head, but those boxes seemed deeper than this one; if he had slid a panel into the front of the frame my nose would have been squashed.

My fear increased a couple of notches when he brought out three serial-killer type daggers; a sharp point and sharp edges with a serrated curve between the two and six inches long. I started to struggle against my bonds; to no avail.

He placed knives on top on the box containing my head and draped the purple cloth over the open front of the box. I heard three faint clicks, which in retrospect I realise were some magnets holding the cloth in place; I am sometimes amazed by what I notice when I approach the edge of panic.

I heard him pick up two of the knives and the scratching as he located them in slots in the side panels, just by my ears. "Are you ready?" he called. I heard some of the men respond with 'Yes', but I was not sure I wanted to continue and tried to shout 'No!', but found that my mouth was full and all I managed was a terrified squeak.

A thud followed as he returned the knives to the top of the box and then undraped the cloth from in front of my face. He looked at my frustration at being prevented from speaking and pulled from my mouth the knickers I had been wearing before he vanished them. "I always wondered where they went," he said pocketing them.

He went out of my sight and I heard a repeat of the taking of two daggers and locating them in the side slots. Suddenly, the purple cloth was falling across my vision and then I did another of those long blinks, but I also felt a pricking sensation in both ears.

The cloth was swished away sideways. The view had changed and I could feel the sexy pins and needles sensation in my neck. To me it made sense in a perverse sort of way, but for the sake of the show I pretended ignorance and asked, "What happened? One minute I'm on the right and now I'm on the left."

I felt my head rotate, which matched the rotation of my limited view, but I could not feel any movement of my body, then I saw why. My body came into view, still strapped and cuffed to the post where it had first been tied. My mind naturally rejected this explanation and I said, "That can't be my body."

Rather than verbally confirm or deny that my head was looking at my body from ten feet away, he walked into view and began to caress the captive torso. He began by massaging my shoulders, then moved down to my breasts, where I could feel him pay particular attention to my nipples, which were standing rigid through the soft fabric of the remainder of the dress. He trailed his fingers down my partially bare belly; I could both see and feel when his touch went from through the pale green fabric to being directly on my skin. Finally he reach my pussy, where he stroked my outer lips and traced a fingertip around my clitoris, before slipping his middle finger between those lips and into my wet vagina. He swirled his finger briefly and it stroked across my G-spot. I have never been so gently invaded by a stranger. Before my level of excitement could go up by much Tom withdraw his finger.

He came back to where I was viewing this action and pressed his middle finger into my mouth and I licked it clean.

"Is that your body, Annie?" he asked.

"Well, I could feel every move you were making and your finger certain tastes of me, so I guess it must be me." I felt fascinated, bemused, a little horrified and quite a bit excited. "This is certainly turning out to be an interesting experience," I commented, more for Tom's and Master's benefit than any other member of the small audience.

"Time for a little audience participation," Tom announced. "I need a volunteer to check that Annie's body stays put."

With the stub of my neck stuck in a stock, my wrists handcuffed behind a pole, strapped to the pole and forced to support my weight on my knees I was not likely to move anywhere.

The magician brought forward the man, who I later discovered, was Derek; the guy who was the guest of honour. He was soon knelt behind my body fondling me under the pretext of getting to know what my body felt like to prevent any substitution.

I spotted Tom carrying a large light blue cloth from his prop-box and whispered to him, "He knows how to feel a woman, but you're better."

He went to frame where my body was trapped and asked Derek to take his hands away for a moment. He took this moment to drape the blue cloth over the frame. He then asked Derek to confirm that my body was still under the cloth and strapped in. A short period of groping followed, then Derek confirmed to his friends that I was still there. He was asked to take a firm grip on my body; quite expectedly he grabbed my breasts, not painfully, but not gently either.

Tom stooped and pulled the cloth; dragging it down the device holding most of me captive. I felt a numbness in all my body expect my head. I looked to see what had happened, only to see the bondage device empty with a pool of shiny blue cloth in front and a disappointed-looking Derek holding the top half of the green dress.

Derek was returned to his also disappointed friends; I guess they had been hoping my dress would vanish instead of my body.

"Am I going to get my body back?" I asked while Tom was taking apart the box he had previously constructed around my head.

"In due course, Annie," he said. "I wouldn't send you home without it," he assured me. "Just bear with me."

"But my body is bare, I can't bare any further can I?" I punned as he draped the purple cloth over my head.

I felt him lift the cloth behind my head and hoped I would have more than a plain purple view, but then I felt my head move. This carried on for a while and was beginning to get motion-sickness when I felt things turn round and the cloth dropped down in front of me and seemed to be held under my chin. I could not quite tell if the top edge of the cloth, which was still between Tom's hands was supporting my head or just being held in place. This went on for a short while.

Then he lowered the cloth so that the bottom hem touched the floor and then steadily raised it to waist height. During this rise I began to feel sensation from my lower limbs. He suddenly pulled the cloth away. I seemed to be half my normal height. Not being sure what had happened I tried to take a half-step forward, but something with my balance was off and I stumbled. Tom placed steadying hands on my hips which my eyes told me were where my shoulders should be. Then I smelt the aroma of my excitement closer than ever I had before in my life; I had to conclude that, for the moment, I was a head on legs, something later confirmed by Master's video.

I did not remain that way for long. Tom draped the purple cloth over my private parts and then raising it under my chin again, brought the rest of my torso and my arms back into being. It felt glorious to be whole again. Once I was fully restored he dropped the cloth which I deftly caught and held aside, giving the men of the audience there first sight of all of me totally nude. They showed their appreciation.

"I think it is time for a short rest from the magic," He announced. "So gentlemen, there is a table full of food and a chiller of beers. Have a good time and I'll be back with some more feats later." he patted me on the left buttock cheek and said, "Go and get a snack. I'll see you later."

"Don't I get some clothes?" I protested.

"Have you got any?" he asked.  With the skirt and top I had arrived in in the back of his van and the chopped-up dress and my underwear were in his jacket pockets, I saw his point. I shrugged and went to join the group at the food table, where my presence seemed to please and distract in equal measure.