Fetish Magician: First gig: Annie - part 2

"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 our car and the chopped-up dress and my underwear 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.

The men were unexpectedly polite; only staring, but not touching. So I put some food on a paper plate and found somewhere to sit. Several of the men came tried to engage in conversation, but seemed unaccustomed to talking to a naked woman. Tom also took a plate of food and set himself up at a table and was performing some sort of close-up magic.

Master had a quick chat with the magician and then came to me. "He says he wants you to go to him in about ten minutes, to prepare for the second half," I nodded. "He says he'd like to put his prick in your mouth to make the performance more interesting. I said it was ok, but told him about your dreadful gag reflex. I think you may have to remind him, if you get the chance." I nodded again and finished the morsels on my plate.

I spotted Tom, going behind the backdrop and took it a sign I should follow him.

He asked me if I mind him putting his dick in my mouth. I assured him that I felt the situation was sufficiently interesting to allow that and took the opportunity to tell him that my deepthroating skills were non-existent and possibly a good way to spoil the show.

He sat me in a chair as a prelude to hypnotising me. I do not remember much of the next few minutes, things got a bit vague; but I do remember he gave me the instruction, "For tonight and only for tonight, if I or your Master say your name three times in succession, you will be obedient; you will be totally and literally obedient, until you are woken from your trance or the night ends."

I returned to alertness and then he said "Annie, Annie, Annie," and things went vague for a few moments, then he instructed me to touch my chin, which I did before I noticed he was touch his cheek. I had a brief moment to wonder if I should be touching my cheek instead, but he seemed happy that I had done the right thing. He said something about coming out of the trance and then told me that, when he called, I should bring out a pair of trestles and some towels, which he pointed out.

He took three giant-sized playing cards and went to start the second half of the show.

I could hear him going through a 'find the lady' routine, which I only kept half an ear on, in case I heard something that I could take as a cue to go back to the performing area. I was getting bored of being naked on my own, so I took one of the towels and wrapped it round my waist as a make-shift sarong. Then I wondered how I was going to carry the two trestles and the other two towels. Inspiration soon came as I draped the remaining towels over my shoulders in such a way that they hung in front of my breasts and would stay put, unless I did something energetic. I then placed the two trestles so that I could easy pick them up when my cue came.

I did not have long to wait, I heard the audience gasp, then Tom asked, "So, where's the lady?" this sounded like the prelude to a cue so I stood between the trestles, ready.

Someone in the group called back, "Behind the curtain."

Tom called, "Annie, please come out." I lifted the trestles and sashayed out onto the performance area. As I came into view it was obvious that everyone had expected me to be nude or re-dressed, even Tom looked dumbstruck. He stammered something about putting the trestles a distance apart and pointed to a bit of the stage behind him.

While I placed the trestles where he had indicated, he cleared away three chairs and the giant cards and began his introduction.

"As you have witnessed I am something of a magician, but my talents don't end there; I have some talent for hypnotism. But don't be alarmed, I shall not be demonstrating on you good gentlemen and making you do silly things. I shall be doing some pretty serious things to Annie, here."

Alarm bells rang in my head; if he considered cutting me in half, stabbing me in the head and removing my head not serious enough to require hypnosis, what might he be planning, that needed it?

I was stood next to him by this time. "First is an experiment in pain control," he said, picking a large pin from his lapel; it was about two inches long and had a small ball for a head. He took up my hand, touching the tip of the pin to the back it and I asked, "Can you feel that?"

I could feel the point of the pin as he lightly rested it on the back of my hand. "Yes," I confirmed. "Will what happens next hurt?" I know it was a daft question, but it was the best I could think up, given that he had said 'Pain control' and I was trying to maintain the magical novice persona he seemed to like.

"Oh, Annie, Annie, Annie." he said. I felt the vagueness of being in a trance come over me and my knees felt weak.

He quickly added, "You will remain alert and upright and reacting as normal, but still in a trance and obedient to me." I felt myself divide into two consciousnesses; the first my normal self, but seemingly a passenger in my body, observing and another that was in control of my body, but obedient to Tom's wishes.

"You will also not feel any pain in your hands," he continued and then immediately jabbed the pin through the web of skin between my thumb and fore-finger. The normal me saw it, but the me in charge of my body didn't even flinch. I felt no pain.

"Go and show the men what's happened!" he instructed. "And if it gets uncomfortable change the position of the pin to the other hand; by the way, it'll get uncomfortable every minute or so."

As I walk forward to give the men a closer look at the pin through my hand, Tom reached forward and took hold of the towels on my shoulders and they were drag from their places. I was also giving the men a closer look at other things. I noticed but my body did not seem to; the audience certainly did.

I went along the front row, with the few that were sat behind craning for a better view. I showed them that the pin was definitely through the skin and out the other side, then it began to itch. I identified the cause of the itch as the piercing, and tried to will my body to remove it. The thumb and forefinger of the other hand gently tugged it free of my flesh, then I felt an indescision about what to do with the pin. I got distracted by the fact that there was not the expected bead of blood forming on my hand. When I returned to the problem of what to do with the pin, my body had solved it by transferring the pin to my originally transfixed hand, which inserted it into the corresponding place on the hand that had extracted it. Again I felt no pain.

Tom called my body back by saying, "Annie, I would like my pin back."

My body returned to Tom, pulled the pin out and handed it to him; he put it away.

"Now Annie, you stay here and think about what it feels like to be stiff and rigid, while I find a volunteer from the audience to help out with the next bit." I could feel my stance becoming more upright and 'at attention'.

As my body became more stiff and rigid, he selected his volunteer and brought him to stand next to me. "Mike, you met Annie during the interval, right?" he asked; the question did not seem to expect an answer, but Mike nodded. "So, would you check that this is the Annie you met during the interval, with nothing added or taken away?"

At first he prowled round me taking a close look, but when I did not move he cautiously stroked my arm; still I did not move. Emboldened, he placed a hand on the breast and gently squeezed.

As Mike's fingers began to trail down my belly, Tom asked, "Are you satisfied that Annie is just what she seems to be? Just a naked young lady."

Mike agreed whole-heartedly that I was a lovely example of a naked young lady, as did the rest of the spectators. Despite my rigidity I managed to smile.

"Now Annie, please lean back while remaining stiff and rigid. I will catch you."

I had a moment of panic, as my body tipped itself backwards. Until he caught me by the shoulders at some angle beyond the point of no return, I had a vision of me landing still stiff and rigid on the floor.

"Very good, Annie. Now you will remainder totally stiff and rigid until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" My body said in a tone sounded as if it should be accompanied by a smart military salute, but I did not salute, because I was staying stiff and rigid.

"Now, Mike, I want you to take hold of Annie's ankles and together we will lift her onto the trestles. Ok?"

"Ok," the volunteer said as he bent down to grasp my shins. Soon they had me positioned with her shoulders resting on the trestle nearest Tom, padded by one of the towels that had adorned my shoulders, and my calves on the other one, also towel-padded.

"You can let go now," Tom told Mike once I was in position. Mike seemed a little hesitant to release my ankles.

"I note that the towel is still round her waist," said Tom, "did you check there was no tricky business under there?" Mike shook his head; I assume partly because he did not suspect there to be anything tricky under the towel and partly sadness at not having thought to at least take look. "Shall we take a look, just to be sure?"

Mike stepped forward to untie the towelling knot at her waist, but the magician stepped forward to restrain him. "Uh-Uh! My towel, my assistant, my prerogative. You get your turn, when I invite you." The audience laughed at Mike's mild discomfiture.

Tom untied the knot and lifted the towel from me. He looked at the towel in his hands and made a bit of business out of folding it carefully and appearing to be on the point of tossing it away, then changing his mind and placing the folded towel on my belly.

"Mike, you've been standing up here a while now, would you like a seat?" Mike took about half a step back to his place in the audience before he noticed that Tom was indicating the towel on my belly.

"Really?" Mike asked, his voice full of disbelief.

"Of course," the hypnotist replied, offering a hand to guide Mike to the seat he had pointed out. "You're alright with that aren't you, Annie?" he asked me.

Another snappy 'yes sir!' came out of my mouth, I did have anu idea what my body was agreeing to. Soon Mike was sat on my midriff; I felt various muscles tensing to support the extra weight, but I did not feel strained. Tom looked at my face to see how I was holding up, he seemed impressed.

"Mike, you sit there and check that Annie is still the same Annie you inspected earlier, while I prepare myself and Annie for my next feat." Mike nodded and was soon fondling my breasts; he was grinning.

Tom came and stood by my head. I heard him release the belt on his trousers. He whispered instructions. "Annie, throughout the next section you will continue to be stiff and rigid, and also you will open your throat as wide as possible and breathe as best you can; you will not choke. If you feel that you are likely to pass out, raise your arms and I'll make sure it doesn't happen."

Tom interrupted Mike as he changed his focus of attention from my breasts to his other side. "Mike would mind standing up again?" Mike looked a little disappointed, but stood up and Tom leaned forward over me to remove the towel from my belly. I felt something brush against my ear.

"In a moment, I am going to ask you to remove the trestles, please do it smoothly, dragging the trestle towards the curtain." Mike nodded that he understood the directions he had been given.

Mike went round to behind me from the audience's point of view. The magician placed his hands either side of my head and moved it so that I was no longer looking straight up, but at about forty-five degrees towards him. I saw his erection; whether it was a combination of the angle from which I was viewing it and how close it was, but it seemed impressive, on a par with Master's.

Seemingly satisfied with the position of my head, he move my hands to under my shoulders again. He applied some supportive pressure and said, "Ok, Mike, remove this trestle!" nodding to the trestle under my shoulders.

I felt a sideways force at my shoulders resisted by my rigidity and Tom's hold. The towel stayed in place as the trestle was drawn from under my shoulders and then the towel fell to the floor.

He held me resting between his hands under my shoulders and my calves on the remaining trestle for a second or two. Then he leant forward and put the tip of his cock in my mouth. The audience seemed unimpressed until Tom moved his hands from under my shoulders and out to his sides. They broke into chatter and some clapping. Their amazement was evident from their tone, but tinged with a bit envy that it was his dick in my mouth, not theirs.

"Give me a moment to get properly set, then pull out the other trestle," He said to Mike.

Tom reached down and supported my neck and then as he raised it he leant a bit further forward so that the head of his penis passed into my throat. For a moment I felt it constrict around him and thought my body was about to raise its arms, but he whispered, "Relax!" For an instant I felt a panic, would my body take his instruction to refer to my throat or my entire body; I fervently hope that it would come down on the side of 'throat'. A wave of relief flooded through me as I felt the tightness in my throat fade and discovered that I could still breathe.

He looked at Mike and said, "Go!"

As instructed, Mike pulled the trestle under my shins away, leaving me lying in mid-air with my face crammed into Tom's groin. It looked to the audience as if I was being supported solely by Tom's dick down my throat, but in reality it felt more like I was floating and his penis was a kind of anchor that stopped me drifting away; perhaps if I had coughed I might have floated across the room.

"Mike, would you please lift her off me," he said; his voice sounding strained

Due to the urgency of Tom's request Mike complied immediately and was soon holding me still rigid in his arms. Tom leaned down and said to me, "You will gradually become less stiff and rigid, until you are your usual flexible self and when your feet touch the floor you will stand up and come out of your trance."

The magician helped Mike return me to my feet. I took a moment to determine that I was back to being me in control of my body and then I smiled and said, "That was certainly interesting."

"Are you ready for the next illusion, Annie?" he asked.

I looked down at my nakedness; was I ready of another illusion? He seemed to think that a little preparation was in order. "Go behind the curtain and you'll find a bag labelled 'H', it contains a costume, put it on." He instructed. "And then bring out the items labelled 'G'."

I said, "Ok," and walked back behind the curtain and quickly found the items in question; I had seen them before when I was sent to fetch props earlier in the show.

The costume in the bag turned out to be an exhibitionist's idea of a harem girl outfit. The top was a band round my chest barely supported by a pair of short puffed sleeves. The harem pants were held up elastic at the waist and ankles and the outside seams were open. Both these garments were a pretty shade of scarlet, but totally see-through. The final item was a pair of curly-toed slippers.

The items labelled 'G' were a tube of fabric with hoops sewn in at each end and two lengths of rope; one short and the other long.

I returned from behind the curtain and it seemed that Mike had only just made it back to the audience; the video showed that his journey had been delayed by the return of his watch, wallet and car keys, multiple times, as Tom demonstrated his skills as a pickpocket.

Tom told me to hand him the ropes and place the hooped fabric neatly on the floor. He took the ropes and allowed the men to test them for genuineness and he came back with three volunteers.

The first volunteer he got the name of, Arthur, was given the short rope and asked to tie my wrists behind my back. I interlocked my fingers and held my wrists apart before presenting them to Arthur. He looped the cord around my wrists and tied the ends, before stepping back. I released my fingers and put my wrists together and allowed the loop to slip down and caught it in one hand. I handed this back to Arthur, saying, "I'm sure you can do better than that!" Tom seemed impressed, but the audience were amused.

Arthur made a second attempt to tie my wrists, which I did not resist. There was a pause as if they expected me to hand the rope back a second time, so I made a little show of struggling and giving up.

The next volunteer introduced was Andrew. Tom took the long rope from him and having found the middle draped it round my neck and tied a simple overhand knot, before inviting Andrew to tie some further knots on top; warning him not to tighten the rope too much so that I could breath. "She looks lovely as she is," he commented bringing a chorus of agreement from the seated men, "and I don't think turning her face blue is likely to improve that."

"Now, we wind the ends round her arms a couple of times," he said, demonstrating with the length nearest him, that he meant the rope was to be wrapped across my arm and round the back and through under my arm and then repeated. Once Andrew had done his Tom gave him his end of the rope and asked Andrew to tie them on my stomach. He was happy to assist, because doing so put his face close to my tits. The loose ends Tom took in either direction, crossing them over my buttocks and asked Andrew to make a final knot at mid-thigh level.

"You're not going to escape those ropes are you?" Tom asked me.

"It would be easy if I had my hands free, but Arthur's done a good job this time."

"So, you're trussed up like that until we let you free, right?" He seemed to be seeking confirmation.

"Either that or leave me alone for half an hour then I'll be out of this."

"Don't worry it won't that long."

"Now, George," he said; George was the third volunteer. "Your job will be to make sure that Annie doesn't sneak out the back when the curtain is raised; Andrew and Arthur, you will be raising the curtain." He poked the cloth-connected hoops with his toe. The men moved to positions beside the hoops.

George was a few inches shorter than his fellow volunteers and more formally dressed; in jacket and tie, rather than the polo shirts or T-shirts that most of the others had worn. I had also noticed that he was one of the ones who had been paying closer attention to me than the magic.

"Now George, Annie will be trying to escape from those ropes inside the curtain and you will be in there too." The grin he was already wearing grew. "But a magician wants to keep some of his secrets, so I'll want you to face forward and put your head through the curtain. And you, Annie, will press yourself against George's back and if he feels you move away he will say so and we will lower the curtain to find out what you are up to."

"Ok, let's go for a dry run first. George, you go here." Tom manoeuvred him so that he stood inside the hoops at the front facing forwards. "And Annie, you go here." He guided me to stand behind George and set me so that my breasts were touching his back through his jacket. I could almost feel the texture of his jacket through the thin material of my top.

The magician stood back and instructed Arthur and Andrew to raise the curtain to waist height. After some initial confusion, where they picked up different hoops, this was achieved, at which point, between them, they adjusted the alignment of the hoops to Tom's satisfaction. "Great job guys. When I give the word, 'Up!' Art and Andy, you will raise the curtain as high as you can, but making sure the bottom hoop remains on the floor. Meanwhile, George, I'll open a gap in the curtain and you put your head through it. Got it?"

The helpers assured him that they understood what was expected of them, so he added a new instruction, 'Down!', for which George would pull his head back and the other two would lower the curtain. He told me to I should stay pressed against George's back.

"To make sure everyone knows their job, we'll have a dry run. So, ready, steady, up!"

The curtain raisers, did their job and Tom opened a gap at the top of the curtain, through which George pushed his head. Tom stood back allowing the audience to see the image on the front of the curtain. I discovered later that it was the outline of a woman dressed as I was dressed, made comical by George's head being at the top of the body. As the hilarity induced by a George-headed harem dancer subsided, a pair of missiles were launched from inside the curtain; these proved to be my curly toed slippers. I had not felt them leave my feet, but they were gone.

"Right guys, down! Quick as you can, please." Once George's head was retracted it was not long before the hoops were on the floor, showing that I was now barefoot. He asked Arthur to inspect my ropes; he confirmed that they were still in place. I could have done that, but perhaps they would not believe me.

Tom looked at George and asked, "It wasn't you was it? Coz, Annie can't have done it; she's still tied up."

George, of course, denied it. I knew for a fact he had not moved other than putting his head out of the curtain.


"But now I've given you ideas, haven't I?" said Tom. George started to deny it, but he was cut off. "We can't have you interfering with Annie; either helping her escape or otherwise acting inappropriately." George blushed, which told us all that that was what he had in mind. "So, next time you will put your hands through some holes at waist height. You'll do that before you put your head out! Got it?" George nodded.

"Ok, we'll need a run through of that too. So is everyone in their places?" he received a yes each from Andrew, Arthur, George and me. "In that case, up!"

Andrew and Arthur bobbed down and picked up the top ring and raised it until the curtain was taut, then George's hand appeared through the holes that were positioned at the wrists of the harem girl picture. Tom opened the gap above the neck of the picture and George's face came through.

"Good job, guys!" he said encouragingly. "Just one minor thing that's not right. The picture has slippers on, but Annie doesn't. Give me a moment to correct that!"

I heard the distinctive ripping sound of Velcro as he removed the slippers from the harem girl image on the outside of the curtain. At the same time I saw a bundle of red fabric fly out of the top of the curtain. Tom looked up at George who was only just taking in what had happened himself. I felt George make a gesture with his exposed hands outside the fabric tube; a gesture that was clearly meant to deny any guilt.

"Guys, down!"

George pulled back his head and the others lowered the hoop; George did not withdraw his hands from the holes until the hoop reached that level, to forestall any accusations Tom might level at him. While they did this, Tom picked up the scrap of red fabric and displayed the harem pants to the audience. I stayed glued to George's back. I did not want to be accused of anything. I also had only just discovered that I was naked again from the belly down.

"Are you alright. Annie?" Tom asked.

I peeked out from behind George, giving some pretence at being shy, despite the everyone having seen everything I had already. "I'm ok, but I'm still tied up." Andrew and Arthur both nodded confirming that I was still bound in the ropes. "But I am loosing sensation in my hand a bit; whoever tied it, tied it really tight," I added, mainly emphasise that I was tied up, but partly to alert Tom that I would need to be released shortly. I am not entirely sure he got that implication; if you tie someone up, you are responsible for their wellbeing until they are released; at least in a sensible consentual world.

"Ok, guys. Let's get this done before anything else untoward happens! Up!" Maybe Tom had taken the hint after all and was trying to get it over quick.

Moments later the hoop was above George's head height and his hands and face were in view. Tom went to unVelcro the trousers on the picture on the front of the curtain, but another bundle of red material was tossed over the front of the curtain; the assembled men cheered. I knew that my top had vanished, because I could definitely heel the fabric of George's jack only to be replaced moments later with something smoother.

"That's it!" Tom said in a voice that implied he was somewhere near the end of my tether. "Down! I'm giving up on this illusion."

He picked up and showed the crowd that the red stuff was, as expected, my top, while the guys lowered the curtain.

It took the audience at least five seconds to notice that George was no longer wearing his jacket, at which point I stepped out from behind him wearing nothing but the missing jacket with all the ropes still in place over the jacket; the smoother fabric turned out to be the lining of the jacket.

I put on an apologetic look and said to George, "Sorry, but when my top disappeared, I put on the nearest thing."

Everyone was amazed; most by the transfer of the jacket from George, while his head and hands were visible, to me while still tied up, but Tom was astounded and gratified that I had come up with a line like that. Honestly, I have no idea where that line came from, I just opened my mouth and it happened.

"I suppose you want your jacket back," Tom stated. Before he could respond the other men were making a row to the effect that of course George wanted his jacket back. He set the three helpers to untying me, to allow the jacket to be returned to its owner.

While I was being untied, Tom moved a table into the middle of the performance area and a couple of chairs near the front. Then he went behind the backdrop and returned with a large yellow cloth, which he dumped on the table on his return.

"Ok, Gents, it's time for another bit of close-up magic." I felt as relieved as men seemed disappointed that they were being asked to pay attention to something other than the naked me.

He sat on one of the chairs and patted the other one. "Annie you can sit here, because you're involved in this one." I cautiously sat beside me, while he invited the rest of the audience to gather round so that they all could see; he even included Master with his video camera, so he could get a good view. All this was soon achieved with much scraping of chairs across the floor.

"Alright has anyone got any money on them?" There was much fidgeting with hands in pockets. "I need a coin." Mike was the first to produce a coin; it was a fifty pence piece. Tom handed a marker to Derek and asked him to write on it near the edge as it was passed round to him, so that it could be identified, in case there was any doubt that he was using Mike's coin throughout what followed.

It was not long before he had Mike's coin with the Derek's name written round it passed to him and he put it on his thigh where it was visible to all.

"You may find this interesting, especially you Annie." he turned me and said. "But first I'm going to have test to see if I'm going to have to put you back into a trance." he reached over and gently ran the tip of his finger round my nipple and I felt the flesh stiffen. "Good, no hypnotism necessary for this," he said while he continued running his finger round my nipple until it had noticeably hardened from its already erect condition.  

"As you can see Annie's nipple has become very hard." Took up the coin and placed it between the middle and ring fingers of his left hand, which he held in a horizontal version of the Spock gesture from Star Trek and held it front of my nipple. He pressed it firmly against her nipple and with tiny circular motions rubbed; it felt nice. After about ten seconds he positioned his right forefinger across the coin and continued rubbing, but a little harder. He then withdrew the finger to show a pink nub in the middle of the coin. He then also withdrew his left hand, leaving the coin flush with my areola with the nipple seemingly impaling the coin. I could feel a tightness around the base of my nipple, but not uncomfortable.

Quiet noises of wonder came from the men as they leaned forward to check this was Mike's original coin. Tom looked at it and Derek's name was written up the side of the coin so he placed his thumb and forefinger on the edge and turned it until the letters were upright. This felt like someone nibbling my nipple a bit too hard; I winced and take a sharp breath.

"Ok, Mike, would you like your coin back?"

Of course he said, "Yes."

"Stand up and take it, gently," Tom instructed.

He stood and leaned forward so that his friends could see too. He took the edge of the coin and tugged tentatively. The coin did not move from my nipple, but instead it pulled on my breast. He quickly gave up, not wanting to hurt me. I was glad, because I did not want the nipple biting sensation to return.

"I guess I'll have to retrieve that later," Tom said, reached into pocket and handed a handful of change to Mike.

"And for my final illusion for this evening, I shall levitate the lovely Annie from that table." he indicated the table he had set up several minutes ago. "So Annie would you sit on the table, please. And gents please move your chairs back to their previous positions."

It took less than a minute for the men to put their seats back in which time he had moved the cloth on the table to the side so that I could sit on the edge of the table.

With the men settled, he asked me to sit cross-legged on the table. I blessed the yoga class I had been attending as I crossed my ankles, hiding her shaven mound. Then I sat straight, resting my wrists on my knees with my hands flat, except my thumb and forefinger with which I made a ring on each hand.

"Good, Annie. Have you ever been levitated?" he asked

"I don't think so." I did not know if the stunt with the trestles counted.

"In that case you are in for a pleasant experience," he said while he waved the yellow sheet about. With a smooth movement, he draped the cloth over me; it seemed to cover me neatly; I do not think any of me was visible.

"You are still there, aren't you Annie?" he asked.

I simply replied, "Yes," nodded my head and twisted my wrists to make the cloth move; to prove I was really there not just my voice.

"If you could stay still from now on, that would be good; we don't the cloth slipping off," he admonished.

For a short while, all I heard was him walking round the table. Then once he was at one end, I felt the table twitch slightly and then I heard him kick something and cause the table to move again.

I asked, "What was that I heard?"

"Nothing important, Annie. I just kicked something." This caused some suppressed giggles from the assembled men. This told me that he was lying to me. "You are just fine and perfectly safe; just keep still and everything will go as planned." Could this be a lie too?

As he said this, something changed about the table, I could not identify what. The cloth on the side nearest him settled a little as if it were not as supported as it had been.

His footsteps went to the other end of the table and there were much fainter movements of the table and without the kicking noise. My yellow cover settled again.

He went behind me and I heard him drag something towards the backdrop curtain. The men burst into a round of applause.

"Hey! What's happened?" I shouted and tried to look around, but saw nothing but the yellow cloth that I had been draped with.

"I produced a unicorn," he lied. The audience laughed.

"That's a damned lie!" I challenged. "Can I see what's happened?"

"Ok. Here goes." Still behind me, he gathered the cloth there and dropped into my lap. The men were obviously pleased to see my face and breasts again; probably mostly my breasts.

I looked around. "I knew there was no unicorn," I commented. I was trying to analyse the scene to discover what had happened to the cause the clapping I had just heard. It finally dawned on her, about the time he arrived standing in front of her. "Where's the table?" I asked. He nodded towards the backdrop and half turning I looked to see the table lying, legs folded up, on the floor several feet behind and below me.

"So, what's supporting me?" I asked. I took my arms out from under the cloth piled in her lap and by way of experiment moved the two ends that hung down. They swung and moved entire as a hanging piece of cloth should. That was not a great confidence booster, as I hope to detect a more mundane explanation that he was about to give me.

"I am," he said. This was patently nonsense as he was several feet away. "I am levitating you," he declared.

"Oh," I said; it was the best I could manage. I just accepted that if he said he was levitating me and I appeared to be levitating, that was exactly what was happening. After all the wonders he had performed that evening, it seemed only natural to believe what he said about almost anything, with exception of the production of mythical creatures. He seemed a bit disappointed that I was taking it so calmly.

"It's time to finish the show," he told everyone as he rearranged the yellow cloth so that I was completely covered again. "I'll need absolute quiet for this, please." The audience settled and watched in silence. "Three. Two. One. Now." I felt him grab the cloth and pulled it, then I did another long blink.

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When I opened my eyes, I was back in the van and the coin impaled on my nipple was gone. I sat there, on the mattress and waited, in case I was going to be called back.

I did not have more than a few minutes to wait, before I heard someone coming and then Tom open the van's back door.

"You can relax, Annie. The show's over."

I unfolded my legs and massaged my calves which were beginning to feel the strain. "That's good, but I kept the pose, in case you wanted me for an encore or something."

"No, your bit's done; Thank you, you were great; you made the show. When your 'master' has finished taking orders for the video he took, the party will go, probably to a nightclub or a strip place, then I'll pack up my kit and go too."

"Do you want to fuck me while we're waiting?" I offered. It seemed only natural to me. Here we were in the back of a van, with a mattress and he had provided me with a very interesting experience; he deserved a reward.

He seemed shocked by the suggestion, but seemed to quickly come round to accepting that the offer was genuine. After a long pause, he said, "That would be great, but I doubt we'd have enough time for us both to properly enjoy it."

I admit I was a bit disappointed; if he made love like he had caressed me during the show, it would be a great pleasure. "In that case may I have some clothes?"

He blushed, suddenly realising he had been talking to me without giving my nudity a thought. He reached into his pockets and handed me my underwear and produced the two parts of the green dress. "It's a bit damaged but do you still want the dress, like you said when you first wore it?" he offered. "I suppose it'd make souvenir, because it isn't much use as a dress the way it is."

I said yes and took the two parts from him and slipped into the top half. At this point we heard the hubbub of the party leaving the hall to whatever venue. "I see what you mean about not enough time for a good fuck," I commented.

We heard someone approaching. He whispered, "Keep your head down, I want to keep the illusion alive," and went to intercept whoever was approaching.

It was Mike, he raved about the performance, saying that it was ten times more exciting than he had hoped, let alone anticipated. He then launched into the arrangements for vacating the room.

When the last stragglers had departed Tom went in to pack up his things and ask Master whether he had had any orders, although I guessed he had, or he would have come out. I waited.

A while later, Master and Tom came out, each wheeling one of Tom's prop cases.

Tom opened the door to the van to let me out and to get out a ramp.

I leapt out of the van and wrapped herself round Master. "Thank you so much! That as the best and most interesting experience ever."

"Say, Thank you to Tom and then we'll go home."

I went over and kissed him and said thank you.

Master's final word to Tom as we left was, "We'll certainly be recommending you to our friends."

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When we got home I thanked Master in the best way I knew how. I told him how to trigger the trance state that would make me totally obedient and allow me to deepthroat him without distress. That night, until dawn, was another and different type of interesting experience, then we slept, exhausted, until midday.