Fetish Magician 2: The Claustrophile: Tom: Part 5

"So, are you going to do something with me in here? or do I need to get out?" she asked.

"You can relax there for a short while. I'll use the time to clear away the stuff I don't need any more and bring the kit for the next and final illusion. Then I'll get the screwdriver and open the box for you."

Clearing the board and iron away was simple and bringing out the next illusion was equally simple because it was a cubic box a little over a foot in each direction on a thin table with wheels and at the back a rack with three fake Japanese swords.

From my pocket I pulled a small electric screwdriver and made a point of destroying the security labels in the process of undoing the bolts that held the side on the box. With the four bolts out I lifted the side from the pegs that supported it in place and as gently as I could laid it on the top of the box. I offered my hand to help Hannah unfold herself from the interior of the box.

Once she was on her feet, Hannah ran her hand lightly over the box, seeming to note where her skin contact with the glass had caused smears, but she gave me a particularly reproving glance when she spotted the adhesive residue where I had taped her hand to the outside of the glass. Having assured herself that there was no harm done to the box beyond what could be remedied by the application of a cloth and some appropriate cleaning products, she turned her attention to the illusion I had brought.

"Is that the thing you called the, what was it; the one you said consisted of putting me in a small box, making it smaller with me inside and then ramming some swords through. Nice looking swords, by the way; if I did not know better I might have mistaken them for the real thing."

"Yes, that's the 'Origami' illusion I mentioned."

"Origami, that was it; I knew if sounded a bit Japanese. That box is a bit small. I may be on the petite side; but there is no chance that you'll get me inside, although it might be interesting to see you try."

"That's the small size," I assured her. "I've got to open it out a bit to get you on the inside, then I close it up with you still inside."

"Well, that makes about as much sense as the rest of what we've done this morning, so show me!"

I stepped up to the box on the side away from where she was standing and began to unfold it.

In a few economical moves I had opened the top of the box, extended the walls higher and pulled an inner section out towards the sword rack on the end of the table, covering the gap with flaps on the sides of the original part. I had quickly turned a closed cube of about twelve inches into an open-topped box three feet by one by eighteen inches.

"Is that as big as it goes?" queried Hannah.

"Yes, next stop; back where it started, but with you inside."

"But how am I meant to fit in there?" she objected.

"I'm not sure, but this is a replica (kind of) of a well-known illusion." In answer to her blank look, I added, "Ok, well-known among illusionists and magic fans. I assure you that even the most non-magical of illusionists can get a woman into the box; admittedly he has a few advantages that I have not allowed myself, like using a thicker table and putting a mirror on the back of the table, where I have a sword rack, which conceals more than it reveals. Would you like a hand getting up onto the table so you can get a better look at?"

Hannah seemed a bit flustered, but took my hand and stepped up to the mid-thigh high table that was a six inch wide shelve around the base of the box. Looking down into the box, she did not seem to be any more convinced that she could get in the box; I'm guessing seeing the sliding mechanics of the box did not help.

"Why don't you step inside?" I suggested. As I was still holding her hand over the open box, I was able to give this suggestion a little more force. She stepped over the side of the box with one foot and discovered that there was space of her other foot beside it. "Face front," I said. using my hold on her hand to turn her body towards the camera nearest the door she had entered through. To remain stable with her position rotated she needed to move her foot outside the box to beside her foot inside the box. Soon she was standing in the middle of the box facing away from the racked swords at the back of the table.

She resisted the slight downward pressure I applied to her hand, but did not try to leave the inside of the box. "What happens next?" A turn of her head and a flick of her eyes, showed that the presence of the sword rack and its contents was not a welcome inclusion in this illusion.

"You mean once you are in the box and I have folded it back down to its smaller size?" I was playing dumb.

"Yes," she nodded, "I thought I had better ask, before we go too far, because I'm guessing if we get to me in a shrunk down box, I'm not going to be able to speak, probably with my face smooshed into something or something down my throat, like an arm or a leg."

"Reckon that you'll be able to speak, to some extent, but what you say may not be totally clear from the outside, which is why we have the earpieces and mikes. The usual plan with this is to push the swords through the box. I've never been clear on why that is done; is it to add insult to injury, so to speak, or to demonstrate that you have the flexibility to avoid them, despite your cramped quarters, or to show that you aren't in the box at all, in which case I can think of a few more exciting ways to vanish a person."

"Well, I'm guessing that if you can get me from small to extra-small, the swords won't matter much and might actually be quite nice, if they feel like they did in the sword box."

"I don't see why they wouldn't, feel pretty much the same, but you can never be quite sure, because in the sword box you were relatively relaxed, but inside there you be a bit squeezed up. Besides I have an alternative that we might talk about once you're in place."

"Alright, we'll see how far we get. I don't reckon that there's a chance in hell of closing this box up properly. Especially, with me inside."

"Ok, its time to scrunch down some, so I can get the box back to its smaller size."

"So, how do we achieve that?" she asked.

"Try sitting down and we'll see where we go from there. Or you could try kneeling."

She went down on her knees inside the box and shuffled backwards and then leaned forwards. I looked in to see whether she was small enough to start the closing of the box and found she was not. Despite her petite frame, the three layers towards the back of the box were too thick (calves, thighs and abdomen, or feet and butt).

"I think we're going to have to try you sitting inside and see what we can do with that, unless you can spread your feet and calves enough to get your bottom between your feet."

"Are you saying my butt's too big?"

"Not in the slightest. It fits between the sides of the box, but your feet are in the way of getting it low enough to begin folding the top of the box back down. And before you ask I not saying that your feet are too big either."

Hannah squatted back up and gave me an acidic look and placed her hands on the table outside to box to allow her to support herself in the transfer from feet backward to feet forward. After the manoeuvre she was lower in the box. "Now, what do I do? I'm sitting in the bottom of the box."

I peeked into the box to assess the quantity of spare space that was now available. "I reckon, if you shift forward a little and get your feet into the front corners, then lie forward on your legs, then the thickest section will be belly on thigh  and you can get you shoulders near your ankles. I guess that your arms would need to be back along your legs too. I suspect that you'll probably feel some tension in the back of your legs until I get the magic started, but after that, you should be fairly comfortable; well, I'll do my best to make you feel comfortable."

Her face reacted negatively to my expression of uncertainty of what she would feel, but she seemed to trust my assertion that I would be doing my best to make her experience the best I could. She leant forward and tried to take up the position I had outlined.

"It's just as well I exercise for flexibility, 'cause I'm feeling it in the back of my legs."

I took this as a cue to get on with refolding the box. It did not take long to fold down the tops of the upraised sides to form a top over her bottom and her head and shoulders leaving only the middle of her back visible in the gap where the sides of the box that were the folded back flaps of the front section of the box.

I knew that the next bit would be the trickiest, because this was something I had never tried before, so I closed my eyes as I released the catches that held the side flaps in place and began to push the rear section of the box forward and into the fixed front section of the box. I did this to help me concentrate on the magic and so I did not have to see what happened to the bit of Hannah that was still visible.

The first part of the push was very easy as the sliders were well lubricated and there was no Hannah in the way. But I was surprised by how little extra force I needed to continue closing the rear section into the forward section, after I felt the first contact with her rear. In fact, I had been braced to increase the force I was applying when I felt the first touch and this caused the box to shrink faster than I had intended and I heard a squawk of protest from within the box. I slowed down a little so that I was more in control of what I was doing and hoping that Hannah would take this as an acknowledgement of the sound she had made.

I felt the rear section begin to rub as its leading edge began to slide into the front section. I paused the forward pushing and flipped the side panels back onto the sides of the main box. I also took the chance to check in with Hannah.

"How are you holding up in there?"

There were some inarticulate noises before she said moderately clearly, "Well, it's a new experience and I don't feel as squashed in here as I thought I would. But overall it's not bad; I like the feeling of it being dark and hemmed in and my degree of movement very constrained. I don't even feel as crunched up against myself as I had expected, but there is definitely something strange going on, because  every part of me feels like it's touching something, but there is less pressure than when you started just folded the open box."

"So, you're liking it?" I asked to be sure I had understood correctly.

"Hell, yeah. I know things can't be right, but they don't feel wrong; if you get my meaning?"

"I take it that you don't mind if I continue, then?"

"You mean moving on to the swords? I thought you had some other idea that you wanted to put to me before that happened."

"No, I mean finishing compressing you into the smaller version of the box. You are currently in a space that is about twice the size of what I plan you squeeze you down to."

After a pause for calculation, she said, "So, I'm inside something with dimensions of about a foot by a foot by two feet?" I made a confirmatory noise. "I'm not entirely sure that I believe that, because it feels a lot more comfortable than the coach trip I made inside an ex-boyfriend's luggage that was bigger inside."

"So, you're ok if I make the space a bit smaller?"

"Um, yeah. I'll let you know if it becomes something that is too much for me."

"Ok," I said and placed my hand on the rear of the box. In a mood of experimentation I tried to find out how little force I needed to get the back end of the box inside the front. The force required seemed very small, as if all I was doing was overcoming the friction in the sliding runners within the box and maintaining the contact with the body inside. I felt as if Hannah was shrinking and I was keeping up with that shrinkage, rather than causing it.

As the box reached its minimum size, Hannah sighed. I set the catch to stop the box re-expanding and asked again if Hannah alright, squashed as she was inside a box that was a foot cubed.

"Don't know how you managed it, but it feels better than before, even though everything seems to be squeezed against something harder than before. I suppose that it's sword time, now."

"Well, it could be if this follows its traditional path, but it doesn't have to. I could put other things thought the holes, I'm sure that you spotted in the various faces of the box."

"Other things? Like what?"

"How about I surprise you? It definitely won't hurt."

"Are you talking about it not hurting you or not hurting me?"

She was seeming a lot less hostile than immediately after the sword box, even a little more flirtatiously humorous.

"I think you'll enjoy it and I'll get to enjoy it too."

I dropped my trousers and lay down the side of the table and hooked a couple of fingers into the hole in the top of Hannah's box. It was obvious that Hannah felt the movement of the apparatus caused by my getting on to it and the touch of my fingers through the hole, because she spoke, via the Bluetooth.

"What are you doing out there? I can feel some movement and something touching the back of my head."

"That's just me putting some fingers through the hole in the top of the box; I need to position something. Do you know what part of you is against the hole on the side of the box?"

"I'm not totally sure, but I thing I've got a hand there. Why?"

"Well, I plan to put something through that hole and I thought you would like to be warned. If it is your hand there you may even be able to identify what it is. I think you'll like it better than a sword."

"Ok, but go gently, there can't be much room in her with me."

I pressed my penis to the hole in the side of the box and encounter some smooth flesh.

"I can feel something," she announced. "Give me a moment, maybe I can move a bit. It feels as if it is stiff, but not hard like a sword. Is it one of those long balloons?" I needed to make a note of that, 'Origami with balloons instead of swords; a possibly more child friendly version for if I ever get an assistant for my children's shows.'

I was surprised when the skin I was touching moved to form a tunnel. I pushed in further. With the head of my penis a couple of inches in, the tunnel, presumably the inside of her fist, gently squeezed me. "I take it back," she said, "That's not a balloon, but I'm thinking that stiff was the right word to use (if you get my meaning). Why don't you try your luck with another hole?"

I stroked my dick into the hole a couple more times then withdrew and dismounted the table. I arranged the table sideways to the main camera and stood in front of it with my arousal pointing at the front of the box. I was aware this was supposed to be for Hannah's pleasure more than my own. I leant forward. The tip entered the front hole of the box and, as I had hoped, I encountered her lips. I did not force my way in, but I felt the tip of her tongue taste the end of me. I felt her lips open, so I pressed in. The vibrations of her trying to talk while I was pushing in was thrilling, but I pulled out again, in case what she was trying to say was important.

As soon as she realised that I was waiting for her to repeat what she had been trying to say, and not pulling back for a harder thrust into her mouth, she said, "I was only trying to say that you taste good."

I murmured a 'thank you' and pushed back in. I was greeted by eager lips and a tongue that seemed determined to taste as much of my penis as I was willing to provide. In a matter of seconds I was much harder and I began to feel the tongue trying to push my dick back out. I withdrew until I was a few millimetres beyond her lips.

"How about you try another hole, but please use a condom."

I remounted the table to kneel behind the box. In the process I pulled a condom from my pocket and stripped it of its foil wrapper. I placed the condom over the hole with one hand and tilted the cubic box forward with the other until the hole at the rear was at a height to line myself up with. With my dick lined up a quick rub up my length had the condom in place. I began to push in and soon found her welcoming warm folds and the channel beyond. She sighed.

I pushed in gently at first, building up to a steady thrusting, once I had confidence in my control of the cube (I did not want to accidentally drop it off the table and it seemed a bit precarious resting on its lower front edge). As I fucked the rear hole of the box, Hannah gave inarticulate voice to her feelings; the only recognisable word being 'yes'.

I don't know whether it was coincidence, the magic or us being aligned as lovers, but I felt her squeeze me as I squirted my seed into the bubble at the end of the condom. I rested for a moment holding the box at its angle with my groin, before pulling out; a manoeuvre greeted with a panted sigh.

I took a little time to remove the condom and clean up. Hannah was still panting her exhilaration from within the box, which once more resting with its base on the table. With my trousers back in place, I opened the box to its fullest extend and put a hand over it to offer her something more solid than the flimsy walls of the box to hold onto as she emerged glistening with perspiration.

"Wow!" was her first comment. "Annie was right; I desperately needed a good fucking and that hit the spot, many times over."

"Thank you." I maintained my arm as a handhold while she stepped from the box and down from the table. She hugged me.

Then she went a bit more formal and stood back at attention. "You said that was the final illusion. Is there anything else you want of me?" I guessed she had switched back into submissive mode.

I was a bit at a loss what to do. "No, thank you. You may dress and go about your normal business. I shall be sending the video, when I have a reasonable edit."

She stood on her toes and kissed me, then went to the ironing board to retrieve her clothes. She put on her skirt and blouse, but hooked up her underwear in one hand, before walking to the basket where her shoes were and putting them on. As she made for the exit, I said, "You know how to get in touch if you want more." She turned her head, smiled and nodded, then disappeared through the door.

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With other commitments and my lack of skill with video editing software, it took me three days to put together and adequate cut of Hannah's private show. I debated whether to included the hiatus where we discussed my magic and she was angry; in the end I included it, because it would show that I was not dismissing her feelings or what I had learnt.

I created a new account on one of those drop-box websites and uploaded the raw footage and the edited version. I emailed the link and password to Hannah and got a short thank you email and an assurance that the agreed fee would be transferred to my account.

I hope that she liked being a magician's assistant/plaything and will return for more, even if she does not decide to be my assistant in public.