"Its Matt "
"Oh Hi come on up"
A few seconds later Matt was at the door.
"Hi are you winning ? "
"I think so yes, just these bits to go to the warehouse if that's ok ?"
"Sure no worries. You ok ? Its not too late to change your mind. I won't be offended."
"No no. Just a bit... .. Always odd leaving a home you know ? And i am a little bit nervous . Living in a warehouse."
"Well if it doesn't work out we can soon undo everything. And you won't really be living in the unit, more stored in between gigs."
"Yes, I guess. Not sure that doesn't sound worse! " Lisa laughed nervously.
"You know we are getting busier and busier. And since your rooftop performance we have had more requests than ever for private client jobs. That's where the good money is too. And what down time we do have, I will do my best to make sure you have fun".
Lisa took a deep breath. She knew private jobs was code for the more kinky assignments; bondage, magic and exhibitionism, often in rich clients homes or businesses. Part of her felt she should be shocked, outraged even . But the idea left her excited too.
"And I still haven't figured out a way of explaining all this to my friends "
"We will think of something".
"That's what i am worried about "
Lisa was about to turn for the door when she felt the familiar tingle of magic happening, and happening to her. And she froze. It didn't take her long to recognise the feeling, Matt had used the mannequin transformation on her. She was totally unable to move a muscle. Not so much as wrinkle her nose or move her eyes. It was a freaky feeling. Matt quickly moved her to a more usual upright mannequin pose and then she felt another tingle and and the gentle press of being in a hard shell as the transformation was completed.
To anyone unaware of her true identity she knew she now looked just like a slightly unnecessarily realistic shop window dummy. She felt the odd sensation of Matt's hands grasping her, the sensation dulled by her softly shiny shell. Hard yet thin enough to allow through a remote impression of a sense of touch. She wondered if this is what it felt like to be an M&M. She was just wondering why she wasn't more angry , or at least surprised, when she felt summer dress she had been wearing pulled over her head. Her thong and shoes followed in quick succession. Next she felt her arms twisted and pulled then she couldn't feel them anymore, but she could see them now. Laying in a cardboard box she was sure wasn't there before, right in front of her. In no time Matt had disassembled her long plasticized legs, hips, upper torso and finally she was just a solid head balanced on top of an open box of full of her parts.
Lisa could feel her mind drifting slightly as gazed helplessly at the front door to the apartment. Matt had left without any hint of explanation and she already knew time passed oddly in the mannequin state. So she had no idea how much time had passed when the door finally opened and two guys she didn't recognise walked in. Soon they had loaded the remains of Lisa's belongings and ofcourse Lisa onto a couple of trolleys and she found herself wheeled to the door of her own flat. But not before the removal guys had had a good rummage through the box of plastic body parts now under their care.
The journey that followed was kind of odd. Disassembled as she was Lisa only had even the dulled sensations coming from her head. And the dark back the the truck she had been loaded onto didn't help. So whilst she assumed that she was on her way to the VSE lock up really had no idea.
Lisa woke with a jolt. If woke was the right word. She had no idea how long it had been since she had been dismantled and taken the warehouse. In her frozen state she couldn't even look around, her eyes frozen straight ahead. So all she could see was the rows of racking housing Matt's props and other supplies and about half the front door out of the corner of her eye. Whether by accident or design there were no clocks or windows visible making it even harder for her to log the passage of time. And there was she, in 7 pieces, on a shelf with the rest of the props.
Lisa then realised the door was opening. Thinking back to her previous spell as a mannequin she was starting to suspect that Matt had somehow arranged things so she was only fully aware when something was actually happening and periods of total inactivity were somehow kind of blanked out. Whilst she could see that this was a thoughtful addition to save her long stretches of tedium Lisa did kind of feel it objectified her even more, if that was possible given her current state.
Her musing was stopped as she watched Matt wander along the aisle of shelves picking some things out and putting others away. Finally he stopped in front of her although he gave no sign of acknowledgement. To Lisa's shock she realised that one of the boxes on his trolley had some other mannequin parts. As far as she could tell there were three or four sets of legs and a couple of sets of lower and upper torsos. No heads that she could see. Something that Matt had said before resonated in the back of her mind. Stored and built to order....
Matt selected a complete set of parts from the shelves and started slotting them together. Including a torso set which built up to make a tiny waist and improbably large boobs. More a barbie doll than a real women. Finally Lisa had the bizarre sensation of her head being lifted and carried, her field of view wheeling crazily around the room until she felt a click and a tingle as she was set on her new body. A touch and a second tingle and she was flesh and blood once more. She grabbed Matt's shoulder to steady herself.
"Whoowa. Thats enough to make ya seasick"
Matt smiled kindly " How are you?"
"Living and breathing for a while, something it seems I can't always take for granted these days"
Matt chuckled but ignored the comment. "So we have a show tonight. At a night club. "
Lisa looked down at herself, well at the body Matt had selected for her. She wasn't at all sure if she was herself or not.
"My old figure not good enough anymore ? "
"Quite the opposite, personally I much prefer you as nature intended, but sometimes the clients wishes or the nature of the show are quite specific and its handy to be able to offer them the perfect assistant for there tastes."
"I feel a bit ridiculous. People will stare"
"Isn't that the idea?"
Lisa just laughed as she watched Matt load the show truck with the props he needed.
"What outfit do I need Matt? " she asked heading towards the corner of the warehouse filled with costumes.
"I have left something out for you over there ...."
Lisa examined the pile. It was predictably slight in stature. Rather less predictably it was leather, a small halter dress which left her back bare and just about to make it past the base of her butt. Underwear was of course nowhere to be seen.
"But I may as well be stark naked! What sort of club is this exactly ? And what about getting there?" She looked down at her sex doll body draped in the fine leather then over to her enigmatic boss .
"For a prop, you don't half worry alot " he laughed.
Lisa cleared away the trick to the side of the stage with a degree of apprehension. The club had turned out to be hosting a bdsm and fetish themed night and there seemed to be some pretty hardcore types in the house, judging from the outfits on display and the presence of more than a few audience members in a variety of bondage and restraint. Matt had done a kinda cup and ball trick with three girls from the audience with buckets over their heads and a ball gag which seemed to go down pretty well, as did a variation of the interlocking rings using a cascade of handcuffs. But Lisa knew that the audience would be expecting something a bit more out there for a finale and that meant she would be the centre of attention real soon.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we only have time for one more trick this evening, I know you have dungeons to get home too …. But I think you will agree, its a doozy. I am sure you have all seen the trick where the magician pierces a balloon with a needle without damaging it. Well tonight I will show you you can do it with more than just a balloon. But please PLEASE remember folks, what you are about to witness would cause immense discomfort, injury and probably death if you try it at home, you have been warned…."
Lisa shuddered and moved centre stage.
"I must stress Lisa is a willing participant in the act and an expert assistant. Anyone of a nervous disposition should possibly leave the room now, and once again, on no account try this yourselves, no matter how big a pain slut you think your slave is…"
Lisa was quite worried now. She watched as two stage hands pushed on a small platform to centre stage. The platform was raised on wheels and easy to see right under. On it was an upright metal pole. In constraint to the sleek minimalist style of Matts usual props the pole seemed a little rusty, looking for all the world like a bit of scaffolding from a building site.
" Lisa if you could step up please, its time to make you a little less comfortable .."
Lisa stepped up to the pole without hesitation. Whatever was about to befall her was what she lived for and any fear she felt was far outweighed by the thrill of performance , of being the centre of attention. Matt guided her to the centre of the platform, standing her in front of the pole which was about as tall as Lisa herself.
"First Lisa, I think you are a little overdressed for this trick and we don't want to damage that lovely dress.."
In an instant Matt had released the buckle that held the leather dress and Lisa felt it slide slowly over her hips to the floor. She took a deep breath and did her best to project the impression that being stripped naked in front of a couple of hundred people was totally normal and no cause for concern. Even so she blushed a little at the cheers and whistles.
Matt too was carrying on as if nothing noteworthy had happened. With little in the way of explanation he affixed heavy metal cuffs round each of Lisa's ankles and wrists. Each was locked with a padlock taken from a new package. He then bolted a bracket to the pole behind Lisa at about neck height. Lisa was right the prop was made of scaffolding type fittings and the bracket was soon supporting a horizontal pole about 2 feet long at the same height as Lisa's ankles.
"We wouldn't want our assistant to try and escape at this early stage…"
Matt locked each of Lisa's ankle cuffs to the end of the pole, holding them at about shoulder width apart. Working quickly Matt added a second bracket at about neck height, This time it supported a cross piece of about six feet in length so that when Matt locked Lisa's wrist cuffs to its ends her arms were stretched straight out from her shoulders.
"Is she looking better folks ? "
Over the raucous cheers and responses Matt continued to set up his trick. Lisa was feeling more than a little exposed. The metal cuffs were heavy, tight fitting and undoubtedly inescapable and she was spread out on display. Matt held up a matching metal collar and Lisa obediently lifted her chin to help him lock it in place. Soon it to was attached to the pole behind her .
"One last thing I think.." Matt said admiring his handiwork so far. Another short pole, barely a foot, on another bracket . Lisa had no idea where this one was for. She really didn't expect Matt to slide it on to the pole between her knees, with the short pole sticking straight out towards the audience. The briefest of pauses allowed the penny to drop for Lisa before Matt slid the final addition upwards between her legs.
Lisa moaned loudly as she was effectively forced to ride the slender metal pole, Matt had locked it in place so high that she could barely touch the floor now even on tip toes. Her legs were already shaking a little as she tried not to rest too much of her weight on her pussy pressing it into the cold metal. And yet even as she looked round the dimmed room at the faces watching her torment in intense silence a tiny part of her wanted to wriggle and squirm and rub and give in to the urge to… even in front of audience, or was it especially in front of an audience ?
" As you can all see Lisa is now totally secured and ready for my little experiment. However I don't have any balloons. But I think we do have a more than acceptable stand in".
The stage lights dimmed a little and a red tinted spotlight picked out Lisa's spread-eagled form. Matt approached pushing a trolley.
"This evening I won't be using little domestic needles , but these…." Matt held up a wicked looking metal spike. Slender but maybe a foot long which came to a very sharp looking point at one end. Lisa gasped loud enough for the audience to hear.
A stage hand was now stood to the side of Lisa holding a camera which to Lisa's horror zoomed in closely on her breasts, which were now glistening slightly with a sheen of perspiration. Its picture was beamed up to a large screen behind her giving a close up and intimate view of what was about to happen.
For her part Lisa was focused solely on the tray of spikes on the trolley. She watched as Matt took the first, held it up briefly then lined it up carefully with the top of the left side of her left breast. He pressed gently and the point pushed in a sharp dimple until it broke the skin. Lisa whimpered as she felt the metal slide through her tender flesh until she felt it reach the skin the other side, a fleshy point forming lower on the inside of her cleavage until the skin yielded and the spike escaped the far side . There was a long silence before the audience reacted, as if they were unsure of what they were seeing.
"No trick outfits, no false body parts, no clever boxes, just a brave assistant and sharp metal".
Looking down she could barely believe what she was seeing either. The spike was clearly pushed right though her breast at about 45 degrees . Her legs were burning, shaking more, causing her to rock on her metal perch. Matt was pressing on repeating the piercing on Lisa's right breast . More spikes followed and soon each breast was impaled with 4 of the cruel metal invaders at all points of the compass.
Lisa was flushed. It was clear that Matts magic was protecting her from most of the pain that she should be feeling from her tortured chest but the feelings were still more than a little intense. Combined with the hard cold metal of her perch and the rush from being in this dilemma in public it was all becoming a bit overwhelming.
The stage hands rotated the platform through three hundred and sixty degrees to display Lisa to the full effect. But Matt had not finished. He had a new instrument of torment. The next spike was much larger, probably three feet in length and a couple of inches wide although it was tapered to a sharp point. Without so much as a pause Matt pressed the larger stake from right to left much deeper into Lisas right breast. It slid through effortlessly, the point emerging deep in her cleavage before plunging into the left breast and finally exiting under her left arm!
Lisa could feel the weight of the metal pulling on her chest as she watched Matt go down into the audience, returning with a a pair of young women. "What else" she thought weakly as the newcomers introduced themselves, apparently the blonde in the slave leia outfit was called Jen and the taller brunette in a leather catsuit was Amy.
"Jen, Amy. Your first job is to check Lisa over and check that both she and the metal piercings are all real. Go on. Help yourselves"
Lisa writhed helplessly as the two women did indeed check her out. Hands were run up and down her arms and legs and over her tummy. The metal cuffs locking her in place were tugged and shaken. Lisa wanted to be shocked, outraged even but she couldn't be. She realised that she loved the attention, the suspense of not knowing what Matt's devious mind had in store for her and the thrill of danger, exposure bondage and helplessness. Even as she was locked naked in front of a room of strangers with two hot women she had never met feeling her up she realised that she had made the right decision moving , she was hooked.
"You can touch anywhere…."
Emboldened the new helpers continued their inspection. Lisa was shocked and helplessly writhed in her bonds as Jen slowly ran a fingertip up Lisa's inner thigh before gently pushing between Lisa and her metal saddle. Meanwhile Amy was feeling the soft flesh between the spikes through Lisa's breasts, before following more encouragement from the ever helpful Matt picking spikes at random the wiggle and slide in and out.
"So, girls. As a final proof that this is no cheap trick." Matt handed each of his new helpers a box. "Some sharp stuff of your own. Do your worst".
Amy moved first, fishing a needle from the box. They were smaller than the others maybe 6 inches long with a coloured tag on the blunt end. Lisa could not believe that there was no hesitation . She whimpered as Amy jabbed the needle through her left nipple from side to side. Another quickly followed, top to bottom. Following the lead Jen copied the pattern on Lisa's other nipple.
"Ladies and gentleman a big hand for Amy and Jen" The women returned to their seats to loud applause as the camera panned round Lisa's perorated breasts one more time.
" Now its time for us to go"
Lisa looked up weakly as Matt pulled a large black cloth from the trolley behind him. With a matador like flourish he covered Lisa and her metal bondage with the cloth, grabbing it away a split second later to reveal an empty frame, with empty metal cuffs and a collar still hanging from it. To huge applause he left the stage quickly with no fuss and no encore.
Lisa blinked as she found herself stood in the corner of the small store room that acted as a dressing room. Regaining her balance she looked down and felt herself all over. Her breasts were unmarked and apparently none the worse for their ordeal although she was feeling a bit stiff and chafed between the legs.
"Great show Lisa"
"That was different. A bit dark for us?"
"Not entirely my cup of tea either but you know, the customer is always right Lisa."
"Is she looking better folks ? "
Over the raucous cheers and responses Matt continued to set up his trick. Lisa was feeling more than a little exposed. The metal cuffs were heavy, tight fitting and undoubtedly inescapable and she was spread out on display. Matt held up a matching metal collar and Lisa obediently lifted her chin to help him lock it in place. Soon it to was attached to the pole behind her .
"One last thing I think.." Matt said admiring his handiwork so far. Another short pole, barely a foot, on another bracket . Lisa had no idea where this one was for. She really didn't expect Matt to slide it on to the pole between her knees, with the short pole sticking straight out towards the audience. The briefest of pauses allowed the penny to drop for Lisa before Matt slid the final addition upwards between her legs.
Lisa moaned loudly as she was effectively forced to ride the slender metal pole, Matt had locked it in place so high that she could barely touch the floor now even on tip toes. Her legs were already shaking a little as she tried not to rest too much of her weight on her pussy pressing it into the cold metal. And yet even as she looked round the dimmed room at the faces watching her torment in intense silence a tiny part of her wanted to wriggle and squirm and rub and give in to the urge to… even in front of audience, or was it especially in front of an audience ?
" As you can all see Lisa is now totally secured and ready for my little experiment. However I don't have any balloons. But I think we do have a more than acceptable stand in".
The stage lights dimmed a little and a red tinted spotlight picked out Lisa's spread-eagled form. Matt approached pushing a trolley.
"This evening I won't be using little domestic needles , but these…." Matt held up a wicked looking metal spike. Slender but maybe a foot long which came to a very sharp looking point at one end. Lisa gasped loud enough for the audience to hear.
A stage hand was now stood to the side of Lisa holding a camera which to Lisa's horror zoomed in closely on her breasts, which were now glistening slightly with a sheen of perspiration. Its picture was beamed up to a large screen behind her giving a close up and intimate view of what was about to happen.
For her part Lisa was focused solely on the tray of spikes on the trolley. She watched as Matt took the first, held it up briefly then lined it up carefully with the top of the left side of her left breast. He pressed gently and the point pushed in a sharp dimple until it broke the skin. Lisa whimpered as she felt the metal slide through her tender flesh until she felt it reach the skin the other side, a fleshy point forming lower on the inside of her cleavage until the skin yielded and the spike escaped the far side . There was a long silence before the audience reacted, as if they were unsure of what they were seeing.
"No trick outfits, no false body parts, no clever boxes, just a brave assistant and sharp metal".
Looking down she could barely believe what she was seeing either. The spike was clearly pushed right though her breast at about 45 degrees . Her legs were burning, shaking more, causing her to rock on her metal perch. Matt was pressing on repeating the piercing on Lisa's right breast . More spikes followed and soon each breast was impaled with 4 of the cruel metal invaders at all points of the compass.
Lisa was flushed. It was clear that Matts magic was protecting her from most of the pain that she should be feeling from her tortured chest but the feelings were still more than a little intense. Combined with the hard cold metal of her perch and the rush from being in this dilemma in public it was all becoming a bit overwhelming.
The stage hands rotated the platform through three hundred and sixty degrees to display Lisa to the full effect. But Matt had not finished. He had a new instrument of torment. The next spike was much larger, probably three feet in length and a couple of inches wide although it was tapered to a sharp point. Without so much as a pause Matt pressed the larger stake from right to left much deeper into Lisas right breast. It slid through effortlessly, the point emerging deep in her cleavage before plunging into the left breast and finally exiting under her left arm!
Lisa could feel the weight of the metal pulling on her chest as she watched Matt go down into the audience, returning with a a pair of young women. "What else" she thought weakly as the newcomers introduced themselves, apparently the blonde in the slave leia outfit was called Jen and the taller brunette in a leather catsuit was Amy.
"Jen, Amy. Your first job is to check Lisa over and check that both she and the metal piercings are all real. Go on. Help yourselves"
Lisa writhed helplessly as the two women did indeed check her out. Hands were run up and down her arms and legs and over her tummy. The metal cuffs locking her in place were tugged and shaken. Lisa wanted to be shocked, outraged even but she couldn't be. She realised that she loved the attention, the suspense of not knowing what Matt's devious mind had in store for her and the thrill of danger, exposure bondage and helplessness. Even as she was locked naked in front of a room of strangers with two hot women she had never met feeling her up she realised that she had made the right decision moving , she was hooked.
"You can touch anywhere…."
Emboldened the new helpers continued their inspection. Lisa was shocked and helplessly writhed in her bonds as Jen slowly ran a fingertip up Lisa's inner thigh before gently pushing between Lisa and her metal saddle. Meanwhile Amy was feeling the soft flesh between the spikes through Lisa's breasts, before following more encouragement from the ever helpful Matt picking spikes at random the wiggle and slide in and out.
"So, girls. As a final proof that this is no cheap trick." Matt handed each of his new helpers a box. "Some sharp stuff of your own. Do your worst".
Amy moved first, fishing a needle from the box. They were smaller than the others maybe 6 inches long with a coloured tag on the blunt end. Lisa could not believe that there was no hesitation . She whimpered as Amy jabbed the needle through her left nipple from side to side. Another quickly followed, top to bottom. Following the lead Jen copied the pattern on Lisa's other nipple.
"Ladies and gentleman a big hand for Amy and Jen" The women returned to their seats to loud applause as the camera panned round Lisa's perorated breasts one more time.
" Now its time for us to go"
Lisa looked up weakly as Matt pulled a large black cloth from the trolley behind him. With a matador like flourish he covered Lisa and her metal bondage with the cloth, grabbing it away a split second later to reveal an empty frame, with empty metal cuffs and a collar still hanging from it. To huge applause he left the stage quickly with no fuss and no encore.
Lisa blinked as she found herself stood in the corner of the small store room that acted as a dressing room. Regaining her balance she looked down and felt herself all over. Her breasts were unmarked and apparently none the worse for their ordeal although she was feeling a bit stiff and chafed between the legs.
"Great show Lisa"
"That was different. A bit dark for us?"
"Not entirely my cup of tea either but you know, the customer is always right Lisa."
"I guess. Where's my dress? "
"Still upstairs on the stage I guess. Why? "
"Well I can't exactly ride back to the warehouse like this……." Lisa looked down at her naked form. It occurred to her she had almost forgotten that she wasn't exactly in her natural body.
"True" Matt reached out and touched Lisa lightly on she shoulder.
Lisa groaned as she felt a tingle followed by the all too familiar freezing sensation of her body freezing up. It was a matter of moments before Matt had disassembled her into 7 parts once more and she was sealed into a box on the back of the truck.
"Still upstairs on the stage I guess. Why? "
"Well I can't exactly ride back to the warehouse like this……." Lisa looked down at her naked form. It occurred to her she had almost forgotten that she wasn't exactly in her natural body.
"True" Matt reached out and touched Lisa lightly on she shoulder.
Lisa groaned as she felt a tingle followed by the all too familiar freezing sensation of her body freezing up. It was a matter of moments before Matt had disassembled her into 7 parts once more and she was sealed into a box on the back of the truck.