I smiled as confidently as I could as Matt and the helpers prepared the next trick. The next devious idea that Matt had dreamed up for the audience's pleasure. How could I be stood here so calmly. On stage. In front of a whole bunch of strangers without a stitch on. And enjoying it! I was just wondering whether it was something Matt had done when I realised the show was back on.

In the corner of my eye I could see Matt's other victim for the evening, the cute blonde volunteer Kim, being moved. She was still flat as a pancake and sandwiched between two sheets of glass, but now she was being hung from the high ceiling in front of the bar, swaying like a banner.

Before  I could take in any more details Matt was asking me to step up to the next trick. It looked simple enough. A raised wheeled platform on which were mounted two vertical stainless poles about eight feet apart. There was a low bench sat between them and at Matt's request i climbed onto the platform then the bench. 

This was a trick I did not recognise at all. Which was both awesome and terrifying. I couldn't see any other props about so smiled my most winning smile, as if this was an every day occurrence, while Matt buckled soft leather cuffs around each ankle. Tied up again, this was becoming a thing. I watched with widening eyes as he threaded some rope through the ring on the left cuff then pulled it tight out towards the pole. Then tighter. Then tighter, before securing it to the pole. By the time he had done the same on the other side my legs were spread wide to the point of discomfort and my ankles were held immovably a couple of feet from each pole. I was feeling even more exposed if that was possible. Still clueless as to what might happen next I raised my hands high over my head and Matt repeated the procedure, securing each wrist ever so securely. I was now spread eagled stretched so tightly I could barely wriggle. Was Matt going to pull me apart or something?

To prove just how tight I was tied Matt pulled away the bench I had been standing on, leaving me hanging uncomfortably between the poles. A revolution of the platform made sure that there wasn't an inch of me that the audience hadn't seen. I kind of enjoyed that. Sorry. I was just tuning back into Matt's explanation to the audience when I saw the next part of the trick arrive on stage. My heart almost burst out of my chest. No way!

It was a bizarre sight. Hard to describe, even harder to understand in my addled state. I had no idea if I was terrified, excited or horny. Or perhaps it was all three and that was the point. Point being the operative word here. Being manoeuvred to sit behind me was a contraption which looked a little like a small forklift truck. It moved with a similar metallic hum. But instead of a pair of tines to lift freight this thing had three prongs arranged in a narrow triangle. Two across the top one a little lower. As I calmed enough to take in the details I realised that the prongs actually looked more like drills. Easily five feet long they appeared to be maybe two inches in diameter and had wicked points. My legs went to jelly as it disappeared from my view behind me.

If Matt offered any explanation of the trick it passed me by. I could see people in the audience watch intently , moving forward in their seats. The lights dimmed further and took on a red tint. And then I heard it, an electric whirring then the sound of something spinning , faster and faster, a smooth refined hum of something moving at very high speed. I wanted to turn around and look back. To scream maybe. But that seemed the wrong thing to do. I guessed my wide eyed look probably added to the show as I waited for the inevitable. 

The first contact was at the very base of my back. Well the top of my butt really. It wasn't like a blade. There was no build of pressure. Instead the point just slid into my soft flesh like the proverbial knife into butter. There was a sharp pain for a fraction of a second then a warm sliding sensation as my body seemed to just part. Then the vibrations struck. Oh my god. It was too much, so good. Way too good. I bit my lip overwhelmed. I could feel them right through my back and... And then the other two points arrived. They seemed to be aimed at my shoulder blades. And now there were three of them. I closed my eyes no longer really aware of anything else, just the three drills easing into my helpless body. And they were going so slowly, seeming to take an age to move an inch. I opened my eyes again, tried to recover some composure. The crowd were transfixed. Watching so intently.  Time seemed to have slowed down, the spinning metal barely crawling though me. It was about then that it dawned on me where the drills were going to come out if they carried on through me.

And then I sort of lost it. The evenings events caught up with me I guess. The show, the blades stimulating me to the edge of.. The ropes and cuffs. Being displayed. Wheeled around. It was like someone had dipped into the darkest corners of my mind and distilled all my fantasies. At that point the lower drill completed its journey. I have no idea what it looked like for the audience but it was close to the other side. Between my legs. Oh god it felt so.. Good isn't the word. It was intense, the vibrations were deeper inside me than would ever be possible right on the spot. I knew I was in danger of having an orgasm right there on stage in front of a room of strangers. And then it burst out of me between my legs.

I came round a second or so later. There were gasps and applause. Maybe they thought I was in intense pain. Or acting. I wondered if they knew the truth but had no further time to recover before the other two drills reached the inside of my poor hard nipples. And I was gone again.

As I came to my senses Matt was untying my ankles, then my wrists. I hung limply from the three drills each now protruding a clear couple of feet through me as the platform was wheeled away. I felt my weight on the slender metal  run right through me. Matt took the well earned applause while I waved weakly. Honestly it was all I could manage.

"You've been a great audience, that's the end of the show. But first I should tidy up a little... "

Matt waved to include the whole stage. I was still struggling to get my breath back. Glowing.  Relishing the last few moments. I had never known anything like it . So when there was a flash and everything went dark for a split second it took me a while to figure out what had happened. Again. 

I realised I could see the stage. I seemed to be high up relative to it. The forklift thing was there. But now its deadly looking spikes were empty. Matt was on stage taking a bow, with Kim the volunteer, still clad in the tiny bikini. She looked bemused and a little unsteady on her bare feet. As my brain continued to clear I realised I could not , in fact , move a muscle. My body seemed to be locked in a glamour pose, one hand behind my head, the other wrapped just under my boobs as best as I could tell.  If i looked down I could see the floor in front of the bar, but there was no sign of my chest. And then it dawned on me. I had been switched with the volunteer, which meant that I was in the picture frame! What the ?

And so it was that I finished the evening as a poster. I had been carried through into the entrance foyer for the club like so much furniture and hung from the wall. My reflection in the window confirmed I was frozen in a rather playboy esque pose with details of the following week's events under my feet. It was so strange to be reduced to an inanimate object. I couldn't tell if the people leaving the club after their night out realised it was really me in the poster case or just a picture after a clever trick. I still can't be sure if that was annoying or exciting. 

Finally the crowds had left, the lights were raised and the cleaners had finished up. Frozen in the afterglow of quite literally the most amazing evening I was starting to wonder what had become of Matt. Surely he wasn't planning on leaving me there all night ? Finally just when I was starting to really worry Matt arrived in view. What I couldn't understand was that his usual assistant Lisa was with him. I thought the whole point was that she was double booked.

Lisa looked so hot, wearing a short  black leather coat and thigh high boots. Then with a wicked grin she slipped off the coat, revealing her impossibly curvy body, she wasnt wearing one single other thing. If I could have blinked I would have. Written in lipstick under her majestic breasts was " Happy Birthday Quinn x"

Matt clicked his fingers and after a split second of dizzying darkness I was stood in the foyer with them. 

"What the? How ? How did you know it was my birthday!?" I finally managed to splurt out

Lisa almost fell over laughing. " The night you have had and that's your question ?"