I stood outside the anonymous warehouse in a downtown business for what felt like ten minutes. I came close to walking back to the subway. But deep down I knew I was kidding myself. I was going to go in out of the chill spring air and into a world of impossible possibilities. The problem was what you might call mission creep. I was now the veteran of a handful of shows. I suppose I figured I would have got all this out of my system by now. But instead I was a little worried I was becoming addicted. In the end Lisa opened the door.

"You gonna stand out there forever ? "

I followed her in, wondering what to say and at the same time realising she was butt naked. Again. 

"Grab a seat, want a coffee? Matt is just sending out a crate. "

"I , er, OK" 

And so I sat and waited as Matt and a UPS guy pushed out a wooden crate. I daren't either guess or ask about the contents, although Lisa was right there at least. 

"You ready Lisa ? " 

"Five minutes" 

Lisa returned carrying a tangled black mass of clothing. As she began to wrestle her way into it I wondered if I shouldn't look away. But privacy was apparently far from her mind as she slid into a spray on tight black leather jumpsuit, then black thigh high boots with the highest heels I had ever seen. Standing gingerly she pulled on a leather hood and then leather mittens. 

"Do me up" she mumbled holding the desk for stability.

And so I found myself pulling the long zip up her back then a smaller one on the back of the hood. Somehow I wasn't at all surprised when she had me locking both the hood and suit zippers in place with a thick leather collar, nor that the hood had a couple of steel eyelets over the nostrils and a zip for the mouth but no eye holes. 

"Looking good" Matt smiled as he returned pushing what looked a bit like an office chair with him.

I assumed that the compliment was aimed at the leather clad assistant so just smiled and looked curiously at the contraption Matt was fiddling with. A few seconds later I was holding Lisa's hand to steady her as Matt lined her up then helped her tip back so her shoulders to waist rested on a curved frame where I would have expected a seat base to be. Under Matt's calm direction I lifted Lisa's legs and helped the curvy assistant fold herself in two with her knees pressed to her chest. Working quickly Matt ran three straps from under the base of the contraption over Lisa's and body and thighs pulling them so tight on the other side it made we wince. Matt patted Lisa's taut and shapely rump playfully before fitting another piece of frame upright by Lisa's trapped shoulders. A few more straps later and the poor girl's arms and legs were bound to the upright just as tightly. I took in the whole effect disbelievingly. Lisa was transformed into a living office chair, her torso and thighs making the seat pad, her arms and legs the back rest. She was totally unrecognisable clad entirely in black leather, though my eyes were drawn to the zips over her mouth and between her legs. The implications were worrying. 

"I . I mean wow , is she ok? " 

"Sure, its a bit tight but she will be fine"

"Why, what's the. I mean there's no magic? "

"Its for a private booking Quinn, you know that thats a lot of what we do. I know its not an illusion as such but theres plenty of magic going on. Normally Lisa wouldn't be able to last long at all tied up so tight. Circulation cut off, cramp, difficulty breathing,  needing the loo, eating and drinking. But with a little bit of magic that all gets a lot easier. Huh Lisa ? "

There was a muffled uh huh in response.

"So she's not in any pain ? " I asked, wondering if my concern was making me sound like a rookie again.

"Not as such. I arrange things so that she feels everything about her situation fully. She can feel the ratchet straps, the helplessness the full deal. All the magic does is prevent the nasty side effects, aches, cramps so on. So yes there is very much a real experience , but no adverse risks or suffering. Magic makes the impossible possible, again. Take a seat ? "

I looked around then the penny dropped. Gingerly I wheeled the girl-chair nearer to the desk where Matt had taken a seat. Then ever so slowly I lowered my butt onto the seat, which was of course Lisa's thighs. I could feel her flesh yield, her attempts to wriggle which the tight straps were preventing. As i sat back I could feel her shake a little. It was bizarre, wild, kinky. And then there were the zips....

"So tonight's show. I just wanted to double check you were cool with it?"

"Well you said it's a little different as it's a private show, rather than on stage, but I am not really sure what that means." I smiled nervously and shuffled in the seat, which when it wriggled made me wonder even more.

"It's nothing to worry about, just a little more intimate, smaller crowd. I understand what you are comfortable with, I won't push you too far. Just far enough for it to be fun!" 

Matt's smile was infectious. I felt myself blush. I had already trusted him with my life on several occasions and it did seem he had the knack of pushing my limits just far enough to be thrilling . Looking back what I had already done on stage, compared to what I imagined I was capable of a few short months ago, was unbelievable. 

"You haven't really explained any more ... "

"Where would the fun in that be ?"

"You already know I am going to say yes" 

"I hope, but although its a job it still needs to be fun for you too"

"OK, lets do it" I nodded weakly, wondering if Lisa was having fun. 

As was so often the case, Matt's only reply was a smile. He pointed me in the direction of a quiet corner of the warehouse to try an outfit. As usual it was a killer. A black swimsuit caressed my breasts rather than covered them due the the deep plunging front. It was equally tiny over my waist and hips, banishing to barely a thread between my butt cheeks.. This was ludicrously daring, some black high heels completed the ensemble. 

"Wow" 

"Thank you! Although I think you may have missed a bit  ? " 

"Definitely not" Matt laughed. 

I was just pondering that all things considered I was not actually feeling that self conscious when the buzzer for the door went.

"Can you get that, I just need to finish this."

I blushed furiously as I let another delivery guy into the unit. He made no attempt to disguise the look of wonder on his face as he looked me up and down. I carefully led him back to Matt, sure he could see my butt. Matt was sticking a shipping label to Lisa, who was now shrouded in bubble wrap and tape, and looked for all the world like any old wrapped up chair. I could tell the guys' eyes were still locked on to my tiny outfit. Matt dropped a second label. Looking back this was very improbable, he never fumbled a word and every movement was measured and perfect. At the time it caused me to pause for only a moment. Then I did it. I bent over, from the waist, legs straight together, to retrieve the label, Giving the guy a hell of a show. Matt caught my eye. A wry smile, he knew, a corner had been turned.  Seconds later and the package was gone, shipped to a lucky customer. I wondered if I could imagine doing something like that, if I would ever get in that deep, and dismissed the idea. Of course not. 

"Shall I get changed back ? What time tonight? " 

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On Matt's cue I walked out into the spotlight at the centre of the small performance area. We were in a small art gallery it seemed, I guess for an exhibition launch. I felt woefully under dressed amongst the city guys in their expensive suits and the women in expensively understated cocktail dresses.  The gallery itself was very fashionable looking, all bare brick and brushed metal. The gentle chatter and clink of cocktail glasses paused when I walked in, I could feel every pair of eyes on me. The small audience, maybe just a few dozen, watching me, desiring me, maybe judging me.

As l looked around I could see what Matt meant. Doing a big show on stage meant there was a separation between me and the audience. I mean I knew everyone was looking at me, but this was different, I could see the each individual, their reactions and expressions. Were they curious ? were they judging me ? 

My musings were interrupted by Matt beckoning me over to the box. It was a slender upright number, with holes for my feet at the base, and hangs on each side at around shoulder height. Finished in sleek metallic silver the box was topped with a small circular box, which had an oval cut out in it, obviously for my face. It was simply decorated with an art deco style outline of the female form The box was going to be a snug fit, no doubt.

"Ladies and gentleman, isn't Quinn lovely ? Now i will ask her to kick off her shoes and climb into the box, and you can see what she can do ... " 

I smiled and took a little bow. I could feel many pairs of eyes watching my every move as I smoothly discarded my shoes . Matt opened the box, two doors in the front like a wardrobe, and I backed in, ducking under the fixed round part. I stood up straight smiling through the sung cut out. Matt asked me to thread each hand in turn through the side of the box , rotating it to provide a clear view of a cuff locking my wrist outside the box. I continued my brave smile as Matt flipped the doors closed. As i shuffled my bare feet into view I couldn't be sure if it was good to be covered up. Or disappointing. 

Matt gave the me in the box one more spin. Its the strangest feeling to be moved around, displayed. The phrase like a piece of furniture crossed my mind, but given Lisa's plight ... Before I could dwell on that any longer Matt re appeared in my field of view carrying a blade. A very large blade. 

For a moment a look of shocked concern must have crossed my face, much to the amusement of the small crowd, who were drawing closer as the trick picked up pace. As i concentrated on finding my brave smile again Matt lined the blade up with the gap between the doors inches from my scantily clad body. He paused for what seemed to be an eternity, looking over hos shoulder to with a playful grin, then pressed a little more. I could feel cold sharp steel, from my neck down between my bare cleavage, over my navel to my..

"Should I ?"  

With cheers for an answer Matt gave a firm smooth shove. I gasped loudly, I could feel the blade start to bite. I clenched my hands , closed my eyes, all thoughts of a brave smile gone. I was just trying to choke back a scream of agony when something gave and I could feel the blade ease through me, creating an intense wave of pleasure. I suspect my moan telegraphed all too clearly what i was feeling. The second blade felt quite different, much less intense , almost distant. 

Matt did another revolution with my box. I smiled weakly and wiggled my fingers and toes on cue. 

"Well as you can see Quinn is in a bit of situation , but as she's all locked up with no where to go, lets carry on! "

I confess I didn't have a clue where the trick was going. So i was as puzzled as everyone else when Matt retrieved a handful of metal poles . Each was maybe four feet long and maybe half an inch in diameter. They looked ominous. Matt span the box once more.

"As you can see Quinn is still in the box, not hiding at all ...What ? You think its a trick ? "

I caught a glimpse of Matt's mischievous smile before he reached forward and flipped open a hatch on the left hand door. Looking down I could see he had opened a small semicircle which would reveal my barely covered right breast. A similar door lower down, positioned to reveal a flash of the top of my thigh, was opened next . Moments later matching doors on the other side completed the effect. I was helpless to do a thing about it of course, though I found I wasn't sure i wanted to.

Matt paused for a moment to let the fact I was clearly still in the box sink in. Then, without any explanation he grasped the first metal pole and shoved it through the box just above the top of the doors and under my chin. I gulped and gurgled, that had smarted. It also seemed to have stopped me making much in the way of a noise. Matt rammed a second pole home through my left shoulder, then a third on the right hand side of my waist. One each threaded through the box and each of my thighs, then two more, one just above each foot. 

To huge applause Matt gave the box one more spin. I imagined the back would now show the poles which must be penetrating me. I smiled weakly as the show paused while people were allowed to come up and check everything was real including me!  It should have been humiliating to be displayed,objectified even,  but instead it was thrilling. Peoples reactions were addictive, wonder, confusion, amazement, maybe lust even. The closeness of the small crowd really did make a difference. 

"Now for the real fun part" 

I blinked, having assumed the trick was done. Instead I peered down as Matt bent and grasped the box by my right foot. And lifted. To my amazement one half the rectangular part of the box rotated up and out around the round top part of the box. Moments later i could look to my right and see the box, including my right hand and toes out to the side  almost at right angles to the rest of the box.

Seconds later Matt did the same with the other side of the box, leaving the box supported by a single metal bar at the back of the round part containing my head, and leaving the box and me opened out like a pair of scissors! I looked from side to side wiggling fingers and toes tentatively, wondering what I must look like from the audience point of view with the other hatches open. 


"Folks the bar is open....."


With hindsight I suppose I should have expected that there would be more, I know better now. But at the time I felt a little cheated of a big finish as people trailed off for champagne and nibbles and to look at the exhibits. 

"Having fun?" 

Matt smiled and pushed me in my box against one wall. Working quickly and smoothly as always he used a small chord draped over the pole though my left thigh to hang a small painting. I was shocked, I was being used as a picture hanger! I had kind of thought I might wind up as an exhibit, but to be relegated to one of the fixtures and fittings was a bit of a shock. In the mean time a similar small paining had been hung from the pole through my other thigh, while the poles piercing my shins had small spot lights mounted to them. A plexiglass stand was placed on my stand, under my head, with a small sculpture of some sort on it and a label of some kind. I couldn't really see. I took a deep breath resigned to spending the evening being used to display some unknown artist's works.....