When a magician at a BDSM convention asks for a couple to volunteer, you raise your hand. At least I did. I'm not sure my wife, Emma, was that crazy about it. It was my idea to get the tickets and she was mainly along for the ride. She was into BDSM as much as the next girl here, but magic was definitely my thing.

So she had a little hesitation when I pulled her up to the stage with me. I was excited to be selected, but I could see her mind was already wondering where this was going to go. She was a woman at a BDSM convention, so its fair to say her inhibitions weren't a problem. I was pretty sure she'd do whatever was asked.

David greeted us as we stepped onto the stage.

"Hi ya folks. What are your names?"

I introduced myself and Emma. He asked if we'd been to a show before and I admitted we had not. He asked if Emma was willing to assist him as an assistant, and while she hesitated, she grudgingly agreed as long as she didn't have to do anything too complicated.

David said she must be a wonderful wife, which she admitted. "I bet you'd bend over backwards to keep this guy happy, don't you?" I had to admit she was pretty awesome. In fact, I was pretty sure the little black dress and stockings she was wearing were just for me. She knew how to turn me on and how to keep me that way.

"Well, now that we got that out of the way, I have one more question to ask. How flexible are you?"

Emma admitted she'd never been very flexible. In fact, she could barely touch her toes.

"Can you show us?"

"Well, if I did, I'd probably fall out of these heels." She smiled.

Emma slipped off her heels and bent over. Her fingers could just brush her nylon covered toes.

"See, I can barely touch my toes."

"That will be perfectly fine for what I have planned. Can you remove your dress and hop up onto this table?"

The audience roared as Emma slipped out of her little black dress to reveal she was only wearing the black thigh highs underneath. Everything else was bare, which I was pretty sure was going to be just for me later. But Emma was a bit of an exhibitionist, which anyone could probably guess from the nipple rings that ran through the piercings she'd gotten a few years ago. Another thing just for me until today.

Emma hopped onto the table and swung her long and sexy legs up as well. The table's top was fairly smooth but it had an odd mix of holes and grooves that I could only guess the purpose of, and the most ominous of all, a rope winch at each end.

David handed me two hemp ropes. "Could you tie each of these around her ankles while I tie her wrists?"

I readily agreed, taking the ropes to Emma's feet. I looped a rope under each silken ankle before tying it off in a knot. Using my remaining rope, I did the same to the other ankle. She giggled as I stroked the bottom of her soles and caressed her feet.

David at this point had tied her wrists together and pulled her hands to his end of the table. Emma was now stretched out and tied by the wrists and ankles like some damsel in distress.

"Now were going to lift you up by your back. Keep your arms and legs where they are as your body is raised up, ok?"

A suspension bar was lowered from above and David unhooked one end and ran it under Emma's lower back. He reconnected the chain to the other side. The bar began to lift, raising Emma's lower back with it. Her head and feet rested at each end on the table as her back began arching. Her hips lifting up and off the table. The bar raised higher and higher until she was suspended above the table by only her back. Her feet and hands just brushing the surface as she bent backwards over the bar.

"Comfortable?" David asked. Emma replied that it was really stretching her back. She doubted she could bend anymore even if raised higher. David assured her she could as he took the rope binding her wrists together and pulled it underneath and under her feet.  He ran the rope through an eye bolt on the table before feeding it into the rope winch.

He then took the two ropes tied around her ankles and guided those under her body, through parallel eye bolts, and into the winch at the head of the table.

"Can you go to that winch and crank it?"

I stepped to the winch and turned the handle. It made a loud clicking sound as it rotated, each click pulling the rope around Emma's wrists taut. Emma's arms were being pulled up and behind her head towards me as the rope crisscrossed the ropes pulling Emma's ankles in the opposite direction.

Emma's bound wrists were passing between her ankles and her feet were about a foot from her head when she started yelling "Stop!" and saying she'd had enough.

"All assistants have second thoughts. Just hang in there a bit more and we'll be done. Here is something to make it easier." David pulled a ring gag out of his pocket and deftly inserted it when Emma opened her mouth to protest.

"Remember this is just an illusion. Are you ready to proceed?"

I realized he was looking at me when he asked this question and not Emma. I looked at Emma who was visibly straining at the ropes, apparently close to her body's breaking point. I looked at David whose look conveyed that the show must go on. The audience didn't want us to stop. I crouched down and looked into Emma's eyes. We exchanged many thoughts in that look. Myself unconsciously pleading to continue and Emma finally ending the look with an eye roll that said "Fine! Get on with it then."

The crowd cheered as I returned to the crank. Now each click of the crank was met with a lowering of the suspension bar and a grunt from Emma. Each crank pulled Emma's wrists towards me and her ankles toward's David. The cranking started to get harder when Emma's ankles were on each side of her face. She grunted through the gag and looked unbelievably side to side as her silken legs pulled past.

Her body made contact with the table at this point, with her ankles heading towards David and her arms and hands being pulled towards me. Her body made a circle with her hips on top of the bar. Her hands passed between her nylon clad knees as her knees came to rest on the table.

Now most of the cranking was on my end as David removed the suspension bar. Emma was being pulled inescapably into a contortionist's triple fold position. The crank was becoming quite hard to turn as her body heavily resisted being bent in half backwards.

Emma's hands writhed against the rope binding her wrists as I slowly turned the crank. Click... Click... Emma's elbows were starting to emerge from between her knees. Her hands writhing more and more against the rope as she was pulled tighter and tighter. Click... Click... Click... Her face now visible between her thighs. Her naked pussy hovering above the top of her head. Click.. Click... I could hardly turn the crank. Just how far did he want me to go?

Reading my mind, David told me to keep going until Emma's breasts fell through the two holes in the table top. These holes were just under Emma's neck right now. She still had a long way to go!

Click... Emma and I started to both build a sweat. Click... Click... Her shoulders were now approaching her knees. Her breathing becoming fast and shallow as her body was folded over.

Click... Click... I pulled with all my might on the winch and got it to click once more, her body sliding the final inch forward on the table for her breasts to drop down through the holes. I was exhausted. Emma looked like she could hardly breath

David took a small chain from his pocket, and reaching under the table, clipped one end  to her left nipple ring before clipping the other end to her right nipple ring. The chain swung between her two breasts. The chain tugging and swinging with each quick, shallow breath.

"There. That should make sure here breasts don't escape."

Emma was now in the tightest triple fold position possible, one that would be the envy of the world's best contortionists.  Between her silken feet, her ribcage could be seen taking shallow breaths. Higher, her tummy gently curved up to her hips and higher, her pubic mound, which glistened enticingly above her head.

Her shoulders were flat against the table between her knees. As David removed the ropes, I rubbed my hand over a knee, letting it glide over the nylon down the leg to her secured ankles.

I looked up to see a cart being rolled out with a variety of shackles, screws, and a cordless hand drill.

"Now I want you to drill Emma down to the table. Place a shackle over each ankle and wrist and make sure it is drilled down completely. I want to make sure Emma can't possibly escape."

I placed a shackle over her right ankle, placed a screw in each hole, and proceeded to drill them one by one into the table. As the screws tightened, the shackle pressed down into the nylon, firmly securing her leg to the table. I ran my finger up the sole of her foot a few times and watched her toes curl in the stocking.

I walked to the other side of the table and did the same to her left ankle. The shackle firmly tightening against her leg, ensuring her feet were not going anywhere until they were unscrewed.

I returned to the cart and got two smaller shackles and a handful of screws. Taking Emma's left hand, I pulled it as far forward as it would go before placing the shackle over her wrist and drilling it down.

As I took her right hand, she gave my hand a squeeze and I looked up. She was an amazing sight from the front. Her arms reached out to me from each side of her head. Her chin pressed hard against the table as she managed quick, shallow breaths through the ring gag.  And outside of her arms rested her nylon covered knees, which led up to the penultimate point of her pussy, now staring at me from above her head. It glistened under the stage lights and the sight of it almost sent me over the top.

Trembling, I pulled her right arm forward and shackled it down. The drill tightened the metal against her flesh to the point of almost impairing circulation.

"Thank you. Can you check and make sure that Emma is securely locked down and can't go anywhere? The audience needs to be sure she cannot escape."

I thought it was quite obvious Emma wasn't going anywhere, but I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to feel up my wife in this position. I tickled her soles, ensuring she couldn't move an inch to get away. I ran my hand over her nylons, rubbing her knees and up her thighs, gently caressing her mound before running my hands along her arms to her shackled wrists. I told David that I didn't think Emma could move at all.

"Excellent! Now Emma, I have a proposal for you. A challenge if you will. You see, this is just the start of the trick and it is very important the audience knows that you cannot escape, so I'm going to start by giving you an escape challenge."

He then pulled out a magic wand vibrator and slotted it into a bracket which he drilled into the table. This bracket held the wand horizontally and firmly against Emma's clit.

"If you can escape before you orgasm, you can return to your seat and enjoy the rest of the show. If not, you will assist me for the entire show and I may do whatever I wish, with the assent of your husband of course."

He then pulled open the curtain at the back of the stage, revealing a giant logging buzzsaw as well as several smaller illusions.

Emma's eyes went wide at the sight of the buzzsaw. I could tell she wanted nothing to do with that. The muscles in her arms visibly tightened and pulled, but there was little she could do given how tight her body was pulled against itself while being bolted down to a table. At best she could shake her head, more of a wiggle, which caused her hips and pussy to wobble and the chain between her nipples to jingle a bit. Emma definitely wasn't going anywhere.

David lined the vibrator up with her clit and flipped it on. It brrrrrrd to life causing Emma to pull hard against the wrist shackles, spreading her fingers wide, and shaking her head. Her short breaths turned into short moans and grunts as the vibrator worked against her clit.

I watched her toes curl inside the nylons as her entire body seemed to vibrate. The vibrations seem to radiate out from her pussy, through her hips, and down her toned, nylon clad legs to the table. As her pussy was directly above her head, the vibrations seem to radiate down through her head as well, causing her eyes to roll up and drool to trickle out of the ring gag.

The moans steadily increased until the dam broke, her short moans became panting screams and her entire body started to shake and convulse against its bonds and itself. Then there was silence.

David turned the vibrator off and said, "It appears Emma has fainted from hyperventilation or pleasure. She'll be okay. But she has obviously lost the challenge. I don't think she was able to move an inch, let alone escape. So let's prep Emma for the next trick while she recovers..."

David removed the vibrator and started unscrewing the four corners of the table. He then gestured for me to help him lift the tabletop off its base. I grabbed one end while he grabbed the other and we lifted the tabletop off, tilting it to its side so it was easier to carry. Emma didn't budge an inch, apparently defying gravity with how tight she was bound, as we carried her sideways to the buzzsaw table. Drool flowed from her open mouth to the bottom of the tabletop.

We hoisted the tabletop onto the buzzsaw table, pushing the saw blade into the groove that ran between Emma's shackled hands. The blade loomed over Emma, easily three times taller than Emma's body in its bound and contorted position.

David undid the chain connecting Emma's nipple rings and moved to a control panel.

"Now all we need is to wake up Emma! Could you do the honors?"

Again, I wasn't going to miss an opportunity to feel up my wife in her current predicament. The saw blade towered over Emma's form. Its teeth just inches from Emma's face and her moist pussy lips. It was not hard to imagine what was going to happen when the saw was started.

I ran my hand in a circle on the flat area above her mound and then down her slit to her head, where I gently patted her cheeks. This didn't get a response, so I ran my hand down her thigh, following her nylons around her knee and along her smooth leg to her foot. This I started to tickle through the nylon while reaching over and doing the same to the other foot.

Her toes started to curl and her hands flinched as the tickling woke her up. I could tell the moment she opened her eyes and saw the saw blade inches from her nose because she let out a scream and her breathing became that heavy panting again.

I could feel her body tense and squirm under my hands as the saw blade started and the tabletop automatically pushed forward. This shaking became intense as the blade divided her pussy. Her hands frantically shook on each side of the blade, but every part of her on this side of the wrist shackles was kept perfectly in place by the tight triple fold and the shackles bolting her legs down to the table.

I stepped back and watched the saw divide Emma down her middle. Her breasts shook under the table, just inches from the saw blade passing between them. Her toes curled and fingers spread wide as the blade passed through her body.

David was waiting with large steel dividers on the other side. These were slotted into the tabletop and down the middle of Emma, neatly dividing her into two halves. Each half was slid onto a cart and wheeled to opposite ends of the stage as David proceeded to do some slight of hand tricks and other illusions for the audience.

I approached Emma's right side and took hold of her hand. She squeezed back and blinked her right eye. I gazed across the stage to see an identical copy of Emma facing my direction. The copy blinked in perfect synchronization with the Emma next to me. Her left half lifted its fingers and give me a faint wave across the stage, as the hand I was holding gave me another squeeze. This was incredible.

After a few tricks, Emma's halves where brought together and the blades extracted. David asked me to confirm Emma was once again in one piece, which I did happily. He then did a light ball routine, making kegal ball after kegal ball appear in his hand. These he inserted into Emma's pussy, and to the delight of the audience, the balls would roll out of her mouth through the ring gag a few seconds later.

He then appeared silk scarves and stuffed them one after another into her mouth until her cheeks puffed out. Then pinching between her slit, proceeded to pull each one out as Emma's cheeks deflated to normal.

Once this and a few other tricks were done, David asked Emma how she was feeling since she'd been in the triple fold position for almost an hour. Emma's grunts were unheard over the audience roar when she managed to extend the middle finger from each shackled hand.

"I think Emma has had enough, don't you? Please everyone give her a round of applause as we start our final illusion!"

As the audience clapped, Emma was wheeled over to a large press looking machine. One of those with giant slabs of metal on top and bottom and a giant wheel on top to compress whatever is placed inbetween. That was Emma, as her body was slotted between the two large metal plates.

"Emma, you've been a wonderful assistant. I bet you never imagined you were this flexible and I bet you can't imagine that you can actually get tighter into this position. You see, this press will help you get as tight into that triple fold as magically possible."

David spun the wheel, lowering the top plate down so it rested against the top of her hips and pussy. He then started to slowly turn it, forcing her hips down, compressing her rear against her back to an unbelievable tightness.

As this point, he waved a black cloth over Emma and revealed the shackles had disappeared and she was now free to move. Not that this would do her any good, since escape was impossible being compressed tightly between the two metal plates. The black cloth was then wrapped around the opening of the press to hide all of Emma but her outstretched arms and hands.

Her arms and hands frantically shook and waved as David slowly turned the wheel, forcing her body to compress against itself. Emma's arms slowly retracted between the plates as the space between the plates decreased from 18 inches to 12 inches to 9 inches and then finally 5. At 5 inches, David stopped and Emma's hands were nowhere to be seen.

David pulled the cloth away from the front and everyone tried to get a look between the plates. As I was closest, I could just make out a mix of flesh and nylon and in the center, Emma's wet pussy still completely unscathed.

David grabbed a ledge on the front of the steel plates and pulled each out of the press.

"Removing these flat plates allows us to use the next plates, which have a mold already carved into them for molding Emma here. This press can effectively stamp Emma, compressing here newly found flexible body into whatever form we choose."

And with that, David gave the wheel a final spin and the press clamped down completely. Each plates was pressed completely against the other, leaving no room for Emma outside of whatever mold was carved into the plates.

David spun the wheel in the opposite direction, reached into the press, and pulled something out and walked over to me.

"I want to thank you and Emma for coming out tonight. I hope you have had a magical evening and have many more over the next few days." David leaned in and whispered, "Give me a call in a week when you want her restored."

David then handed me the warm tube that was Emma. Her pussy glistened at one oval shaped end, wet and inviting. Behind this oval end was a column of flesh wrapped in a smooth and silky nylon tube. I inserted a finger and it came out wet and musky. Yes, we could have a lot of fun. So much fun that I'm not sure we'll be calling to restore any time soon.

And that is why my friends, if a magician at a BDSM convention asks for a couple to volunteer, you raise your hand.