I could tell Sasha was horny. The way her hard nipples powered through her little black dress. The way she took my hand and placed it on her nylon covered knee, encouraging me to stroke her thigh just a little higher. She obviously couldn't wait for the show to start. I was quickly getting excited too.

We had attended the magician's show the prior night of the BDSM convention and Sasha literally attacked me upon returning to our hotel room. She was insatiable. The complete submission, bondage, and objectification of the assistant had sparked something primal within her.

So it wasn't surprising when she suggested we scalp tickets for tonights show. So here we are in the front row. I've told the stage crew that my wife would be very interested in assisting tonight. I've put word in through the convention director. I can't think of anything else to do. At the very least, we'll get an entertaining show that will lead to an even more entertaining evening back in our room.

Sasha squirmed with excitement as the curtain lifted. Her hand shot up when David asked for volunteers. When called upon, she bounded towards the stage, practically dislocating my shoulder as she pulled me behind her.

On stage was a large peg board and a tray with some tools. The peg board was wider than it was tall and in front of it was a barstool.

David had us introduce ourselves and asked if I was good with tools. I admitted I was. Was I good at tying Sasha up. Well, we were at a BDSM convention, weren't we? Was Sasha willing to be an assistant? Judging by the scent I was picking up, a definite yes.

With that out of the way, he asked Sasha to remove her dress and heels. Sasha quickly discarded the dress and heels, leaving her in nothing more than her blonde hair and black stockings. The crowd roared at her sensual figure.

David asked her to hop onto the stool and back up against the peg board. He handed me a bunch of zip ties and we got started binding Sasha down to the peg board.

Sasha extended her left arm straight out to the side and I bound it in place with zip ties at the shoulder and then immediately above the elbow. She was then instructed to bend her arm 90 degrees so her hand pointed to the ceiling. I bound her wrist with a zip tie using the last set of holes before the top edge of the peg board.

We then repeated the process with her other arm. I bound it at the shoulder, elbow, and then the wrist, so each hand was raised above the edge of the board.

"Now that the easy part is out of the way, here comes the fun part." David instructed me to take Sasha's left ankle and bind it to the edge of the board.

Sasha stretched her sexy left leg straight out toward me. The black nylon shimmering in the stage lights. I grasped her silken ankle and guided it to the edge of the peg board, admiring its perfection as Sasha did her best to keep it straight. She had to rotate her hips toward me to make it reach. Pressing her ankle against the board with my left hand, I fed the zip tie through the holes with my right, where David zipped it shut. The zip tie pressing into the nylon, holding her ankle firmly against the board. Sasha's nylon covered foot squirmed out past the edge of the board. I ran a finger up the sole and she giggled.

With her ankle anchored to the board, David then fed zip ties through the peg board on both sides of her knee and at the top of her thigh. I wrapped the zip ties around the leg and fed them back through the board where David zipped them closed. Each zip tie pressing down into the Sasha's soft nylon covered flesh and binding it tight to the board.

Now I had to bind the right ankle to the opposite side of the board. I didn't see how this was possible. Sasha, for all her talents,. has never been very flexible. Her left leg was bound tight. There was no way her right leg was bending that far to the side.

I could tell Sasha was thinking the same, but I could also see the need in her eyes. She raised her right foot, pointing her nylon covered toes at me and whispered, "Do it. You know how much I want this. Do everything he says."

While wrapping my hand around that soft ankle, I started to stretch Sasha's legs wide open, opening her swollen pussy lips for everyone to see. I didn't make it far before I reached Sasha's limit, however. Her legs were spread wide enough for David to feed a very long zip tie through the edge of the peg board, loop it over the ankle, and guide it back through the board. He started zipping it closed until it reached a point where I didn't need to hold the ankle anymore for Sasha to hold the stretch.

Still, Sasha was at her limit. Her breathing had changed as she was stretched as wide as she could go. David directed me to start pushing on her calf, and with each push against he soft legs, I heard the zip tie ratchet closed bit by bit. A push, a moan from Sasha, and a few clicks from the zip tie. This was repeated again and again until Sasha's right ankle pressed firmly against the board. Her foot flexed past the edge and I gave the arch a gentle rub, loving the slick feel of her soles in the stocking.

We then applied zip ties to her leg above and below the knee and on the thigh. David then pulled the stool out from under Sasha, leaving her suspended against the peg board, all of her weight now resting against the 14 zip ties holding her immobile in a perfect and very strict split. Her legs were spread so wide they splayed her labia wide open. I ran my hand up her soft leg, along the shiny and slick stocking, until I reached her wet pussy, giving her clit a rub. Her eyes and her exhale said she was ready, but that would have to wait. If we could somehow repeat this position at home, we'd definitely have to try it again.

The peg board was now tilted back so it rested horizontally across its base, turning it into a table top. Each of Sasha's extremities extended beyond the edge of the board and I couldn't help but tickle her nylon covered foot that wiggled in front of me. Our attention snapped back to reality when we heard chains lowering from the ceiling. At the end of those chains was a pendulum with as much steel as a small automobile.

Sasha's eyes went wide as the pendulum dropped towards her bound pussy. The blade ran the length of her body and was easily longer than she was and it looked very sharp. Its lower point dropping until it was 6 inches above her mound. Sasha instinctively strained at the zip ties, since it was obvious where the pendulum was going. No matter how turned on she was, she had not expected this.

"This pendulum weighs 2 tons and is sharp enough to slice atoms. Just kidding. It is incredibly sharp, though, and once set in motion it will slice through anything that gets in its way. That includes you, dear Sasha. So I propose an escape challenge. Once in motion, the chains will lower the pendulum 1 inch every 10 seconds. By my estimate, you'll have 60 seconds to escape. Good luck!"

Sasha squirmed frantically against the bonds as the gigantic pendulum was set in motion. It swung in an arc from a point past her head to a point past where her feet would normally be (if they weren't strapped down into the splits). The lower most point of the pendulum was just above her exposed clit. All eyes in the theater were on that location as the pendulum swung back and forth and dropped inch by inch as the seconds ticked by.

Sasha raised her head, peering to where the blade came closest to her body. It was now only an inch or two away and she had made no progress escaping. Her arms were bound tight against the board, as well as her legs. Not only did being pulled into the splits expose her pussy fully to the blade, but it made it impossible to fight the bonds. She was stretched so far and held so tight that there was no resistance to be made.

The blade swung past her face, sounding like it was cutting the air itself. It swung back and dropped another inch, swinging between her splayed labia. She could feel the breeze on her lips as it swung between them. The air brushing past and arousing her clit at the same time. She tried to contract her muscles, to pull in and give herself more time, but there was nowhere to go. There was no doubt the next inch would drop it through her clit and more.

And then it happened. Sasha screamed as the blade dropped that last inch and then it dropped a foot more as it sliced the peg board in half in a single swoop. Sasha's fingers and feet shook frantically as the pendulum slowed down to a stop, but otherwise, she remained silent as her mouth and throat were bisected by the mighty blade.

As the pendulum was lifted back to the ceiling, David slotted in new blades to take its place. The peg board was then raised back to the vertical and Sasha's separated sides were wheeled to opposite ends of the stage.

It is an utterly surreal and erotic experience to see your near naked wife split in half and her halves separated by 30 feet. On my left was Sasha's right side, her leg stretched and strapped horizontally to the peg board. Her torso magically bisected by the blade. And on the other side of that blade was, well, nothing but air. I looked at half her face that held a shocked expression. An expression frozen in place by the blade that divided it.

On my right was Sasha's left side. It looked just like her right. Her feet and hands squirmed on the edge of the board. Her body otherwise unmoving against the vertical blade bisecting her.

The two tables were pushed back together, but they were not pushed back blade to blade like I expected in order to restore her. Instead, the tables were pushed together so Sasha's right half was face to face with Sasha's left half. These halves were then pushed together, pressing Sasha firmly against herself.

To Sasha, it was kind of like looking in a mirror. If she focused with her left eye, she could see her right side and if she focused with her right eye, she could see her left half. Trying to focus with both eyes was out of the question. If being bisected and separated by a two ton blade wasn't surreal enough, looking at yourself looking back at you certainly was.

This surreal-ness only increased as her halves were pushed toward each other. Her nipples made first contact, one hard nub rubbing against the other as her breasts compressed against each other. Her nylon covered legs pressed against one another and then her nose and hands made contact. Her fingers intertwined as she held hands with herself. Her nose angled back, allowing her lips to touch. Then the tip of the left side of her tongue rubbed the tip of the right side. It was like being pressed tight against your lover. It felt so intimate and so close and so erotic as the left and right sides of her clit pressed against each other.

Once the peg boards could be compressed no further, the peg boards were rotated back to the horizontal. A new board was brought out. This board was very similar to a bed of nails with each nail spaced precisely to match the holes in the peg board. I helped David lift this new board over the peg board and align the nails with all of the holes. As we released our grip and let the weight of it settle into the board, Sasha's hands and stockinged feet shook frantically. They were the only parts of Sasha we could now see outside of the board and it looked like she was not crazy about this bed of nails.

David then gave me a stool and a rubber mallet and told me to get to work. He asked me to hammer the board down so Sasha was a tight as possible and would be going absolutely nowhere.

I stepped onto the stool and saw that the top of the bed of nails board had an outline of Sasha's body. Sasha's hands and feet jerked with every strike of the mallet. The board slowly dropped down against the top of the peg board as the nails sunk their way down. I tried to hit the outline of Sasha softer, but her hands and feet jerked and shook just the same. She wanted me to do everything that was asked and I was doing it. But I felt Sasha had maybe bitten off more than she could swallow.

Once I'd driven the nail board completely into the peg boards, the peg boards were rotated back to the vertical. Sasha's hands and feet had stopped shaking, even though they were pressed tighter together than ever before. I took her feet in my hands and massaged them, stroking the silky soles and that got a wiggle. Her toes curled in the nylon and they brushed my groin as she pointed them down. I had such a live wire down there that I didn't know how much more I could take.

David snapped me back to reality by handing me an electric jigsaw.

"If you cut along these lines, you'll avoid the nails."

He drew a box on the peg board that went around Sasha's feet. It cut into the board a few inches, and then down, bisecting the outline of her legs, and then back out the side.

I powered on the jigsaw and lined it up horizontally with the line above her feet. It made short work of the peg board as I rotated it to cut down through the outline of the leg and back out the side. Sasha's beautiful, silky feet were back to kicking frantically as I sliced through the outline of her legs. Once I had completed the cut, David grabbed Sasha's feet and pulled, yanking them away from the peg board entirely!

He set them down on the table with the soles up and I stared at them dumbfounded. I glided a finger along a smooth sole and watched the feet twitch and the toes curl in the nylon.

"Now do the same here." He said as he drew a box around where her wrists extended out the top.

I wasted no time making the cuts as I tried to keep the frantically shaking hands from distracting me. What was more distracting were the nylon covered soles that shook back and forth from their spot on the table. David lifted the hands free of the peg board and placed them next to Sasha's feet. I about lost it as her detached hands took hold of her feet and started rubbing against them.

"Don't lose focus now. You've got some very precise cuts to make."

I looked up to see David draw a box half way up the peg board, about where Sasha's breasts would be. While I had been distracted, David had apparently removed the blades and replaced them with some kind of tape or they had turned into tape, I'm not sure which. At any rate, David was soon pulling out the square that held Sasha's breasts and placing it on the table.

He pulled the nail board out and folded the peg board back open, revealing Sash's two glorious orbs. They wobbled as they settled into position, each nipple hard as a rock as goosebumps formed on her areolas.

"Focus. Here and here."

David drew a box around Sasha's mouth. A single line in from the side between her lips and her nose and a line back out between her lips and her chin. He then dropped lower and drew a box around her pussy. My hands were shaking as I made the cuts. This was becoming too much to handle.

David pulled the square containing Sasha's mouth away and then the square containing her pussy. He placed these squares on the table and pushed them together until they seemed to stick. He then pulled away the nail board and folded the two halves of the peg board open, revealing a tube of flesh that had Sasha's open mouth at one end and her pussy at the other.

He handed me the tube and I fought to keep my urges under control. Her lips seemed to be locked in an open position at one end. Her tongue seemed to explore its territory as it lipped her lips and then the tip of my finger when it got close. Rotating the tube around presented Sasha's glorious pussy, still slick and swollen and still very horny. I could feel the heat and the hunger from both ends of the tube as David lifted my arm up and prompted for applause as the curtain fell.

EPILOGUE

It has been three nights since that show and Sasha and I haven't left the hotel room since. We're hurrying to pack since we have a cab due to take us to the airport in 10 minutes. I should say I'm packing, since Sasha is quite preoccupied.

I plop Sasha's big suitcase on top of the bed and eye the boxes David gave me after the show. The complete set if you will. I place the box labeled "foot job" in the suitcase. It is tempting to open it and rub the nylon covered feet contained within, but I have work to do.

I grab the box labeled "hand job" and drop it in the suitcase. Then the box labeled "boob job" finds its place next to "foot job" and "hand job". Ah, what a delight these were.  But where did that last box go?

I find the "blow job" box under the bed. It is empty of course, as Sasha is busy teasing me back to full mast inside my boxers. I don't have time to truly enjoy it, though, so I drop the empty box in the suitcase and zip it shut.

I then throw on some sweat pants and hope they're baggy enough to not draw too many looks. I pat Sasha and my growing member before grabbing the suitcase and running to the elevator. It is going to be an enjoyable flight home if I can catch it.