When a magician at a BDSM convention offers you a job, you run as fast as you can. You kick off your 4 inch heels if necessary, and you try not to fall flat on your face as your stockings slip on the newly waxed convention floor.

But no, I didn't do that. Instead, I signed my name. I was naive. But I didn't know I was naive, which is like the number one problem with being naive.

David's show last night had apparently been a huge hit. It was getting a lot of buzz, tweets, and other arial animal sounds that I was totally ignorant of. I only knew he wanted to keep the talk going with a convention floor promotion and for that he needed a model and that meant he needed me.

I was the only one at the agency that was into BDSM. I mean, we all do things. And I'm sure a lot of girls at the agency do things they wouldn't admit in the confessional. But I was the one with a reputation and we all know what that means. That meant I was the one assigned to this job.

It is so obvious now that I should have asked more questions. I should have asked what I'd be doing at least. I mean, I knew I'd be tied up. That was a given. I knew it was in public, so it couldn't be that bad, could it? All I had to do was smile and wave and I'm sure everything would be fine. Hah, I was so naive.

The next few minutes were a blur. Take off your clothes, he said. Leave the stockings on, he said. Keep the 4 inch heels, he said. Put on these leather cuffs, he said. Put on these leather ankle cuffs, he said. Put in this ball gag, he said. Pull your hair up into a ponytail, he said. High on the head, he said. Like, at the very top.

Okay, whatever. Maybe he was into pony girls or something.

It had all happened so fast. As drool escaped from around my gag, I realized the time for questions was over. It was now impossible. What was I supposed to do? I had no idea.

He clipped the leather wrist cuffs together with a convention lanyard and led (yes, literally led) me down the hallway to the convention floor. I was nervous, but I was not out of place. I mean, I was practically naked in only nylon stockings, teetering in high heels, with my red lips stretched around a red ballgag while I was being tugged and pulled through the crowd by some mad magician at the end of a leash, but I was not out of place. I was just another model at a BDSM convention. Eye candy? Yes. Delicious? Definitely. But you're not going to get a taste.

We stopped at a white circular table in the middle of the circular convention floor. It didn't take long for a circular crowd to circle around.

"Now many of you have heard about last nights performance. Emma was a star, wasn't she?"

Who was Emma? I wondered.

"Well, we have a treat for you. An appetizer to remind you of last night and to help you look forward to tonight."

As drool dripped from around the gag to my breasts, I was really wishing I knew what happened last night.

"I know tickets are going fast, so don't delay. If they run out, there is still hope. There will be three strength challenges and the winner of each challenge will win a pair of front row seats to tonight's performance. The lucky winners might even get to see their lucky significant others help me out on stage."

That got some cheers.

Drool dripped from my nipple to my heels, but I couldn't do anything about it since David was still holding the leash tight.

"Now to our first challenge."

David let up on the leash and asked me to lay flat, face down on the table and I did. When a crowd is cheering your every move, you're likely to move as wanted.

He replaced the leash at my wrists with a chain from what looked like some sort of winch attached to the floor in front of the table. This chain was pulled tight so my hands were outstretched in front of me.

I was now lying flat, face down on the table. David asked me to lift my feet up, so I bent my legs and kicked my feet back and forth in the air. While I was doing this, David took a chain from behind me and fed it through a clamp at the front of the table and then pulled the chain back to my ankle and snapped the chain to the leather cuff. He did this with the other side and my other ankle.

He swiftly pulled off my heels and tickled my nylons a bit to some cheers from the crowd. I kicked and wiggled my feet with every touch and the crowd clapped and cheered.

David stepped back and I kicked my feet back and forth and the crowd cheered some more. I tugged on the chain at my wrists just to show it was tight, and the crowd cheered again. I could get used to this. This wasn't so bad really. Just some light bondage and acting like the damsel in distress to a cheering crowd. Wait until I told the girls back at the agen--

An electric motor started behind me and my feet started to be pulled forward to the front edge of the table. My knees left the table as they followed my feet being pulled up and forward. This was a problem. You try to lift your knees while lying flat on a table. Your back isn't made to bend like that. Sure, I had arched my back when my boyfriend needed to be juuuuust that much deeper but that didn't involve chains and motors.

Now that my idea of some light bondage was obviously naive, I went full on damsel in distress. I screamed as loud as I could against my gag and pulled my wrists hard against the chain. My stocking clad feet flexed and waved as much as they could in the ankle cuffs. I waved my hands trying to get attention to make the machine stop. It is obvious now I had all the attention in the world. But nobody wanted what I wanted. They wanted to see what would happen next.

My feet were pulled slowly forward on each side of my head. I could feel a breeze on my pussy as it was lifted up in front of that cheering crowd. My butt hung above my back and soon approached my head. If the chains pulled my feet all the way to the front clamps, I was clearly going to be bent in half. Backwards!

And that is what happened. I watch dumbfounded as my nylon covered knees were pulled even with my eyes. I frantically watch them pull forward. My butt was going to hit the back of my head if this went on much longer. But it was then that the motor stopped.

I would like to say I felt relief, but how could I? I was bent in half backwards, straining to breath, straining against the chains pulling my legs out in front of my head, straining against the chains at my wrists holding me locked in place. I did not feel relief, but in hindsight, I should have. Because we were only getting started.

David took a strap from one side of the table, ran it over my hips, which were now over my back, and connected it to the other side of the table. He pulled the strap tight, compressing my hips down, close to my back. The chains connected to my ankles were unsnapped from the front clamps, allowing the chains to be pulled behind the table where they originated. This had the effect of pulling my ankles down and bending my legs at the knees. Those nylon covered knees that were taking up a lot of my vision to each side of my head.

I heard the rear motor turn on again as I felt my ankles being pulled back. Again, my knees swiftly followed my ankles. This time being pulled down and back. My knees made contact with the table and their nylon tops slid backwards as my ankles were pulled back. My hips followed my knees, being pulled down towards the table and the back of my head.

If I thought being bent in half was bad, what was this? My legs below the knee were now resting on the table. My knees straddled my head. If I could raise my head, I'd probably impale myself with my ponytail.

David undid the strap over my hips, not that it mattered. I wasn't going anywhere anymore. I was pressed firmly against myself in seemingly every direction and pulled tight against chains that weren't going to give me any remorse. I couldn't even move my tongue or speak with this ball gag filling my mouth. All I could move were my eyes and my hands.

David turned off the motor and gestured towards me and said, "The Triplefold!"

So that is what this was. Even if you didn't know what a triplefold was, you knew it when you were in it.

"Now we can begin!"

What?! I shook my hands and pulled them hard against the chains. I was waaaayyyy beyond just beginning.

"I've drawn five names from this hat for the first strength challenge. Your challenge is to crank this front winch until no one else can crank it tighter. The last one to tighten the winch will be our winner."

Oh, hell. I was really out of words at this point.

Five guys lined up to take turns cranking the ratchet, pulling my wrists forward on the table. I didn't believe I could be pulled any tighter, but I was. My shoulders pressed against my knees as my arms pulled forward. My knees spread to give way, exposing my pussy ever more to the crowd.

My shoulders soon passed through my knees as I was pulled to my limits. I mean, I was already way, way beyond my limits but even in this magical haze of illusion I was under, I still felt limits. I felt them constantly, but the brick wall of limits was almost here. I felt like I was going to tear in half if I was pulled anymore.

And just when I didn't think I could be any more surprised today, I felt my boobs fall through the table. They'd been pulled over cutouts, that I had apparently missed in all the excitement, or they were magically conjured once I wasn't paying attention.

I don't know if you've ever had your boobs on one side of a wall while you're on the other, but it is an odd and I hate to admit, somewhat arousing experience. I could feel David's hand brush the nipples as he attached a weighted chain to my nipple rings, just incase I had forgotten what convention I was at. My breathing was now quick and shallow and each short breath jiggled the chain and sent those aches straight into my clit.

My haze was broken by David announcing the winner of the strength challenge. Some guy named Jason that was with a leggy blonde in black fishnets. From the way David was looking at her, I hope she rips up those tickets, kicks off those heels, and runs for the door before the show. But we never do, do we? I certainly wasn't going anywhere.

"And now for the next challenge."

David walked in front of me holding a hand saw. Now I said I wasn't going anywhere, but I damn well tried. I tried with everything I had and while I'm sure the crowd saw a lot of muscles tensing and finger waving, I couldn't even muster a good damsel in distress. But I felt it. I felt every bit of it.

And just then I felt the saw teeth land between my pussy lips. Now I don't know if you've ever felt that, but, well, you can imagine. David had climbed up onto the table and was standing over my diminutive form and had lined the hand saw up from my pussy lips forward to the top of my head. He pushed it just an inch forward, and it dropped an inch into my body. He pulled it an inch backward, and it dropped another inch deeper. Now I was being slowly sawed in half.

The saw blade extended out from between my eyes when he stopped. My clit throbbed on each side of the blade. I felt full inside from where it bisected through me. My entire pussy tingled with each vibration of that long saw blade. Each short, quick breath vibrating it up and down slightly. Each movement causing it to sink within me by that much distance.

"I'm sure you all know the legend of excalibur. This saw is my personal excalibur. I've chosen five names at random to attempt to pull this saw from this beautiful young lady. The one to do so will be worthy of a pair of tickets to tonight's show."

The first guy climbed up onto the table and towered over me. He grabbed the saw by the handle and pushed down slightly. Oh, don't push down. Don't push down. You fool. My clit throbbed harder as the blade seem to slip deeper into me. He then pulled up on the handle, lifting my hips and head with the blade. He let go and I settled back down into the quivering pile of flesh that I now was.

The next guy was no better. Some tried to pull it straight back and they all tried to pull it up, and it never went anywhere. It was only those that pushed it down that were able to get it to move. I was afraid of what would happen when it was pushed all the way down. Would I be split into two halves?

The saw was now deep inside of me, only the handle resting on my stomach when the last one gave it a go. It is always the last one with these things, isn't it? He pulled back on the handle and the saw pulled straight through me. I don't known if you've ever felt two feet of saw blade being pulled through your throbbing clit, but let me tell you, I really didn't mind that part. I moaned from start to finish and my nipples below the table flushed with sympathy.

I cleared enough of my stupor to hear David declare Bill the winner. He was with an attractive brunette, that... Oh, god. I knew her. It was Ruby from the agency! My entire body blushed in that moment. How was I ever going to live this down? My only hope was for Ruby to have a taste of this herself afterwards.

"We've reached the end folks. The show will start in one hour, so let's give away that last pair of tickets, shall we?"

"For this, we'll need some slack."

The entire crowed let out a jeer, while my heart lept with joy. Could this finally be over? I was looking forward to any slack I could get.

David unhooked the chains from my ankles and I instantly felt my extremities pull back towards my body. I was no longer being constantly pulled apart in each direction. I now just was, although it is hard to say you're comfortable when your knees are next to your head and your butt is pressed against your back. But relatively, this was better.

David separated a wooden stock in half and placed each half around my ankles. I couldn't see them, but my feet were now in stocks. One end of this stock was placed into a circular track that was being drilled down to the table. An identical circular track was being drilled into the table on the other side of me. These circles stood vertically on each side of me and roughly followed the vertical contour of my now somewhat circular form.

"Again, I've chosen 5 names to compete in our last strength challenge. For this challenge, gentlemen, you'll need to move this lady's lovely feet from this side of her body to this side." As he said this, his fingers traced the circular track from the foot stocks to my head.

That was impossible! From the murmurs in the crowd, they agreed with me. But other than slobbering around the ball gag, there was no way for me to yell at them to talk this mad magician out of his crazy. He was crazy, there was no way around it.

I was already bent in half, like twice, in something called a triple fold. How were they going to take my feet and rotate them up and over another 180 degrees? Some things aren't possible, which is why there is magic, I guess. But I was unwilling to accept that at the time.

The fist guy got on the table and grabbed hold of the stocks. He pulled them up, pulling my ankles and legs with it. My nylon covered knees slipped behind me as my feet and lower legs were pulled up by the stock. This naturally curved my hips down and onto my head. It was here that he stopped, because, like duh, physics! There just wasn't room because my head wasn't going anywhere.

David saw this and pulled a latex swim cap out of his pocket. He stretched this over my short nubby ponytail and pulled it down over the top of my head. He pulled a small bottle from his pocket and squirted a clear liquid which he rubbed all around.

"There", he said. "She should go down much easier."

I didn't really know what he meant, but I knew I didn't like the sound of it. I was still trying to figure it out when my ankles were pulled up, my knees slid back, my hips went forward, and my ponytail made contact with my opening. My eyes went wide with realization. The crowd cheered with realization. The guy pulled harder with realization. And my ponytail vanished inside.

But while the swim cap did make that go easier, no amount of pushing and pulling could further close the distance between my hips and the table. This was not from lack of trying on his part, as he put his entire weight into it. Eventually, David called the next contestant up.

This went much the same way. The situation was almost too much. Having my own pussy pressed again and again onto my head. And in front of Ruby from work and all of these people. The nipple chain, and my boobs, swinging wildly now beneath the table as men jumped up to twist my body another 180 degrees. I was again against my limits.

It wasn't until the second to last contestant that something gave. I had been stretched to the limit and a hard pull on the ankle stocks caused the top of my head to slip inside of me. My god, I'd never felt so full. He pulled and pulled and pulled and I slipped in and out and in and out and lost all ability to reason about my situation. But even with all of his weight, my nose stayed out and he had to give up.

The last contestant was built. He looked like 280lbs of all muscle. I thought the table might break when he climbed up and I imagined what would happen to my poor boobs if it did. It didn't take him long for my head to make contact and before I knew it, my head slipped inside once again.

A strong push came that forced my nose up and along my g-spot. It was here that I lost it. No thoughts. Just feeling. No real knowledge of what happened or what was happening. I was just feeling things that were happening to me.

In hindsight, I remember David placing a magic wand vibrator on the table top as a notch in the stock was pulled tight against it. The stock was drilled to the table top, the silky bottom of my feet twitching and squirming as the stock made contact with the table. My knees were now somewhere behind and above me, as my legs were bent incredibly tight. My nylon covered toes almost brushed the table top as the top of my hips faced the crowd and the bottom of my hips, and my clit, pushed down against the vibrator and table.

You can now understand why I don't remember much more. I remember the crowd feeling me up as they went in for the show. I remember hands fondling my breasts and tugging the chain. I remember a constant supply of hands caressing the smooth nylons on my legs. And I remember constant pleasure as I seemed to eternally slip deeper inside, be pulled tighter, and press harder against that vibrator.

After an eternity of of this bliss, there was a steady stream of hands again as the show let out. Apparently, the bottom of my nylon covered feet facing out from the stock was too tempting for anyone to pass up. A few people pressed down on the top of my hips to press me deeper. My entire body would quiver in pleasure and they'd all laugh.

Eventually the crowd left and the lights went out. And that is why my friends, if a magician at a BDSM convention offers you a job, you run as fast as you can.