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The Magic of Daphne: Training
Ch. 1
I felt I was the luckiest guy in the world. My dream girl, Daphne, the world?s foremost female escape artist and hottest body in Las Vegas was looking to me for companionship. I could hardly imagine that a sexpot celebrity would live such a lonely, isolated life in her giant mansion. Who would have thought she would try dangerous illusions in her home studio without supervision. I seemed to have found a niche both as a boyfriend and assistant.
With all we?ve been through already, I sense Daphne still does not trust me. Maybe it?s her very private sensibilities that have kept so many people away for so long. Whatever her hang-up, I was about to get as close to her physically as two people can get without having sex.
?Lock me in this, sweetheart.?
She was holding a thick, posey leather straightjacket that for any normal individual would be considered a fetish outfit. But for her there was nothing sexual about it. This was serious business (although she was wearing just the panties and T-shirt she just woke-up in and looked damn hot).
Feeling already like a veteran assistant, I quickly put her arms through the sleeves and did the leather straps in the back as tight as possible. Anything less than that, she would criticize. Each strap gave a moan as I was squeezing air out of her lungs. The large collar strap was self-explanatory and I expertly locked the arms with the intricate front strap even though I had never seen this suit before. She was already testing out her range of motion and the large black ?monolith? of leather did not budge.
?Follow me.?
I followed her into the bathroom where I noted that the large indoor spa was already full with the jets turned on. On the marble counter were a number of chains and padlocks and a key ring with color coated keys. There were also other leather materials there.
?Now do the crotch strap.?
She was smart not to leave the walking until after I placed the crotch strap, because I did it hard and the strap was unusually narrow. It had the surprising consequence of spreading her pussy lips and putting pressure on her clit. She immediately began hopping on one foot because it was painful to keep both legs on the ground, but she gave a cocky smile as if to say ?no big deal.?
?I?ll just have to adjust the strap width later,? she said with a breathless tone. ?Now wrap that long chain around me, but go through the metal rings on the jacket. Then lock it on with these padlocks wherever you think would constrict my motion the most. Don?t be shy.?
?Oh, I wont be,? I said. Of course I was always secretly assessing her safety.
I wrapped the chains and it was obvious that going through the rings meant she couldn?t simply slide the chains down. She would have to get her arms out, pick the locks and then loosen the chains. I placed some locks in her lower and upper back, out of reach, and I locked them to rings so the chain could no longer be pulled through. Two of the rings were on the crotch strap and I pulled the chain hard between the legs and locked it to the nest of chains around her front arm strap. She immediately groaned ?ugh!? and began her foot hopping dance again from one leg to the next. It was obvious though that this didn?t lessen the pressure at all.
?Fuck, fuck, fuck!? I?ve almost never seen her swear or lose her cool.
?I?ll unlock that ch?? ?No don?t!? she interrupted. She swallowed hard. ?I can handle it.?
?Not this macho crap again Daphne. We?ve already had this talk about you hurting yourself too much. Now hold still while I unlock the crotch locks.?
?Brad, you need to understand that I need to keep challenging myself with you here because I need worst case scenarios now instead of on stage in front of high priced ticket holders.? She wasn?t pleading with me, she was ordering me. Yet, I could tell she could barely keep still and was breathing very hard. I knew she was in trouble but I couldn?t imagine how bad it was going to get.
?OK Daphne. You win.?
?Now chain that weight to the rest of the chains on my upper back.?
It was a 20 lb circular weight I recognized from her home gym. I pulled a chain through the hole in the weight and anchored it well to her upper back, managing to squeeze it through a few already occupied rings. The weight caused her to lean back a little and groan some more.
?Now put the hood over my head.?
She motioned towards a scary looking thick hood of the same material as the straight jacket, which contain a number of straps in the back and a long neck which functioned like a collar. There were openings in the material for eyes, nose and mouth.
?Hey, this is bondage porno material baby. Isn?t this hood too degrading for a magic show??
?Have you ever seen my show?? She knew I had seen her in her skimpy outfits on stage with her male assistants roughing her up all the time. ?The tickets clearly say ?over 21 only? and this is going to kill. I?ve never seen it in an act.?
She was right but her show keeps sinking to a new low. She was engaging more and more in bondage theatre and I very much doubted this sexually conservative girl understood the images these acts conjure up in her male audience. Or maybe she understood very well.
The hood was a tight fit and I pulled her silky red hair out the back and strapped the hood up very tight. The sway of her body and her moans implied for me to ?hurry up.? Although she would never admit to being impatient. I noticed the collar of the hood sealed up the top of the jacket, the place where the magician?s hands usually come out from to undo the straps. She obviously could not bring her arms out the collar or the crotch of the suit, so there has to be some gimmick she?s hiding to loosen things up and get free. But still, with all the chains and straps as tight as they are, she looked completely immobilized from the waist up.
?OK, now you see the spa over there. If you look closely, I put a plexiglass lid on top of the basin. Help me lay on top with my feet facing the faucet.? I did as I was told, though she was heavy with the included weight and the heft of the chain. At the faucet end of the tub was a large, solidly built, metallic scaffold that has always been there for cosmetic reasons and to hold a shower head and decorative soaps. She asked for me to move her forward so that her feet were well within the scaffold while her body lay inside and over the tub.
Next, she told me to lock her ankles together and legs together below the knee with a rigid device that locked shut with two padlocks. This she instructed was to be locked with two rods and a chain to the scaffolding in such a way that there would be no movement up or down and in or out of her legs.
I told her that it looked like everything is done and that she should begin the escape. But, she almost laughed out loud when I said that, as if I was the most na?ve guy on earth. ?You?re going to lift me up, take out the plexiglass, lower me slowly into the water and then I?ll begin my escape.?
?You can?t be serious.? I didn?t know where to begin. ?At the very least the leather will get ruined and the tub will get rust spots.?
?This isn?t real leather, it?s some synthetic material and the metal is all rust proofed. The beauty of the design is that I will have to use my ab muscles to sit up and brake the surface if I want to take a breath. I have to escape before I tire out, but I can go for a long time. I?ve been doing extra abdominal conditioning and you know I can hold my breath for a long time.? I had noticed before her perfect abs with complete definition of every muscle. Though not a surprise, I was becoming sexually aroused at the thought. I just didn?t want it to cloud my judgment.
?Shouldn?t you try this on land before you do it underwater??
?The water is what?s going to make this easier to do. It?s always easier to manipulate a tight straightjacket under water. Don?t worry, if I can?t get out by the time you finish your morning shave and shower, then just unlock me. But don?t unlock me until I nod myself yes.?
?You mean, when you tell me to.?
?No, I wont be able to speak after you put that gag on me.? Crap, I was becoming more aroused.
?I don?t like this. You can barely nod with the thick collar of the hood.? But she demonstrated a small yes and no motion for me. ?Why the gag??
?For drama. I can?t come to the surface and then talk to the audience or ask for help. That would look stupid. They have to think that once I commit, I can?t back out.?
I picked up the gag and noticed that its thickness would run just below her nose to the tip of her chin. Then I noticed it had something protruding out of it that looked custom molded to fill the inside of her mouth. I?m thinking to myself that this girl is just some kinky freak, but aside from her comfort walking around in skimpy clothes, this girl was as sexually vanilla as they get. She?s a good Christian, raised in a very religious home, enjoys family shows, detests vulgarity and is generally blind to people?s ulterior motives. But what if she?s a private person because she?s got this kinky alter ego she?s hiding, that she can call ?magic? but keeps the crotch straps tight and narrow secretly on purpose. Or maybe I?m just trying to justify her going through with what amounts to torture to satisfy my own libido. Isn?t it unprofessional to let her do this yet so romantic to rescue her later like a ?knight in shining armor??
?No, I wont let you do this!? I said firmly and responsibly.
?Listen Brad, we do this now because I have a lot of work to do today and can?t waste any more time. Now let me focus on my breathing? oh and tonight we?ll do whatever you want to do.?
It?s hard to argue with that, I thought. I put the bit of the gag in her mouth and then wrapped the strap tightly around it. There was only one padlock left and I placed it on the strap and checked to make sure it was secure, I had been careful to note the color of the sticker on the padlock matching a corresponding colored sticker on the key chain. This was our safety system to quickly put the correct key in the corresponding padlock. I lifted her up, pulled the plexiglass away and held her just above the water. She was so heavy to hold, I doubted her confidence in her stamina to last for long.
She took several long breaths through her nose and appeared to meditate before giving me the gesture with her head that I have become accustomed to as her ready signal. I gently lowered her under the water and made special attention that her head would touch the bottom softly. Noting the jets were on, I immediately turned them off so that I could see her carefully. The first concern was how high her legs are in relation to the rest of her body. It is a steep incline for her to do sit-ups, almost 45 degrees, and looked very uncomfortable on her lower back. Also of concern was that this position tilted her head back and was a danger of water running into her nose. I know from her performances of the Chinese water torture act, that she can resist water entering her nose without nose plugs and completely upside-down. But, it requires her to force air out a little and thus robs her of some precious air and stamina.
There?s no way I was going to leave her like this or at least for awhile. After 6 minutes which felt like forever, she did her first sit-up and shakily broke the surface for air and came crashing immediately down. That looked like a lot of work but she had time to take a full breath. The scaffolding her legs were locked to held strong. I was thinking about picking her up again and asking her to nod if she was alright, but I knew that this would disrupt her entire concentration and her special mode of breathing requires absolute focus.
I watched her begin the escape. She was gently rocking back and forth, with the occasional body spasms she typically uses to jar things like arms and shoulders loose. This is not for show as is done by other magicians but something I?ve seen her do to escape the tightest ties that I?ve ever given her; from rope that have left bad bruises in their wake! There is absolutely no panic in her eyes but I see absolutely no progress. She breaks the surface again for more air, and I am comforted in how smoothly it went.
Do I dare go shave and shower out of her sight?
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