I return to the stage, a bundle of soft leather draped over my arm. I unfold it and hold it up so that the audience, and the amazing Miss Pan Teer, can see the nature of the next restraint. It is a single-sleeve, an elegant concoction of leather, straps and laces.

I slip it over Felina's mitten encased hands, up her arms, over the coils of rope with which I have secured her elbows. I loop the straps at the top of the sleeve over her shoulders, crossing them over her chest, then feeding them back to the waiting buckles, doing them up loosely for now.

I set to work tightening the laces of the sleeve. I make sure that Felina's hands are properly down in the the tip of the sleeve, a bit difficult because of the bulk of the mitts, but now her hands are being crushed beneath two layers of leather. I tighten the first laces at her wrists, then work my way up her forearms until they are welded together. The laces continue over her elbows, half way to her shoulder blades, the coils of hemp rope are visible through the soft leather of the sleeve. I haul on the laces until opposing eyelets touch. I smile in satisfaction when Felina grunts through her gag with discomfort. She stares straight ahead as I work on her bondage. Her eyes are calm, but I notice that she is beginning to breath more quickly. Her hips twitch as she is teased and tormented by the cleverly placed leather rope.

I finish securing the laces, knotting the end together repeatedly. I tie the loose ends into a bundle and press them down between her arms.

Now there are the straps to do up. One is attached to the sleeve at wrist level. I encircle Felina's wrist and buckle it up. As I tighten it I make sure it goes beneath the level of the straps holding the mittens in place, hopefully making it very difficult indeed to get to them. Another strap encircles her arms above her elbows, once again I secure it as tightly as possible. Finally I adjust the straps that are looped over her shoulder, removing all slack and satisfying myself that the sleeve will not slip.

Another check of my handiwork, a bow to Miss Pan Teer and the audience, and I leave the stage, making way for the next fiendish volunteer.