Escapology challenge (Anybody can join)

[gagged_Louise]

Smiling as I watch the overpowered Miss Pan Teer hauled up into this graceful, but nerve-racking position. She is now truly the prisoner of her audience, and only the Host, whom she cannät plead with, will be able to guard her life and well-being. And it's not yet quite complete...Gasps and hisses are heard aroud the theatre, along with bursts of talking and even brash laughter.

There's a lump rising in my throat, and a tingle down between my thighs as I watch the beautiful corset getting laced on her. My eyes wander to her strong muscles, her thighs straining with her effort to keep in balance and avoid overheating, her now covered, pulled in chest heaving in a steady rhythm and to the jet black corset gleaming, shadows rippling over it from her hanging body itself. I know her face must be turning red already under that cruel hood, but I have no intention of helping her. This is what she's accepted: she proves her worth by letting herself be bound and gagged and attempting to free herself under the rules. A secret wish runs through me to be in the same situation, but no, I have no training for it and this is her show. I gasp again as she swings on the pullley, and she is tugging uselessly with her encased arms.

The man sitting beside me hands me a strand of rope and whispers "That was some nice work you did before - you want to do a little more to that hung-up slut?" He grins ironically. Even though I don't consider you a slut, I get the joke and smile back. Stepping down in the aisle and walking onto the stage again, I smile at the Host and move up to the suspended Miss Felina. I touch the heaving corset and stroke it, then make a playful little slap against the taut leather over her stomach, waiting to hear her muffled gasp. Does she guess that it's me again?

She can't see anything, can't know. She has willed herself to be our doll for now, and then she will try to break out. I place the dark rope against her corset, feeling my way down again to below her ribcage. Circling it around her swathed chest twice and under the straps binding her elbows and forearms but not interlacing it to them. I pull taut, but taking care not to impair her breathing in any way. A firm knot is added in front and the remaining strand of rope is pulled up over her left shoulder, to the rear and tied off to the ropes under her sweating left armpit.

Watching her hanging there, both admiration and a sense of power sweep through me. On impulse, I lean down and pull at your hair, tugging suddenly. Miss Pan Teer's head bobs and a sharp grunt of pain is heard from under the dark hood. From the audience, whistles and cheers. If the other woman wasn't standing here, this would be close to ritual sacrifice. Feling a bit wet under my panties, I return to my seat, watching you, a bound woman swinging and heaving on the pulley.