Piecemeal Maiden
Chardonnay smiled at her new volunteer. “Thank you, Lisa! Ladies and gentlemen, please give her a hand!”
The brunette, hair in a ponytail, waved at the audience. She was wearing a loose-fitting blue blouse with elbow-length sleeves, black slacks, and heels. She smiled, then turned back to the magicienne as she started to speak.
“Now, at this point,” Chardonnay said, “I’d normally have my assistants restrain me for an escape… but, alas, no assistants.”
Lisa seemed to bounce a bit on her feet. “You want me to help tie you up, then? Sure!”
“You’re very eager, Lisa! I like that. But rope, as you can imagine, isn’t the most difficult restraint to escape from. I’m using something a bit less flexible.” Chardonnay picked up two oddly shaped shackles that were sitting on a thin wooden board that was mounted on casters. “And the whole thing is sort of complicated for a volunteer to figure out.”
Lisa nodded.
“So,” Chardonnay continued, “Why don’t I show you how you’ll be restraining me? I can demonstrate on you first, and you can tell the audience for yourself exactly how securely trapped and helpless I’ll be once you put them on me.”
Lisa paused, then said hesitantly, “Well… okay, I guess. I’ve been in tight spots before.”
Chardonnay beamed. “Wonderful! But I’m a little worried about those slacks. These shackles might pinch the fabric.”
Lisa stared. “You want me to take off my pants?”
“You’re wearing underwear, I assume, Lisa. Anyway, your top is pretty long, so it should cover up everything down to mid-thigh.” Chardonnay blinked seductively, smiling. “I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to show off those legs of yours.”
Lisa sighed, and took her shoes off. “You have a point. These slacks were pretty expensive.” She reached under her blouse to unbutton them, and slid them down her legs, then put her shoes back on. The audience applauded. Lisa waved back. “I don’t know how I constantly let myself be talked into these sort of situations.”
Chardonnay smiled, “Well, we are in Vegas, and they do give away free drinks if you’re playing in the casino. Have you been lucky, lately, Lisa?”
Lisa looked down at her bare legs, then up at the audience, then back to the magicienne. “I guess that depends on what happens next,” she smirked. The audience laughed.
“Here, Lisa. See how these fit on your ankles,” Chardonnay set the shackles down on the board. Lisa slipped off her shoes and stepped up onto the board, sliding her heels into the boxy back part of each shackle, then bending over to shut the metal straps in front of her ankles, leaving the front part of her feet exposed.
“They’re snug, but not too bad,” Lisa smiled.
Chardonnay handed her two more shackles. “Try these on your wrists, then.”
The volunteer slid the metal over her hand. “These look more like fingerless gloves than shackles. I can wiggle my fingers, but not move my hand or thumb…”
Chardonnay stepped up and touched the shackles on her wrists. There was an audible click, and two padlocks suddenly dangled from the latches. “Hey!” Lisa started to say, when Chardonnay bent over, giving the audience a view of the black thong on the back of her costume, and padlocked the shackles on Lisa’s ankles.