The Escape Artist's Wager (bondage story)

PLEASE NOTE: This story features bondage, spanking, nudity, groping, public humiliation, absolutely indefensible (and at times quite mean) sexist teasing and a forced orgasm; reader discretion is advised. It's an edited version of an extremely enjoyable roleplay between myself and the lovely Zelavere, a friend from DeviantArt, posted with her permission.

Baiting the trap

Gabriel Templar sat back and smiled, pleased as usual with his own cleverness. He was sure the text he had written contained exactly the right amount of teasing to provoke his silly victim into a mistake.

"You seem to have a rather high opinion of yourself," it read. "Would you care to put your abilities to the test in a little challenge? I expect you'll be too scared to accept 😢"

He was particularly proud of that emoji. He chuckled, and tapped send. Before long a reply came through.

"So what if I do?" she wrote, no doubt with a smug, proud little smile on her face. "I'm lovely, funny, and really smart! I should have a high opinion of myself. I'm sure I can handle whatever kind of test you have. I'm just curious to know what kind of challenge you would even think is fit for me."

Oh, poor Natalie! So predictable, so easy to manipulate. Gabriel started typing again.

"You are very lovely! And, who knows, maybe smart too... just really good at hiding it. And don't worry, the challenge will be easy for a capable woman like you! We just gather a big audience together, get you up on stage, and I spend 20 minutes binding you as tightly and securely as I can. Then you have an hour to get free. Easy peasy, right? If you win, I'll admit that you're an excellent escape artist. And if you lose, I'll ask for just one simple forfeit. No big deal."

The wait for a reply was a lot shorter this time. She was delightfully easy to provoke.

"Finally a true compliment! You want to tie me up on stage? In front of a large audience? That's just more people to see you fail, I'm in! I have a whole hour? Easy! I'll be out in half the time. Oh, and what is the forfeit?"

Ha! This was too easy. He wondered how far he could push it. Probably quite far. After all, she was a total bimbo. She probably thought there was no chance she'd lose.

"If you lose the challenge," he wrote back, "you have to agree to be my servant for a day. Whether I want you to be a cute little maid cleaning my house, or a cute little serving wench bringing me drinks, you'll do exactly what you're told, and call me sir too. But there's no danger of you losing the challenge, is there? A capable independent woman like you? You've got nothing to fear. So do you accept, dummy?"

Plink! This time she replied almost immediately.

"I'm not surprised at all you'd have such a perverted idea in mind. You'd probably go even further if you actually had a chance of winning. As if! I accept your completely pathetic challenge. It will be a chance to show you my skills. Since it's in front of a crowd, I suppose I should dress up for it?"

Poor thing, she couldn't help exposing her submissive side.

"That's a great idea!" Gabriel replied. "You should definitely dress up. Here are my instructions for your outfit: a white shirt, extremely tight, more like a coat of paint across your chest, paired with a dark blue sparkly bow tie and dark blue sparkly hot pants, and very high heels." He decided to finish with a compliment, just in case the deeply objectifying instructions made her feel like he just wanted to leer at her in tight revealing clothes. Heaven forbid. "It'll make you look like a cute little magician doing a magic trick!"

There was a longer pause, but her next message arrived after 10 minutes or so.

"I suppose I can wear what you'd like," she grudgingly accepted. "It doesn't sound... awful. I'll wear it and I'll look fabulous. Whenever your little challenge is, I'll be looking the part of a beautiful and intelligent magician!"

Bless her heart. So cute, so dim. In the space of a few sentences she'd managed to convince herself that dressing up for him was an act of empowerment.

"Beautiful and intelligent?" he replied. "Ha! I suppose one out of two isn't bad. You are a cute piece of eye candy. And I'm looking forward to seeing you in my choice of outfit."

He almost felt guilty about trapping such a cute, dim little creature, and figured he should give her one chance to back out.

"Listen," he added. "I believe in honesty, so I'm going to be straight with you. You're not going to win this challenge. You're a foolish, silly little bimbo and I'm going to truss you up so tight you can't possibly escape, then tease and humiliate you in front of everyone. You're absolutely certain to lose this one, dummy. I'm smarter and stronger than you and you can't beat me. Now. Are you sure you want to challenge me? If you're completely sure - and I don't want any complaining that I tricked you into taking part - then I'll get the audience together tonight. And I'll make sure they're expecting a big show."

Would she recognise the trap? He doubted she was smart enough for that. He had a feeling she would view the warning as a challenge. And if she was still up for it after he spelled out his intentions so clearly... well, it would make it all the more satisfying to defeat and humiliate her.

Ping! Her message arrived immediately.

"You must think you're sooo clever, mocking me like that," wrote the foolish beauty, the warning of imminent danger zooming several feet over her pretty little head. "I can tell what you're doing. Trying to look tough because you're scared you'll be the one humiliated! You talk a big game, saying you're all smart and strong. Hah! Women are inherently superior, and it's so funny that you don't realise that. I'll enjoy your silly little challenge, and when I win, you'll be a public laughing stock. I'll be sure to post it all over my social media so my thousands of followers see me beat you. So sure, call your little audience and I'll be ready to go in your weird choice of outfit."

Oh dear. Oh Natalie, you poor little bimbo.

"Okay then, if you're really, really sure you want to be my bound and humiliated captive, then it's on! I'll provide the ropes and the audience, you just bring your cute, dim little self. I'll send you the address."

"Your bound and humiliated captive? Ha ha! Okay, sure hon. You're really confident in yourself, aren't you? You'll regret that! You don't scare me. I'm here, and ready for your little show."

"You really want to do this? Wow! I knew you were a dim little bimbo but I didn't realise you were this dim. I almost feel bad for taking advantage of you! Actually, nah. Turns out I feel pretty good about this. You deserve to be put in your place."

By this point she was replying to the messages almost as soon as he could send them.

"You won't be making your little jokes and comments soon!" she wrote, trying not to show how furious she was feeling. "You'll just be crying in shame as I laugh at you, along with the crowd."

"Oh I wouldn't be so sure, hot stuff. I make a lot of jokes and comments! Especially when I've got a helpless captive to tease. Anyway! The venue is ready, the audience are in their seats, and we're ready to get started. Good luck tonight, dummy."

The damsel's big entrance

The lights dimmed, and a dazzling spotlight picked out a figure in the centre of the stage. He was dressed impeccably in black tie and tails, tall and slim, with cynical blue eyes and a mocking smile. It was Gabriel Templar, the noted magician.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to our evening's entertainment," he said. "You will shortly meet a remarkable young woman who has accepted the most demanding of challenges. She has agreed to submit herself to the tightest, most uncomfortable bindings I can inflict on her. She will then attempt to escape inside a one-hour deadline.

"Will she win the bet? Of course not! Will she escape my cruel ropes? Sadly, and hilariously, she will not. Will she nevertheless make a heroic attempt and earn our respect? No, she will not. Will she even do the absolute bare minimum you would expect from someone with the good sense God gave a goose? Also no. Our little Natalie is going to fail so completely and utterly and publicly that the shame will never leave her. And we will all have a good laugh at her while she fails at great length, in a variety of comical ways.

"You want to meet our dumb little damsel in distress, don't you?! Good! She's all dressed up like the cute magician she's far too dim to be: look out for the tight, wonderfully revealing shirt I ordered her to wear... and of course she obeyed, because she is naturally submissive, and longs to be my bound prisoner. Enjoy her pretty blonde hair and her hilariously blonde lack of intelligence. Get a load of her cute butt in some truly amazing hot pants. Believe me, her butt is a lot more impressive than her escapology."

He glanced over at the side of the stage, grinning. Natalie was waiting in the wings, huffing with annoyance, arms crossed over her lovely chest. It was such fun needling her. The more Gabriel spoke, the more she wanted to come out and smack him.

"So now, without further ado, can we please have a big round of applause for the dimmest, prettiest little bimbo you ever saw squirm in rope... Natalie The Magic Moron!!!"

And he finally beckoned, permitting Natalie to join him on stage. She took a deep breath, struggling to control her anger, and strode out into the limelight. There was an intake of breath from the audience. Gabriel knew what they were thinking: wow. Natalie would have looked cute in sweatpants and a hoodie, but she was a veritable vision of loveliness in the outfit he had devised.

The tight white shirt hugged her slim form and barely reached her sparkly blue hot pants, the hem riding up to reveal her toned tummy. The bowtie, hot pants and heels all matched her pretty blue eyes, while her long, dirty blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and reached down to her waist. The heels were almost too high to walk in, but she managed to make it look easy as she click-clacked across the stage, smiling and waving to the crowd. As she passed the tall magician she leaned in and put her lips close to his ear.

"Guys like you are always trying to silence women, talking over us, acting all superior," she whispered fiercely. "I'll show you."

He laughed indulgently and darted in to give her a kiss. She tried to dodge, failed, then did her best to recover her composure.

"H-hello everyone," she said. "Good evening! I am Natalie. I'm here to show this pathetic pervert my skills. He won't keep me down, and he needs to lose publicly to put him in his place!"

The audience didn't seem convinced. Perhaps it was Gabriel's mocking introduction, or perhaps he had deliberately invited a crowd of people who just wanted to see her lose. Either way, Natalie's little speech received a mixture of boos, laughter, and demands to take off her shirt.

"Oh dear, sweetheart," he laughed. "I don't think the audience believes you've got any escapology skills at all. It's no good just running your pretty mouth, blowing out a whole lot of hot air and nonsense. You need to prove that you're worthy of their admiration... and not just some silly little slut trying to get famous for waving her tits around."

This shockingly sexist speech was met with cheers and applause. Oh dear, where did Gabriel find these people? They didn't seem to be here for female empowerment at all!

"Okay," he added. "Enough bullshit. Come and stand in front of me, wench, and cross your wrists behind your back. It's time we get you nicely bound, don't you think?"

There were more cheers and applause, with a few whistles thrown in, and someone shouted out "Truss the damsel!" Well, this was it: Natalie's last chance to back out. Would she run away in shame, or accept the ropes?

She looked put out by the ineffectiveness of her attempts to win over the crowd, and crossed her arms over her chest in a huff as they booed her. But Gabriel was pleased to see that she remained resolute, unfazed. She rolled her eyes and laughed quietly to herself. He could see what she was thinking: that he had gathered the most rambunctious crowd possible. She was right about that.

"From their behaviour, it sounds like the crowd are all your personal friends," she said. "You'd think at least a few would know how to treat a woman, but I guess not. I'll just have to teach them some manners too. And I'm not here 'waving my tits around', as you put it. You're the one that invited me to take part in this... challenge. Which we should begin, don't you think?"

She came and stood directly in front of the magician, head high, back straight, facing the crowd with a proud expression on her face. She put her arms behind her back and crossed them at the wrist.

"Let's get this over with."

The binding of the damsel

Gabriel smiled delightedly to see his victim - sorry, his opponent - submit so willingly. Such a pretty creature. Such a gullible bimbo. He addressed the audience.

"The only good damsel is a tightly bound damsel. And it won't take long to bind this damsel good and tight. A quick turn of rope around her wrists and she'll be my helpless captive." Natalie rolled her eyes exaggeratedly but the magician ignored her and began his work.

He took a firm grip on her slender arms and began to carefully wind thin cord around her crossed wrists, making sure at each turn that it fit her snugly, with absolutely no slack. Five turns, good and tight. Then he cinched the cord crosswise three times to tighten the bonds still further: the rope was now cutting painfully into Natalie's soft pale skin, causing her to wince involuntarily, although she tried to play it cool. He secured the binding with a strong triple knot and watched as she began to explore the bonds, wriggling slightly and trying to pull her hands apart.

"There! It's as easy as that to subdue a woman with ideas above her station. Bind her hands tightly behind her back and she will cause you little further trouble. You might even find she learns a little obedience. Of course, ladies and gentlemen-" He grinned and chuckled. "Of course I won't be letting naughty Nat off with just one piece of rope, but it's fun to see how much trouble she's in already. Go on, wench, have a struggle. There's plenty more to come, but see how that feels. Reckon you'll do okay?"

He gave Natalie a little spank on the bum to indicate that it was her turn to say something. The crowd cheered, laughing.

"I'll be - ahh!" she yelped in surprise. "Hmph! This will be over soon enough. Just watch and... see."

She began to struggle more strenuously, twisting her arms back and forth, trying to look back and see the knot. Bad news, Natalie! The magician had put it just where she couldn't reach it. She groaned and her cheeks turned a little red as the ropes refused to budge. The crowd laughed at these pitiful efforts, and she looked down to hide the spreading colour in her face. How dare they laugh at me, she thought. Poor little princess! Gabriel smiled happily.

"Having trouble, my dear? Never mind! You'll get the hang of it eventually. I'm afraid we can't wait around while you try to learn the basics of escapology, however! We haven't got all day. Hold still, wench, and I'll add some more rope to your outfit."

He gripped her arms firmly and pushed her elbows together until they touched. She scowled, shoulders shaking as she tried to resist him, but in vain.

"Comfy, I hope?"

He wound rope quickly around her elbows, cinched and knotted tightly. She looked annoyed, pulling against the newly added bonds and moving about in an attempt to find slack; unfortunately there was no slack to find. She groaned again as her chest was forced to jut out.

"If you would just - ugh! - give me a moment, I could've been out of the wrist ties!"

"Aww, that's sweet. The bimbo still thinks she can escape. What do you think, ladies and gentlemen? Is that enough rope?"

They called as one: "More rope!"

Natalie frowned. No matter how much she twisted and wriggled and pulled, she couldn't seem to loosen the ropes.

"Oh no, cutie pie!" Gabriel's annoyingly cheery tone was starting to frustrate her. "You're having a bit of trouble with those pesky ropes! Never mind, at least you're giving us a good show."

He gestured at Natalie's prominent breasts, straining to escape from the flimsy shirt, and at her exposed midriff. He grinned at her discomfort and embarrassment, and lightly stroked the underside of her small but perky bosom. She winced away from his touch, scowling as the audience cheered.

"Hey, you shouldn't cheer for this... this perverted behaviour! It's people like him that have held women back and - ugh! - denied us the superiority we deserve."

"Maybe I should give you some help," he said. "Let's make these lovely tits a bit more prominent, shall we?"

"Wait - I don't need more ropes, it's okay!"

Smirking, the magician started wrapping rope around her chest. It went above her breasts, then below them, forming a tight and restrictive harness pinning her arms in place. She huffed and shook her shoulders trying to stop him, but the bonds tightened relentlessly, further framing her lovely chest. Then he ran the rope over her shoulders and down between her breasts, emphasising their pretty curves and drawing attention to her increasingly helpless and objectified form. With her breasts on display and her arms immovable, she groaned in frustration.

"What do we think, ladies and gentlemen? A pretty little morsel, isn't she? Shall I wrap her up some more? And how are you feeling, little Nat? Confident you can escape my tight ropes?"

"O-of course! Just let me have some time and I'll be out of this, no problem! But I think this is enough, no?"

"Oh, don't worry! You're going to have plenty of time to enjoy your ropes, honey. We'll get you nicely bound up and then you can have fun wriggling and squirming."

Gabriel was leering quite openly at Natalie's lithe body now, arms pinned helplessly, chest contorted, breasts thrust wantonly out. He grinned and laughed along with the audience.

"Would you stop staring already!?" she complained. "Show some respect, jeez. It must be embarrassing to be this perverted." Her mocking tone was fooling nobody: she was obviously trying to mask the worry she felt at the tightness of the ropes and her inability to escape them. She was moving around the stage as she struggled, attempting to get leverage or a different angle on the bindings, but it was doing no good.

"You know, I can see this is still too easy for an expert escapologist like you, cutie pie!" he laughed. "For a start, you can still walk around as much as you like. You could just walk off the stage if you wanted, and that's no good at all, is it? I want you trapped here. I want you to be my pretty little captive. So I'll just get those shapely legs of yours roped up, and then you can get on with dazzling us with your skills."

Moving with alarming speed and skill, he deftly bound her legs with carefully knotted loops of rope at the ankles, calves, knees and thighs. He cinched them all as cruelly tight as he could, smiling at her gasps of pain.

"How does that feel, Nat? Snug, I hope? Comfy?"

The cords dug into her skin as he pulled them tight and she winced again, wobbling precariously on her high heels. Her slender legs were now completely fused together and she had to be a lot more careful with her struggling, lest she fall over and land on her pretty little nose.

"Ah!" she gasped. "No, it's not comfy! But..." She began to smile. "...it won't matter for long anyway. Now that you're finished up, I'll be out of this in no time." She was surprised to discover that her vigorous efforts had actually loosened the bonds around her wrists. Only very slightly, but it was progress. Ha! This would be easy. She twisted away from the magician, trying to hide her wrists and give herself more time to escape.

But Gabriel was immediately suspicious. He manhandled Natalie with callous disrespect, one arm around the neck and the other gripping an arm and 'accidentally' brushing against her breast, and forced her to turn around and display her bound wrists to the audience. "Hey! Let go!" she yelped. "That was on purpose!" Sure enough, the loops of cord around one wrist were slightly looser than when he applied them.

"Looky here, everyone, the bimbo is making progress already! She's almost, almost got one of her hands free. You were trying to keep that to yourself, weren't you? You naughty little minx!"

Natalie sighed. She had thought she was doing a good job of hiding her progress... But the magician seemed impossible to fool. He carefully yanked and knotted the rope until her wrist bonds were not only fully secured but far tighter than before, as a little punishment for presuming to loosen them. She winced visibly as she felt the ropes digging in. Then he stood back and wagged his finger in her face.

"Now, to make sure our little damsel doesn't do anything so naughty again, we must punish her. Just a taste of what will happen if she misbehaves again."

"Punishment?" she pouted. "I'm supposed to escape!"

She had a point, but Gabriel really didn't care: if Natalie was expecting a fair challenge she had come to the wrong place. He bent her bound form over, wobbling precariously on her high heels and bound ankles with her tits thrust out and her bum in the air, cheeks flushing red as she faced the audience. She was more worried than ever about falling over and was about to protest, but was cut off when he spanked her hard, one, two, three times. Then, after a big wind-up while the audience cheered, a fourth spank even harder. Each slap made her shake and squeal loudly, and the fourth almost made her fall forward. Her ass stung and she wriggled in Gabriel's grip.

"I hope I've made myself clear, Nat," he said, putting on a serious voice and an earnest, schoolteacherly face. "No more escaping. It doesn't help, you know. I'll only put the ropes back on you and tighten them up even more. Best to just give up and accept that you're my prisoner. Now, what shall I tie next?"

"Next? There's... more? This is enough, don't you think?!"

"Do we think this is enough, ladies and gentlemen?" the magician asked. There was a twinkle in his eye. He was plainly enjoying himself.

Laughing and jeering, the crowd roared, as one: "No!"

"You see, my dim little bimbo? The public want you to wear more rope. And we must give them what they want! Don't worry, you look very pretty in your bonds, and after all, looking pretty is all you're good for, isn't it? Looking pretty with your body tightly roped up and your tits on display. Squirming helplessly, defeated and humiliated for our entertainment."

Hmph, Natalie thought. This seems like a very biased crowd! She looked over her shoulder and scowled at the magician as he spoke, not attempting to reply, just struggling against the impossibly tight bonds. Her cheeks blazed red in shame as she realised that she was doing exactly what he said: squirming helplessly.

"I'm not... defeated! I'm not!"

He put his hand on her ass, knowing she couldn't easily move away without falling over, balanced as she was on her high heels and tightly bound ankles. He squeezed her butt cheek and laughed.

"Ugh! Get your hand off me, you perv!"

She wriggled and writhed, but found she was quite unable to get away.

"Poor little Nat doesn't seem to be enjoying herself, boo hoo, so I'm going to give her a present. You're going to love this, sweetheart."

He wrapped rope tightly around her trim waist, like an uncomfortably snug belt, and then ran one end of the rope down between her thighs from behind - it wasn't easy to force the rope through, given how tightly her legs were tied together, but he managed it - and then up again through her crotch at the front. She gasped and spluttered with outrage, but still didn't quite realise what he had in store. All became clear when he yanked the rope up cruelly until she could feel it pressing deep into her pussy through the very tight hot pants. Her cheeks turned an even darker red. He knotted the crotch rope carefully.

"Okay, go ahead! you can try to escape now, darling."

She rocked her hips and shook herself back and forth, but it only succeeded in making the rope saw into her. She stopped moving when she realised that struggling made it worse.

"Aww, our little cutie is enjoying her present, isn't that right, ladies and gentlemen?"

There was more laughter: endless, raucous, cruel. Everyone was laughing at Natalie. She realised that if she couldn't escape, a lot of people were going to be very amused. Tears stung her eyes from the humiliation, but she blinked them away, desperately trying to focus on struggling against the arm and chest bindings. She figured that her legs were a lost cause for the moment.

"Any kind of 'present' from you would be unwanted," she said bravely, trying to put on a show of defiance, "but this is exactly the sort of disgusting behaviour I'd expect from a sexist pig like you. This has nothing to do with escapology. Take it off at once."

"Oh darling, what makes you think I care if you want my presents?"

"You should care," she retorted, "and I'll make you respect me! Just as soon as I get out of these ropes."

She struggled furiously as she spoke, trying to show she was making progress and that she meant what she said. She had to concede, however, that nothing felt any looser. If anything, the ropes felt even tighter.

"What makes you think any of us care a jot for anything you think or say?" the magician asked, smiling indulgently at Natalie's increasingly futile attempts to escape. "In fact, that gives me an idea... What do you say, ladies and gentlemen? Have we heard quite enough silly chatter from our captive?"

The room filled with cheers, laughter, applause... and several shouts of "Gag the wench!"

"What? Gag me? That's not necessary for an escape!"

"Oh, did I forget to mention that, sweetheart? That the act includes me silencing you with a nice tight gag? How forgetful of me!"

"You never meant to tell me. This was all a trick!"

"Of course not! I just didn't want to worry you. Anyway, it's obvious that you need to be gagged. You're a helpless damsel in distress, and damsels are always gagged, aren't they?"

"I'm not a damsel in distress! I'm a strong and independent woman doing magic!"

"You haven't done much magic so far, honey. But try not to get all upset. Maybe it's for the best if we get that gag in your mouth now so you can calm down a little and stop squealing." He smiled, infuriatingly.

"I'm not squealing!" she squealed.

"Definitely squealing. But look, maybe we should vote on it. I'm in favour of a gag, you're against it... Audience, what do you think? Should Natalie be thoroughly, humiliatingly gagged, mouth stuffed so full she won't be able to make a sound, forced to take all our teasing without any opportunity to reply, like a cute blushing silent little doll?"

The roar of the crowd was utterly unambiguous.

"I think it's settled, honey," the magician gloated. "But if it's any consolation, a gag is going to make you look even more fabulous than you do now. Bondage suits you, you know."

Gabriel walked around Natalie slowly, taking in the view. Her arms, tightly bound behind her back... wrists tied, elbows tied, cords cinched so tight she could feel them cutting into her skin... shoulders forced back, tits out and straining against the thin material of her white shirt, forced into a humiliating posture by the rope harness around her body. Legs lashed together, ankles bound... reduced to hopping at best, and even that seemed impossible on those ludicrous heels he tricked her into wearing. And the outfit she so willingly put on at his command made her look like a slutty cosplay superhero, or a stripper doing a special request.

Natalie grumbled and scowled, trying not to focus on the crowd, the cheers, the taunting. She made a pitiful attempt to hop away from the magician but didn't get very far before feeling like she was about to fall over, then wriggled her arms back and forth before finding that this unfortunately made the crotch rope dig in. This isn't going well, she thought, groaning.

"I have another present for you. Something tasty for you to put in your mouth. Yum yum!"

He held up a length of material. It was the same sparkly dark blue as her hot pants and bow tie.

"We voted on this, cutie pie. Open wide, like a good little damsel."

"No! I'm not your damsel!" she cried out. I can't let him gag me, she thought. It would make me feel even more helpless. I wouldn't even be able to speak to defend myself! She pressed her lips together defiantly.

"Aw, she doesn't want a gag in her pretty little mouth! What a naughty damsel she is. We must teach her to be obedient."

She shook her head furiously. I won't be obedient to a man, she thought. Never!

The magician had enjoyed watching his victim hop about, tits and bum bouncing up and down, but he could tell that she was too tired, and too worried about falling over, to keep up her delightful performance. Never mind! He sighed, and walked casually up to her. He gripped her waist firmly from behind with both hands, and leaned in close.

She let out a quiet huff, unable to even move her arms properly to try to push him away, and turned her nose up at the smell of his cologne. Wriggling in his hands, it felt like the ropes were tightening even more, digging up into her crotch. She was certain the crowd could tell.

"Let's be clear, slut," he whispered into her ear, so quietly that the audience couldn't hear. "I do not respect you. No one here respects you. They're laughing at you, and enjoying your defeated humiliation. And it's far too late for you to escape now. You're utterly helpless, and the only thing left is to decorate you with a pretty gag. You're only delaying the inevitable."

The crowd might not have been able to hear what Gabriel was saying, but they were enjoying themselves anyway, cheering and whistling. Stung with humiliation, Natalie couldn't stop blushing.

"So here's what's going to happen," the magician went on. "You're going to be obedient. You're going to open those lovely lips of yours, and say 'You own me, sir. Please gag me tight.' Remember those words, because until you say them, loud enough for everyone to hear, I'm going to punish and humiliate you. Got that?"

"Mmnhh-nnh!" she replied, shaking her head some more and keeping her mouth closed. There was no way she was going to listen to that perverted command. She couldn't be caught saying something like that in public! The personal shame would be so great...

Gabriel leered at his pretty victim for a moment, enjoying her doomed defiance. Keeping her lips so obstinately closed... it was almost like she was gagging herself. He loved the muffled sounds she was making, and the obvious embarrassment and humiliation on her face. Spinning this out when she had obviously lost... it was only making things worse for her. He was, as usual, enjoying himself. Natalie rolled her eyes as he stared and ogled her bound body, but found it impossible to hide her growing alarm and humiliation.

"Nat is going to submit soon, ladies and gentlemen," he said, paying no attention when she shook her head in clear disagreement. "She just doesn't know how persuasive I can be."

"Nmphh hmm!"

He reached around her, enjoying the feel of her body in its tight, cute little outfit, so stretched by the bondage, so revealing. She strained against the ropes, face scrunched up in disgust, but he ignored her reaction and began to unbutton her shirt... which he was pretty sure didn't have a bra underneath. Her eyes widened as she realised what was happening.

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a second!" she burst out. Then remembered she was supposed to keep her mouth closed and clamped her lips shut again.

"There's always more humiliation I can inflict on you, slut," he whispered. "This will just keep getting worse. So why not take the easy way out, and say the words. Remember: 'You own me, sir. Please gag me tight.' Whenever you're ready."

She looked around desperately for a moment, trying to see if there was something she could do to stop this. Someone to help her. But there was no help to be had, no rescue.

"What is it, bimbo? Something you'd like to say in front of all these people?"

She squirmed in despair as he finished unbuttoning her shirt, and slowly, oh so slowly, started pulling it open - which wasn't an easy task, because there was so much drum-tight rope around her chest. Her tits would soon be on full display for everyone to enjoy.

"Remember," he whispered. "'You own me, sir. Please gag me tight.' That's the only thing I want to come out of that pretty little mouth of yours before I stuff it good and proper."

Hanging her head, she realised it was pointless to resist. The ropes hadn't loosened even slightly since the magician tightened them so cruelly. She had made no progress at all... Starting to feel quite helpless, she blushed a deeper red, and surrendered.

"Y-you own me, sir. Please... please g-gag me tight."

The crowd hooted with delight, overjoyed to witness the damsel's complete and utter defeat: there was laughter, cheering, clapping. But the magician remained calm. He leaned in close and smiled.

"Good girl," he said with quiet mastery. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Her eyebrows furrowed. She wanted to respond, to say something to defend herself. But before she could say a word the knotted blue cloth was jammed between her teeth and pulled back hard, then secured behind her head. Her cheeks were almost cut by the tight gag, its pretty colour matching her blue eyes; it seemed, as he had predicted, almost decorative. It was mortifying having so many people witness her humiliation. She was now not merely helpless, but muffled - no, muzzled - and reduced to obedient silence. Groaning, she turned to the magician and tried again to speak.

"Hold on everyone!" Gabriel called out, laughing. "I think Nat has an announcement to make. Go on, love!"

The crowd fell silent, awaiting her words. She was having trouble with the gag, and growing more and more frustrated. She tried to stamp her foot as she spoke, but it didn't really work.

"Lmphh mmphh gmmn!"

The room exploded with laughter. Natalie was bound so tight, gagged so well, that the best she could manage was a pathetic little mewl into her gag and a comical little half-stamp of her bound feet in their tall heels. She was completely helpless, a pretty captive displayed for everyone's amusement.

"The game is over," the magician smiled, "and you have lost. There's no point getting angry. You took on the challenge, and failed. Completely and utterly. In front of everyone. And now I can do whatever I want with you."

His eyes narrowed cruelly.

"Like this."

He took hold of her tight white shirt and looked Natalie deep in the eyes.

"Nmn! Plmmnphm!" Her muffled plea for mercy was almost inaudible, and completely ineffective.

With a flourish, he pulled the shirt completely open, displaying her breasts to the entire room. The audience whooped and burst into a loud round of applause.

The humiliation of the damsel

Natalie blinked back tears as the crowd roared. She had never been so humiliated and helpless in her life. Her pale tits were exposed in front of everyone: the very thing she was trying to avoid, and he did it. She wriggled against the tight ropes and whimpered, her long blonde hair bouncing around as she did so. Unfortunately this had a similar effect on her small, perky chest, and made her keenly aware of the crotch rope digging in. She couldn't help but wiggle again to make it pull up into her... why did it feel so good?

Her face burned bright red. How could this have happened? She had been so confident she could get out of the ropes, but she hadn't got out of any. She had just made a fool of herself in front of a large crowd. She whimpered and shook her head.

"Mmmphhh..."

Her attempts to act tough had not worked. Worse: they seemed to have made the crowd laugh louder at her, humiliate her even more. She looked out at the crowd, seeing the smiling and laughing faces. Some pointing, some taking pictures on their phones... She was completely helpless, bound and gagged like this... a damsel in distress on display. Maybe Gabriel had been right and she deserved this. Completely at his mercy, she was now his doll, his plaything; he could do whatever he wanted with her.

After exposing Natalie's breasts the magician stepped back for a moment to let her enjoy the limelight. Wriggling and squirming in her tight ropes and tiny hot pants, wobbling on her bound ankles and ridiculously high heels. Blushing and moaning through her gag as everyone laughed at her and filmed her on their phones - no doubt she was all across social media by now. She thought she could win; instead, she was just another pretty captive bimbo in his ropes. He had beaten her completely and utterly - she had never stood a chance. And now images and videos of her helpless body would be passed around online and laughed at even more. The thought was so intensely embarrassing that tears rolled down her cheeks. But why was she so turned on? Wiggling her hips and lightly struggling, she felt the crotch rope dig in even more. She couldn't resist it.

"Mmmphh... gmmphh! Mmmnphh..."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, slut?" he asked, just loudly enough for her to hear. She lowered her eyes, too embarrassed to face him. "You like being my humiliated prisoner."

He walked up to her again, right up close behind her, so close she could feel his crotch pressed against her bound hands and his breath on the back of her neck. He reached around and grabbed a breast in each hand, groping and caressing them and laughing softly as he did so - enjoying the confused moans and mewls coming from her muzzled mouth, the blush on her face.

"She's turned on, ladies and gentlemen!" he called out, enjoying the laughter and cheers. "She wants me to take her."

She nodded helplessly. It couldn't feel this good to submit and be a bound and gagged bimbo, could it? He started to tug gently on her crotch rope, back and forth, slowly building speed, just creating enough friction to drive her to distraction.

"Ask me to cum, slut. Beg me."

She did as she was told, begging through her gag. It came out all muffled and mumbled, a further humiliation.

"Plmmnphm. Plmmnphm mmph mm cnm. Plmmnphm, Mn mmnnph phn cnm..."

He laughed in triumph and delight to hear those humiliating words of surrender come out of her well gagged mouth. They were muffled, it was true. But they all knew what she was saying. Or rather, begging. All her resistance was draining away. Desire and submission was all that was left, filling her.

"Ha ha ha! I hope you all heard that. We all knew she was a slut, but it's good to hear the little bimbo admit it! Shall I give her what she wants?"

Heat built up in her chest as the teasing continued, making her chest heave and her breath heavy. Being called a little bimbo was so humiliating, but it only made her more turned on.

"Grmmphhh..."

The crowd laughed and cheered, and he tugged her crotch rope a little harder, a little faster, enjoying her gagged moans, the blush on her pretty face, the creak as she writhed and strained against the tight ropes keeping her a helpless prisoner. His other hand continued to grope and caress her breast, focusing more and more on the nipple, stroking it to a stiff arousal, an almost painful sensitivity. Her bound body was leaning back against her captor now. For all her struggles she hadn't even loosened any of the ropes. She was completely at his mercy, a bound and gagged damsel in distress. Her head rested against his shoulder and her little butt in the hot pants began to grind against his crotch.

"You belong to me, slut, don't you? I own you. Say yes, sir."

"Mn hmmnng phn ymnn. Ymnn nmmn mm, phnr!" she cried out into the gag, the words coming out all muffled.

That gag of hers was almost too effective, and the words weren't easy to understand. But the crowd knew she was submitting obediently. That she was admitting that the magician had beaten her, and could take his prize whenever convenient. He grinned, enjoying his complete dominance, his very public victory.

"Awww, good girl, Nat! That's my obedient wench!"

Being called a good girl did something to her, and she shuddered.

"That feels better, doesn't it? To give in? Much better to let a man take control. Don't worry, I'm going to look after you."

She nodded along, agreeing. The crotch rope and his hand groping her did feel good... More and more she was starting to believe that it was better to have a man take care of her.

"Mmmphh hhhmmphh..."

He pinched her nipple, hard, and laughed at her reaction.

"I suppose you've earned this, my silly little slut. After all, you've given up your freedom and your dignity. You deserve to cum. And these lovely people deserve to watch you, humiliated and demeaned like the bimbo you are. Give us a good show, won't you?"

She looked out at all the people watching her be put firmly in her place: it was so humiliating, so hot. Whimpers escaped her gagged mouth as the magician mocked her, and she wiggled her hips back and forth as he continued, the heat in her chest threatening to spill over. She was just a little bimbo now, so demeaned and degraded.

The crotch rope was almost unbearable. She couldn't escape its irresistible friction, its relentless rhythm.

"Cum for me, slut."

The heat in her chest flooded lower, her hips bucked against the rope and her back arched. Her long blonde locks swayed and flowed against him as she shuddered, the pull of the crotch rope against her just too much, the feeling too irresistible. Breathing heavily, she orgasmed hard on the rope, writhing and moaning as she made a mess of her panties.

"Mmmphh... mmphh! Hmnmmmph! Mmmphhh mmmpphh..."

There was a loud and sustained cheer as Natalie lost herself in the orgasm, bucking and thrashing against the tight ropes she was growing to enjoy. The ropes that were tied just too skilfully for her to stand a chance of escape. The ropes that had turned her into a pretty package on display for everyone's amusement.

"That's it. Well done, dummy. Good girl."

As she panted and moaned, defeated and exhausted, Gabriel stroked her cheek, still pink with arousal and humiliation. She leaned against him, breathing hard. It felt so right to be submissive.

"She's a good obedient pet, isn't she? Little Nat will make a fine servant, now that I've tamed her properly. We made a wager, and this slut lost. I'm claiming my prize!"

A generous round of applause. He groped her tits and ass yet again while he waited for it to die down, enjoying the squeaks of protest which were that much more feeble than before: had she got any defiance left?

Her eyelashes fluttered as she surrendered to the groping, the mockery, the intense and prolonged humiliation. She was his prize now, thoroughly beaten and objectified on stage. So many people had watched him tie her up and gag her big mouth, recording it on their phones. She'd be all over social media soon.

"You're going to be my serving wench, Nat!" he gloated. "You're going to clean my house and serve me drinks. You're going to obey my commands and do whatever you're told. You're going to dress in the most demeaning outfits I can find. You're going to spend the day in chains and a gag, and the night roped to my bed. If you're very, very well behaved, I might occasionally allow you to cum."

She gazed up at him as he explained her fate, occasionally whimpering or moaning. She was feeling weak in the knees.

"And it's all because you're such an air-headed bimbo, isn't it? A total dummy. What are you?"

He gave her nipple a particularly vicious tweak to demand an answer, but there was no need. Without any resistance, without waiting for a second, she replied: "Mn'm nn nnr-hmnnmn bnmhn." The words came so naturally now. The thought of being his bound and gagged maid was sending a flush to her cheeks, and she only hoped she'd be his sex slave as well.

"Mmmphhg mmmphhhg..."

As she whimpered her total submission through the muffling gag, agreeing with the magician's mocking assessment of her intellect, he smiled. That was it, then. He had won, and she had lost. And such an embarrassing and public defeat! Everyone had seen her vanquished, reduced from a strong, independent woman to a weak and helpless damsel in distress. In front of so many people, as well. They had watched as she tried her best to outwit the magician, and watched as she failed, again and again, until she was a bound, whimpering slut. She allowed herself to be dressed up in a demeaning outfit, trussed up and gagged so tight she could barely move, stripped and exposed, totally humiliated, and finally reduced to a quivering mess.

"I thought you were going to dazzle us with an escape trick, bimbo," he chuckled. "The only thing you've managed to escape from is that shirt." He groped her tits while the crowd laughed at her yet again. A few tears of shame fell from her eyes and ran down her blushing cheeks while she gasped and moaned into the muffling gag. God, it felt so good to be put in her place like this. She really was a bimbo. Blonde, bound tightly with her arms wrenched up behind her back, tits on display, and the crotch rope digging up against her pussy.

"But don't worry, we all loved your magic trick. You entertained us very much, you dim little slut. And now it's time to say goodbye to the ladies and gentlemen, and go home where you belong. My home, of course."

He took a black leather collar out of his pocket, and strapped it carefully and rather tightly around her slender throat, completing his ownership of her. Her eyes were wide: I'm really his now, she thought. He has beaten me and made me his damsel. There was a ring on the front, to which he attached a sturdy leash.

"Don't worry, dummy, it's not a long walk. Just a couple of miles. A bit of exercise never did anyone any harm, and we need to make sure you maintain this lovely figure now you're my property. Get hopping."

No. Please no. The thought of hopping like this, in public, made her groan into the thick gag and consider one final act of resistance... until he slapped her on the bum and tugged on the leash, which made her give a cute muffled yelp and do exactly as she was told. Her long hair and little chest bounced up and down as she hopped obediently behind the magician like a good little bunny.

"Mmph mmphh... mmphh! Grmphh hmmph!"

He enjoyed watching her cute body, so tightly restrained, so effectively displayed by the rope and the skimpy demeaning outfit, as she hopped along obediently behind him. He had to admit that she was doing pretty well, really, but he was feeling spiteful so he tugged on the leash and forced her to go faster, laughing at the worried look in her eyes as she did her best not to fall over.

"That's it then, ladies and gentlemen. Show's over! Our pretty loser is now my property. She might make another appearance in my show, but you can guarantee she'll be thoroughly bound, firmly gagged, and there purely for decorative purposes. She's demonstrated that she can't do magic to save her life, so best to give her easier tasks - like standing prettily on stage and squirming about in tight ropes and a gag."

There was a deafening round of applause and a final volley of photos as the two magicians - or, more accurately, one magician and one humiliated prisoner – left behind the bright lights and headed backstage. He was strolling along without a care in the world, she was hopping desperately behind him on her high heels, mewling pathetically into her gag. In his changing room, he attached her leash to the hat stand and laughed at the sight of her waiting obediently while he cleaned off the makeup and changed into his normal clothes.

"You were so feisty an hour ago," he said, "and now look at you!"

Before long the two of them were out of the door and he was ushering her into his car: the passenger seat, of course. He used the belt to buckle her bound form into the seat, pulling it tight to keep her safe and secure. The security guard didn't bat an eyelid as Gabriel drove off the lot with a bound and gagged damsel in distress in the front of his car; the man had seen it all before.

"Ready for your new life, bimbo?" he chuckled, and reached down to tug at the crotch rope as they drove away.

FIN