Madeline's twist to the previous night's magic and escapology act had left Jacques padlocked inside a tight steel mask that enclosed his head entirely. It's unforgiving steel now moulded tightly around his features. The mask was locked with four high security monoblock padlocks that fitted snuggly in their hasps and were impossible to cut off.
In a change to the practiced act, Madeline hadn't slipped the keys into Jacques's hand. Instead, she had gifted the keys to four random women in the audience as a souvenir of the show. The act, and the sexy magician's predicament, had drawn much interest, and Madeline was now choreographing the social media attention around the trapped magician in the iron mask, and the desperate hunt for the keys.
"The keys could be anywhere in the city," Madeline smiled into her phone, the glow from the ring light reflecting on her glossy blonde hair. She was dressed in a dramatic black silk wrap dress with her breasts bouncing freely. She posted the clip before strutting on her high heels across the large industrial style apartment to the bed where Jacques lay naked other than for black silk boxers and the mask.
Madeline smiled as she watched the helpless, headless man with the erect cock. Jacques couldn't see and could only hear if she shouted into the mask's single airhole which was positioned by his mouth and was just large enough to insert a straw to supply his liquid diet.
"Maddie, any news?" Jacques called in his breathy French accent, his voice echoing loudly inside his steel shell.
"It's still early, the women are still lounging naked in their beds," Madeline called.
"Stupid idea!" he growled, "You should have told me."
"Feeling a little helpless in there?"
Maddie grinned as Jacques's hands reached for her waist, drawing her closer and lifting her dress and whipping away her panties.
"Wow, I'm impressed," Madeline gushed.
"Not much else I can do," he growled.
"What are you complaining about? You know your only purpose is to fuck me." Madeline climbed on top and straddled his waist, "Let's see if you can still find your way around a naked woman."
Her black silk undies had caught on her ankle, and she freed them impatiently before pushing them crotch first into the mask's only airhole, plugging it completely.
"Can he bring me to orgasm before he passes out?" Maddie called, addressing an imaginary audience.
She pressed down on his waiting cock and sat in amazement as her sensory deprived lover filled her. She cried out hysterically as she climaxed, her voice overpowering Jacques muffled cries that echoed inside his impenetrable tomb.
They lay together for a while before Maddie sprung to her feet and pirouetted dramatically. "Fuck, I hope one of these women is a bitch," she cried, before bouncing bare foot and naked to the coffee machine, leaving her headless lover floundering in her wake.
*
Eloise watched intently from her small cage. The kinky brunette had been in the audience at their show the week before, and a fascination for their act, and Jacques's body, meant that she was spending more and more time in Jacques and Maddie's company.
However, Maddie's natural dominance and desire to keep Jacques for herself, meant that she treated Eloise more like than a prop from their show. This had resulted in Eloise spending several nights on all fours, locked inside the small cage. Unfortunately, in the real world with real padlocks and where Maddie really took the key, no amount of magic could free Eloise from the incarcerating bars.
"He's a great fuck," Madeline whispered cruelly as she sauntered back to Eloise's cage and sat her naked butt down on top of its heavy steel bars.
Eloise's kinky mind didn't know whether to love or hate the showy blonde who kept her locked up at every opportunity. Just like the woman sitting on top of her cage, Ellie was naked, having willingly discarding her clothes the night before in the hope of attracting Jacques's attention. She was now lying on her back, looking longingly through the bars at the woman above.
"If you let me out Maddie, I can help with the mask," Eloise's breathy voice trembled.
"You're more fun as a sex toy," Maddie laughed provocatively as she opened her legs and watched Eloise's slim wrist reach up between her thighs and touch her vagina.
"You look beautiful," Eloise whispered, in the hope of winning favour.
Maddie enjoyed her touch for several seconds before crossing her legs and trapping Eloise's hand between the vicelike grip of her thighs. Running short of options to earn her release, Eloise, twisted her head and flicked away her long brown hair to kiss Madeline's butt cheeks that sunk down between the bars.
Eloise's frustration at being controlled by another woman was manifesting itself as arousal. She whimpered breathily, her moans morphing into sexual arousal. She cried out and thrust her hips against the bars, causing the large silver padlock to swing. Her twisted mind loved to be restrained, and she cried out in carnal lust as she fantasised about being nothing more than a forgotten prop in Jacques and Madeline's show.
*
Jacques climbed warily to his feet and rechecked each of the padlocks. Maybe Madeline hadn't clicked them all closed before she handed out the keys like confetti. She had. He walked carefully across the room to the kitchen and swung his hands in search of the coffee machine, seeming unaware that he was naked with a constant erection.
"Maddie?" he called sightlessly, deafening himself in his personal echo chamber.
He felt Madeline grab his cock, slap his butt and spin away with dancer's grace before his hands could find her.
"We'll give it to midday for the keys to be returned, no more," he called.
Madeline gave away her location by laughing. Jacques heard her clip away, but he could barely keep up with her agility even when he wasn't locked in the iron mask.
"Maddie, please tell me we have a backup plan?" he called.
Madeline was now close by and in fits of laugher as she watched him kneel, resting the weight of the mask on the floor, as he tried to wrench it from his head. She tapped him with her shoe, pushing him over on to his back.
"I wonder if this fits," she smiled, pressing her stiletto heel into the mask's air hole.
"It does," Jacques mumbled as he tasted the dusty, spikey heel of Madeline's heel which now protruded into his mouth.
"Opps."
Maddie giggled as she tried to retrieve her heel from his mouth. She wiggled her foot, which wiggled her body, but her heel stayed firmly wedged making her stumble and almost fall on top of him.
"It's okay, I've got other shoes," she purred, slipping out of the tan leather and helping Jacques to his feet with the ladies' shoe protruding from where his mouth would be.
*
