I return to apply restraint to Ms Pan Teer for the fourth and final time. I am carrying a cloth bag, which from the way I lug it up on to the stage obviously contains something heavy. I drop it with a thud next to suspended escape artist, her body twitches and her hooded head twists towards the sound. Even this slight movement is enough to make the chains attached to her piercings tighten and I hear a groan escape the hood. I take a few moments to admire the beauty of her fiendishly constrained form before adding to her predicament.

The content of the bag is almost inevitable: chain. I draw out six feet of gleaming steel links, let them crash down onto the stage. I repeat the process until a full sixty feet of half-inch long links are heaped beneath Felina's hooded head.

I take one end of the chain and loop it tightly around Felina's narrow, corset-compressed waist, padlocking it closed with the lock resting on her stomach. I am aware that the slightest movement now causes Felina pain, so I am working very slowly and carefully, ignoring any calls from the audience to hurry up. I ask the host to help steady the escape artist's body.

I feed the whole length of the chain between her legs and through the large D ring at the tip of her single sleeve, then back forwards between her legs again. After all the slack has been taken up her bound arms are pulled down against her back and she has a double crotch-chain, which I secure by opening then re-locking the stomach padlock. I have arranged the crotch chains so they cross just before the one attached to her piercing, then cross again just afterwards, so that any movement of her arms will make things very uncomfortable.

Now I begin to work with the remaining length of the chain. I pass a loop of it around her body and her single-sleeve encased arms, tucking the end of the chain through the lacing of the sleeve on the way round. I pull the loop tight then repeat the process, each time threading the chain end through the lacing, crushing the escape artist's arms to her body as I work my way down from her waist to her shoulders. By the time I have finished I will have added many pounds to the weight of her bonds, her suspension ropes will inevitably tighten an dig into her even more.

The final couple of loops are above her cruelly stretched breasts, I make sure they are underneath the chains attached to her nipple piercings, so the torment of those attachments will not be lessened. After passing the end of the chain under the top of the sleeve lacings I pass it over (that is under) one of her shoulders and back up to her stomach so that it passes between her breasts. On the way I thread the end over and under the dozen coils of tight chain for extra security. I open the stomach padlock, attach the end of the chain and close it again. I've judged it well, there are only eight inches of links remaining spare.

I take the key of the padlock and move behind Miss Pan Teer. I hook the bundle of sleeve lacings out from between her arms find one of the ends find one of the ends. I thread the padlock key onto the lace then tuck the key underneath the strand of hemp rope running across the back of her neck, so she can feel it pressing into her flesh. I tie the end of the lace back into the bundle, which I tuck back down between her arms again.

As I perform this final task I listen to the escape artist's breathing. It is steady. Once again I am astonished by her self control in the face of such a hideous predicament.

I inspect the coils of chain for slack, am satisfied when I find none. I signal to the host that Felina's body no longer needs to be steadied and take my place back in the audience. My heart is beating fast. I stare with perfect fascination at the seemingly helpless form of Miss Felica Pan Teer, anxiously awaiting the start of her attempts to free herself. But before that can happen she is still at the mercy of anyone else in the audience...