I watch with admiration as my fellow spectator places the defiant escape artist into yet another agonising predicament. Her body is quivering with pain and rage as the chains grow taut and her breasts are grotesquely distended as the take her weight.

Having been given leave to apply it by the hostess I step forward with my latest device, an arm shackle (see fig 2) . It's going to make things worse for Felina.

Assistants support her body, giving her momentary respite from the torment of the clamps, as I apply the shackle. I force her arms apart until I can hinge closed the two elbow cuffs, then twist her forearms up until the central cuff can enclose her already chained wrists, tightening the links excruciatingly. Forcing the cuff closed I slip the padlock in place that holds the shackle together.

What can I do with the padlock key? I certainly won't repeat my mistake and leave it in the lock! I attach it by its ring to one of the links of the chain fastening Felina's knees together.

The assistants step back; once more the escape artist feels the full agony of the tit-stretching chains, but now it is worse and strain on her shackled and chained arms extreme...

When I arrived at the theatre I never dreamt that I would enjoy inflicting such torture, but goaded by Miss Pan Teer's defiance, and the embarrassment of my previous failures, I smile with sadistic satisfaction as I leave the stage.. Now get out of that!!