Blushing with rage and embarrassment I'm out of my seat and on my way back to the toy room. I don't get, there, see, something in the wings of the theatre, pick it up smiling. I return to the stage carrying a small drum of 5mm steel cable, made of a dozen braided stands of wire. As I examined it I round that it's nowhere near as flexible as rope, but can be drawn into a loop as narrow as three inches, so suits my purpose.

Approaching the hooded escape artist I snarl into her ear "Your angling skills will not help you now!" I remove the padlock holding the arm shackle closed then thread one end of the cable through the hole in the shackle that it occupied. I carry on feeding wire through for a while then let the drum unwind, there seems to be about twenty metres in all. I pull the cable through the hole until about half the cable is on either side, then with the help of the stage assistants, get to work. I coil up the cable on one side then begin spiraling it around Felina's forearm and the arm shackle, heading the direction of her elbow, so her flesh is held tightly against the metal. The spiral continues up her arm. I then take the cable over the opposite shoulder and under the opposite armpit. This process is repeated on the other side: tight coils around her arm and the shackle, up her arm, over shoulder, under armpit.

Next, with the help of assistants and the hostess to keep the tension on, the cable is wound wound round Miss Pan Teer's body the a loop in either direction, hauled as tight and tight can be, squashing and pancaking her already cruelly punished breasts. When there is about three metres of cable left on each side the ends are brought into her wrists, looped around the wrist shackle a couple of times. The the loose chains are drawn up from the floor. The cable ends are threaded through the chain links at intervals of a few links up to the end. Then the remaining cable ends go over the ankle spreader bar. Once more her body is drawn into a cruel arch, the chain and cable mixture is wrapped around the bar. It's not very flexible, but can be twisted round the bar with loops sticking out and won't come undone by itself. Finally the cable end that are clear of the chain go back in the opposite direction, threaded through more links in the hog-chain until they run out.

The flesh of the escape artist's arms and body bulge between the twists of cable. Only if it is fully removed from her body can the arm shackled be released. Grunts of pain and rage escape the hood. Her head and body twitch and spasm. I stroll back to my front row seat. Surely I've got her this time!