Humiliated by a Magician - intermission. (Patreon)

So, a few people have mentioned that they wanted to see more from Miss Magica and the 'Humiliated by a Magician' story.

While I didn't have anything prepared for the next part of that story, I do try to give people what they want....particularly people who are here on my Patreon page. So I took some time today to write a fun little side chapter.

Hopefully, this will give you something to enjoy until I return to the story proper.

Enjoy. X




Humiliated by a magician - a brief intermission


Miss Magica had decided it was time for a brief intermission. She enjoyed the opportunity to meet and greet as many of her attendees as possible. Her goal when she did these shows was to make sure that everyone left with a new found belief in magic, and the best way to do that was to interact one on one with as many people as possible.

Which brings us to…..

Rich,

Miss Magica was on stage, having just finished feminizing and then making someone disappear in some kind of big box on stage. Right now I was trying to figure out where the hell the guy disappeared to and if he was part of the show or not.

“Okay folks. I think now would be a good time to call an intermission. There’s a few drink stations set up around the edges of the room, please feel free to grab some refreshments and I will be out to greet some of my fans very shortly.”

Me and my girlfriend, Abbie, had come to the show together, and were currently standing by one of the temporary bars, having a drink and talking about the show.

“So do you think the people who have been on stage so far are all part of the act or not?” Abbie asked me.

“I dunno, I guess in some way they’d have to be, right? I mean, she couldn’t perform those kinds of tricks on people without them knowing something about it beforehand, there’s no way it’s actual magic.”

It looked like Abbie was about to reply, but then we were interrupted by someone else…

“And why would you think it’s not actual magic?” We hadn’t even seen Miss Magica appear, she was now wearing a short skirt, in the same shiny blue as the jacket that seemed to be a trademark of hers, along with a small, blue top hat.

Abbie replied before I could think of anything to say. “Miss Magica! I have to say it’s great to meet you. We’re really enjoying the show so far. Aren’t we Rich?”

“Oh really? Because it sounds like your boyfriend here isn’t convinced.” Miss Magica replied with a playful smirk.

“Well I uh… I was just saying that I’ve been to a lot of magic shows, none quite like yours of course but, I know there’s always a trick or something involved you know, smoke and mirrors and all that.” I said, a little nervous to be standing so close to Miss Magica, she looked spectacular!

“Oh there are no tricks in my show, Rich. I like to think I’m one of the last purveyors of real magic left. How about a quick demonstration?”

“Oh no, there’s no need for that..” Whether I believed her or not, I didn’t want to end up another victim of hers. Unfortunately, it seemed Abbie had other ideas.

“Oh yes please! I’d love to see a trick up close.” Abbie was practically bouncing with excitement.

“Well I’m sure I have time for a quick bit of up close magic.” Magica said, removing her top hat. “How about this?” She stuck her hand inside the hat, impossibly deep, almost up to her elbow, and began rummaging around. “Hmmm, what’s this?” She said, pulling her hand out, now holding onto a pair of boxer shorts…My boxer shorts!

I could feel something was off beneath my jeans, like the denim was touching my bare skin….but that would be impossible. I stuck a hand down beneath the waistband and realized that it was indeed true, somehow I was going commando.

Abbie looked awestruck as she realized what had happened. “Wait, are those actually yours?”

“Y-yes. How did you…?”

“Magic, sweetie. Let’s see what else is in here.” Magica stuck her hand back into the hat and pulled another bundle of fabric out. “Ta-daaa.” She was now holding a small, black, lacy fabric between her fingers.

“Oh my god! That’s what I was wearing before we came out!” Abbie declared, mimicking my earlier action and checking beneath her leggings. “Wow! They’re really gone!”

“So, believe me now?” Miss Magica said, dangling both my boxers and Abbie’s panties from one of her hands.

Abbie answered first. “Yes! We totally believe you. But umm, could I have my panties back?”

“Yeah, and I don’t feel like spending the rest of the show commando.” I added.

“Haha, I suppose that would be uncomfortable. Let me see what I can do.” Miss Magica stuck her hand with both pairs of underwear back into her hat, when she removed it, it was empty.

Something was wrong though, seeing what I had seen so far, I should have seen this coming.

“Hahaha, babe, she gave me your boxers!” Abbie said, feeling around her waistline, but I could clearly see the outline of my boxer shorts imprinted against her leggings. I already knew I was in her panties by the feeling, they were way too tight and a large percentage of them were wedged between my cheeks.

“Well, close enough. Anyway, I have more people to mingle with. Bye for now folks.” With that, the sultry magician was gone into the crowd, leaving me trying to make the panties a little more comfortable.

“Hey, Abbie, can we go to the bathrooms and switch back?” I asked, trying to pick the lacy fabric out of my ass.

“Haha, no way. You’re the one who pissed her off with your comments, so you can wear my panties for the rest of night.”

Great!

—

Amy,

I had been dragged along to this magic show by a group of friends from work, it was definitely not something I would have chosen to do myself, but I must admit, I was thoroughly entertained. I could see Miss Magica talking to two people a little ways away through the crowd, she looked to be pulling underwear out of her hat and I wondered what was going on.

“Hey Ames, want another drink?” Joshua from accounting asked me. He was always hitting on me, and it was getting kinda tiresome.

“No, I’m good for now, thanks.” I declined politely.

“Yeah, Josh, take the hint!” My friend Becky said.

“Relax, I’m just trying to be nice. What’s the big deal?” Josh replied.

“The big deal is, she’s not interested.”

“It’s okay, Becky.” I interjected, I didn’t want any tension to arise thanks to me.

“Yeah, Becky. See, Amy doesn’t mind at all. Do you Amy?”

But I didn’t get the chance to reply, because Miss Magica had made her way over to our little crowd and answered for me. “It sounds to me like she does mind?”

Josh looked a little surprised at her appearance. “Miss Magica! Great show so far.”

“Why thank you, Joshua. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, it seems you have a thing for your co-worker.” Miss Magica replied, giving me a subtle wink, I was looking forward to seeing what she had in mind for this interaction.

“Oh, well. I guess I do, yeah. I’m just trying to be a gentleman though.”

“Oh really? A gentleman are you? Well in that case, don’t let me get in your way.” Miss Magica said, turning as though she was going to leave, but doubling back at the last second. “Say, before I go, would you guys like to take a picture with me?”

“Yes! Totally!” It was Joshua’s friend, Bran, who replied.

“Great, Amy, be a dear and pass me your phone.” Miss Magica said, holding out her hand.

I gave her the phone and watched as she grabbed a random crowd member and asked them to take the photo.

We all crowded round to get in the shot, Miss Magica was front and centre with me to her right and Josh to her left, one arm around each of us.

“Say cheese!” The person with the phone said as they snapped the photo. “Here you go.” They said, handing the phone back to Miss Magica, who took a look at the screen and giggled.

“Hehehe, that came out perfect.” She said, handing the phone to me. I looked in shock at what was on the screen. For starters, all five of us in the pic were in our underwear.

The weird thing was, it had got my underwear exactly right. The matching blue bra and panties set that I was wearing in the picture was what I actually had on beneath my clothes. Everyone gathered round to look at the picture, laughing in shock as they all probably realized the same thing I did. But that wasn’t even the most shocking part of the picture.

Joshua was in the picture, with his outer clothes missing, just like everyone else, but the image on my phone’s screen showed him wearing red stockings with matching garters, panties and bra.

“Well, that doesn’t look like a very gentlemanly ensemble to me, sweetie.” Miss Magica said.

“Oh haha, very funny. That’s obviously not what I’m wearing.” Joshua said as we all giggled at the sight of him in the lingerie set.

“Really? Cause she got my underwear spot on.” Becky said.

“Yeah, mine too actually.” Bran added.

Joshua remained defiant though. “Yeah yeah, so what is this some kind of AI photo editing or something?” He asked.

“AI, of course not. Here, let me show you.” Miss Magica reached out and grabbed onto the waistband of Josh’s jeans and the hemline of his shirt. She gave the two a quick tug and let them twang back into place, but when they did, they exploded into a cloud of brightly colored glitter.

Josh was slightly hidden for a few seconds as he flapped his arms to clear the glitter, when he came back into view, it was to a shower of laughter….He was wearing exactly what he had on in the photo on my phone.

“Hahahaha Oh my god that is soooo sexy Josh. I didn’t know you had it in you.” Becky said through peals of laughter.

“Shut up!” Josh said, trying to hide his body from view. The laughter was all around us now as the crowd of people nearby had all turned to look at what was happening. The fact that Josh was standing there, trying to cover himself up with arms with his face flushed bright red just made the whole situation more humiliating for him. “Fuck this!” He said, running quickly towards the nearest bathroom door as the laughter of the nearby crowd followed him.

“Hahaha that was amazing! Amy, you have GOT to send me that photo!” Becky said.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure everyone in the office gets a copy.” I said, laughing along with Becky and Bran.

I wondered how long he would be in the bathroom for.

I looked up to thank Miss Magica, but she was already disappearing through the crowd, looking for more people to mingle with no doubt.

—

Seth

“I wasn’t staring at her ass, I was admiring her sneakers.” For about the fifth time tonight, my girlfriend Steph had caught me checking out another girl's ass.

“Sure you were. You know you could try to be a little more subtle if you’re gonna stare at other girls.”

What could I say? I was an ass man!

“What was that I heard just now?” The voice was Miss Magica’s, who had appeared next to Steph as she was chewing me out. “Is it true that you came here with this lovely piece and you’re wasting your time staring at the behinds of other women? Tut tut tut.” Miss Magica shook her head dramatically.

“Hey, I was just looking. There’s no harm in that, is there?” I said.

“There is when I’m standing right here!” Steph replied.

“Hmm. Ya know, I think I know a little trick that might just help with this little problem.” Miss Magica said, turning her attention to focus solely on me. “Do me a favor, Seth. Look right here.” She touched the centre of her forehead with her index finger as she spoke and my eyes were automatically drawn to it.

“Good job. Now focus on my finger and watch as it drops further and further down…” She spoke softly and deliberately as her finger traced a path down her face, over her nose and past her chin. “That’s it, just keep watching the finger going down. Taking you down, and down. Further and further.”

I watched as her finger made its way along her neck and headed towards her magnificent cleavage. “Watch as the finger takes you down. Deeper and deeper, all the way into the depths between my tits.”

I was transfixed as her finger disappeared completely into her boobs, feeling like a part of my mind had slipped into the darkness with it.

She kept talking after that, but I wasn’t focused on what she was saying anymore….

“....Now Seth, for the rest of the night, everytime you find yourself staring at another girl's ass, you will feel a powerful compulsion to punish yourself. You will grab hold of the front of your underwear and pull them up as hard as you can, giving yourself a nice big frontal wedgie. Nod if you understand.

I felt my head nodding up and down, but my eyes never left her cleavage, the finger moving up and down along the darkness between her boobs.

“Every time you give yourself a wedgie, you will feel a powerful rush of pleasure straight to your cock. The more times you wedgie yourself, the closer you will get to orgasm. Do you understand?”

I nodded again, but I wasn’t really taking in anything she said….something about staring at another girl's ass.

“....Two….One…Forget.” I was jerked quickly back to consciousness by a loud snap, Miss Magica was still talking to me.

“Okay folks. Hope you enjoy the rest of the show, I’d better go mix with the crowd a little more.” Miss Magica gave me a sexy wink as she turned to leave, and I couldn’t help but notice she flicked the back of her short skirt up a little as she left, giving me a nice view of her ass cheeks jiggling as she walked.

Then the thought occurred to me…..I don’t know where it came from, or why I was doing it, but I reached into the front of my pants and yanked up hard on the briefs I was wearing. “Tssss.. Ow.” I yelped a little through gritted teeth as the frontal wedgie crushed my package. Strangely enough though, I felt my cock harden a little.

“Hahaha. You okay there Seth?” Steph asked me, clearly finding my self-wedgie amusing.

“Yeah. I just… felt I needed to do that, you know.” I replied, adjusting my underwear back to normal.”

“Hmm, no I can’t say I do know to be honest. I’ve never randomly felt the need to give myself a wedgie. But you do you babe.” She replied.

As I was trying to figure out why I had decided to do that to myself, I noticed a hot girl in some tight jeans walking by just behind Steph. Perfect opportunity to check out her ass while Steph couldn’t see.

I got a good look at her rear as she walked away from just behind Steph, and again I knew what I needed to do next. I grabbed the underwear that I had just straightened out and again yanked them harshly up my front. I managed to get them a little higher this time, figuring they were stretching out a little from the pulling….Why the hell did I keep doing that?

“Again! Already?”

“Already? What do you mean? I don’t know why I’m doing this.” I said after I had released the underwear and tucked them away. Again I felt a pleasurable rush at the painful wedgie, getting harder even as my balls were crushed.

“Nothing, Seth. I’m sure you have a good reason for wedgieing yourself like that. Anyway, come on, let’s go grab a drink.” I followed Steph though the crowd towards the nearest drinks station.

By the time we got to the bar area, I had wedgied myself several times and my underwear was stretching out more and more. The most recent wedgie, I had managed to get the front of my waistband up to my chin. And it felt great for some reason, so good that I was actually considering keeping it going longer, but then I realized that would be crazy. So why did I keep doing it?! And why did Steph keep laughing at me like that?

—

Nikki

I was here with one of my best friends, Monica, and having a great time so far. Miss Magica had walked over to us as we hovered near a table off to the side during intermission and asked us to play a game.

“You will have seen this kind of trick before, ladies. Street magicians do it all the time. Three cups, or I guess three hats in this case, all you have to do is find the one that has something hidden underneath.” Miss Magica explained the rules to us as she laid out three identical blue top hats on the table in front of her, with me and Monica standing at the other side. “So, who’s first?”

“Screw it, I’ll play first.” I said, stepping forward.

“Great! Okay, let’s start with this.” Miss Magica reached into her deep cleavage and pulled out a wad of cash, held together with a rubber band. “Find the item under the hat, and you get to keep it. Let’s go!” Miss Magica started shuffling the hats around the table, but I was easily able to follow the money.

“Okay,” She said after she had finished sliding the hats around. “Left, middle or right? Do your eyes win the prize?”

“Right!” I said, confidently.

Miss Magica lifted up the hat to reveal the bundle of cash.

“Woo! So do I actually get to keep that?” I asked, a little hesitant that she would make the game so easy.

“Yep, you win. All yours sweetie.” She replied, tossing the cash to me, there had to be about 200 bucks there.

“Woah! My turn! Let me play.” Monica said, shuffling in front of me to the table.

“Okay, if you say so. Buuut let’s make this round more interesting. 500 hundred bucks go under the winning hat.” She pulled another wad of cash out of her cleavage and dropped it under the middle hat, hiding it from view. “And let’s see what’s under the losing hat…” Miss Magica lifted up the hat on the left to reveal a pair of shiny, silver nipple clamps.

“Wait, those weren’t there for Nikki’s game.” Monica exclaimed.

“Yeah, but if you win you’ll get more money than I did. Besides, it was easy. Come on, Mon, you got this.”

Miss Magica watched our exchange with a mischievous look on her face.

“Fine. Let’s play.” Monica said, focusing intently on the table and hats.

“Yay! Time to mix em up.” Miss Magica’s hands became a complete blur this time. My game had been easy but I had already lost track of which hat was which as she switched them around at inhuman speed. “Okay…All done. So one hat gets you nothing, one hat gets you some nice new nipple clamps, and the winner gets you five hundred bucks. Personally, I’d consider the nipple clamps a win.” Miss Magica added with a wink.

“Hmmm. I think it’s….that one.” Monica pointed to the hat on the left, but I could tell she was just guessing.

“Okie dokie….Let’s see if you’ve won.” Miss Magica lifted up the hat and revealed….nothing. I was just about to say that it could have been worse but I was stopped by a loud shriek from Monica.

“Aiieee! My nipples!” She was jumping up and down and waving her hands in front of her chest, clearly the nipple clamps had magically attached themselves to Monica’s boobs. “Shit, shit shit.”

Monica shoved one hand down her top and into her bra, but came out empty handed. “They won’t come off!”

“Relax sweetie. They’ll come off after a little while. So, anyone wanna play again?” Magica asked.

“No way. I’m happy with my 200 bucks thanks.”

“Boo! No fun. How about you? Double or nothing, 1000 dollars or a chance to add another accessory to your outfit?”

“No thank you!” Monica was trying to adjust her top and bra to preserve her nipples.

“Pffft. Boring.”

“I’ll take some of that action.” A random guy who had been watching our game decided to step up and take the challenge. “You said a thousand bucks, right?”

“Sure did, handsome. Fancy your chances?”

“Count me in.” He replied, looking confident.

“Okay then, we have another game on our hands.” Miss Magica lifted up the middle hat and displayed a newer, thicker wad of cash, before replacing it. “And under the losing hats….” She raised the hat on the left to reveal a small, metal chastity cage, followed by the hat on the right, which hid a silver butt plug with a shiny pink gem at its base. “Ooooh, this is gonna be a fun game either way. Plugged, caged or loaded. What’s it gonna be…Let’s find out.”

Her hands were a blur once more as she shuffled the hats around the table, I watched the guys face as he focused intently on the hats in front of him, but I could see he was getting distracted by the huge amount of cleavage on display as Miss Magica leaned low over the table.

“Aaaand, done! So, which one’s a winner?” She asked.

“That one, on the left.” The guy said.

“Well let’s find out, cutie.” Miss Magica lifted up the selected hat, but of course it was empty underneath. I was beginning to think the game was rigged.

“Oh no! Seriously?!” The guy said, reaching to his crotch area, it looked like he had found the chastity cage.

“Ooooh, bad luck sweetie. Looks like you got yourself locked up for your troubles.”

“Come on! That’s not fair. How do I get this thing off?” He asked, one hand down the front of his pants, clearly trying to find a way out of his new cage. I snickered a little as I watched the guy feel himself up while Monica was holding her bra away from her nipples. I felt like I had gotten off lightly.

“Sorry, hon. Them's the breaks. The cage will unlock after a few days, don’t worry. But I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you pick another hat. Whaddya say? It’s a fifty-fifty chance after all.”

“A few days?! Ya know what, fuck it! If I’m gonna be locked up, I’m making it worth it. That one!” The guy pointed to the rightmost hat, but I already knew where this was going.

“Ssssshit!” The guy had obviously lost again as I watched him reach behind to his own ass as his hips seemed to thrust forward as though trying to escape.

“Whoops. Too bad handsome. Enjoy your new toys, you earned em. Anyways, I think I need to get back up on stage. Enjoy the rest of the show. Buh-bye.” And she was gone, headed back towards the stage, leaving me 200 bucks richer, while my friend was now comically blowing air down her own top, alternating between her two nipples….It was hard not to laugh as we walked away, leaving a dishevelled, caged man behind us.

“Hey Mon, is that guy wedgieing himself?” I asked as I saw a guy harshly pulling on the front of his own underwear.

“I think that’s the guy who I caught staring at my ass earlier…”



End.