My Mind's Ink

There is a lot of standing around at first. I’m not sure what to do. Mostly I watch the pretty girls and help with the ropes.

The place begins to be crowded, everyone busy coordinating their role. I stay with the people I know most of the time, but get a chance to wander around. The preparations are extravagant. Attendants and coordinators weave themselves into the multitude of scantily clothed young girls. No one seems to notice me.

After it starts there is always something going on and I have plenty of time to watch. It’s a well choreographed dance of sound and color. The girls are exquisite tied and stuffed into their costumes. I glimpse a naked breast that slips its restraint and the girl turns scarlet.

We interject ourselves into the activities. Annabelle must be put into the harness, but we wait until the last minute so she doesn’t run out of air. When she is suspended from the cables I connect a pump to inflate the sphere. It takes two people to work the rigging to swing her gracefully out into the blue lights. She begins to twirl and contort herself into elegant lines that are extraordinary and beautiful.

I’ve tied my rope off so my hands are free. I have time to capture her in her confinement before we bring her down. She’s happy to be let out, sweaty and tired, but beaming. She thinks its fun in there. She’s Bubble Girl.

This story was the result of a challenge presented to me by Gillian in which I was to write a story inspired by a random photo from my collection. It was fun, and if it became too interspersed with sex and bondage innuendo I blame the material. The photo was taken at a fashion show where I was working backstage for the circus group I trained with.

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