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1. The Letter

I was a bit nervous as I climbed the stairs to the apartment. Sure, I had taken interviews before without really knowing what to expect. Sure, I had taken interviews which had promised a lot but were lemons in the end. But somehow, this one was going to be different. For one thing, the invite appeared out of nowhere the day after I had written the article on this Harry Potter hype. I had given my view on how we were brought back to our childhood fantasies and dreams about magic. It triggered quite a few reactions and my office e-mail was abuzz with both approvals and disapprovals from various groups.

I was just sipping my end-of-the-day glass of wine, when all of a sudden, something was flapping underneath my shirt. I must have jumped two feet and several heartbeats, it scared me breathless. When I looked under my shirt, an envelope flew out, flapping wildly before it landed on my precious tablecloth, knocking my wine all over it. It just sat there, almost looking at me with anticipation: "Well, aren't you going to open me, then?"

If this was a joke, it was bloody well done. I was still shaking, but my curiosity got the better of me in the end. With trembling fingers I opened the envelope, only to drop it like a hot pan as a card jumped out. It spread itself on the table in front of me, with the letters dancing on the page. I looked at it in stunned disbelief. After a few seconds, the letters started to sort themselves and made a message.

"Dear Sir, we have read your article on'The Harry Potter Hype' with great interest and amusement. It never ceases to amuse us how you Muggles refuse to believe in the presence of wizards even if the proof is right in front of you.

We would like to offer you an opportunity to see for yourself how wizards actually live in the daily life of the Muggle world by granting you an interview.

We chose to contact you with our pet Caroll The Card to assure we got your attention. Once you have read this message, please put Caroll into Richard (the flying envelope) to bring him back home.

As you are a freelance journalist, this interview we offer you should give you something interesting to sell.

Please be in front of Baker Street 97 Monday evening at precisely 8pm, as the door will open only briefly.

Yours sincerely, Sakeema and Mordac Zapwick

Qualified Magicians (Hogwarts Honors, Slytherin HeadBoy & Headgirl)"

I sat there and reread the message, and again. If the envelope had not appeared as it had, I would have binned it as a joke, which is probably precisely why this Sakeema and this, what was it, Mordac sent it this way.

2. The Entrance & Sakeema.

And so on this Monday evening I was not truly surprised to find Baker Street had a number 96, directly next to which was number 98. I looked at my watch and saw the time ticking away towards 8 o'clock. All right, let's assume this card thing was magic as in these Potter books, would this mean the house would appear as that railway station platform? I was wondering if I should run into the wall, but decided not to, for now.

Just as my watch beeped the full hour, however, the other two houses suddenly seemed to move apart. I looked around me, but no one else on the street seemed to notice. The house which was appearing seemed just like any other one in the street, and indeed it had number 97 next to its otherwise normal door. And so I climbed the stairs, and rang the bell. It was hard to describe how I felt. Somehow my brain refused to believe this was all real, some other part of it however must have been converted by this Rowling lady and her stories: "Allright, so a house appears out of nowhere, so what? It simply is magic, ain't it?"

Before I could settle the battle between my senses and my brain, the door opened and a well dressed lady appeared. Although, "well dressed" may be a bit of understatement. Sharply & seductively dressed would be more appropriate. In front of me was a 6" lady in form-hugging fetish-style clothing, "form-hugging" in a way that would make Catwoman blush. She wore a glossy, deep purple latex shirt, with a generous cut-out to highlight a propped up C-cup. On second glance, it was not simply a shirt. It seemed boned and could be tightened, as if there was a corset hidden in it. I could not see any lacing or buckles though. Her figure indicated an hour-glass shape you don’t normally see without some help.

Looking lower, she was wearing dark green leather pants, highlighting some very nicely curved hips. Knee-high leather boots, again in that rich purple, with straps & buckles as decoration. I am a bit of a fetish fan and she seemed to have been shopping without credit limit in my dream catalogue. She knew very well the effect she had on me, as she smiled knowingly and patiently as I gazed up and down in admiration. I hope I did not drool, I am quite sure I must have been salivating. "Ah, there you are, how nice of you to have come, although somehow we knew you would. Do come in, I am Sakeema"

We shook hands and I walked in. I was glad I had just gone through those Potter books for my story, my brain was still fresh of some things described. The hallway seemed pretty normal for a down town house, obviously two working adults (i.e. 2 incomes) and no children. Tasteful yet restrained in its decoration. What was new to me however, were statues which looked at me, followed me and then seemed to talk to each other. Had I not read the books, I would have been baffled, but now I was, sort of, confirmed: "aha, so this is what these things look like". One thing would not be in the books though. Sakeema's clothing taste showed in the statues as well.

At first glance they were Greek myth style males & females, at second glance they all wore fetish clothing, with plenty of leather straps in plenty of places. "Lovely, aren't they?" she said, having seen my gaze."We try to change them regularly. It is such a nice way of coming home after work, you immediately forget the working day when they welcome you. As you can see, we have a specific style, Mordac and I, and unlike many others, we are not afraid to show so". Show indeed! As I walked by, the statues looked at me, curious at the newcomer, defiant and powerful even if bound and hogtied.

As I walked behind Sakeema trying to take this all in, my attention went from the statues to her (and back, of course). She had a distinct cat-walk over her, an eerie feline sensation. I could not help thinking of Natasja Kinsky in Catpeople. Suddenly I realised what had been nagging somewhere in my mind: all her clothes had no seams! It seemed each piece was cast, or welded, around her body. Looking at her back, I still could not see how that shirt was tightened the way it was. If this was the entrance, what would be next?

3. The living room and Mordac

The living room was almost a letdown. Perhaps I had expected some fetish chamber, but it was fairly normal, even with the expensive designer furniture. A man stood up from a deep sofa. He was sportily built, broad shoulders & chest, a sharply lined face. He could have modelled for greek-god-statues, if you catch my drift. His clothing was a bit more normal, resembling an impeccable English lord dressed for the soiree. As he extended his hand, however, his link with Sakeema showed. Some leather wrist cuffs showed discreetly under his sleeves. He saw I noticed and smiled. "Good evening, welcome to our humble house. I am Mordac.

I hope our entrance and Sakeema's outfit have not upset you?" "Not at all" I said, "it was a very pleasant surprise". Mordac flashed what seemed like a "Told you!" smile at Sakeema. "Yes, somehow we reckoned you wouldn't mind. It is one of the reasons we invited you, after we did…. some homework, shall we say. Please, have a seat. Can we offer you a drink? I believe you prefer red wine, would a Cote d'Oc do?"

I nodded. Somehow I was not surprised they knew this about me. If they could make a letter appear under my shirt, surely they could survey my drinks cabinet. Mordac snapped his fingers and mumbled some words. A tray came floating from somewhere behind, with three glasses of ruby red wine. I was surprised, and yet I was not. 4. The revelation.

Sakeema had sat herself next to Mordac and smiled at me. "I can see you are getting used to seeing magic. To answer your unasked question, yes, magic does indeed exist, as do magicians, the Ministry of Magic, virtually all as described by Miss Rowling. There is a distinct difference, however. Most of the magic in daily life is perhaps only half as exciting as described, but then again, the books would not sell if they did".

"The real Harry Potter lived next door to Miss Rowling, a bit like Ian Fleming knew a James Bond who was involved in secret work and made a great book-character out of it." Mordac added. "Actually, Miss Rowling is not the first one to make money on the real magicians. Anne Rice did the same marketing trick with vampire books. She found out the truth about her neighbours, and launched her own series of vampire books. Good marketing, I must say" I nodded slowly, trying to take all of this in."So can I assume you went to Hogwarts as well to learn your magic?"

Sakeema smiled proudly. "Yes of course we did. Our parents had taught us a lot as children already, so we had a bit of a head start, shall we say, versus the children who had just discovered their magic skills, like Harry. We graduated with honours from Slytherin House. Actually, it's where we met and discovered our mutual passion." She looked at Mordac, with a smile in her eyes, her bosom heaving under the shiny "shirt" "We are both keen on the not-so-legal side of Magic" Mordac continued. "The Hogwarts library is comparable to Muggle libraries, in that it has an Adult section as well.

Believe it or not, we literally bumped into each other while secretly flipping through books on erotic magic. The books fell down on similar chapters. We knew instantly we were meant for each other." Sakeema smiled, apparently her thoughts briefly flashing back to that life-changing moment."It was so great with Hogwarts having loads of secret rooms, when you are a horny teenager on a discovery tour. We discovered magic is much more fun for lust, then it is or making herbs & medicine. We could practise the real Kamasutra. It was originally a magic book, no normal Muggle can do all those positions, whereas for us it's a breeze if you know the right spells.

Mordac could take me in every possible position, I could make myself bend into impossible angles and he would pump into me for eternities and eternities. Hmm, it is such ecstasy to be intimately intertwined while floating on air"

I could imagine Hollywood would need quite some budget to make this aspect of Harry's magic into a movie, but then again, the DVD sales would probably be fairly good too.

Mordac changed the subject. "One of the practical sides of magic, is that we do not need fitness training to keep in shape. We both have same tastes as how a good looking man and woman should look like. Hence Sakeema's smooth curves, round hips and buttocks, firmly standing C-cup, and small waist. She looks ever so delightful when tightened in a corset, you know" he blinked.

Sakeema smiled approvingly. "Magic is not only used to fight evil, as Harry does. His books sell better with it, of course. Daily magic helps around the house, does the dishes, etc. Magic-for-fun is, well, simply much more fun. And we Slytherins don't really care what the Ministry of Magic tells us not to do."

Considering her outfit and the statues at the entrance, I could imagine Sakeema doing lots of things which a Ministery would not approve of

5. The demonstration.

Mordac had taken a look at me. I guess my face must have been a bit bewildered. “My dear, I have the feeling our visitor here has some problems taking this all in. We are forgetting, that what is all so normal to us is very new to him. Why don't we give him a small example of our possibilities?” She looked at me and smiled. “Of course, I had forgotten. I’m so sorry, I guess we got carried away. Will you show him something, dear?”. Mordac grinned. He looked at her mischievously and mumbled something like “Tighten”.

Sakeema gasped briefly, as her shirt tightened and accentuated her hour glass figure, her pants tightened and showed her buttocks even rounder, her heels went from 3”to at least 5”, if not 6”. Man, what a world gadget: a corset outfit with remote control! Sakeema sighed, closed her eyes and enjoyed being tightly held for a minute. Even if it must have been impossible, she seemed to squirm a little inside the “harness” that her clothing had become. When she opened her eyes she looked at him. “Hmm, Mordac, nice fit, just the way I like it. Can I do one for now? He nodded. She looked at me. “May I?

Trust me, you’ll like it” Before I could nod (she must have seen it in my eyes), she mumbled something I could not quite understand. Not that it mattered a split second later. A harness of some kind had suddenly wrapped itself around my torso, underneath my clothes, wrapped around my arms and upper legs like some kind of fish-net. I looked under my shirt and saw it was a leather strap harness, firm but not tight. There seemed to be some D-rings in some places, obviously for other kinds of use later on.

Even though I had dreamed about fetish gear for ages, I had never found the courage to actually try & buy some, nor had I had the girlfriends who shared this desire and who could have convinced me. I contemplated my harness for a moment. It actually felt quite good. It was not too tight, it seemed more like a uniform, made me feel powerful. I looked up and saw Sakeema smile at me. “Well, now that you finally have one, do you like it?”

I nodded, too dumbstruck still to speak. “You can keep it if you like, this one comes with normal Muggle buckles.” She looked at me, knowingly. "I have something else I think you might like. We've done a bit of homework, you see, and you seemed just the person close to our style, even if you haven't dared to admit it to yourself. You have quite a few hidden desires, don't you? And the harness may be just the beginning". I nodded, surprised she knew, yet relieved they made it sound so normal. I wondered what she was aiming at. She made a gesture and mentioned something under her breath.

Even though some deeper part of me should have known it coming, I still jumped from the seat as an anal plug appeared right where these things are intended. It vibrated and made some motions I could not immediately identify, but, like the harness, it felt good. It sent shivers around my hips, up my spine and down my toes. It even seemed to make penetrating motions, as if I was being taken while sitting in the chair. Within seconds, this new activity at the back of my pants had the front of my pant holding a pole like I hadn’t had for a long time, throbbing eagerly or some heavy action. But what kind of action?

Ever since I had noticed my curiosity for anal arousement, I had buried it as something homosexual, with which I did not want to be identified. But try as I might, fantasies of being taken from behind kept popping up from time to time, though usually by women with strap on gear. Now that I had one actually wriggling inside of me, it felt good, no, it felt great. Perhaps because it was a highly sensual woman who gave it to me, it was easier to accept it. After taking some time to enjoy this new excitement, I looked up at them. They both had this friendly look over them, like friends who have just helped you discover something about yourself.

They must have noticed my arousement, yet to them, this was perfectly normal. "Thank you. Thank you for this… gift, thank you for showing me to trust & follow my fantasies." It was all I could muster, but it seemed OK. They nodded in acknowledgement. Then Sakeema turned to Mordac, with a mischievous light in her eyes. “Mordac, I have the feeling our visitor would not mind another example” She looked at him as only long time lovers can do. Apparently he knew the gaze she gave him and mumbled again with that grin on his face. From behind Sakeema some glossy black ropes came slithering across the floor, like quick snakes.

They slid upwards along her legs and around her torso, knotting themselves along the way. Quickly Sakeema’s torso was wrapped in a rope-bondage-clothing, like a large fish net. She mmm’d in delight and admired herself as only women can do when trying new clothing. “Ooh, the Karada, how lovely, and the glossy black looks so good on my purple corset”. Mordac cast a quick glance to me. “Like this too, eh?“ he seemed to signal. I sure did. By now I did not need any proof that magic existed, but if this was their way of showing, I sure as hell did not mind some more “proof”. Mordac seemed to be on my wavelength as he mumbled something again.

Some other ropes came slithering towards Sakeema, white ones this time. They took hold of her arms, crossed them behind her back, a hand on each elbow. Soon her under arms were bound together, and her upper arms were bound to her torso, with the ropes going above and under her breast line, highlighting the feminine curvatures even more then the corset had done. How they had done it I could not figure out (would have loved a close examination), but the ropes had spun a beautiful web around her breasts, holding them tight and forwards. Was it wishful thinking, or did I see the ropes really taking turns in gently squeezing their prey? What a delicious sight!

I felt a strong desire to jump up and tear something off, Janet-Jackson style, to give those wonderful creatures some air, and caress them consolingly on their plight.

Then I remembered what they had just shown me: Trust your deeper desires. So I did stand up and walk over to inspect the ropes. I could feel the harness around my torso giving me confidence as I walked, the plug wiggling between my buttocks and sending electricity around my body. Hey, I had almost eaten those old Betty Page books as a teenager, and now I had this gorgeous woman tied up in front of me. I had dreamt of bound women thousands of times. You bet I was going to inspect this. Sakeema saw me coming and her eyes invited me over to inspect her. The rope work was excellent, symmetrical shapes, highlighting her every curve. "Can a Muggle ever do this?" I asked.

"Who knows?" she said, "but consider it a great excuse to try a lot". I took a closer look at ropes around her breast (needless to say, I was well beyond formal etiquette). My god, these ropes were indeed taking turns in squeezing them. Through the top of the corset, I could see some of their sumptuous shapes.

"I know what your thinking, go ahead" I heard Mordac saying from behind, "she is the nymphomaniac of us, and I am the voyeur". Could this be really true? I looked at her, she seemed to be waiting for some strong hands. A strong push up my behind took away my last scruples: I took hold of the corset-blouse around her breasts and tore off two pieces, exposing two wonderful shapes to some fresh air. They almost fell out and in spite of the ropes around them, I instinctively moved my hands to catch them. Gently I caressed Sakeema's breasts, fondled them and admired them up close.

"They're… simply beautiful" I said to her, and (daredevil that I had become) gently kissed her nipples, as a gentlemen would kiss a lady on the hands 100 years ago. She smiled and enjoyed the compliment. It was getting a bit too much at one go. I sat down next to her and simply looked at her breast bondage, her outfit, her boots, and etcetera. Sakeema looked down on herself, both enjoying and examining Mordac’s artwork. In a tone of an experienced critic she said “Very nice Hon Kikkou my dear, and the knots nicely symmetric too. I can not move at all.” She looked up at Mordac, a flicker of defiance in her smile.

“Well, almost not move at all” and mysteriously managed to pull a struggle underneath the corset & ropes. As if to show their solidarity, the breasts danced a bit as well in spite of their own bondage.

Mordac returned her smile. “My dear, you should know me by now. The Karada was merely the appetizer, the Hon Kikkou the main course, and the dessert is the finishing touch.” And mumbled something. This time some PVC tape or foil appeared from somewhere, a roll of red and a roll of black.

They wound themselves around and around Sakeema’s upper torso, again making a wonderful symmetric picture of red & black glossy lines, until she was totally vacuum packed. One could still see the ropes underneath the wrapping, her breasts were again packed (a strategic line of red around them) and the hour glass hips showed beautifully above her round hips.

She sighed in pleasure, it looked as if she was trying to feel each tight layer which was holding her: the corset, the Karada rope web, the Hon Kikkou rope arm holder and the generous amount of tape. Apparently pleased with what she felt, she walked over to a wall-high mirror and admired herself, swaying her hips, totally happy with her outfit. She was either totally oblivious to the fact she was bound and half mummified in front of a visitor, or it was an extra turn on for her. By now I reckoned she was an exhibitionist as well as a nymphomaniac.. Was I mistaken or did I see her shiver?

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