Her bra strap undo itself

MacKenzie was relieved to be moving on from her horrible, if quite exciting, dream, when she was alarmed to feel her bra start to come undone - it seemed as the hooks were unfastening themselves. She reached inside her sleeveless shirt and jacket with both hands to try to fasten it again. There was not a lot of room, as her top was quite form fitting. As she felt around behind her back she felt her breasts drop slightly, no longer supported. Focussed on what was going on behind her, and trying to find the elusive ends of the bra strap, MacKenzie was taken completely be surprise when her bra, one of her favourites, turned from friendly supporter into lewd tormentor, the cups fondling her breasts.

Startled, MacKenzie tried to take her hands out from behind her back to protect her breasts, only to find that somehow her hands had become wrapped in straps. While she had been distracted it seemed as if the shoulder straps had worked their was off and were now tangled round her hands and wrists. As the groping of her bosom continued, MacKenzie realized that her inability to prevent this was not accidental. Her wrists were definately firmly bound together, so her fingers could only flutter uselessly inside her blouse.

MacKenzie felt an unexpected tingle at the knowlege that she was a helpless captive. She also noticed that Amanda seemed to be enjoying the show, and the thrill she felt from that was a surprise she did not have time to think about at the moment. Who knew her breasts better than her own bra, and having established who was the Mistress in this relationship, it was now showing it could be nice.

MacKenzie felt as if her breasts were being stroked gently, in just the way she liked the best. Unfortunately she and Amanda were still looking at each other, and MacKenzie could not help thinking of Amanda stroking her so expertly. Did Amanda not know that if she kept this up MacKenzie would start to get excited ? MacKenzie drew in a breath to beg her to stop, and was punished by firm pinches to her nipples, which were already firm and erect. It was too late, she was turned on, and by thinking about her best friend stroking her ! The worst, or maybe the best, thing about it - MacKenzie was no longer sure which, was that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Oh - Amanda", MacKenzie gasped, and suddenly her wrists were released, and her bra escaped from under her top, and flew across the stage to land on the far side.

For Amanda, surprise was being piled on surprise, first MacKenzie had gone very off script with the wrong dream, and now it looked, although there did seem to be something very strange going on, as if MacKenzie had simply removed her bra, with quite a bit of intersting jiggling to go with it, and thrown it across the stage - narrowly missing Amanda.

There was the way MacKenzie had cried out her name, which Amanda could not get out of her head, but Amanda had a show to run.