Yes - the blouse is coming off

"Not another one ", MacKenzie thought, as the gloved fingers of the Invisible Girl unfastened the penutiltimate button on her sleeveless white shirt. That, and her black panties, were her only remaining garments - MacKenzie did not count her fishnet tights, which were binding her ankles together, restricting her movements.

An audience of hundreds of girls were calling 'Twerk or strip' and MacKenzie resolved to try harder to avoid losing her last button. She brought her feet towards her bottom, and then pushed from her feet and her shoulders, arching her body, to push her pantie clad hips as high as they had ever been. She was sure she had done her best, and yet her Invisible Mistress was approaching her, reaching for the last blouse button, MacKenzie tried deperately to thrust even higher, as if offering herself, but her effort was in vain.

The blouse fell open, and MacKenzie did not dare try to close it. Next time she sat up the shoulders of the blouse fell half way down her arms. The audience were still commanding her to 'Twerk or strip', but with her arms tangled in the blouse MacKenzie could no longer put her hands to either side of her bottom to scoot backwards and had to put them directly behind her, before she scooted back a shorter distance and then lay back, this time onto her arms, still tangled in the blouse, which had slid down with her movement to almost around her wrists. At least if she did this manouvre again her wrists would be free of the blouse which was no longer providing any useful cover. MacKenzie brought her ankles toward her backside again, arching her back, which also took her weight off her hands and wrists, which seemed to good thing to her. She was aware that she was now topless, but there was nothing she could do about that.

Because her hands were now behind her, rather than beside her, it was more difficult to work out how to do the next scoot backwards, so MacKenzie's body was in an arch, her panties at the top of the arch, when she felt something start to slide up her arms. The legs of her tights, which were still binding her ankles, were reaching for her. She tried to pull away, but it was too late. Grabbing her arms above the blouse, and then sliding down, pulling the garment off, her tights were now tying her wrists as well as her ankles, and she felt then tightening and re-arranging, bringing her ankles and wrists into close proximity. It felt a bit like doing a Shoulder Supported Bridge in her yoga class, but without the pose being her choice.

MacKenzie pulled at the tights, without much effect, except that bow-tie-bat seemed to be attracted to the movement, fluttering round MacKenzies panties. 'If I struggle it will realize I am helpless', MacKenzie thought, freezing in place, and sighing in relief as the velvet bat lost interest and flew off.

'You seem to have got yourself into a bit of a bind', Amanda remarked, 'but wasn't there something you were supposed to be doing, with consequences if you stopped doing it ?'

'Twerk or strip' MacKenzie replied, blushing, 'Precisely - *you* are here to give the girls what they want - and you are not doing it' said Amanda firmly. 'But I am tied up - I tried to escape, but I cant' MacKenzie protested.

'I don't think you are trying hard enough - when I do my escapology there is always a bit of peril to add drama - I think you just need some incentive - let me see you struggle again' Amanda commanded. MacKenzie did her best to obey, struggling in her bonds, even though everything jiggled, and the bat returned to investigate her panties, and the bird which had been her bra flew over too. Suddenly it dropped over her face and blindfolded her !

This gave Amanda a wicked idea, it flashed into her mind, and she could not get it out. It would be so embarassing for MacKenzie, who was her friend after all. On the other hand MacKenzie had asked for a bigger role in the act ... (it had only been the one time, after a session where lots of minor things had gone wrong, and then Amanda had gone off to the bar to be congratulated by her sympathetic fans on how well she had done, leaving MacKenzie on her own to clear everything up and pack it away. Normally MacKenzie performed her assistant role with good grace, happy to let Amanda take the limelight, which is why her grumpy 'I don't see why it has to be all about you all the time' had come as a surprise, but also why it had stuck in Amanda's memory - but she had asked, sort of at least).