Ticklish tights

MacKenzie could tell that something has happened, but for a short time she could not tell what, and then she felt a ticklish sensation on her legs, weak at first, but growing stronger. She felt as if she was standing, nude, up to her waist in enchanted feathers, all tickling her sensuously, while Amanda watched her, waiting to see if she would try to escape, or just surrender to the sensation.

Of course she was not nude, she still had her shirt and her panties, it was just that they did not seem to be doing a good job of protecting her most erogenous bits from the exciting sensations that were arousing her. She was not going to surrender, not on stage in front of everybody, but her fishnet tights were now tormentors, rather than providing a bit of protection from the gaze of the assembled girls. As such, while all her other clothing had been all too eager to leave her body, she had to wrestle with her tights to get them down off her bottom and hips. They seemed to want to take her panties with them, but MacKenzie was determined to not to let that happen.

Her strip took quite a long time, with quite a lot of entertaining wriggling, and when her fishnet tights were round her ankles they suddenly seemed to shrink, binding her ankles together inescapably.

Now that MacKenzie could not move away, Invisible Girl took a step towards her, and MacKenzie lost her balance and fell backwards, not very far as she was already crouched down. MacKenzie tried to push herself away, but she was sitting on her shirt, with her ankles bound, and at first she was stuck. Overcompensating from the little push upwards she needed, she thrust her pelvis into the air as she pushed up and back. A voice from the audience called out "Twerk", but the gloved hands had missed their target shirt button.

Embarassed, MacKenzie pushed herself away from the threatening white cotton gloves reaching for the precious buttons keeping her shirt closed, but not doing the unnecessary and embarassing twerk. Retribution followed instantly, as the Invisble Girl easily undoes one of her shirt buttons. The lesson is clear both to MacKenzie and to the audience, who are now chanting "Twerk or strip !".

MacKenzie sat up on the stage, her bare legs, with ankles bound by her tights stretched in front of her. Although she would have loved to use her hands to cover her breasts, which were still jiggling behind the inadequate protection of her thin top they had to be on the stage, either side of her bottom. Knowing she could not cover herself was emabarassing, and yet somehow exciting. She leaned backwards which pushed her nipples against the thin material of her blouse, as if she were showing them off, particularly as, rather than covering up, she put her hands further back behind her on the stage, the motion keeping her breasts bouncing. She could briefly conceal them as she brought her bound ankles closer to her pantie covered bottom. She then scooted her bottom backwards, and allowed herself to fall back onto the stage, so she could take her weight on her shoulders and feet, for the twerk she needed to do to avoid punishment. Now she could sit up again, legs stretched in front of her, breasts more diplayed than she wanted, aware that having been briefly covered and then revealed made them more intersting than if were simply on partially covered display all the time. Despite this, MacKenzie could not think of any options, except to keep repeating this, as the chants of "Twerk or strip" reminded her of the consequences of disobedience.

Her movements took MacKenzie to one side of the stage, where she had an idea, she could keep twerking as required, but head for the back of the stage, where the audience would not have such a good view. Her desire for little more privacy took her in that direction, and punishment, in the form of the loss of another button followed immediately. "I was so stupid to think I could get away with that", thought MacKenzie "I deserve to be punished for my disobedience. This invisible girl, powered by the magic of my friend Amanda, is completely in charge, and she wants me slowly stripped in front of all these girls. I thought some of them were my friends, but they all seem to want to see me naked, and there is nothing I can do about it".

The thought that she was being turned into Amanda's naked **** girl, once in her mind was impossible to get out, even thought Mackenzie was finding the idea quite sexy and she did not think she should, but there seemed to be no way out. She was already showing a lot of flashes of her breasts every time she moved, as her blouse moved up her body as she twerked, or gaped open as she sat up.

Sooner or later she would get tired, and her twerks would not reach the expected standard, and another button would go, exposing her more every time she moved, or maybe just because it was what her mistress wanted - she was just a plaything after all, and her opions did not matter, she was doomed....