Up she goes

As Mackenzie watched the lever which controlled the direction of the winch disappear into Rosalyn's pocket her awareness of her naked vulnerability increased for two reasons; first, even if Lucile looked as if she sympathised with Mackenzie's plight - and may even have been a naked captive being pulled up herself - Lucile could only increase her torment, and did not seem inclined to disobey Rosalyn, second Rosalyn's mere possession of a pocket to put the lever into was a reminder to Mackenzie that although she had had a small pocked in her shorts, those now belonged, like all her clothes, to Rosalyn, and Mackenzie was the only unclothed person in the arcade.

The wheel made a loud clicking sound as Lucile turned it - a reminder that it only went one way. Mackenzie could watch it being shortened, and then a very change as the small weight of the nipple clamps was being lifted by the chain. Mackenzie watched apprehensively as the chain connected to the sturdy hoist structure above her continued it's upward journey. She could see the hook which attached it to the chain which were linked to the clamps gripping her sensitive nipples - clamps which she knew would tighten when the chain was pulled.

'Keep going until she can only just keep her heels on the ground' Roslyn ordered, and a short while later Mackenzie cried out 'Lucile - please stop - I am there' as she felt she was stretching up as far as she could. She felt really precarious - her nipples were definitely being pulled upwards - she could feel how well the clamps held them and knew they would not just slip off. Whenever she tried to relieve the sensation - not really painful, at least as much sensual - by raising herself a little onto her toes - she felt unbalanced. She had done a lot of ballet when younger, and wanted to be a ballerina until she developed a more curvaceous figure than her strict dance mistress thought suitable. All her training made her want to spread her arms for balance, but the cuffs was just as effective at preventing this as they were at preventing her from covering herself. This was not a welcome reminder that she was not only helpless, but naked, as Rosalyn approached her.

Rosalyn reached out and took hold of Mackenzie's bare breasts, with a cold analytical expression, and there was nothing Mackenzie could do to stop her. Rosalyn squeezed, stroked and poked, tugging surprisingly gently at the clamps holding the captive nipples. 'These will do - there is no way you are getting out of these', referring to the nipple clamps, ' nice and perky - you are obviously finding this exciting!', stroking Mackenzie's nipples, 'and you are presenting these nicely - just begging to be played with',fondling Mackenzie's breasts. She then frowned, and ran her right hand down Mackenzie's back, sensually stroking the bare, captive arms, and ending up stroking her backside. Meanwhile her left palm, flat against Mackenzie's skin, made its way slowly and deliberately down Mackenzie's front, heading for Mackenzie's labia, making little circling motions all the way down. The way Mackenzie pulled her own nipples every time she tried to squirm away was a constant reminder that there was no escape. She needed desperately to escape - the feeling of Rosalyn's hand rubbing her in such a sensitively place was making her excited, and the more turned on she became the more sensitive she was.

Rosalyn spanked Mackenzie sharply with her right hand. 'You are being a bad girl - trying to get away from me, even though there is no escape - good girls welcome the touch of their mistress, push into it wanting more'. When this was followed by another spank, and retreat was not an option anyway Mackenzie reluctantly moved her hips forward, pressing against Rosalyn's hand, which retreated in a frustrating way - eventually moving out of Mackenzie's reach. To her surprise she found that pushing her lower body forward had allowed her to the pull on her nipples as the slight arc she now formed had raised the angle of her breasts. Her new position delivered less nipple discomfort, at the price of being much more embarrassing.

'That is how you should stand' Rosalyn stated, 'offering yourself here *and* here' - she touched Mackenzie on her breasts and then her vulva. Mackenzie made the mistake of trying to retreat from Rosalyn's intimate touch, but the only way she could do this was to raise her heels from the ground again. 'Up' commanded Rosalyn, Lucile obeyed, the wheel clicked, and although Mackenzie had given up all hope of evading Rosalyn's delicately probing fingers the sensation of being held helplessly in position by her nipples was inescapable. Rosalyn was in complete control.

'How do you feel?' Rosalyn asked, still gently stroking the pussy which Mackenzie was presenting for her entertainment.

'I feel as if when you beat me in the games you did not just win my clothes you won me.' 'And does that turn you on ?'

Mackenzie blushed and did not respond.

'Up, one more click' Rosalyn ordered Lucile. 'Say it - so everyone can hear' she commanded Mackenzie.

'You won me when you won my clothes and now you own me and it turns me on' Mackenzie shouted, and more submissively 'Please don't pull my nipples up any more'.

'Now you are being good I wont punish you any more, but I will leave you like that to remind you that you have been a bad girl who deserved to be punished'

'Thank you mistress - I am sorry I was a bad girl and I deserve to be punished and stand here naked where I can watch you get more toys out of the grab machine'

This time Mackenzie did not resist as Rosalyn inserted a finger into her, sniffed it and announced 'I think you are almost ready, and I think I know just what to do with you next - don't go away!' 'You girls will enjoy watching this' she added to her audience.

Mackenzie had to stand up with her heels clear of the ground as she watched Roslyn at the grab machine. Eventually her calf muscles could take no more and she had to endure the pain from her nipples as the chain pulled on them and this distracted her from the strange sexy feelings she had been having from watching Roslyn.

When she was able to cautiously return to a higher position the submissive feelings came far stronger. 'it is my fault - I tried to hide my feelings from my mistress - I deserve this punishment, and she is right to keep me in cuffs. I know that if my hands were free I would try to cover up, but she won the right to see my body'

When she had to sink to the floor again she found that the nipple pain blended with the submissive sexy feelings, she knew Rosalyn was going to do something with her naked body, which would probably be highly embarrassing, as well as entertaining to the crowd of young females gathered to watch. Her helplessness was increasing her arousal, she knew there was nothing she could do to prevent Rosalyn doing whatever she intended, and she just wanted her to get on with it.

Eventually something dropped from the grab machine, Rosalyn turned back to Mackenzie, showing her prize to Mackenzie and the crowd, and grinning.