... likes to be the boss.

I look at Sarah, puzzled, not understanding what she means. Amy looks at Sarah too, and moves her free hand up towards my breast, where Sarah is holding me. Sarah instantly lets go of me, with an submissive look at Amy.

Amy takes hold of my nipple instead, holding both nipples quite firmly and suddenly I feel quite helpless. She pulls me even closer, and for a moment I think she is enjoying the feeling of rubbing herself against my hands, which are between our crotches.

'Get your hands out of there !' she says. I was only trying to save the last bit of modesty I could, but now I feel as if I was doing something wrong. She is pinching my nipples painfully to make sure I obey, and I take my hands away from protecting my vag. Now I can feel the material of her skirt directly against my skin. I am not sure what to do with my hands - my tender nipples are calling out 'rescue us', but I am too scared of Amy to do that, so I put them behind me, resting on my backside - which only serves to remind me that it, too, is bare.

She lets go of my nipples, but I don't dare move, as she presses her body against mine. I can feel how she is dressed and I am not, and now she is reaching round me - her sleeves (how I miss sleeves to cover my arms) brushing against my naked sides, as she takes my right hand and pulls it up behind my back, until the forearm is horizontal, and touching my left upper arm. Automatically, half guessing what she wants, I grasp my left arm in my right hand. The she does the same with my left hand, so I am standing with my arms held in place behind my back - a captive of myself.

'Stay' she says, like ordering a dog, and stands back to admire the effect.

I feel really exposed, and there is no way to cover myself. I imagine I am a princess, who has been captured by her rival and stripped naked by her Amazon warriors, or made to strip. I had tried to cover my nakedness, but they **** my arms behind by back and strap them in place with leather strips. I struggle against my imaginary bonds, knowing that I can not hide the way that my helplessness is turning me on.

Amy clicks her fingers and Sarah and Allyson step forward and ...