Amy pouts. "OK, OK. Don't get so mad. I said I'd let you go."
Still trembling on the edge, you **** yourself to stay motionless as small hands fumble at the knot on the rope which ties your left ankle and thigh. Eventually it loosens, and, for the first time in an hour, you can straighten your leg, working out the stiffness in it.
A minute later and your right leg is free. You lie on your side, your arms still bound behind you, while you stretch you cramped legs.
Amy goes to work on your elbow bonds. Is she deliberately leaving your wrist ropes, and the crotchrope which is attached to them, until last?
Your elbows are free.
"Amy, wait a minute. Just let me get my breath."
There are two knots left - that on your wrists, and the one just below your navel where the crotchrope is tied off. If Amy starts pulling and tugging at the crotchrope knot you doubt that you'll be able to keep control of yourself.
"Amy, just undo my wrists please. Don't touch the crot.. Don't touch the other rope. I'll untie that when you've got my wrists loose."
You try to lock your hands against your butt as Amy picks at the knot. Anything to prevent the rope between your legs from moving...
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