She leaves you tied

"I think I ought to do a little more investigating before tampering with the evidence. After all, this might be a crime scene."

"A crime scene? What the hell are you talking about? Amy tied me up and now she's run off. End of story. And Amy might be back any minute. Get me out of here!"

"Hmmm. But judging by the state of that leotard, and by the smell in here, I think you've been enjoying yourself. Am I right?"

Oh God...

"Please Debbie, just untie me."

"Oh no. You and I are going to have a little talk about what you've been up to. Otherwise I'm going to do this..."

She grabs the rope as it emerges from between your buttocks and pulls it. The rope tightens through your crotch, crushing your clitoris against your pubic bone. You feel yourself sliding rapidly towards the cliff edge...

"Ahhh.... Stoppitstoppitstoppit.. Please.. Urghhh..."

She lets go of the rope. You stagger to the bed and sit on the edge of it, fighting down your orgasm. You look up at a smiling Debbie.

"Why did you do that? That wasn't funny."

"I thought it was funny! OK, give. What have you been up to?"

You sigh. Given your situation there doesn't seem to much alternative to telling the truth. But you’re not going to admit that the original idea for playing tie up games was yours. That would be too embarrassing!

“We’d been watching this really cheesy old movie, one where the heroine got tied up and gagged. Amy said she could tie someone up better than that, I bet she couldn’t. We remembered that there were a lot of old ropes in the basement and it went from there.”

“Uh-huh. You were watching TV in a leotard? And did the heroine in the movie have a rope between her legs?”

“No, of course not. Amy did that all be herself. Then I couldn’t get loose.”

“So what happened then?”

You swallow. You’re not going to admit to everything that’s happened over the last hour or so.

“When I couldn’t get free I asked her to untie me. She wouldn’t, and I kind of yelled at her. Then she ran off.”

“So what are you doing in your room if you were watching TV downstairs?”

“Well, actually I was looking for a way out. We were in the front room, and there was nothing there which i could use to release me. I thought that Amy would come back and let me go.”

“Will you untie me now?”

“Seems a shame, when you’ve been having so much fun.”

“What do you mean.”

“Look at you. Your nipples are poking out. You’re flushed and sweaty. And your crotch is soaked. You’ve cum, haven’t you?”

Oh God. You and Debbie have talked about sex, but in a giggly sort of way. You’ve never told her about your interest in bondage.

“Yes. Yes I have. I couldn’t stop it. Please – please untie me.”

“In a minute. Perhaps. How many times? And what did it feel like?”

“Three times. After the first one Amy tried to untie me, but the knot was stuck, and all her pulling made it happen again. Then, after she ran off, I went upstairs and it happened again.”

“So what did it feel like?”

You’re not at all happy with this conversation, but you know what Debbie will do if you argue. And remembering the feelings that you had earlier is sending a flush through your body.

“It felt great, even though I didn’t want it to happen.”

“Please Debbie. Untie me. I have to find Amy.”