Stripped

"No let's get you more suitably dressed. Or undressed!"

Swiftly, she cuts through the shoulder straps of your leotard.

"Look at your nipples! They're like bell pushes."

"Debbie, don't.. This isn't right..."

"Stop complaining. And don't pretend you're not enjoying this. Now keep still while I cut this.." There's the hiss of splitting cloth as she slits the garment down both sides. Tattered material flops down over your pelvis and ass, but is held by the rope belt and crotchrope.

"Hmm. I think I'm going to have to take that crotchrope off. But I'm not having you try to run away when I do. Stay there."

She's gone, closing the door behind her. You take a pace towards it and immediately stagger against the wall as the crotchrope rubs against your clitoris. By the time you've regained control she's back, carrying the bundle of ropes from the front room that Amy used earlier.

"Now, let's see. This one. Right. Legs together!"

Obediently you put your feet together, shuddering as your thighs compress your swollen genitals.

Debbie ties your knees and ankles.

"Right, now we can lose that crotchrope. You can thank me later!"

She's behind you, fingers searching for the knot that ties the crotchrope to your wrist bonds. You moan as the rope moves. Then your wrists, though still tied, are no longer fixed to your butt and you feel the rope being pulled from between your buttocks. Debbie stands in front of you, pushes a hand between your thighs and grips the dangling end.

"Ready? This might sting a bit!"

She pulls, and the rope rips free from your labia.

"Ahh... Ohhh..."

She doesn't undo the knot on the rope belt, which is just below your navel, leaving the crotchrope dangling down the front of your legs. But now there's nothing to stop her stripping the torn leotard from you. You gasp again as the sodden material is pulled from between your legs, then you're standing in the middle of the floor, naked.