Damn her! She's just standing there, looking at you.
"Amy! The scissors. Get the scissors out of the drawer." You keep your bound wrists tight against your butt and stand with your legs apart. As long as you don't move you can stay in control. But why won't Amy help you?
"Amy - pick up the damn scissors!"
"No! You're yelling again. And I don't have to do what you say. I want to know why you get off on this"
Furious, you turn your back to the open drawer and take a pace towards it. You have no idea how you're going to reach into it, but the problem never arises because your movement triggers a sudden heat between your legs. You freeze again.
"Amy - for the last time..."
"I'm sick of you yelling at me. If you don't tell me what I want to know then I'm going to pull this.."
Horrified you watch as she extends a hand and grips the crotchrope as it runs down your belly. Instantly, you're teetering on the edge.
"NO! Amy, don't. Don't pull that. Pleasepleasepleaseplease. Stop. Ahhh.... Don't..."
She lets go. You spend the next half minute getting your breathing back under control and trying to ignore the fire between your legs.
What the hell do you do now? You can't stand here, trying not to cum on one hand and explaining your fetish to Amy on the other hand... You wonder exactly what she knows. Surely she's too young to have experimented? You thought you where, but maybe she's not? What do these damn school teach? She obviously knows that your crotch is sensitive, from the fact that she's tied a rope through it and will pull it if she doesn't get her way.
"Ahh.. OK, Amy. I'll explain some stuff for you, but then you have to let me go. Deal?"
"OK, go on then."
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