tied again

Debbie's eyes wander over your exposed body.

"I didn't realise that you shaved your pussy."

You don't answer. You're not at all sure what your friend wants. She seems determined not to free you. She's left the rope around your waist - is she going to retie the crotchrope? And what about the vibrator? After her mocking remark when she found it she put it on the dresser and hasn't looked at it since. And she didn't dig any deeper into the drawer after making her find - will she go back to it? Above all, will you ever be free? Your best hope might be Amy. You don't mind Amy seeing you tied up, and, now that the novelty's worn off, she might be persuaded to untie you. Your mind constructs a scenario where Debbie leaves you tied up for Amy to find, and Amy frees you.

"Debbie - Amy won't have run far. She'll be back soon and she'll look for me. After all, she left me tied up."

"She won't come bursting in. If she comes back and is worried about you I'll talk to her. Once she knows that you're with a friend she'll be fine. She'll probably forget all about what happened as soon as she turns on the TV."

"Now, first there's something I want to know. On the internet there are lots of pictures of women tied with their elbows touching behind them. I can't do it for Karl. Can you make your elbows touch?"

"I-I don't know. I've never tried. Won't it hurt?"

"Well, let's find out!"

She takes a length of rope, double it and loops it around your upper arms. She feed the free end of the rope through the loop and pulls.

"Owww... Stop it Debbie. I'll fall.. Ahhh..."

As your elbows are drawn together your balance threatens to go. With your knees and ankles tied you can only try to stay upright by contorting your body, and, as you do so, your thigh muscles again compress your swollen genitals.

"Ahh.. God..."

By the time you're balanced again your elbows are tied together behind you.

"Wow - you're really supple, aren't you? That was no trouble at all. And look at how it makes your tits stick out."

She reaches out and squeezes a nipple. "Did you almost cum when I was tying your arms?"

Suddenly you're angry. And there's no threat now of a tug on your crotchrope.

"Debbie, this isn't right! I'm not going to put on a performance for you. Get me untied right now!"

"Did you yell at Amy too? Well don't try it with me. Now what else is in this drawer that was making you so twitchy?"

Oh God, you thought she'd forgotten.

"Debbie..."

"Hey, what's this? How many vibes have you got? Hang on, this isn't a vibe - it's a butt plug! Karen, you've got a butt plug!"

"Debbie, please. Please put it back."

"Now you've got some explaining to do! I never thought you were into bondage, let alone anal. Have you actually had it up the ass?"

You want the ground to open up and swallow you.

"No! I mean, I haven't.. Please.."

"What else have you got in this drawer? Are you going to tell me, to save me looking?"

Just when you thought that things couldn't get any worse...

"Debbie - there's a gag. Under the blue skirt. And some lube, to go with the plug."

Debbie digs deeper into the drawer and finds a ball gag and a large tube of lubricant. She adds them to the vibrator that’s already on top of the dresser and turns to you with a smile.

“OK, I think you’ve got some explaining to do. All this stuff, and it’s funny how you just happened to have some rope handy when Amy wanted to play tie up games.”

“Debbie, I’m not telling you anything. It’s none of your business, and what I do in my own home is private. Just untie my arms, then go away. I’ll text you later, and maybe we can talk then.”