It seems to take forever, but at last you feel the ropes around your wrists loosening. A second more and your hands are free.
Amy immediately moves away, probably fearful of a smack. But you have more immediate concerns. A few seconds to flex life back into your fingers, then you're fumbling at your waist for the knot in the crotchrope. As it comes free, the pressure on your clitoris is eased for the first time in an hour.
"Ohhh..."
You lie on your back and spread your legs wide so that you can gently ease the soaked rope out from between your labia. You reach behind your back for the rope where it emerges from between your buttocks and gently pull it free.
Then you're sitting on the front room carpet, surrounded by lengths of rope and with vivid red marks around your wrists, elbows, ankles and knees.
You look at Amy.
"Get me water."
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