Try to be a gentleman

After stifling the urge to laugh, you start untying her crotch-rope. You're no boyscout, so it takes longer than expected. Her pantyhose is soft to the touch and does the bare minimum to hide what's beneath. This close to her spread legs it is very easy to see the outline of her red panties through the sheer nylon. Your mouth dries out surprisingly quickly. Hands shaking with excitement, you desperately try to focus on the rope and not the wet patch beneath it. The thick scent of a woman enduring her fantasy for hours prickles your nostrils. The firm press of your jeans against your erection doesn't help things.

Distractions be damned, you eventually free Sandra though it takes a few failed attempts. The exquisite brunette does her best to remain motionless while you work, but whenever you tug on the wrong loop, she gasps softly and twitches beneath you. Once you find the right strand to pull however, the whole harness devolves into a loose pile of ropes that quickly slithers under the bed when she starts moving her limbs.

A significant amount of the formerly bound woman's tension was undone with that knot. She visibly relaxes, letting out a slow breath and rolling her shoulders back, and you think... she thrusts her crotch slightly. With closed eyes and a placid expression, she breathes slowly like savoring the last scents of something.

Unfortunately, her moment of euphoria passes, and you see the hint of a grimace mar her face. Even though Sandra is undoubtedly horny, especially with you here, the situation has also clearly made her feel uneasy. A few jokes are alright, but you don't want to push it. The exhausted woman pulls her arms and legs into her before slowly rolling onto her side facing away from you.

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'll be right outside if you want anything." She nods, and you leave her be.

Waiting outside, you hear her move around and getting dressed. You start to wonder if you could have been more supportive if you'd stayed in the room, but she seemed very conflicted and even distraught to be caught by you in such a carnal state. It's better to let her process this by herself.

"Thank you again," she says rigidly emerging a minute later. Her handcuffs are still on, of course; their keys are themselves imprisoned by ice. It must have limited her options, but she made do. The ever-stylish young woman has put a knee-length knit skirt over her pantyhose and covered her wet blouse with a poncho-like shawl that matches her skirt. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that," she says defensively, "I will make it up to you if you let me."

"I'm not," you flatly counter. "Honestly, I thought it was kinda sexy to see you like that." You really hope this is the time for blunt honesty. She looks down at the tent in your jeans. "But more than that, I feel, um," you pause hoping to find the right words, "honored to have seen something so personal and ... intimate."

"It didn't make you feel uncomfortable?"

"The only thing I think you did wrong was not having any safety redundancies." The engineering side of yon kicks in. "Maybe next time you could let your roommate know what you're doing?"

She looks at you incredulously when you suggest Vivian. "I don't think she approves of women being tied up."

"I can't say for sure, but I think the hardcore feminist would love to help you remove men from your sex life."

The beautiful woman accepts your point with a smile and nod. Then she looks away, taking a moment to think about all the things you've said. Her striking features droop into face a contemplative frown. After a few minutes, Sandra turns back to you and smiles weakly. She leans into your side with a sigh. You wrap an arm around her, and she repositions, stepping in front of you to press into your chert and rest her chin on your shoulder. In response, you place your second arm around her, getting the closest you can to a hug with her cuffed hands squeezed between the two of you.

After breaking the hug, the bound damsel looks up at you with a thankful expression. She awkwardly jingles her shiny manacles and asks, "would you mind sticking around? I may need your help with some of the cooking."