Girls who returned to school early

This was a university located in the suburbs. Because the new campus was rather remote, and it was summer vacation before the start of the new semester, the brand-new stadium was almost deserted, with only one or two students jogging. The sun had set, and the students playing soccer had gradually dispersed.
She arrived at the stadium at this time, carrying a heavy backpack. The last few joggers had also left. The stadium was empty in the twilight, with only the green grass occasionally swaying in the wind. Based on her experience, no one else would come after this, not even couples would choose this place at night; the grass, damp with the twilight, was the biggest obstacle.
She took off her glasses, opened her backpack, her heart pounding, and she even trembled slightly.
Inside the backpack were large rolls of rope, belts, and a pair of handcuffs, which jingled as they were taken out, the sound carrying far across the wide playground.
Her name was Xiaolin, and she was a self-bondage enthusiast. Ever since she was a child, playing cops and robbers, she enjoyed being tightly bound and then struggling helplessly. At home, she often tied herself up when no one was around, but in college, the dormitory provided no such option. This suppressed desire grew stronger, finally leading her to the sports field.
Her backpack contained her accumulated possessions from years of study, which she had brought back specifically for this summer's early return to school. She was going to enjoy herself before the semester started.
Taking off her coat, she shivered with excitement. This time, she had deliberately worn a long-sleeved black leotard, a piece she had kept from middle school. Having practiced gymnastics since childhood, her strength and flexibility were better than most. Her
figure had also developed beautifully in college, especially her breasts, which had seemed to inflate like balloons in the last two years, even the tight leotard couldn't hide them.
Taking off her shoes and socks, she walked barefoot along the edge of the field, feeling the cool breeze. Her fair little feet got wet, so she decided not to wear shoes.
First, she tied her two small big toes together with a short rope, then knotted it in the middle. The arch of her foot formed a beautiful curve. Then came the ankles, wrapping them multiple times before tightening them into a figure-eight shape. The knees were done the same.
Should she wear rope shorts? The thought made her shudder. Gritting her teeth, she decided to go all in. She wrapped the rope around her waist several times, then passed it through her pubic bone from the front, and then to her vagina, where she had already inserted a short, thick carrot. Next, the rope went up from behind her buttocks, passing through the rope at her lower back. She thought for a moment, then used her hands to pull her bound legs back, attaching the rope to her ankles. Now, as soon as she let go, her legs would naturally move backward, pulling the rope along. She bit her lip and slowly released her hands. The rope suddenly tightened, pushing her large member deeper. A strong stimulation made her cry out involuntarily.
Startled, she regretted not covering her mouth first. Better late than never, she desperately searched for a gag, biting it down and fastening the belt. Finally, she could moan freely.
A while passed, and she calmed herself, brushing a few stray strands of her long hair behind her ear. Next came the most crucial part: her hands. She put on a small leather collar, imagining herself as a slave girl. Then, she tied an oversized cable tie around the handcuffs from behind, through the collar, and on the other side, tied it to the rope leading to her ankles.
She pulled out the key, hesitated for a moment, then steeled herself and threw it forcefully onto the empty grass far away on the playground. This way, once her hands were cuffed, she would have to find a way across the track to reach the key on the grass.
She groped for the cold handcuffs behind her back, her heart pounding. Once she was cuffed, there was no turning back.
Finally, with a click, she cuffed her hands behind her back.
"Not quite there yet," she thought, her excitement already at its peak. Deciding to add more difficulty, she found the knot of the rope while her mind was still hazy. With a determined heart, she pulled hard, her hands rising almost to the collar, the other rope tightening as well, pulling her legs up into a horse-riding position.
She rolled on the ground, reveling in the pleasure of the restraint, reaching climax almost instantly. The more she struggled, the less she could break free. The ropes and foreign objects seemed to have entered her body; her hands and feet were no longer free, her body completely at her mercy. She fantasized, struggling and twisting for a while before finally collapsing to the ground.
After a while, she finally recovered, the cool night wind sending a shiver down her spine. Now she had to figure out how to clean up the mess. She lay on the ground in the horse-riding position, gradually gathering some strength. The grass, though still a dozen meters away, seemed like the horizon. She tried to wriggle, each movement of her legs pulling the ropes, stimulating her sensitive nerves. After struggling for ages, she'd only moved a few meters. Her twisting and turning only brought a new wave of climax.
The moon was high in the sky. If anyone came to this deserted playground, they would see a dark figure writhing laboriously in the night. Her hands were tied high behind her back, her feet were bound together and pulled back near her buttocks. She rolled and twisted her hips, her chest heaving violently from the intense movement and stimulation. Suppressed groans and gasps mingled with the wind.
Ten meters. Eight meters.
Her lower body was swollen and aching, her hands were also painfully bound. Her well-developed breasts, ravaged by countless frictions, were beyond repair; her nipples were engorged, like electric shocks striking her nerves on the verge of collapse.
Finally, she found it. Her mouth was gagged, and she could only use her mouth to dig the key out of the grass like a pig, then roll over and use her tied hands to grope for the lock. Sometimes she had to stop to slowly gather her strength.
Finally, the handcuffs were unlocked. She shakily untied the ropes, collapsed onto the grass, and almost burst into tears.

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