There was a girl bound hand and foot in the locker room.

I vaguely
remember it being my freshman year of college, early summer, a Saturday, around 9:30 pm. The sports field behind the school was quiet, and I was practicing basketball as usual. After a round of three-point shooting practice, I was a little tired and sat down to rest under the basket. Although I had an 80% success rate, the basketball still bounced far away quite often, and having to shoot and retrieve the ball at the same time was quite tiring. During my break, I saw the basketball team's locker room at the southernmost end of the sports field. I knew there were many basketballs in there; those who frequently watch the NBA should have seen the Three-Point Contest and know about the special basketball carts that can hold several basketballs—our school had one. I had seen the basketball team members leave their keys on the window bars before. If they did that today too, wouldn't I save a lot of effort and maybe even get a better basketball? So I went over. I felt around on the window bars for a while, and finally, on the window bars of a rooftop room at the southernmost end of the school, I actually found a key! I was excited, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.
The room was naturally dark, with a large bed used by the team members for resting. It was clean, and their clothes weren't messy. But!!! There was a dark shadow wriggling on the bed!!! What was going on??? After my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the changing room, I looked again and discovered... my goodness gracious... it was a girl with long, black hair, tightly bound and thrown onto the bed. How could this be??? Had a bondage girl fallen from the sky??? Upon closer inspection, I found that the girl's hands were tied behind her back, and her heels were bound up to her buttocks—this seemed to be the legendary "four-horse bondage"??? I was astonished; I had only seen such things online, never imagining I would encounter it in real life!! In my excitement, I also noticed... the girl seemed to be making soft moans, as if she had heard someone enter and was urgently calling for them. Although I was certain I wasn't the person she was waiting for, I'm a bondage enthusiast, so I wasn't too surprised and walked over. She had a specially made ball in her mouth—it must be the legendary gag! The straps at the back of the ball were pulled very tight, securing it firmly in her mouth. The girl's eyes were completely blindfolded, and she was facing inwards; even if her eyes weren't covered, she wouldn't be able to see anything. I loosened the straps and removed the ball from her mouth. She sensed my presence, a man's presence. I could feel her blood pressure rising. I smelled her faint fragrance. I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and we could both see each other. At this point, her blood pressure was probably skyrocketing. Watching her unconsciously twist her tightly bound limbs, I felt a sense of calm calm down. So I spoke, thinking I was being very gentlemanly: "Is there anything I can help you with?" She was shocked and couldn't utter a word. "If you mind, I can put that ball back on you." So I started to put the gag on her. "No, no, no!" she finally cried out in desperation, disregarding everything else. It seemed like the first sentence was inevitably followed by a second. Perhaps I'm just naturally perceived as a good person. Maybe she had no other choice. When she discovered I shared her interests, she was finally freed from fear and shame. I gradually recognized her too—it was Lulu, the girl I also liked, who had become the starting small forward on the basketball team! She was in the same year as me, in the class next to mine (although officially her class 0803 and my class 0804 were "next" classes, we actually had most of our classes together). She was 1.73 meters tall, with fair and delicate features, a very elegant girl with a graceful figure, healthy and beautiful curves. (However, according to my investigation, this seemingly delicate girl actually practices Taekwondo and Judo, and her legwork is quite impressive.) Now, observing her up close, I could actually see her chest. Perhaps her clothes hadn't been properly put back on after our earlier intimacy, leaving a gap that I could see. What a stroke of good fortune! But this wasn't mine, even though I liked her a lot. (Later I learned it was a game she and her boyfriend played; they both liked bondage—the girl liked being tied up, and the boy liked doing the tying. They'd been together for almost a year. Today was Saturday, and the playground was deserted. They'd come here in the evening and suddenly got excited. The young forward, without saying a word, tied his girlfriend up with a shoelace, picked her up, and took her into the locker room. The girl was initially reluctant, but after being pinned to the ground by the boy, she struggled a few times and quickly got into character. However, the young forward didn't tie her hands first, but her feet. There were jump ropes for training in the locker room. Although the girl resisted a little, once her legs were tied up, she posed little threat to the boy. The boy then used another shoelace to tightly tie the girl's hands behind her back.) Afterwards, he used jump rope to further tighten the bonds, making them very secure. He intended to make love, but the girl was in her fertile period, and after some intimacy, reason prevailed. The young forward, incredibly romantic, had his beautiful girlfriend bound and locked in the changing room like a pair of horses. He sped back to his dorm to get the necessary items, prolonging their enjoyment—truly enviable! But the young forward didn't return for over half an hour. Lulu's limbs were numb and a little painful. Although she was quite skilled, the young forward, through long practice, had excellent binding techniques, and the four-horse binding was inherently difficult to break free from. So no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape. (Just then, I arrived.) "Untie me first, I'm in so much pain," she said softly. I knew that at this point, she had no other choice. Being tightly bound in front of a "stranger," and unable to cry for help, she could only resign herself to fate. "Okay," I replied, still very much a gentleman. I started to untie her. Her hands were already securely bound by a shoelace in a cross shape, but after her boyfriend got the long rope, he added another layer of bindings for convenience, wrapping them four times around her upper arms and suspending her arms at a considerable angle. Without my help, even with her exceptional skills, how could she possibly free herself? She remained silent, but her breathing became heavier. Once completely untied, she gradually returned to normal, moving her hands and massaging her feet. It seemed she had forgotten how provocative and alluring her torn clothes were and hadn't bothered to put them back on. She was probably so tense that
she had become wanton. After resting for a few minutes, I said, "Your boyfriend will probably be back soon, I should go." I had just gotten up when I stepped on something I didn't recognize and fell back onto the bed, only to be stopped by her urgent call. "Wait, I don't want anyone else to know about our affair, and I don't want him to know that you saw us. (I just realized I stepped on one of a pair of high-heeled sandals.) You... just tie me up again like before. What happened today is between you and me, only heaven and earth know. Please don't tell anyone..." Who knows if I'll tell anyone? But I agreed. "He's not not coming back, is he? What will you do if he really doesn't come back?" I joked. "Then come back in an hour. If he really doesn't come back, then come and let me go. Anyway, you've already seen me tied up." "As she spoke, she handed me the rope, turned around, lowered her head, her hair obscuring her face, suppressing her overwhelming shame, and put her hands behind her back. I began to tie her up as before. My heart was surging. Although heaven is jealous of talent, and I am a handsome and intelligent man, this was the first time I had been so close to a pretty and slightly sexy girl, not to mention that she was the girl I liked. A little bit of virginity complex arose spontaneously, as if tying her up was as sacred as sleeping with her. She didn't resist at all, and even when I tied the knot too tightly, she didn't make a sound. But I still noticed carefully, so I loosened it and re-tied it. She turned around and refused: 'Don't do this, he'll find out.'... She said that her boyfriend always tied her wrists very tightly, firmly. I couldn't help but feel a little chivalrous and blurted out: 'If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn't want to tie you so tightly.'" She suddenly turned to look at me, her eyes seeming to hold everything. Her eyes, like two crystals in the darkness, captivated me. My hands trembled, and I swore once more that if she ever fell into my arms, I would never tie her so tightly. (But when that day came, I broke my promise.) I don't know what she was thinking as I turned and left. I also don't know what she was feeling, tied up in the changing room while I locked the door and left. She at least knew that two men had tied her up and both wanted to have sex with her (you know what I mean), and both had a chance. No matter who came, she could only submit. And not only was she physically unable to resist, but she had also mentally given up, surrendering completely.

I honestly don't know how I got through the next hour and a half. All I remember is that when the clock struck half past one, I lost all sense of direction and rushed straight to the locker room. I was willing to fight to the death. All my inner turmoil was overshadowed by overwhelming excitement. As I tiptoed to the back window, I heard her moan. It was just her moaning. Without hesitation, I rushed in, pulled her into my arms, and forgot everything else. I gave her the freedom to resist with her voice, but she didn't. She probably realized that resisting with her voice was useless, so she simply gave up, remaining silent despite my burning passion. I untied the ropes binding her, leaving only a shoelace tightly binding her hands and another tightly binding her feet, and then I wanted to… … But just then, the school team's small forward rushed in!!!
This completely surprised the three people present. (When the small forward arrived, he was shocked to find the locker room wide open. He knew something was wrong and rushed in.) I had played against this school team small forward several times before, only to later find out he was Lulu's boyfriend! I was so frustrated! I noticed Lulu at the first college-wide assembly, and by the first month of military training, I was completely smitten. I planned to confess to her before the end of the year, but then I unexpectedly heard she already had a boyfriend! Later, during a game of basketball, I found out... Sigh, this kind of frustration is hard to describe in a few words... Now, let's think about what to do! I naturally abandoned my original plan and instead untied Lulu's ropes, speaking first: "Is it you?" "Yes," the small forward replied. He was surprised, yet understandably didn't react. I think I know why; he knew he wasn't being fair to Lulu. "Why did you tie your girlfriend up like that?" I asked accusingly. "This..." He was stumped, speechless for a moment. I secretly gloated; he didn't know I was also a bondage enthusiast and was treating me like an amateur. I finally untied Lulu completely. She seemed calmer now and asked the small forward, "You... why are you so late? I... I..." The two seemed a little uncomfortable talking. I knew why—they couldn't speak with me there. "Let me clarify, I didn't mean to go into the locker room. I just wanted to borrow some balls to practice shooting. I didn't do anything. I'm going back to practice. You guys talk." I grabbed a few basketballs, put them in the basketball cart, and pushed it out. "Wait, don't go yet. I have something to say to you." The small forward seemed to have recovered, and his tone became more forceful. "Of course. But I can go out and shoot some hoops now, right? Do you think I'd run away with a basketball cart and all these basketballs?" I replied with a slightly mocking tone. "...Okay, whatever you want..." It seems the small forward is still a bit confused.
Having played in national-level competitions in high school, I continued practicing my shooting. After numerous competitions, nothing really affected my mindset when playing basketball. But speaking of basketball, I'm really unhappy about entering university. The school team is only open to sophomores and above; freshmen, no matter how good they are, can't make it. The school team's center is 206cm, power forward is 198cm, small forward is 190cm, shooting guard is 188cm, and point guard is 181cm. The small forward's main task is scoring, with some rebounding and assists. However, this small forward isn't tall enough. Our shooting guards aren't much shorter than him. Although he scores well, because of his lack of height, he often becomes the opponent's main offensive target on defense. In contrast, my roommate and I were high school classmates, and we even competed in the national tournament together. He's 193cm tall, and his scoring and defense are both top-notch. He completely dominated this guy in our previous practice sessions, but unfortunately, he still couldn't make the school team. Thinking about things while shooting definitely affected my accuracy. It's only around 60% now.
Just as I was about to shoot, I heard some unusual noises coming from the locker room. I rushed over.

Oh my god, what's going on? The small forward was lying on the ground, and Lulu was covering half her face, sobbing. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Don't hit her!" Seeing the small forward get up and rush at me again, I quickly pulled him back. "Can't we talk things out?"
This time he turned his attention to me: "You, did you do anything to her?!" He looked quite angry.
I laughed, "Of course not, you saw it when you rushed in. I just untied the ropes on her, nothing else."
"How can I believe that? I've heard you're interested in her."
So he knew! "Do you have any proof? No proof..." My smile vanished, but I remained calm.
But the small forward interrupted me. "You were here before I saw that, weren't you?" He glared at me fiercely. Lulu beside me couldn't help but tremble.
"I admire your technique, the tying is so good, honestly it looks very realistic, but you made a big mistake with the elbow joints." He rushed over, grabbed Lulu's arm, roughly pulled it towards me, and placed it in front of me.
"Wh...what?" I was shocked. Oh no, I hadn't noticed, when the small forward tied it, it seemed to have tied it below Lulu's elbows, on her forearms... while I tied it above her elbows, on my upper arms, according to my own habits... So... there were rope marks above and below Lulu's elbow joints!!!
But despite my shock, I hadn't actually done anything to Lulu; at most, I was just relieved I hadn't actually slept with her, so I wasn't too panicked.
"Okay, you found out, but what does that prove?" The small forward seemed about to continue being aggressive, but I raised my voice too. Back in the day, I was a master at encouraging my teammates on the court. "I just walked in by accident. She said she was tied up too tightly and asked me to untie her, so I did. You should know how uncomfortable it must be for a girl to be tied up like that. She said you should have been back soon. So where were you?" I paused, and the small forward seemed unconvinced, about to say something, but my voice drowned him out again: "As for why I didn't tell you, it was to avoid misunderstandings. Besides, if I really wanted to sleep with her, why would I have untied her? You probably know she's quite skilled; didn't you just take her down?" Although I was a little caught off guard, I remained quite calm. "This..." The small forward was truly speechless this time. "Damn it, if I had known it would be like this, I would have just pretended not to see anything. Now look at all this trouble." I continued to complain, as if I had never intended to sleep with her.

Lulu was still sobbing. I gave her a pack of tissues to wipe her tears, a gesture that made Xiao Qianfeng even more uncomfortable. "I've already explained, now... what else do you have to say..." But I froze halfway through my sentence. There was a trace of blood at the corner of Lulu's mouth! "XX Lu (Lulu's name), there's a trace of blood at the corner of your right mouth... Are you... are you alright?" I was heartbroken and also quite annoyed. Lulu wiped it with the tissue, and there really was blood! She was a little stunned herself. Xiao Qianfeng then noticed, but instead of apologizing to Lulu, he stubbornly insisted, "How do I know you didn't sleep with her and then tie her up? What man wouldn't have that thought in that situation?" He had indeed hit the nail on the head. Luckily, I hadn't actually slept with her, or the consequences would have been unimaginable. "That's rape, that's illegal, it's a criminal offense, you'll go to jail. I'm not that stupid," I replied casually. "Idiot, who would believe you? How many girls would choose to expose their rapist after being raped? That would just ruin their virginity." "You seem to know a lot about these things, huh?" I started to feel disgusted by his strong suspicion. "I'm starting to suspect that you might have done it." "Don't talk nonsense! What right do you have to insult me like that?!" The little forward was very angry. "I'm talking nonsense? You're not talking nonsense either! What right do you have to say I slept with her? How can you treat your girlfriend like this? Tying her up so tightly and leaving her alone in the locker room, and you didn't come back for ages. If I didn't go in, how long would Lulu suffer? I can't allow the girl I like to suffer like this. I haven't even asked you what you've been doing for so long." My temper flared up too. "If you have the guts, tell Lulu what you've been doing. Can't you reflect on your own actions before you act? To put it bluntly, even if she really was raped, it's your responsibility."
"This..." The young forward was speechless. I started to dislike this person; all he did was doubt others and never reflect on himself. I looked at Lulu again; her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, filled with grievance. "Are you alright?" I asked gently. "No... I'm fine... but... even my dad wouldn't bear to hit me like this..." she said weakly, turning to face the young forward: "I really haven't done anything wrong to you. It was me who asked him to untie me, and it was me who asked him to tie me up again so you wouldn't find out and cause a misunderstanding, but..." She couldn't finish her sentence and turned her back. "Let me finish what I was saying. To put it bluntly, I shouldn't have come in, and tying her up by mistake was even more wrong. It's all my fault that she was misunderstood and hit by you." I continued, speaking to the young forward. "No, no, no, that's not what I meant," Lulu's reaction was a bit extreme. "If he had come back on time, none of this would have happened."
Just then, a group of school basketball team members rushed in. Seeing the scene—me and the small forward facing off, Lulu with her back turned, seemingly sobbing—they were all stunned. "You called us saying you had something to say? What is it?" everyone asked the small forward. "Is that even a question? I called you guys to come and shoot me." Before the small forward could answer, I spoke first. "You're ruthless! You're going to beat me up just because you can't explain yourself to so many people? Fine, hit me if you want. I'm not going to escape anyway. If I'd known you were this kind of person, I would have run away. I'd die anyway if I couldn't explain myself!" The crowd was already confused when they saw me, and they were even more bewildered by what I said. They turned to the young forward and asked, "I don't believe xxx (my name) would do something like this? Do you have any proof?" "This isn't a joke. At a university of our caliber, the students are definitely of high quality. Would something like this happen? It's not that far-fetched." "The most important thing is that I've interacted with those guys, and I feel like he's a decent person, not the kind of person who would do something like this." "What you two are doing is none of my business. But you shouldn't have treated xx Lu (Lulu's name) like that. Was she wrong? Even if something like this really happened, it's still your fault." I took this opportunity to comfort Lulu, and she didn't react much; she seemed quite natural. I was also pleased to hear someone in the crowd say, "These two talk so naturally, it doesn't seem like something like that happened. They go to class together every day." In short, their statements were all in my favor, and they all wanted him to apologize to Lulu. (Most of the time, I am indeed a good person—humble, easygoing, and approachable. I get along well with many people, and I have good personal qualities. To put it more narcissistically, as mentioned before, I'm "intelligent, brave, and handsome." However, I don't know why I have a particular fondness for bondage. Maybe it's because when I was little, around four or five years old, I was often naughty and mischievous when I slept in the same bed with my mother during nap time, and she often tied my hands and feet. This is the only thing I feel ashamed of.) The little forward then walked over to Lulu, wanting to apologize to her (or something like that), but Lulu seemed to feel greatly humiliated and pushed him away forcefully. "Okay, I'll accept whatever you do to me. Let's take her back to her dorm to rest and sleep, and then we can talk about these issues," I said. "Yeah, that's right, that's how it should be." Everyone agreed. "You should go back first too. Why should we do anything to you? You didn't do anything wrong." The vice-captain of the school team was among them. He thought I was exaggerating and laughed. He greeted me, then grabbed the small forward and, along with the others, escorted Lulu back. I followed them back to the dormitory at a distance.

The
next day was Sunday. I got up at 9:30 as usual, not thinking too much about what happened last night, and played Warcraft with my old buddies. After lunch, we went to the basketball court to reserve a court for practice and played some games until about 5 pm. Then I took a shower, ate and drank my fill, and went to evening self-study. At first, I didn't see Lulu, which I found a bit strange. She never missed or was late for evening self-study. Although she wasn't particularly smart, she studied very hard and had excellent grades. However, she and her roommates arrived shortly after the bell rang. She was still as beautiful as ever, and when she saw me, she acted very calmly, greeting me as if nothing had happened yesterday, and even sat down next to me—don't be surprised, she has an organic chemistry exam next Thursday, and I've already told her I'll help her review these days. (Speaking of which, I have to mention again, Lulu and I are from the same hometown in Wuhan, but one of us is in Hankou and the other in Wuchang; after we met in school, we've always had a good relationship, and there were rumors behind our backs that we were a couple. But at that time, although I liked her, I still felt that I should be friends with her first, get to know her better, and then pursue her. Many Capricorns develop their relationships from friendships. However, less than two months later, I unexpectedly heard that she had a boyfriend, a senior from the year above... Sigh, never mind, it's too tragic to think about...) I must say, she was indeed a diligent student, taking many chemistry notes, but she still only had a vague understanding of many parts. That's what I explained to her.
Time flew by, and the two and a half hours of self-study time passed quickly. Most people left early, leaving only us in the classroom. This was unusual, as the small forward usually came to the classroom, and the two of them would walk around the campus together, returning just before lights out.
"Where's your boyfriend?" I asked cautiously, my tone hesitant. "..." Lulu acted as if she hadn't heard anything, saying nothing, quickly packing her things, giving me a hasty greeting, and leaving. I felt awkward pressing her to tell me what had happened, so I packed my things and left too. Walking along the road, I thought again of how tightly she was bound last night, and my lower body involuntarily tightened. I clearly remembered that her ankles were bound with nearly twenty ropes, far exceeding the ten ropes binding her wrists. It was clear how terrified the small forward was of her legs. Three ropes were bound at each of her elbows and knees; five ropes reinforced her torso, keeping her arms tightly pressed against her back; three ropes bound her calves and thighs together, and that wasn't all—the ropes on her wrists and ankles were connected. Although I felt this kind of binding was a bit much for a girl, I still felt a strange excitement.

That night, back in the dorm, chatting with her roommates, I remembered something—last semester, on the final physics exam, I casually scored 87, while Lulu scored 95. However, Xiao Qianfeng, who only scored 74, actually said to Lulu, "Not bad, you didn't embarrass me." (PS: The second-year pharmaceutical students took medical physics with us first-year clinical medicine students.) What kind of talk is that? I felt very annoyed. The girl was so much better than him, and instead of praising her, he said "You didn't embarrass me," as if he were some kind of genius. Her roommates also said they didn't like Xiao Qianfeng; he was too self-centered. The two often had small conflicts, and Lulu sometimes ignored him.
I had an urge to take Lulu in.
For the next month, Xiao Qianfeng rarely appeared in our study room. The two times he did come in and sat in front of Lulu, he was ignored both times. He actually wanted to lash out, but he didn't dare to act arrogantly in front of other classes, and ultimately could only leave helplessly. Therefore, I felt I had a chance.
However, what I regret most is not timing Lulu's return home well. After finishing her last exam, Human Physiology, Lulu packed her bags and went home immediately, and I couldn't act before summer vacation.
Summer vacation is a tough time, but it's only forty-three days, almost no different from the forty-two days of winter vacation. During the vacation, I could basically only chat with Lulu through QQ and Renren (a Chinese social networking site). Although I didn't know if she and the small forward had broken up, I still gave her many hints. Although she didn't respond much, I felt there was still a good chance.

The first batch of basketball team rosters was released, and my roommate and I were selected. We had to go to school for the selection process.
Now, the senior students have left the basketball team, and a new round of selections has begun. The former vice-captain has been promoted to captain, and the small forward is still on the team, but his starting position is precarious under the threat of my roommate.
During one-on-one and one-on-one defense practice that day, I was facing a small forward, which ignited my fighting spirit. I was quite dissatisfied with how he treated Lulu last time and had been looking for an opportunity to vent my frustration. However, it was clear that he was also holding a grudge against me for "ruining" their plans last time. Perhaps this would be a fierce contest.
However, the small forward's skills were indeed inferior to mine. Aside from being 6cm taller, he had no other advantages. His offensive skills were fairly comprehensive, but none were particularly outstanding, and his defense was average (this scrimmage allowed rebounding, regardless of whether a basket was made, with both players taking turns on offense/defense). Offensively, my combination of drives, mid-range shots, and long-range shots left him with few options. Defensively, his wingspan and jumping ability were somewhat lacking. His rebounding ability was also indeed not strong enough (I had noticed this in previous games). Ultimately, I easily ended the one-on-one with a score of 10-4.
After I fooled his defense and ended the scrimmage with a three-pointer (in this scrimmage, regardless of how many points were made, it only counted as one), he angrily picked up the basketball and threw it to the ground. But a loss is a loss, and there was nothing he could do. After practice, he gathered his things, didn't say goodbye to anyone, and left without looking back. The next day, he didn't come to practice at all; I heard that "his girlfriend completely rejected him," and I was secretly pleased.

Finally ,
school started! I patiently observed and discovered that Xiao Qianfeng seemed to have found someone new. I inquired with classmates and learned that he really hadn't contacted Lulu again. It seemed they had truly broken up, and that girl was probably Xiao Qianfeng's new girlfriend. So I took the initiative and launched my pursuit of Lulu. But this time, every time she saw me on campus, she turned away as if she didn't recognize me, which frustrated me greatly. However, I was confident because I had grasped her most secret—a secret that could bring her happiness. Finally, almost a month after the start of the semester, I mustered my courage and said to her, "I have something to tell you. I'll be waiting for you on the field after evening self-study tonight. You have to come!"
It was late summer, and the large playground was as quiet as it had been in early summer. There were a few people at first, but they all left. Around 10 pm, I waited for over an hour, the playground completely silent. I threw the rope on the ground and sat there quietly. She finally arrived, albeit late.
"Why do you always avoid me?" I stood up from the grass and turned to ask her.
"Let me ask you a question first. When you came in for the second time last time, were you trying to sleep with me?" Lulu finally brought up the thing that was bothering her.
I took a deep breath. "Yes. Your boyfriend didn't come for ages, and I really couldn't control myself. I felt like I'd fight him to the death. You know I really like you. You should have known that when we first met." "
He was your ex-boyfriend," Lulu corrected me first. "I definitely felt it. You're very honest. I think if it were any other guy in that situation..." She didn't finish her sentence. I knew what she meant. The first time I went into the changing room, I didn't sleep with her. Instead, I untied her. It's hard to say what would have happened with any other guy.
"Um... I... I actually liked you from the beginning. After a year of getting to know each other, I think you're much better than him." Lulu's face turned a little red, and she didn't look at me directly. "...You're a really good person. I should have rejected him and chosen you instead."
"Ah, you liked me from the beginning?" I was shocked. "I really didn't realize that..." "Um, what did he do to make you agree to be with him..." I asked cautiously.
"We've known each other for three months (to clarify, actually three and a half months—the first month was military training, then two and a half months of classes), and I feel like you probably like me too, but since you haven't made any moves, I've started to doubt whether you really like me." She looked at me reproachfully. "...Well...okay, my initial plan was to get to know each other better and talk about it at the end of the year..." I said, annoyed.
"University is all about speed, isn't it? Girls pursue boys all the time, you're too conservative." Lulu said, "Look at those girls in our dorm, they got picked up by boys right after military training...Looks like you're afraid of rejection." As Lulu spoke, she noticed my expression and seemed to understand something. "This...no...that's right...Looks like you know me pretty well..." I felt a little embarrassed, having been seen through.
"Sigh, lots of people get rejected after confessing their feelings in college, so what?" Lulu laughed, covering her mouth with her hand—a gesture I found quite beautiful. "Afraid we can't be friends? There was a popular saying online: 'The best way to be friends with a girl is to confess to her.'" "..." I was speechless. "You've hit the nail on the head almost every time..."
"Sigh... But I didn't dare tell you these things directly back then... I was wondering if you actually liked me... While you weren't making any moves, he came to find me and gave me a very expensive ring. His family seems quite wealthy," Lulu added, her expression a little stiff. "Such an expensive gift, I felt bad refusing it, so I planned to try dating him first and see if it worked out."
"And then you found out he liked KB?" I guessed what was coming next. "Uh...sigh, yes." Lulu blushed terribly, and even in the darkness, I could see it clearly. "I don't know why I like being tied up..."

I saw this as an opportunity and impulsively grabbed a rope, intending to bind her. But I had forgotten something I shouldn't have... When she realized my intention, she grabbed my arm and, with a national-level judo technique, slammed me to the ground like a sack. I was almost numb from the fall. She stepped on me, twisted one of my arms, and with a slight exertion, I cried out in pain. I was completely subdued. Then she tightly bound my hands and feet, leaving me paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.
"You're in such a hurry? Don't you know that haste makes waste?" She grinned mischievously and kicked me three times, not too hard, not too soft. "Forgot about my wrestling skills?"
"Ouch, ouch, stop kicking me... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that..." I was very remorseful. "...Uh... You learned this, is it for...?" "Not bad, you're very smart. I still have to protect myself. There are all kinds of people in this world." Lulu said smugly.
"Then why did he tie you up last time? Didn't you just throw him down?" I was surprised.
"Sigh, I really didn't expect him to try to tie me up that day." Lulu sighed, looking into the distance. "He just tied me up the day before... You should have seen it, I was wearing high-heeled sandals without socks that day, which made it very difficult to move around. He happened to have a spare pair of shoes and a spare shoelace after training, so he just pulled out the shoelace and tried to tie me up. Although I didn't want to, I couldn't move easily, and I tripped during the struggle. He's so strong, and when he pressed down on me, I could only surrender... I ended up knocking him down because I wasn't wearing those shoes at the time, otherwise I probably would have been the one who fell..." "
Hmm, you mentioned shoes, I remember that. He also tied your legs first, right?" I guessed. “That’s right. Compared to my hand skills, he was more afraid of my leg skills. If he tied me up from behind, I could even lift my legs and kick them behind me. But once he tied me up, I couldn’t do anything about it. Anyway, letting him tie me up wasn’t such a bad thing, so I simply stopped resisting.”
“But you didn’t expect…” I was about to say when Lulu interrupted me, “but what surprised me even more was that he wanted to have sex with me. I really didn’t want to, and I resisted desperately. He tried for a long time but couldn’t completely make me submit, so he gave up for the time being. He secured me and then went back to the dormitory, saying he needed to get his equipment.”
“This…” I was a little shocked. “Sigh, I didn’t want to, but I was tied up like that, so it was only a matter of time before I submitted… I had to accept my fate even if I didn’t want to…” She paused, “But what was unexpected was that you came. Actually, I should thank you. I really didn’t want to give him my first time.” Lulu’s face was burning red, and she turned her face away so I couldn’t see it.
“But why did he take so long to go back?” I asked. “That’s also the direct reason why I broke up with him.” Lulu turned to look at me. "The girls in his department asked him to help them move dorms, and he actually went."
"What? That's allowed?" I was shocked. "Sigh, I know what kind of person he is," Lulu said with a hint of resentment, "He's always looking for something better than what he has."
There was a moment of silence. I spoke first. "But tying me up like this reminds me of someone, my mom."
"Huh? What does this have to do with your mother?" Lulu asked curiously.
"When I was little, I slept in the same bed with my mom for afternoon naps, but I was always so excited at noon that I tossed and turned, preventing my mom from resting. So, she had to tie my hands and feet with strips of cloth so she could finally sleep," I replied, blushing.
"Hahahaha..." Lulu laughed heartily. "Your mom really has some ideas! Why didn't she put you on the sofa?"
"...That was my grandma's house. There was no sofa. They were renovating, and my grandparents were visiting relatives in America. Back then, they only had two beds, a wire bed that wasn't comfortable."
"Looks like your mother treated you well, didn't make you sleep on the wire bed." Lulu smiled, stood up, dusted herself off, and sat down next to me again.
"Back in elementary school, probably fourth grade, I had another funny experience," I said. "During the last class before school ended, a pretty cute girl in front of me made a bet with her seatmate and lost... Oh, her seatmate was a boy." Seeing that Lulu didn't seem too surprised, I added. "Huh? That's interesting, so she willingly got tied up?" "Yes, they used some kind of binding material to tie her hands up ten times." "...Your teacher didn't care?" "The teacher wasn't there that afternoon. So it was fine. But the most ridiculous thing is that this girl used her teeth and untied herself in half the time it took to tie her up... Incredibly fast... I was quite surprised." "
Haha, you sadist, you liked watching girls get tied up when you were little?" Lulu pretended to be contemptuous, then a glint of light appeared in her eyes, "My love for being tied up probably started when I was in the third grade of elementary school, it's a long story. Are you interested in hearing it?" Lulu asked me.
"I'm curious too, go ahead and tell me." I was already very curious about this tall and beautiful girl liking to be tied up, and now I couldn't wait any longer.
“That early summer, because the city was holding a primary and secondary school sports meet, I was honored to become a member of our school's gymnastics team after being selected by the school's physical education teachers. The physical education teacher's surname was Huang, and he was thirty years old and still unmarried. Under his almost perverse and cruel training, I received contortion training that I had never experienced before in my life. In order to make my limbs reach the maximum flexibility required for gymnastics, Teacher Huang often did small stretches for me. The process of stretching was long and painful, and I will never forget it.” As Lulu spoke, a strange light shone in her eyes. I collapsed to the ground, somewhat surprised.
"One of the methods was binding. I was bound hand and foot by Teacher Huang all day long. He tied my little body up in all sorts of ways, sometimes even hanging me upside down from the ceiling fan hook in his dormitory like a pair of horses with their hooves tucked together. Other times, he would strip me down to just my tank top and briefs, first binding my hands behind my back with hemp rope, then threading the rope through a noose behind my neck, hoisting my little hands behind my head and binding them tightly. He told me that this was the way death row inmates were bound, but it was perfect for stretching muscles."
"My God!!" I was extremely surprised, almost dumbfounded.
"But what I found most unbearable and extremely painful was that after my upper body was bound tightly, they tied my feet up as well, and then pulled the rope little by little towards the back of my head until my little body was bent into an arc and my little toes were almost touching my little head. Only then did Teacher Huang tie a knot and button it up, stuff my little mouth with my sock, and use my red scarf to tie the stuffed mouth with a knot at the back of my head." Although this should have been very painful, what I saw on Lulu's face was not pain but excitement.
"And that wasn't all. Teacher Huang also used his shoelaces to tightly bind my two big toes together, then used a thinner rope to tie my ponytail and tighten it. He pulled the remaining thin rope through the gap between my two big toes, which were tightly bound by the shoelaces, and pulled it tight... My two big toes, pulled to their limit by the rope, were hooked so tightly that they touched the back of my head... Although I couldn't see them, I knew they must have turned a dark purple."
"No wonder you never tie your hair up... Can you handle that?" I asked.
"Hmm, maybe that's why, but what can I do if I can't take it? What can I do besides whimper?" Lulu laughed again. "Next, Teacher Huang tied my little body up like a bow and arranged me to lie on my side. He took a calligraphy brush from his desk pen holder and started brushing it from top to bottom on my armpits, soles of my feet, and other sensitive areas, from light to heavy strokes. The numb and itchy sensation made my little body tremble in waves, and beads of cold sweat covered my entire body with Teacher Huang's movements."
"My God, what a beast! He's molesting a little girl!" I said angrily.
"Yeah, but I didn't understand back then, I just thought it was exciting... We played for a long time before Teacher Huang untied me... After resting for a bit, Teacher Huang tied me up again, gagged me, and hung me high on the fan hook, my toes about a meter off the ground... He pulled over a chair, sat down below me, grabbed my two little feet, brought them close to his face, and stuck out his tongue, sweeping it back and forth between my toes. He even put each of my tender toes in his mouth, licking and biting them, not even sparing the spaces between my toes... It's disgusting, isn't it..." Seeing my gagging expression, Lulu added this.
"Pah, that's disgusting, is he even human? He's a beast! Although I like bangs, I absolutely hate this, it's so damn disgusting." I spat on the ground.
"Hehe, you'll see what you're like when you tie me up," Lulu said with a smile. "And so, for over a month, I was tied up by Teacher Huang to the point of near death. Strangely enough, after Teacher Huang's ever-changing ways of playing with me, most people would find being tied up extremely repulsive, but I was the opposite... I actually developed a dependence on it, sometimes even asking Teacher Huang to tie me up tighter and for longer." A strange light shone in Lulu's eyes again.
"From then on, I loved this game even as a child. The stretching effect was great; like I said before, I could kick someone who was right behind me. Our performance was also very successful, winning first prize in the city..." He said happily, even demonstrating a move that looked like he could indeed kick the back of someone's head. "Wow, that's amazing," I exclaimed.
"Hehe, you flatter me." Lulu seemed quite happy. "Although the gymnastics team disbanded after the sports meet, the demon in my heart still torments me. At that time, I guess my masochistic tendencies took deep root in my heart. In the dead of night, I often secretly bound myself."
"You still bound yourself? I didn't know that..." I was quite surprised. "Yeah, yeah. But as I grew older day by day, I was no longer satisfied with the stimulation that self-binding brought me. Sometimes, no matter how I tied myself up, I couldn't tie myself tight enough. It was too loose and not satisfying." Lulu said as she let go of me. "I really hope to find someone who shares the same interests, so that he can bind me tightly and torture me as he pleases. If this person is someone I like, that would be even more perfect... Now..." I hugged her in my arms, and while continuing to chat with her, I draped the rope over her fragrant shoulders. She seemed completely unaware, letting me use my fancy techniques to wrap her arms tightly. Before binding her, I slowly pressed her body down beneath me, making her face down and unable to resist, which would make it easier for me to tie her up. Actually, this wasn't really necessary, since she didn't resist at all, but her skill was still frightening. However, because she offered no resistance, my tall and strong body easily pinned her down. She still didn't resist, closing her eyes and surrendering completely. I gathered her hands and tied them tightly. I also hoisted her arms up as high as possible, and she let out a soft cry of pain.

I helped her sit up. "Do you have to do this? It hurts so much!" Lulu snuggled into my arms, rubbing her head against my chest and acting coquettishly. "Hmph, you think you can bargain now that you're in my hands?" I pretended to be fierce, but still loosened her arms to her waist. There were more than a dozen ropes binding Lulu's hands, but even after knotting, they were still quite long. So I tied them tightly around her waist, leaving her hands with virtually no room to move. "I'm going to be a little fierce." I grinned mischievously, took out some thin rope, pressed the backs of her hands together, tied her fingers in pairs, and tied a knot after binding her thumbs. Now Lulu could only move her fingers, and her wrists could only move slightly. "Ugh, this isn't fair! I wanted to move my wrists a bit!" Lulu pouted again. But I interrupted her: "Your skin is so nice, it feels so good to touch your hands." "Hehe...that's right." Lulu was quite happy; she seemed to really enjoy my compliment, forgetting to ask me to untie the rope binding her fingers. I held her in my arms and whispered sweet nothings to her. At the height of my passion, I kissed her, our love burning, and she returned my kiss... This must have been the most joyful and romantic moment of my 20 years of life. It
seemed like a long time had passed before I helped her sit down on the grass. Suddenly, something occurred to me. "By the way, why are you so late today? It's been over an hour since evening self-study ended." "Huh? No way, I'm only about thirty minutes late." Lulu was a little confused. "Isn't evening self-study supposed to end at 9:30? What, you didn't know?" This... I forgot. According to the summer schedule, evening self-study should indeed end at 9:30. At the beginning of the semester, I usually left evening self-study around 9:00, and I always thought it ended at 9:00. "Oh dear, I forgot." I replied somewhat awkwardly.
"But that's not the real reason I'm late. I forgot my dorm key when I went to study today, and when I got back to the dorm tonight, no one was there... Then I remembered that today is September 30th, and this year the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are combined for an 8-day holiday." "..." I forgot all that, only thinking about what to do today.
"My roommates either went home or went out to play, so I had to borrow a key from the dorm manager to get in. I thought about it for a long time in the dorm and decided that I wouldn't stay in the dorm tonight. I guessed you were going to tie me down too, so I packed my things, and we'll stay outside together." I then realized that Lulu had brought her travel bag, but...
"What?!" I couldn't believe my ears, "We'll stay outside together?" Going to a hotel room on our first date? I was a bit shocked. Lulu was so open-minded, it was beyond my expectations.
Lulu chuckled, "So what do you think I should do? Go live alone and leave my boyfriend at school? Anyone would be unhappy like that."
"...Okay, thank you for being so nice to me." I was a little embarrassed and quickly tried to smooth things over.
"We've known each other for a year, so I know you pretty well. You're a nice person, that's why I'm making this plan. If it were him... I don't think I would have made this plan." I understood what she meant; she was talking about the small forward.
"So where should we stay? Hanting? (Hanting Haiyou Inn, there are branches all over the country, and because this one is near the main gate of the school, many campus couples choose to stay there.)" "Yeah, last semester at the end of the semester, the dorm had a power outage all night, and I couldn't stand the heat, so I went there. I thought the environment was quite nice."
"But how can we go like this... with you tied up like this..." I had a headache.
"That's easy, I brought a long coat, it's in my bag, you can help me put it on, then it won't be noticeable." Lulu said.
"This...you seem quite knowledgeable, you even thought of this..." I was quite surprised. "I think I've seen something like this on some websites, but I couldn't quite recall it at the moment. You didn't..." Lulu blushed. "Yes...yes, I saw it online." I was a little speechless. I walked over and took her travel bag.
I opened Lulu's travel bag, and there was indeed a long coat inside. I took it out and compared it to Lulu's figure. It fit perfectly and completely covered her dress. So I draped it over her and zipped it up. Perfect! Not only did it look fine, but it also made her figure look great. "You're really beautiful, and you have a great figure. I'm so lucky to have a girlfriend like you," I exclaimed. "Oh, really? Thank you." Lulu smiled shyly. That shy smile completely captivated me. So I put my arm around her waist, picked up her travel bag, and headed towards the school gate.
It was well past eleven o'clock, and as usual, there shouldn't be many people on campus. And indeed, we didn't encounter many people. However, when we left the campus, the security guard kept staring at me, which made me a little uneasy, but he just looked at us without saying anything or coming closer. Checking into the room went very smoothly. Once
inside, I closed the doors and windows (the doors were already closed), and turned on the air conditioning—although it was late September, the weather was still very hot, with a high of 33 degrees Celsius, even though it was only 24 degrees below. I helped Lulu take off her coat, and she went straight to the bed and lay down. "What's wrong? Tired?" I asked, a little surprised. "Mmm," Lulu replied weakly. "You seemed quite energetic just now. What's wrong?" I asked with concern. "I don't know...maybe it's because I've been busy for a month. I only sleep about six hours a day..." "Every day? Even on Sundays?" I was a little surprised. "Yeah, our major is always packed with classes. We have PE on Saturday mornings, and the Taekwondo club has activities on Sunday mornings. We also have to recruit new members in the first month. As the vice president, I'm pretty busy." I could tell Lulu was trying to raise her voice to sound more energetic, but she didn't succeed. "Sigh, I'm really tired. I can't even speak with any energy." Lulu said with a wry smile, struggling a little. "How about this, you untie me tonight so I can rest for a day. Tomorrow night, you can tie me up however you want, okay?" "Sure, no problem." I readily agreed. I still have a soft spot for women, especially such a beautiful girl, someone I like. I quickly untied her and quietly watched her go into the bathroom. This time, unlike last time in the changing room, I really had no desire at all. When she came out of the shower, her originally flowing hair was wet and a little messy, but I still thought she was beautiful. I also had the pleasure of observing her body—her skin was exceptionally fair and tender, with a faint pinkish hue, a sign of good health. She got into bed, I tucked her in, turned off the unnecessary lights, took a shower myself, and went to bed (it was a double room, not a single bed).
I slept soundly that night, waking up at 11 a.m. Lulu, however, was still asleep. Her breathing was very steady, so I guessed she wasn't faking it. I sat on my bed, quietly watching Lulu sleeping peacefully before me; her expression was adorable, like a baby's. But I didn't observe her for long, because my stomach started rumbling—I'd eaten dinner around 5 p.m. last night, and then, you know, I had to go back to my dorm to prepare things and get myself ready. So it had been 18 hours, or most of the day, without food. I quietly walked to the door and went out to buy lunch.
I was starving, so I ate out first and then brought some back for Lulu. The problem was that I wasn't very familiar with Lulu's tastes, but since we were from the same hometown, the differences shouldn't be too great. I returned to the Hanting Hotel and tiptoed into the room. It was already past midnight, and Lulu still hadn't woken up. Even if she had eaten at ten last night, it had been more than half a day. Although I didn't want to wake her, I couldn't bear to let her go hungry. So I gently nudged her a few times and whispered, "It's 12 o'clock, time to get up." She finally woke up, saw me sitting by the window, smiled, lazily stretched, sat up, and rubbed her eyes. "I haven't slept this well in a long time, I'm so happy. Hey, what time is it?" "Ah, it's already 12 o'clock." "Huh? It's already 12 o'clock??" Lulu was very surprised. "I thought it was only 9 or 10 o'clock." "Haha, look at you sleeping so soundly, like a little pig." I smiled mischievously, "Pig Lulu, pig Lulu." "Stop it, stop it, don't say that to me, I've been busy for a month." Lulu's face actually turned red. "But I don't think I've ever slept this long before, maybe it's because of you." "Because of me?" This time I was a little confused. "Because you're so good to me, I'm very relaxed, silly." Lulu covered her mouth and laughed. "Ahem, don't get cocky. You'll be in for it when you get back after dinner tonight." I pretended to be fierce again. "Are you ready?" "Yeah, yeah, always ready!" Lulu said playfully. "Hey, what smells so good?" "You have such a sharp nose! Here, your lunch." I pointed to the food on the table. "I bet you're hungry too." "..." Lulu stared at the food speechlessly, looking surprised. "Uh, what's wrong?" I was confused. "How... how did you know I like this?" Lulu was very surprised. "Huh? What a coincidence? I just bought it randomly based on my taste." I was also very surprised. "Looks like we're a match made in heaven, hahaha." Lulu and I both laughed.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't rush to eat. You haven't brushed your teeth yet. We're medical students, we need to know this." Seeing Lulu get out of bed, get dressed, and head straight for the food, I quickly reminded her. "Oh dear, I forgot." Lulu was a little embarrassed, so she went into the bathroom. "What time did you eat yesterday?" I asked her while fiddling with my phone. "Around 5:30, but I ate some snacks in the dorm after evening self-study." Lulu's words were a little unclear, probably because she was brushing her teeth. "Snacks? I've heard a lot of girls say they don't eat them, they want to lose weight." "Oh, me? I can eat whatever I want and I don't gain weight, it doesn't matter." Lulu's tone was not without pride, "Besides, I exercise a lot, I work out every day." "Hehe, that's amazing. A lot of girls must envy you, right?" "Yeah, yeah." Lulu finished washing up and came out of the bathroom, sat down and started eating. I sat on the bed diagonally opposite her, browsing the internet on my phone, glancing at her from time to time. Through QQ chat, I found that my roommates had either gone to internet cafes or gone home. I was a little clueless about what to do in the afternoon. "What should I do this afternoon?" I muttered to myself. “Let’s go shopping downtown. I know lots of good food and fun things to do,” Lulu said. “From what I know, you don’t go out much since you came to school.” “Huh? You know that?” “Hehe, after your PE class on Saturdays, you play some basketball and then go back to your dorm, then sleep all afternoon, and surf the internet in your dorm at night. On Sunday mornings, you go out with your classmates to play…you know…dota…” I continued, surprised that Lulu knew so much about me. “Oh right, and then you go play basketball in the afternoon. See? I told you so.” I opened my mouth wide in surprise: “How do you know all this?” “Hehe, you’ve been chatting with the other girls in our dorm, right? You told them, so I know all this.” Lulu was very proud.
Shopping alone is boring, and as a guy, I especially dislike shopping. But shopping with a girl I like is different. That afternoon, I felt that the malls had never been so beautiful. But what I longed for even more was for night to come quickly.

Around
9 o’clock, we finally got on the subway and went back to school. (Strictly speaking, it was the Hanting Hotel across from the school.) I desperately tried to hide my unusual excitement, while Lulu seemed very calm. However, before arriving at the school, Lulu quietly suggested that she take a shower first before being tied up, so that she wouldn't have to untie herself when sleeping. I didn't quite understand "not having to untie herself when sleeping," but I readily agreed. To make a long story short, after entering the room, Lulu performed a special skill for me (actually, it wasn't a performance, but something she always did before bed to improve her flexibility). She first stood up straight, then leaned her head and hands backward, finally supporting herself on her hands, her entire body forming a "∩" shape, holding it for over three minutes, before standing up again. Her incredible flexibility amazed me. And when Lulu came out of the shower, she was absolutely stunning. A white sleeveless dress, combined with her snow-white skin, was unbelievably beautiful; I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Wow, so beautiful, like an angel," I couldn't help but exclaim. "Hehe, thank you." Lulu blushed and said shyly, "You're very handsome too. My goodness, so much equipment!" She exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the various "equipment" I had thrown on the bed. "Hehe, didn't you say I could tie you up however I wanted tonight?" "I didn't expect you to have so much... more than his... It's okay, I'm ready, come on." She closed her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to surrender.
However, at first I didn't tie her up according to my own preferences, but according to her requirements. I tied her wrists and ankles first, and used the cross binding method for her hands, with five lines on each "-". I had already seen and touched Lulu's hands, and the feel was particularly enjoyable. I didn't expect her feet to be the same. I thought that girls who practiced Taekwondo would have very rough feet. After tying her up, I let her "inspect" her. She struggled a few times, but it was no use, the cotton rope didn't loosen at all. "I want to struggle for a while first." Lulu lay on the bed with her back up, and struggled to lift her head to say to me. “Uh, okay. But…” “I know what you’re asking. Actually, being tied up is a way for me to relax and release negative emotions.” “Huh?” I was quite surprised. “Yeah, struggling a bit is a good way to vent, like some girls masturbate to an inflatable doll. If I’m not tied up, I don’t know where to put my strength.” “Masturbate to an inflatable doll…” I was speechless. “Sigh, maybe you’ll understand once you’re tied up.” Lulu started struggling as she spoke.
It was a strange scene: a tall, slender beauty with her hands and feet bound, rolling around on the bed, using all sorts of strength and movements with her arms and legs, sometimes even curling and kicking her legs. Sometimes, you could see she was trying very hard to break the ropes, but it was no use. “It would be most disappointing if the ropes broke at this point. I wouldn’t be able to use my full strength, and then I wouldn’t be able to completely relax my body. This often happened when I self-bondaged.” Lulu said, panting slightly as she struggled. She struggled for a while before stopping. "Hehe, watch me gag you." I said, taking out a thin strip of cloth and gagging Lulu, tying it behind her head. Lulu didn't resist; now she couldn't speak, only making muffled sounds as she continued to struggle. After a while, she stopped struggling, lay on her side, and moved her hands, which had been tied behind her back, from her feet to the front, removing the gag herself. "No wonder you can't move your wrists, it's a cross-binding again," she said reproachfully. Then she moved her bound hands back behind her back, returning them to their original tied position, which surprised me greatly. "So flexible?" "Not really, it's just that my arms are relatively long. Some people have short arms, and no matter what, they can't get their hands in front of them when they're tied up." Lulu replied, "You have the potential to be a special forces soldier... I heard that American special forces soldiers, even with your current conditions, are required to be able to swim 100 meters." "Huh? You mean with your hands tied behind your back?" "Yes, and your feet too." "My goodness, that's unimaginable..." Lulu was quite surprised. "But you think too highly of me, I definitely can't do it... But if I don't want to be tied up by you, you absolutely can't succeed, that's for sure." She said smugly. "..." I was speechless, but it was indeed the truth; I really couldn't withstand her skills. After a pause, "Okay, from now on, this beautiful woman is at your mercy, so please go easy on me." She said coquettishly, lying back down on the bed.
"Ahem, this time it's not just a gag, I'm going to put a gag in your mouth, are you okay with that?" "Sure, I won't open my mouth, you can put it on." Lulu was stubborn, but she opened her mouth willingly. However, I fell for the first trick; the ball reached her rosy lips, but her mouth closed, and she almost bit me. "Haha, look how impatient you are." Lulu mocked me. "Don't be so smug, the one who laughs last laughs best." I pretended to be fierce. "Oh dear, I'm so scared, I'll obey, okay?" Lulu pretended to be scared, which made me laugh. The second time, I stuffed the gag into her mouth, secured it with a belt, and covered it with her hair. This time Lulu couldn't speak, at most she could only make muffled sounds. However, she seemed to be very experienced, and didn't try to make any noise, so not much saliva came out.
"Hey hey, you're in for it now." I said with a wicked smile, first tying her fingers together in pairs like that day, then tying her two big toes together. Then a wicked thought crossed my mind, and I tickled the soles of her feet twice. But this tickling had a terrible effect. Although she made a loud "woof woof" sound and drooled quite a bit, looking rather disheveled, because her legs could still move, I took a solid kick to the chest (actually, it was her two bound feet hitting my body together). Her Taekwondo training hadn't been in vain; even without shoes and socks, it still hurt quite a bit, making me grimace and look equally disheveled. I wanted to retaliate, but seeing Lulu's beautiful, watery eyes filled with tears (probably from suppressed laughter), and her drooling, looking so pitiful and wronged, my heart softened immediately, and I decisively gave up. Actually, she kicked... I can't blame her. Her legs were curled up, and after tickling her soles a couple of times, they naturally straightened, and I naturally got kicked...
Next, I firmly secured her hands to her waist, then tied her thighs tightly against her torso (those were thighs? As a guy, I felt they were incredibly thin, not even as thick as my calves, but I play basketball, so I can't compare like that, it's pointless), and then tied her calves tightly against her thighs. Basically, the binding was complete. Finally, I connected her ankles and wrists with rope, tightened it, and tied a knot. Okay, all done. I casually grabbed my phone to take a few pictures. "How about this, I'm afraid I'll blindfold you, so no one will recognize you. Don't worry, this will definitely be a complete secret." I blindfolded her and took a few pictures. Then I sat on the edge of the bed. "The legendary frogman, hahaha." "I said smugly to Lulu, whose eyes were covered. Lulu's body was curled up in a ball, completely unable to move. Although she tried to move her body, it was useless. At most, she could only turn around very slowly in place, which was much worse than just binding her hands and feet. This time, it would be safe for me to tickle the soles of her feet, hahaha. You can imagine that Lulu was trying her best to move her body to escape my 'claws,' but the binding was too severe. She couldn't move, and even struggling was difficult. This time, she not only drooled, but tears also flowed (there was liquid under the blindfold), but she could not make any other movements except for helpless 'woof woof' sounds. 'Hey, I'll go take a shower first, and I'll untie you after I shower.'" "I smugly prepared my clothes and went into the bathroom, leaving Lulu helplessly struggling on the bed.
I didn't shower for long, only about ten minutes. It seemed Lulu had only moved a little bit on the bed. I removed the blindfold first, then used a towel to remove Lulu's gag and dried her off. 'You're so mean! I can't move at all, and you even tickled my feet! I'm so ticklish!' she complained. 'Who was it that said, 'I would never tie my girlfriend up this tightly'?' '
Haha, you remember that? But who told you to let me do whatever I wanted, to the point that you couldn't move?' I replied, though it was clear she was enjoying it. 'What kind of tying is this? It's quite exciting.' I showed her the photos on my phone. '...You're really a frogman...' Lulu was speechless looking at her 'miserable' state.
'It's about time for bed, let me untie you.'" "I said. "Uh, no need to untie me completely, just tie me up like a four-horse." Lulu said.
"Huh? You sleep tied up like that?" This time it was my turn to be speechless. "I've never tried it before, I want to give it a try, maybe it'll be quite exciting, and it can also improve my flexibility. I heard that some girls in art school sleep in the splits, four-horse tying is much easier than that." Lulu said.
"...Okay..." "I did as she asked and tied her up like a four-horse chariot, exactly the same way I tied her up in the changing room, except that some parts that weren't tied up then were now bound. I put the gag back on her, blindfolded her, and covered her with a blanket. She didn't resist at all. I went to bed and fell asleep quickly. I got up
to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and when I came back, I found Lulu suddenly struggling violently, making muffled moans. What's wrong? I shook her, and at first she struggled even more violently, but then she calmed down. I took the gag off.
"What's wrong? What happened?" I asked with concern.
"Sigh, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that someone was going to kidnap me, so of course I had to resist." Lulu was still a little shaken. "But I found that my whole body wouldn't obey me, and I couldn't make a sound when I tried to call for help. In the end, I surrendered, so I struggled desperately. It scared me to death. It seems that real-life situations can affect dreams." She struggled to turn over.
"Shall I untie you?" "No need, it's too much trouble now, it'll affect our rest. Let's do it tomorrow morning." "..." Since she insisted, I couldn't say anything more, but I still removed the gag and blindfold before going to sleep.
At 11 a.m. the next day, I woke up naturally again. Lulu had been tied up for over half a day, yet she was still sleeping soundly. I shook her awake again: "Want to continue?" "Ugh... (yawning) I can't hold on much longer... I guess it's 12 o'clock now." Lulu yawned, "Hey, wrong, it's 11." "Okay, why don't you go buy lunch first? I'll see if I can keep going." I touched Lulu's hands and feet; they were indeed fine, warm. "What are you doing? Challenging yourself?" I asked curiously. "Haha. Smart, that's about it." Lulu laughed.
That day, Lulu was tied up for a full 17 hours. At lunchtime (was it lunch? It was more like breakfast for us), it looked like this: Lulu was kneeling on the bed, her back against the wall. After all, the four-horse bondage wasn't like the crouching bondage; she could still sit up if she changed positions. Then I fed her. Although the scene was a bit strange, it was actually quite romantic. This was the most interesting part of my and Lulu's KB experience. To this day, we still often talk about that experience.
(The End)

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