01:01 Time for a night walk has come. Yana read her Master's instructions for the last time. The backpack is already assembled and Yana finally looked into it again. Inside are: plastic collars, a gag, a cork, five wooden clothespins, a collar with a tied leash, nipple clamps with bells, and nail clippers.
01:05 Yana closed the front door and put the key under the door mat. Then she resolutely went to the exit from the entrance.
01:07 There is no one on the street in front of the house. Yana walked around the white Opel and approached the fence of the office building. There is no one on the territory, only two lonely lanterns shine at the very entrance. The guard must have been dreaming for the third time, and no one should interfere with her.
01:10 She climbed over the fence and stopped in the shade of one of the lilac bushes. She unbuttoned her sweatshirt and put it on her backpack. She pulled off her sneakers and stood on them with her bare feet. Then she took off her shirt and pants. On top of a pile of things lay white panties and a black bra.
01:14 Yana unzipped her backpack and began to dress up. First, the cork moistened in the mouth took the ass. A black collar sat tightly around his neck. The nipples pressed against the nipple clamps and the bells jangled treacherously. At that moment, Yana heard voices and the clinking of glass bottles from the side of the bus stop at the main entrance. Yana hung the clothespins on her lips with trembling hands. She looked around and put on a gag. I picked up two collars, a leash and scissors. I put on my sneakers on my feet, put the rest of my things in a backpack and placed it against the trunk of a bush.
01:27 Yana, legs wide apart, jingling bells and dropping drops of saliva from the gag, moved to the lanterns. She was interested in a lone flagpole with a ring welded to it at breast height. It is not in direct light from the lantern and from the benches it is covered by a small bush, but it is directly visible from the porch. However, there is no better place.
01:31 On the way, a car with high beams passed and illuminated the girl a little. Yana abruptly squatted down and howled through the gag - she caught her leg with clothespins and two of them flew off. Yana picked them up, but it did not work out right away - the pussy was wet and the clothespins did not want to return to their place. It's time to keep going.
01:35 Yana stands at the pole. I connected two clamps into each other, left the longer tails. Now it's leash time. Having passed the leash through the ring, the girl passed the end through the loop worn on the arm, and fastened the carbine on the collar. One clothespin migrated to the clitoris, the body began to incredibly demand affection. Now you can move away from the pillar only half a meter. She could no longer hide in such an attractive shadow of the bushes.
01:42 Now the last step - terrifying Yana. Tighten the straps on the wrists behind the back and release the scissors necessary to free them. "I'm a slave," she mumbled. "I have to do it."
01:43 The scissors fell and disappeared into the grass. Yana with the fingers of both hands began to rub her already wet pussy. Legs are wider. The back arched. Now there are no more drops of saliva. An incessant shiny thread-a stream of saliva stretches to the base of the pillar, which became very viscous and did not want to be interrupted in any way. A couple of frictions with a cork. Took it out and put it back in.
01:58 A car passes by, but Yana is on her own wave and is ready to moan at the top of her voice, but the gag does its job perfectly. From pleasure it becomes hot and legs tremble. Yana pulled out two clothespins. How you want to crush your chest... Rub the nipples... twist them... Pull them back...
- Micah, yeah, that's...
02:11 Near the office building, a naked girl, tied to a post, is whimpering, and a group of young guys are heading towards her.
02:12 Five guys laughing loudly head towards me. An attempt to run was stopped by the leash, and there was no way to unfasten it. I sat down, but I can't find the scissors, only the wet grass is covered in my saliva.
02:17 I'm pounding all over. How did I agree to this? I can hardly move these treacherous bells on my nipples. The hands never found the scissors, everyone was smeared and began to freeze. It’s good that there is this bush, if everything works out tomorrow I’ll come and water it. The ideas ran out at once. Although ... You can skip your hands under your feet if you sit on your ass. MMM...
02:20 It even darkened in my eyes when I sat right on the clothespins. They jumped off the lips, but the clothespin on the clitoris still held, now causing discomfort, but it turned out to miss the hands.
- I'll go to bed.
02:24 Someone walked in my direction. I unhooked from the leash and ran towards the fence away from the office building. The leaves of the bushes are flapping on the sides, the nettle has stung the leg. Jumped over the fence...
02:27 I'm sitting behind a car with my ass on the pavement. The cork entered even stronger, but there is neither the strength nor the desire to get it. I removed the clamps and clenched my fist. She took off the last clothespin and threw it towards the fence. Now, with undisguised pleasure, I rub the stiff and exhausted parts of the body. I heard the guy yelling something. Maybe even looking for me.
02:32 A man entered the entrance, a car drove by. I finally caught my breath and calmed down a bit. Rubbing in this certainly helped. I can return to my things, or run to the entrance in this form, I still can’t put on a sweater or T-shirt with my hands cuffed. You need scissors, you can't do without them.
02:40 I got to my things and threw the traitor bells and gag into my backpack. She grabbed a black T-shirt and began to return for scissors.
02:43 The guard dispersed the guys while I was away (the light was on in his window), there was no more leash - someone pulled him with him, only three clothespins left, but I found the scissors on the other side of the pole, how did they fly away like that - unclear.
Cutting the clamps is a matter of two seconds.
Then I put on a T-shirt and went back to my things. She completed the “outfit” with pants and a jacket, climbed over the same fence. She went into the hallway and unlocked the door with the key.
PS I'm back, Master. Your bitch lost her leash and two clothespins. The collar is still on me, the cork is in me. Please let your bitch take a shower, clean up and finish. Thank you for the task.