02–11 A naked girl tied to a pole stands next to the kindergarten, and a group of young guys are heading to her.

01—01 Time for a night walk has come. Yana last read her Master's instructions. The backpack is already assembled and Yana looked at it one last time. Inside are plastic clamps, a gag, a cork, five wooden clothespins, a collar with a tied leash, nipple clamps with bells and nail scissors.

01-05 Yana closed the front door and put the key under the door mat. Then resolutely went to the exit of the entrance.

01—07 Nobody is in the street in front of the house. Yana bypassed the white Opel and approached the kindergarten fence. On the territory of no one, only at the entrance shine two lonely lanterns. The watchman certainly sees the third dream, and no one should interfere with it.

01-10 She climbed over the fence and stood in the shade of one of the lilac bushes near the swing. She unzipped her sweatshirt and put it on her backpack. I pulled off my sneakers and stood on them with my bare legs. Then she took off her T-shirt and pants. On top of a bunch of things went white panties and a black bra.

01–14 Yana unzipped her backpack and began to dress up. First, the ass took a cork dipped in the mouth. A black collar sat tight on his neck. Nipples compressed nipple clamps and bells traitorously rang. At that moment Yana heard voices and the sound of glass bottles from the side of the stop at the central entrance to the garden. Yana with trembling hands hung clothespins on her lips. I looked around and put on a gag. She picked up two clamps, a leash and scissors. Put on sneakers on his feet. the rest of the things folded in a backpack and put it to the trunk of a bush.

01-27 Yana spread her legs wide apart, tinkling bells and dropping droplets from a gag drooping down to the lanterns at the kindergarten. She was interested in a lonely flagstaff pole with a ring welded to it at chest height. It is not in direct light from the lamp but from the shops it is covered by a small bush, but directly seen from the porch of the garden. However, there is no better place.

01—31 On the way, I drove a car with a high beam and lit up the girl a little. Yana abruptly squatted and howled through the gag - she hooked the clothespins to her leg and two of them flew off. Yana picked them up, but it didn't work out right away - her pussy was wet and the clothespins didn’t want to go back into place. It’s time to go on.

01–35 Jan stands at the pillar. Combined two yokes to each other, left long tails. Now is the time of the leash. Passing the leash through the ring, the girl missed the end through the loop on her arm and fastened the carabiner on the collar. One clothespin migrated to the clitoris, the body was incredibly demand caress. 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 is horrifying to Yana. Tighten the wrist clamps behind the back and release the scissors needed to release. "I am a slave," she moaned. "I have to do it."

01–43 Scissors fell and hid in the grass. Yana fingers of both hands began to rub the already wet pussy. Feet wider. The back arched. Now the droplets of saliva are gone. To the base of the pillar stretches the incessant shiny thread-a trickle of saliva, which has become very viscous and did not want to be interrupted in any way. A pair of cork frictions. She took it out and put it in again.

01—58 A car is passing by, but Yana is on her own wave and is ready to moan in full voice, but the gag does an excellent job with its function. From pleasure it becomes hot and trembling legs. Yana pulled two pins off. How do you want to breastfeed ... Rub nipples ... twist them ... Pull ...

- Mic, oh well, this garden ...

02–11 A naked girl tied to a pole stands next to the kindergarten, and a group of young guys are heading to her.

02–12 Five guys are laughing out loud in my direction. An attempt to flee was stopped by a leash, and there was no way to unfasten it.I crouched, but I cannot grope for scissors, only wet grass is all in my saliva.

02-17 I am all pounding. How did I agree to this? I practically can’t move these treacherous little bells on the nipples. My hands did not find the scissors, everyone got dirty and began to freeze. It is good that there is this bush, if everything will manage tomorrow I come and pour it. Ideas ended at once. Although ... You can skip your hands under your feet if you sit down on the ass. Mmm ...

02-20 In my eyes it even got dark when I sat down directly on the clothespins. They jumped off the sponges, but the clothespin on the clitoris still held, causing discomfort now, but it turned out to miss the hands.

- I'll go pour.

02-24 Someone walked in my direction. I pulled away from the leash and ran toward the fence away from the kindergarten. The leaves of bushes are slamming on the sides, and the foot was stung by nettle. I jumped over the fence ...

02-27 I sit behind the car booty on the pavement. Cork entered even stronger, but there is neither the strength nor the desire to get it. I removed the clamps and clenched in a fist. I removed the last clothespin and threw it in the direction of the fence. Now, with undisguised pleasure, I am rubbing the numb and exhausted parts of the body. I heard the guy shouting something. Maybe even looking for me.

02—32 A man came into the porch, a car passed by. I finally caught my breath and calmed down a bit. Rubbing this undoubtedly helped. I can go back to things, or run to the entrance in this form, I still can not wear a jacket or a shirt with my hands constrained. Scissors are needed, without them.

02-40 I got to the things and threw the traitors-bells and gag into the backpack. She grabbed a black T-shirt and began to return for scissors.

02-43Marking until the watchman visibly dispersed me (the light was burning in his window), there was no longer a leash - someone pulled his clothespins with him only three remained, well, I found scissors on the other side of the post, how they flew away - unclear.

Cut the collars-a matter of two seconds.

Then I put on a T-shirt and went back to things. Supplemented the "outfit" pants and jacket, climbed over the same fence. I went into the staircase and unlocked the door with the key.

P. S. I am back, Master. Your bitch has lost a leash and two clothespins. The collar is still on me, the cork in me. Please allow your bitch in the shower to wash and finish. Thanks for the task.