My binding incident

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I don't have much binding experience. The following are some binding events that I personally encountered in my life, and I want to share them with you.

Besides being interested in binding, I also like the wild survival game. The year before last, our field club had a field competition with other teams, and for the first time, a female player took part in the war.

We were divided into two opposing red and blue teams. I belong to the blue team. Unfortunately, only two female players were placed in another team. Unlike the provocative images of tomboys I imagined, they are all beautiful girls and small jasper. One of them has a ponytail and a camera. Before taking pictures for everyone, she may be a photographer and was invited by friends to be an army reporter.

After the rules of the game were announced, the two teams went up the mountain separately. After the scheduled departure time, we set out from the established hidden camp. My main duty is to carry out reconnaissance and harassment tasks by myself, keep in touch with the camp with walkie-talkies, report the reconnaissance of the enemy, and facilitate the rational deployment of troops in the camp. I've booked a stealth target in area A3. After searching this area, I can start my free activities.

My face is covered with camouflage oil and my body is covered with camouflage net, which is convenient for me to blend in with the surrounding natural environment. I'm moving slowly in area A3. At this time, the news that Team A was in contact with the enemy came from the headset. I can only sympathize with the enemy, because Team A is famous for its strong attack. Sure enough, the news of the enemy's breakup soon came from the earphone. My latent area is not far from the place where I heard about the firefight. If I get there quickly, maybe I can kill more. I even followed them to find the red team's lair, made great contributions and prepared for action. Just then, there was a rustle of leaves ahead, and I quickly squatted down and hid in the nearby grass. Sure enough, a figure appeared, which seemed a little desperate. Finally, I stopped in front of a tree a few meters ahead and sat down to catch my breath. Fortunately, with my back to me, I can see the ponytail behind the combat hat. It turned out to be the female reporter.

I slowly climbed over to her, praying in my heart, don't get up and don't look back. Although I often participate in field battles, the first time I caught a prisoner, it was 3 meters and 2 meters, and the distance was getting closer. At this moment, when she turned around, I was shocked and didn't dare to move. Fortunately, she just took the kettle from her belt and didn't notice the pile of weeds behind me. I stood up slowly and raised my automatic rifle. But she is still struggling to unscrew the lid of the kettle. I don't move when I drink low. She screamed. The kettle fell to the ground, got up and ran. I quickly grabbed the Y-strap on her back with my left hand and turned her over. I got down on one knee and pointed a gun at her with my right hand. Stop screaming, or it will kill you. At the same time, I also had the opportunity to observe her delicate face. She is wearing a dress with tiger spots.

I suddenly appeared an enemy covered in green and black oil, which seemed to scare her. Fortunately, she finally remembered that it was just a game, so she calmed down a little. I said in a slightly gentle tone: You have been captured. Don't shout and don't move. Do you hear me? She nodded, and I asked, where's your gun?

I don't have a gun. My friend said that as long as he came to take pictures on the spot, he only lent me clothes and other things, but didn't give me a gun. She said her voice was beautiful. It seems as good as I expected, but this little girl knows nothing about field work, and I don't know if she is a close lover.

So I said, okay, I'll escort you back to camp, put your hands behind your back.

What are you doing? ? It seems that she is still wary of a strange man.

I said, you are a prisoner. I'll take you back to the camp and put your hands behind your back.

I won't run, I promise. She pleaded.

That's not necessarily true. There may be some stragglers around you, and you may meet them later. Put your hands back. I explained, threatened and pulled the bolt to increase the power.

Maybe I scared her. When I pulled off her Y-strap and turned her face down, she was quite cooperative. I put down the electric simulation gun, holding the wrist behind her with my left hand, and looking for the rope in my back pocket with my right hand. Fortunately, there are two 3-meter-long military canvas belts, 1.5 cm wide, almost as thick as gun belts. I tied her wrists together, tied them several times, and lifted the extra rope up.

I asked her something while tying it to relieve her psychological pressure: where are your teammates?

I broke up at that time and ran out first. She answered uncomfortably.

I dare not push too hard. I have to leave a way out for the following plan. I grabbed her arm and let her lean against the tree. Then I looked for cloth in the back pocket. Fortunately, there is a camouflage square towel, which is very big and can be used to wrap my head. When she saw that I had tied the towel, she pulled it out. She seemed to understand something and became nervous again: What are you doing? No, I'm calling someone.

I said naughtily, then I'll tie your mouth up. If you call your flower guard, I won't escort you back as a prisoner, but I will be your prisoner and go back with you. I dare not use the words "blocking" or "blocking" to make her sensitive.

She sneered at what I said, but then complained in annoyance: it's boring. It's rare to come out to play. I didn't take two photos, but I had to be tied up after being snapped.

I comforted myself by saying, this is a game. We really should pay attention to this war. That's what happens on the battlefield. Don't worry, I'll let you shoot enough when we get to our camp, but you have to give us some handsome ones.

The comfort of this professional counterpart was very effective, and her smile returned to her face: well, don't lie.

I only have a square towel in hand, and I don't have any other cloth. I'm embarrassed to carry her bag, so I have to cover my mouth or pinch it, but I'm worried that the dried square towel will make her uncomfortable, so I folded the square towel in half and put it on her mouth slightly, sealing it tightly from her lips and cheeks to the back of her head. I reached out and took off her ponytail and tied it tightly behind my head. You're screwed., my bundling plan has achieved initial success.

I picked up the gun, took off the wide camouflage net, folded it and stuffed it into my pocket. I picked up the kettle she had dropped and put it back on the lid of the kettle on her belt. In fact, I delayed appreciating my first work. Thank God for giving me the chance to reward. Her face covered with the gagged cloth was red and dizzy, and she looked shy. Actually, my face is a little feverish, and I feel like a thief. I still can't see the paint on my face, and I feel stuck underneath. Her blindfolded mouth makes a moving sound, and I don't know whether to agree or disagree. I escorted her to the forest, and at the same time pretended to use headphones to report the call from the rangers, captured an enemy and was returning to the camp to ask for help. Stop and answer. Okay, Roger that, rendezvous point A6. Actually, I didn't touch my reply button, and the camp didn't receive my report at all. I played just to reassure her that I would catch up with the brigade and end the embarrassing situation for her as soon as possible, but she didn't know that from now on, I would stop radio contact with the headquarters and enjoy the spoils alone, and at the same time, our direction of travel was not in the camp on the east side of the mountain forest, but far north.

Because her hands are tied behind her back, it is not easy to grasp the balance. At the same time, the mountain road is difficult to walk, and she trips from time to time. I have to poke the branches and leaves in front of me with my right hand from time to time, and help her move forward with my left hand. The difficult road and the branches and leaves that cross from time to time make her exclaim, but the covered mouth can only make a moving sound, which makes my ears full. I really hope this will continue. There are calls from the camp from time to time in the headphones. Later, I simply turned off the radio.

I haven't left for a long time (it should be for me). She's already sweating. The bangs in front of her forehead have been stuck to her forehead by sweat. Sweat drips from time to time. She must be itchy when she runs across her face. She tilted her head from time to time, trying to wipe the sweat off her face with her shoulder. Because her cute little mouth can't be opened, her beautiful little nose is panting. Looking at her uncomfortable appearance, I have a feeling of being abused.

Considering the girl's endurance, I chose a big tree to sit her down and untied the camouflage cloth towel that tied her mouth. Some places on it are slightly wet, it should be the sweat and saliva on her lips, which smells like lip balm and salty smell of sweat. As soon as her mouth was liberated, she took a long breath and leaned against the tree. Then I took off my multipurpose kettle, took out the lunch box under the kettle, poured half a glass of water and handed it to her mouth. She looked up and pouted and said, it's terrible. Please let me go. I thought for a moment, put down the kettle and untied the rope. She relaxed her muscles, moved her wrists and said, I can't do this prisoner's work. Please let me go.

I have a simulation gun in my hand, and the gun is still pointed at her. I said in a cold tone: drink some water, rest for three minutes, and then I have to hit the road.

I can't walk, and you are not allowed to tie my hands and my mouth. She said.

No I answered coldly.

I feel terrible. I really shouldn't come to play this game. There are tears in her voice.

I quickly calmed down and said, I know you are upset, but you should be more or less professional. Field games are simulated wars, and you have to suffer all kinds of hardships. What's your problem? Some of our teammates were prisoners of war and were simply shot during the escort. I am very kind to you.

Then you better kill me, too. She began to get angry.

Then you have to quit the game. You need to go down the mountain alone and report to the meeting place. I scared her because girls usually have no sense of direction. Besides, since the game started at noon and the sun has set, she won't be allowed to go down the mountain alone.

Sure enough, she didn't say anything and was still trying to tie me up: then I'll go with you, but don't tie me up.

No, I answered clearly.

You-you're ridiculous. She argued loudly, as if she were not a tight lover, which was a pity.

So I said profoundly, I want to do what I just did, because your people may be nearby. Listen. She pricked up her ears and listened carefully. Sure enough, there were similar footsteps nearby. In fact, many times in the mountains, the sound of fallen leaves falling into the grass sounds like human footsteps. I often play field games, so I know she was cheated by me. Thinking of help, she felt hopeful and stopped making noise.

I picked up a lunch box full of water and handed it to her. I said, drink some water quickly. We're leaving. I'm worried that she might drink plenty of water to relieve herself, which will complicate my binding plan. I am especially careful: sip, or you will sweat faster and be more tired later. She drank all the water obediently, so I tied her up with a rope. I picked up a cloth towel and stuffed it in her mouth. She said helplessly, covering her mouth is too uncomfortable. It is so boring. I shook off the towel, soaked it with water from the kettle and ordered: Open your mouth. Then I put a towel in her mouth, tied it firmly behind her head, lifted her up and asked her: Are you more comfortable than before? Maybe I think I can breathe a little through my mouth. I don't have to open my mouth like I did just now. She nodded, and her mouth made a "oh-oh" sound. She listened to the moving voice of a gagged girl, which had a special flavor. I packed my equipment and escorted her to the car.

In order to cope with the lies in front of me, I stopped from time to time, pretended something was wrong, pushed her to the ground, covered her mouth with my hand, pressed her with my body or legs, sniffed her body fragrance, pretended to observe it, and then pulled her up and continued to March. In this way, I tossed her at least three times on the road, which made her confused and even worse than before. Finally, it is really not far from the camp. I decided to take her back to camp after my last visit. In the end, it's really impossible to fight again, because I haven't contacted the camp for a long time, which will definitely worry my teammates and make her suspicious. The forest is blown by the mountain wind, and sometimes it makes sounds like people panting or shouting, if people who often listen at night are scared.

I seized the opportunity to press her down again, pulled out another military canvas belt (only one is for two people), tied her knees up and down first, and then tied her ankles down firmly with the rest of the rope, and pulled out the camouflage net I had just hidden. The camouflage net is wider than the poncho, and two camouflage nets can be connected to make a small tent. I put her in the camouflage net, and she started to struggle in a daze and let out a cry. After that, regardless of her wailing, she cried, and wrapped her head with a camouflage net. There were strings at both ends of the camouflage net that could just tie her head and legs. At the same time, she took off the gun belt on the electric simulation gun and put it on the longest one, and circled it twice outside the middle of the camouflage net. Now, she is like being put in her pocket, and she can't move. After laying her flat on the grass beside me, I solemnly pulled down the latch of the automatic gear. Although there is no real shot in the sound of electric simulation launch, the motor in the gun drives the air pump to launch, and there is still a sudden noise. She should have heard it. I shouted, don't want to die, while pretending that the situation was fierce, and at the same time I chased it away. After running for more than 50 meters, I shot a few long shots at random and secretly turned and hid behind a tree three or four meters away from her.

At first, she was probably scared by me and really didn't dare to move. She lay there honestly. Later, she listened to the gunshots and footsteps and began to struggle. The camouflage net is made of blended poplin fabric, which is quite thick and colorful, and there are strips of camouflage cotton wool on it. She was tightly wrapped in this pocket, and from time to time she gave a dull moan, only to see the pocket writhing desperately, trying to break free. But not only the rope, the wide camouflage net and my gun belt effectively limited her struggle. Finally, she found that the struggle was futile and decided to give up. The big bag of camouflage net stopped twisting and recovered calm. She could hear the heavy breathing coming from inside, which seemed very stuffy. I crept back to the long road and pretended to rush back to her side. She may think she is a teammate, or she may be really uncomfortable and struggle again. I untied my strap, shook off the camouflage net and let her go. I saw that her hair was a little messy and there was sweat on her head. I untied the military canvas belt that tied her leg and put it with the camouflage net. I put on my holster and helped her up. As I walked, I said, your teammates must want to follow us to the camp and sneak up at night. These guys ran faster than rabbits and disappeared at once. I thought they lured me away to save you. She muttered, wondering if she was complaining about my fabricated teammate or if she wanted me to let her go.

It's almost time to play. Although I can't bear to part with it, I'm embarrassed to treat a girl like this for a long time. Besides, I'm a small jasper, and I'm sure I've never suffered this kind of crime since I was so big. I secretly turned on the radio and called the camp to meet me in code. My teammates were overjoyed when they heard my call, especially when they learned that I had caught a female prisoner. I am happier, decide my position and wait for help. I untied the towel from her mouth and gave her a drink of water, saying that we had reached the meeting place. Now we are not afraid of your screaming, but now we should cover your eyes to prevent you from seeing our way into the camp. She may have been used to being tortured for a long time, and she readily accepted the thought of not being silenced. Soon, I met her teammates who came to meet her and escorted her back to the camp together before I untied her. I explained to my teammates why I tied her up. I also blame the walkie-talkie for poor signal and insufficient battery power, so I can't contact her normally. And because of the so-called red team tracking, I turned around the camp to prevent exposure, in order to dispel some speculation of my teammates. Teammates asked her about the Red Team, and she went into a tent, where she soon fell asleep. She seems very tired today. I am also very tired, but my heart is full of joy, because I have realized my long-cherished dream.

Then there is nothing to remember. As agreed, I asked her to take more photos of the camp while eating. In order to make up for what she suffered today, I agreed to let her tie me up and take a picture of her escorting me and making my teammates laugh, but I was also willing. According to her information, we will sneak attack the red team's camp at night. Perhaps because of her disappearance, the other party was prepared. In this scuffle, I was shot dead. After handing over the blue identification armband on my arm during the ceasefire, I went down the mountain with other dead people. At noon the next day, the two-day and one-night field survival competition ended successfully. I heard from my teammates that she was tied up at night to prevent her from escaping, but only her wrist was tied, and it was tied in front. I really feel sorry for her. I guess she didn't mention anything afterwards, maybe she was ashamed, but I still heard some gossip about me, and I'm too lazy to explain it. Later, the rumor (actually true) broke down, and my relationship with the school in the team was the same as before, and there was no crisis. Since then, there has never been such a thing in field games. Only at the beginning of this year, there was a game that was barely tight, which was simply a replica of the last edition of "Playing truant with Veyron 1". I have time to write, but there are many fighting scenes and the content is not very compact. After all, this is a threesome.

In the past two years, although I have the habit of keeping a diary, what happened that day was just a cursory matter (for fear of being peeked), and the record was that I captured an enemy. It is inevitable that there will be some omissions and mistakes, and at the same time, my brother's writing is negligent, so the lines between the lines are inevitably a bit rough. Please forgive me.