Ever since school, I liked forced exhibitionism, but because it was hard to say out loud and difficult to find like-minded people, I had always been rather suppressed. After reading some articles online about exhibitionism and exposing girlfriends, this desire became even harder to suppress. I would often read the articles while imagining myself as the protagonist and masturbating. After a long time, I felt that simple fantasy was a bit boring, and I started planning to carry it out myself once.
It was during a summer in college when our school assigned student representatives to take turns conducting weekly hygiene inspections. Inspections were held every Monday and Friday. This week, it was my turn to participate in the hygiene inspection. While inspecting the boys' dormitory on Monday, I suddenly had a strong desire to expose myself there. After returning to the dormitory, I started planning how to achieve it.
I've been looking forward to Friday all week, and finally it's here. My planned actions for the week are about to begin. I got up early in the morning, met with the guy who lives in the boys' dormitory【our school has few male students, and there are not many beds in the boys' dormitory. The actual number of male students is much higher than expected, so the school converted an old cafeteria into a large dormitory with over 30 beds, which we call 'the big dorm'】for lunch. I insisted and persuaded him, even going so far as to sacrifice my dignity to get his key, then made a copy of it. I also made a copy of the key to my own dorm door. Meanwhile, I bought two padlocks【let's temporarily call them A and B】and three ropes【two are thicker, one is thinner】as well as two small iron rings.
In the afternoon, preparations officially began:
1. Wrap the prepared keys for the boys' large dormitory, the classroom door key, padlock A's key, and your own dormitory door key separately in cloth pouches. Divide the slightly thinner rope into 4 sections and tie the openings of the 4 cloth pouches shut.
2. When cleaning, tie the small cloth pouch containing the large dormitory key with a tight knot to the classroom's fluorescent light hanging cord, placing the pouch on top of the light fixture.
3. When inspecting the large dormitory hygiene, throw the pouch with padlock A's key under the bed farthest inside.
4. When inspecting the boys' dormitory hygiene, tie the pouch with the classroom door key with a tight knot to the window frame of the 3rd-floor boys' dormitory toilet, hanging the pouch outside the window.
5. Finally, place the pouch with your own dormitory door key in the complaint box at the entrance of the back gate guardhouse [this back gate used to be the school's main gate, opening onto the sports field. Later, the main gate was moved elsewhere, so this gate is usually closed. Although not desolate, the guardhouse and complaint box are both abandoned, so they are not locked]. Tie it with a thin rope using a tight knot to the ring of the padlock, close the complaint box, and lock it with padlock A. Because a rope extends from inside and is tied to the padlock ring, locking it was very difficult and took a lot of effort.
After finishing the preparations, I went back to the dormitory, stripped off all my clothes, and set the alarm for 1:30 a.m. Because there was an event at night, I planned to sleep early. In the end, I was so nervous and excited that my whole body trembled, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what, just staring wide-eyed as the alarm hand moved to 1:30 a.m.
The alarm clock rang. I sat up from bed, threaded the purchased iron rings onto the two slightly thicker ropes, then tightly wrapped the ropes around each leg, from the ankle all the way to the root of the thigh. The distance between each wrap was loose, but each tightly constricted the leg. After the rope went around the knee once, I moved the iron ring on the rope to the inner thigh not far above the knee, then looped the rope around the iron ring and tied a knot, fixing the iron ring to the inner thigh area. After the ropes bound the legs, I used lock B to lock the two iron rings, so I could only walk slowly, taking tiny steps.
Prepared to set off, yet hesitating again, a little scared inside, but such an opportunity comes once in a thousand years. Besides, all the preparations are already done, and there’s no way to turn back… I struggled with myself for a long time, but still couldn’t persuade myself. In the end, to force myself to take the first step, I started masturbating frantically, drowning my fragile reason in desire. Just as I was about to climax, a powerful urge to expose myself filled my mind. I opened the door, massaged my clitoris, walked out, and closed the door behind me. The moment the door to the dormitory slammed shut behind me, the tremor of orgasm invaded my naked body……
After climaxing, the intense desire I had when leaving home was gone. The panic, tension, and the thrill of exposure gave me a feeling like I needed to urinate. There was no turning back now. No matter how I felt, there was only one path forward; I had to carry out my plan.
My plan is: leave the girls' dormitory, go to the boys' dormitory's 3rd-floor bathroom to retrieve the key to the classroom door, then open the classroom door, take out the key to the large dormitory, go to the large dormitory to retrieve the key to lock A, finally open the complaint box to retrieve the key to the dormitory door, and then go back.
And must masturbate once at each place where you retrieve a key.
After leaving the girls’ dormitory building, the usually pitch-black night seemed to brighten a lot as if working against me. The normally dim lights across the campus all felt especially bright tonight, glaring, like searchlights shining on my pale body in the dark.
Shrinking along the wall, I shuffled to the boys' dormitory building. These damn boys, chatting in the dorm this late, still not sleeping! I grew increasingly worried. Stepping into the boys' dorm building, my legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move. All my attention focused on my ears, listening through the heavy thumping of my heartbeat for any slight sound around me. Just as I stepped onto the second step of the first floor, I heard footsteps and boys talking behind me. My head instantly buzzed. No time to be nervous, I dragged my uncooperative little steps towards the first-floor washroom [the toilet door opens into the washroom], cursing myself under my breath while silently praying no one was in the toilet.
Entering the bathroom, without much thought, I rushed into a half-open stall. Holding my breath, I listened to the footsteps outside. The sound grew closer—they entered the hallway, two steps up the stairs, then more steps... they went upstairs. 'Phew...' I sighed and walked out. Feeling a cool sensation below, I reached down and touched; the area between my legs, which had slowly dried after coming out, was wet again...
I finally climbed to the 3rd floor, pricked up my ears and listened for a long time. There was no movement. I rushed into the washroom at the fastest speed I could manage. But I didn't notice and stepped right into a large puddle of water on the washroom floor. Barefoot stepping in water made a 'splat' sound. Normally, this sound wouldn't be a big deal, but today, it made my heart leap into my throat. In a frantic hurry, I tried to step out of the puddle. Barefoot on the tiled floor, with a puddle of water, and a panicked state of mind, I made a significant mistake—after just two steps, my foot slipped... Normally, if I were about to slip, a slight adjustment of my legs could prevent a fall, but I didn't realize the limitations on my legs, and my hands didn't try to control my body. Then I heard another, heavier and louder sound—'THUD!!'
My entire body fell heavily face-first into the water, my chest slamming hard against the tiles. The pain made my head spin, my vision went dark, and tears welled up in my eyes. Even worse, due to the restraints on my legs, I found it difficult to get up.
And so, my whole body wriggled in the puddle like a white maggot. After struggling for about five minutes, I finally managed to pull myself up by the edge of the pool. At this point, I didn't care about being covered in filthy water and staggered into the toilet. I went into a stall. Because my hands were dirty, I didn't engage in penetrative masturbation but instead vigorously rubbed my clitoral area. Riding on the earlier tension, I quickly reached orgasm. After coming out, I began untying the rope from the window frame. The tight knot was something I had intentionally thought of, aiming to buy a little time while untying it. With light, untying it was still simple. Soon, I untied the rope and went downstairs with my spoils.
The way was still relatively smooth. After entering the teaching building and going up to the second floor, my mind felt much more relaxed, because there was no one around, so I didn't have to be so nervous. The feeling of being naked took over, and I leisurely walked along the corridor, which was usually crowded but now completely empty. It felt really good. Only after my mood had relaxed did I remember that I had fallen into a puddle of unknown composition earlier, and I had been messing around in it for a while, and the feeling of nausea came back immediately. I rushed into the restroom... but then came out again. Maybe going into the men's restroom was more stimulating *︿＿︿*. After entering, I stood in the pool where the mop was being washed. It was a suitable place, except the faucet was too low, only reaching my hips... Hmm? Why is this faucet facing upwards? It's just right for me to take a shower O【∩＿∩】O. I stood in the men's restroom, using my hands to splash the cold water to take a shower, which was really stimulating. Let me wash down there. I stood on tiptoe, aiming my private area at the water flow, and I shivered all over. Wow～ The faucet actually feels much better than the showerhead. I closed my eyes, turned the faucet on fully, held the wall with my hands, stood on tiptoe, and enjoyed the gentle and stimulating flow of water. My legs soon became so sore that I felt embarrassed.
Grumpily getting down, continuing to wash. After the shower, I suddenly remembered the enema I read about in a novel, feeling a surge of heat... Ah, my little pussy was washed for nothing, it's all wet again. I was both angry and excited, cursing in my heart: 'You little slut, see how I torment you!!'
I turned my back, turned on the faucet, then stood on tiptoe and stuck my butt up toward it. The water washed over the valley between my buttocks, as if washing over my heart, wave after wave of palpitations. Finally aligned with the anus, I excitedly straightened my body. The water pressure broke through the barrier, rushing directly inside, then being squeezed out by internal pressure, cycling back and forth as if being fucked by the water stream. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, completely ignoring the strain on my feet. Just then, I made a mistake—my calf cramped. My legs instinctively relaxed, and my butt sat directly down onto the faucet... I was 'hooked' onto it. Now the water only went in, not out. In panic, I reached down to turn off the water but accidentally turned it up even more. My entire lower abdomen felt filled with water, icy cold. I felt the cold, shivering. My legs tried to find leverage but only flailed uselessly. My belly swelled more and more, painfully distended. Tears instantly burst from my eyes—was I going to be 'burst' to death here by water forced up from below?
My hands kept turning the faucet, twisting it to the maximum, then from maximum to minimum. The water flow finally stopped, but my stomach was painfully bloated. I couldn't bend over or lift my legs no matter what, hanging on the pipe with my body stretched straight. I could only support myself with both hands on the pipe, using all my strength to hold my body up, then tried to lift my buttocks a bit. As soon as I lifted them slightly, water rushed out from inside me. When my hands lost strength, I was 'plugged' back inside by the faucet. After several attempts, my stomach finally stopped hurting. Slowly, I bent over, lifted my legs, braced against the edge of the pool, and pulled my buttocks off the faucet. 'Splash...' The water rushed out, and I almost cried out in relief...
Now it's thoroughly cleaned inside and out...
After cleaning up, heading to the classroom. Today's activities turned out to be much more than I had planned...
Entering the classroom, it was time for the challenge again. Our classroom windows faced the boys' dormitory. The classroom was pitch black, so I turned on the light. Outside the windows, it became pitch black again; I couldn't see the windows of the boys' dormitory and didn't know what was happening on the other side. I felt both nervous and excited. I moved a stool onto the desk, climbed onto the desk, stepped onto the stool, and stretched my body to reach the key on the light tube [due to the limitation of my legs, this action took me an extremely long time, and I stood up shakily].
Touching the cloth bag, I breathed a sigh of relief. While untying the rope, I fantasized that a boy across the way had discovered me, and then all the boys got up and pressed against the window to watch my snow-white naked body highlighted by the light. My body began to heat up, and one hand involuntarily reached toward my wet crotch, inserting a finger and moving it around—so pleasurable. 'Come and see, all of you, come see such a lustful woman putting on a nude show right in front of you,' I whispered softly, letting the joyful fluid flow over my fingers and down my thighs... Ten minutes later, I was still in this position... Twenty minutes, still the same... Half an hour passed, and I was still standing here. One hand simply couldn't undo that stubborn knot. But my other hand seemed glued, utterly unwilling to pull out from between my legs... In just forty-five minutes, I reached climax three times. Enough! Enough! After the third climax, I forced myself to pull out my finger, ending my wanton nude show...
After getting the key to the large dormitory, my lust remained unsated. I turned off the lights, climbed onto the podium, and masturbated once in front of 'the whole class' before leaving.
After leaving the teaching building, thinking about the most thrilling part of the day was about to happen. Nervous and excited beyond control, trembling all over, and covered in goosebumps.
—— If someone in the dormitory is awake, I'm doomed —— I quietly moved to the door of the dormitory, pressed my ears against the door and listened quietly. Apart from snoring, there seemed to be no other movements. I carefully inserted the key and turned it to open the door. There were probably about half the people still in the dormitory, all sleeping soundly. I quietly walked straight to the last bed. The handsome guy on the bed was none other than the gentleman who gave me the key earlier. I gently knelt on the ground, raised my bottom, and reached my hands and shoulders into the bed to search. At this moment, if someone like a GG discovered me, I would be in a perfect 'Welcome' position. Thinking about this, my hands were about to go off track again. Just at this moment, I heard a sound from the adjacent bed. My whole body froze there, helpless and unable to move, my lower abdomen twitched, and I felt like I was about to urinate. I think I was already soulless at this moment. While being extremely frightened, it suddenly became quiet again, with no sounds. I didn't know what was going on, and I didn't care anymore. I reached in to search. Finally, I found it. I crawled out, walked a few steps on my knees, leaned against the window sill to stand up, and glanced at that bed. It was just that guy turning over. But I couldn't stay here anymore, and I hurriedly left the dormitory. My god, it was too exciting.
Last level, I felt much more relaxed and slowly walked towards the door. But today, the doorway felt different from before. I sensed something was off as soon as I left my own dorm room earlier. But I couldn't remember exactly what was wrong.
It wasn't until I was almost at the security guard's duty room that I suddenly realized what was off. Usually, the light in the security guard's room isn't turned on. Why was it on today? It being on wasn't the main issue; the key was that the complaint box was right under that light. And that spot happened to be right at the school's main entrance. If there were no gate, it would be less than 20 meters from the main road...
What should we do now? Damn school, why install a fence gate? They should install those thick, airtight iron doors!!!
I hid in the shadows for a long time, unable to think of a solution. Looking up at the morning star in the east, I knew I couldn't delay any longer. Fine, how many people could there be just before dawn? If I'm seen, I'm seen. It's still better than being seen by the whole school!!
Steeling myself, I walked over, trembling hands taking the key to unlock the box door. The key pouch lay obediently inside, but I couldn't just grab it and run. Under the intense lights, standing naked almost at the edge of the street, I untied a tight knot I had tied myself...
My hands were trembling. Taxis were shuttling outside, and my lower abdomen began to cramp again. Tears welled up in my eyes. A taxi passed by the front gate, and suddenly, I heard a sharp screech of brakes. Immediately after, the car reversed and stopped at the school entrance. The blaring horn was the best language to mock me. I didn't dare to look up; my mind was a tangled mess, and my legs felt as if they were fixed in place. I stood there, unable to move. My hands were still moving on the rope, but I didn't know if they were still untying it. The taxi moved, turned, reversed, and aimed its front end at the school gate. Just as I was wondering what he was going to do, the headlights lit up. The glaring light shone on me, and I could even feel the heat from the headlights. It was scorching every inch of my skin. I couldn't hold it in any longer; liquid gushed down my legs, splattering all over the ground—I had lost control. Laughter came from outside the gate, more than one person. I frantically gnawed at the tangled knot with my mouth. Finally, the knot came loose. I no longer had the strength to run. Holding the key, I dragged my body away from that 'stage' and hid in the darkness inside the security guard's room. Away from the tense environment, my gradually calming heartbeat contrasted with my body growing hotter and hotter. As I punished myself by roughly kneading my own breasts, I pondered: 'What's wrong with me? Could I really be the so-called slut described in novels?'
As the pussy became increasingly hot and wet, my impulse grew stronger and stronger. The burning desire made me feel like in the next second, I would involuntarily rush into that dazzling, bewildering brightness, back to that stage of lights that drove me crazy...
I hid in the darkness inside the guard booth, leaning against the cold wall, my legs almost numb and nearly losing sensation from being bound by rope and iron rings for so long. The key pouch was still tightly clutched in my hand, knuckles white from the force. The taxi outside had already driven away, the laughter gradually fading, but the glaring headlights and the shame of incontinence were seared into my skin like a brand.
But my body wouldn't listen.
The heat inside me hadn't subsided at all; on the contrary, it surged even more fiercely because of the extreme tension moments before. Wet fluid trickled down the inside of my thigh, mingling with the previous water and sweat, cool yet carrying a blush-inducing stickiness. I bit my lower lip, one hand still vigorously kneading my own chest. My nipples had long been hard to the point of pain, sending fine electric currents with the slightest touch.
"What’s wrong with me..."
The voice was so low it was almost only audible to myself. But the body was more honest than any words. Fingers unconsciously slid towards the crotch again, parting the soaked soft flesh, pressing against the already swollen clit. Just two gentle circles, and my waist went limp. I had to squat lower, using the wall to support my body, to continue.
The night wind seeped through the door crack, blowing against completely naked skin, raising a layer of fine goosebumps. Yet this slight chill only made the heat more pronounced. I closed my eyes, my mind replaying the scene from earlier—the feeling of the car headlights on my body, the laughter outside the door, myself standing almost at the edge of the street undoing the rope. With each thought, my hole contracted, and my fingers clenched tighter.
Not enough.
The squatting position made the rope cut deeper into the flesh of my thighs. The metal rings lightly clinked with each movement, emitting faint metallic sounds. These sounds were especially clear in the silent night, reminding me of what I looked like now: a naked woman with her legs locked together, only able to shuffle in small steps, who had just wet herself at the school gate and was now masturbating in the guard room.
I quickened the movements of my hand. Two fingers together, the entire length submerged into the wet, hot passage, while my thumb firmly pressed against the clitoris, rubbing rapidly. The other hand pinched my own breast, nails sinking into the soft flesh. Suppressed panting leaked from between my teeth. I was afraid someone might hear, yet I vaguely hoped someone really would pass by—preferably a boy, preferably someone who would push the door open and see me like this.
The climax came urgently and fiercely.
At the moment my body convulsed violently, I bit my own wrist to keep the sound from escaping my throat. A large amount of warm liquid gushed from my opening, soaking my own palm and thighs. The rope became even wetter, sticking to my skin, and every slight movement brought a subtle pulling sensation.
The lingering pleasure of climax hadn't fully subsided before a new emptiness surged up.
I pushed myself up from the wall slowly, my legs so weak I almost knelt back down. I casually stuffed the key pouch into the gap between the iron ring and my thigh to keep it from falling again. Then, I made a decision that even I thought was crazy—
I'm not going back to the dorm.
At least not going back now.
The eastern sky had already begun to show a faint bluish-white, yet the campus was still quiet. I took a deep breath and, dragging legs that could only shuffle in tiny steps, walked once more into that brightness where I might be seen. This time there was no purpose, only the simple desire to walk. To let the night wind pass over every inch of my skin, to let any possible gaze rest upon me.
I slowly shuffled along the track of the sports field. The rough rubber surface scraped against the soles of my feet, occasionally a small pebble would dig in painfully. But this pain, instead, made my consciousness sharper. The streetlights by the track stretched my shadow very long, its naked outline stark and glaringly clear on the ground. I stopped, turned around, and spread my arms towards the empty bleachers, as if inviting a non-existent audience.
Her fingers reached toward between her legs again.
This time I did it standing. My legs were restricted by the iron rings, only able to part slightly. The wet sounds of my fingers moving in and out were especially loud in the quiet night. As I moved, I imagined the bleachers filled with people—classmates, teachers, even passing security guards—all watching me, watching this woman who had locked herself up and was masturbating in the middle of the sports field.
When the climax hit, my knees went weak, and I almost knelt. A large amount of clear liquid splattered onto the plastic floor, glistening under the lights. Panting, I used my still-trembling hand to smear the liquid around, as if leaving my mark on the ground.
Keep walking.
I bypassed the cafeteria and took the little-used path beside the library. Tall holly trees lined both sides of the path, almost completely blocking the light. The darkness made me feel slightly more at ease, but it also made my desires more unrestrained. I leaned my back against a tree trunk, spread my legs as far apart as possible (though limited by the iron rings, the range was pitifully small), and used both hands together—one rubbing my clitoris, the other thrusting. The rustling of leaves masked my suppressed moans.
I don’t know how much time had passed when the sky was already clearly brightening. Faintly, the noise from the student dormitory buildings in the distance could be heard from early risers. I had to go back.
But just as I was about to head toward the girls’ dormitory, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
The light next to the complaint box was still on.
I stood there, my heart pounding violently again. Reason told me I should immediately return to the dorm, untie the rope, and clean up all traces. But my body had already turned around on its own.
One step.
Another step.
I walked back into the bright light. The complaint box was still open, empty inside. I didn't leave immediately but stood right there, facing the direction of the main road. The morning air already carried the sound of passing vehicles, though still sparse.
I raised my hand, this time not covering any part.
Her fingers once again slipped inside herself. The light illuminated my movements clearly. If a car passed by at this moment, the driver would definitely see—a naked woman, her legs bound by ropes and iron rings, standing at the school entrance, masturbating as if no one else was around.
This scene excited me so much I could hardly stand.
I quickened my pace, raising my other hand to vigorously knead my own breast, twisting the nipple until it turned red and swollen. The sounds of water, suppressed gasps, and the occasional metallic clink of rings blended together. In the distance, car headlights truly swept by, but I didn't hide. The car slowed but didn't stop. I could even sense the people in the car watching.
The climax came more violently than any before.
I leaned my whole body forward, bracing myself against the complaint box with one hand to avoid collapsing. Liquid spurted out, some landing on the concrete floor, some flowing down my thighs all the way to my ankles. I maintained that position until the spasms completely subsided.
Then, I slowly straightened up, took the key out of the iron ring, locked the complaint box again (though it was already empty inside), and dragged my heavy steps, inching my way back to the girls' dormitory.
When I pushed the door open, there were already sounds of someone getting up and moving about in the hallway. I practically crawled into my own room, locked the door behind me, and slid down to sit on the floor with my back against it. The rope, the iron ring, my still dripping wet body—everything was still there.
I didn't untie it immediately.
Instead, she stayed in that position, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Not crying.
is a deeper kind of excitement and emptiness, almost tearing one apart.
After a long time, I finally reached out my hand and unraveled the ropes that had already soaked through. When the iron rings were removed, deep red marks remained on my inner thighs. I gently pressed them with my hand, and the pain brought me back to reality.
After hiding everything in the deepest box under the bed, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the hot water poured down, the goosebumps on my skin slowly subsided. Standing under the water, I reached for myself again with my fingers. This time, there was no climax, just a slow, careful cleaning of the lingering traces.
Drying off, changing into ordinary pajamas, and lying back in bed. The curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only the sound of my own breathing in the room.
I stared at the ceiling, replaying the scenes from the entire night over and over in my mind.
From the moment I left the door, to falling into a puddle, to being
The lower body was burning faintly again.
I pulled the quilt over my head and slipped my hand into my pajamas. This time the movements were very light, as if afraid of disturbing something. Yet the pleasure came exceptionally clear. I bit the pillow and silently climaxed once under the covers.
After it ended, I brought my wet fingers to my nose to smell, then closed my eyes.
The sky outside the window is completely bright.
And I know that after tonight, I can never go back to being the person who only hid in the dormitory reading articles and masturbating.
Next time, I may not prepare so many keys again.
Or perhaps, I simply won't leave myself any way out.
Desire is like a seed personally buried, which has thoroughly sprouted tonight. It will continue to grow until it devours my entire being. And I am willing.
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