Knots in Seedling (2)
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"Why don't you just cover your eyes? You'll fall asleep much faster that way. I actually think I've finally hit on a good idea this time."
The little girl replied, "Okay, but I don't have an eye mask. What should I use?"
I suggested, "My socks?"
She immediately rejected the idea: "Ugh! Gross, they stink!"
Then, after a moment's thought, she offered, "How about my stockings? They're long enough, and the black ones are opaque."
I wholeheartedly agreed, though a thought lingered in my mind: This little girl can only wear her school uniform on campus, so why does she have black stockings in the dorm?
The little girl rustled around for a bit and indeed found a pair of black pantyhose.
Another rustle followed, and then she sighed, "You should probably put them on for me. I'm completely hopeless when it comes to tying things."
I nodded in agreement. In the dim light, I saw that she had already taken off her school uniform and wasn't wearing any pajamas, just a set of tight long johns that perfectly accentuated her figure. While an iPad mini wasn't exactly known for its curves, it still exuded an inexplicable hint of allure. I took the stockings and immediately covered her eyes, tying a knot at the back of her head before quickly scrambling back into my bed.
It wasn't that I was deliberately rushing; it was just that I was worried about an awkward "little tent" situation, and even though the blindfolded little girl couldn't see, I still felt self-conscious.
"Hey!" the little girl protested with a touch of annoyance, "Don't just leave me standing here! Help me get to the bed!"
"Huh? Oh, right." I had forgotten that she had walked all the way to the door while searching for her socks and was still a few steps away from her bed. So, I got up again, walked behind her, and guided her towards the bed like I was escorting a prisoner, deliberately maintaining a safe, "tent"-free distance.
Perhaps it was instinct or just a subconscious action, but as I walked behind her, I instinctively reached out and pinned her arms behind her back. This sudden move, combined with her inability to see, startled her. She let out a soft "hmmph" and gently twisted her hands.
"What are you doing?" I was momentarily mortified, but my quick wit came to the rescue. I grabbed the shoelaces lying nearby and, while rapidly tying her hands together behind her back, said, "I'm worried you might secretly pull off the socks, so I'll just tie your hands up. That way, you can sleep soundly."
Before she could react, I had already secured the knot. The little girl wiggled a few times, unable to free herself, but didn't object further. After a soft grunt of protest, she obediently allowed me to lead her to her bedside. I helped her lie down and tucked the blanket around her.
It was then that I noticed she had taken off her cotton socks and was barefoot, having worn slippers when she got out of bed. I helped her remove the slippers. An irresistible urge welled up within me. Since she's already tied up, I thought, I might as well tie her feet together too.
The little girl whimpered softly twice and quickly tucked her little feet under the covers, denying me any further view. "You bad egg!" she protested, though without any real anger, "I'm going to sleep now. Don't you dare disturb me, and don't even think about touching me while I can't move, or you're dead!"
With that, she struggled to roll over, curled up her bound legs, and turned her back to me, falling silent.
I stared at the few delicate little toes peeking out from under the blanket before finally retreating to my own bed, mentally reciting: I must not break the precept. I am a eunuch. I must not break the precept. I am a eunuch. Wait a minute, I'm a monk, how could I be a eunuch…
I have no idea how much time passed, but the little girl remained silent. She didn't ask me to untie her, nor did she struggle or resist. It seemed she had simply fallen asleep while still bound. And after what felt like an eternity, I too drifted into a hazy sleep.
……
Waking up again, I immediately felt something soft brushing back and forth against my face.
Groggy, I forced my eyes open and realized it was a delicate, seemingly boneless foot.
I instinctively grabbed the foot in one hand and saw its owner sitting on the stool beside my bed, a mischievous grin plastered across her face. The silk stockings that had served as a blindfold had slipped down to her neck. Her feet were clearly free, as I was only holding her left foot, while her right foot rested casually on the edge of my bed.
Her hands were still behind her back, though I couldn't discern whether they were still bound or if she had managed to untie them herself.
"Hehe, does my foot taste good?" Vivian had reverted to her usual quirky and playful demeanor, her large eyes looking down at me with a teasing glint.
"You got untied? That's impressive," I complimented her, making no attempt to conceal my foot fetish. I brought her foot to my lips and gently kissed it, saying, "Delicious." Truthfully, I was tempted to hold it in my mouth, but I refrained out of respect. "Your feet are beautiful."
Vivian, caught off guard by my frankness, shyly but firmly pulled her foot away. She lowered her legs, slipped her feet back into her slippers, and said, "Aren't you grossed out? You had me tied up all yesterday, I didn't even wash my feet."
I replied honestly, "Not at all. I really like them. I don't find any part of you repulsive."
A blush crept onto the little girl's face as she said, "You're such a tease!" Then she turned around, showing me her still-bound hands. "I couldn't break free from these. I used my face to rub the blindfold down, then arched my back, swung my feet behind me, and used my hands to untie the ropes on my ankles. Pretty clever, right?"
I mentally pictured the contorted position she must have been in to untie her feet – a hogtied scenario – and a mischievous idea sparked in my mind.
"That's amazing," I said, "but I don't believe it. I can't quite picture how you managed to untie the ropes on your feet."
The little girl stood up, turned her back to me, and awkwardly kicked her legs backward one after the other, trying to demonstrate. "It's like this! My hands can reach behind my back!" Watching her playful struggle, I felt a pang of guilt.
After all, I had left her tied up all night. So, I asked with concern, "Do your hands hurt? They've been tied up for so long."
The little girl wiggled, testing the restraints. "Hmm, it's alright," she said. "My wrists don't hurt much, but I've been tied up for so long I just want to move around. Would you untie me, please?"
I chuckled. "Since it doesn't hurt, there's no rush. Let me tie your feet up, and you can show me again. Whether you succeed this time or not, I'll untie you afterward, okay?"
The little girl huffed. "Don't you believe me?"
I smiled. "No, not at all. I just want to broaden my horizons."
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