Self-abusing female police officer's work diary

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A Self-Destructive Female Police Officer's Morning Routine:

At 6:30 AM, I woke up from a dream. Opening my eyes, I saw my husband beside me, and my heart filled with sweetness. I met my husband when I first joined the police station, and it's been half a year now. We've been living together for two months, but we're not married yet. Like many others, I habitually call him "husband." Waking up alone, seeing him beside me, I unconsciously reached out to touch his handsome face. I touched his face like a rare treasure, my face filled with sweet love. I really wanted to kiss him, but I didn't want to wake him from his dream. However, he still woke up, saw me immediately, and gently kissed my forehead. As if bewitched, I obediently snuggled into his arms, showering his chest with tender kisses. He also became more proactive, holding me tightly in his arms, kissing the back of my neck, kissing me until my heart fluttered. I couldn't control my desire and we made love deeply. Fifteen minutes later, we both reached orgasm.
I lay limply on top of him, my pent-up desire still burning. My husband showed no intention of going again; he simply stroked my flowing hair, leaned in, and kissed my forehead before getting up. Still burning with desire
, I secretly took out the remote-controlled vibrator we used for lovemaking. Since we had just finished, my vagina was still wet, making it easy to insert the vibrator. Then I got dressed and pretended nothing had happened; my husband seemed oblivious.
After I finished washing up, my husband returned with breakfast. We ate together, like newlyweds, enjoying our meal. After breakfast, we changed into our uniforms—police uniforms—and went to our workplace, the police station. "
Officer Jiang, good morning!" My colleagues, who had arrived earlier, greeted me as usual. I responded in the same way. I went to my desk, put down my bag, and went to the restroom. I turned on the remote, and the slight vibration inside my vagina sent waves of pleasure through my body. I enjoyed myself alone in the restroom. Once my vagina had adjusted, I turned it to the highest setting, focusing all my attention on it. I quickly reached orgasm.
After orgasm, I went limp, my arms hanging naturally at my sides, and the remote fell to the floor without me noticing. Still savoring the afterglow of orgasm, I heard the familiar sound of high heels approaching from outside. It must be a female colleague coming to the restroom; all the female colleagues in our department wear high heels, including me. I composed myself, pulled up my pants, left the vibrator inside my vagina, and left the restroom.
Back at my desk, I prepared to start my work for the day, checking the schedule and the cases to investigate. Just as I was working diligently, my boss arrived. Our boss was a woman, probably only two years older than me. I was really envious; she was our boss at her age. But what could I do? She was both beautiful and capable.
My boss, Madam Xing, began to speak: "Today is New Year's Day, and our police station has arranged an event."
I was listening attentively to Officer Xing when suddenly, the vibrator in my vagina started vibrating. I wasn't paying attention and almost cried out. What was happening? How could the vibrator in my vagina vibrate by itself? Did someone else use the same remote-controlled vibrator as me? I suppressed the pleasure, trying not to make a sound. I looked around, hoping to find someone like me. I really hoped to find someone who shared this hobby. After watching for a week, I didn't find anything. It seemed like I was the only one experiencing this. I reached into my bag to turn off the vibrator, but when I reached all the way in, my bag was empty of the remote. Oh my god, I remembered that I had dropped the remote while masturbating in the bathroom and forgot to pick it up. I didn't know who had it now. I couldn't just take the vibrator out like that. I had no other choice but to endure it, hoping no one would notice.
Madam continued talking about the activities. But I couldn't hear anything clearly, I only knew she was talking non-stop.
I was struggling to hold back, and I was almost at my climax on the low vibration setting. Just when I was about to climax and couldn't hold back anymore, the vibrator stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief, but then I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, why did it stop now? I really wish it hadn't stopped, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold back. If I cried out, I would be so embarrassed." It was a feeling of wanting it but not wanting it, not wanting it but wanting it. This feeling was hard to explain. Just as I recovered, the vibrator started vibrating again, this time on medium speed, even more intense than before. I had no choice but to pretend nothing was wrong and endure it.

Madam was still talking about the event, and I pretended to listen attentively. I heard what Madam was saying, but I didn't write a single word down. I had no idea what the event was about, only that there was an event today.

I was still enduring the vibration in my vagina, and just as I was about to reach orgasm again, the vibrator stopped. I was incredibly frustrated. Then Madam finished speaking, saluted her colleagues, and they all returned the salute. I couldn't be different, so I saluted them back. Madam then left our office. I stood at my desk, feeling that although I hadn't orgasmed, my vagina had released a lot of vaginal fluid.
I had to clean myself up. I found a spare outfit under my desk—an autumn dress that I had last worn last week. The outfit consists of a long-sleeved police uniform shirt and a pencil skirt. Because it's an autumn uniform, the skirt is slightly longer than the summer version, ending about 10 centimeters below the knee. There's a 20-centimeter slit in the back, but it still makes walking a little difficult; each step is only about 40-50 centimeters. Normally, walking is fine, but last time I went out on a case, I accidentally ripped the slit open a little. When I got back, I changed out of the uniform and asked my husband to take it to the dry cleaners and have the slit repaired. I haven't worn it yet, so I don't know how it was washed, how well it was repaired, or if the repaired slit will look the same as before. I took the uniform to the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom, took off my pants and underwear, and removed the vibrator from my vagina. I realized I was incredibly wet; my underwear was completely soaked, and a little bit had seeped through. My pants were also slightly damp. Luckily, no one noticed. If they had, I don't know where I would have gone to hide. I quickly washed myself down there and changed back into the clothes I had brought in. The clothes were fine; I didn't need to change my bra, but to match my skirt, I changed into a shirt. However, when it came to underwear, I realized I didn't have a spare. There was no other way in this situation, so I just put on pantyhose. Because the weather has been cool lately, my spare pantyhose were thicker, 320D, so it didn't feel like I wasn't wearing underwear. Then I took out the skirt. I wanted to check how the dry cleaner had done the repairs. It was very clean, just like new. However, when I saw the repaired seam, I was shocked. The repairman had actually sewed up the entire 20-centimeter seam! Now the skirt was a one-piece skirt with no seam. I was furious, but I had no other choice. This was the only skirt I could change into. Looking at it closely, the repair was actually quite good. You couldn't tell at all that it was originally a skirt with a 20-centimeter seam. Since that was the case, I decided to just pretend it was a one-piece skirt from the start. I put on the skirt and tucked the hem of my shirt into it.
Finally, it's all taken care of. Now that the vibrator is out, I'm not so worried anymore. You have my remote control, so it's useless now. I'm not afraid anymore. Walking back to my desk, since the skirt has become a closed-off pencil skirt, my steps are even smaller. Now each step is only a little over a foot, about 35 centimeters. Walking from the bathroom to my desk wasn't uncomfortable, just a slightly smaller step than usual, which is about the same distance on flat ground. I sat down at my desk and continued working. I opened my drawer and was surprised to find something extra inside. It was a box, about the size of a new phone's packaging, with a piece of paper stuck to it. The writing was typed on a computer:
"Darling, I care about you a lot. I know your secret. Your remote control is still in my hands. I guess you don't have spare underwear. The underwear in this box is for you. You must wear it immediately, or I'll make sure everyone in the entire company knows your secret." The letter read: "From someone who cares about you."

I didn't find anything particularly special about the letter, but what a stroke of luck! I was just short of underwear and someone was bringing me some. Of course, I'd accept! So I took the box and went to the restroom. When I got there, I opened the box, wanting to see what kind of underwear this caring person had given me. Wow, it was leather underwear! How wonderful! I'd never worn such high-end underwear before. But upon closer inspection, I blushed. The shape was similar to ordinary briefs, but it seemed less elastic. It had a back zipper, like the back zipper on my pencil skirt—an invisible zipper. The reason for the zipper was probably because the underwear wasn't very elastic; without it, I wouldn't be able to put it on. There was a 4-centimeter diameter protrusion at the anus, and something resembling a penis protruding straight into the underwear at the vaginal opening. The fake penis had a small protrusion about one centimeter in diameter towards the anus. Where the fake vagina meets the underwear fabric, a 3mm diameter line extends tightly against the underwear towards the anus. This line is very stiff, like a bicycle brake line, and the end of the line protrudes from the anus, with a 3cm diameter ball at the tip.

As soon as I saw the underwear, I understood what was going on. The fake vagina and the ball on the underwear were why I had to wear it. Since that's the case, I'll just treat it as masturbation, since I masturbate often anyway, and my husband doesn't object; in fact, he's very supportive. I took off my skirt, pantyhose, and high heels. I started putting on the underwear, pulling it up from my feet until I reached my genitals, where I inserted the fake vagina into my vagina. Pulling it up further, I finished, and zipped up the back zipper, habitually, just like when I put on a skirt, zipping it all the way down. But when I pulled it all the way down, I heard a click, like something locking itself. I then noticed that the waistband of the underwear was stiff, like a thin leather belt. When I zipped the back all the way up, the leather-like thing at the top of the waistband snapped shut. I tried to take off the underwear, but I couldn't; it was locked onto my body. A thread about a centimeter long peeked out from my anus, with a ball at the top. With every step, the thread shimmered like a rabbit's tail. Because the thread was somewhat soft but very stiff, each shimmer caused my vagina to throb, giving me intense arousal. But with the tail sticking out like this, I couldn't wear a skirt. Wearing one would create a large bulge at my anus, like the tent my husband's underwear makes when he's erect. What should I do? I was frantic. Suddenly, it dawned on me: I could put the ball inside my anus! That way, it wouldn't shimmer or throb when I walked. Pretty clever, right? Sure enough, it seemed like that was how the ball was designed; I easily put it into my anus.

I put on my pantyhose again, and when I was almost done, I put a sanitary napkin outside my underwear. I always put sanitary napkins inside my underwear, so putting it outside felt a little strange and a bit exaggerated. I put on my pencil skirt and high heels, looked at myself in the mirror, and couldn't see anything wrong. I turned around and looked behind me; nothing seemed off, except the pencil skirt looked a little off because it wasn't open. But no one could be sure if that was the style of skirt. Also, my high heels were higher than my colleagues'. When I reported for work, my boss required women to be at least 1.70 meters tall including shoes, and I'm only 1.58 meters. So I've always had to wear 12-centimeter heels to work. Those taller than me wear 8-centimeter or 5-centimeter heels; I'm the shortest here, there's nothing I can do about it. Luckily, my job mainly involves helping them look up information; occasionally I need to go out to look up information, but that's rare. I'm a police officer here, doing the work of a white-collar worker. I really don't know what the point of all those martial arts skills my teachers taught me in school were.

I returned to my desk and started my normal work. Not long after, a colleague came over and called me, saying, "

Officer Jiang, what are you still doing here? The event has been going on for half an hour, everyone's gone. Didn't you notice? It'll be your turn to perform soon. Come with me!"

Only then did I realize that everyone in the office was gone; they'd all gone to participate in the event. I hadn't heard the details of the event, only that there was one, and I was about to perform. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and get to the event first; the earlier I got, the more time I'd have to prepare.

I followed behind my colleague, who strode ahead while I could only jog behind her. The altered pencil skirt forced me to move quickly with short, small steps. My heels were 12 centimeters high, which meant I could only walk with my toes pointed up, bearing weight on the balls of my feet. Luckily, my toes are naturally very pointed, as if I were born to wear these kinds of shoes, and I've gotten used to it over time, so walking in them wasn't too difficult. As long as I paid attention to taking small steps, it was fine.

Upon arriving at the event, the host announced that Officer Li from the Armed Police and Officer Jiang from the Civil Police would demonstrate how to restrain a prisoner, with Officer Li playing the policeman and Officer Jiang the prisoner. It was my turn, and I was only playing the prisoner. After exchanging handshakes, we began the performance. The rope was already prepared—the kind used by the police, soft yet strong. This type of rope is difficult to break free from and suitable for prolonged restraints. He folded the rope in half, found the middle section, and draped it around my neck, letting it hang naturally in front of me. He tied a knot slightly above my breasts, between my breasts, and slightly below them. Continuing downwards, he tied another knot every 10 centimeters. Then he said, "Ms. Jiang, to allow me to perform better, I need to temporarily loosen your skirt. I'll put it back on afterward. Please cooperate." Seeing that I had no other choice, I nodded in agreement. I unzipped the back of my pencil skirt myself, letting it fall naturally, revealing the pantyhose I was wearing underneath. Now Officer Li could continue. He passed the rope between my legs, then gestured and tied several knots behind my back. Next, he passed it through the rope behind my neck, then split it and went under my arms on both sides, around my upper chest, through the middle rope, and back to the back. He crossed the rope again, then brought it to the front, crossed it under my breasts, and back to the back. After crossing it again from behind, the two ropes separated, each looping around my upper arms before returning to the back, but not very tightly. My arms stretched slightly backward, but I could still clasp them together in front of my chest. I couldn't go any further; that was it. My hands couldn't be raised or spread to the sides. My hands could only be held firmly and naturally downward. He tied another knot at the back, seemingly to give my hands some room to move, but I couldn't untie the knot myself, and the rope wouldn't loosen or deform. Then he continued tying the rope down, crossing it between the front and back, all the way to my anus. Only then was it finished. When he reached that point, the rope was used up, and now my body looked like the armor on a ghost's back—ghost armor, yes, I remember now, that's what he did. This kind of tying perfectly accentuates a woman's curves. I really love this style. Thank you for such a beautiful way of tying it. After finishing, he tied a final knot, placing the end at my anus. But I felt like this wasn't the end. What's this? My hands can still move, although not much, but they're still usable. Then he took out another rope, folded it in half, found the midpoint, and tied it around my waist. Then he wrapped it around my stomach and pulled it tight, then another loop. Each loop was pulled very tightly, causing me pain, so I had to pull in my stomach. He would tighten it again as soon as I relaxed a little, until he had tied it more than ten times before stopping. By then, I had forced all the air out of my stomach into my chest, and I realized my chest was being squeezed too tightly, making it difficult to breathe. My waist had shrunk from 1.8 feet to 1.6 feet, while my breasts had gone from a 33D to a 34E. They looked incredibly large now; I never imagined I would have such beautiful breasts. Even if it was uncomfortable, I was willing to endure it. That's how women are—they love beauty to the point of risking their lives. He tied a knot behind my waist, seemingly a tight knot, then threaded it through the back of my neck, and let it fall down, binding my hands tightly, dropping it as high as it could go. Then he tied another knot behind my back. Finally, he helped me put on my skirt. The skirt clung loosely to my waist. Because my waist was two inches smaller, the skirt naturally slid down until it reached just above my buttocks, then stopped. It seemed a little too long for me. I tried taking a couple of steps and realized I had to take much smaller steps than before; each step felt less than a foot, only about 30 centimeters.
Our performance stage was outside, and I hadn't stopped the whole way. Now that I stopped, I realized I was shivering in just a shirt. I retreated behind the stage, thinking it wouldn't be so cold, but then, Officer Li, who had slapped me earlier, draped a black trench coat over my shoulders. He was so thoughtful; he even knew I was cold. After I put it on, he helped me button it up. I then realized it was a women's trench coat with a belt, and he helped me fasten the belt as well. He then buttoned each button for me. I was so touched. His movements were so gentle as he buttoned it. After buttoning the top button, he even gently stroked my face. I found a place to sit down, but as soon as I did, I realized the knot in the anus was trying to force itself into my anus, but it just wouldn't go in. It made me very restless. I tried sitting down gently and still, which made me feel a little better. I continued watching the rest of the program, but after my performance, the event ended with one more act.
It was already noon, and my husband came back from his shift. He gave me a big hug and said, "Let's go eat together." I nodded and followed him to the cafeteria. When we got there, my husband told me to get a bowl. I went to get the bowl, but then I realized my hands were still tucked behind my back. I'd completely forgotten about it on the way here with my husband. I went back to him and said, "Honey, you go, I don't want to go. I'll wait for you at the table." Without waiting for his reply, I went straight to the table and sat down, waiting for him to bring me my food. A little while later, my husband brought the food, placed it in front of me, and started eating by himself. I was so anxious and didn't know what to do. I had no choice but to say to my husband, "Honey, come sit next to me." Without thinking, he sat down beside me. Then I said to him, "Honey, can you feed me? My hands are a little uncomfortable." He immediately replied, "What's uncomfortable?" I didn't know what to say then, a wave of unease washing over me, like being caught cheating on a test. I lowered my head and whispered, "My hands are tied behind my back." My husband paused, then reached behind me and said, "How did this happen? Let me untie them for you." He started to untie them. I immediately pulled away, refusing to let him, and said, "There are so many people here, are you trying to embarrass me? You should feed me." So, I nestled in my husband's arms, and he fed me. However, because of my back pain, I couldn't eat much.

After I finished eating, my husband took me to my desk and then went to the restroom. He didn't come back for a long time, probably to defecate. I sat at my desk waiting for him to come and untie the ropes. By then, my other female colleagues had all returned to their seats. My husband still hadn't arrived, so I decided to go look for him. On my way to the men's restroom, I bumped into one of my female colleagues, Wang Xue. As soon as she saw me, she exclaimed, "Hey, Jiang Yan, did you enjoy the massage this morning? Was it very comfortable? So, did your husband help you get rid of it?" She didn't seem to realize I was still being massaged. "I really envy your figure, it's so good, even better than a model's figure." Wang Xue kept talking to me. I could only make small talk with her. As we walked and talked, I somehow ended up back in our office. I had completely forgotten about finding my husband to help me get rid of it! Sigh, no wonder I was being massaged.

I had to sit down at my desk. Then Wang Xue came over and started chatting again. "Hey, Jiang Yan, why are you still wearing a trench coat? We're back in the office now, the air conditioning is on. It's so hot, aren't you hot? Take off your trench coat." "

No, I'm not hot." Just after I said that, the dildo inside my vagina suddenly started vibrating. Luckily, it wasn't very strong, and there was no sound; only I knew it was vibrating slightly inside me. I pretended nothing was wrong and continued talking to her seriously. "

It's not hot yet. Look, your face is all red."

"No, it's really not hot. I'm afraid it'll get cold if I take it off." I really admire myself for finding such a good excuse.
"Oh dear, you can put it back on when it gets cold. Take it off now," she said, and started to help me take off my trench coat.
At this very tense moment, at this moment of confusion, at this moment of being ready to surrender, suddenly a female colleague called out to us, "Jiang Yan, Wang Xue, Madam is looking for you in the office. She wants you two to come over quickly."
I felt like I'd grabbed a lifeline and breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Xue and I walked towards Madam's office. I'd only taken a few steps when the dildo inside me stopped. We went into Madam's office together, waiting for her instructions. "

A murder has occurred on the fourth floor of No. 133 Chenghua Road, East Third Intersection of Erring Road. You two go investigate and gather clues. Some of your teammates have already gone; you can go now." "Yes, Madam." Wang Xue and I answered in unison. She even saluted at the same time, while I just stood at attention, saying the same thing without saluting. Luckily, Madam was looking at documents with her back to us, then waved and said, "Go ahead."

We left Madam's office. We left the police station. Heading towards our destination.

Just as we stepped out of the police station building, I saw Wang Xue had also put on her trench coat, and we went downstairs together.

As I took my first step down, my back foot was forcibly pulled forward—it was the hem of my skirt. My skirt is too short. Walking on flat ground isn't a problem, but going downstairs is proving difficult. I almost tripped just now, but thankfully I caught my foot quickly. This skirt, before it was altered, was just the right length for one step up or down a flight of stairs; the design of a pencil skirt is meant to allow for that. Now, I can't even manage one step. And after that big movement, the dildo inside my vagina is vibrating again. Luckily, it's on the low setting, so I haven't felt anything unusual; it's still within my tolerance. But how am I going to take the next few steps? I can't take every step like this. Just as I was getting anxious, I suddenly thought of turning sideways. While this didn't increase my stride, it increased the vertical distance between my feet, allowing me to descend the stairs step by step. I walked sideways, enduring the vibrations in my lower body, until I reached the main street. Just as I was about to climax, the dildo finally stopped.

We were waiting for a ride. I didn't have my own car, and neither did Wang Xue. The police car had already left, so we had to find our own transportation and report back later. Wang Xue asked me how we were getting there, and I replied, "Of course, we'll take a taxi! Why would we take the bus? This is official business; can you afford to be responsible for delaying it?" Wang Xue agreed. Actually, my real reason was that I couldn't take the bus. The skirt I was wearing wouldn't fit on the bus, and my hands were draped behind my back, so I couldn't lift the skirt to get on. We hailed a taxi and headed straight for our destination.
I felt relieved because the prisoners in this performance were like props; they just stood there and let the staff hold them up. It was the simplest and easiest role to play. I went up on stage, and Officer Li arrived at the Taichung Ying Hotel.
We arrived quickly and got out of the car. We were in a narrow alley; the car couldn't go any further, so we had to walk. When we reached the middle of the alley, I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then called out to Wang Xue, "Could you do me a favor?" Xiaoxue glanced at me and said, "Say what's wrong." My face flushed red. I didn't know how to say it. I wanted to ask her to help me untie the ropes. But I was also a little shy. If I didn't say anything, I wouldn't have another chance when we got to the destination. Here, with no one around, was the best opportunity. So, blushing, I whispered to her with my head down, "Could you help me untie the ropes?" She seemed confused. "Untie what? Ropes? What ropes?" She didn't seem to realize I was being tied up. I had to lower my voice and say, "I'm still being tied up. You'll know when you unbutton my clothes." At first, she seemed confused, not understanding what I meant, but she slowly started unbuttoning my clothes, thinking I was playing some trick. When she unbuttoned the first button, her hands stopped, her mouth widened, and her eyes stared at me without moving. She froze, not reacting for a long time. After about half a minute, she finally said, "Why are you tied up inside?" I chuckled, shook my head shamelessly, and gestured for her to continue untying. When she had unbuttoned every single button, she took off my trench coat, revealing my ravaged body underneath. Holding the coat, she slowly circled me, and actually said, "It's so beautiful!" I was furious. I was ravaged like this, and she said I was beautiful. After looking me over, she stood in front of me, not untying the ropes, just staring at me as if I were a work of art. I finally reminded her, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and untie me!" She then stopped untying and started questioning me, "You've been like this since you were ravaged this morning, haven't you untied it?" I nodded. "Did you eat lunch?" I nodded again. "How did you eat?" I said my husband fed me. She asked again, "Does your husband know you were ravaged like this?" I nodded again, my face flushed red. "Then why didn't you let your husband untie you?" I was so angry! If I hadn't bumped into you when I went to see my husband at noon, I would have untied it already. I wasted two extra hours being tied up like this. I explained the situation to her and asked her to untie it quickly. Only then did she remember to untie it. She went behind me and started to untie it, but it was tied so tightly, it was very difficult to untie. She pulled me back and forth, trying for ages, but couldn't get it right. Finally, after a lot of effort, she managed to untie the first knot and put my hands down. But when she tried to untie the second knot on my back, she kept pushing and pulling me back, just couldn't get it right. Finally, she told me it was a dead knot, and she couldn't untie it without tools. She said her hands were down now, and she could move a little. I put my hands behind my back and helped untie it. In the process of pushing and pulling me back and forth, she activated the dildo inside me again. Now I know that this thing inside me activates whenever I make big movements or fluctuations; it seems to be a vibrating device. Finally, we worked together and finally untied the rope around my waist. My breathing became much easier. I pulled my skirt up a bit, to a normal height, and it stopped slipping down.
Then she said to me again, "The ropes are all untied, so why are you still tied up?" I had to explain again that it was another rope, and the tying was done with two ropes. So she tried to untie it, but after circling me several times, she finally asked, "How did you tie it? I can't find the end of the rope." I was even more embarrassed then, because I knew the end of the rope was tied to my anus. But how could I ask her for help with something so embarrassing? I told her I could untie the rest myself; we'd already wasted a lot of time here, let's hurry up and move on. I grabbed my trench coat, intending to put it on first and find another opportunity to untie the rest of the rope later. I explained my plan to her, and she didn't insist anymore, since it had already taken so long to untie two knots. This last one looked like it was full of knots, and she didn't know how long it would take to untie. I was trying to put on a trench coat, but I couldn't lift my arms, making even something as simple as putting it on impossible. Seeing I couldn't, she helped me. She draped the coat over my shoulders as usual and was about to button it when I quickly stopped her, saying, "Wait a minute, my hands aren't even in the sleeves yet!" Oh right, that's when she noticed—my hands weren't in the sleeves; that's how it was unbuttoned earlier. So she realized that too. She took the coat off again, and from behind, first helped me put my hands into the sleeves, then worked her way up to put it on, finally helping me button it up. The drawstring on my arms pressed against the underside of the trench coat sleeves, making it look like I had something stuck underneath, which made it always seem like my arms were visible from the outside, even more so than before. But I doubt anyone who didn't know would immediately realize that.

The dildo inside my vagina was still vibrating as we walked together towards the fourth floor. Because I had lifted my skirt a little, I could walk a bit faster, and we quickly reached the bottom. Just as I was about to climax, the dildo stopped working again. There was no elevator here; we had to climb the stairs. I headed towards the stairs, but as soon as I lifted my leg, the hem of my skirt blocked my way. I couldn't go straight up the stairs, even though I had lifted my skirt a little earlier. This was because when the skirt was still open, it only allowed for one step up the stairs. Now that the opening was sewn up, I naturally couldn't go up. I only had two options: 1) go up sideways like going downstairs, or 2) lift my skirt. I thought lifting my skirt would be faster, so I tried to lift it. However, I was wearing a long overcoat that reached my ankles. It was already difficult to lift it; lifting the overcoat first, then the skirt, would be too unseemly. I gave up after only two steps. I had no choice but to use the first method. I climbed the stairs sideways. This meant I could only step up with one foot, then lift the other to follow, and then take the next step. This made my movements a bit too vibrating. After only two steps, the dildo inside my vagina activated, on the mildest setting. The vibrations became even stronger as I climbed the stairs. I tried to hide my discomfort from Wang Xue and continued climbing, but I couldn't be too slow either; I had to increase the force and pace to keep up with her. Perhaps because of my vibrating, the dildo in my vagina increased its setting, vibrating even more intensely. After only one floor, I couldn't take it anymore, so I continued climbing, finally reaching another floor. Just as I was about to climax, at the most crucial moment, the dildo stopped again. I was truly at a loss, feeling incredibly frustrated and depressed. Just one more floor until the fourth floor. We kept going upstairs without stopping. All those reactions from before were just a fleeting thought. I kept going up, and when I reached the last floor and entered the room, I accidentally moved a little too much, and the dildo inside my vagina started vibrating even more. Luckily, this time it was a slight vibration, which I could still tolerate. But after a minute of vibration, the ball in my anus also started vibrating, also slightly. Now I was being attacked from both ends. Although the vibration wasn't strong, it felt incredibly, incredibly sexy.
Now I've arrived at my work location, and I'm about to start working. I'm going to work in this extremely sexy, extremely dark situation. No one here knows what's going on with me, and I don't want anyone to know, nor can I let anyone know. I have to stay calm, pretend nothing's wrong, and work as if nothing's wrong, taking photos now and collecting evidence now and then. I feel my face getting hot. I wonder if they'll notice something's wrong. Even if they do, they probably won't guess my true situation right away. I wandered around aimlessly, flipping through things, chatting idly, and before I knew it, half an hour had passed, yet I still hadn't reached orgasm. Each time, I'd stop just before climaxing. Several times, I'd involuntarily clench my legs. Finally, I'd accidentally start again.

We were done, and some of my teammates were done too, so we went downstairs together. Going downstairs was easier than going up; at least it wasn't as strenuous, and my movements were much smaller. And after wearing the dildo for so long, I'd slowly learned to control it. Going downstairs was almost effortless; I didn't even have to start once. We got into the police car together and went back to the police station.

I returned to my post and continued processing the collected evidence, hoping to make some new discoveries. I started my focused work, which went very smoothly. Before I knew it, it was time to leave work, and my husband came to my side. He waited for me to finish packing so we could go home together. I didn't want to keep him waiting, so I quickly finished packing and went home with him.

Back home, I was watching TV, chatting with my husband, who had already changed back into casual clothes. I was still sitting on the sofa watching TV. He sat down next to me and, seeing I hadn't moved, said, "Why are you still wearing your work clothes? You're off work, relax a bit, go change." I said to him playfully, "I want you to help me change." He gently stroked my nose with his finger, "You little rascal," he said affectionately. He led me to the wardrobe, asking which outfit I wanted, saying we should pick out something nice for our upcoming outing. I didn't choose, but instead asked him to help me take off my coat. After I took it off, my husband stared at me, dumbfounded. "Wow, you look so beautiful in this!" he exclaimed, pulling me into his arms. I felt like a cute little bunny in his arms. He held me so tightly I couldn't move. After a while, I finally said to him, "Okay, I need to change now. Don't you want to help me?" "Help me untie this rope first." He then said to me, "Honey, this rope is tied so beautifully, I really don't want to untie it. Let it stay tied like this, okay? I don't want to untie it." I almost fainted with anger. He just wanted me to leave it tied like this? I don't know what he was thinking. Did he really like me the way I am now? It's quite possible. But I wouldn't have it. I insisted on untying it, and started to untie it, but then I remembered that the knot of the rope was inside my skirt, near the buttocks. To untie it, I had to take off my skirt first. I took off my skirt. Watching the rope pass between my legs, I realized I hadn't gone to the toilet since it was tied. So I said to my husband, "Honey, wait for me to go to the toilet, you can watch TV first." I went to the toilet, and then I realized that the rope was blocking my way from taking off my pantyhose. I had no choice but to untie the rope first. However, the knot in the rope was near my anus. To untie it myself, I had to bend over, but because of the undergarments, my hands couldn't leave my body. It was really difficult to untie it after bending over; I tried several times without success. Finally, I had to call my husband to help me untie the rope. While untying it, the knot moved up and down on my anus, making it feel like my husband was having sex with me there. Finally, it was untied, but because I had gone around my crotch first, the rope was still pressing down on me, and I couldn't take off my pantyhose. I had no choice but to untie it all. While untying it, my husband kept saying it was a pity, such a beautiful rope knot was being untied. This time, my husband was impatient and reluctant, but he finally untied it all. Seeing his pained expression, I could only comfort him, saying, "Oh, don't be sad, it's just a rope knot. I'll make you another one next time." "Really?" my husband immediately jumped up happily and replied. I know I misspoke; I've really made myself suffer. "Okay, okay, hurry up and get out, I need to use the restroom." I pushed him out. I went to the toilet without a care in the world, urine flowing from the small hole under my black leather underwear. I never imagined you could wear underwear to the toilet. I didn't need to defecate. After urinating, I got up and rinsed the inside of the underwear with water, dried it, changed my sanitary napkin, and put on my pantyhose. I went to the wardrobe and chose what to wear that evening. I first put on a pretty, warm women's blouse. Then I chose a pair of jeans that fit perfectly. I put the jeans directly over my pantyhose. I also chose a pair of low-heeled shoes, only 8 centimeters high, so I could run and jump freely. They were very comfortable and free, and walking with my husband in them made me feel like a little bird nestled against me—it felt wonderful. After changing, I chose another coat. I picked a pink wool coat, which was quite long, reaching just below my knees. It was very windproof and warm in this kind of weather.
After everything was ready, we went out for my romantic getaway. My husband and I walked hand in hand. We strolled along until we came across a hot pot restaurant, and decided to go in for a meal. We ate happily, chatting and listening to him tell me his heroic tales. Before we knew it, almost an hour had passed. After we finished eating, we left the restaurant. He asked if there was anywhere I particularly wanted to go. I thought for a moment and didn't know. I could only say, "No, let's just stroll around a bit." We walked hand in hand, very affectionately, on the Couple's Bridge, looking at the large, beautiful streetlights on both sides. Suddenly, I felt like jumping up and taking one down. In my excitement, I jumped. My husband, seeing my joy, jumped with me, but I forgot I was still wearing my leather underwear. The moment I landed, my body started vibrating. This sudden vibration made me cry out, somewhat bewildered. My husband didn't seem to notice, because I was jumping, and this was just a casual cry after landing. It seemed normal, but not realizing it was a good thing was that the vibration inside me had truly started. I knew this would bring me to the brink of climax before stopping. I stopped vibrating, and we walked together in my husband's arms. Seeing that I had stopped vibrating and I was in his arms, he thought I was tired and said, "Are you tired? Let's go back." I gently hummed in agreement in his arms. We walked back, and halfway there I was almost at climax, but the vibration stopped. I wanted to restart it. But I couldn't just start vibrating again without any warning. I thought of a plan. I slapped my husband's butt hard and angrily, and then I laughed in his arms. He didn't know my intention, but he still slapped my butt hard. The slap hurt so much, it felt so good. I never knew slapping felt so good! Because of the slap, the dildo and the ball inside me started moving. Maybe because of the excessive force, this time they went straight to the strongest setting. The dildo vibrated wildly inside my vagina, and the ball vibrated wildly inside my anus, hitting my rectum back and forth, up and down. The impact point in my rectum was right at the prostate, making me completely weak. My husband was practically dragging me forward. The attack from both ends, with occasional super-strong vibrations, was incredibly stimulating and exhilarating. The super-strong stimulation even had a slight electric shock sensation. It brought my vagina to its peak. In less than two minutes, I orgasmed without any foreplay. This orgasm was unstoppable. I could only feel my vaginal fluid continuously flowing out of my body. The discharge had been flowing for a long time and hadn't stopped; it was still flowing, and I didn't know if it was urine or vaginal fluid. It made me feel like all my vaginal fluid wanted to flow out at once. I stood there, unable to move. I immediately squatted down, and my husband squatted down beside me, tenderly caring for me. He kept apologizing for slapping me earlier, thinking it hurt. Seeing my tears, he became even more anxious, grabbing my hand and making me slap his face, repeatedly saying, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have hit you. How could I hit a woman? How could I hit my own wife? It's my fault, it's my fault, I won't do it again, I was wrong, hit me." He kept slapping his own face with my hand until it hurt. Seeing how much he cared for me, I was deeply moved and hugged him tightly, saying nothing. He carried me home.

Back home, I didn't speak, pretending I hadn't felt the pain yet. I quietly went to bed. My husband brought me water to wash my face, pulled me up, washed my face, and even took off my shoes to wash my feet. But when he was taking off my socks, he rolled up my pant legs trying to find the edge of the socks, but he couldn't see it no matter how high he rolled them. That's when he realized I wasn't wearing ankle socks, but pantyhose. He pulled me up again and told me to take off my pants, saying, "Sweetie, get up, take them off, wash up, and go to sleep." After the climax, I was back to normal. I sat up abruptly on the bed and chuckled. When he saw me laugh, he was relieved. I took off my jeans and pantyhose myself. After washing up, I went to bed, took off my clothes, and fell asleep. Not long after, my husband finished washing up, came to the bed, and pulled me into his arms. I don't know why, but my husband just likes to hold me like that, as if he cherishes me. He held me very tightly, making me a little uncomfortable, and I squirmed in his arms. He kept touching me all over, and our desire flared up again. We wanted to make love, so my husband flipped me onto the bed and straddled me. But when he tried to take off my underwear, he found that it wouldn't come off and asked me what was wrong. I thought for a long time and finally told him what had happened that day. He looked at my anus and, sure enough, there was a lump. He pulled on the string outside the lump, trying to pull out the ball inside me, but I stopped him and said, "It's too full. I'll go to the toilet and take it out." He agreed, so I went to the toilet, pulled out the ball, and also took a dump. After I finished, I washed my anus clean with water. I went back to bed. My husband had already put on a condom. Then, a sudden idea struck me. I grabbed a water bottle, opened the cap, and took the ring from the cap. I put it on my husband's penis. As soon as it was on, his penis became erect and pointed directly at me. I lay on the bed, and my husband aimed at my buttocks. Slowly, he inserted himself. The first time was a little difficult, but after one full insertion, it was easy to go in and out. I arched my back, lying on the bed, and my husband grabbed my dangling breasts with both hands, like a horse's reins. My husband was very supportive. Each thrust went all the way in, all the way to the back. My rectum reacted naturally, I had a strong urge to defecate, probably just gas in my stomach. This gas pushed my husband's penis outwards, and he pushed it back in with even more force. Each thrust was incredibly pleasurable, and the dildo inside my vagina trembled because of the round ball that had fallen out. The dildo was thrusting in and out of my vagina, just like my real husband making love to me. And then there was my husband's real penis in my anus, and the dildo in my vagina was thrusting and vibrating, making my sensitive areas very engorged and incredibly stimulating. Towards the end, when my husband was about to ejaculate, he thrust harder and faster, and the dildo in my vagina naturally switched to the strongest setting, accompanied by a slight electric shock. This brought me to orgasm even faster. After those last 10 seconds of rapid movement, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. After the orgasm, I asked, "Honey, if I can never take these panties off, will you still love me like this?" My husband's reply surprised me greatly. He said, "Actually, I really like you the way you are. I love you even more than before. I could never take it off, and it wouldn't matter. The way we made love today was just as enjoyable because you are my submissive and I am your dominant. This kind of love that others can't accept, we can only find true happiness when we are together. I will love you forever." After saying that, he gently kissed my forehead, and we hugged each other and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, we went to the police station as usual, but I was wearing a pair of black leather underwear that someone had given me. This leather underwear couldn't be taken off, nor could it be cut. It felt like there were many thin steel wires in the middle of the leather, and the dildo seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of electricity. Now I can only work with very elegant movements at all times, because as soon as I make any big movements, my vagina will vibrate. My colleagues all say that I have become more ladylike and more beautiful. But I know that the person who gave me the underwear is among these colleagues, and I will find out someday. But right now, everyone seems to look like him. It's as if everyone can see right through my body.

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