Exhibitionist working woman

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At 30 years old, I consider myself lucky. After returning from studying in the UK, and through two years of hard work, I finally own my own accounting firm. To others, I'm a capable, strong-willed, and never-give-up career woman. My firm, with nearly a thousand employees, handles hundreds of millions of yuan in audit and consulting business annually—something many envy. But no one knows that beneath my strong exterior lies a humble heart. Deep down, I have a strong, almost obsessive, fascination with self-imposed constraints. I find immense psychological satisfaction in the feeling of being bound and helpless within these self-imposed limitations.
I've always known my psychology differs from most people's, but I couldn't understand why. During my years studying in the UK, I had the opportunity to learn about many people like me who derive psychological satisfaction from activities of enslavement, bondage, and being enslaved and bound. There are also many professional manufacturers providing various specialized tools for this purpose. The more I learned about bondage, the more fascinated I became, especially with self-bondage. After a busy day at work, back in my cozy villa, I often bound myself, indulging in the pleasure of helplessness. In this state of complete helplessness, I didn't need to think about anything related to the firm; I could completely relax, without needing to think about anything, just helplessly struggling and waiting. Even now, my self-bondage is limited to my private space. Recently, a bold idea has become increasingly clear in my mind. For a week, I've been considering how to turn this idea into reality. And today, I'm finally going to begin my plan.
I took my LV handbag from the drawer under the table, opened it, and pulled out a heavy little package. Inside, a row of delicate little brass locks lay on the table. 1, 2, 3, 4… I counted them; exactly the number I needed—16 in total. Looking at these small yet sturdy locks, a strange excitement welled up inside me. I would finally be firmly bound by these 16 locks.
I picked up a lock; it had two keys attached. The keys easily opened the lock. I removed the keys, placed them on either side, and put the unlocked lock back into the package. Similarly, I tried each of the remaining 15 locks, making sure each one could be locked smoothly and that the keys could be opened easily. The 16 unlocked locks were all put back into the package; I would take them home to complete my binding. I had divided the 16 keys to the brass lock into two sets and placed them on either side. I put one set of 16 keys into an envelope. Then I took out a small box and put the other set of keys into it. Finally, I put both sets of keys and the package containing the brass locks back into my handbag. The clock on the wall showed it was almost 11 o'clock. I picked up my handbag, took out my trench coat from the closet, and left the office. I realized I wouldn't be coming back here at least this afternoon. I had to explain things to Linda. Linda was my secretary, a beautiful 24-year-old girl. Perhaps if my plan went wrong, she might be my last hope. But that was just a possibility; I wasn't entirely sure.
"Linda, I have an important client meeting this afternoon. If I'm not back by noon tomorrow, come to my house and pick up a document."
"Okay, Ms. Jia."
"Also, if no one's home when you get there, call this number—1392222222."
"1392222222, I've got it, Ms. Jia. I won't let you down."
After giving the instructions, I went straight to the elevator. Instead of going down to the underground parking lot as usual, I planned to leave my BMW at the company and take a taxi home. This was one of my plans to make it harder for me to break free from this constraint.
Stepping out of the company gate, a cool breeze blew in, and I couldn't help but shiver. The office was heated, and I was only wearing a dark gray wool suit, with sheer black stockings on my long legs and 12-centimeter pointed-toe suede heels. This outfit was elegant and composed for a professional woman, but perhaps no one would suspect that beneath this composed suit, I was wearing incredibly sexy lingerie. My alluring breasts were faintly visible beneath a black lace bra, and the equally black lace thong offered minimal coverage. The black lace garter belts connecting the black lace-trimmed stockings must have been incredibly seductive.
I put on a cape, went out onto the street, and hailed a taxi. "To Lido Plaza." We arrived at the square quickly. After getting out of the car, I went straight to the parking lot at the back. There were benches along the edge of the parking lot for people to rest on. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the area ahead, it was much quieter here, with only a few people around when someone was parking or retrieving their car. I chose the quietest bench and sat down. Seeing that no one was around, I quickly took an envelope containing a set of keys from my bag and quietly slipped it under the bench. I stood up and looked at it. The envelope wasn't very conspicuous; it wouldn't be easy to spot unless you looked closely. I figured no one would notice the keys here. After one last look, I hurriedly left the parking lot. I should head home now. It's about a 30-minute walk from the square to my villa. I walked for about 10 minutes and came across a rather inconspicuous flower shop by the roadside. I went inside, and a very pretty little girl greeted me. "Hello, miss, how can I help you?" "Yes, I'd like to send a flower basket to my friend and give her a small gift along with it." I took out a small box containing another set of keys from my bag and said to the little girl, "Could you help me wrap this box?" "It would be my pleasure to do that. When and where would you like to send these gifts?" "I'll send you the address a little later. You can just pick them up at the address tomorrow when it's convenient for you. Also, I have a small request: unless I call you or come in person, please don't give the gifts to anyone or mention them to anyone before tomorrow, okay?" "Don't worry, miss, I'll do as you ask." "Thank you." "You're welcome." Watching the small box containing the keys that would unlock its constraints being wrapped into a beautiful little gift bag—this would be the last set of keys—I paid and left the flower shop. As my plan progressed step by step, I couldn't help but feel excited and quickened my pace. In less than 20 minutes, I was back at my villa. It was almost midnight.
Entering the two-story villa, I quickly ate something—I didn't want to eat too much, as I didn't want to feel too uncomfortable later—and then took a relaxing hot shower. It washed away the day's fatigue, leaving me feeling much more relaxed. It was time to start preparing for my plan. I didn't like being naked during selfbondage, so I needed to choose a sexy outfit first.
Opening a wardrobe in the bedroom, I found it filled with all sorts of sexy lingerie, garters, panties, and stockings in various colors. What should I wear today? Black is my favorite, so I'll wear black. I took out a black lace semi-transparent bra, put my arms through the shoulder straps, and gently covered my breasts with the cups. Then I reached behind my back and fastened the back clasp. The thin lace cups created a hazy, alluring effect. Next, I picked out a small black lace thong, but after thinking for a moment, I put it back. There's still one thing I haven't done.
I took a box from the closet; it was a new Bondage product that had just arrived from the UK two days ago. Inside the box were two realistic massage sticks, each with a small ring at the bottom. A thin chain also secured the sticks firmly inside my body. A wireless remote control was also included, allowing me to set a timer for the massage sticks to activate. Once activated, the sticks would randomly cycle on and off until the remote was turned off or the batteries ran out. The sticks were powered by high-efficiency lithium batteries, supposedly providing 48 hours of continuous power. 48 hours… that was both exciting and frightening. I picked up the larger stick and easily inserted it into my already aroused body from the front. After lubricating the other stick slightly, I inserted it from behind as well. The two large sticks penetrating me from both ends immediately created a feeling of fullness in my genitals. I picked up the thin chain and first tightly fastened the chain around my waist, fastening the clasp. Then, starting from behind my waist, I threaded another chain through the small loops at the bottom of the two vibrators, crossed between my legs, and finally wrapped it around to the front, connecting it to the chain around my waist. This tightened chain firmly secured the two vibrators inside me; without loosening the chain, the two vibrators inside me could not be removed. To experience true self-slavery, merely fastening the chain was not enough; locking the clasp was the true beginning of my bondage. I took out two delicate little locks I had brought back from the office. I knew that once the locks were engaged, I would have to wait until I got the key from the envelope in the parking lot or the key from the florist to unlock the chain and remove the two vibrators inserted inside me. I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately locked the locks anyway.
I picked up the lace panties I had just chosen and put them on. The small thong perfectly covered the delicate chains while showcasing my round, full buttocks to the fullest extent. Only upon close inspection could one notice the subtle metallic sheen of the chains within the lace; otherwise, the unusual appearance was imperceptible—exactly the effect I had hoped for. I took out a new pair of black stockings and gently slipped them onto my long legs, carefully smoothing them without a single wrinkle. The stockings had a very sexy lace trim around the top, adding to their irresistible allure. I took out a black lace garter belt, tied it around my waist, and attached four garter straps to the lace trim of the stockings. Finally, I put on a pair of 12-centimeter pointed-toe stiletto heels. I tightened the straps at my ankles and locked the eyelets with two small brass padlocks. Again, until I obtained the keys to the padlocks, I would have to wear these sexy high heels.
After getting dressed, I walked to the dressing mirror. The 12-centimeter heels made it a bit more difficult than usual to maintain balance and an elegant posture, but it wasn't difficult for me (though I didn't truly understand what happened later; those 12-centimeter high, thin heels caused me a lot of suffering). I saw a pretty woman in the mirror wearing sexy clothes that could make any man's heart flutter, looking so arrogant and alluring. But this arrogant woman was about to become her own slave—that woman was myself.
It was already 2 PM, and there was still a lot of preparation to do. Sitting in front of the vanity, I applied makeup while organizing my thoughts for the next step. With my makeup done, I hoped I would be just as beautiful and charming during my self-bondage (actually, I think that's just wishful thinking; reality is usually the opposite). Next, I needed to prepare several envelopes. The first green envelope was for the little girl at the florist. I wrote the villa's address inside so the florist could deliver the key to my house tomorrow. This envelope had to be delivered before today, otherwise I might not be able to free myself. I put this envelope in the dressing table drawer. The second, third, and fourth envelopes were for my friend Jian. Each envelope explained what Jian should do. I knew Jian would faithfully follow my instructions. I left the second pink envelope on the dressing table, the third purple envelope in the study next door, and the last light blue envelope on the back of the villa's front door so I could easily see it before leaving.
Time flew by; it was almost 3 o'clock.
I picked up the phone and dialed Jian's number.
"Jian, can you come to my place at 5 o'clock?"
"Sure, I have some things to do right now, and also, my car isn't fixed yet, but I'll try my best to get there by 5."
Indeed, I deliberately scratched Jian's car yesterday, and it's currently being repaired at the shop. Jian doesn't know that this was also part of my plan.
"You must come, I'll be waiting for you."
After finishing the call with Jian, I disconnected the home phone and turned off my usual cell phone. From now on, I don't want anyone to bother me. I took out my new cell phone with the number 13922222222. Only Linda knows this number, and I think she'll only call it if she comes to my house tomorrow and can't find me. I set up a voicemail on my phone: "Linda, I'm not home right now. Come to my study upstairs after noon. The documents are on the desk. The house key is under the doormat." This arrangement was essentially a last resort for Linda should anything go wrong. Of course, I didn't want to use this contingency plan; it would make me lose face, and besides, I wasn't sure what Linda could do for me.
I'd basically finished all the preparations. I went to the study next to the bedroom. Actually, it was more accurately my entertainment room. Most of the time, I would indulge in the pleasures of self-bondage here.
Besides the bookshelves, there was a large cabinet in the study filled with all sorts of bondage items I'd bought over the years. Opening the cabinet, I realized it was time to choose my self-bondage gear. The cabinet was neatly filled with all sorts of ropes and chains, and of course, my favorite and most cherished items: gags. Gags are my absolute favorite, especially the spherical gags shaped like equestrian harnesses. The feeling of that round rubber ball tightly stuffed into my mouth is what I crave during selfbondage. However, today I've chosen a spherical "0" gag. The gag part is a 5-centimeter diameter ring made of stainless steel wrapped in a layer of soft leather. This ensures the gag's strength without damaging my teeth from prolonged wear. The spherical harness straps are made of leather with many tiny, highly resilient steel wires inlaid in the inner layer, making them difficult to cut with a knife. The buckle can be locked with a padlock, so if I put this gag on and lock it, I'll have to wait until I unlock the padlock to remove it. After choosing the gag, I continued to select my restraint tools: two white cotton ropes, two pairs of genuine leather leg shackles, a pair of handcuffs, a pair of tight-fitting gloves, and a leather collar.
I'm about to begin my restraints. First, I'll deprive myself of the right to speak. I picked up the horse harness-shaped gag; the 5-centimeter-diameter "O"-shaped gag seemed a bit too big for my small mouth. I tried my best to open my jaw as wide as possible and forcefully shoved the ring into my mouth. Finally, the ring was inside, the upright ring pressing tightly between my jaws, making it impossible for me to close my mouth. I first wrapped the straps on both sides around the back of my head and tightened them as much as possible. The straps on both sides of my cheeks merged into one on my forehead, then wrapped around the top of my head and split into two again, one behind my ears and the other tied together with the straps locked at the back of my head. Finally, I tightened the two shorter straps under my jaw. The tightened straps under my jaw forced me to bite down hard on the gag in my mouth, leaving no room for loosening. Thus, the horse harness-like straps tightly secured the "O"-shaped gag in my mouth. I took out four small brass locks, which could lock the four buckles on the harness-like straps. Once locked, I would truly be deprived of my freedom of speech. I would have to wait until I got the key to remove the gag. After hesitating for a moment, I finally "click, click, click..." and locked the four buckles. I tried to remove the gag, but there was absolutely no way to do so. All I could make were indistinct "ah ah ah ah..." sounds. This meant that from now on, I would have no way to communicate with anyone through language.
Besides being unable to speak, even more embarrassing things began to happen... Because of the "O"-shaped gag binding my mouth, my mouth was forced open, making swallowing saliva extremely difficult, even impossible. And the saliva in my mouth seemed to be deliberately working against me, secreting more saliva than usual, quickly filling my mouth. If I were using a ball-shaped gag, holding the ball tightly between my lips could slightly slow the saliva flow, but this "O"-shaped gag wasn't so lucky. Because it was hollow in the middle, the saliva flowed uncontrollably down the corners of my mouth. Imagine how embarrassing it would be for a normally dignified and elegant woman to be drooling like a puppy. My hands weren't bound yet, so I could wipe them constantly, not too badly. If my hands were bound, I imagine how unsightly that would be.
Next, I put on a 5-centimeter-wide genuine leather collar, with a "D"-shaped ring around each side, which could be easily used for various restraints. Similarly, I locked the collar with a small brass lock I'd brought back from the office. I figured no ordinary person, except perhaps a dog, would wear such a collar, and it was incredibly humiliating for someone as outwardly noble and self-respecting as me to be wearing a collar only a dog would wear.
I took out an A-frame ladder and propped it up in the middle of the room to begin preparing the first step of my escape mechanism. This whole escape mechanism was actually quite complicated. I took out a spring and two thin ropes, one long and one short, from the cabinet. The shorter rope was about 60 centimeters long, and the longer one was a little over 3 meters. I tied both ropes to one end of the spring. I took out three brass locks with keys from the cabinet, opened them, took out the keys, and tied the keys to the other end of the shorter rope. Then I took out three thumb-thick, 2-meter-long stainless steel chains from the cabinet and placed them next to the ladder along with the spring and the tied ropes. I went to my desk, turned on my computer, and started a time-control program. This program controlled the switch of an electromagnet mounted on the ceiling. When the switch was on, the electromagnet would become magnetic, firmly attracting the metal key. When the switch was off, the magnetism would disappear, and the key would fall. I turned the switch on and set it to disconnect at a random time between 3 and 5 hours. This way, the electromagnet would maintain its magnetism for 3 hours, or maybe 5 hours—nobody knew.
I returned to the ladder, picked up the three iron bars and spring from the floor, and decided to hang them from the ceiling. Normally, climbing a ladder would be easy, but now, with my feet in high heels and shackled, climbing the ladder was undoubtedly a huge challenge. However, to complete my plan, I finally managed to climb up with difficulty.
First, I hung two chains on two circular rings on the ceiling, one meter apart. Then, I hung the remaining chain and the spring with the thin rope attached to it on two more circular rings, also one meter apart, perpendicular to the first two. Finally, I attached the key, tied to the short rope, to the electromagnet on the ceiling. If all goes well, the key should dangle down after 3-5 hours when the electromagnetism dissipates. This would potentially free me from some of my restraints. After confirming that all preparations on the ceiling were complete, I carefully climbed down the ladder and put it away. I hung the three unlocked padlocks I took from
the cabinet onto the three hanging chains. I took out a 4.5 cm diameter U-shaped iron ring from the cabinet; the U-shaped opening of the ring allows for tension adjustment. I threaded the longer thin rope hanging from the ceiling through a circular ring fixed to the ground, leaving about 10 cm of rope remaining. I tied the U-shaped ring to the end of the rope. Lifting the "U" ring allows the thin rope to stretch the spring, simultaneously lowering the shorter rope. When the spring is stretched to over 50 centimeters, the key attached to the ceiling will fall, within easy reach when standing. If the spring tightens, the key will be unreachable even when hanging down, preventing the release of the restraints. Returning to the
bedroom wardrobe, I took out a dark blue cloak, a black hat with a veil, and a silk scarf, neatly arranging them on the bed. Then, I took out the box containing the remote control for the internal massager, set it to 30 minutes later, and after that, the massager would begin working randomly. Unless turned off with the remote, it would continue working intermittently until the battery ran out. I put the remote back in the box and locked it with the provided lock, removing the key—it's impossible to access the remote without it. I returned to the study with the key, placed it inside the binding glove, and secured it with a small piece of tape.
Holding a single glove, a pair of handcuffs, two 1-meter-long and two 2-meter-long pieces of white cotton rope, and the last three small brass locks without keys that I had brought back from the office, I walked to the center of the room and neatly arranged these items on the floor. Time was running out; I had to complete the final restraints before the vibrator was turned on, otherwise, I might abandon the entire plan after reaching orgasm.
I sat down in the center of the room, legs together, and took out a 2-meter-long cotton rope. I wrapped it around my ankles a few times, then looped it between my feet, tightening the horizontally wrapped rope vertically, leaving a 30-centimeter end, and tying a knot. Next, using the other 2-meter-long rope, I bound my legs tightly at the knees in the same way, thus binding my legs together. I turned around, knelt on the floor, and threaded the remaining ropes from my ankles and knees through the rings fixed to the floor, tightening them securely. My feet were now firmly fixed to the floor rings, unable to move an inch. I straightened up slightly, hooked my hand onto the chain hanging from the ceiling, fastened it to the ring on my collar, and locked it with the padlock. The length of the chain meant I could only kneel upright, not sit on my feet.
I paused, carefully reviewing the entire plan one last time, making sure everything was in order. I picked up the handcuffs, took out the key, and attached it to the "D" ring on the front of the collar, then to the "D" ring on the back. Once my hands were handcuffed, there would be no turning back. The fantasy of self-enslavement had made me unwilling to think about anything else; I just wanted to complete this final self-imposed restraint before I regretted it. I reached my hands behind my back, raised my arms high, slipped the handcuffs onto my wrists, and tightened them securely.
A stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in sexy black lingerie, stockings, and high heels, knelt tragically in the center of the room, her body completely bound: her feet were tightly bound to the ground with ropes, her hands were handcuffed high behind her back, a horse harness-shaped "O" gag was gagged her mouth, and two enormous vibrators, designed to keep her aroused throughout her enslavement, were firmly chained to her body. And the one who imposed all these constraints on this woman was none other than myself; I had become completely my own slave.

[The End]

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