Self-abusing female police officer's work diary

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At 6:30 AM, I woke up from my dream and saw my husband beside me. My heart was 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. 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, making my heart flutter. I couldn't control my desire and we made love deeply. Fifteen minutes later, we both reached climax. 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 aroused, 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. Afterward, we changed into our uniforms—police uniforms—and went to our workplace, the police station. "Officer Jiang," my colleagues 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 beautiful and capable. My boss, Officer 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 and didn't make a sound. I looked around to see if anyone else was doing the same thing. 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. mbdbm continued talking about the activity. But I couldn't hear anything clearly, only that she kept saying something. 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—it 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. mbdbm was still talking about the event, and I pretended to listen attentively. I heard what mbdbm was saying, but I didn't write a single word down. I had no idea what the event was about, only that it was happening 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 mbdbm finished speaking, saluted his colleagues, and they all returned the salute. I couldn't be different, so I saluted them back. mbdbm 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 needed to clean myself up. I found a spare outfit under my desk—an autumn dress I'd 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, extending 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 back slit 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. Next, I took out the skirt. I wanted to check how the dry cleaner had done the repairs. It was very clean, like new. However, when I saw the repaired seam, I was shocked. The repairman had actually sewed up the entire 20cm seam! Now the skirt was a one-piece skirt without a seam. I was furious, but I had no other choice. This was the only skirt I could change into. Looking closely, the repair was actually quite good; you couldn't tell it was originally a 20cm 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 was fixed. After taking out the vibrator, I wasn't so worried anymore. You have my remote control, so it's useless now. I'm not afraid anymore. I walked back to my desk. Now that the skirt was a one-piece skirt without a seam, my steps were even smaller. Now I could only take a little over a foot, about 35 centimeters. I didn't feel any discomfort walking from the restroom to my desk, except I took slightly smaller steps than usual, though it's 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 the packaging for a new phone, with a piece of paper stuck to it. The paper had some writing on it; it was typed on a computer and read:My dear, I'm someone who cares about you a lot. I know your secret; your remote control is still in my hands. I guess you don't have spare underwear, right? Here's the underwear in this box for you. You must wear it right away, or I'll make sure everyone in the entire organization knows your secret. Signed: Someone who cares about you. I didn't think the letter was anything special, but what a stroke of luck! I was just short of underwear and someone brought 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 person who cares about me had given me. Wow, it's leather underwear! How amazing! I've never worn such high-end underwear before. But upon closer inspection, my face turned red. The shape of this underwear was similar to ordinary briefs, but it seemed less elastic. It also had a back zipper, like the back zipper on my pencil skirt—an invisible zipper. The reason the zipper is open here is probably because these panties aren't very elastic; without it, I wouldn't be able to put them on. There's a 4-centimeter diameter protrusion at the anus, and a penis-like protrusion protruding straight into the panties near the vaginal opening. The fake penis has a small protrusion, about one centimeter in diameter, towards the anus. Where the fake penis meets the panty fabric, a 3-millimeter diameter line extends tightly from the anus towards the protrusion. This line is very stiff, like a bicycle brake line, and the end of the line protrudes from the anus, ending in a 3-centimeter diameter ball. Seeing these panties, I understood what was going on. The fake penis and the ball were why I had to wear them. Since that's the case, I'll just pretend I masturbate. 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 artificial vagina. I pulled it up further, and once it was on, I zipped it up from the back, habitually like when putting on a pencil 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 down, the leather-like belt at the top of the back snapped shut. I tried frantically to take the underwear off, but I couldn't get it off; it was locked onto my body. A thread, about 10 centimeters long, peeked out from my anus. A small ball was at the top of the thread, and it twitched as I walked, like a rabbit's tail. Because the thread was somewhat soft but quite stiff, each twitch caused my vaginal muscles to jerk, giving me intense arousal. However, with this tail sticking out like that, I couldn't wear a skirt. Wearing one would create a large bulge at my anus, like the tent my husband makes when he's erect. What could I do? I was frantic. Then it dawned on me: I could put the ball inside my anus, so it wouldn't twitch and jerk when I walked. Pretty clever, right? Sure enough, the ball seemed designed that way; I easily slipped it inside. I put on my pantyhose again, and as I was almost finished, 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 the pencil skirt and high heels, glanced at myself in the mirror, and couldn't see anything wrong. I turned around to look at myself from behind, and there was nothing amiss, except that the pencil skirt seemed a little off. It wasn't officially certified, but no one could be sure if that was the standard style. Also, my heels were higher than my colleagues'. When I reported for work, my supervisor required women to be at least 1.70 meters tall including shoes, while 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. Luckily, my job mostly involves helping them look up information, and occasionally I need to go out to retrieve data, but that's rare. I'm a police officer here, but doing white-collar work. I really don't know what the use of all the martial arts my teachers taught me in school is. I returned to my desk. I started my work as usual, but not long after, a colleague came over and called me, saying, "My dear 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 there first, so I'd have some time 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 12-centimeter heels meant my feet were only on the tip of my toes, with the balls of my feet bearing weight. Luckily, my toes are naturally very pointed, as if I were born to wear these shoes, and I'd gotten used to it over time, so walking 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. We exchanged handshakes and 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 help you 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 his work. He passed the rope between my legs, then gestured and tied several knots behind my back. Next, he passed the rope through the back of 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 then crossed the rope again, bringing it to the front and crossing it under my breasts, then back to the back. After crossing it again from the back, the two ropes separated and circled around my upper arms, then returned 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 move them forward; that was it. I couldn't raise my arms or spread them to the sides. My arms could only hang straight down naturally. 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 the shape of my anus. Then he continued tying the rope down, crossing the front and back of my anus, until he reached my genitals. That was when he finished tying. By then, the rope was used up, and my body looked like the armor on a ghost's back—ghost armor, yes, I remember now, that's what he tying me. This tying method perfectly accentuates a woman's curves. I really love this tying method. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful tying method. After finishing, he tied a 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 the range of motion is limited, but they're still usable. Then he took out another rope, folded it in half, found the midpoint, and wrapped it around my waist. Then he wrapped it around my stomach and pulled it tight. Then he wrapped it around again, pulling it very tightly each time. It hurt so much that I had to pull my stomach in. As soon as I loosened it a little, he immediately tightened it again. He kept doing this for more than 10 times before he stopped. By then, I had pushed all the air out of my stomach into my chest. Only then did I realize that my chest was too tight, and I was having some difficulty breathing. My waist had shrunk from 1.8 feet to 1.6 feet.My breasts went from 33D to 34E. They look incredibly large now; I never imagined I'd have such beautiful breasts. Even if it's uncomfortable, I'd be willing to endure it. That's just how women are—they're willing to risk their lives for beauty. The rope was tied in a knot behind my waist, almost a perfect knot, then passed over the back of my neck, and then fell down to hold my hands up, hanging as high as it could go. Then it was tied in another knot behind my back. Finally, he helped me put on my skirt. The skirt was loosely on my waist because my waist had shrunk by two inches, so it naturally slipped down until it reached just above my buttocks, then stopped. This made the skirt seem a little too long for me. I tried taking a couple of steps and found that I had to take much smaller steps than before, each step 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 backstage, thinking it wouldn't be so cold, but unexpectedly, Officer Li, who had teased 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, and I realized it was a women's trench coat with a belt. He also helped me fasten the belt and buttoned each button. I was so touched. His movements as he buttoned it were so gentle. After buttoning the top button, he even gently stroked my face. I found a place to sit down, but as soon as I sat down, I realized that the knot in the anus was trying to squeeze into my anus, but it just wouldn't go in, making me 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 after one more act. It was already noon, and my husband returned from his duty. He gave me a big hug when he saw me 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, only to realize my hands were still behind my back—I'd completely forgotten about it on the way here. I went back to him and said, "Honey, you go, I don't want to. I'll wait for you at the table." Without waiting for his reply, I sat down and waited for him to bring me my food. A little while later, he brought the food, placed it in front of me, and started eating. I was anxious and didn't know what to do. I finally said to him, "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 aren't very comfortable." He immediately replied, "What's inconvenient?" I didn't know what to say at that moment. A wave of unease washed 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 for a moment, 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 can feed me instead." So, I nestled in my husband's arms and he fed me, but 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 rope. By then, my other female colleagues had all returned to their seats. Why hadn't my husband come back yet? 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? How was it? Did your husband help you relax?" She didn't seem to notice that 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 chat with her about random things. As we chatted, walking and talking, I somehow ended up back in our office. I had completely forgotten about asking my husband to help me relax. Sigh, I deserve to be massaged. I had no choice but to sit down at my desk. Then Wang Xue came over to chat with me again, "Hey, Jiang Yan, why are you still wearing a trench coat? We're back in the office, and 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. Fortunately, 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 spoke to her seriously. "It's not hot yet. Look, your face is all red." "No, it's really not hot. I'm afraid I'll get cold after I take off my coat." I really admire myself for finding such a good excuse. "Oh dear, you can put it on later if it gets cold. Take it off now," she said, offering to help me take off my trench coat. Just at this very tense moment, this moment of uncertainty, this moment when I was about to surrender, a female colleague suddenly called out to us, "Jiang Yan, Wang Xue, mbdbm is looking for you in the office. He wants you two to come quickly." I felt like I'd grabbed a lifeline and breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Xue and I walked towards mbdbm's office. After only a few steps, the dildo inside me stopped. We went into mbdbm's office together, waiting for his instructions. "A murder has occurred at No. 133, 4th Floor, Chenghua Road, East Third Intersection of Erring Road. You two go investigate and gather some clues. Some of your teammates have already gone; you should go now." Yin es er mbdbm.Wang Xue and I answered in unison, and she even saluted at the same time, while I just stood at attention, saying the same thing without saluting. Luckily, mbdbm was looking at documents with his back to us, then waved and said, "Go ahead." We left mbdbm's office. We then left the police station and headed towards our destination. Just as we stepped out of the police station building, I saw that Wang Xue had also put on her trench coat, and we went downstairs together. As I took my first step down the stairs, my back foot was forcibly pulled forward—it was the hem of my skirt. My skirt is too small; it's not noticeable when walking on flat ground, but now going downstairs, I realized that this step size is actually quite difficult. I almost tripped and fell, but thankfully I quickly followed up with my back foot to avoid falling. This skirt, before it was altered, was designed to be just the right size for one step up and down a flight of stairs; the design of a pencil skirt is meant to be just the right size for one step up and down a flight of stairs. Now, my pencil skirt is too tight to even go down one step of the stairs, and after that big movement, the dildo inside my vagina is vibrating again. Luckily, it's on the low-vibration setting, so I didn't feel anything unusual at first; it was still within my tolerance. But how am I going to take the next few steps? I can't take every step like this. I was feeling extremely anxious when I suddenly thought of walking sideways. Although this didn't increase my stride length, it increased the height of my feet going up and down, allowing me to go down the stairs one step at a time. I walked sideways, enduring the vibration in my lower body, and reached the main street. Just as I was about to climax, the dildo finally stopped. We were waiting for a car. 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 to us. Wang Xue asked me how we were going to get there, and I replied, "Of course, we'll take a taxi. Are we going to take the bus? This is official business; can you afford to be responsible for delaying official business?" Wang Xue agreed with me. Actually, my real reason was that I couldn't take the bus. The skirt I was wearing couldn't be used on the bus, and my hands were tied 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 prisoner in this performance was like a prop; he just stood there and let them tie him up. It was the simplest and easiest role to play. I went on stage, and Officer Li arrived at Taichung Ying. We arrived quickly and got out of the car. We were in an alley, and the car couldn't go any further; we had to walk the rest of the way. When we reached the middle of the alley, I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then called out to Wang Xue and said, "Can you do me a favor?" Xiao Xue looked at me and said, "Go ahead, what is it?" My face flushed. I didn't know how to ask her to untie me. But I was also a little shy about it. If I didn't tell her, I'd have even less of a chance when we got to the location. Being alone here was the best opportunity. So, blushing, I whispered to her, head bowed, "Could you help me untie the rope?" She seemed confused. "Untie what? The rope? What rope?" She clearly hadn't realized I was being undressed. I had to lower my voice even further, "I'm still being undressed. You'll know when you unbutton my clothes." At first, she seemed confused, not understanding what I meant, but she slowly began to unbutton my clothes, thinking I was up to something. When she unbuttoned the first button, her hands stopped, her mouth gaped open, her eyes fixed on me, completely stunned, not reacting for a long time. After about half a minute, she finally said, "Why are you undressed inside?" I smiled, shook my head shamelessly, and gestured for her to continue unbuttoning. As she unbuttoned every button, she took off my trench coat, revealing me completely covered in blouses. Holding the coat, she slowly circled me, then exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!" I was furious. I was covered in blouses, and she said I looked beautiful? After looking me over, she stood in front of me, refusing to untie the coat, just staring at me like I was a work of art. I finally reminded her, "What are you looking at? Untie it!" She then stopped and started questioning me, "You've been covered in blouses since this morning, haven't you untied them?" 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're covered in blouses?" I nodded again, my face flushed red. "Then why didn't you let your husband untie them?" 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 nipped in the bud. 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 the knot was so tight it was 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, but couldn't get it right. Finally, she told me it was a dead knot and she couldn't untie it without tools. She added that my hands were now down and I could move a bit. I helped her untie it, but in the process of pushing and pulling me, she activated the dildo inside me. 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 to a normal height, and it stopped slipping down. Then she said to me again, "The rope is all untied, so why are you still getting tangled up?" I had to explain that it was another rope, and I used two ropes to tie it up. She then tried to help me untie it, circling me several times before finally asking, "How did you tie it up? I can't find the end of the rope." I felt even more embarrassed, because I knew the rope end 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 get to the other side. 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 just two knots. This last one looked like it was full of knots, and she didn't know how long it would take to untie it. I was trying to put on a trench coat, but I couldn't lift my arms, so I couldn't even do something as simple as putting it on. Seeing that I couldn't, she had to help me. She just draped the trench coat over me like before and started to button it up, but I quickly stopped her, saying, "Wait a minute, my hands aren't even in the sleeves yet!" Oh right, that's when she noticed that my hands weren't in the sleeves; that's how it was unbuttoned earlier. So she realized that too. So she took the coat off again, and from behind, first put my hands into the sleeves, then worked her way up to put it on, and finally helped me button it up. The drawstring on my arms was pressing down on the underside of the trench coat sleeves, making it look like there was something stuck underneath.After I put it on, I always felt like the condition of my arms was visible from the outside. It was even more obvious than before I took off my bra. But I don't think people who didn't know would immediately think of that. The dildo inside my vagina was still vibrating, and we walked together towards the fourth floor. Because I had raised my skirt a bit, I could walk a little faster now, and we soon reached the bottom of the stairs. Just as I was about to climax, the dildo stopped working again. There was no elevator here, so we had to climb the stairs. I walked towards the stairs, but as soon as I lifted my leg, I was restricted by the hem of my skirt. I couldn't go straight up the stairs. Even though I had raised my skirt a bit, I still couldn't go up the stairs because when the skirt was still open, it was only enough to go up one step. Now that the open section was sewn up, I naturally couldn't go up the stairs. Now I only had two ways to go up the stairs: 1. Go up the stairs sideways like going downstairs, 2. Lift the hem of my skirt. I thought lifting the hem of my skirt would be faster, so I tried to lift it, but I was wearing a long trench coat that reached my ankles. It's already difficult to lift my coat; lifting it first, then my skirt, is just too unseemly to climb the stairs like that. I gave up after only two steps. I had to resort to the first method: climbing the stairs sideways. This meant I had to lift one foot first, then the other, before taking the next step. This made my movements a bit too vigorous. Surprisingly, after only two steps, the dildo inside my vagina activated, at the low-vibration 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. I had to increase the intensity and pace to keep up with her. Perhaps because of my large movements, the dildo inside my vagina increased its setting, vibrating even more strongly. After only one floor, I couldn't take it anymore. I continued climbing, finally reaching another floor. Just as I was about to climax, at this crucial moment, the dildo stopped again. I really don't know what to do, I'm incredibly annoyed and depressed. Just one more floor to the fourth floor. We kept going upstairs, I didn't stop. All those reactions from before just flashed through my mind. I kept going upstairs, and when I reached the last floor and entered the room, I accidentally moved a little too much, and the dildo in my vagina started vibrating even more. Thankfully, 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 made me feel incredibly aroused. Now I've arrived at my work location, and I'm about to start working. I'm going to work in this incredibly aroused, incredibly 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, sometimes taking photos, sometimes collecting evidence. I feel my face burning; 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 looks so pretty, I really don't want to untie it. Let it stay like this, okay? I don't want to untie it." I almost fainted with anger. He'd just leave it 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 up. So I said to my husband, "Honey, wait for me to go to the toilet, you can watch TV first." When I got to the toilet, I realized that the rope was blocking my way from taking off my pantyhose.I still had to untie the rope first. But the knot was right next to my anus, and to untie it myself, I'd have 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 it. While untying it, the knot moved up and down around my anus, making it feel like my husband was having sex with me there. Finally, it was untied, but because I usually go 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 glove 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 worry about it, it's just a rope glove. I'll let you glove 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—a pink wool coat, quite long, reaching just below my knees. It would be very windproof and warm in this weather. Once everything was ready, we went out for our romantic getaway. My husband and I walked hand-in-hand. We strolled until we reached a hot pot restaurant and decided to go in. We enjoyed our meal, chatting and listening to him tell me his heroic tales. Before we knew it, almost an hour had passed. After we finished eating, 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. The sudden vibration made me cry out, somewhat bewildered. My husband didn't seem to notice either, because I was jumping and this casual cry after landing seemed normal. But it was good that he didn't notice; the vibration inside me had truly started, and I knew it would bring me to the brink of climax before stopping. I stopped jumping, and we walked together in my husband's arms. Seeing that I had stopped jumping and Ivy was in his arms, he thought I was tired and said, "Are you tired? Let's go back." I gently hummed in his arms to indicate my agreement. We walked back, and halfway there I was almost at climax, but the vibration stopped. I wanted to start it up again. But I couldn't just jump again without knowing why. I thought of a plan. I slapped my husband's butt hard and angrily, and then Ivy chuckled in his arms. He didn't know my intention, but he still slapped my butt hard. The slap hurt so much, it made me feel 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 powerless. 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 of pleasure. 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 semen 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 without saying a word. 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 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 short 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 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 reignited. We wanted to make love. My husband flipped me onto the bed and straddled me, but when he tried to take off my underwear, he found it wouldn't come off and asked 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 round ball inside me, but I stopped him, saying it was too full and I should go to the toilet to take it out. He agreed, and I went to the toilet, pulled out the ball, and also had a bowel movement. Afterwards, 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 arousing, and the dildo in 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 also 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 its 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?" I was surprised by my husband's reply. He said, "Actually, I really like you this way. I love you even more than before. Even if I can't take them off forever, it doesn't matter. Making love like this today is still very 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." He then 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 panties that someone had given me. These leather panties couldn't be taken off, and they couldn't 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 if I make any big movements, my vagina will vibrate. My colleagues all say I've become more ladylike and more beautiful. But I know the person who gave me the underwear is among these colleagues, and I'll find out someday. But right now, it seems like everyone looks like him. It's like everyone can see right through me.

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