Roses in the Wilderness

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I currently live alone in a small apartment and work for a government-run testing company. My job is quite relaxed.

I've always wanted to tie myself up tightly and go to work for a day. But I was afraid my colleagues would discover my secret, so I hesitated for a long time.

Last Thursday, I finally made up my mind and decided to carry out this plan. I got up very early on Friday, around 5:01.

After getting up, I took a shower and then took out my gear. I looked at myself carefully in the mirror. Although I'm 26 years old, my body is still in good shape.
I took out a 20-meter-long hemp rope (I like the roughness of hemp rope, and I especially like long ropes because it feels good when I untie myself), and carefully bound myself up in a turtle shell style. When the rope tightly cut into my flesh, I felt that familiar pleasure again.

I then tied my rope underwear and tied two knots at my clitoris and anus. Now it was time to work on my breasts. I used a medical latex tube to tie two loops above and below each breast, then tightened it between them. The pressure from the tube made my breasts stand erect.

I stroked my nipples to make them hard, then put two aluminum retaining rings on them, tightened the screws, and attached a thin chain. I examined myself in the mirror and saw a woman bound by ropes, my legs beginning to moisten.

I couldn't help but moan softly as I inserted the vibrating dildo deep into my vagina. Then I inserted a smaller one into my anus and switched both dildos to the low-vibration setting. I thought for a moment and decided I shouldn't give myself a chance to break free, so I put a large retaining ring on the knot and tightened the screws, making it impossible to untie without a Phillips screwdriver unless I cut the rope.

I walked around the room naked, enjoying the pleasure of being bound. It was past seven o'clock; I should go to work. I put on my clothes and suddenly noticed the obvious rope marks under my sweater, which startled me. Then a thought suddenly occurred to me: I decided to go without underwear, only wearing garters and stockings. I found a suit; the top was buttoned up, and the bottom was a knee-length skirt. I'd just wear this to work.

I put on light makeup, carefully reviewed my plan after getting dressed, put on my high heels, grabbed my coat, and went out the door.
January is the coldest time of year. I stood on the roadside, shivering a little, but thankfully I quickly flagged down a taxi. The driver looked at me with some surprise. As I sat down, the dildo was deeply inserted into my rectum, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I

quickly arrived at the office building where the company was located, clocked in, feeling somewhat uneasy. I went into the office, greeted everyone, and sat down at my desk. Just then, our department head came in with a file folder, saw me, and said, "Hey, you're dressed so nicely today? Aren't you cold? We need this material this morning; please revise it as soon as possible and print it out." "Okay!" I replied. I thought to myself: Thank goodness I have work today, otherwise everyone will be chatting. In the midst of my hurried work, the dildo kept vibrating gently, the feeling of fullness making it hard to concentrate. I felt my skirt getting a little wet. It was past 10 o'clock. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly got up and went to the bathroom.

Once there, I listened carefully and, sensing no one was there, hurried to the innermost stall, locked the door, and took off my skirt. Sure enough, my vaginal fluid had soaked through the rope, wetting a small patch of my skirt. Driven by uncontrollable lust, I took off my shirt, tightened the chain on my nipple with one hand, and with the other, turned both dildos to their maximum. The intense vibrations made me forget everything for a moment; I writhed and moaned. Soon, pleasure overwhelmed my entire body, and I slumped onto the toilet.

After a while, I turned off the switch on my penis, quietly opened the latch, and peeked outside. Seeing no one was there, I boldly stepped out of the stall, scrutinizing my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and couldn't help but ask myself: Am I really that lewd? Just then, I heard footsteps in the hallway. I hurriedly ran back to the stall and carefully put on my clothes. Back in the office, I felt like everyone was watching me, and I was a little flustered. A colleague asked me, "What's wrong? Why is your face so red? Do you have a cold?" I quickly replied, "Maybe, but it's okay."
Noon arrived, but I still printed out the materials. During my lunch break, I climbed up the fire escape to the 14th floor. Perhaps because the floor number was unlucky, the 14th floor had never been rented out and remained empty. Because no one was there, I used to masturbate there often. I began to implement my plan.

I first placed a padlock key outside the window between the 13th and 14th floors, then locked the fire escape door with a chain lock after going upstairs, leaving the key at the door. This way, no one could go up to the 14th floor except for the elevator. I went to the bathroom, put down my bag, took off all my clothes, put them in the bag, and hid them in the storage room, locking them with the padlock that didn't have a key. For the next hour and a half, all I had to wear were my garter belt and rope.

I took out a set of homemade tools, left the bathroom, and went to the shower room, the only place with an exposed water pipe where I could hang myself. I took off my high heels, climbed onto the sink, first attaching a 2.5 kg weight to my bra, then threading a nylon rope through the water pipe and tying it tightly in a knot. Next, I tied a 30 cm long cotton rope soaked in potassium permanganate to the nylon rope. (Potassium permanganate-soaked cotton rope, once dried, burns slowly and steadily, about one centimeter per minute. You can try it.) After gagling myself, I took a 1-meter long hemp rope from the bag, brought my legs together, and tied it tightly. Then I took out a pair of metal shackles and locked them around my ankles. These shackles were a gift from Fei Lai Fei, and the chain between my feet was only 10 centimeters long.

This meant I could only move in small steps; running was impossible. I kept the key to the shackles in my pocket. I tightened the nylon rope, tested the length, tied a slipknot, and then turned the dildo on full blast, lighting the cotton rope. Just in case, I held the lighter in my hand and reached into the slipknot to tighten it. Now, all I had to do was jump into the pool and wait for the intense pleasure of being bound and for the orgasm to come.

I carefully reviewed my plan again; now only I could stop it. My feet finally left the pool, and in an instant, a sharp pain shot through my wrists. My body was suspended in mid-air from the water pipe. I gently swayed, and the weight pulled on my nipples as if trying to tear them off. I hadn't expected it to cause me so much pain.

The dildo inside me vibrated wildly, and an orgasm quickly arrived. The masochistic pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave. I groaned loudly, unable to escape the pain and pleasure. If someone in the building across the street were deliberately looking this way, they would see a voluptuous body bound by ropes trembling in the air.

Pain gradually replaced pleasure. I looked up at the cotton rope, which was still burning slowly for at least 15 centimeters, and desperately wanted to end the current torment. Then I realized my lighter was gone. I tried to lift my legs to reach the edge of the pool, but it seemed so far away. My violent movements caused my nipples and wrists to be attacked with pain again. It seemed I could only quietly wait for the rope to melt.

But the tremors between my legs made my whole body tense again. My vaginal fluid had soaked through the rope and flowed down my legs; another orgasm was coming. When I looked up at the rope again, only a little bit remained, but I hoped it would burn even slower. Time ticked by, and the tiny spark finally began to scorch the nylon rope. Soon, the nylon began to melt, but then something unexpected happened—when four-fifths of the nylon had melted, the cotton rope was extinguished by the melting nylon. Was I going to be suspended here forever? I began to frantically shake my body, pulling on the rope, hoping to break free of the remaining strand.

But the weights attached to the nipple chains were also shaking wildly, and the immense pain made me scream. Finally, the nylon rope snapped, and I fell heavily to the ground. The cold ground brought me back to my senses. I struggled to my feet, kneeling on the ground. I used my teeth to bite open the rope around my wrists and untied the weights from the nipple chains.

I noticed blood seeping from my nipples, but I couldn't free myself. My wrists bore purplish-blue rope marks. I slowly made my way to the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror was horrific—covered in dirt, my hair disheveled, and many parts of my body were purplish-blue from being bound for so long. But my plan wasn't over yet. I took a pair of police handcuffs from my bag, chained them to my shackles with a meter-long chain, slipped the key under the storage room door, and then cuffed my hands behind my back. I walked out of the bathroom; the soft clinking of the chains and the clatter of my high heels echoed in the empty corridor.

I walked to the window facing the street and looked down. I was actually hoping a stranger would come upstairs, rape me, and drag me naked onto the street—I was going crazy.

I slowly walked towards the bathroom; today's plan should be over. But then the elevator dinged as it arrived at this floor. My head spun. Why would anyone be going up to the 14th floor now? I was still more than 10 meters away from the restroom, and it was only 5-6 meters from the elevator to the restroom. I had nowhere to hide in the hallway, so I pressed myself tightly against the door of room 1406, hoping the people coming up wouldn't turn this way. I heard

a man and a woman talking from the direction of the elevator; they didn't turn towards me or that direction, seemingly arguing at the elevator entrance. I waited a while, and seeing no sign of them coming closer, I took off my shoes and slowly moved towards the restroom. Because I was tightly gripping the chain, my steps became even smaller. Just then, my climax came again. Finally, I reached the restroom door, but the sound of the door opening was like thunder.

I hid in a stall, locked the door, and sat on the toilet, listening carefully to the sounds outside. After a long time, it seemed they hadn't noticed me, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, I heard the elevator doors open and close; I thought they were gone.

I slowly walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the fire escape. I unlocked the door, but then encountered another problem—the chains on my shackles were too short for me to go downstairs. I had to sit on the floor, put my feet down first, then shuffle my buttocks down, one step at a time. But the dildo in my rectum relentlessly tormented me. I finally got the key during an orgasm.

But getting back upstairs was still a big problem, so I had to go back the way I came. When I got back to the 14th floor, the cold, the pain, and the pleasure made me tremble all over. I returned to the bathroom but suddenly realized that because my handcuffs and shackles were connected, I couldn't reach the locker in the storage room. Because I was wearing a gag, I couldn't even unlock it with my mouth. I sat on the floor trying to pry the key out of the handcuffs, but it was futile.

I was filled with despair! Was this all I could do but go back to the office and ask for help? I thought for a long time and decided to try to get my hands out in front of me. I squatted down and tried to get my hands out of my buttocks. My wrists felt like they were about to break. I endured the excruciating pain and, after repeated attempts, finally succeeded.

I struggled to untie the gag and bit down on the key to open the padlock. I found the key to unlock the handcuffs and shackles, and untied the ropes binding my legs. My hands and legs were finally free. I looked at myself in the mirror again, and I couldn't even believe it was me. I was filthy. Since there was no water on the 14th floor, I couldn't wash myself. How could I face my colleagues? I should at least wash my face.

My stockings were torn, so I had to wear only a coat, pack my things, and walk down the fire escape to the 13th floor, where I washed my face. I decided not to go to work that afternoon and go straight home. I called my colleague downstairs, telling her I had a bad cold and asking her to call in sick for me.

Then I hailed a taxi, and the moment I got in, I saw the driver staring intently between my legs. He had discovered my secret!

Days passed, and I spent almost every day online, the emptiness driving me crazy. Lust was like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment. One Friday evening, I saw that "Anna in the Wind" photo again, and I couldn't help but ask myself, why isn't it snowing in Tianjin? Would I dare to stand naked in the snow like her?

This thought, along with lust, began to entangle me. Weekends became torture for me; no friends, no lover, only ropes and shackles for company.

After my afternoon nap, that thought unconsciously returned, and my legs became wet again. It seemed self-torture was the best way to solve this problem. I checked the time; it was already past 4 pm. I lazily got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I looked at the hair removal cream I bought yesterday, stroked that small patch of pubic hair, and smiled at myself. I should say goodbye to them. The hair removal cream was very effective; half an hour later, it was as smooth as the rest of my body.

Looking at my brown labia, I felt old. Lust quickly made me forget everything. While showering, I began to consider my plans for the day.
Spring is almost here, I should buy spring clothes! I can go shopping today! I opened my suitcase and found a 25-meter-long black cotton rope, which will be my underwear today.

I tied one end of the rope tightly around my waist, knotted it at the back, passed the rope between my legs, wrapped it around the front, then through the rope around my waist and pulled it back. I wrapped it around my left leg twice from the inside and tightened it, then around my right leg twice and tightened it again. The rope then passed between my legs and tied it to the knot at the back.

I wrapped the remaining rope tightly around my ribs twice from the back, tightened it, and knotted it at the back. Then, in the same way, I tied it up below and above my breasts. The rope then went around my shoulders from the back, down through the rope above my breasts and tightened it, then through the rope below my breasts and tightened it again. This made my breasts stand up high because of the rope's pressure. Then, I passed the remaining rope through the rope under my ribs, tightened it, and tied it to the rope around my waist. Finally, I repeated the process of pulling the rope up, through the other shoulder, tightened it, and tied it at the top. This way, from both the front and back, my body was tightly bound in a "丰" (Feng) shape.

The binding felt very restrictive; even breathing and bending over were difficult, but I liked it. I went to the mirror and carefully adjusted the ropes again, then took out a newly bought electric dildo. I bought this dildo at a sex shop on Xinhua Road. It was black, had three vibration levels, could rotate, was 6 centimeters in diameter and 38 centimeters long, and had a small fork at the base. I had never used such a large dildo before and was actually a little scared.

I carefully and gently inserted it into my smooth, wet vagina, feeling a fullness I had never experienced before. It almost reached my cervix, and the fork pressed tightly against my exposed clitoris. Then I realized I couldn't use the rope that went through my vagina to restrain it, so I had to use a thin rope to tie the base and then tie the ends of the rope to my legs. I suppressed my desire and didn't turn it on; I wanted to save the best for last.

I applied lubricant to another electric dildo and deeply inserted it into my anus. I gently stroked my nipples, found the fastening rings connected to the chain, slipped them onto my nipples, and tightened the screws. I took out the weights, thought for a moment, and decided not to hang them yet; I didn't want my nipples to suffer so soon. I put on black garter belts, stockings, and matching black high heels, went to the mirror, carefully applied my makeup, and admired the strikingly beautiful woman in the mirror. It

was past 7 o'clock, getting late, so I put on my coat and left home.
It was already dark, perhaps because it was the weekend, but despite the cold, the streets were still crowded. I walked slowly, waiting for a taxi while enjoying the pleasure the ropes brought me. "Isetan" doesn't seem as good as it used to be, I thought as I walked after getting out of the car.

My first feeling upon entering the mall was heat! But I couldn't take off my coat. I slowly moved through the crowd, but had no interest in carefully selecting items. I felt a restlessness between my legs; I needed an orgasm. I slowly walked up the stairs to between the 4th and 5th floors, where few people passed by. My hands unconsciously turned on the switches of my two penises. The penis inside my vagina vibrated and rotated violently as if it were alive, making me dizzy. My clitoris was being frantically throbbed, and I could hear my own rapid breathing. I wanted to touch myself. An unprecedented orgasm came over me, and I almost fainted. I murmured the name of the flying creature and collapsed onto the steps.

When I came to my senses, I realized I had unbuttoned my coat and was still tightly clutching my nipple chain. I quickly buttoned it back up, turned off the light, and thankfully no one saw. I fled the mall as if escaping.

The cold wind couldn't stop my growing lust; I craved another ecstatic orgasm. The dark buildings might be the best place, but who could guarantee no one would come back or go? I felt my legs were already soaked with lustful fluid again; I couldn't bear it any longer.

It seemed I had no choice but to go to McDonald's; only their restrooms offered any privacy. I practically ran into the McDonald's restroom, took off my clothes, leaned against the wall, and as my penis began to vibrate, paradise appeared before me.

It was already past 10 o'clock. I sat in the corner of the last row of the Guangming Cinema, watching the screen, a bitter feeling rising in my heart. How happy I would be if Feifei were by my side. The restroom! Why didn't we take care of it together at McDonald's? The cinema restroom wasn't like McDonald's, I cursed myself inwardly as I entered! I went into the innermost compartment, carefully untied the rope binding my penis, and slowly pulled it out, feeling a sudden emptiness.

After relieving myself, I reinserted it and tied it back up, lust washing over me once more. I unbuttoned my coat, pulled it tight, and quietly left. Returning to my seat, I looked around; there was no one nearby. I gently lay back in the chair, opened my coat, and reached down. The climax arrived as expected; I moaned softly, my body tense, savoring the captivating pain and pleasure.
The movie ended at midnight, and the streets were nearly deserted. The wind felt biting. Back in my apartment complex, all was quiet except for a few scattered lights mingling with the moonlight. It was time to carry out my final plan.

I went to the northwest corner of the complex and placed the handcuffs, shackles, and my house key under the right front wheel of a car. Then I walked to the children's playground on the south side of the complex. I took off my clothes and carefully hid them in a tube. Then I took out a rope and wrapped it four times around my thighs and knees, passing the rope end through the middle of my legs and tightening it. I took out shackles, put them on, and locked them. Then I attached one end of a chain to the shackle chain and the other end to the handcuff chain.

I hung weights on the nipple chains and secured them, then threaded the handcuffs through the rope behind my back. I turned on the switches of the two dildos to the highest setting, gagged myself, and then handcuffed my hands together. This way, my hands could only move up and down about 10 centimeters and I could no longer turn off the dildos, while my feet could only take 30-centimeter steps to walk nearly 600 meters.

I cautiously began this not-so-distant journey. The vibrations in my vagina and anus made it impossible for me to concentrate on my pace. The intense pleasure made it difficult for me to walk. I had only walked about 50 meters when the orgasm came. I collapsed onto the withered grass, the sharp roots irritating me. My vagina spasmed violently, and I groaned loudly without restraint, my body arching backward. The ropes dug deep into my flesh, and pain and pleasure wrapped me tightly like a net.

It felt like a long time had passed. The cold wind brought me back to my senses. I hurriedly looked around, but no one saw me. I struggled to my knees, the ropes digging mercilessly into my flesh once more. I saw my taut skin gleaming eerily in the moonlight. I finally got up and laboriously moved towards a place where I could find relief. A few hundred meters felt like tens of kilometers to me. I could only move forward slowly, clinging to the wall of the residential area. I finally saw the car and quickened my pace, but then the damned orgasm came again.

The ropes binding me felt like venomous snakes biting at me. My vagina, dried up from so many orgasms, was now devoid of lubrication. The dildo was bringing not only pleasure but also immense pain. I curled up on the ground, trembling, tears streaming down my face. The orgasm finally subsided, and I struggled to my feet once more, seeking freedom. I finally reached the car, knelt down with difficulty, and retrieved my key pouch. My hands and feet were finally free.

I untied the ropes binding the dildo and took it out. In the moonlight, I saw my labia minora, like a blooming flower, deep red, swollen and spread wide. My vagina was wide open, refusing to close.

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