Lustful Love Fills the House

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Yezi had already knocked on the door of the SM world, and SM, like a spirit, flew into her heart, quietly occupying her soul. Besides going to the gym on weekends, Yezi became increasingly proactive in seeking out BDSM pleasures in her life.

She met many friends who liked SM, joined several groups, listened to discussions, and expressed her own opinions. Gradually, Yezi faced an unavoidable question: was she a dominant (S) or a submissive (M)? She thought she should be a submissive, but she immediately discovered another problem: whether out of fear or repulsion, she couldn't accept the concept of a "master." Yezi could imagine herself being bound and abused, but she couldn't accept a man directing and controlling her. "What kind of person is he? How will he treat me? Will he hurt me? Will he threaten me?" A series of questions made Yezi keep her distance from the concept of having a master. Perhaps because of her ex-boyfriend, Yezi felt that boyfriends were unreliable and hypocritical. Whatever the reason, Yezi liked SM, and she considered herself a submissive, but she didn't intend to have a master.

Moreover, Ye Zi's upbringing instilled in her a deep respect for her professional image; she couldn't let others know her secret, lest she ruin her reputation and future. Therefore, although Ye Zi was obsessed with SM, her progress was slow. Aside from weekend gym visits and a few friends she met there, she could only browse online or indulge in her own hobby. Sometimes she would go out without underwear, but she would carefully check to ensure no one would notice. She even considered wearing a clitoris, but after much deliberation, she didn't dare, so she opted for a vibrator instead.

However, ever since receiving the latest chastity belt as a prize, Ye Zi had been itching to wear it. This chastity belt was a brand new product, made of high-quality leather, with adjustable waist and crotch. It had openings at the vagina and anus for long-term wear, and could be fitted with detachable vaginal plugs, anal plugs, and clitoris, all with a variety of options. Looking at the chastity belt, Ye Zi felt it would be a shame not to wear it to work. Finally, one day she put it on to work. Afraid of the inconvenience of urinating, she didn't dare use a vaginal suppository, but she used an anal suppository instead. During her lunch break, she turned on the remote and vibrated for a while, finding it quite stimulating.

Besides that, she also indulged in self-harm when alone at home on weekends. This was a safe time and place, allowing Yezi to fully unleash her imagination. She had read many self-harm articles online, learned numerous methods, and bought all the necessary tools online.

Unfortunately, the gym was undergoing renovations and introducing new programs, so she couldn't go. Her SM passion could only be released through weekend self-harm, and Yezi began meticulously planning her weekend's self-harm activities.

Yezi's self-harm haven: Yezi lived in a small two-bedroom apartment, about 60 square meters, with a study and a bedroom. In this era of soaring housing prices, having such a small place was already quite good.

Before Friday, all the props she ordered online had arrived. Yezi laid them out on the table, quite pleased with herself. Below is a detailed plan for self-torture. It needs to be stimulating enough yet absolutely safe. Yezi is Yezi; she can't just stay home on the weekend, draw the curtains, and play some self-bondage. It needs to be substantial. On Saturday, besides shopping for the week and tidying up her room, Yezi meticulously went through her self-torture plan for the weekend to ensure its feasibility.

"That's it, foolproof." Yezi mentally rehearsed the entire process from beginning to end, filled with anticipation for tomorrow's action. While showering, she couldn't resist masturbating once.

The next morning, sunlight woke Yezi. After washing up, Yezi began her self-torture. First, she locked the door from the inside, drew all the curtains, turned off her phone, and unplugged the telephone line. From that moment on, Yezi's room was isolated from the outside world.

Ye Zi took out a 10-meter-long rope and began carefully binding herself with a turtle shell style. This binding method took her quite some time to master; she practiced repeatedly while looking at pictures online. Now, Ye Zi could bind it both beautifully and tightly. She especially liked this method and often admired her figure in the full-length mirror after binding herself.

After binding, Ye Zi felt a great deal of constraint, making everything inconvenient—exactly the effect she wanted. Then she began preparing for something else.

Ye Zi carefully took out something she had just received from a box—a sex machine. She had ordered it from a foreign website; it was the kind often seen in European and American SM films. It was a machine with a long metal rod extending from its end, with a dildo attached to the end. When the machine was turned on, the motor would cause the metal rod to extend and retract. Its advantage was that it never tired; as long as the woman wanted, it could provide a continuous flow of penetration. This machine made Ye Zi blush and her heart race. She placed it at the foot of the bed, propped it up with a stool, so that the dildo faced the bed.

Then Yezi took a clean bucket and added a small device to it: a metal rod with one end connected to a piece of wood inside the bucket and the other end connected to the switch of a sex machine. If the water level reached a certain height, the wood would float, the metal rod inside would rise, and the one outside would fall, turning on the sex machine. Conversely, if the water level dropped, the metal rod outside would rise, turning off the machine.

After placing the bucket, Yezi poured a bucket of purified water on top of it, leaving the seal on the top bucket but making a small hole so the water could slowly flow into the bottom bucket. Next, Yezi placed another bucket beside the bed.

After setting everything up, Yezi took a bunch of things to bed and began setting things up. First, she needed a timer; this was crucial, otherwise, she'd be in trouble. Yezi placed an alarm clock on the windowsill by the bedside and elevated it with a small box so that she wouldn't be able to set it off while lying in bed. Yezi's alarm clock was one of those that popped up a cartoon character to announce the time. Yezi placed the handcuff key in front of the alarm clock so that when the alarm rang and the cartoon character popped up, she could push the key down and it would fall onto the pillow, within Yezi's reach. Yezi tested this two or three times to make sure it worked before setting the alarm for 6 PM, and then placed the handcuff key back on. Next, Yezi connected a tube to a clean container under the water bottle, placing one end at the head of the bed. Then, Yezi took out alcohol and cotton swabs and carefully inserted a catheter into her bladder.

The catheter was a little cold when inserted into her bladder, but fortunately, Yezi had used catheters before, so she didn't feel much discomfort. The other end of the catheter was in a container beside the bed, a special place to collect urine. Then Yezi took out two more ropes, spread her legs apart, and tied them to the foot of the bed, making herself in a "T" shape. She positioned her genitals directly opposite the sex machine's dummy, applying lubricant to it. Directly opposite the foot of the bed was a full-length mirror. Yezi saw herself naked in the mirror, bound with red ropes, lying on the bed with her legs wide open, her genitals and anus completely exposed.

Yezi couldn't help but feel a little aroused. She then applied the remaining lubricant to her anus and gently inserted an anal plug. After her experience at the gym, Yezi's anus had been strengthened. This anal plug was large; it hurt a little when inserted, but it was inserted very securely—Yezi was very clean and didn't want anything from her anus to spill onto the bed. Of course, she had already given herself an enema while washing up, so her anus was now completely clean.

The bell-shaped nipple clamps were a must; Yezi loved their crisp tinkling sound. But she couldn't use a gag this time, as she needed a tube in her mouth to suck water. After everything was set up, Yezi lay on the bed and reviewed the situation: the door was locked, her phone was unreachable, no one would disturb her, all the machines were in place, and the timer was set. Okay, Yezi handcuffed herself to the iron railing at the head of the bed. Now, Yezi was completely restrained—her legs were bound, her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and she was bound in a turtle-shell style. Struggling would only tighten the handcuffs further unless she had a key to unlock them. Although the key was right there at the head of the bed, Yezi couldn't reach it; it wouldn't fall off until 6 PM. And now, it was only 9 AM; a long nine hours awaited her.

The current situation is that water is constantly dripping from the purified water bucket into the bucket below. If it drips to a certain height, it will activate the sex machine and begin to ravage Ye Zi. Although this is what Ye Zi secretly desires, she would go crazy if the machine were to operate on her for nine hours. Therefore, she can only keep drinking water to lower the water level in the bucket. Of course, drinking a lot of water will produce urine, which will flow through the catheter into another bucket.

Drip, drip, the room is relatively quiet at this time, with only the sound of dripping water. The water level is still low, far from the point where the sex machine can be activated. Ye Zi is somewhat intoxicated by her self-torture plan; it is truly ingenious. Ye Zi looks up again, admiring herself in the full-length mirror, completely unaware of the time passing. When Ye Zi remembers to check the bucket, she is surprised to find that it is already half full, and the piece of wood is almost floating. Ye Zi quickly drinks a few sips of water, but it seems that the water level is not dropping significantly. After all, the bucket is quite large in diameter, so Ye Zi has to drink water even more quickly.

Soon, Yezi felt her stomach was full of water and she couldn't drink anymore. After all, water needs to be digested, but the dripping didn't stop. Yezi watched the water level rise little by little and began to regret not starting to drink sooner. Maybe if she drank slowly, she could digest more and drink more. But deep down, she was also looking forward to the feeling of the sex machine.

The feeling came as expected. Finally, the sex machine was turned on. The moment she heard the machine start, Yezi couldn't wait for something to enter her vagina. Actually, her vagina was already very wet, and she didn't need any lubricant. As soon as the dildo entered her body, Yezi let out a long breath. It was finally inside. Yezi's pent-up desire began to be released, one thrust after another. Yezi felt like she wasn't on the bed anymore, and she began to float up into the sky, enjoying the pleasure coming from her lower body. There were only clouds around her, and only pleasure in the world.

The machine only knew how to mechanically execute the program, unaware that Ye Zi was being driven to ecstasy by it, moaning,

"Hmm... Ah... Ah... So good... Ye Zi is being fucked so good... So comfortable... Come on, fuck me as much as you want... So good... Faster... Faster..." Although Ye Zi was tightly bound, she kept writhing, causing the bells on her nipple clamps to ring.

Although the machine could adjust the speed, it was neither fast nor slow at the moment, just thrusting in and out continuously for almost an hour. At first, Ye Zi remembered to suck in some fluid, but later she completely forgot, until Ye Zi convulsed, her body tensed, and then she collapsed, her vulva covered in Ye Zi's vaginal fluid. Ye Zi had an orgasm, but the machine was still moving, and she couldn't even rest for a moment. Right, the time, Ye Zi looked at the wall clock, it was not yet 11 o'clock. Because of writhing, the tortoise shell bindings on her body were even tighter, Ye Zi thought, I can't keep going like this. So she started sucking water again, only to find that the water in her stomach had stopped swelling, while the urine container was now full of urine. It seemed that urine had been discharged through the catheter during the intense penetration, without Yezi feeling anything. Yezi began to suck water in large gulps, hoping to stop the machine.

But the container was almost full, and sucking it down was no easy task. It took Yezi more than ten minutes to lower the water level and finally stop the sex machine. Of course, the machine hadn't been idle during those ten minutes; it continued to thrust, gradually reigniting Yezi's desire. The sudden stop made her feel the need again. But Yezi knew there was still a long way to go, and she couldn't continue like this, or she wouldn't be able to handle it. She could only desperately suppress her desire. In this torment, after a while, Yezi's stomach was full of water again, and the machine started up again, releasing her pent-up desire once more.

Nine hours felt incredibly long. This repetitive cycle repeated itself, bringing Ye Zi to four orgasms. She had long lost track of time. After the fourth orgasm, Ye Zi wished it would stop, but her exhaustion couldn't mask the desire aroused by the machine. Ye Zi once again entered the cycle of being penetrated by the machine.

When Ye Zi was in a daze for the fifth time, a bell pulled her back. Time was up; the key was on the pillow—she could finally be free. But the relentless movement of the sex machine interfered with Ye Zi's thoughts, making her unable to stop. Knowing her body was exhausted, Ye Zi, still being penetrated, struggled to find the key, unlocked the handcuffs, and finally could move. Ye Zi untied the ropes binding her legs, finally escaping the humiliation of the sex machine.

Lying on the bed, Ye Zi's self-torture plan for the day was successfully completed. Ye Zi was still savoring the experience… Should she eat first or take a shower? When should she clean up the mess? Whatever, she should rest first…

Yezi felt that this kind of self-torture wasn't satisfying enough. The reason was simple: it was all self-directed and self-acted, with no suspense, no surprises, and everything was laid out in a straightforward manner; you always had to know what to do. But if she wanted to be a little bolder and more exciting, Yezi was afraid of safety issues, as this was something she couldn't ignore. Yezi struggled with this for a while.

Online, Yezi met a like-minded person named "Qingqing." Yezi felt they had so much in common: both liked SM, both enjoyed self-torture at home. Yezi and Qingqing exchanged many self-torture experiences, and Yezi learned a lot of creative ideas.

Qingqing liked anal torture and told Yezi about the feeling of using different enemas and stuffing many things into her anus, which Yezi found very intriguing. Gradually, Yezi had an idea that would involve self-torture without the suspense and surprises of completely self-directed activities. Yezi discussed it with Qingqing, and the two hit it off immediately, discussing a detailed plan. Yezi was destined to have another turbulent weekend.

On Saturday noon, Yezi and Qingqing met at the agreed-upon mall entrance. Qingqing was a very quiet girl with big eyes and a slender figure. She was very likable. Yezi and Qingqing didn't talk much, just exchanged a few simple pleasantries, then exchanged house keys and parted ways.

Yezi went to Qingqing's house, a charming courtyard house with trees and a fish pond. Qingqing's house was the middle one. Yezi went in with the key; she would stay there that night.

At the same time, in Yezi's house, Qingqing was now the hostess, busy preparing. That night, it was her place. Yezi and Qingqing's plan was a self-torture swap plan. They would go to each other's houses to set up, then return to their own homes and perform the self-torture as arranged by the other. This ensured safety and excitement while avoiding the boredom of knowing everything beforehand.

On Sunday noon, the two met again at their usual spot, exchanged keys, smiled at each other, and went home.

Yezi was somewhat impatient. She was both proud of her plan and full of anticipation for the self-torture to come, because this time, she knew nothing beforehand.

Ye Zi returned home, carefully opened the door, and quickly scanned the house. Nothing seemed to have changed much, except two chairs were placed very close to the door. Beside the door, Ye Zi found Qing Qing's first instruction note: "

Lock the door. I've drawn the curtains, don't worry." She took off all her clothes, peeled the eggshell off the table, inserted it into her vagina, and then went to the bathroom. After Qing Qing read the note, Ye Zi felt her vagina was already starting to get wet. She quickly took off all her clothes, picked up the hard-boiled egg from the table, peeled it, and realized it was quite large. Ye Zi hesitated whether she could insert it all at once, so she gently rubbed it on her clitoris, feeling the warmth and the slow flow of fluid inside. Ye Zi slowly inserted the egg into her vagina.

It was slippery, and Ye Zi needed to squeeze the egg tightly while walking. Holding the egg, Ye Zi slowly walked to the bathroom and saw the second instruction in the mirror: "

Five boxes, five tasks. Open the leftmost one first, and then open the next one after completing the first one." Qing Qing.

Five boxes were placed on the cabinet. Following instructions, Ye Zi first opened the leftmost box. Inside was a large syringe and a bag of enema solution. A note on the bottom of the box read: "

Three times, wash thoroughly. Qingqing."

Ye Zi laughed. Qing Qing loved anal torture, and sure enough, she made her do an enema. Of course, Qing Qing would have done it anyway, even without being told. Ye Zi first injected the enema fluid into her anus, held back the urge to defecate, and finally expelled it all at once. Then she rinsed her anus twice with water. Now, Ye Zi was confident that her anus and rectum were clean.

Then Ye Zi opened the second box, which contained a bottle of fresh milk and a chrysanthemum with a stem. The note on the bottom of the box read:

Five minutes. Qing Qing.

Ye Zi paused for a moment, then understood Qing Qing's meaning. First, she drew 500 ml of fresh milk into a syringe, then lay down by the sink and slowly pushed the milk into her anus. Then she inserted the chrysanthemum stem into her anus, leaving her anus exposed.

There didn't seem to be any special sensation, but Ye Zi really wanted to see herself like this. So she clenched her vagina and anus, slowly walked out of the bathroom, and came to the full-length mirror. Seeing her naked body with a chrysanthemum behind her, Ye Zi laughed. The sight was amusing.

Five minutes passed quickly. Yezi went to the bathroom, removed the chrysanthemum, and flushed the milk into the toilet. Then she opened the third box. Inside was a bottle of cola and a sausage. A note on the bottom read:

"Ten minutes. Qingqing."

Yezi drew all 600 ml of cola into a syringe, poured it into her anus, and then inserted the sausage, leaving half of it sticking out. Cola is a carbonated drink, and the sensation is different from milk. Yezi felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach, especially since this time it would take longer—ten minutes. Yezi wiggled her buttocks, the exposed half of the sausage touching her.

Twice during those ten minutes, Yezi almost couldn't hold back and defecated, but she managed to. When the time was up, Yezi quickly pulled out the sausage, expelled the cola freely, and then went to open the fourth box. Inside were two bottles of beer and a ping-pong paddle. A note on the bottom read: "

Fifteen minutes. Qingqing."

Seeing this, Ye Zi gasped. Two bottles of beer, a full liter. Ye Zi had read online that enemas could cause intoxication, and besides, she didn't drink much. Plus, the handle of that ping-pong paddle looked way too thick. This task seemed a bit daunting. Ye Zi first drank one bottle of beer, slowly chugging it down. The cold beer made her feel a little uncomfortable. Then she drank the other bottle. Ye Zi felt her stomach was already bloated, and she forced herself to insert the ping-pong paddle.

Oh! Ye Zi finally finished, but there was still a fifteen-minute challenge ahead. Ye Zi didn't dare stand up. She carefully walked over and lay down on the bed, trying to relax the sensation coming from her anus. Soon, a wave of urgency hit her. Ye Zi quickly gripped the ping-pong paddle to prevent it from spurting out, suppressing the urge. Gradually, Ye Zi realized she was getting a little drunk. Her face felt a little hot. She rarely drank alcohol; drinking two bottles of beer at once was a bit too much.

But the urge to defecate kept nagging at Ye Zi, and she often had to hold a ping-pong paddle to suppress it.

After almost fifteen minutes, Ye Zi impatiently went to the bathroom, pulled out the ping-pong paddle, and the beer in her stomach gushed out. Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief. There was a fifth box left. Ye Zi was both excited and afraid. Opening it, she found a large bottle of juice, a large anal plug shaped like a dog's tail, and a dog collar. The note read: "

Twenty minutes. Look on the back afterward." Qingqing.

Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief. Even twenty minutes, juice wasn't that scary. But when she opened the bottle, she realized her mistake: a strong smell of vinegar wafted out—it was diluted vinegar! Ye Zi then understood that this was not something an ordinary person could endure.

Since she was going to play, she might as well go all the way. Besides, Qingqing loved anal torture, she should know what she was doing, Ye Zi thought. So she began. First, she put on the dog collar, then poured the diluted vinegar into her anus twice, and then inserted the anal plug.

From the moment the liquid entered Yezi's body, she felt unbearable pain. Her intestines burned intensely, as if she couldn't endure it for even a second. The constant urge to defecate gnawed at her nerves, making every second feel incredibly difficult. Was this what a real enema felt like? Yezi couldn't move, nor dared she go back to bed, fearing she might ejaculate at any moment. In the bathtub, Yezi endured this torment, having to tightly grip the anal plug to prevent it from gushing out.

Endure, endure, Yezi felt as if her entire intestine was being eroded away. Now she lay in the bathtub like a dog, a fake dog tail swaying behind her, a dog collar on her nose, looking exactly like a pitiful little female dog. Yezi didn't know how long she could endure it. Finally, her grip gave way, and Yezi exploded, the liquid inside her spraying onto the white porcelain wall. Yezi immediately went limp, touching her forehead to find she was covered in sweat.

After resting for a while, Ye Zi recovered and cleaned herself up. The enema task should be complete. Ye Zi remembered to turn the note in the fifth box over; it read: "

Remove the egg and go to the chair near the door. Qingqing."

Ye Zi then remembered the egg inserted in her vagina and quickly removed it. Perhaps she had squeezed too hard during the enema, as it had broken, and was still covered in her vaginal fluid. After removing the egg, Ye Zi felt empty in both her vagina and anus, a feeling of emptiness that needed filling, especially her anus, which, after multiple rounds of "training," desperately needed filling. What would the next task be? Would it satisfy her?

Ye Zi wondered expectantly.

Ye Zi then carefully examined the chair by the door. It was two chairs placed together, with a gap in the middle, and a sex machine underneath. Ye Zi wanted to sit on it immediately. There was a note on the chair:

"Put on the gag, clip on the nipple clamps, tie your legs to the chair legs, and your body to the chair back. Adjust your two holes, start the sex machine, and then handcuff your hands to the hanging handcuffs above. Qingqing."

So Yezi eagerly put on the gag and tightened it, letting saliva slowly drip down. Then she clipped on the bell-shaped nipple clamps, feeling a sharp pain in her chest. She then sat on the chair, positioning her vagina and anus directly in front of the opening. Yezi discovered that the sex machine had been replaced with a double-headed dildo, allowing simultaneous penetration of both holes. She was overjoyed, aligning her vagina and anus, then used rope to tightly bind her legs to the chair legs. She then took another piece of rope and tied her body to the chair back, the rope draping her breasts high in front of her chest.

Next, the sex machine was about to be turned on, and then the handcuffs would be put on. Ye Zi looked up; a rope hung down, with a handcuff tied to the end, and a thin string next to it. Once the sex machine was turned on, Ye Zi's hands would be raised high, putting her in a restrained state. How could she untie herself? Qing Qing didn't say.

Ye Zi didn't know what would happen in the end; it would be too risky if she couldn't untie herself. But the emptiness in her lower body made Ye Zi stop thinking about it. She quickly turned on the sex machine, then raised her hands and handcuffed herself.

Two dildos entered Ye Zi's body at the same time. Ye Zi felt very full, and the continuous entry satisfied her feelings. Ye Zi's body was completely immersed in a pleasurable sensation. It was a pity that the balls were inserted, so she couldn't cry out, but the crisp sound of bells could still be heard when she twisted. The feeling of two holes entering at the same time was indeed extraordinary. At this moment, Ye Zi didn't want to think about anything, only making muffled "woo-woo" sounds, enjoying this feeling.

She couldn't remember how long it lasted or how many times the machine penetrated her. Ye Zi's body tensed, and pleasure began to erupt within her. A surge of vaginal fluid also erupted in Ye Zi's vagina, and the pleasure made Ye Zi increasingly decadent. After the climax, the continuous thrusting was brewing another climax, but Ye Zi's mind began to clear, and she remembered how to untie the restraints.

The only way was to unlock the handcuffs first; otherwise, with everything else tightly bound, she couldn't move at all. Ye Zi quickly thought about it. Unlocking the handcuffs meant getting the key, but Ye Zi's hands were suspended so high; even if she had the key, how could she get it to her hands?

Before Ye Zi could fully process the question, the pent-up pleasure began to overwhelm her again, leaving her feeling dazed and confused. Suddenly, a knock on the door startled her awake: "Excuse me, is Miss Ye Zi home?"

Ye Zi's heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Why was someone knocking at this hour? Although the door was locked, Ye Zi was right behind it, completely naked, being tortured by the machine. What if it was a thief? Seeing no one home, they could break in and immediately see Ye Zi's face. Ye Zi dared not think any further, instantly forgetting her pleasure and filled only with terror.

The person outside asked a couple more questions and then fell silent. Then, Ye Zi saw a letter slipped under the door.

Ye Zi's mind raced: no one had ever delivered a letter this way before. Who could it be? And at this hour, looking at the envelope, could it be Qing Qing who had timed it perfectly and sent the key? Ye Zi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if the key were delivered, would she be able to get it? Her hands were cuffed, her legs were bound, and her entire body was firmly tied to the chair. How could she get the key? Ye Zi had tried several methods, but none worked. What could she do? If she couldn't get the key, this would have to continue indefinitely. What could she do? Ye Zi was so anxious that she broke out in a sweat.

The pleasure was gradually rising again. Ye Zi knew that if she was overwhelmed by pleasure again, she wouldn't have time to think and would be tortured by the machine indefinitely. She had to think of a way before she completely lost herself. Ye Zi was desperate. Inadvertently, Ye Zi moved the thin rope next to the handcuffs and found that the rope seemed to be connected to something. Ye Zi quickly grabbed the rope and shook it. It turned out that the rope had another end, with something tied to it, right next to the door. Ye Zi looked closely and saw that it was a magnet. Ye Zi suddenly realized that she knew Qing Qing's escape plan for her.

So she endured the thrusting, pulling the rope to slowly move the magnet towards the envelope, again and again, carefully, until she finally succeeded in attracting the envelope and the key together. Then, Yezi crossed her hands and pulled the rope, lifting the magnet and the envelope, slowly letting it fall into her hand. Finally having the key, Yezi felt relieved and unlocked her handcuffs.

Without worry, Yezi felt a burning sensation below, and waves of pleasure began to surge up again. Since she was no longer restrained, Yezi could fully enjoy this feeling. Yezi sat comfortably in the chair, letting the sex machine enter her vagina and anus with wanton thrusts… On the same afternoon in the courtyard, Qingqing also began the self-torture journey that Yezi had carefully arranged for her.

Qingqing lived in the courtyard house left to her by her parents. Although the conditions and facilities were not as convenient as an apartment building, Qingqing liked this feeling very much. She liked watching the changing seasons in a small courtyard and liked the greetings from the old men and women at the entrance of the alley. But today, it would become Qingqing's blushing and heart-pounding self-torture nest.

Qingqing returned home, quietly crossed the yard, and opened the door. A suspended rope immediately caught her eye. Looking around, she noticed a large object had been added to the house: a wooden door that had been lying in the yard. Yezi had somehow moved it in. The solid wood door was very heavy, weighing over two hundred pounds. She wondered what Yezi intended to do with it. Aside from that, not much had changed.

Closing the door, Qingqing found a note behind it that read:

"Take off your clothes, equip everything on the table, then put on the rope, put on the shackles, and walk forward."

Qingqing understood. She went to the table and took off all her clothes. On the table were only a gag, a pair of nipple clamps, and a rope. Yezi hadn't explained how to equip the rope; it seemed Qingqing would have to figure it out herself. Qingqing first tied herself up with rope, making her breasts protrude in a figure-eight pattern. Then she put on a gag, drool involuntarily dripping down her face. Each nipple clamp was attached to an apple, the weight of which was quite strenuous for Qingqing. The apples, hanging down with the clamps, caused her breasts a sharp pain.

Qingqing returned to the door, straddled the rope, and bent down to put on the metal shackles. The rope was tied quite high, digging deeply into her labia and anus. The thick rope created a strong friction, and as Qingqing walked forward, the shackles clanged against her skin. Yezi had also tied knots in the rope; every so often, a knot would be pulled across Qingqing's vagina and then her anus. The rough rope caused some pain to her labia and anus, but the friction also brought her pleasure.

When Qingqing reached the central beam of the room, she saw a rope hanging down from it, with a note attached and a handcuff tied to it. The note read:

"Tie the hanging rope to the shackles, tie a tight knot, and then cuff your hands behind your back. Then pull the red line on the ground."

These instructions puzzled Qingqing, but she quickly tied the rope tightly to the shackles and cuffed her hands behind her back. These handcuffs were combination handcuffs that Yezi had brought; they could be set with a four-digit password. Qingqing thought: This is convenient; no need to look for a key, just the password to open it. Then Qingqing slowly squatted down, enduring the tightness of the rope against her vulva and anus, and used her handcuffed hands to reach the red line on the ground and pulled it.

Suddenly, there was a loud "boom," Qingqing's legs tightened, and the world spun around her as she was lifted upside down. Qingqing was terrified, her face turning pale. Only the gag in her mouth prevented her from screaming. When she came to her senses and saw that everything around her was upside down, she realized she was being hung upside down. The "thud" she'd heard was the sound of the heavy wooden door collapsing to the ground. It was a cleverly designed mechanism. Yezi had leaned the wooden door against the wall at an angle that made it wobbly, held in place only by a small piece of wood. This piece was connected by a red thread. When Qingqing pulled the thread, the small piece of wood opened, causing the wooden door to fall. The falling door then pinned the rope hanging from the beam, pulling Qingqing upside down.

This position was uncomfortable and put her in a precarious situation. Untying the restraints was difficult. Understanding her predicament, Qingqing began searching for a way out. Although she was hanging upside down, her head wasn't far from the ground. If her hands were free, she could support herself on the ground, but how could she free her bound feet? Qingqing noticed a pair of scissors below her, which Yezi must have prepared. The door was very close to her after it fell, and she could reach the part of the rope dangling from the beam that was pinned down by the door. If Qingqing grabbed the scissors, braced herself with one hand on the ground, and cut the rope with the other, she could escape her upside-down position. The key issue now was how to unlock her hands, which were handcuffed behind her back.

The key was the handcuff code, which must be nearby. Qingqing searched around and found her laptop right in front of her, upside down. Hanging upside down, it was perfect for watching. The screen displayed:

"A movie will start playing shortly. At the 20-minute mark, a house number will appear; remember the first digit. At the 50-minute mark, a license plate number will appear; remember the second digit. At the 80-minute mark, a phone number will appear; remember the third digit. At the end of the movie, a website address will appear; remember the only number inside. These four digits are your handcuff code. If you feel thirsty during the movie, you can spit out the gag and eat an apple."

Good heavens, she had to watch a movie while hanging upside down like this! Qingqing gasped. A four-digit code would probably take thousands of tries to unlock, and with the handcuffs on her back, even trying one would be troublesome. It seemed she would have to wait until the movie was finished.

Qingqing was suspended upside down, waiting for the film to start. Suddenly, she felt the rope tightly binding her labia and anus begin to move. Confused, she turned her head and discovered that one end of the rope was tied to a fan. The fan was timed and swung left and right, pulling the rope along with the fan's movements, then pulling it back, over and over again.

"Yezi is really clever," Qingqing laughed, but the rope was already creating a burning sensation in her vagina and anus.

The pulling of the rope brought a burning sensation, a feeling that contained three parts pain, five parts pleasure, and two parts the feeling of being violated as the knot passed. Qingqing's saliva unconsciously dripped onto the ground.

A few minutes later, a video started playing on the computer screen, and Qingqing immediately became completely engrossed. It was a Japanese SM film, depicting the female protagonist being humiliated by the male protagonist in various ways. Seeing this, Qingqing's blood began to boil; this film was going to awaken her SM desires.

Bondage, whipping, wax dripping, enemas… and the rope constantly rubbing against her genitals, Qingqing's lust grew stronger and stronger, almost uncontrollable. Of course, don't think the rope was just rubbing; Yezi had soaked it in an aphrodisiac solution overnight. It wasn't noticeable when dry, but as Qingqing's vagina was rubbed by the rope until it produced vaginal fluid, wetting the rope, the aphrodisiac solution soaked into the rope began to take effect little by little.

Qingqing felt unbearable; the burning sensation in her vagina and anus had spread deep into her intestines, desperately needing something to soothe it. She gasped for breath, watching the film where the actress was bound and dripping wax, her body covered in red wax, drool dripping everywhere. Qingqing felt her throat dry, and the pulling on her nipples intensified. So, Qingqing forcefully spat out the gag and took a big bite of the apple hanging from her breast.

The apple brought a cooling sensation, but the lust ignited by the film, the ropes, and the aphrodisiac only grew stronger. Fortunately, Qingqing retained a sliver of consciousness; as the time indicated by Yezi approached, she paid attention to the screen and memorized the password. However, the lust burned ever brighter, and by the time Qingqing realized what was happening, the third digit of the password had already passed.

"So, if I just look carefully at the last digit, it will only take a maximum of 10 tries to unlock the handcuffs." Qingqing dared not lose herself any longer; she began to control her feelings and focus on the screen. This was the most difficult time for Qingqing. She needed to fight against her burning desire to keep her mind clear, but this only temporarily suppressed the urge; when it erupted, it would all come out at once.

Finally, at the end of the film, Qingqing saw the last number clearly: "3, 9, ?, 4." Yezi began to feel the markings on the keypad to determine which number it was. After arranging the first, second, and fourth numbers, she started trying the third one.

"Snap!" Hearing a crisp sound, Qingqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. She moved her hands to make sure they weren't numb before using one hand to support herself on the ground and the other to grab the scissors to cut the rope. The moment the rope was cut, Qingqing felt her legs loosen and slowly lowered them to the ground. Hanging upside down for so long, she should have rested, but Qingqing didn't. She even cut the rope around her legs and dragged herself along in tiny steps, searching for something to quell her lust.

Strange, where were all those vibrating eggs and fake genitals? Qingqing searched high and low but couldn't find them, nor did she find Yezi's note. Finally, she found the chastity belt and note in the bath basket in the bathroom:

"Put on the chastity belt, lock it, and enjoy yourself."

That was enough. Qingqing checked; the vaginal plug and anal plug were both there. She quickly put on the chastity belt, locked it, and turned on the vibrator.

"Mmm, so comfortable." Qingqing had finally found it; she no longer needed to suppress her desire. The vibrating vaginal and anal plugs reignited the desire Qingqing had suppressed earlier, and she began to lose herself in the moment: "Come on, vibrate!"

The incessant vibrations finally brought Qingqing to orgasm, an orgasm more intense and exhilarating than any she had ever experienced before. Lying on the bed, savoring the afterglow of her climax, Qingqing slowly remembered how to unlock the chastity belt and shackles. Soon, she found a note on the bedside table:

"I've left the keys to the chastity belt and shackles at the small shop at the alley entrance. Go get them yourself."

The small shop? That's at the alley entrance, more than 100 meters away from Qingqing's yard. Wasn't she supposed to be playing in her own room? Why did she have to go out to get the keys? But Qingqing had no other choice now. The small shop usually closed at six o'clock. Qingqing checked the time; it was already 5:30. She needed to hurry, or she wouldn't be able to get them tonight.

Qingqing quickly considered her options: the chastity belt wouldn't be visible once she put on her clothes, but the shackles were a problem. They were on her ankles and easily exposed, making noise when she walked, which would attract attention. What to do? After a moment's thought, Qingqing had an idea. She removed the nipple clamps and the two half-eaten apples from her body, then found a long skirt, put it on, and draped a shawl over her shoulders. This covered her completely from head to toe, so no one should be able to see the marks on her body.

However, after taking a couple of steps, the shackles still made a clanging sound. What to do? Qingqing came up with an idea. She found a short piece of rope, tied one end to the chastity belt, and the other end to the middle of the shackles. She pulled the chains upwards, so the clanging sound wouldn't be heard when she walked. But this made Qingqing's strides even smaller. There was no other way; time was running out, so Qingqing had to leave.

Qingqing walked slowly, step by step, through the alley, enduring the double whammy of the vaginal and anal plugs. She then remembered that in her haste to leave, she had forgotten to turn off the vibration, but now that she was on the road, she didn't have time to go back. This hundred-meter stretch was especially difficult for her, but thankfully she didn't encounter anyone else along the way.

Finally, she reached the small shop. Aunt Qin was already preparing to close up shop. Seeing Qingqing approaching, she said, "Oh, Qingqing, are you here to pick something up?"

Qingqing smiled, "Yes, Aunt Qin."

"Oh, you weren't home this morning, were you? A friend of yours gave this to me, saying she came looking for you this morning, but you weren't there, so she asked me to give you this envelope. Um, that girl was quite pretty..."

"Auntie, give me the key first," Qingqing interrupted Aunt Qin, afraid she would launch into a long tirade.

"Oh, oh, I almost forgot the important matter once we started talking about it." Aunt Qin took out an envelope from the shop and handed it to Qingqing. "Qingqing, what's wrong? Your face is red. Are you feeling unwell? Should we go see a doctor?..."

"No need, Aunt Qin, it's too hot. I'm fine. I'll go back now." Qingqing quickly replied.

"Alright then, you go ahead. I need to close the shop too. Come buy things from me more often!"

Qingqing agreed and started walking back. Not far away, she encountered a person riding a bicycle, and Qingqing stopped nervously.

However, the person on the bicycle didn't notice Qingqing and rode straight past. Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. Just now, when she was nervous, Yezi's vagina and anus had also tightened, tightly gripping the vaginal and anal plugs. Now that they were released, she felt a slight surge of pleasure.

Qingqing knew she had to hurry home. Thankfully, the journey was uneventful, and she arrived home safely. She immediately relaxed and collapsed onto the bed, letting the vaginal and anal plugs vigorously induce pleasure, waiting for another climax.

Sharing pleasure is better than keeping it to yourself. It was getting late, and Yezi finally got off the sex machine, collapsing weakly onto the bed. Her stomach was rumbling, but she was too lazy to get up and get something to eat.

"Isn't there still that? Qingqing is so thoughtful," Yezi remembered, and went to get some eggs and sausages.

"Ah, so delicious."

After eating and resting, at nine o'clock, Yezi opened MSN and saw Qingqing's avatar. This was their agreed-upon time; if someone wasn't online, it meant there was a problem and they needed to help.

Qingqing: How was it?

Yezi: You're so naughty! I was terrified when someone knocked on my door.

Qingqing: You were even worse, making me wear a chastity belt and shackles to get the key. I was scared then too.

Yezi: Hehe, my idea was pretty good, wasn't it? You should share more in the future!

Qingqing: Yes, yes, it's better to share happiness than to enjoy it alone!

Qingqing smiled on the other end of the computer. She hadn't taken off her chastity belt yet. She planned to turn on the vibration after chatting with Yezi. This weekend was just too enjoyable.

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