I love SM

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My name is Ling Mengyun, and I'm a high school freshman. I say "girl" because I'm only 16 years old, which is considered a minor according to national regulations. As for looks, I'm quite attractive, a real beauty. For women, 16 is generally considered the age of maturity. I'm 165cm tall and weigh 51kg (51kg isn't particularly slim; it's part of my slender figure, but if I were too light, how could I talk about having a large bust and a beautiful butt?). While I don't have huge breasts, I'm a 34D, which looks quite full and perky, though there's always the possibility of further development. My buttocks are also quite perfect (I'll skip the self-praise). As for my face, I have rather large eyes, a pointed nose, and a delicate, small mouth. My whole face looks quite pretty and radiant. Well, I guess I'm just a child of good genes. (Seeing this, you might think it's another story that portrays the female protagonist as incredibly outstanding and alluring, making you sigh that such a woman only exists in books and is rarely seen in real life. But I think, if a long erotic story features a plain, even ugly, female protagonist, even if you're interested in reading it, I wouldn't be in the mood to write it.) My dad is the mayor of our city, Shengyu, and my mom is a professor at Shengyu University. You could say I live in a very well-off family. So-called high-society people often visit my home, which has given me a bold and lively personality. In other people's eyes, I'm a refined and cultured lady. Although this is an erotic story, I don't want to live in a decadent and licentious society. Therefore, in my story, my parents are normal, society as a whole is normal, and logically, I should be a normal lady, but I know I'm not.
Women do mature earlier than men. A 16-year-old boy might only experience a fleeting pleasure from an erection when he needs to urinate, while I already knew how to masturbate. My sexual interests are slightly SM-oriented; I particularly enjoy the feeling of helplessness from a lack of freedom. Watching too much TV, I'd inevitably encounter kidnapping scenes. Seeing those beautiful women with their hands tied behind their backs, preferably against a pillar, or with their arms outstretched and bound to a cross, their feet warmed by cold foot warmers, I'd always imagine myself as the one being bound. I'd struggle with resistance and fear, tugging at the ropes, feeling a tingling, itchy, numb sensation all over my body. It felt like being flirted with. While I was still enjoying this slightly intoxicating sense of restraint, usually at this moment, a fierce-looking, burly man with a menacing face would appear with two henchmen. My first thought would be: "You bastard, what are you doing? Don't come any closer!"
But I'd say, "No matter what you do, I won't tell."
He grinned wickedly, "Really? Then you'd better be prepared. I have plenty of time to wait for you to confess."
"I'm not afraid," I thought, inwardly frustrated. Being forced to stand tall and say I wasn't afraid of death in the face of danger—it seemed being a female soldier wasn't easy.
At that moment, I almost hoped his rough hands would do something rough. But that wouldn't happen, even if the director really wanted to continue. Good heavens, I just wanted to be raped once! Couldn't even this small request be granted?
Enough daydreaming, back to reality.
After watching TV, it was bedtime. But bedtime doesn't necessarily mean actually sleeping; there are things I should do. On every unpoetic night, if I don't find a way to soothe my tired body, then even sleep isn't suitable. Of course, I still had to pretend. I love sleeping naked, so I'm completely naked. That skin-to-skin intimacy with nature, that feeling of being able to touch every part of my skin directly, is something I can't resist.
Due to my age and experience, my initial self-pleasure was simply the stroking and rubbing of my hands. Lying in bed, my long fingernails rubbed back and forth on my labia, clitoris, and other sensitive areas, sending waves of tingling sensations from my fingertips to my vagina, instantly reaching my cerebral cortex. My other hand wasn't idle either. Sometimes I stroked my breasts clockwise, sometimes I squeezed them with my fingers until they were plump and pointed, sometimes I just groped and grabbed them randomly, basically playing with my breasts however it felt good. (My breasts were no longer under my control.) With the stimulation from both hands, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, and my breathing became more rapid. My chest heaved violently, and my body began to move restlessly, my waist involuntarily thrusting upwards to match the movement of my fingers.
Within minutes, my nipples swelled up like dried-up soybeans after absorbing water. A sticky, clear fluid uncontrollably flowed from my genitals, my whole body enjoying a baptism of love in a state of heat. But this stimulation alone wasn't enough to reach multiple orgasms. Despite the filling of my fingers, my vagina still felt a strange emptiness and a tingling sensation. I knew I should find something thicker to compensate for the inadequacy of my fingers, but I resisted. Reason prevailed over desire; I couldn't let my girlhood be destroyed by inanimate objects. So, even though I'd been masturbating for more than two or three days, I still retained a girlish spirit.
My heightened libido was compounded by my strict parents. It was inconvenient to do this at home. If my parents knew I often masturbated secretly, I couldn't imagine how they would react, but I knew I couldn't face them. Always hesitant and timid about indulging in sexual pleasure, how could I truly enjoy it? I didn't blame them, but they couldn't blame me either. After all, they had given birth to a daughter who craved sexual happiness. (If the degree of sexual desire is also hereditary, then wouldn't my parents at least have one...? Wait, wait, wait! My parents have always been so noble and upright, they would never... It must be that I mutated during puberty, otherwise how could I have a daughter who likes perverts?)
For my own convenience, for safety, peace, and freedom, I decided to move out. The reasons are numerous—I'm grown up now, I need to learn to be independent, it's convenient to go to and from school, and it's dangerous to go home at night (the school is a bit far)... I think once I tell them these reasons, they'll have no choice but to agree. However, if I were to reveal my real reason (I love BDSM), it would simply force them to admit I'm an idiot.
As I expected, they agreed to let me rent a place near the school after making a whole bunch of demands. As for the demands, they certainly couldn't compare to the allure of living alone.
At the start of the second semester of my first year of high school, I moved into my new home with my parents. My dad paid for the apartment, and he also brought all my luggage. My mom furnished it for me (it's definitely not as nice as home, but I'm very content). I felt like a princess, enjoying myself, imagining all the little things that would happen here, all sorts of scenarios, and a secret thrill would well up inside me. Suddenly, I felt a wave of dizziness. It wasn't an accident; it was just that my dream SM haven was now right in front of me. How could I not be excited and my head was spinning?
With everything arranged, my parents prepared to go back. Before leaving, my mom gave me some advice, basically things like: take good care of yourself while you're away, don't easily trust strangers, and remember to lock the door at night. I just agreed to whatever my mom said. That way, they could leave without worry. (It's not that I want them to rush home, it's just that sometimes you have to be willing to let go, otherwise how can you achieve great things, haha.) This is my first time living away from my parents. I don't know how they feel without me, but I still feel quite lonely. Before, I lived comfortably under my parents' care, without having to do anything. Now that I'm alone, some things are really hard to get used to. As a result, on my very first night here, I went hungry all night. This has never happened before, and just thinking about it makes me feel frustrated.
Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Although I have relative freedom here, I sometimes feel helpless. After thinking about it, I feel it's time to seriously consider how to make life move in a more favorable direction, such as: learning how to take care of my daily life, and how to achieve the sexual happiness I envisioned when I arrived, etc. That night, I went out for a late-night snack. As the saying goes, when you're full and warm, you think of lustful desires. Should I do something? Haha, that night, I didn't do anything. I just washed up and went to sleep. I'm not as promiscuous as you might imagine.
Oh, I should probably introduce my new apartment. It's about a 10-minute walk from school, so it's quite convenient for commuting. It's a one-bedroom apartment with a small kitchen, toilet, and balcony—a standard apartment, really.
During the day, I'm a proper, well-behaved girl, a popular lady with both boys and girls. But things are different when I get back to my little apartment at night. Occasionally, I masturbate, which is normal, but the downside is the lack of SM tools. Repeating the same few actions over and over gets boring after a while. Looking at the whole apartment, it's such a proper home, there aren't even any hooks or anything on the ceiling. The only thing I have that could be considered a BDSM tool is a pair of handcuffs I stole from my dad. (My dad used to work in the police force.) This
can't go on. My life can't be so dull, so I decided to add some special props or decorations to my home. However, I still don't have the guts to buy from physical adult stores. While there's nothing inherently embarrassing about it—everyone tacitly understands—most girls are still a little shy. If an acquaintance saw me walking out of a sex shop carrying a large black plastic bag with a lewd grin, I'd be miserable.
Fortunately, in this era, the internet is all-powerful. This virtual world fulfills so many people's violent and perverse dreams. It's like someone who wouldn't dare actually take a knife or gun to kill someone, but in online games, you can kill without restraint. I don't like murder mystery games, but I do like SM games.
Through the internet, I've learned a lot about SM. Comparing various SM methods, I have a particular fondness for bondage and self-bondage. It's the least dangerous and best evokes the feeling of helplessness after losing freedom, and the resulting pleasure. The reason is simple: just like true friendship is revealed in times of hardship, only the pleasure after experiencing setbacks and trials is true pleasure. Just thinking about it makes me realize how boring it would be to do nothing but the piston-like motion of going in and out all day. In SM methods, I'm not particularly opposed to enemas, urethral torture, or bondage, although they're not entirely safe. But if handled properly, they're not dangerous. As the saying goes, "No pain, no gain
," and "No orgasm without some torment." As for whipping, needle pricking, wax dripping, dog-like discipline, life imprisonment, and master-slave training, let whoever wants to do it do it. I certainly won't. Those are very dangerous. Flowers grown in the greenhouse of the south aren't suited to the northwestern desert; even an idiot knows that. I wonder if idiots even know this.
Some women buy razors; you can figure out what they're going to do with their asses—shaving themselves clean and neat. Besides making it easier for men to lick, I can't think of anything that makes people more aroused. I live alone for now and don't need men to lick me, so I would never abuse my newly grown pubic hair. Shaving off my cute pubic hair feels like a eunuch not being able to grow a beard—it signifies impotence, and I'm clearly sexually normal.
All that's to say, I just want to tell you I should go to an adult toy store; online shopping is the best way to keep it discreet.
I opened my browser, and the all-powerful Baidu appeared. With a shy heart, I searched for "adult products," and soon a bunch of website links appeared. I usually don't choose the first one because it's often an advertisement, or someone with connections to some high-ranking Baidu executive—I despise those kinds of websites. I just randomly chose one of the websites below. Consider it supporting a small business. I won't mention the specific name, to avoid being seen as a pimp. But I have to say, the various adult products really made my heart flutter.
Getting straight to the point, I chose several thin, long ropes of varying lengths to meet different needs, grayish-white for a more natural look. Hemp rope is best for SM bondage, but it's not as comfortable and leaves marks easily. I only chose the longest one. Most were nylon ropes. Don't expect me to tie my whole body up with red ropes for you, and don't talk to me about romance and sexiness; I can't pull off such exaggerated displays.
It would be so incongruous for someone bound and deprived of freedom to speak freely, so a gag is a must. I bought a white and a pink perforated rubber gag. After the gag is in my mouth, two straps are tied behind my head, forcing me to keep my mouth open without speaking—which I find quite amusing. Then I bought a few vibrators; you know what they're for.
Since I've gone to the trouble of buying SM supplies, I should be generous and thorough. Every part of my body needs to be taken care of.
In the SM section, I also bought an anal plug—not too long or too thick, just enough. As for my anus, even if you only let me insert a little finger, even if you've taken croton oil, you can forget about breaking through the barrier and gushing out. Of course, restraints are essential; a chastity belt is particularly important. With a chastity belt, even a nymphomaniac becomes a nun. It also has the benefit of preventing things from falling out during movement. In this era, only women with integrity deserve to wear chastity belts.
The lower body is taken care of, but what about those breasts on top? Such large breasts can't be covered with two big bowls, can they? So, I can only start with the nipples. I chose a pair of exquisitely crafted nipple clamps, made of steel, with holes the size of mung beans on each clamp—obviously for holding the nipples. But what normal woman's nipples are only the size of mung beans? But only this way can they clamp tightly and feel good. The ends of the nipple clamps are connected by small metal chains.
Of course, sex shops have plenty of sexy lingerie. Looking at those products, I have to admire the designers' aesthetic sense and creative talent. You're just wearing underwear, how can they so perfectly showcase a woman's sexiness, ambiguity, and allure? How sexy is sexy lingerie? Don't underestimate it. If I wear the two outfits I chose, if you're a normal man, prepare tissues for my nosebleed.
That's about it, right? You've bought everything you needed. Wait, something's missing. Readers, help me think, what else would you like me to wear?
Hmm, you're thinking of a fake penis? Wooden or rubber, whatever you think of, I won't buy it. I've said it before, I won't end my virginity with an inanimate object. Of course, if I'm forced, I'll have to accept it.
Even if you're thinking of handcuffs and shackles, you'll be disappointed. Handcuffs, even sexy handcuffs, can't compare to a police officer's. I already have a pair. As for shackles, let's use rope for restraint. Walking down the street in iron shackles, clanging and jingling—I haven't reached that level of masochism yet.
Oh, I think of it, high heels are essential too. A masochist walking down the street in sneakers—that's too incongruous with her identity. I own several pairs of high heels, but the tallest is only 8 centimeters. Seeing the advertisements, I couldn't resist. Six centimeters? Pan Changjiang, right? Eight centimeters? Guo Degang, right? 12 centimeters? Yao Ming, right? So tall, so incredibly tall! You tell me, if you don't buy these, you're disrespecting Yao Ming! So, I chose a pair of mainly black shoes. These kinds of shoes only care about looking beautiful and sexy; comfort and stability are up to the customer. What I liked most was their appearance. All black, the toe box barely covers a woman's toenail, and the rest is only about two centimeters high with leather. The instep is made of perforated material, diagonally covering part of the instep. The main pattern on the perforated part is a cicada wing design. The designer probably used cicadas to express the vibrant spring and burgeoning sexual life. Although the price was high, I'm so happy to have bought them, haha.
Hmm, my observant eye also noticed an extra piece of material at the heel of these shoes, with small protrusions at both ends and a hole on each side for things to pass through. It turns out it's a foot-binding device to prevent instability—no, it should be a restraint device to prevent the wearer from taking off the shoes without permission, because in the accessories section, besides three small, exquisite chains, there are also four matching small locks. If I thread the chains through the pre-drilled holes and lock them, they won't be able to come off. I also thought of a fun idea: I could use the 60cm long chain to thread through all four holes and lock them on both sides. This would not only prevent the shoes from coming off but also leave only 30cm of space between the shoes. With only such a short space in 12cm heels, the feeling of taking tiny, delicate steps would be indescribable! (Am I being a little too perverted, coming up with this method to torture myself? Sigh, why do women have to make things difficult for each other?)
In addition, I also bought a restraint bandage, a box of condoms, a bottle of aphrodisiac, and low-temperature candles. (Disclaimer: The aphrodisiac is for collecting, and the candle isn't for dripping wax; it's for making myself feel a bit more positive during Earth Hour.) Now I've finally bought everything I wanted, and I'm completely satisfied. It should arrive in two or three days.
What else do I want to do next? What else can I do?
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I want to console myself a little more, but think about it, what woman is truly serious and focused when buying sex toys? After the initial thrill, I'm actually a bit tired from the excitement. I pull out a tissue and wipe my damp hands, damp parts of my body, damp... Anyway, don't think that sweating while surfing the internet on an early spring night is a good thing.
The next day, I went to class as usual. The teacher didn't know what I did yesterday, and neither did my classmates. Only I knew that I had made a huge breakthrough yesterday, creating a bright future for my sexual life. Of course, there might be exceptions, like that fantasizing boy who likes to secretly watch me in class—he might guess something. No matter what anyone guesses, I am still the Ling Mengyun in everyone's eyes—a girl with a noble temperament, a perfect figure, and a beautiful face.
Nothing happened on the third day either; if anything did happen, it's just the readers' imagination.
Waiting is painful, but unlike my seniors who anxiously awaited their college entrance exam scores with high hopes—their hopes often ended in disappointment—my waiting was exactly what I expected, so my mood became increasingly relaxed. Hahaha, sometimes I even laugh in my dreams.
Finally, on the morning of the fifth day, the courier called, repeatedly apologizing for writing my address incorrectly, making door-to-door delivery impossible. I didn't blame him, because I had deliberately written the wrong address; I didn't want anyone with ulterior motives coming to my house, so it was safer to pick it up myself. After receiving the notification, I asked my teacher for leave and happily went to the designated location. The boss was really thoughtful; it was clearly SM sex toys, but the boss wrote it as bedding. After signing for the package, I rushed home as fast as I could. Was I being a little too eager, rushing home so impatiently torturing myself?
Haha, you've got me wrong! I was just in a hurry to get back to class. I didn't want to have to bring the package to school because of any delays; after all, this package was special, and I couldn't afford any mishaps.
Finally, school was over, and I rushed home with a secret sense of satisfaction. The journey that usually takes ten minutes I covered in six! Who says the power of love is the greatest? Right now, I feel the power of sex is even more formidable.
Eating now seems so boring and a waste of time, so I went home without eating. I found a small knife and slowly peeled back the mysterious veil. At that moment, I had an urge—if I had a kitchen knife, I would definitely shred this extra packaging completely. I dumped everything onto the bed, looking at the sexy high heels, the alluring lingerie, the sturdy chastity belt, the taut rope, and various vaginal fillers. Besides that, there was an envelope containing a letter from the shop owner. The letter, besides expressions of gratitude, mentioned that he'd been running the shop for many years and knew many people with a BDSM interest. He asked if I needed a like-minded playmate (both male and female). Having a playmate would certainly be nice; some things would be much easier. I just smiled. I didn't want a strange master, nor did I want to unconditionally accept his or her various perverted demands every day. However, there was a gold membership card inside, which offered a 20% discount, which was quite nice. Seeing all these different things made my life feel much more fulfilling. Everyone
has this thought—buying something new and immediately wanting to try it out. I was no exception. Trying it out was one thing, but I still needed to organize things first. After all, things like aphrodisiacs and low-temperature candles were definitely not needed now.
Without further ado, I decided to gag myself. Alone at home, who could I talk to? (I regretted it quite a bit.) I picked up a small, pink gag and laboriously shoved the rubber ball into my mouth, then tied the strap behind my head (like a digital watch strap). The whole process was similar to putting on a watch, except you'd never seen such a thick hand, nor such a lewd watch head. Then I stripped myself completely naked, letting the air moisturize every inch of my skin. Oh no, I forgot to lock the door! I quickly ran to the living room and locked the bedroom door. Then I went back to the bed and started putting on makeup.
Following the method in erotic novels, I wrapped the rope around the upper and lower edges of my breasts several times, tying a slipknot behind my back. Then I took out three short ropes and connected the two parallel lines at my cleavage and under my armpits, tying them tightly. The already tight ropes went even deeper into my skin, making my already firm breasts seem even more sculpted. Don't think it's okay just because I don't say anything. It's just that I can't express it. I've never played like this before, and I only have one feeling: pain, it really hurts. My breasts are swollen, and even my breathing is affected. But there's also a feeling of excitement. I don't know if this pleasure first comes from the psychological pleasure of binding myself in my cerebral cortex, or from the physiological pleasure of my breasts being forced to accept the "training." Anyway, there's an involuntary urge to touch my vagina because the emptiness inside has returned, and it's itchy and I want to scratch it. So I put in my longest middle finger to comfort my thirsty vagina.
No, when did I become so thirsty? I try to control the fire of desire. I still have so many things to test. I
was originally thinking of adding some binding ropes to my legs first. My two free legs are moving around freely all day, and I can't stand it anymore. Yes, I have to tie them up.
However, to prevent my fingers from involuntarily touching my genitals and interfering with the entire plan, I decided to put on the chastity belt first. I secured the belt's waistband at a suitable position, letting either leather strap hang down to my anus. Then I had to prepare my inner world before proceeding with the chastity ritual. Since this was my first time self-pleasuring like this, everything felt clumsy.
First, I opened the vibrator's packaging, clipped the battery compartment and switch to my waistband, then used one hand to pry open my labia, and with the other hand carefully and resolutely inserted the vibrating part into my vagina, not daring to go too deep, for fear of threatening my delicate hymen. Then I put a condom on the newly bought anal plug; that would be much more hygienic. I didn't want to go in clean, only to pull it out... Just as I was about to insert it, I remembered I'd forgotten to buy something: lubricant. I'd heard that lubricant makes sex much easier. I'll just have to buy it next time. However, a woman's vaginal lubrication is the best lubricant. My already sensitive body, after so much touching, was already wet; I just hadn't said anything until I needed it. I pulled out the vibrator and let the anal plug lubricate it. Then I put the vibrator back in.
The anus seemed to be a place that welcomes departure but refuses entry. Upon contact with the anal plug, the muscles instinctively contracted, clenching the anus to prevent foreign intrusion. Already lubricated by vaginal fluid, and with the smallest size anal plug, the passive resistance of the anus was no match for my active intrusion, and it quickly penetrated completely. Then I pulled the leather of the chastity belt hanging behind me to the front, completely covering the vulva and anus, and then locked it on the waistband. This way, my free hands couldn't do what they wanted. After putting on the chastity belt
, even if I was burning with desire, I had to endure it. The constant rubbing brought wave after wave of pleasure, but the emptiness only increased, and I was helpless, only able to silently bear it.
I didn't pay special attention to my feet, just wrapped them around my knees a few times, leaving about 35 centimeters of space between them. This didn't have much of an impact, just a slight restriction on walking; I could manage it by walking slowly. I was supposed to use nipple clamps, but they were incredibly painful as soon as they clamped my nipples. It was my first time, so I had to be gentle. Okay, gentle it is, I'll be gentle then, so I immediately removed the nipple clamps and left them alone. Now, all that was left was the handcuffs; I wouldn't try on those high heels today.
Then, I put everything else away. Everything on the bed was normal, everything under the bed was normal. I unlocked the handcuffs, put the key under the flowerpot on the balcony, and put the chastity belt key in the cabinet. I twisted my hands behind my back and handcuffed them; without the key, I couldn't escape.
I walked to the bedroom mirror and looked at myself, deprived of my freedom. A beautiful girl with a gag in her mouth, deprived of the right to speak, yet still managing a few symbolic whimpers, glistening saliva uncontrollably flowing out, a long, thin thread leading directly to the ground. My breasts were bound by rope, appearing exceptionally firm, while my lower body was firmly imprisoned by the chastity belt, forbidding anyone from visiting me; I was left to my own devices. Oh, I almost forgot, I haven't turned on the vibrator yet! I twisted my hands behind my back to my waist and pressed the switch.
"Oh...oh...ah...ah," Good heavens, when had I, so innocent, ever experienced anything like this? I couldn't help but moan. This feeling was indescribable; I could only twist my body in resistance—oh, not resistance, but acceptance.
"Ah...mmm," waves of pleasure surged, and I twisted my hands, wanting to touch myself down there. I thought, even my smallest finger could bring me to orgasm, but this small wish was impossible to fulfill; I ruined it myself, ruthlessly destroyed it.
I thought it would continue like this forever, even if I couldn't reach orgasm, at least I'd had a good time. Just as I was losing myself in the moment, my phone, which was sitting in the living room, rang. I was stunned. Who would call at this hour? This could be a disaster.
Since I was already here, I had to face it. Slowly, I suppressed the overwhelming waves of pleasure and staggered to the living room. Looking at the phone, a sudden, inexplicable fear washed over me—a mix of dread and helplessness. It was my mom calling. Why was she calling at nine o'clock at night? Did she miss me and want to take me home for the weekend? I thought to myself, "Please, please don't come." I pressed the answer button and bent down, pressing my face against the coffee table to hear what my mom had to say. I immediately regretted covering my mouth. There was no other way but to respond with a simple "uh-huh."
A warm voice came from the other end of the line: "Xiaoyun, how have you been doing these past few days on your own?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"It's the first time you've been away from us, and your dad and I are always so worried. We miss you so much. Have you missed us?"
"Waaah!"
"Mom just had some things to do here, so I'm going back now. Tomorrow's Saturday, and I'll pick you up to stay for a couple of days." "
Mmm-hmm." But in my heart, I was thinking, how can I go back with you like this? Mom, stop talking, I'm busy right now.
"Get ready, I'll be there in about five minutes."
"Okay."
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At this moment, Mom must be wondering, what's wrong with my daughter today? Usually, she's all lovey-dovey on the phone, but today she's not saying a word. Fortunately, despite her suspicions, she still hung up. And I only have five minutes. What should I do? What should I do? My brain is out of control, really out of control. Finally, I can't control it anymore. My entire mental defenses have collapsed, my whole body is limp on the ground, and my whole body is convulsing. An incredibly stimulating pleasure surges into my brain like an electric shock. My brain stops thinking, and I'm immersed in the orgasm, unable to extricate myself. I never thought that my first real orgasm would be brought by my dear and respectable mother.
No, I only have five minutes. I have to hurry. I wasted at least two minutes of my orgasm. I struggled to get up from the ground. Anxious yet powerless, I slowly moved to the balcony, frantically searching for my keys. It took considerable effort to unlock the handcuffs, which I then tossed aside into a corner of the balcony. As I walked towards the bedroom, I untied the gag. Removing the gag, I let out a long sigh of relief. Just then, the doorbell rang, its urgent beeping sound like the death knell of the Grim Reaper. Without thinking, I hurriedly grabbed a bra and put it on, not even fastening the back clasp, then quickly grabbed a light blue long dress from the closet, slipped it on, and ran to open the door.
"Ah!"
came my mother's anxious voice from outside, "Xiaoyun, what's wrong?"
I didn't answer.
While others might think quickly and ingeniously, I panicked and panicked. It turned out the rope binding my knees restricted my movement; I hadn't noticed this and managed to open the door, but I tripped and fell. But it didn't matter; at least I could go out and see my mom. Even though the ropes on my legs were still there, my skirt covered them. As long as I didn't open the door and find myself gagged, naked and bound by countless ropes, forcing a smile to greet her, it would be fine.
"What are you dawdling about, child? And you're acting strangely. Are you feeling unwell?"
I dared not tell her that I was itchy down there and would go back with her after I took care of my needs.
"I was just in the bathroom, Mom."
"Why is your face so red and hot? Do you have a fever?"
"I do have a fever." I swallowed those words.
"Oh, it's nothing... it's just because it was stuffy in the bathroom, that's why. Okay, Mom, I'm fine now."
"Let's hurry up, Dad's still waiting at home."
"Okay, let's go."
I locked the door and hurried away with Mom. Then I regretted it; I couldn't walk fast now. So, I took Mom's arm, intentionally or unintentionally dragging her along, otherwise I couldn't keep up. Luckily, Mom was used to my coquettish manner and didn't suspect anything, but I felt uncomfortable. Deep down, I still felt waves of pleasure. The most uncomfortable part was going down the stairs. My legs, which already had little room to move, not only had front and back distances but also vertical differences, making it so that before my front foot even touched the ground, my back leg started to tug. I didn't know tugging at my back leg was so tiring. Finally, we got downstairs, got in the car, and arrived home. Nothing unexpected happened along the way, after all, I had been careful at every turn.
Back home, I wasn't as scared as I was outside. Seeing my long-unseen dad smiling at me, I really wanted to run over and hug him. Normally, I might have acted that way, but this time I didn't dare. If I did hug him, his hand patting my back would easily spot the ropes on my chest. The dress might obstruct my parents' vision, but it couldn't affect their sense of touch.
That evening, as usual, I watched TV with my parents for a while before going to bed. Actually, I was afraid that if I stayed with them too long, something bad would happen. Although the vibrator was off, the outfit still occasionally sent shivers of pleasure, but thankfully, there wasn't any intense stimulation, so I could control myself.
Back in my bedroom, in my own room, things were much easier. I didn't dare take the ropes off. The dress didn't have pockets, so it wasn't easy to take it out. Leaving it at home would only cause trouble sooner or later. Anyway, they wouldn't find out, so I'd just leave it like that. However, I moved the ropes on my legs up to my thighs until I could walk normally, but they were just getting tighter and tighter. The slightly painful tightness of the restraints still excited me a little; this was the SM life I'd always wanted.
After all this, all my libido and masturbation were gone. What could I do? A chastity belt without a key is always a stumbling block to orgasm. Sigh, I'm tired, I'm tired. Okay, time to sleep.
The next day, I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window and instinctively stretched out my arms.
"Ah!" A sharp pain jolted me awake. My breasts, tightly bound all night, were now erect, bringing a mix of complex sensations. I quickly loosened the ropes; my breasts were numb from increased blood flow, and touching them was an almost unbearable stimulation. (Try sitting on the toilet for half an hour; if you can walk out normally, you're not human.) But my brain was subtly excited. Excitement, orgasm, let the stimulation and orgasm come even more intensely! After resting for a while, I finally felt normal, put on my bra, slipped under my skirt, and went out. As for underwear, do you think I could even fit into it?
Everyone goes to the toilet when they wake up in the morning, but when I squatted down, I realized it wasn't that simple. You can hold your poop for a day, but who can hold their pee for a day or two? Unless they want to die. I really regret buying a small-sized chastity belt. Urine, just have to squeeze, it'll come eventually. It took quite a while, but I finally finished. As for my swollen anus, I can only apologize; I'll treat it well when I get back .
Okay, it's alright now, but looks like I'll have to be careful with food and drink all day.
Another day passed cautiously like this. The next morning, I hurriedly ate breakfast and went home under the pretext of homework, but actually, I really needed to poop. I got home without any delay and then did whatever I needed to do. Anyway, after a lot of relieving myself, I relieved myself of everything I could
, and lay comfortably on the bed, secretly enjoying myself.
I slept until four in the afternoon before getting up, feeling hungry, and went out to find something to eat. Then I obediently came back and finished my homework.
For the next few days, I didn't do anything special. Ever since my first period, there have been a few days each month when I, Ling Mengyun, am in a bad mood. Now it's here again, and I really want to say, "My dear friend, just ignore me! Don't come to see me every month!" But that's unrealistic.
(It's getting late, time for bed.)
Not being able to have a proper time for several days has been quite lonely, so I made up my mind that once I'm better, I must have a good time. Then, countless images of myself being bound hand and foot, fully equipped with cruel gear, the pain and pleasure of being tortured controlling my brain, made me impatient.
Like a parched land finally receiving rain, it has to be crazy to satisfy my craving. I've decided to go through with the midnight self-bondage adventure I've been looking forward to. Normally, I could manage by now, but this time I'm going to go all out. I won't stop until I've tortured myself to the point of near death (dying in pain, surviving in climax). So, I'll need some props. I'm not so perverted as to go out in public wearing a gag, nor am I shameless enough to let anyone easily discover my secret. I like to do masturbation activities that are creative, exciting, shameful, and frightening.
To really enjoy it, I need a mask. In my view of sex, SM can't be without a gag. With a mask and my hair down, no one will see my gag or the straps. I also need a glove—the kind that fits both hands, up to the elbows. For convenience, I chose one where the elastic drawstring at the opening tightens the glove from the bottom up, making it easy to bind and easy to unbind. For someone who has bound themselves, binding their hands is the hardest part, and successfully untying them is crucial. Oh, and I need to buy a reliable safe; keeping all those treasures in the closet isn't safe. What if Mom comes over to tidy up and finds them? That would be incredibly frustrating, even worse than catching someone in the act. At least adulterers can do what they want in bed, but I haven't even done anything before the person who shouldn't know finds out. Even if I get robbed, I'd still feel incredibly ashamed.
I bought what I could at the store last time, and the rest I bought from Tmall.
Thank goodness! Just when I was worrying about my best friend's situation, she finally left on Friday, and all her things arrived. Friday! Thinking about not having school tomorrow and the day after, I felt so carefree. If she had insisted on staying until the weekend, I'd rather she hadn't left. My body allowed it, but the timing was inconvenient; was she trying to suffocate me?
On Friday night, I called my mom to let her know I was safe and made sure she wasn't coming home this week. I didn't want her to suddenly show up and give me another fright. Just to be safe, I left the house key under a piece of scrap wood on the roof (12 floors, I live on the 5th). Then I went back to my room, locked the door, and went to the bathroom first, otherwise it wouldn't be convenient. Last time I wasn't satisfied, so this time I tied two vibrators together, put on condoms, and inserted them into my vagina. I attached the switch, battery box, and other parts to the chastity belt, and then, just like before, I inserted an anal plug into my anus. After that, I locked the chastity belt. My breasts were still decorated the same way as last time. The two parallel ropes were like wires carrying current in the same direction, involuntarily and recklessly drawing closer to each other, making my breasts appear full, swollen, and firm.
My breasts still needed nipple repair, so I took out the nipple clamps I'd been too afraid to wear last time, mustered my courage, and forced them on like a gambler, leaving the chain between the clamps dangling.
Next, I replaced the rope with an elastic bandage above my knees, leaving no gaps, but you can pull it apart when walking to maintain that distance. It just depends on how long you want it to last.
Walking with your legs wide open requires considerable physical strength and stamina. A delicate-looking girl like me would probably only be able to walk a few steps before needing a rest. Then I found some thread, tied one end to the chain near my right nipple clamp, and the other end to the restraints on my left knee. Now, prepare another thread—you know how to attach it to me, right? Next, I put on those sexy 12cm high heels, only securing my feet to the shoes with chains. My feet weren't connected, because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself.
Then I found the smallest bra I had and fastened the farthest hooks and buttons, so my large breasts were compressed from all sides, haha, oh oh. Next, I put on a gag and a mask over it, tidied my hair, and stood in front of the mirror. There was no trace of the gag in sight. Only then could I confidently do the next thing: put on a skirt (actually, that was all I could wear). The skirt was a black jumpsuit that covered my ankles. Then I put on a coat, only buttoning the top two buttons. Finally, I tied my hands. I pulled a rope from around my neck and wrapped it around my arms all the way to my elbows, tightening it. Now I could barely move my arms. I hung the pre-tied slipknotted leather gloves on the doorknob, then fumbled to slip my hands, holding the room key, into the gloves. I slowly squatted down, letting the slipknot slide down until I felt my entire hand, from wrist to elbow, was taut. This was a bit difficult, considering how high the heels were, and without the balance of both hands, it was quite terrifying. 12 centimeters was especially important at this point, like a normal man's penis suddenly growing 12 centimeters—that would be a nightmare for a woman. But not too long, just enough to be functional; I didn't want to scare the girl.
My hands are done, just one last thing to do: hook the hooks under my gloves onto the bandage between my knees. I have to bend over properly, leaning back so my arms drop down to hook the bandage. It seems like if I straighten my back, it will be very tight.
Everything's ready.
After doing so much SM decoration, it's impossible for me not to feel excited, but I haven't written down my feelings yet. I'm just waiting to finish dressing up so we can all experience the pleasure together.
My whole body feels tense; the restraints that I want to do but can't evoke a sense of helplessness. Every hole in my body fills me with a sense of shame, and the chain of restraints that affect everything also gives me a sense of accomplishment. A mix of emotions, sketching out the blueprint for pleasure. It's worth mentioning that with every step, my breasts twitch slightly. Ask other women what it feels like to have their breasts constantly being pulled.
I can leave now... Oh, wait, I forgot to turn on the vibrator. Now that my hands couldn't help, no good. A motionless vibrator was no fun, so I decided to test the ease of untying it beforehand. I forcefully spread my elbows, slowly loosening the slipknot on the leather gloves, and in ten minutes I was free. Then I turned on the vibrator. My lower body immediately started moving. I was already close to orgasm, and now the sudden power, the high-frequency vibration propelled me to a climax.
"Ahhh," accompanied by a long, muffled groan, I leaned against the wall and released. I had achieved my first orgasm of the night, a full five minutes of weak, blissful convulsions. Afterwards, I regained my senses and remembered my purpose for today, so I followed the same method as before, putting on the gloves and getting everything done.
No one would suspect what lay beneath the mask and skirt; even if someone had doubts, they could just consider it modern human art, so I was satisfied, so I was confident.
I walked out the door, closed it, and began my extraordinary journey with Ling Mengyun.
It's already 2 a.m., and there's no one on the streets. The empty community square, the dim lights, and the willow branches swaying in the wind—the silence makes me feel incredibly safe. I can enjoy my planned one or two-hour walk without any worries.
There's a small river not far from the community, with many artificially planted trees on both banks. For pedestrians' convenience, there are also many stone benches. Normally, this is a popular place for people to relax after dinner, but today it's all mine. I plan to walk to the bridge about a kilometer away, then cross the river to go home. Normally,
it takes about four or five minutes to walk to the bridge, but today, with my gear, it's quite a struggle. The bandage on my knee made it impossible for me to take long strides, and with 12-centimeter high heels, I moved forward unsteadily like a toddler learning to walk. To make matters worse, each step tugged at my nipple clamps, sending waves of pleasure through me. The vibrating egg in my vagina vibrated tirelessly, and coupled with my own fantasies, a constant tingling sensation ran through my body, making it even harder to move forward. With great effort, I finally reached the steps leading down to the riverbank. Just as I was about to squat down to make it easier to descend, I sensed a convoy approaching; judging from the sound, it was motorcycles. Afraid of being discovered, I quickly sat down. Although a headlight flashed past me, I figured no one would notice. So, I calmly and slowly descended the stairs.
Truly, the trees may wish to be still, but the wind will not cease. The river darkens, rain is imminent, waves whiten, and the wind begins to rise. As soon as I came down the stairs, I sensed someone approaching. Terrified, I shuffled to a corner. Then I heard someone urinating and saying, "Things went really smoothly today. Let's see if that guy dares to be so arrogant now. But why won't the boss let us sleep with his daughter? She's really pretty." Then another person said, "Xiao Dong, you know the boss doesn't like us messing around with girls. Weren't we punished enough last time?" "Hey, the boss is really something. We're gangsters, why so serious?" "Haha, sorry to bother you." Then they left. Walking in the corner, I couldn't see what they were doing until I heard the motorcycle drive away. I was really scared. Being discovered by gangsters is worse than being discovered by my parents.
That scare almost made me orgasm. I found a stone bench to sit on and rest, to calm myself down. I didn't want to orgasm so soon, otherwise I wouldn't have the strength to walk the rest of the way.
After resting for a while, I continued on my way. This was much easier; the elastic bandage on my leg must have lost its elasticity from being stretched for so long. At that moment, I was truly grateful that it was a counterfeit, otherwise I really wouldn't have had the strength to complete the whole journey tonight.
Along the way, I walked slowly, stopping frequently, and resting against a tree whenever I got tired. I kept building up pleasure, but controlled myself from ejaculating; the immense exhaustion at the climax still lingered in my mind. It took me about forty minutes to reach the bridge. I thought that after crossing the bridge, it would only be a few dozen more minutes to complete tonight's nighttime activity.
However, ideals and reality are always so inconsistent. Just as I was about to cross the bridge, that voice from before came again: "Little girl, don't go! It's inconvenient to play this kind of game alone. Let me help you. Haha."
Could it be this bad? Judging from the voice, it should be that person named Xiao Dong. Didn't they all leave? Now I was truly scared, even more so than when my mother suddenly came to visit last time.
I felt him approaching. I didn't have time to turn around and see if he was handsome; I just wanted to get out of his sight immediately. So I quickened my pace, but the distance between us only grew closer. Then, that annoying voice came again: "Little sister, don't go any further. You can't keep up with me."
"Pah! I'll die if I don't leave!" A voice inside me spurred me on, but he was still getting closer. I turned to look at him; a tall, thin man was creeping closer to me. I knew I couldn't escape, and I knew how terrible it would be to fall into his hands. Jump, maybe jumping would be the end of it. Thinking this, I struggled to climb over the railing and jump into the river. But an endless surge of pleasure, accompanied by fear, shame, and exhaustion, rushed to my brain. Love enveloped me like a tide, and my body trembled as I slowly slid down.
I climaxed again, an unprecedented climax. My mind was devoid of reason, filled only with boundless desire. It felt as if I were living on a cloud, floating in the air, detached from the world. But soon, like a wounded bird, I plummeted. My conscious mind surveyed my surroundings and sensed something was wrong.
I saw a thuggish man lewdly looking down at a beautiful woman who was unable to move. The woman looked up at the man with helpless eyes, only to be met with a merciless gaze. Despair set in; she closed her eyes, letting tears stream down her face and soak her collar.
Why was I this pitiful woman? Why was I the beautiful woman unable to move? If only I were the outsider director.
At this moment, the man couldn't hold back any longer. He reached out and grabbed me, saying, "Look at how enraptured you were just now, I didn't even have the heart to disturb you. You must be a sadist who practices S&M every day." I replied, "No way, I'm a lovely lady loved by everyone. (I didn't even believe that myself, so I didn't dare say it.)"
"Big brother, don't come any closer!"
"As long as you let me go, I'll give you any amount of money you want."
"If you dare touch me, my parents won't let you off the hook!"
"You'd better let me go, or you'll regret it!"
There were too many threats and inducements, so I just whimpered. Why is it that in this society with freedom of speech, I don't have the right to speak freely?
He forced me to stand up, and I was surprised to find that my 12-centimeter high heels made me taller than him. That was the only consolation at that moment. The rest is that I'm deprived of my freedom, held in the hands of a gangster, powerless to escape, and without the chance to commit suicide. (God, give me a chance to kill myself!)
That annoying voice rang out again: "You actually had the courage to commit suicide just now, not bad. Now that you're in my hands, don't even think about suicide. Since you're a masochist, you'll enjoy endless pleasure with me from now on." "
I don't want to! (Waaah...)" I shook my shoulders in protest, but it was no use. So he pushed me to where he parked.
"Come on, let's go to my place and continue your favorite SM games."
My brain still couldn't quite believe it was real. Everything happened so suddenly. I used to be a carefree heiress. The thought of becoming a sex slave without a miracle was unbearable. No, I can't go with him. Reason compelled me to instinctively refuse him, twisting my body to try and get rid of him, but it seemed to anger him.
"Hey, I was going to give you a ride to my place, but it seems you're not too keen. Well then, don't blame me for being impolite." He rummaged through his toolbox, seemingly looking for something, but apparently didn't find it. Then, he roughly lifted my skirt and started groping around.
"Hmm, this elastic bandage around your knee is making it hard to walk, isn't it? Let me take it off for you."
"............Waaah..."
It was really taken off, and my legs were free again. I wanted to run, but what happened next prevented me from running. As he tied one end of the bandage around my waist, he said, "I told you to run, but you wouldn't listen. This time, I'll let you run as much as you want. My place is four or five miles from here, so you'd better run there. Haha, I picked up a girl today and got a free beauty to take home. Worth it." After saying that, I was tied to the back of the motorcycle.
"Aaaah, do you have to be so cruel? How can you treat a beautiful woman like me so roughly?" Now I was being forced to run five miles with the motorcycle, and I wanted to curse.
"Hmm, it's better not to let you know where I live. I'll have to blindfold you."
"You pervert, why don't you just die?!" I twisted and struggled, but it was all in vain. He lifted my skirt again to look, then put it down. What was he trying to do? Maybe he wanted to blindfold me with my underwear? Haha, I wasn't wearing any.
"Damn it, you're not wearing underwear, then I'll have to use mine." Saying that, he actually started taking off his pants in front of me. How shameless! I quickly closed my eyes and turned my head away. (Although the result of these two actions is the same, people are used to doing both.)
Ugh, it stinks! I smell a pungent odor. (If this is what men smell like, then I only want men who don't smell like men.) Then my eyes were covered and tightly bound behind my head. If it weren't for the gag, I would definitely have vomited.
Then he lifted my skirt again.
"Turning the speed up will give it more power," he said, turning my vibrator to the fastest setting. I'd been receiving sexual arousal all along, and I probably would have already orgasmed, but I was afraid it would quell my desire a little. But now the vibrator was vibrating even more vigorously, and I couldn't hold back anymore. My whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and I was drenched in sweat.
"Ah, let me die. Dying during an orgasm shouldn't be so scary, right?"
"Who's pulling me?" After my orgasm, that jerk Ah Dong started the car, and I had to run after it. Very slowly, but wearing high heels and blindfolded, I could barely keep up. According to the plan, I should be lying in bed reminiscing about everything that happened, but what happened? Ugh, I can't bear to think about it. So tired, so tired, let me rest, you bastard. Did he hear me? He saw I was about to give up, so he stopped the car, but he left again after less than two minutes. How could I, so pampered, endure this kind of torture? I couldn't take it anymore, my legs gave way, and I collapsed. Luckily, the bandages weren't long and were elastic, so I didn't fall to the ground. Seeing me dangling beside the car, he panicked, braked quickly, and untied me.
After three orgasms that night, I ran about two miles, exhausted, before passing out. I don't remember anything after that. I think I was carried into the car and driven back. After some more handling, I regained some consciousness. I knew we were in the den of iniquity. He carried me inside, turned on the light, and removed my blindfold, but didn't untie anything else. He took off my coat, and when he tried to take off my skirt, I instinctively twisted my body in protest.
"Alright, alright, it's almost five o'clock. I'm tired today too, so I won't play with you anymore. There's plenty of time later."
Then he carried me to bed, and without even washing up, he took off his shirt and got into my bed. I've never slept with a man before. Tonight, a man suddenly came into my bed, and he was filthy too. I just couldn't accept it. I looked at him with panicked eyes, whimpering. He understood what was going on and explained, "You're such a nuisance, woman. I only have one bed. Do you expect the master to sleep on the floor and the slave on the bed? So, tonight, we're definitely sharing a bed." "
As for the wedding night, you have a chastity belt, and I'm quite tired, so I won't satisfy you, haha." I had no choice but to accept it. Then he placed his hands on my breasts and fell fast asleep. I planned to sleep like that too, but the vibrating egg kept vibrating, the constant stimulation making it impossible for me to sleep. Now, only this stinky man could help me.
So I shook myself awake, and he said impatiently, "What do you want now?" I whimpered, my eyes fixed on my genitals. In the deep of night, he seemed to hear the buzzing sound, knowing I wanted him to turn off the vibrator.
He gave a forced smile and said, "You really like its stimulation, don't you? Let it keep you company while you sleep," and then lay back down.
I was really tired and sleepy, but the stimulation there kept my brain excited, making it hard to fall asleep. So I mustered my courage and shook him awake again.
He looked at me helplessly and said, "My goodness, please spare me!"
I said, "Then spare me first." I didn't say it aloud, just shook myself violently. He had no choice but to lift my skirt again and turn it off for me. I gave him a slightly smug look. Then I heard him say,
"When I'm feeling better tomorrow, I'll make you orgasm ten or eight times..." ......................................
That was such a threatening statement! That night, the same man lifted my skirt three times. What would people who didn't know think? What would people who did know think? I didn't care about any of that. I was only worried about how I would have the courage to face all the terrible things that might happen to me in the future. I thought this night would be a huge turning point in my life, that I would have to live a life controlled by others from now on . But it wasn't. Real turning points aren't that easy, but that's a story for later. I was so tired that I fell asleep without thinking about anything. I don't know how much time passed, but the sun was already high in the sky. I woke up, but I didn't dare move because that stinky man named A-Dong was still asleep, with one arm still draped over me. I was afraid of waking him. I knew that angering my older brother would have serious consequences. I also knew that there was nothing I could do now, I could only wait quietly and endure it silently. But I felt terrible. I needed to pee, I needed to poop, I was hungry and thirsty, some parts of my body were numb, and my nose couldn't take it anymore. Are all men like this? Not only did he smell bad, but the place he lived in also had a constant stench. I was so desperate to pee that I couldn't stand it anymore; my body was even trembling involuntarily. If this continued, I was really going to wet the bed. I'm sorry, I really had no choice, so I mustered up the courage to kick him to wake him up. But I forgot I was still wearing high heels. He hadn't taken my shoes off last night, or rather, he couldn't. My shoes and the key to my chastity belt were at home. That's why I wasn't raped last night. "Who dares to hurt your grandpa?" he suddenly sprang up and shouted. That's just a professional habit, I guess; people like him in the underworld maintain a very high level of alertness. It's just a kick from a beautiful woman like me, it might hurt a little, but it's not worth it. Looking at his silly expression and actions, I couldn't help but laugh. But laughing wasn't quite right; I couldn't laugh freely, nor could I laugh out loud. Even the slight upturn of my lips was hidden by my mask. But inside, I was already laughing heartily. The good times didn't last long. "So it was you, you brat! It's my fault for not satisfying you last night. Well, I'll make it up to you now. Heh...heh...heh..." He started lifting my skirt, a cool sensation spreading through my body. I knew he'd lifted it high, blocking my view. He kept lifting, even pulling my collar over my head. My skirt was off, but because my hands were tied, it just hung on my arms. Then, with practiced ease, he turned on my vibrator. After a night's rest, the vibrator seemed to be working extra hard. My thighs twitched irregularly, whether resisting or accommodating it, I didn't know. I only knew I was feeling a tingling, blissful sensation. "It's not like that! I'm just thirsty, hungry, and need to pee!" A series of whimpering sounds expressed my inner thoughts. His lack of understanding was terrifying; he couldn't even understand what I was saying. He continued to violate me. I shook my head, nodded, and sometimes offered my mouth to him. All I wanted now was for him to let me speak. He disregarded my feelings and ignored my pleas, continuing to caress my breasts with both hands. He removed the nipple clamps and tossed them aside, giving me a brief moment of pleasure. Then he changed his methods, teasing my breasts without any examination or diagnosis, only kneading, pinching, grabbing, squeezing, pressing, and pulling. Having never truly experienced sexual intercourse, how could I, still clinging to a girlish spirit, withstand such teasing? Especially since it was my first time naked in front of a strange man. A strong sense of shame transformed into pleasure, stimulating my nerves. Coupled with the added stimulation of the vibrator, I was instantly enveloped in pleasure. A woman on the verge of orgasm has no willpower. I also felt his erection. "Give me a chance to speak, please. All I want to say is, my lord, I'm so thirsty down there! Come in, come in, I'm yours!" Even if he wouldn't give me a chance to say those words, couldn't he at least be a little more professional in teasing a woman? Finally, under the continued stimulation of pleasure, a stream of urine burst forth from the uncontrollable valve, reaching the vaginal opening and then splitting into two streams that shot out quite far, like those sprinklers in a park. I was helpless; I had actually been teased to the point of urinary incontinence by a strange man, and I couldn't stop. He seemed even more helpless, saying with a wry smile, "You actually peed on my bed right in front of me? You're something else, really something." As he spoke, he didn't forget to hold me tightly to the toilet, making me squat on the floor and continue urinating. He went out to wash up, and I squatted for quite a while before I finally finished urinating. After all this, the fire of desire in both of us had been extinguished quite a bit. Only the vibrator was still working. "Waaah...waaah..." Overwhelmed with shame and fear, I burst into tears, sobbing out all my grievances. He seemed to realize something; he approached me, removed my mask, and then took out the gag. My mouth was finally free. I didn't yell or scream, nor did I mumble incoherent reproaches, because I was in no mood to speak. I just leaned on his shoulder and cried. Although he wasn't a man I could rely on, I was content with just being a person. He didn't do or say anything, letting my tears soak his shoulder. After a long while, I straightened up and said, "Are you even a man? I was hungry, thirsty, and needed to pee, and you still bullied me like that." ............ They say men are animals that think with their lower bodies, and it's true. I noticed that the tent he had tucked away had reopened. I hadn't said anything, had I? What was he thinking? My reserved and shy nature led me to instinctively turn my head away, trying to avoid looking, my face slightly flushed. "Since you've already discovered it, you should at least find a hole for it to crawl into and have some fun." He said, forcefully turning my face towards him. I felt helpless and powerless, and had no choice but to obey.

Then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and waved it in front of me. It was the first time I'd ever seen an adult male's genitals, and I was quite surprised. This was the only thing that defied the laws of materials science—
it could both lengthen and thicken at the same time. The veins were bulging, its appearance grotesque, ugly beyond words, yet incredibly erect—it was practically a steel rod, a veritable villain. I had no right to compare it to other men's; I only knew how mismatched its size was with my small, delicate mouth.
He looked at my mouth, then at his genitals, a lewd grin spreading across his face, his eyes gleaming with lust. Suddenly, I understood. He wanted me to give him oral sex. No way! I couldn't possibly put something so disgusting in my mouth, let alone lick it with my tongue—the thought was unbearable.
"You're dreaming. I won't let your ugly thing in. Even if you manage to force it in, I'll bite it off without mercy. Let's see how you hurt people after that, hehehe." I don't know where he got the courage from. "You've reminded me, I should be wary of women like you who haven't been properly trained yet." "Scared,
huh ? Then just let me go already, I need to go home. Please, please."
" You delivered yourself to my doorstep, you should at least treat me well, don't you think?" "No, no, just let me go, or my parents won't let you off the hook." "Who cares, let my little brother feel good first." "But for safety's sake, I need to put something in your mouth, to ensure you can't damage my little brother." Saying this, he went to a dark corner and started rummaging. I didn't know what he was looking for, but hearing him say it so confidently, I felt a mix of fear and anticipation. Women who like SM are never worried about new tricks, they're just worried about not having new tools. Seeing him bring out a hollow metal ring, quite large in diameter, even bigger than the gag I'd worn before, I knew that once that thing was in my mouth, even if I bit down until my teeth were clean, it wouldn't hurt his penis in the slightest. He grinned wickedly, holding the open metal ring as he walked towards me. "What are you doing? Don't come any closer! That thing is so big, my mouth can't hold it, and it's so dirty. No, I'd rather die than take it." This pervert must not have washed it after the last use, because it still smelled musty. "You're such a nuisance. You're my slave, why do you have so many fancy names?" But he still washed it. After washing it, he returned with a lewd grin, his eyes gleaming with lust. I could find no reason to stop him anymore. "Come on, put this on!" I, who had never seen a male genital organ before, was about to serve it with my mouth. “No, I can’t,” I thought, feeling disgusted just thinking about how men urinate, the bulging veins making them look so menacing. “You have to do it, you’re a slave, you have no choice. Hurry up, your big cock is waiting.” I didn’t say anything, my teeth clenched, my lips tightly shut. I was afraid that if I loosened them, I would never be able to close them again. But, as a woman, never underestimate a man’s methods and violent tendencies towards women. He pinched my nose hard. I held it in and held it in, but how long do you think I could hold it in? A person can never intentionally die from holding it in. Soon I had to open my mouth. He seized the opportunity to insert the opening ring horizontally, and then slowly raised it. “You… ugh… bastard… no… don’t…” I mumbled incoherently, my tongue moving wildly, my mouth forming a big “o” shape, just like the mouth shape my kindergarten teacher taught us to pronounce “o.” I shook my head in resistance, but he fixed the opening device to the back of my head. "A line of white on the road to the blue sky, two lines of clear tears down my face." He gripped his penis with one hand and pressed down on the back of my head with the other, forcibly bringing us closer. Watching us get closer and closer, I cried, cried in despair, cried in anger. I complained about why the Creator was so unfair; love between men and women should be fair, so why were women so passive? Three holes in my body, the only one I could control was my mouth, and my nose was still my obvious weakness. And men, if impotent, even the most violent woman was helpless. So be it, I resigned myself to it. Just as his glans pressed against my throat, my whole body jerked, mainly because his burning hot penis contrasted sharply with the cold iron ring. A moment of disorientation, coupled with the fear of being disciplined for so long, brought a surge of strange pleasure. I thought he would perform oral sex intensely like in an adult film, until he ejaculated into my mouth. But just after his successful deep throat attempt, his phone rang. He reluctantly picked it up; it was his friend and superior in the Saint Hand Gang (a criminal organization), saying the boss had an operation and he needed to go to headquarters immediately. After hanging up, his large penis miraculously softened and shrank. While a man's penis defies the material science principle that it cannot simultaneously increase in size and length, it still conforms to the physical law that there is no perpetual motion machine. His penis slid out of my mouth, and I felt much more relaxed. He seemed to have lost interest; perhaps it was time to go find the boss. Just as he was about to leave, I whimpered, "I'm hungry, I want to eat." Looking at Ling Mengyun, whom he wanted to have sex with but didn't have time for, he said helplessly, "Women are such a hassle." I thought he was referring to me, but he was actually talking about their Saint Hand Gang's boss, Liu Minjuan. Many years ago, when Liu Minjuan was still a student, her beauty led to her being kidnapped by a local gang. For the next six months, she was transformed from a sunny and lovely young woman into a promiscuous woman. It wasn't that she was inherently promiscuous, but rather that she had no choice. She endured daily torture, hunger, whipping, binding, enemas, urinary retention, and candle-dripping torture—all forms of SM. She was sometimes gang-raped, and when her libido was low, she was given aphrodisiacs. She was even forced to work as a prostitute. This ordeal continued until six months later when she was bought by a man nearing sixty. In her new place, she gained considerable freedom and was no longer subjected to constant abuse; she simply worked as a maid. The old man had once had a happy family, but a year prior, his wife and children had died in a car accident while on vacation. The vast Hengfeng Group was now without an heir. Liu Minjuan was grateful to him for helping her escape her suffering, so she cared for him diligently, gradually gaining his trust and becoming his adopted daughter, groomed to be the heir to the Hengfeng Group. With power, things became much easier, and soon the police busted an underground gang that specialized in trafficking women. Later, to protect the company's interests, with her adoptive father's support, she secretly established an organization called the Saint Hand Gang. Any organization that doesn't operate publicly can be called a criminal organization. Generally, Liu Minjuan entrusted the management of this organization to the deputy leader. Regardless of what they did, there was one condition: no kidnapping or abusing women. This became the gang's strictest rule.

Sorry for digressing a bit.
"Yeah, I'm out running errands, you can't just sit around at home, I have to satisfy you properly."
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Then he found a dildo and shoved it into my mouth. I instinctively tried to push it out with my tongue, but he blocked my way with a towel. How disgusting, the plastic dildo even smelled musty, but I couldn't do anything about it. Then he pushed me into the bathroom, grabbed a towel from the wall and covered my eyes. How awful, I'm terrified of the dark. He then took out a rope and tied it to my knees, suspending me from a water pipe in the ceiling. Wearing high heels, I was on one foot and immediately lost my balance. Luckily, he wrapped a thick layer of rope tightly around my arms, eventually leading to another rope tied to the ceiling. This feeling of not being able to see what he was doing, but only being able to feel it, was really unpleasant. Finally, he turned on my vibrator.
"I'm going out now. Take good care of yourself at home. I'll bring you something fun when I come back, and I'll borrow a digital camera to take some pictures for you." Hearing "take pictures," my heart shattered. Even if you forced me to perform oral sex, raped me, whipped me, gave me enemas, etc., those were things that happened, but taking pictures of me is like having leverage over me. If this gets out, how will I face anyone? How will my parents face anyone? Even if it doesn't get out, there are conditions. You men should know better than I do.
"You perverted bastard, you scoundrel, you scum! Let me go! Give me something good to eat and drink!"
"Ah, please turn off the power! I can't take it anymore! My legs are numb! Waaah!"
"Mommy, where are you? Your precious daughter is so hungry!"
"Daddy, come save me!"
Endless thoughts turned into long, drawn-out sobs. Who could understand the emotions behind my sobs? Who could tell what I was saying just by the tone?
He strode away, while I was terrified, praying he was safe or I would starve. Is there really such a difference between men and women?
Women are more sensitive in the dark; no wonder the ancients preferred to do things in complete darkness. Darkness and fear controlled my mind, while the stimulating pleasure dominated my body. My whole body trembled and convulsed uncontrollably. Suddenly, I ejaculated on one leg, experiencing my first climax once again amidst humiliation and fear. Don't be surprised if women can orgasm while being abused or raped; it's always out of necessity. I don't know what will happen afterward; my mind has regressed to the level of thinking I had 15 years ago—a mind filled with desire. In the darkness
, alone, people quietly contemplate life, ideals, and blueprints for a better future, while all I can think about is what to do. Am I, a beautiful girl, supposed to live a life of prostitution, charging only for penetration, not withdrawal, and charging by the amount of ejaculation? Or perhaps I'd have to kneel on the ground in the morning, saying "Good morning, Master," my body bound with ropes and all four feet on the ground, my days filled with blindfolding, tight binding, whipping, candle wax dripping, and needle pricks under the sun, and my nights with urethral plugs, enemas, being hung up, and gagged. How could I possibly accept such a blatant life of sex slavery? I had to do something; I had to escape this den of prisoners. I tried to struggle, to see if I could find a chance, but all I did was struggle, achieving nothing meaningful. I couldn't even struggle meaningfully anymore. If you think I'm incompetent, then try being bound like this yourself. I
couldn't do anything, thinking was useless, so I simply did nothing, thought nothing, and went to sleep.
I endured all the stimulation, closed my eyes (was it necessary to go to such lengths with my eyes covered? Yes, it was necessary; in the darkness, open and closed eyes are completely different sensations), and forced myself to sleep. But do you think I could sleep? My vagina was being stimulated, my anus was tightly locked, my hands were tied behind my back, my right leg was raised high, my left leg was on the ground, my mouth was open and stuffed full, my eyes were blindfolded, I was terrified, my stomach was growling, even defecating was a struggle. If I could fall asleep like this, I would have to give up and faint.
I don't know how long this endless darkness lasted, only that it felt like an eternity.
Thinking of the once noble Ling Mengyun being taken to a remote place by a despicable man, locked in a dilapidated house, and humiliated in a wretched toilet, I was filled with regret. Why did I succumb to loneliness and temptation and engage in this self-imposed bondage? What was supposed to be a two-hour commute home now might take two or two years, I wonder. I'm like a wounded lamb, hiding in a dark cave, trembling and licking my wounded heart. Streams of tears remind me that when the wellspring of life can no longer flow with the clear waters of spirit and freedom, what do I have left? My bound body? Endless pleasure? I think it's just a despairing heart.
In this painful yet pleasurable wait, my whole body experiences countless waves of pleasure, my cheeks flushed with a rosy glow. Whether it's the stimulation or the result of my inability to persevere, my whole body is burning and trembling, drenched in sweat. My legs are numb, and I long to collapse, to drift into a deep sleep, but I don't even have that right. Outside, people come and go, impeccably dressed, while I'm forced to stand naked, like a golden rooster.
Just when I've given up all dignity and feel utterly hopeless, I hear the door open. Thank God, you're back. Only you can save me from this hell. The world is truly strange. He hurt me so badly, and now I have to bless him and thank him.
"Are you back? Hurry up and untie me! I'm so tired, so hungry, I need to pee, I need to poop. Waaah... Can't you hear me?" I heard him drop something and reach the bathroom door.
"Shameless! Why are you looking at me like that? Hurry up and untie me!" He turned on the bathroom light, and I thought he was coming. I made muffled noises, my body swaying in response.
I waited, waiting for him to untie me, but instead, I heard the sound of a camera clicking. The usually gentle click of a shutter click felt like a bolt from the blue, completely stunning me. I don't know how many pictures he took from different angles.
"Women are so beautiful at this time of year," he said, removing my blindfold and then my bra. Then I had his penis in my mouth, nipples covered with rope, a chastity belt on my lower body, and a single glove on my hand. Completely naked, I stood on one leg, drenched in sweat, my body exposed to the camera, my private parts radiating an irresistible allure. I thought, even the photos of Japanese AV actresses aren't as real as mine.
Thinking this, I instinctively turned my face away, not wanting him to photograph my face.
My futile struggle seemed to fuel the conquering desire in that hateful face. He said fiercely, "Turn your face around, let me take a few clear photos of you. If you don't cooperate, I'll leave you hanging like this all night." I was speechless. I was so tired, I couldn't hold on any longer. Faced with his threat, I could only silently endure it. I looked at him unwillingly, my pleading eyes were useless, and I was too lazy to waste my expression.
"Okay, that's it." Seeing me turn my face, he pushed my loose hair behind my ear and began taking nude photos from different angles. If a person's heart can truly break, mine has already shattered into pieces. The thought of these shocking, explicit, and wicked SM nude photos being leaked, especially if my parents saw them, would reduce my life to nothing more than walking with my head down. As I thought about it, two lines of tears flowed involuntarily, wetting my cheeks and arms. It was truly a matter of being forced by life, with no other choice. We were speechless, with only tears streaming down our faces.
"That's enough for now. You're close to your limit, so let's put you down and give you a rest. Otherwise, you won't have the energy to serve me anymore. Haha."
He first untied the rope suspending my right foot. My right foot immediately felt numb. I think the biggest difference between my left and right feet is the completely different feeling now. I didn't dare put my right foot on the ground, so I could only continue to put my left foot on the ground like a cripple. This time, he was quite gentle, supporting my weak right foot and massaging it, trying to get the blood flowing to every part of my foot to return to normal. Then he untied the rope on my arm, and I fell into his arms. He also turned off the vibrator. He helped me sit down on the stool, removed all the equipment from my mouth, and finally I could speak.
With a sob in my voice, I pleaded, "Big brother, please have mercy and let me go. I'm so tired and hungry. I want to go home, otherwise my parents will worry. Just let me go, and I'll give you anything you want. Please!" I knew the hope was slim, but it was the only thing I could think of.
"Haha, let you go? Do you think I'd let you go? How could I bear to part with such a sexy and beautiful sex slave? As long as I'm careful, you won't be able to escape, and no one will have a chance to discover that I'm keeping a mistress. Haha, I can finally live a life of sexual bliss!"
...
At that moment, what could I do but cry? Tell me, what could I do to change this situation?
"I know you haven't eaten all day, so I brought back some good food." He opened the lunchbox, and I was speechless. It was just a big, fat chicken leg and a few greens. I hate big chicken legs more than anything, but I was starving, so what could I complain about? Just as I was about to start eating, I suddenly realized my hands were still bound by my own single glove.
"Aren't you going to untie my hands? How am I supposed to eat?" I complained.
"Do you want me to feed you?" he asked with a lewd grin.
"No way! No way!"
"Then don't eat.
" "You..."
"Okay, I'll stop teasing you. I still have many questions for you. If you answer me obediently, I'll let you eat."
"My name is Chen Dong. What's your name?"
"Ling Mengyun." "
Haha, a little sister Ling fell from the sky, and once she's in my arms, she won't leave."
"..." How could you be so mean?
"So how old are you? You don't look very old."
"16." No unnecessary words, and I didn't dare hide anything from him.
"Sixteen and you already have such a great figure, you're really slutty."
"You're the slut!" I retorted.
"So you're still in school, right? Which school?" He ignored my rebuttal and continued to ask.
"I'm a first-year student at the city's No. 1 High School."
"What happened last night? Were you playing masochistic games alone or with someone?"
Don't ask such direct questions, okay? I'm embarrassed to say. I can't say I played alone, otherwise he'll definitely think I'm slutty, a masochist, and need a sadist to satisfy my masochistic desires. I've got it, I should lie.
"Not alone, I played with my boyfriend. He already knows I'm in trouble and will definitely be looking for me everywhere. It doesn't seem far from here, he'll find me." "
You say you're not slutty, but you think about being tied up and played with by men all day and night. Looks like I'll have to work harder to satisfy your insatiable desires.
" Finally ,
he asked me where I lived. I didn't answer, but his reply left me speechless.
"It's okay if you don't tell me. You'll be living here from now on. I might move to a more secluded place later, hehe."
Seemingly having nothing more to ask, he freed my hands from his single glove and took off the black dress I hadn't been able to remove because my hands were bound, tossing it aside. However, he only freed my right hand; my left hand was bent and bound behind my back. He then tightly bound my chest to the back of the chair, the knot tied underneath. He then secured my feet to the chair legs, seemingly eliminating any possibility of escape. He then went to the bathroom to shower.
It was the first time in my life I'd been naked and bound while eating, and I was eating chicken legs—the very thing I hated most—yet strangely, it was also the most delicious meal I'd ever had. I finally understand what it means to be so hungry you won't be picky about food.
After I finished eating, feeling very uncomfortable using only my right hand, Chen Dong came out after showering. Shameless! He was only wearing his underwear. Looking at his bulging crotch, I knew he was definitely erect. "When you're full and warm, you think of sex," this saying applies to women too. I teased, "You're really shameless, even taking a shower and then masturbating. Men really do masturbate every time they shower, huh?" "
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"Are you kidding me? How dare you laugh at me? I'll show you what shamelessness really means." Chen Dong said with a lewd grin.
"I wouldn't dare, bro, I was just joking!" Hearing his words, I got a little scared. But he didn't seem to be joking. Looking at that throbbing penis even inside his underwear, I felt a chill run down my spine.
"You're just bored and have nothing better to do than tease me, but my little brother is still thirsty," he said, unabashedly pulling down his underwear in front of me, revealing his most precious yet ugliest genitals. Looking at this seemingly iron-hard penis for the second time, I felt a strange mix of emotions. A man's genitals are meant to fill a woman's empty vagina (if every woman thought that way, men would have plenty to fuck). My lower body itched, a tingling emptiness seemed to be telling me to let it in. But I knew it couldn't possibly go in.
"You bastard pervert, you don't want me to give you oral sex again, do you?"
"Yeah, you guessed right."
"Any normal person could figure that out with their ass, but please, please don't do that to me, okay? Just thinking about it makes me nauseous. Anyway, with the chastity belt, you can't really rape me, so just let me go. I really want to go home and poop." I didn't expect to reform him; I was just symbolically expressing the pure, innocent feelings deep within me.
“I’m afraid not, it’s getting late. I’ll let you rest when you let me cum.”
He said, grasping his erect penis and aiming it at my mouth.
“Please don’t do this. I can’t take it.”
He ignored me and continued to bring a stick closer to a hole. Just as I was preparing to silently accept it, I heard a knock on the door. Hearing someone arrive, he didn’t open the door, but hurriedly opened the black cloth bag on the bed—this must have been what he left behind when he came in. I looked at it and was speechless; it was full of torture instruments.
No way, has Chen Dong lost his mind? Someone's here and he doesn't open the door, instead he's trying to torture me. I'm terrified. All signs point to the person outside being Chen Dong's accomplice, and they might even share the same tastes. Waaah, why am I so unlucky? One person is already overwhelming, and now there's an accomplice! Am I really doomed?
"Knock knock knock, Xiao Dong, are you home? Come open the door!"
He ignored me. While I was thinking, he put a bra on me, a strapless one, with two steel nipples. They were round and full, but a little small. The two nipples were connected by a steel chain, and the cleavage had a lock-like structure, like a farmhouse lock, which was then locked in place. He also put an exquisite iron chain collar around my neck, thankfully it looked like a necklace. Another chain connected from my neck to my cleavage, tightly taut and locked together with the bra. Not only that, he forcibly put a metal gag on me, locked it behind my head, and then picked me up and hid me in the closet. Ugh, my little mouth lost its brief freedom again. I was practically crying inside. These gags were much heavier than rubber ones; the cold metal objects pressed against my flesh felt especially desolate. My teeth and tongue were practically useless. However, the intense pressure made me unconsciously excited. Did I really love SM that much? The more I was humiliated and abused, the more excited I became.
"What are you doing, little Dongzi? I've been calling you for ages." His words were calm, but they made me feel a bit relieved; at least I knew they weren't a group that had planned this.
"Hehe, I was just in the bathroom, Brother Wei. Did you need something so late?" He grinned, clearly a sycophant.
"Boss Liu said there was a slight mishap today, and he wants me to personally inform the people who were on the operation to be careful and discreet for a while to prevent retaliation."
"Ah, what happened? It was going pretty smoothly."
"I don't know the specifics, but the boss is always right."
"Okay, I'll be careful lately."
"Then I'll be going!"
I didn't know what they were talking about, nor did I want to. I was just thinking that this might be the only way to save me, and I couldn't let it go to waste. So, without thinking of the consequences, I bumped my head against the wardrobe, making a loud thud.
"What was that sound?"
"Nothing, Brother Wei, you must have misheard."
"???????"
I quickly bumped my head again to show my presence.
"You're acting crazy today, you must have done something bad." I heard footsteps approaching, so I pretended to be pitiful, with tears streaming down my face.
He opened the wardrobe, saw my pitiful, pained, and helpless appearance, and felt a surge of anger.

"Xiao Dong, this is your masterpiece! The woman you found is really good!"
"Yes, she is indeed very good,"
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