Self-harming girl (please rate)

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I quite enjoy self-harm, but the pain always outweighs the pleasure. Friends inviting me out is the perfect opportunity; after all, you can't exactly use torture devices in public, right? So, before one of my friends came over, I started getting ready. I didn't have the money to buy expensive torture devices, so I had to make my own. First, I prepared my genitals. I applied a layer of oil to a rubber rod of moderate thickness and then slowly inserted it into my urethra. This rod was an accessory from my sister's toy set. I found its moderate thickness, smooth surface, and slight friction to be very appealing, so I immediately took it.

The rod wasn't very thin; inserting it directly into the urethra would be fatal, so I applied a layer of sesame oil before slowly inserting it. After fully inserting it, the tip seemed to just reach the bladder. Then, I sealed the urethral opening with sturdy medical waterproof tape, and urination stopped. Next, I inserted a ping-pong ball into my anus. It was very light and easy to insert, and large enough for my anus. It still took some effort to get it in, but with a little force, it went quite deep. I slowly inserted six balls. After that, my anus closed with difficulty, and I covered it with a large piece of adhesive tape. I don't usually torture my vagina, and fearing that it might become too loose and my future husband wouldn't like it, I simply rolled up a thin sanitary napkin and inserted it to absorb vaginal fluid. I don't like my crotch being too wet. Then, to ensure that nothing from my urethra and anus could come out, I first wrapped myself in plastic wrap with a pair of tight underwear, then reinforced it with wide tape. When wrapping the tape, I deliberately wrapped it vertically several times around the crotch area. After finishing, I went to the toilet to test it; there was absolutely no possibility of excretion. Then, I put on a pair of long latex gloves with the hand sections cut off on each leg. Why long gloves? Because they are tight enough and provide enough stimulation. The gloves were long; with some effort, I stretched them from my ankles to my upper thighs. After that, I put on a pair of slim-fit black jeans and sneakers, and my lower body was done. For my upper body, I first tied a rope garment with a thin hemp rope. The garment had two large diamond-shaped rope nets tightly binding my breasts, and two horizontal ropes clamped my nipples, pressing them deeply into my breast flesh. My nipples hardened quickly from the pressure. At the bottom of the garment, another rope stretched vertically into my groin, so that any movement would stimulate my body, especially my nipples and groin. Next, I wrapped it tightly with plastic wrap and tape, making it look like a swimsuit. Not satisfied, I then used tape to wrap from my groin to my shoulders in a deep V-shape, and then horizontally around my waist to create an even slimmer waist. My skin was now in complete contact with the rope. However, this made my breasts look much smaller. Girls are still concerned about their appearance, so when wrapping the plastic wrap, I also wrapped several pairs of socks inside. This way, my breasts would be compressed more firmly, and I could still wear a normal-sized bra. After finishing my makeup and admiring myself in the mirror, the doorbell rang. Sure enough, it was my friend, so we went out.
We walked onto the street, and the August sun was blazing. At first, it was quite enjoyable, especially with my breasts being stretched taut, my nipples hard and constantly being stimulated by the tight hemp rope. The tight wrapping of my lower body even gave me a sense of security, at least I didn't have to look for a toilet everywhere. However, as time went on, the enjoyment was gradually diminished. My nipples, hardened and engorged from the hemp rope, became very sensitive and were almost unable to withstand the friction of the rope and started to hurt. With every step, the rope would twist and tug at my nipples, causing me to sweat profusely and constantly wipe them with tissues. My bladder felt increasingly full. In the summer, you inevitably drink water and eat ice cream while shopping. My friend went to the toilet several times, but I couldn't urinate. She found it strange, but I could only say that I really didn't need to. Later... Even my nipples started bothering me. I hadn't had a bowel movement yesterday, and today, after stuffing in a few ping-pong balls, they were almost full. I figured since overnight stools are usually hard, I wouldn't have to worry about leaks, so I held it in. But then I realized that exercise speeds up my metabolism, and I started to regret it. But thinking about it, it's a problem I can't solve, so I decided to ignore it. I muttered to myself, "Nipple, you've got the guts to break the rope!" It silently lost sensation and stopped bothering me. My bladder felt the urge to pee, but even with effort, not a drop came out; it just sat there, helplessly full. Suddenly, I realized how relaxing and pleasant it was to not have to strain and still feel the fullness. And you! My anus! Okay, I really shouldn't have said that...
My friend loves shopping. Even though we're both poor students, she still goes from one store to another, shopping until... Around noon, she suggested grabbing something to eat before continuing our shopping. Feeling the burden on my shoulders begin to wane, and already feeling relaxed, I readily agreed. We ate some barbecue and flatbread at a street stall, and each bought a pink drink. After resting for a while and getting back into shopping mode, I suddenly felt a sharp cramp in my stomach. Oh no, it felt like I was going to have diarrhea! I instantly felt the urge to run to the toilet, but then I realized I couldn't. It felt like the sky was falling! My friend reacted quickly too, yelling that the food must be unclean. Seeing my pale face, she quickly pulled me to find a toilet. In the toilet, I squatted on the stall, my stomach churning with pain, while the woman next to me was having a brisk, satisfying bowel movement. I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. I wanted to tear off the tape binding my pants and... I wanted to relieve myself, but my body was so well-covered that I had no idea how to relieve myself. I was afraid that if I moved too much, she would find out and laugh at me, which would be disastrous. I could only helplessly squat there, trying to create the illusion of needing to defecate, until she knocked on my door. It seemed I had been squatting there for quite a while; although my intestines were still desperately cramping, they were gradually becoming numb. I calmed myself down and decisively pulled up my pants. But how was I going to get through this afternoon? She saw me and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, you look terrible! Should we go to the hospital or go home?" Home! I immediately found a way out! Yes, I had to go home. I ate something disgusting and I'm in such a bad state that I can't go shopping. You're in the same boat, right? She said she was fine and would take me home, so without further ado, she took me home.
When I got home, I lay down on the bed fully clothed and pretended to fall asleep quickly so she could leave sooner. She noticed I wasn't feeling well and didn't seem to care much, but she didn't leave! She actually started watching TV in the living room! I froze for a moment, then finally couldn't help but get up and go to the living room to ask her why she wasn't leaving. She said she was worried about me. I immediately tried to cheer myself up and said it was okay, I could stay here by myself, but she didn't seem to want to leave. I couldn't force my good friend to leave, so I forced myself to watch TV and chat with her, even though I was in a terrible stomachache and looked pale. I kept washing my face and getting ready, so I could only manage a few words to keep up. Finally, my friend left. I looked at the time and it was already past four in the afternoon. I quickly went to the bathroom and took off my clothes. There wasn't a single foreign object or sweat leaking out. The agonizing scissors took me a long time to find. Just as I was about to cut the tape on my clothes, I suddenly stopped. It was such a waste of time and materials to complete such perfect multi-layered packaging! So what if I endured it for just one more minute? A minute passed, and I was still just as uncomfortable, but nothing worse had happened. Suddenly, the power of my life was back in my own hands, and I suddenly didn't want to let myself off the hook like this. I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at my own thought. Still wearing the rope suit, tape, and plastic wrap, I calmly sat on the toilet, starting to mock my anus. Want to cure diarrhea? Plug your anus! Besides, go ahead and poop if you want, I won't stop you. Let it all come on stronger! My bladder felt so full, it seemed like urine was leaking from the gap in my urethra plugged with the rubber rod, so I dared not push any harder. Finally, nothing smelled good. After a few more pushes, my anus pushed the rope through my buttocks down a little more. The entire rope suit seemed to have shifted downwards a bit. I had to admire how powerful it was; if it were just plastic wrap and tape, it probably wouldn't have been able to control it. After sweating profusely and calming myself for a long time, nothing happened in the end. So, after sitting for a while, I just crawled into bed and went to sleep! I thought I could hold out until nightfall, or even sleep until tomorrow morning. Then, a full bowel movement would be incredibly satisfying, after all, that's the pleasure of an enema – the ultimate silence followed by the ultimate explosion. But of course, I couldn't sleep, and I wasn't that resilient. The excruciating pain of diarrhea finally forced me to cut open the duct tape, the rope digging into my buttocks, and the duct tape-covered underwear. Touching my anus through the waterproof tape, I felt it burning hot, twitching and trembling, ready to erupt at any moment. Urine was already leaking from my urethra. First, a small bulge appeared on the waterproof tape covering the urethral opening. I squeezed the bulge to try and push it back in, but it was pushed to the edge of the tape and finally leaked liquid. Applying more pressure to my bladder, more liquid dripped from the opening at the edge of the tape. So, without tearing off the tape, I touched my anus through it and went back to the toilet. The sanitary napkin was already soaked with vaginal fluid, so I decided to pull it out of my vagina and let it flow freely. Initially, before my anus opened, the tape was being pulled laterally, causing it to hold for a long time. But as my anus gradually swelled, the tape struggled to hold the first ping-pong ball free. I had to press it down with my fingers to help it escape. Slowly, half of the ball came out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Only a tiny bit had been expelled. The cramps in my stomach seemed much less intense. Was it just psychological? "Make you feel better!" I thought, steeling myself, and pressed the ping-pong ball back through the tape. Immediately, I burst into tears~~o(>_< )o~~. The feeling is hard to describe; it's all tears. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt nauseous. Driven by this, my fingers went limp, and my anus unconsciously exerted force again. Soon, two ping-pong balls broke through the tape and bounced out. Only then did I snap back to reality, quickly retracting the tape and pressing it back down with my hand. At that moment, I thought it would be amazing if there was a handsome S. Blindfolded me, tightly bound, and then his strong fingers would push the ping-pong ball inside my anus deep, then release and push it back in. Or, if he was skilled enough, anal sex would be fine too. But I really couldn't bear to torture myself like that; it would make me seem inhuman... I sat on the toilet rim with my buttocks raised, letting the cool ceramic surface suppress my desire. I cut off the tape and plastic wrap from my breasts, revealing my nipples, which had been squeezed flat at the base and were almost numb. After removing the pressure, I rubbed my breasts and nipples, and with the stimulation of the rope, they gradually stood up and regained sensation. But unfortunately, this sensation was not pleasurable but rather a irritating pain. I then cut off the tape from my waistband, and my stomach visibly swelled up. My intestines quickly felt much better; aside from the spasms from diarrhea, the urge to defecate didn't seem as strong anymore. After all, it hadn't been two days since I last had a bowel movement, so I figured I'd save it for tomorrow. But my waist looked so thick now. Thinking this, I did some quick work on my genitals, tearing off the worn-out tape covering my anus and replacing it with a few new sheets. Forcing my bladder to hold until tomorrow was impossible; the fluid was really unruly, leaking non-stop since earlier. Could someone give me a completely reliable catheter? For now, I could only tear off the tape and use the strength of my bladder to push the rubber rod out along with the constantly leaking urine. It hurt a little, but it also felt quite good. Then I took off the rope garment that had been tormenting my upper body all day and used a piece of rope to make a tight enough thong. The thong consisted of a rope that tightened around my waist and a rope that ran vertically from the center of my vulva into my pubic area, locking my anus and pulling out from my buttocks. It both compressed my abdomen to appropriately increase the urge to defecate and firmly locked in the urge, killing two birds with one stone. Finally, I put on a pair of underwear to cover the rope and prevent my genital fluids from staining the sheets, then lay on the bed, rolled around a bit, stretched, and prepared to sleep. The rope around my waist and the rope that runs vertically from the center of my vulva into my groin to lock my anus and pull out from my buttocks both compress my abdomen to appropriately increase the urge to defecate and firmly lock the urge to defecate—truly killing two birds with one stone. Finally, I put on a pair of underwear to cover the rope and prevent the fluid from my vulva from soiling the sheets, then lay on the bed, rolled around a bit, stretched, and prepared to go to sleep.

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