My SM Experience

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I'm 22 years old and work as a secretary at a computer company. As for my looks, I know men
would rate me between 80 and 90.

I recently broke up with my boyfriend of two years because I felt he was too effeminate. After a while, being with him
stopped exciting me. He wanted me to make all the decisions. At first, it felt good;
he loved me so much and listened to everything I said. But as time went on, I found he was sometimes even more effeminate than me. I wanted
someone like an older brother—strong, capable, and able to protect me. I didn't want a little sister. So we broke up
. I was quite depressed after the breakup, but now I'm better. Work is busy, and without that worry, I feel
much more .

Today is Friday. After finishing my work, I can enjoy a week's vacation granted by my boss—perfect!
To avoid causing trouble for the company, I did a lot of extra work, finishing
around 10 pm.

On my way home, I was so immersed in the joy of tomorrow's vacation that I didn't notice anything around me.

Suddenly, someone rushed out from behind, grabbed me around the waist, and pushed me to the ground. I
was terrified; my mind went blank, and I forgot to resist. The person pinning me down forcefully
twisted my arms behind my back, and I felt him tying my wrists with something. Only then did I think to struggle.
I tried to twist my body, but the person sat on my buttocks, easily stopping my struggle. As I
tried to scream, a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of me—it was another person. He squatted down, reached out and lifted
my chin, pinching my cheeks with his fingers. It hurt so much! I had to open my mouth, and he stuffed a wad of cloth into
it, then tied a cloth strip between my teeth and behind my head. I could only whimper,
the sounds so distant and powerless through the cloth. Then a black cloth was put over my head, and I couldn't see anything anymore
. Oh God, someone save me! The person sitting on me had already bound my hands tightly. He then
sat on my lap, binding my ankles together. I felt a force pulling my hands and
feet together; the bound areas were both painful and numb. I was powerless to resist and could only go with the flow.
I clearly felt my hands touch my feet, then be firmly secured by ropes. I felt like
a shrimp curled up backwards, lying helplessly on the ground, at their mercy.

After a while, I heard a car stop beside me. Someone picked me up and placed me in the car. I
couldn't hear anyone speaking, only the sound of the car starting. The person who carried me laid me across his lap
and kept reaching his hands to my sensitive areas. I tried to twist my body to escape, but how could I get far? He
would sometimes put his hands inside my shirt, kneading my breasts, and sometimes inside my skirt, touching my genitals
. I was panting heavily, filled with both hatred and fear.

The car drove around for a while before finally stopping. Two men carried me for a distance, then
put me down. The cloth covering my head was removed, and the bright lights made it difficult to see anything. After a while, I
finally saw the two men squatting in front of me. One was taller, the other shorter.
Both wore masks made of women's pantyhose, only their eyes and mouths were visible, so
I couldn't . The taller man waved a knife in front of me. I was terrified, afraid they were about to kill
me. The taller man said, "Miss, do you know why we're wearing masks? Because we don't want to kill
you. As long as you cooperate and listen to us, we'll let you go when we're done. Nod if you understand." He
seemed to know what I was thinking, and my fear lessened somewhat. "As the saying goes, it's better to live a miserable life than to
die. I'm only twenty-two, my good days are just beginning, I don't want to die like this." So I nodded with difficulty
. The shorter man untied the ropes binding my hands and feet, which finally made me feel a bit more comfortable. I stretched
my back and pulled my legs in front of me. The shorter man pulled down the zipper of my skirt and easily took it off,
while the taller man slapped a knife against my face and said, "Cooperate, understand?" I thought, "I'm lucky to be alive.
It seems I can't avoid being raped. In this situation, tied up like this, there's no point in resisting. Anyway, I'm not
a virgin. It's just like that, right? I'll grit my teeth and bear it." So I nodded.

The shorter man pulled my underwear and pantyhose down to my ankles. Then, he untied the ropes binding my feet.
I really wanted to kick him, but I didn't dare. He took
off . Now my lower body was naked. The taller man helped me up and led me to a small table, which
was slightly lower than my thighs. Some, about half a meter wide and a meter long. The tall one sat on the table, wrapped his legs around my
waist, and began to unbutton my shirt. The shorter one squatted behind me, took a
wooden stick about forty centimeters long, stood it upright behind my knees, and then tied knots with rope around my thighs and calves, tightly
binding the stick behind my legs. After both legs were treated this way, I found that I could no longer bend my knees and could only
stand straight.

Then the shorter one spread my legs apart and tied my ankles to the legs on either side of the table. At this time, the tall
one had already unbuttoned my shirt, and the shorter one untied the rope binding my hands. "Ugh, my hands are numb from being tied up
..." The tall one didn't give me time to think and commanded, "Take off your shirt and bra." My legs and
waist were under their control, and there was a gleaming sharp knife in front of me. Any resistance was impossible. I obediently
took off my shirt, but taking off my bra in front of strangers was really embarrassing. "Snap." "I
was hit , and startled, I quickly reached behind my back, unhooked the bra, and took it off my shoulders. My full
breasts were now exposed to him. I suddenly realized I was completely naked… The short man didn't give me
any time to cover myself; he immediately twisted my hands behind my back and said, 'Left hand on your right arm,
right hand on your arm.' I had no choice but to do as he instructed.

I felt him tie my folded forearms together with a rope, then another rope wrapped around each
arm twice. Then the short man began to tighten the rope between my arms, pulling my arms
closer together and my shoulders back to their limit. He tied a knot behind my back to secure it, then wrapped the remaining
rope around my already bound arms. He then pulled the rope upwards, and when he saw the rope I was pulling…"
As I leaned forward, one hand held the rope behind my back, while the other wrapped it around my neck,
then back behind me. He pulled the rope down, shortening it as much as possible, and finally tied it to another
rope behind me. My arms were hanging behind me like this. I didn't know what kind of binding this was, or why it had to be
so complicated. I just felt it was much more uncomfortable than just binding my wrists.

The places the rope passed through were painful, sore, and numb. What was even more annoying was that the rope around my neck made it difficult to breathe,
and even swallowing hurt. To relieve the pressure on my neck, I had to try my best to tilt my head back, and to
relieve the pain of my shoulders being pulled back, I also had to push my chest forward. Looking straight ahead with my chest out
was the perfect way to look at me right now. You know what? Actually, what women are most afraid of being seen by others is not their lower body,
but their breasts. It's simple, because they're close to the face. But now, not only could I not hide my breasts,
but I also had to try my best to stick them out and show them to the man in front of me as much as possible. I saw the big man's eyes fixed on my
chest, his eyeballs practically popping out. The humiliation and anger I felt were indescribable.

Finally, his gaze shifted to my face. He reached out and untied the gag from my mouth, removing
the wad of cloth stuffed inside. Finally, I could breathe freely again. Just as I was about to beg him to let me go, he
made a shushing gesture with a knife over my mouth, making me swallow my words in fear. He then took a strange
object from his pocket, a ring in the middle with leather straps on either side. He ordered me to open my mouth, and I had no choice but to obey.
He shoved the ring flat into my mouth, wrapping the straps around my head. As the straps tightened, the ring inside my mouth gradually stood upright
. Although covered in leather, it was still very hard, pressing painfully against my upper jaw. I had no choice but to
open my mouth to its upright angle. By the time he fastened the straps, the damned ring was completely upright, and my mouth was
stretched to its maximum opening. He then took a rope. "Oh my god, they seem to really
enjoy tying women up. This is endless! I'm already tied up so badly I can't move anymore. I can't resist!
Just let me go after you're done raping me!" I screamed inwardly. He wrapped the rope across my breasts, around
my back, crossed it, and then around my chest, this time tying it under my breasts. After tightening the rope, he tied a knot,
then threaded one end through my cleavage and fastened it to the rope across my breasts. My chest was already as
pert as it could possibly be, and the pressure of the two ropes pushed my breasts out even further.
Suddenly , I felt my breasts were much larger than usual. I never imagined my breasts would become so big.
"If I walked outside, I'd definitely be a heartbreaker for men. Damn it, why would I
think of ?" The big guy jumped off the table, and the small guy pushed me down onto it from behind. The big guy moved
my shoulders to adjust my position, so that my breasts were hanging off the edge of the table. He
handed the remaining rope from under the table to the shorter man, who took it, wrapped it around my waist, pulled it down hard, and
tied it under the table. My abdomen was now completely pressed against the table, and I couldn't move anymore. Only then did I
understand why they had tied wooden sticks behind my legs. The table was lower than my spread thighs, and because
I couldn't bend my knees and my abdomen was pressed against the table, my buttocks were sticking up high. I could clearly feel my lower body
completely exposed to the air, and my spread legs had also spread my labia apart. I could feel
waves of cold air passing over my lower body. I felt like a female dog (how awful) waiting to mate.
The worst part was that in this most humiliating position for a woman, I actually started to feel a
strange pleasure. I began to look forward to their further abuse. I really didn't understand what was wrong with me.

The tall man placed a water glass in front of me, right in front of my mouth. I looked at
the . "Give me some water? Doesn't seem like it..." They started surrounding me, commenting, as if to
say I was pretty hot. Suddenly the shorter guy left. When he came back, he squatted behind me, grabbed my feet, and said,
"What are you doing? Oh my god, he's putting on my shoes, the high heels I just took off." The heels were at least
five centimeters high. After putting them on, my heels left the ground, and I was standing on tiptoe—no, I should say
lying on . The high heels had become a torture device, forcing my buttocks higher into the air. I felt
my entire lower body struggling to break free, my waist feeling like it was about to snap. "Oh my god, I'll never wear high heels again
!" I almost cried. At that moment, I no longer had the strength to support my head, and I
slumped . Ah. I understood the purpose of the water glass in front of me. The ring in my mouth stubbornly remained erect, forcing me
to keep my mouth wide open. This rendered my oral cavity completely immobile, making swallowing impossible.
Saliva production seemed many times greater than usual,
flowing down my lips and tongue, forming two glistening lines on my upper and lower lips, stretching into long threads, dripping
into the cup. These two must do this often; they were fully prepared. Honestly, this was something I
had never experienced before, something I had never even imagined. Although I felt incredibly humiliated, I was
increasingly aroused.

The shorter man began to caress my entire body, from my back down to my buttocks, then my thighs and calves. My
skin trembled with his touch, and the areas bound by the ropes began to ache, turning into a tingling itch that seeped
into my heart and spread throughout my body. Instinctively, I tried to twist my body, but the ropes
prevented this . A tremendous turmoil then began to gather in my lower body. The shorter man suddenly said, "Miss, you're very
pretty, and you have a great sex drive. Look, I've only been at it a couple of times, and your nectar is already flowing." Hearing his words,
a surge of heat rushed to my head. It was true; although I couldn't see, I could clearly feel my
genitals secreting, flowing, and dripping, like a mouth. "How can I feel
sexual desire ? No, I haven't even been raped yet. What's wrong with me? When did I get such a strong sexual urge?
God, I don't want this. It doesn't make sense." Just as I was lost in thought,
something slid up and down my vulva. Based on past experience, I knew it was the shorter man
licking my genitals with his tongue. Ah, it felt so good! My whole body trembled immediately. I wanted this feeling. I desperately
clenched my buttocks, hoping to grab his tongue and keep it there forever. The taller man stripped naked in front of me.
Before me was a thick penis. To be honest, my boyfriend's penis couldn't compare. He
reached out and kneaded my swollen breasts, occasionally pinching my erect nipples. Actually
, I had already aroused during the short man's thrusts from behind, and now I was in the excited stage. I began to anticipate being raped. I knew
my vaginal opening was open because a cool breeze was seeping into my body through it. I
breathed heavily, moaning in my throat to express my excitement. I heard the short man shout from behind, "Your clitoris
is coming out, great, you're so horny!" To be honest, I particularly dislike being called a slut; it's
so insulting. But at that moment, I felt really good. The short man attacked my clitoris,
rubbing, licking, rotating, and thrusting with his tongue, blowing and sucking with his mouth.

At that moment, I cried out like a female cat in heat, swaying my hips up and down and side to side
to match the short man's tongue. "Faster, faster, I'm coming, I'm coming, ah..." I
shouted . Finally, it felt like an atomic bomb had exploded on my clitoris, turning it incredibly hot. Then,
like , the heat quickly swept through my entire body. Ah, I screamed! It was so stimulating! If it weren't for the annoying
ring in my mouth, making my voice sound like a distant cat's meow, many people would have heard it. Truly, this was
the only regret of my orgasm, because I couldn't release my satisfaction in any other way.

The short man stood up, and then, something round pressed against the entrance of my vagina. "It's coming, it's
finally coming, I'm about to be raped, come on! Hurry up." My body was already prepared to be raped; truly,
no matter how he raped me, I was willing. My brain had completely lost its resistance; the needs of my body became paramount
. His glans squeezed in—oh, it was so big! I could feel my vaginal opening being stretched open, the tightest part being
stretched sore and numb. The feeling was so intense, so incredibly pleasurable. This is the first time I've had such a thick penis enter my body.
I'm not afraid of being laughed at, but before this, I didn't know that men could be big or small. My boyfriend could also bring me satisfaction,
so I thought he was the best. I never expected that he was short, but his penis was so thick and big. But the short guy
was naughty only moved his glans in and out of my vagina, repeatedly but never going deep, leaving me feeling incredibly empty inside.
I clenched my vagina tightly to express my dissatisfaction, and the short guy laughed, patting my buttocks and saying, "Little sister,
can't wait? Squeeze me a few more times." When I clenched again, he suddenly thrust in without warning.
My vagina was already very wet, and I couldn't hold on to him at all. His glans kept hitting my cervix
, and my vagina was completely filled. That feeling of being filled was wonderful; I trembled with excitement and
let out a satisfied scream. The short guy began to thrust long and powerfully, and my vagina tightly enveloped
his penis. With each wave of attack, I was quickly brought to the peak of pleasure again. I could clearly feel
the throbbing in my lower abdomen and lower body, and a wave of heat surged from deep within my vagina, spreading to every part of my body. This orgasm was much stronger than the previous one
. I felt as if my whole body had been reassembled. The shorter man stopped, as if
waiting for me to subside.

The taller man lifted my chin, his engorged penis pointing straight at my lips like a machine gun. I had
experience with oral sex before, but I was always in control; I wouldn't let my boyfriend's penis go too deep. But now, all
control was in the taller man's hands. Unlike the shorter man, he went straight in the first time. To be honest, when he first
entered my mouth, the hot penis touching my cold lips felt strange. But he went through
the rings, pushing further in until the head of his penis reached the back of my throat, and I couldn't take it anymore. And he, he'd only gone
halfway. The ropes binding me tightly to the table prevented me from moving away. The damned ring in my mouth
prevented me from biting him. His penis plunged deep into my throat, and I felt his pubic hair touch my
nose. Then, my lips pressed against his body. Ugh, my stomach churned.
Just before I was about to vomit, he pulled out. I gasped for breath, cursing
the inventor of that ring. It not only prevented me from screaming freely but also turned my mouth into a
helpless vagina. The big guy commanded, "Your oral sex skills aren't very good. Hurry up and use your tongue to
serve me, or I'll go a few more deep thrusts." I could only try my best to circle his glans with my tongue, hoping
he would have pity on me.

The little guy behind me started thrusting again. My dissipated lust began to resurface. I tried to adjust the angle of my head
to accommodate the penis in my mouth. Slowly, as it went deeper, I didn't feel so nauseous anymore. The two of them worked together,
going in and out together, occupying both my mouths. I began to lose my way. The power of lust
overwhelmed everything. I felt satisfied when they entered, and empty when they left.
I had enjoyed sex with my boyfriend before, but these two gave me a completely new experience. Making love in this way—
no, it was rape—shocked my body. I trembled and went crazy under their control. My
body became increasingly sensitive, endless orgasms shattering me again and again, only to
regenerate me once more.

My whole body was covered in sweat. The love fluid secreted from my lower body flowed down my thighs and into my shoes,
and saliva dripped from my mouth onto my chest. The short man behind me began to breathe rapidly. His thrusts became short and rapid.
Suddenly , he rammed into me with all his might,
his thick glans pressing hard against my cervix. A hot gush of semen shot out, hitting my slightly open cervix. Unlike the previous orgasms, this time my uterus exploded.
I trembled all over, my vagina gripping his penis tightly, as if trying to drain him dry. The large man in front of me
quickened his pace, thrusting deep into my throat. At this point, I could barely breathe, in a semi-suffocated
state. The urge to vomit disappeared, and my oxygen-deprived brain began to hallucinate. Pleasure even began to occur in my mouth
, and finally, a thick liquid shot out, the hot semen burning my esophagus. I had never swallowed
semen before; the taste was strange, completely different from the salty liquid secreted from the glans penis at the beginning —quite
unpalatable. But he didn't leave me, so I had to tilt my head back and struggle to swallow the semen little by little.
Finally, they both left my body satisfied, and I entered a state of exhaustion—
a natural reaction after extreme excitement. I vaguely saw them share the cup of saliva that had flowed from my mouth
, praising how delicious it tasted.

After what seemed like an eternity, they began to untie my restraints, removing the irritating gag. As I was
helped to stand, air was expelled from my vagina with a sound like farting,
and the short man's semen gushed out in a gushe. I suddenly felt incredibly shy, blushing and lowering my head. I knew I must
have looked beautiful , so much so that they both exclaimed in unison in admiration. They gently carried me into the bathroom, as
I was too weak to walk. They placed me on a bed, washed my entire body with warm water, and
massaged the areas bound by the ropes, where red marks remained. Finally, they dried me off, carried me to
the bed in the bedroom, and embraced me. I curled up in their arms like a child, sobbing softly
. The two men began to tell me that they had been watching me for some time. Because of my beauty, they
didn't want to harm me, but they were determined to possess me. They said that to avoid putting themselves in danger, they always wore
masks so that I wouldn't be able to call the police because I didn't know what they looked like. Honestly, I
was grateful to them. Otherwise, they could have easily raped and murdered me. They kept pantyhose over
my head the whole time; it must have been incredibly uncomfortable. I even got hot wearing them for a while. They asked me if
I felt , if I was satisfied during sex. I struggled internally, but ultimately, physical
sensations prevailed. I confessed to them that this was something I'd never experienced before. I was terrified at first, but then
it felt good.

But I was still puzzled by their actions. They told me this was a popular form of
sex , something called SM or bondage. They explained that women have a deep-seated
desire to be raped, and when they are in this state of extreme passivity, their physical potential is unleashed, allowing them to fully immerse themselves
in sex and achieve orgasms unattainable through normal intercourse. Truly, I understood. When my fear
turned to resignation, when my freedom turned to confinement, my senses, which had been constantly searching, became
focused. Completely focused on the theme of sex, I no longer felt ashamed of my changes; I
had simply reached another level—a level an ordinary girl would never know.

The two men actually begged me to stay and play again. Although I was still unwilling, I dared not resist
too much , lest they turn on me and I still wouldn't be able to escape. I told them I was too tired today and needed to rest;
could I do it tomorrow?

They agreed, but wanted to do the binding again, calling it "training."

First, they bound my breasts. They made me raise my hands, binding them similarly to before, except
they added two more rope knots under my armpits to connect the upper and lower ropes together. It looked a bit like a bra without a fabric cover. They
told me this would make a woman's breasts fuller and firmer. Although it hurt a bit, it was simple, practical,
and very effective. Of course, there were many other methods, but they were afraid I couldn't handle them, so they wouldn't use them today. After binding
my breasts, my hands were gathered behind my back. They first used a rope to tightly bind my elbows together,
then my wrists. I felt as if I only had one arm attached to my back. Next, they
tied a rope around my waist and started tying knots on the remaining rope, spacing them two centimeters apart,
several times in total. "Strange work," I asked them why. They only told me it was
a tool to arouse me. I said, "Ugh, don't use that word." Strangely, my tone was more like a coquettish plea.
They said, "Okay, let's call it being in heat then." After tying the knots, they made me kneel on the bed,
pulled the rope through my lower body to my buttocks, looped it around the rope on my lower back, tightened it, and then tied it
to my wrists with the rope around my elbows. The rope immediately sank deep into my lower body. I felt it part my labia, and the knots
landed precisely on my clitoris, vaginal opening, and anus—the most sensitive areas. "Ah..." I
involuntarily let out a soft moan, my whole body instantly burning. As I collapsed helplessly onto the bed,
the shorter man tied a rope around one of my ankles, then bent my lower leg towards my thigh. When my heel touched my buttocks
, the remaining rope was tightly bound to my thigh. The taller man then crumpled my underwear and pantyhose into a ball and
stuffed them into my mouth. I saw him deliberately turn my underwear inside out, placing the crotch area, which was pressed against my genitals, on the
outside , and holding it under his nose, sniffing it intensely. Looking at the yellowish stain on my crotch, my
face flushed with embarrassment. Everyone knows the physiological characteristics of a girl in her twenties; that area is rarely clean. And
I hadn't changed clothes these past two days because of work, not to mention the earlier fright, I had also urinated a little…
Oh dear, it was so embarrassing. But seeing his ecstatic expression, I also wanted to know
what . My tongue touched that sticky, slippery surface; it was a little salty, a little sour, and mostly smelled of urine
. I guess that's where the term "slut" for women comes from. Then he took something that looked like a mask and put it over my
mouth. This thing was much more complicated than a mask. First, there was a cylinder at the mouth area, which prevented me from closing my lips after I put it in
my mouth . The outer leather covered my nose all the way to my chin, and both
cheeks were also completely covered. There were also three leather straps tied to the back of my head, the top of my head, and my chin. I felt like my
head had become a package. Now, apart from sneezing, it was difficult for me to make any sound that they could hear
.

After being tied up like this, they told me to go out for a bit to have a smoke. They turned off the light and left
the room ,
the parts of my body that were bound by ropes began to throb with my heartbeat, especially my breasts. With each heartbeat,
blood squeezed into them, and the ropes prevented the blood from flowing back. I began to feel my breasts throbbing and growing larger, and my nipples
began to erect. My whole body began to stir. I tried to roll over, attempting to press down on my breasts to relieve their
swelling . But even the slightest movement of my arm immediately aggravated the ropes digging into my genitals. The friction they created
made my whole body tremble. I wanted to curl up into a ball, but heavens, curling up only made my genitals
protrude further, intensifying the friction. I started constantly changing positions. No matter how
I positioned my folded leg, it always created a stark contrast with the other leg, making me feel as if I were split in two. No matter what
position —lying on my back, prone, side, sitting, kneeling—it wouldn't give me a moment's peace. I felt like I was on fire on the bed.
The ants on the pot kept rolling and turning, and with each movement of my body, they tugged at that deadly rope,
especially the knots, which were firmly stuck to my most sensitive spots, relentlessly gnawing at them. The previous method
of binding had left me completely immobile; this was much better, I could do many things, but the situation
was worse. You couldn't find a comfortable position at all; having a choice
made me even more helpless than having no choice. At first, the underwear and stockings in my mouth could absorb some moisture, but now they were
saturated with saliva. With each movement, saliva streamed down my face. The unspoken, suppressed urges (please forgive me
for using this word for myself, it's just too apt) were even more unbearable. My whole body
was covered in sweat, as if I'd been washed, and my lower body was the worst affected area, with slippery, abundant lubrication flowing down
my thighs, some even reaching my abdomen. I began to long for those two men to return to my side; only they
could extinguish my burning desire.

Suddenly, the lights came on. They stood by the bed, and without hesitation, I rolled over to them, fawning over them.
They caressed my entire body, and soon all my restraints were removed—the mask and everything else was gone. I felt so relaxed,
and I threw myself into serving them, using my mouth, every inch of my skin.
They took turns penetrating my mouth, my breasts were flattened, my nipples stretched, but this brought me not pain, but
pleasure . In this lovemaking, I gave them not only my body, but also my soul.

When we finally calmed down, it was four in the morning. They agreed to take me home, but to give me
a lasting memory, they wanted to dress me up a little more. The final binding was simple; it was still the same
rope tied around my lower body, tightened around my waist, passed through my lower body, and tied to my lower back. My breasts weren't bound. I put on a bra,
a top, and a skirt. They then helped me put on my wet underwear and pantyhose, and put on my shoes. After
all was done, my hands were bound behind my back, but this time it wasn't too tight. See, I've gotten
much more used to it. A black hood was put over my head again. They helped me into the car. When the car stopped, I was taken
off . The hood was removed, and a tall man put a pill in my mouth. I was startled. He said,
"Forgive us, we didn't use condoms today. You probably don't want to get pregnant, right? Don't worry, this pill will
prevent any problems. Also, please don't worry, my brother and I don't mess around, we're as clean as you."
After I swallowed the pill, he held my handbag in front of me and made me open my mouth. The bag's shoulder strap wrapped around my teeth twice, and the bag hung behind my
neck. I had a bunch of keys in my hand behind my back. He said to me, "You'll have to walk back yourself for those few dozen meters
. Goodbye." The word "goodbye" sounded strange.

The car drove away, and on the empty street, I walked home alone with difficulty. Every step the rope around my waist bit
me. When I finally reached my door, I turned around and struggled to open it. In the kitchen, I used a knife
to cut the rope around my wrists. As I walked back to bed, I undressed. Exhausted, I collapsed onto
the bed , fatigue and drowsiness washing over me. I didn't even have the strength to untie the rope binding my lower body, and I fell asleep.

A throbbing pain in my lower abdomen woke me; it was already past ten in the morning. I staggered to the bathroom,
plopped down on the toilet, and ouch, the rope around my lower body made me jump again. Yesterday's thrilling experience flashed
through my mind. I reached down to my lower back to untie the rope, but for some reason, my hands trembled violently. The urge to urinate
made me give up after a few seconds, deciding to pee first. I couldn't hold it in any longer, and as the urine gushed out,
the rope inside my lower body transmitted the warm urine to my entire vulva. The burning stimulation and the relief of urinating
made me involuntarily groan. Finally, I had to use a knife to remove the
rope that made me so aroused (no, it was more like estrus, and even that wasn't it, it should be called… damn it, disgusting). Free from constraints, I feel relieved. Looking at
the red marks covering my body, I'm overwhelmed with emotions. What did yesterday even mean?

Was it rape? I was willing, too. Was it painful? There was plenty of pleasure too. Should I call the police? Absolutely not.
Ms. Zhao from my company is married to a detective, and she often talks about cases at the company, as if her information is incredibly accurate
. She's also talked about rape cases. Those police officers are most interested in this kind of thing. They'll ask you
about your position during the rape, how wide your legs were spread, how long the other person's penis was, and so on, in
incredible . Why should I let them mentally rape me again? Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Let it all pass
! At least I'm still alive.

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