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In this relatively normal society, there are many unconventional girls like me. I'm the kind of woman who refuses to conform and seeks novelty and excitement. In the world of sex, I have my own views on sexual happiness and a little-known realm of orgasms. My name is Ling Mengyun, and I'm a freshman in college. I say "girl" because I'm only 19 years old, which, according to national regulations, means I'm just an adult. As for looks, I'm quite attractive, a standard beauty. For a woman, 19 is basically the age of maturity. I'm 195cm tall and weigh 51kg (51kg isn't particularly slim; it's my kind of bony beauty, but if I were too light, how could I talk about big breasts and a beautiful butt?). Although 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 butt is also quite perfect (I'll skip the self-praise). As for my face, I have quite large eyes, a pointed nose, and a delicate little mouth. My whole face looks quite pretty and radiant. There's no way around it; good genes from parents often lead to similar traits in their children. (Reading 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, 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 Shengyu City, 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 19-year-old man is still only experiencing a fleeting pleasure from an erection when he needs to urinate, while I already knew how to masturbate. My sexual interests have a slight BDSM element; I particularly enjoy the feeling of helplessness, of being deprived of freedom. Watching a lot of TV shows, I often encounter kidnapping scenes. Seeing those beautiful women with their hands tied behind their backs, preferably against a pillar, or with their hands spread out and tied to a cross, their feet warmed by cold foot warmers, I always imagine myself as the one being bound. I struggle with resistance and fear, pulling at the ropes, feeling a tingling, itchy, numb sensation all over my body. This feeling is similar to being flirted with. While I'm still enjoying this slightly ecstatic sense of restraint, usually at this point, a fierce-looking, burly man with two henchmen will appear. My first thought is: "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 and said, "Is that so? Then you'd better be prepared. I have plenty of time to wait for you to confess." "I'm not afraid," I thought, but inwardly I was 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 like that, he wouldn't dare. Good heavens, I just want to be raped once! Can'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 some 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 randomly touched and grabbed them—basically, I played with my breasts however felt good. (My breasts were no longer under my control.) With the stimulation from both hands, I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, my breathing becoming 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 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 easier to get to and from school, 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 only 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 my second semester of freshman year, I moved into my new home with my parents. My dad paid for the apartment and brought all my luggage. My mom furnished it (it's definitely not as nice as home, but I'm very content). I felt like a princess, imagining all the little things that would happen here, all sorts of scenarios, and a secret thrill washed over 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? Everything was settled, and my parents were getting ready to go back. Before leaving, my mom gave me some advice, basically: take good care of yourself while you're away, don't trust strangers easily, remember to lock the door at night, etc. I just agreed to whatever she 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; just thinking about it makes me feel frustrated. Everything has its advantages and disadvantages. Although I have relative freedom here, sometimes I feel helpless. Thinking about it, I feel it's time to seriously consider how to steer life in a more favorable direction, such as learning how to take care of myself and how to achieve the sexual happiness I envisioned when I arrived. 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," so shouldn't 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 introduce my new house a little. The house is about a 10-minute walk from the school, so it's quite convenient for going to and from school. The house has one bedroom and one living room, plus a small kitchen, toilet, and balcony, which is considered a standard apartment.During the day, while in class, I'm a proper, well-behaved girl, a lady popular with both boys and girls. But things are different when I get back to my little apartment at night. Occasional masturbation 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 house, such a proper home, there isn't even a hook 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 (who 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 go to an adult store. Although there's nothing shameful about it, everyone tacitly understands, but girls are still a little shy. If an acquaintance saw me walking out of an adult store carrying a big black plastic bag with a lewd grin, I wouldn't be able to live anymore. 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 would never dare to actually kill someone with a knife or gun, but in online games, they can kill without mercy. 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 nights. This is the least dangerous and best evokes the feeling of helplessness after losing freedom, and the pleasure derived from it. The reason is simple, just like how true friendship is revealed in times of hardship; only the pleasure after experiencing setbacks and tribulations is true pleasure. Just think how boring it would be to only know how to do piston-like movements all day long. Among SM methods, I'm not particularly opposed to enemas, urethral torture, hanging, etc. Although they are not very safe, they are not dangerous if handled properly. As the saying goes, no pain, no gain; no orgasm without some torment. As for whipping, needle pricking, wax dripping, dog-like training, life imprisonment, master-slave training, whoever wants to do those can do them; I certainly won't. That's very dangerous. Flowers grown in the greenhouse of the south are not suitable for being taken to the northwestern desert. Even an idiot knows this, though I don't know if an idiot knows this. Some women buy razors; even a fool could figure out what they're going to do with them—shave themselves clean and neat. Besides making it easier for men to lick, I really can't think of anything that would make them 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 cute pubic hair feels like a eunuch not being able to grow a beard—that means impotence! I'm obviously sexually normal. All that's to say, I just want to tell you that I should go to the sex toy store. Online shopping is the best way to keep it confidential. I opened my browser, and the omnipotent Baidu appeared. With a shy feeling, I searched for sex toys, and soon a bunch of website links appeared. I usually don't choose the first one because it's often an advertisement, or someone having an affair with some high-ranking Baidu executive—I despise those kinds of websites. I just randomly chose one of the following websites. I'll just consider myself a supporter of small businesses. I won't mention specific names, lest I be mistaken for a pimp. But I must say, the various sex toys really got my heart racing. 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, and don't talk to me about romance and sexiness; I can't pull off such exaggerated displays. It would be so incongruous for a bound, deprived person to speak freely, so a gag is essential. 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—to me, this is quite fun. Then I bought a few vibrators; you know what they're for. Since I'm going to buy SM products, I should be generous and comprehensive. Every part of my body needs to be taken care of. In the SM section, I bought another anal plug. It wasn't long or thick, just enough. As for the anus, even if you only let me insert a little finger, even if you took croton oil, you wouldn't be able to break through the barrier and ejaculate. Of course, proper support is essential, and a chastity belt is particularly important. Wearing a chastity belt turns even a lustful woman into a nun. It also prevents 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? Such large breasts can't be covered with two big bowls, can they? So, I'll have to 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. It's obvious they're for holding the nipples, but what normal woman's nipples are only the size of mung beans? But that's the only way to clamp them tightly and feel good. The ends of the nipple clamps are connected by small metal chains. Sex shops naturally have plenty of sexy lingerie. Looking at those products, I have to admire the designers' aesthetic sense and creative talent. You might think it's just underwear, but how do they manage to showcase a woman's sexiness, ambiguity, and allure so perfectly? How sexy is sexy lingerie? Don't underestimate it. If I wore the two pieces I chose, if you're a normal man, get me some tissues to wipe my nosebleed. That's about it, you've bought what you needed, right? Wait, something's missing. Readers, help me think, what else would you like me to wear? Hmm, you're thinking of a dildo? 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 to, I'll have to accept it. Even if you're thinking of handcuffs and shackles, you'll be disappointed. Handcuffs, sexy handcuffs, how can they 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 yet reached that level of masochistic desire. Oh, I remember now, high heels are indispensable. A masochist walking down the street in sneakers—that's just too incongruous with their status. I have several pairs of high heels, but the highest is only 8 centimeters. Seeing those advertisements, I couldn't resist. Six centimeters? Pan Changjiang? Eight centimeters? Guo Degang? Twelve centimeters? Yao Ming! High, really high! You tell me, not buying these is disrespecting Yao Ming! So, I chose a pair of predominantly black shoes. These kinds of shoes only care about looking beautiful and sexy; comfort and stability are up to the customer. I was only interested in their appearance. The shoes are entirely black, with the toe barely covering a woman's toenails. The rest of the shoe is covered by leather up to less than two centimeters high, while the instep features a perforated material that diagonally covers part of the instep. The main pattern on the perforated part is that of a cicada wing, perhaps the designer using the cicada to represent the vibrant spring and burgeoning sexuality. Although the price is high, I'm really happy to have bought them, haha. Hmm, I also noticed an extra piece of material at the heel with small protrusions at both ends, each with a hole for things to pass through. Apparently, this is a foot-binding device to prevent instability, or rather, a restraint device to prevent the wearer from removing the shoes without permission. Besides three small, delicate chains, the accessories include four matching small locks. If you thread the chains through the pre-drilled holes and lock them, you can't take the shoes off. I also thought of a fun idea: to thread the 60cm chain through all four holes and lock it on both sides. This would not only prevent the shoes from falling off but also leave only 30cm of space between them. With only such a short space between 12cm heels, the feeling of taking tiny, shuffling steps would be indescribable! (Am I being a bit too perverted, coming up with this way to torture myself? Sigh, why do women have to make things so difficult for each other?) In addition, I bought a bondage bandage, a box of condoms, a bottle of aphrodisiac, and low-temperature candles. (Disclaimer: The aphrodisiac is for collecting, and the candles aren't for dripping wax; they're for making myself feel a little more positive during Earth Hour.) Now I've finally bought everything I wanted, and I'm completely satisfied. They should arrive in two or three days. What else do I want to do next? What else can I do? ... The End... (Word count: 11375) [This post was edited by Skull Wolf on 2014-09-19 15:23]23 Re-edited23 Re-edited23 Re-edited23 Re-edited23 Re-edited23 Re-edited23 Re-edited23 Re-edited

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