Ice Blue (transvestite)

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Binglan stood before the mirror, gazing at her naked body, her full breasts, and a massive penis, displaying an alluring beauty.

Her anus contracted and relaxed with each breath, seemingly yearning for the penis's entry.

From the wardrobe beside her, Binglan took out a pair of black, long, sheer fishnet stockings. She gently lifted her feet, letting the stockings cling tightly to her legs, perfectly outlining their curves—incredibly sexy, looking nothing like a man's legs, more feminine than most women's.

The soft, silky touch of her feet, the sensation spreading from her heels to the base of his penis, made Binglan want to moan in pleasure.

Excitement made her body tremble slightly.

But all the preparations had only just begun: Binglan then took out a set of lingerie that had been sitting in the wardrobe for a long time, something she had wanted to wear but had never had the chance to.

Binglan's wardrobe contained many sexy lingerie pieces, but this one, so discreet yet so lewd, wasn't enough for wearing at home. It was perfect for a masochistic outing.

Binglan looked at the lingerie set—a pair of black bras, almost transparent, with tiny, burn-through holes scattered around the nipples and areolas, practically exposing her breasts.

A transparent pair of panties offered no coverage, and in the center was a large, infinitely controllable dildo, the remote hidden inside.

Accompanying it was a dress—the reason this set was considered the most concealing of all the lingerie was because of this dress.

The light blue dress, ending above the breasts and around the knees, appeared very conservative, completely concealing the exposed skin from her breasts and lower body.

However, in reality, the inside of this dress is covered with suction cups. Once worn, it adheres to Binglan's skin. When the dildo inside the underwear is activated, these suction cups stimulate Binglan's sensitive skin through vibration and adhesion.

The most dangerous part covered by the dress is her penis. Binglan's large penis will also be attracted by the dress. While the sides of her thighs are generally fine, the tight fit only accentuates her sexy figure and attracts more attention.

But if her penis is stuck, it might not attract lustful glances, but rather disdain or humiliation.

Her penis will be prominently displayed on the dress, easily recognizable to anyone except the blind. However, in the dark, the chances are much lower; even if someone sees it, they might think they're mistaken.

Binglan first picked up her underwear, then evenly applied a layer of water-soluble lubricant to her anus. She then applied lubricant around the dildo, and with her lubricant-covered fingers, inserted them into her anus (which had just undergone an enema), coating the anal walls with lubricant before positioning the head of the dildo against her anus and sitting down.

"Ahhh...ahhh..."

Although the pleasure wasn't particularly pronounced, the sensation of the foreign object and the feeling of fullness made Binglan, already filled with anticipation and excitement for self-harm outside, even more excited. Her penis stood erect, exuding a lewd aura.

Because the penis was about sixteen or seventeen centimeters long and four or five centimeters thick, even though the dress didn't hold it in place, a small dome was clearly visible on the skirt when erect, like a tent.

To prevent her penis from being exposed and thus risking her nighttime outing, Binglan devised a plan. She found a red cotton rope, tied it around her waist, and secured part of the rope to her glans, while the other part was knotted to the dildo inside her underwear.

As the dildo moved, when it reached its deepest point, her penis would be tightly secured to her waist. When the dildo was withdrawn, while her penis wasn't as tightly restricted, it was still well-fixed to her waist and wouldn't be exposed.

Seeing her penis securely held in place by the dildo, Binglan wore an expression of enjoyment. This kind of restraint and torment was what felt most comfortable to her.

After her lower body was secured, Binglan put on a black, sexy bra, covering her proud 34D breasts. Among women her age, Binglan's breasts were considered exceptionally large, let alone men's.

In front of the mirror, Binglan's 34D breasts and enormous penis were completely exposed. Her revealing lingerie not only failed to cover them, but instead blatantly displayed them, seemingly inviting someone to rape her.

Finally, she put on a light blue dress, zipped it up, and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like an ordinary woman shopping, except for the alluring black stockings; otherwise, she was dressed relatively conservatively, not exposing much skin.

Binglan looked at herself with satisfaction, then took out an egg-shaping device—a device that temporarily separated her penis and testicles, stretching the skin covering them to create a greater distance.

It looked as if they were separated, but in reality, Binglan didn't feel much pain. However, from the outside, it appeared as if she had been severely tortured, which only excited and pleased this masochist.

After concealing the egg pusher, Binglan checked herself in the mirror from various angles to make sure nothing was amiss before stepping outside.

A cold breeze blew by, a few gusts of wind ruffling her erect penis from under her skirt, sending a shiver down her spine and making it even more engorged.

Looking at the dim streetlights, it was already around one or two in the morning. There were few pedestrians on the street, and the neighborhood was practically deserted, except for the security guard sitting at the gate, looking somewhat drowsy while staring at his phone. The surroundings were eerily quiet and desolate.

Binglan put the remote control that controlled all her pleasure into her pocket and headed straight for the park.

She endured the constant friction between the penis and her anal walls, along with the strange sensation of her penis being restrained. What should have been a twenty-minute walk took her almost forty minutes, nearly double the usual time.

Every now and then, the intense urge to climax made Binglan want to ejaculate, but if she ejaculated directly on the roadside and someone saw her, it would be troublesome. So, Binglan could only slow down her walking speed as much as possible, so that the pleasure from the friction between her anus and the dildo would gradually diminish.

However, this also had its drawbacks; the intense urge, unable to be released through orgasm, kept piling up, making Binglan's face flushed with desire.

Looking at the park in front of her, Binglan straightened her clothes slightly, and after making sure nothing seemed amiss, she walked in with a normal expression.

However, her flushed face and slightly trembling legs betrayed Binglan's true feelings—she couldn't wait to release her pent-up desire in the park.

As for how to release it—she had already placed some sex toys in certain locations in the park. To make this nighttime self-torture more exciting, each location had a different task; only after completing the tasks on her handcuffs could she proceed to the next area.

By the time Binglan reached the first area, it was already one in the morning. Before her lay a somewhat dark grove of trees, which instinctively filled her with fear. However, her body, true to its nature, guided her forward.

Binglan looked around; it was quiet, the grove utterly silent. Though somewhat eerie, she stepped inside.

Finding a tree where she had previously kept the sex toys, Binglan deliberately concealed them with some miscellaneous items, so that even if someone deliberately passed by, they wouldn't notice the toys hidden beneath the tree.

Binglan picked up the sex toy—a vibrating urethral dildo, seemingly made of crystal, its faint luster carrying a lewd connotation in Binglan's hands.

She sucked on the dildo for a while, lubricating it with her saliva, before gently inserting it into her already engorged penis, which had long since leaked copious amounts of vaginal fluid.

"Ah!?~~...Ahhh~~"

Not worried about anyone coming over at this time, Binglan didn't bother to control her moans; the comfortable groans echoed through the grove.

Finally, the urethral opening reached the very back of her urethra. Further down, she encountered resistance and stopped there. The length of the urethral opening was specifically chosen by Binglan; it was just right so that only a tiny bit would protrude from the deepest part of her penis, unnoticed.

After inserting the urethral opening into her penis, Binglan put a gag on herself—to prevent herself from focusing too much on her orgasm and forgetting to control her moans, which would attract attention.

Besides the gag, there were restraints: timed handcuffs and leg irons that Binglan had specifically bought and tested many times to ensure they would automatically unlock after a certain time.

Binglan first secured the chain between the handcuffs and ankle cuffs with another pair of handcuffs, so that while restrained, she could only keep her hands and feet bound behind her back, her entire body in a roughly crescent-shaped arc.

However, the next step wasn't as simple as just inserting her hands and feet. Binglan placed the secured restraints behind the small tree, then inserted her legs first.

She then used her inner thighs to grip the tree to prevent herself from slipping down, and then inserted her hands behind the tree into the handcuffs placed behind the tree. The handcuffs closed, and she was done.

Binglan turned the switches for the penis and urethral opening in her hand to maximum, then threw the remote control on the ground.

The handcuffs had been set that morning, for about half an hour, just enough for Binglan to experience two or three orgasms—especially in this outdoor setting, which might allow her to reach orgasm even faster.

A chilly wind blew, bringing Binglan back to her senses. The small suction cups attached to her dress had begun to cling to her sensitive skin, like a bodysuit, exposing her sexy figure.

The urethral opening inside the penis also began to vibrate, causing it to continuously leak vaginal fluid. The clear fluid, under the influence of gravity, dripped continuously down, collecting in the suction cups.

The penis was now completely attached to the suction cups, making it particularly conspicuous against the outline of the dress, though no one could see it at this moment.

But what brought Binglan the greatest pleasure was the penis inside her anus, thrusting again and again, as if trying to send her to heaven. The extreme experience brought Binglan immense pleasure and a sense of masochism, making her feel as if a thick, strong black man was thrusting his enormous penis hard into her wanton anus.

The immense force and the deep penetration into Binglan's body caused her to scream wildly, emitting continuous whimpering sounds.

"Waaaaa?!?~~...Waaaaa!!!...Waaaaaa~~...Waaaaaa!?!?~...Waaaaaaa!?!?" Overwhelmed by pleasure, her reason still reminded Binglan that she wasn't in her home, but in a park, where someone could expose her lewd behavior at any moment.

However, this didn't frighten or unsettle her; instead, it fueled her masochistic tendencies. Each thrust into her anus brought her endless fantasies and pleasure.

When the engorged penis was stimulated again by the vibrating glans, Binglan finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a violent moan, she experienced her first orgasm of the night.

Unlike the self-destructive pleasure she usually felt at home, this time it felt real, tangible, making her truly feel as if she were being sexually abused. The intense masochistic urges made her reluctant to stop this lifestyle.

She didn't know how much time had passed. Binglan was only vaguely conscious. Her penis had ejaculated five or six times, and she felt almost completely exhausted from being penetrated. However, the restraints binding her body remained in place.

Binglan sensed something was wrong. To keep track of time, before binding herself, she had deliberately taken off her watch, turned on the timer, and placed it where she could see it.

The time displayed was already an hour.

Binglan suddenly felt her blood rushing. A sense of unease, tension, and mixed emotions spread through her, making her involuntarily think about what would happen if she were trapped here. What if,

in the morning, someone came and found her, a group of people surrounded her, pointing and hurling all sorts of filthy insults at her? Or would she be taken away and forever hidden from the world… She imagined all sorts of scenarios, but without exception, none of them had a good ending.

Binglan was somewhat afraid. The intense pleasure seemed to be ignoring her, yet it constantly interfered with her, as if reminding her that she was a lewd transvestite.

Finally, things took a turn for the better—faint footsteps approached, not searching for anything, but rather drawing ever closer.

Binglan felt a chill on her buttocks as a rough, large hand caressed them. She twisted and struggled against the hand, making muffled noises.

"What's all the noise about? If you don't want to be discovered, shut up." A man's voice rang out. Binglan's heart sank into an icy abyss. She had been discovered, but thankfully, only one person had found her. If he could untie her, she wouldn't be discovered by more people.

"Damn it, it's a transvestite. I thought it was a woman..." The man touched Binglan's penis and pinched it hard, causing her to cry out in pain, but the penis only became more erect.

Binglan watched the man slowly walk in another direction, then looked at her face and said,

"Well, her face is alright, almost like a woman's. It's not a bad deal to fuck her." With that, the man lewdly grinned, then looked at the scattered items on the ground, picked up the keys to the three handcuffs and leg irons, tried them on, and untied Binglan's hands and feet. He then carried the limp Binglan further into the grove.

"You slutty transvestite, with so much stuff stuffed up your ass, coming out at night, are you waiting to be gang-raped?

Should I dump you at the park entrance tomorrow morning and let you have your way?" "Waaah~~" Binglan shook her head, making whimpering sounds, sounding somewhat pitiful.

Seeing Binglan's appearance, the man's penis was already hard. After humiliating her a few more times, he slapped Binglan's buttocks hard and said,

"If you don't want to be fucked by more people tomorrow morning, you'd better listen to me, or else... hehe~" The man let out a lewd laugh, and then, after pulling down Binglan's transparent panties, he inserted his monstrous penis into Binglan's wide-open anus, which was waiting for his penis to enter.

"Ugh!?~?~...Ugh?!?!"

Binglan groaned. The man didn't turn off the urethral opening inside her penis, leaving it on to stimulate her desire. However, a single urethral opening wasn't enough to satisfy her. After the penis was pulled out of her anus, Binglan felt an indescribable emptiness—she wanted a penis inside her, to be brutally violated.

Hearing Binglan's seductive moans despite being gagged, the man's penis became even more engorged and purplish. He then thrust into Binglan's anus, pumping in and out within the tight walls of her vagina.

The lewd sounds of flesh slapping together and fluids splashing made the rape incredibly obscene. Eventually, Binglan even actively twisted her waist, welcoming the man's penis as it entered.

With each thrust, Binglan experienced the sensation of a real man's penis, no longer the cold, hard thing. The dildo was now inside her, and while the difference in sensation wasn't significant, psychologically, Binglan was gradually becoming a true submissive.

"Are you enjoying being fucked? Nod if you are."

The man's body trembled, and his thrusts became even faster, the more intense and rapid attacks causing Binglan to nod repeatedly, her moans growing louder.

Finally, Binglan couldn't resist the convulsions of his penis; with a powerful spasm, he ejaculated white semen, splattering it on the forest floor.

The man's stamina and erection exceeded Binglan's expectations. It wasn't until Binglan's second orgasm that the man released all his hot semen into her anus. He then removed the gag from Binglan's mouth and made her lick it clean.

Looking at the man's monstrous penis, though it had softened, the intensity of their recent struggle was still faintly visible. Binglan hesitated for a moment, then obediently enveloped it in her mouth, using her tongue to clean it.

The man's unique pungent and foul smell made Binglan frown slightly, but it was precisely this smell that gave her a feeling of being a slave, a masochistic sensation that made her somewhat infatuated with the man before her.

Scientifically speaking, this is a psychological phenomenon, and it has indeed existed.

However, the man didn't notice the change in Binglan's mindset; he only wanted to release his desires. Although Binglan was a transvestite, which disappointed him somewhat, her tight anus gave him an experience similar to that of penetrating a regular woman. In fact, in terms of oral sex afterward, Binglan even surpassed the pleasure he received from most women.

The man groaned, and his penis began to swell again inside Binglan's mouth. Only then did Binglan realize that the man's recovery ability was astonishing.

With a gasp from Binglan, the man flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and thrust his penis into her anus like a horse.

Now free of the gag, Binglan's moans echoed clearly in the man's ears:

"Ahhh... Ughhh?!... Waaah!?!?... Ahhh?!... Waaahhh!?!...?" Binglan could clearly feel the man's burning penis, like an iron rod, plunging into her soft body. Never having experienced being penetrated by a real man before, Binglan felt an indescribable pleasure. Her

sensitive anus could even feel the bulging veins on the man's monstrous penis, rubbing against the vaginal walls, bringing her even greater pleasure.

What excited Binglan to the point of madness was that as the man thrust, the vibrating head of his penis rubbed against her as her body twisted and trembled.

Although it didn't bring the same pleasure as anal penetration, it allowed Binglan to experience the feeling of being abused more vividly.

She even somewhat didn't want this lewd play to stop, wanting the man to keep fucking her endlessly.

However, a sliver of reason quickly dispelled such thoughts. Binglan tried to resist slightly, but was overwhelmed by the man's fierce onslaught, falling back into a paradise of pleasure, unable to extricate herself.

"Ahhh?!?~~...Ughh ...

When he ejaculated into Binglan's anus for the second time, Binglan had already fainted once. The intense orgasm left her completely unable to lift a finger.

The man, seeing Binglan's exhaustion, grinned lewdly. He then plugged the dildo back into her anus and pulled her sexy panties back on.

The penis that had been bound by ropes during his penetration had been untied, and now it was clumsily knotted again.

However, despite the clumsiness, the friction was even greater. Moreover, the remote control for the sex toy was still in the man's hand. Binglan's legs, wet with her own fluids, and her moist erogenous zones under her skirt, all highlighted her wantonness and the intensity of the previous encounter.

Binglan looked at the man and said,

"...After we're done, you can leave, right?"

"What, you want me to leave so badly? Don't rush me. Take me to your house first. You must have more props like this at home, right? Of course, you can't refuse if you don't want me to see your body naked." The man threatened Binglan with a lewd grin, waving the two remote controls in his hand. Binglan gritted her teeth and nodded fiercely.

This time, however, Binglan didn't feel the fear and unease she had before. The man's thick penis gave Binglan a subconscious sense of security she had never felt before—she didn't refuse the man's request to come to her house.

It was already around 3:30 in the morning. There were still few people in the park, and Binglan was wearing a rather conservative dress. From the outside, she still looked normal.

But seeing Binglan's hand trembling as she held the man's arm, one could tell something was wrong—the man's right hand was in his pocket, constantly playing with the two remote controls, sometimes high, sometimes low, which almost made Binglan collapse to the ground at first.

To avoid embarrassment, Binglan could only rely on the man's body for support, preventing her already weak legs from collapsing completely.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and seeing Binglan and the man, they subconsciously assumed they were a loving couple, failing to notice Binglan's pale face and her efforts to suppress pleasure. The way she slightly squeezed her legs together, to the man, had a certain allure.

Fortunately, the man hadn't turned the dildo on to its maximum setting; otherwise, the suction cups connected to it would have completely exposed the shape of Binglan's penis. Even though it was dark, someone might have noticed it in the dim light, and the stares Binglan would have faced wouldn't have been so innocent. A

faint blush rose on Binglan's face, her eyes sparkling with desire. When they got into the man's car, Binglan collapsed onto the seat next to the driver.

Seeing Binglan's lewd behavior, the man's lust was rekindled. However, given the limited space, he could only turn both switches to their maximum and then toss a pillow onto Binglan, covering her penis.

Binglan hugged the pillow, moaning loudly in the enclosed carriage.

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Oohhh... Ahhh... Ahhh..." The dildo inside her anus kept making piston-like movements, allowing Binglan to experience a different kind of car sex. Although she wasn't actually being penetrated in the car, a man was sitting next to her, listening to her moans, which filled her with immense shame.

The man, hearing these sounds, was naturally aroused, cursing the little vixen in his mind. His penis bulged out of his pants, and he had to use one hand to straighten it, preventing it from hurting him.

By the time the man arrived in the direction Binglan had indicated—her house—the seat beneath her was already soaked, clear vaginal fluid mixed with her semen, all remaining on the seat.

However, the man wasn't a germaphobe, and besides, he was already burning with lust. He said,

"Damn it, where do you live? I'll fuck you to death over there."

Binglan was already half-conscious. Hearing the man's question, she instinctively pointed in a direction and told him which building it was. The man then picked up the lewd-looking Binglan and walked towards that building.

As they walked, the man's hands ravaged Binglan's body, including his penis and her two testicles, which were still restrained by the egg pusher. This caused Binglan to moan again.

Although they were on the street, it was still around four in the morning. Most people were still asleep at this time, and there were very few people around.

However, there would be more people soon. The man didn't intend to have sex with Binglan in the street. After finding the key on Binglan, he went to her house, closed the door, and threw the key on the table.

Unable to contain his lust, he threw Binglan onto the bed in the bedroom, then pulled down his pants, exposing her anus. He then turned off all the sex toys on her, startling her awake.

Upon waking, she felt a burning hot penis being thrust into her anus—the man's enormous penis, slightly larger than it had been in the woods, was almost too much for her anus to contain, causing her to wince in pain.

Soon, the man began thrusting repeatedly into her, slapping her buttocks as he did so, like riding a horse, brandishing a "whip" and slapping her bottom, making her blush.

The burning sensation on her buttocks was not only a mixture of pain and pleasure, but also a strange sense of shame rising from the depths of her heart.

Binglan's pert buttocks felt particularly good to slap, making the man somewhat unable to stop. He couldn't stop once he started, until Binglan's buttocks were bright red, and she even had an orgasm under his touch. Only then did the man finally ejaculate.

His semen entered deep into Binglan's intestines. After finishing, the man didn't intend to let Binglan off so easily. He said,

"Not yet. You've held back for so long. Now I'll let you taste something even more fun." With that, the man picked out a leather whip from the sex toys that Binglan had placed in the most conspicuous spot in the bedroom. He then swung the whip, repeatedly striking Binglan's buttocks and her testicles, which were still bound by the egg-pushing device.

When the man struck Binglan's testicles with the whip, she felt a piercing pain. Her testicles, which had been separated for so long, were already engorged with blood. The strike made the pain so intense that tears almost streamed down her face.

"Ahhh... Stop hitting me!"

Binglan pleaded, but the man showed no mercy and showed no intention of stopping. The merciless whip fell on every sensitive spot of Binglan's body—nipples, anus, penis, testicles, inner thighs—leaving them all bright red.

Binglan rolled around on the bed, but she didn't try to escape even a little. A subconscious masochistic part of her made her somewhat enjoy the beating.

The pain mixed with pleasure made Binglan's penis even harder, even turning slightly purple. Seeing this, the man lashed at Binglan's penis even harder.

Under the intense pain, Binglan screamed, and her semen gushed out. This orgasm was far greater than before, leaving Binglan convulsing for a long time before she gradually recovered.

But the man's whip didn't wait for Binglan. As Binglan ejaculated, the man's whip struck Binglan's buttocks, turning them slightly purple, but thankfully, there were no bloodstains.

When Binglan was too weak to even beg for mercy, the man put down the whip and continued his assault, focusing on her anus, which was now bright red and would scream at the slightest touch. He

then thrust his penis in forcefully,

plunging it completely inside. "Ahhh!??!!...Ahhh!?~!!...Ahhh!?!?~~...Ahhh!??!?~~...Ahhh!??!" With each thrust, the man's rough hands, and the crisp slapping of Binglan's buttocks, Binglan screamed in agony, her body twisting and turning, trying to escape his penis.

But all her efforts were in vain. Seeing her struggle, the man slapped her hard, the intense pain overwhelming her, and she collapsed weakly onto him.

Any remaining strength was quickly replaced by the same method, leaving her utterly defenseless. Only after Binglan had countless orgasms did the man ejaculate a second time.

Having ejaculated four times that night, the man was somewhat exhausted. However, looking at Binglan lying on the bed, panting softly, he felt he couldn't let her enjoy herself like this. So he picked her up and placed her on his lap.

Then, like an adult spanking a child, he lifted Binglan's skirt and vigorously slapped her. The crisp sound and the soft feel of her body made him reluctant to leave.

The man continued slapping, and Binglan didn't stop screaming. Although her voice became hoarse by the end, the man didn't stop. When his own hands started to hurt from slapping, he threw the somewhat unconscious Binglan onto the bed, inserted a huge dildo into her anus, and opened

it to its maximum. Afterward, looking at some sex toys in Binglan's room, he took some and used them on Binglan before leaving. When

Binglan

regained consciousness, she found a dildo violently operating inside her anus, relentlessly violating her swollen and red anus. Just as she tried to remove it, she realized she was bound. Bound in a taut, four

-horse-hoof-like binding!

This meant Binglan couldn't untie it herself. Not only were her limbs bound, but her penis was also tightly bound—the shaft and testicles were tied to a post at the head of the bed.

If Binglan wanted to move, she would have to endure the excruciating pain of her penis being pulled violently.

The only way was to use the cell phone in front of her, not far away; she could easily bite it back with her teeth if she moved forward slightly.

With great difficulty, Binglan repeatedly touched the screen with her face, trying various passwords to unlock it. Then, seeing that the battery was only 1% and it was now showing as about to shut down, Binglan felt a sense of despair.

She shouted loudly, but found no one in the house; even the man was gone. Binglan's despair only deepened.

"Does that mean I'll have to be played by that man again?"

Binglan thought to herself. The man must have taken the key with him when he left, and she didn't know what he was doing now. When he came back, Binglan would definitely be abused again.

Thinking of her swollen and ravaged anus and penis, Binglan felt a sense of resistance, but no matter what she tried, she couldn't find a way to resolve her predicament. She could only wait for the man's arrival with a sense of despair.

Sure enough, the man returned with more sex toys, and after repeatedly venting his lust on Binglan, he simply threw her into a corner, giving her a fixed amount of food each day, and the rest of her time spent with the sex toys, experiencing repeated orgasms.

Later, the man learned various SM techniques, training Binglan into a sex slave, a bitch, a sex toy, etc. Her penis was constantly played with by the man, who even inserted insects into her urethra, causing her to itch for an entire day, naturally resulting in countless orgasms. Her

anus also received his attention; he dripped wax into her anus, inserted fish, and took her out in public with cucumbers, semen, and other foreign objects, engaging in exhibitionist play.

In this kind of life, Binglan eventually became the man's exclusive sex slave and entered into marriage with him.

On their wedding night, Binglan was bound in an M-shaped, spread-legs position with red silk. She was restrained from ejaculating by a chastity belt that bound her penis, and her anus was constantly stimulated by the man. While experiencing pleasure, she was unable to release, tormented all night. In the morning, when Binglan was burning with desire, she was bound again, preventing her from masturbating. The next night, after performing oral sex on the man and licking his toes clean, she finally had an orgasm with his permission.

Afterwards, life was naturally filled with endless passion, and Binglan thoroughly enjoyed this life of sex slavery, becoming a complete masochist, living with the man.

[The End]

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