My girlfriend found out I like wearing tight clothes.

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At 9 a.m., the opportunity finally arrived. I took out the equipment I'd been preparing for so long from the hidden box,
ready to begin my self-bondage plan.

Everything I had was laid out, filling an entire bed: a latex half-bodysuit, four full-body Lycra
bodysuits , four sets of cinched waist trainers with locks, two pairs of pantyhose, three long binding ropes, a
gag with holes, a pair of headphones, a chastity belt, an enema catheter, ten small stainless steel padlocks, a neck collar,
a set of head handcuffs, and a roll of duct tape. This was all I'd been preparing for a long time. Finally, there was a long box big
enough to me; these were all crucial parts of my self-bondage plan.

I closed my bedroom door and locked it. (My family is quite democratic; each room has its own
lock, and no one else has a key.) Because I was worried about
not being able to unlock myself during self-bondage, I called my girlfriend two days ago and told
her to come over if I didn't contact her the following night. There were also instructions on my desk on my bedroom table on how to untie myself
, so she would know how to get me out if I couldn't.
However, that was a last resort; I didn't want my girlfriend to know about my rather strange hobby. After
checking the instructions and the lock again, I took off all my clothes and began self-bondage.
Four hours beforehand, I ate one last thing, knowing I wouldn't be able to eat anything during the bondage period.
Also, because of the chastity belt, I wouldn't be able to defecate. I would drink some water during the process, as
the gag would make me very hot. Especially since I had prepared non-breathable latex clothing.

First, I applied some talcum powder to my body, and then carefully put on the half-coverage latex suit. This
suit was custom-made, including gloves and booties, but no head covering (I was afraid of suffocating myself :p). The crotch was
open, so I was going to install a chastity belt. There was a zipper at the back that could be pulled all the way down to my neck, which I would use with a neck guard and
a small lock. Without the key, I couldn't get rid of the constraints of this bodysuit. I really liked
the feeling of latex; it felt tight against every inch of my skin and wasn't breathable. The uncomfortable feeling of sweating
made me even more excited.

After putting on the Latex bodysuit, I put on the neck gag and locked it. The key to the lock and the key to the chastity belt
were in a letter I'd sent myself a day earlier, disguised as a friend. This way, even if I freed myself,
I'd have to wait for the letter to arrive before I could unlock the bonds. Just imagine how exciting that would be! If the letter didn't arrive by
tomorrow , I'd have to wear the Latex bodysuit and the chastity belt for two days without even going to
the bathroom before going on a date with my girlfriend.

Then I went to the toilet one last time before being bound, and then, wearing a Latex mask
, masturbated comfortably. After masturbating, I washed my genitals and prepared to put on the chastity belt. Since it was
August or September, all that activity had made me sweat a little, but because of the Latex bodysuit,
the heat couldn't dissipate, and I was starting to feel inexplicably excited and a little out of control. I had no choice
but to open the door and run to the bathroom for a cold shower. Showering in Latex felt completely different; it
was very comfortable. After washing up and cooling down, I dried myself off and returned to my room to begin the rest of my
plan.

Once inside, I turned on several cameras positioned at good angles. These cameras
would record the entire bondage process, allowing me to review it later. I also turned on the
indoor audio equipment, which played stimulating music continuously. This way, with my eyes
closed and my body bound, I could indulge in my fantasies (my room has
excellent soundproofing; even in the quietest night, my family wouldn't be able to hear anything). Next, I put on a chastity belt.
This one was rather special; it had a cover at the front to insert my penis, which was then wrapped around it.
Once secured, my penis was pressed tightly against my lower abdomen. Because it was so tight, it was impossible
to excrete anything after locking the chastity belt. At the back was an anal plug, specially designed with a hole in the middle
for enemas. When my body was bound and unable to move, the enema fluid would be injected through this
hole . After putting on the chastity belt as a clasp, my entire body was completely controlled, and I
could only be released when the letter arrived.

Next, I arranged the stainless steel padlocks in order. These padlocks would be used for the subsequent bindings
; four would be used to lock the double zippers on the full-body leotard, and four would be used to lock the waist trainer.
The order of these eight crucial padlocks was absolutely critical; otherwise, I would have to saw through the padlocks or destroy the zippers to free myself from
the leotard or waist trainer. However, since I didn't have such tools in my bedroom,
going to another room to find them while completely bound was practically an impossible task.

Therefore, the arrangement of the padlocks had to be extremely careful.

Then, I placed the enema solution in a large bag on a high shelf at the head of the bed, so that
if nothing was controlled from the bag's outlet, the enema solution would flow out. The device for controlling the enema bag opening was learned from
a magazine; it's a frozen clamp. In August and September, certain blocks of ice
melt at set intervals, allowing me to administer the enema after being bound for a certain period. It works well. The key to my
head handcuffs was prepared the day before and frozen in another block of ice,
much larger than the ice around the enema bag opening. This meant that once locked, the key could only be obtained after the enema fluid had flowed down.

Next, I put on the first full-body tights. After putting them on completely, I removed the hood and put on the waist trainer, securing it with
the same small lock as the first waist trainer. Then, I used tape to
wrap the keys to the first waist trainer's lock and the first tights' lock to my feet. This meant I had to completely remove the second tights to get
the keys to open the first tights and waist trainer, and this was done while blindfolded. This was obviously troublesome
, and trying to open both keys separately was also difficult, but I knew it was also very interesting.
When I couldn't open them, I just had to patiently try.

After putting on the second, third, and fourth full-body tights in sequence, and finally
wrapping the key to the fourth tights around your feet, this step is complete.

At this moment, my lower body was tightly wrapped. Looking in the mirror, I saw that my genitals were completely covered,
especially the crotch area, which was almost unrecognizable as male. I felt a surge of excitement, but my penis was
too taut to feel anything. Oh, I forgot to mention earlier that these full-body suits all had
a hole in the back, mainly for inserting an enema tube.

After admiring my body to my heart's content, I felt satisfied and could begin the next step.

My bed is the old-fashioned kind, with a frame that used to hang mosquito nets, but it's
no . My parents wanted to take it down, but I stopped them. This stuff was perfect for binding myself on the bed. I
used one of the three binding ropes to make several binding points on the frame for easy hanging later, and then left one end of
the rope in a fixed place. With these ropes, I could bind myself to the frame and
maintain a certain angle for my body. In previous experiments, this frame could support my weight for a long time
without collapsing.

Next, I arranged the items I would need around me in order, then took a binding rope and
tightly bound my legs together, adding a lock.

Doing this while wearing latex clothes and four layers of bodysuit was incredibly tiring, so I stopped
to rest for a while. My whole body started to feel hot again, and there was no way I could go to the bathroom now. Next,
I secured my tightly bound feet to the ropes on the bed frame, allowing me to only do some simple
movements in front of the bed frame; large-scale movement was impossible. Then I fastened the other bindings on the bed frame to my armpits.

This restricted my forward and backward movement, but I could still do some
things as long as my hands were free, though my body was basically immobile.

After resting for a while, I drank the water I had prepared earlier; this was the last time I would drink water before being bound,
as I wouldn't be able to drink any more during the binding process. I inserted the enema tube
into the anal plug, then put on a gag, headphones, and two pairs of pantyhose over my head. Then I put on
the bodysuit's hood. Before putting on the hood, I suspended the ice block containing the head handcuffs at a fixed height.

This way, when the ice melted, the rope with the key attached would hang the key within my reach.
After confirming several times that I could reach the key, I put on the first layer of the hood. As soon as the zipper was locked with the small padlock, a
strange feeling washed over me. At that moment, I could barely hear anything, only feel my
heartbeat and make muffled noises, which was incredibly exciting. A little while later, I put on the other hoods
and locked the padlocks.

Finally, after checking the surrounding objects to make sure everything was in order, I picked up the last binding tool: the head
handcuffs . These head handcuffs were quite special; wearing them would fix my head and prevent it from moving left or right. After putting on
the hood, I threaded the last binding rope through the hole in the hood, and my entire body was truly
under control . The handcuffs were behind my back, and with them on, my hands couldn't possibly reach the enema
tube. I tested the tube again to make sure I couldn't shake it off, then I put
my hands in the handcuffs and fastened them.

A feeling of confinement washed over me after I was handcuffed. The clock in the room struck twelve; it
was noon!

Because of the intense exercise and the exhaustion of wearing this gear, despite the stimulating music,
I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but I slowly woke up and found myself unusually hot! The clock in the room struck two;
it was 2 PM. My sister should have already finished school and gone home. However, because of the
good I couldn't hear anything, but it would still be difficult to hear anything through so many layers of tight clothing
. Then I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to close the bedroom curtains! Without them, the afternoon
sun would shine directly onto my bed through the French windows! But it was too late for regrets. I was now completely
bound and unable to move. Unless I wait for the key to appear. I tried, but
there was nothing where the key should be. Looks like I'll just have to wait patiently.

Suddenly, I felt a huge bloating, an urgent need to urinate!! But my penis was tightly wrapped, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't.
A primal urge surged to my head, nothing else made me feel hotter. The Latex suit
was really uncomfortable, but being completely bound, I couldn't move. I could only wait...

Then I heard something fall to the ground. Right, it must have been the enema clamp dissolving, but
it took more than an hour longer than I'd planned!! I tried desperately to stop the enema fluid from flowing, but my
binding plan was too perfect; I couldn't move at all. Then I felt a stream of liquid being poured into my anus,
and the urge surged into my brain again, this time even stronger. I desperately tried to break free of the bindings, to move my
penis and give it a good throbbing. But my efforts were futile. After this urge, I
felt a wave of suffocation. There were too many layers of clothing; I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air, but
only felt slivers of air entering my mouth. I tensed up. Before binding me, I had repeatedly checked;
four layers of tight clothing shouldn't cause breathing difficulties. But now, why was this happening? I wasn't getting enough air;
I was suffocating. I struggled desperately, but the bindings didn't loosen at all; in fact, they felt tighter.

My consciousness began to blur. Although I was still struggling in my mind, I was actually no longer moving
. Was this my end? I mustered my last breath and shouted, but only muffled sounds
came out. Then the room fell silent again. I thought I was dead; I slumped limply onto
the bed frame. It was quiet for a long time.

Suddenly, I heard the clock strike three times. It was the clock, it must be. I slowly woke up from my unconsciousness. I
took a deep breath and was surprised to find that my breathing was actually smooth! Thinking back, it was probably because so much time had passed and
the saliva flowing from the gag hole had affected my breathing. That last breath cleared the hole. This taught me
a lesson: I must never use a gag when self-binding again; I must always ensure my breathing
is unobstructed.

Slowly regaining my strength, I tried to move, but I found that my legs had shifted during my unconsciousness.
Now, my body is suspended in mid-air, without any support. Because of the waist-shaping exercise, I can't lift my legs at all. Having just
overcome one hurdle, I've encountered a new problem: how to get myself back up? If I
can't stand up now, I won't be able to stand up anytime soon, and then I'll have no chance of reaching the key to unlock the handcuffs! After struggling for a while, all I've done is return to a state of exhaustion. I can even hear the bed frame creaking—is the bed frame about to collapse? If it collapses, I'll have even less chance of finding the key to unlock the handcuffs! I tense up again. My body still won't obey me, and the enema fluid makes me desperately need to use the restroom. My stomach is aching from the exercise; I know the enema is starting to take effect. I try to calm myself down, then use my almost numb legs to probe the bed's location. It seems the bed isn't far; there's still hope. However, I'll need to swing on the bed frame to get back to the bed. After a moment's consideration, I decide to take the risk and try to swing back to the bed. Even if I failed, if the bed frame collapsed , I'd just have to find another way (actually, I hadn't considered what would happen if I fell headfirst ... I was terrified when I thought about it later). After a long struggle, just when I felt the bed frame was about to collapse, my feet finally got back onto the bed. That's when I realized I was drenched in sweat, my tights were practically plastered to my face, very uncomfortable, and the four layers of tight- fitting made it even more uncomfortable. But what could I do? I tried again but still couldn't find the key to free myself. Then the clock struck five. I had no idea it was already 5 pm! With a loud slam of the door, I knew Mom was home from work. My heart pounded with anxiety; I was terrified she'd come to check on me. Luckily, she wasn't there when I was struggling. My mom has incredibly sharp hearing; she can hear everything. If she found out, I'd be in big trouble. But thankfully, as usual, she knocked twice at the door, found no one, and went about her business. It's really strange, really. The ice on the handcuffs should have melted by now, so why can't I find the key? It's been five hours! The ice should have melted in about four hours. (Later, watching the video, I realized it was due to my carelessness; after the ice melted, the key wasn't near my hands, which were chained behind my back.) But what could I do? I could only wait. And then , the worst thing happened… the bed frame collapsed! With my hands and feet bound, I fell heavily onto the bed like a helpless stick. The bed frame collapsed to the floor. Luckily, my bed is quite springy, so I wasn't hurt. Unfortunately, I fell face- down. The ropes binding me didn't come loose, but the other end was on the collapsed bed frame. The bed frame, falling to the floor, pressed me down onto the bed. Because I was worried about the frame collapsing, I had put a thick blanket on the bed, and this pressed my face deep into the blanket. Especially since the hood couldn't be moved, and the ropes binding my legs were tied to the foot of the bed, I could n't turn my head or body. A suffocating fear instantly gripped my entire body again. But after all that struggling, I was already exhausted, and this sudden movement instantly blocked my breathing. I couldn't just wait to die, so I used all my strength to slowly turn my body. Just as I was about to lose my breath, I managed to turn slightly, inhale, and then was covered by the blanket again. Using the same method, after several attempts, I finally escaped the blanket's confinement and turned around. I lay on the bed, panting heavily. Soon after, I fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but a sharp, piercing pain in my abdomen woke me from my dream. I couldn't see a ray of light through four layers of tight-fitting clothes , so it must be nighttime. Who knows how long I'd slept? My abdomen ached terribly, the enema was still taking effect, and I was burning up. All the initial excitement was gone; I just wanted to get rid of these constraints and go to the bathroom properly. But where was the key to my freedom? Lying on the bed, I secretly rejoiced that I hadn't followed my initial plan to install a restraint plate from my waist down. If I had, I wouldn't be able to do anything lying like this. Now, at least I could try to pull my legs up and do something, although that was still very difficult. Just then, I heard the clock strike twice and then stop! Was it 2 AM?! I'd slept for so long… I remembered the rope holding the key was tied to the bed frame above my head. That meant if I could just get the bed frame down, I could find the key. (Actually, the key was very , but I couldn't see it. There was nothing I could do but take it slowly.) After struggling for a long time, I finally got the key. Because I had been bound for so long, my hands were too weak. After getting the key, it took me a long time to unlock the handcuffs. Sleepiness came over me again, and I fell asleep. I don't know how much time passed, but in my half-asleep state, I heard the clock strike 11. It was 11 a.m. the next day; I had been bound for almost 24 hours! At this point, my whole body felt extremely uncomfortable. My stomach was constantly protesting ; it was hungry, and my throat was incredibly dry. I realized that the key I had been holding was gone! I was desperate. How could I find the tiny key while bound like this? Just then, the door lock clicked. Someone was coming!!! My mind went blank. Could it be Mom with a key and coming in? No way... It's lunchtime, Mom definitely hasn't gotten off work yet. So it must be my girlfriend who's here. That brat came so early! I told her it would be tonight (Mom and Dad are going on a business trip tonight, and my sister is going to a classmate's place, so no one's home). After she came in, I heard a scream. Then a flurry of sounds, and then I felt someone touching my body. She must be looking at what was on the bed. She even tried to tickle me, but the parts that could be tickled were covered up, so I couldn't feel anything. A moment later, I felt someone close to my ear, and I heard her voice. It sounded like it was coming from far away, "Xiaobai, is that you?" My mouth was stuffed up, so I couldn't speak... I was extremely nervous at that moment. I had no choice; she had already found out, and she was my only hope now. So I mumbled something, as if to acknowledge her. Then I heard her say...

"Who did this to you?!" I mumbled twice more. She bombarded me with questions, and I
could only mumble in response. Finally, she realized what was happening. "Can't you speak? Let me see how
I can help you get out." After that, everything went quiet again. I heard another gasp, and she even smacked my
bottom . I think she found the instructions I left for her.

After a long while, she came up to my ear. "So you did all this yourself! So you have
this kind of hobby, huh? Why didn't you tell me sooner? You wanted me to unlock it for you? No way! I'm leaving
. Play by yourself." Hearing this, I panicked, making mumbling noises and struggling to move my body. She seemed to ignore me and
closed the door. Now I was truly desperate. I thought, "That's it, no one can save me now. I'll just have to wait to die in
these bonds." Unexpectedly, the door opened again a moment later, and she ran back, whispering in my ear, "I
'll make you suffer a little longer, and then I'll let you go after I've calmed down!" I was wondering what "suffer a little longer" meant when I heard
the sound of a box being pulled. Oh no, she wasn't going to put me in that box... that way, even if someone
came in, they wouldn't be able to find me!! Soon after, my fears were confirmed. She pulled my bound
body and threw me into the box that could fit me. However, she was thoughtful enough to put a blanket inside.
(Actually, she put the blanket in so I wouldn't move, but it didn't really need to be
that complicated...) I hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days, so I had no energy left to struggle. Then she put me entirely into
the box, and finally covered me with blankets. (She didn't even consider that if there were too many blankets, I would suffocate.

What a brat!) Finally, I heard the box lock. I thought, "Fine, this is it. Bound,
enemas, hanging, and now I'm being packed in a box." But what could I do? I could only obediently let her do whatever she wanted.
In the end she left a message: "Stay in there obediently, I'll come and let you out tomorrow." Then the door closed, and everything
became quiet again. Although the box could fit my body, with so many blankets,
it . I felt like I was dying.

After a long, long time, I suddenly heard the phone ring, and then her voicemail said she had something to do today and wouldn't be coming!

She'd come tomorrow! I thought, "I'm doomed. I'll be bound in the box for another day like this." The abdominal pain was still
nauseating , but... The anal plug was preventing me from relieving myself; that brat had actually plugged the hole!
My little brother couldn't move either, and my whole body felt like it was on fire. The talcum powder, after being soaked in sweat, turned into "pain powder,"
causing excruciating pain when touched. Fortunately, my whole body was very tense, so the sensation wasn't too intense, but the prolonged
tension made all my muscles extremely sore, and my hands were almost numb.

Just then, the door opened! Then

I heard that brat's voice, "Baby, I've come to see you." I was wondering what was going on when I felt the suitcase being pulled open
, and the air suddenly felt much fresher. She dragged me out of the suitcase and threw me onto the bed.
Then said, "You like to play, right... I'll play something big with you, but let's make it clear first, if you can't take it, don't struggle, and I'll let
you go." I was just wondering what kind of play it was when I felt something being poked at my head. I immediately knew it
was my latex. A hood! That brat actually used a hood that only covered my nostrils. My breathing immediately
tightened . She kept touching my entire body, making my breathing increasingly rapid. Soon
, the air inside the hood ran out, and I struggled to breathe. At this point, I was also very excited, really wanting to have
some , but I was bound and couldn't move. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and I knew I couldn't hold on any longer, so
I stopped struggling. That brat didn't immediately remove the hood, so I had no choice but to continue playing dead.
Then she said, "Don't play dead, I know you have a large lung capacity, it hasn't been that long." I really couldn't take it anymore, so I just
pretended to be dead. She panicked and quickly removed the hood. I continued to play dead, hoping she could loosen my hands quickly.

Once loosened, I would be free…

She really panicked, shaking me incessantly. After shaking me for a long time and seeing no movement, she thought of looking for the key. Luckily, she
wasn't stupid and quickly found the right key, freeing my hands that had been bound for over two days. But … Because of
the prolonged binding, my hands were completely powerless, like a puppet at her mercy. She followed my
instructions , unlocking the locks bit by bit. When she unlocked the outermost layer of the bodysuit, she stopped.
This silly girl couldn't understand what I had written below and didn't know what to do. She shook me, "Little Bai, get up!
I've unlocked everything for you. I don't know how to do the rest. Get out yourself!"

After resting for a while, my hands regained some feeling and I slowly moved them, reaching the zipper. With
her help, I took off the outermost layer of the bodysuit. When she took off the hood, she exclaimed in surprise
because she saw another bodysuit, locked like the outer one. She
helped me remove all four layers of bodysuits, one by one. After removing the last layer, I felt much
lighter , but she was even more surprised because she finally saw the pantyhose on my head, the gag
, and the Latex suit I was wearing. A tight-fitting bodysuit and a chastity belt around my lower body. It was the first time in two days I'd seen sunlight, and I instinctively
closed my eyes; it was so bright. It took a while for my eyes to adjust, and then I saw the clock on the wall—it was 2 PM
. That was three days after I'd bound myself. I really had been left in that box by that brat for two days!!!

After she helped me remove the tights and gag from my head, my first words were, "Water!!!" Three days without
water and being wrapped up like this was unbearable. I gulped down two large glasses of water. She looked at my body with surprised
eyes , and after a long while, she asked, "Is this comfortable?" I didn't dare look her
in the eye. That brat wasn't incredibly beautiful, but she was still pretty; her eyes were particularly bright and
expressive . When I recovered, I said in a hoarse voice, "I..." "I just like it this way, you could call it a fetish
. Actually, I've done this many times before, but you found out this time." She left the room without saying anything more.
I thought she was angry, but she came back a moment later with a letter. "I knew it was
from you as soon as I saw the handwriting. There seem to be two keys inside. Are they the keys to this strange set of equipment you're wearing?
Do you want ?

If you do, tell me clearly first." Seeing the keys at the end, my stomach ache and the urge to pee suddenly surged up.
I felt like my whole body was boiling. I lunged forward to grab the keys, but the brat nimbly dodged me. After all, I didn't have any...
"What strength did you have?" she said. "Explain yourself first, or I won't give it to you!" I pleaded, "Please, give me the smaller one
first, I need to take care of my urgent needs, okay?" Seeing how urgent I was, she gave me the key. I quickly ran to the bathroom and
unlocked the chastity belt. After a quick and easy process, I rinsed
off the splattered waste and washed my hair. But the key to the Latex bodysuit was still with that brat
. After washing up, I returned to my room and found that she had
neatly . I talked to her for a while, and she forgave me, but she insisted
that if I ever wanted to use these items again, she had to let me know, or she would tell my parents. I was so glad I had
such good girlfriend who accepted my fetish and agreed. That night, she tried on
some bodysuits and said that bodysuits looked better on women. I watched with delight, but she still wouldn't give me the final
key. That night, she wore one of my open-fronted bodysuits and we did it together. Even though I was bound, it
felt incredibly pleasurable. I'm so grateful to have such a wonderful girlfriend. After that, we did
bondage many more times together, all of which were very fun. However, this bondage experience was unlike anything I've ever had since.
Every time I think about it, I find myself increasingly fond of bodysuits and bondage. I'm
becoming more and more dependent on it.

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