The Unbreakable Bond of Love

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My name is Xiao Ya, but everyone calls me "Little Ya." Don't think it's because I look fair and delicate, like a girl. There's another reason.
I was born in a small mountain village and was sickly from a young age. My grandmother, having no other choice, went to a fortune teller. The fortune teller said I was cursed with seven deadly afflictions, meaning I would face seven death trials and must use a female name, wear women's clothing, and fast on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month. He even said I had to frequently tie myself up and pray to Buddha to ward off bad luck and disaster in order to be safe. This kind of belief was common in our small town. If a child had any minor misfortunes, they'd be given a name like "Cat" or "Dog," or more serious ones, they'd be given a female name and dressed as a little girl. After a while, it would all be fine. However, I'd never heard of anyone having to frequently tie themselves up and pray to Buddha. In that environment, my family naturally believed in this kind of thing. Because of our poverty, from elementary school to junior high, I wore my older sister's old floral clothes, had my hair in braids, and dressed as a little girl. I often tied myself up and prayed to Buddha at night. Strangely, my health improved day by day. I was admitted to the county high school, and my elders thought I should revert to being a boy. So I cut my long hair and started wearing men's clothing. But the experiences of those years left a deep mark on my mind.
From high school to university graduation, every holiday I would go home and spend my evenings doing bondage exercises, but I didn't wear women's clothing. After graduation, I found a job in the city, and my life improved, but those ailments returned. I wondered if it was related to not wearing women's clothing. So I bought a dress: a white Chinese-style brocade top and a black silk long skirt. I also bought a wig, put it on at home, bonded myself up, knelt down and prayed to Buddha. After several days, the pain lessened again. It seems I really can't live without bondage now; there's no way around it. I'll just have to do it often.
With a better financial foundation, buying dresses became much easier. I gradually added women's tops, dresses, cheongsams, skirt suits, long skirts, and nightgowns. I also bought handcuffs and shackles. I also bought several wigs. Every day when I got home, I would change into women's clothes, put on a wig, pretend to be a young woman, put on handcuffs and shackles, do housework, turn on the TV, and tie myself up. I would kneel down to pray to Buddha. After that, I would watch TV while tied up. When I went to sleep, I would change into a nightgown, also put on handcuffs and shackles, and go to bed. Over
time, I made a few discoveries:
1. I look much more beautiful in women's clothes than in men's clothes. I'm only 1.69 meters tall. I have delicate features and naturally look like a girl, plus I speak softly, a bit effeminate. But when I dress up, I'm a complete beauty. When a beautiful woman is bound, her hands are behind her back, her breasts naturally stand out, and her entire body's curves are exposed, making her look at her most beautiful. When I see myself bound hand and foot in the mirror, I feel so pitiful, and I feel an indescribable excitement.
2. Speaking of bondage, I seem to have a special feeling. Although my hands are tightly bound together and hanging behind my back, which is a bit sore, the lack of freedom of movement creates a very special kind of stimulation, as if a warm current flows through my body. Sometimes I even feel a blue-haired, curly Buddha giving me energy, making me feel warm all over, with an indescribable comfort.
3. I came to worship Buddha in women's clothing, so I can only wear relatively formal clothing. I am not willing to wear certain sexy clothes such as miniskirts or bikinis. I also dislike things like gagging, wax dripping, enemas, gags, whipping, etc., which are considered forms of female abuse. I especially dislike pornographic or provocative photos. difyvr<@
I've been working alone for over a year, and new conflicts have arisen. I'm the only boy in my family, and my parents want me to carry on the family line. I'm also a young man, and men still have sexual desires. So, I need to find a partner who understands me, and these are things I can't just talk about with others. So I started looking online. After some effort, I finally found one. "v8pHer name is Xiaoli, she's very pretty, a little shorter than me, and most importantly, she understands me. >wo:kp3
We first met in a small grove. At the time, she was wearing a pink, traditional Chinese-style blouse and a long black skirt, dressed like a female student from the May Fourth Movement era. I immediately felt she was a traditional girl, exactly the kind of girl I was looking for. I told her my experiences in detail, and she expressed sympathy and understanding, and was willing to be friends with me. 6 "uu;q
The first time she came to my house, she wanted me to wear women's clothing. I put on a long cheongsam with red flowers and a white background, and she couldn't help but say, "Xiao Ya, you look much more beautiful in women's clothes than in men's clothes." I teased her, "Really? How does it compare to you?" "Much more beautiful than me, you're a real beauty!" "You're the real beauty." I took out a rope and asked her to tie me up. She smiled and started. I said, "Tie it tighter." She pulled the rope tighter. "Xiao Ya, you look so beautiful when you're tied up!" I said, "Really? Do you want to try?" "Yes!" I said, "You wear handcuffs and shackles. Next time I tie you up, I'll wear handcuffs and shackles." "Okay." She put on a light red dress, put on the handcuffs and shackles, and we knelt down to pray to Buddha. I said, "Xiao Li, you look beautiful even with handcuffs and shackles!" Xiao Li said, "Xiao Ya, you should tie me up with the rope, I really want to try." I said, "Tomorrow, today is too much trouble." She reluctantly fell silent.
The next evening, she arrived at my house early, and as soon as she entered, she loudly proclaimed, "Xiao Ya, I'm here! Tie me up!" Seeing she was carrying a large handbag, I said, "What's the rush? Why are you in such a hurry? What did you bring?" She smiled, opened the handbag, and took out a moon-white long cheongsam, saying, "Look, I made this, isn't it beautiful?" I exclaimed in surprise, "You can sew clothes?" "Yes," she replied, "You're truly a skilled tailor!" She proudly put on the cheongsam and said, "Come on." "When I looked, the perfectly tailored cheongsam clung to her exquisite body, her curves exposed before my eyes. She was truly graceful and beautiful, captivating and enchanting. She even twirled behind her back, her posture even more alluring. I scooped Xiaoli up and held her tightly to my chest. Her body pressed against my chest, and I felt a surge of excitement. A strange impulse welled up within me, making me feel incredibly comfortable. I couldn't help but say, 'Xiaoli, you're so beautiful!' She smiled smugly and said, 'Hurry up and tie her up.'" "I took out the rope and slowly began to tie her up. Xiaoli cooperated well with my actions. I first draped the rope over her shoulders, wrapped it down her arms to her wrists, tied a knot, then lifted it up, passed it through the slipknot at the back of her neck, and pulled it down tightly. Then I forked the rope at her waist, wrapped it around her arms, and tied a tight fork along her shoulders to her chest, before binding it tightly back down. (Of course, I didn't tie it too tightly.) With her hands bound and pulled upwards, she stood tall and proud, her full breasts even more erect. I made her walk around a few times, and seeing her standing so tall and proud, she really had the air of a strong woman. I stepped forward, grabbed her arms, and gently pulled her into my embrace, letting her full body, wrapped in her cheongsam, press against me, unwilling to leave for a long time." After binding me
, I changed into a sky-blue floor-length dress, put on a tortoise-shell binding, and then put the key to the handcuffs into Xiaoli's bound hands. I handcuffed my own hands behind my back. The two of us snuggled together, looking in the mirror. Ah! What a beautiful pair of sisters! We felt as sweet as candy. Xiaoli said to me, "Xiaoya, I really didn't know I looked so beautiful when I was bound. From now on, will you help me bind people often?" I said, "Wouldn't that make me a cruel executioner?" "No, I'll bind you too, then wouldn't I be an executioner too?" We both laughed heartily. I said, "Alright, let's worship the gods and Buddhas." The two of us knelt respectfully on the ground and kowtowed to the Buddha statue.
Afterwards, we sat on the sofa, still bound, talking. Xiao Li said, "Xiao Ya, your name sounds like Xiao Ya." I said, "I was called Xiao Ya when I was little." "Then I'll call you Brother Xiao Ya." I said, "Who calls someone like that?" She said, "Or, I'll call you Sister Xiao Ya." I said, "How can that be? I'm a boy." "No, look in the mirror, aren't you a beautiful woman?" I looked in the mirror, and a beautiful woman in a sky-blue dress, bound, was reflected there. I sighed and said, "Sister Xiao Ya it is!" Even now, she still calls me Sister Xiao Ya.
I brought my hands, which were handcuffed behind my back, to Xiao Li's bound hands, letting her fumble for the key to open the handcuffs. Then I untied her ropes, and I untied myself. We hugged each other tightly. From that
day on, every time she came, I would finish the housework early, get dressed, and wait for her to come so we could tie her up and pray to Buddha together. Then we would talk, but our sex life was limited to hugging and kissing, because we were afraid of offending Buddha.
A year later, we got married. After the wedding, we returned to our "bridal chamber," and looking at the beautiful bride in her snow-white wedding dress, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. "Little Ya, don't you want to tie me up anymore?" I said, "Little Li, today is our wedding day, let's not tie her up!" "No! I like being tied up in a wedding dress. I've never tried it before!" "Okay then." I found some rope and tied her up tightly. Of course, I tied her up loosely. "Little Ya, tie her up a little tighter." I'm afraid it will hurt you! "I'm not afraid, the tighter the tying, the stronger our love will be." "I had no choice but to tie her up tightly again. Looking at my beautifully bound wife, I was captivated. I carefully dressed myself up, applying light makeup, letting my long, fragrant, black wig cascade down like a waterfall; I wore a short-sleeved, narrow-waisted Chinese-style top with a shimmering silk sheen, its pale red base adorned with vibrant white peonies with green leaves; a long red skirt trailed to my feet, the iron chains of my shackles occasionally peeking out from the hem. I took out my camera. First, I snapped a few photos of Xiaoli, then set up the tripod, put on the handcuffs, pressed the automatic shutter, and, holding Xiaoli, took a picture of us together. Xiaoli said
, 'Sister Xiaoya, it's your turn.'" "I quickly untied her. I took off her wedding dress, and I took off my clothes too. I put on my wedding dress, and Xiaoli put on the clothes I had just worn. She picked up the rope and tied me up tightly. She took out the camera and took a picture of me tied up in my wedding dress, and then tied herself up. We took this 'unconventional' wedding dress photo together. Then we knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and asked Buddha to bless our whole family with peace.
After
the wedding, we prepared to go back to our hometown to visit our parents. Considering the actual situation in our hometown, we only brought some gifts for our parents and wore ordinary clothes, without even a skirt.
Our parents had been looking forward to having a grandson for a long time. They were naturally very happy to see us come back, especially to see the beautiful and simple Xiaoli. As soon as she entered the house, she kept calling out 'Mom and Dad' and helping with this and that. She was overjoyed. The villagers also praised her, saying, 'She is indeed a girl from a big city. She is so beautiful and so hardworking. Xiaoli is really lucky.'" "Some people said, 'Look at that girl, dressed so plainly, she's far worse off than the girls from our area who go out to work. She must be out of work in the city.' Others immediately retorted, 'Nonsense, she's a college graduate and a civil servant!' My mother quietly asked me if we were still going to tie ourselves to Buddha like before. I told her the situation, and she felt even more sorry for Xiaoli. Xiaoli asked my mother if I had passed my seven trials, and my mother said she didn't know. Xiaoli then asked her to take us to the 'expert' who
told my fortune. We walked more than ten miles of mountain road to the 'expert's' house. Upon entering, we saw an old man with white hair and a youthful face. We learned he was over eighty years old. He earnestly asked about our purpose, calculated our birth charts, and told us many things about Xiaoli's family history, many of which I didn't know. We were astonished. Finally, he said, 'Xiao Ya, you are truly blessed. You have such a supportive and helpful wife who has helped you a great deal!'" Xiao Li blushed and asked him, "Uncle, does he still have problems?" The old man said, "Of course he does, but with you by his side, the problems will be solved." Xiao Li asked, "Uncle, how should we solve it?" The old man said, "Let him go to jail, then kill him!" Xiao Li said anxiously, "No, wouldn't he die then? I won't do it!" The old man smiled kindly, "Silly girl, do you really need to kill someone? You just need to dress him up as Su San and Dou E. After seven days, he'll have passed one of his death trials. The rest, one each year, will be over in six years, and he'll be completely fine." I asked, "Uncle, then do we still need to bind and pray to Buddha frequently?" "What do you think?" "I don't know." The old man said, "Binding and praying to Buddha frequently can ward off disasters and promote good health." I asked, "If that's the case, why don't the criminals in prison who are frequently bound and prayed to ward off disasters and promote good health?" The old man smiled: “Those people did bad things, and they were forced to bind themselves; they weren’t doing it willingly, so it had no effect. You are different; you are doing it willingly, and the Bodhisattva will protect you.” I took out a hundred yuan and gave it to the old man, but he refused to accept it. After much persuasion, he finally accepted ten yuan. We said goodbye to the old man and returned home. My mother asked me if we were going to do it, and Xiaoli eagerly said, “Mom, don’t worry, we will definitely do as he says. But, Mom, you’ll have to wait a few more years to hold your grandson.” My mother smiled and said, “It’s okay, as long as my son is alright, even if it’s ten or eight years before I can hold my grandson, it’s fine!”
We left our parents and boarded the train back to the city. On the train, I asked Xiaoli, “Do you believe it?” Xiaoli said, “How so?” We're all university students, educated in atheism, and shouldn't believe these things. However, many things in the world can't be explained by science. Like this old man, he could tell me many things about my family's past. Can you say he's lying? Take this matter, for example. Your health is indeed much better than before. After more than a year of being bound, I feel my health has improved to varying degrees. I've read Lu Xun's "The Five-Chang Festival," which mentions that every year at their temple fair, people dressed as prisoners are paraded through the streets as a way of fulfilling vows. Also, I've read an article by Zhang Junqiu, saying that in the past, every female Peking Opera performer had to learn "The Woman's Release," wearing a bright red prison dress and a "fish-shaped cangue," supposedly to ward off evil and disaster. I've studied religious history and know that many religions in the past practiced asceticism, some involving binding, some using handcuffs and shackles. Were they just doing this for no reason? Let's err on the side of caution. What if it's true, and you die? What will I do then? "I said, 'That's what I think too. Let's go home and prepare.'
Back home, we quickly took a bath, changed into our long-unseen women's clothing, tied ourselves up, and respectfully knelt before the Buddha statue. Then we discussed how to implement the 'Su San and Dou E' plan.
First, we determined the timing. We both work, so we can only carry it out on holidays. After much thought, we decided to do it during the May Day Golden Week. There are still more than two months until May Day, enough time to prepare." Secondly, we needed the necessary equipment. We had all seen plays like "The Woman's Release" and " The Injustice
to Dou E," and knew that Su San and Dou E wore death row clothes and death row cangues. However, in many theatrical genres, Su San wore a "fish cangue," a more aesthetically pleasing form of torture that made female prisoners look beautiful. Since we couldn't easily replicate it ourselves, we decided to make one based on the death row cangue worn by Dou E. We found a carpenter and told him we were from a theatrical troupe and needed a wooden cangue as a performance prop. The carpenter readily agreed to make it for us. He finished it in less than an hour. It was a long wooden cangue weighing over twenty pounds, divided into two halves. Each half had a small hole, big enough to fit a hand. When the two halves were joined, there was a large hole in the middle, just big enough to fit a person's neck. A pin was attached to the cangue for locking. We happily took it home.
Finally, there was the issue of clothing. The prison uniform Su San wore, in most operas, was a bright red robe and trousers, sometimes with a white skirt. I felt this kind of clothing blurred the lines between men and women and wasn't very aesthetically pleasing. Just then, the TV station aired the Huangmei Opera series "Yu Tang Chun," in which Su San wore a red robe and a long white skirt—very beautiful. Xiao Li agreed, so she bought some red and white silk and copied the outfit, adding trim and embroidering flowers. Wow, it was truly beautiful! Following this design, she bought more red silk and made a set of Dou E's prison robe and skirt, and the preparations were complete. The completion of these two outfits sparked Xiaoli
's inspiration. She bought some inexpensive fabric and created a batch of ethnic minority costumes: flowing long skirts from the Korean ethnic group, beautiful dresses from the Uyghur ethnic group, tight-fitting short tops and long skirts from the Dai ethnic group, wide-hemmed long pleated skirts from the Yi ethnic group, and even "Tang suits," "Hanfu," and the like—in short, all Chinese ethnic costumes (we are all lovers of Chinese ethnic costumes and don't particularly like Western clothing). This way, we can wear our beloved ethnic costumes and perform the binding and worship ritual. We believe that the gods and Buddhas will also like this, because they are all Easterners. On the eve of the May Day Golden Week, I put on the red prison clothes that Su San wore, then a long white silk prison skirt, put on a long wig, and tied my hair into a loose bun. I knelt down and asked
Xiao Li to put the wooden shackles on me. The large hole in the shackles was just big enough to fit my neck. I put my hands through the two small holes and had Xiao Li put handcuffs on me and shackles on my feet. I stood up and slowly walked into the small room that had been prepared beforehand. I sat on the floor, and Xiao Li brought me a large mirror. I was overjoyed to see a peerless beauty in shackles and chains in the mirror. How exhilarating! After more than an hour, my shoulders slowly started to ache, and the pain became heavier and heavier. I endured it without saying a word. Slowly, the pain changed. It turned into a warm current, and my whole body felt warm and comfortable. I was enjoying the pleasure of dressing up as Su San in shackles and chains. But as time went on, this joy turned into hardship. My whole body was numb, and sweat poured from my head and body. Xiao Li saw my condition and felt sorry for me. She wiped the sweat away with a towel, brought an electric fan to cool me down, and then brought a teapot, putting the spout to my mouth to feed me tea. Soon, I felt much better. Xiao Li stayed by my side all night, taking care of me. When I was hungry, she fed me; when I needed to use the toilet, she brought me a bedpan and helped me. When she wasn't busy, she talked to me. And while doing all this, she was dressed in the red silk robes and skirts of Dou E, wearing handcuffs and shackles—the only difference between her and me was that she wasn't wearing any shackles. I truly felt that having such a wife was a blessing I had earned in my past life! I slept against the wall, while Xiao Li slept on the floor. I told her to go back to her room to sleep, but she refused. She insisted on staying with me in prison. He said, "Husbands and wives should share joys and sorrows. How can I leave you alone to enjoy happiness?" 5226 &n
One night passed. In the morning, Xiao Li woke up. She first brought a chamber pot, lifted my skirt, and helped me relieve myself. Then she brought a basin of water to wash my face. After that, she made breakfast. When the breakfast was ready, she fed me first until I was full, and then ate herself. After breakfast, she noticed that my neck was chafed red from the wooden shackles, so she found a new towel and stuffed it into the shackle hole to cover my neck so it wouldn't chafe. She unlocked her handcuffs and shackles, took off her prison clothes and skirt, changed into a floral print blouse, and wore a sky-blue long skirt. She washed her prison clothes and skirt, hung them out to dry, and then went to buy groceries. Before leaving, she brought a small tape recorder, loaded a cassette tape, and placed it in my hand, saying, "It's Buddhist music called 'Universal Salvation.' Listen to it! I'm leaving." Alone at home, wearing wooden shackles, listening to the Buddhist music, I slowly felt a blue-haired, curly-haired Buddha on my head, radiating energy, and waves of warmth spreading throughout my body... And so, I spent six and a half days. During those six and a half days, Xiao Li wore handcuffs and shackles every day, staying with me in prison, feeding me, helping me with my bodily functions, and washing my body. However, these prison clothes couldn't be taken off and washed; otherwise, I wouldn't look like a prisoner. So, I let them be dirty. Finally
, on the afternoon of the last day of the May Day Golden Week, Xiao Li unlocked my wooden shackles, handcuffs, and leg irons. I slowly got up from the ground, stretched my aching muscles, took off Su San's sin clothes and skirt, and immediately took a hot bath. Xiao Li soaked the clothes she had changed out of in water with laundry detergent to make it easier to clean the clothes she had worn for six days. Then, she dressed me in red silk sin clothes and skirt, and used a thick, double-stranded hemp rope to tie me tightly around the back of my neck, shoulders, arms, and wrists. Especially when she pulled hard down through the double-stranded hemp rope around my neck, my two tightly bound hands were tautly suspended high behind my back. oojir7i
then threaded the rope end through the tightly bound wrist and tied a knot. She wrapped the excess rope around her arms twice, above and below her breasts, and then tied a knot at her wrist. She then separated the rope, ran it over her shoulders, and brought it together again near her neck, tying another knot. She then tied the two remaining strands together in another knot. Next, she inserted a wooden plaque inscribed with "The Name of the Female Killer, Xiao Ya" onto the rope binding her wrist. She then took the two remaining rope ends, separated them, ran them over her shoulders to her back, and tied them to the plaque to secure it. All of this was completed in just a few minutes. I truly admired Xiao Li's meticulousness; I noticed she was wearing... Wearing a bright red jacket and a long, flowing red skirt that reached her ankles, she took out a large wooden sword and paraded me around the room, shouting, "Go! Go!" After circling me several times, she ordered me to kneel, ripped off the wooden plaque for the dead, and commanded me to lower my head before slashing at my neck with the sword. ... I fell to the ground, motionless, as if truly dead. After about ten minutes, Xiaoli helped me up and gently said, "Sister Xiaoya, we're done." I felt as if I had truly escaped death. It felt like a complete rebirth. I felt an indescribable comfort, filled with the joy of rebirth. After that, we still often tied ourselves up to worship Buddha. Sometimes we would wear flowing Korean dresses, dressed as the wronged Dae Jang Geum; sometimes we would wear tight-fitting short tops and long skirts, dressed as Dai girls... However, Xiao
Li's favorite was a dress worn by a village girl from the Song Dynasty. The top was a red, diagonally-fastened top without buttons, tied with a ribbon on the upper left side. The bottom was a grass-green pleated floor-length skirt. The sleeves of the top were flared, but without the flowing sleeves seen on stage. My favorite clothes were the red-flowered, white-ground long cheongsam I wore when we first met, and the snow-white wedding dress I wore on my wedding day. The clothes I wore this time, which were considered sinful, have been washed and stored away, to be used again next year.

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