Dangerous self-bondage - self-torture

"Finally, it's vacation time!" I thought to myself, sitting in the car. "I can go to the villa again!" The villa is built on a mountain in the Yanshan Mountains. From Beijing, I took a train to Jixian, then transferred to a bus to the flower market. We got off at a small village with fewer than a hundred households along the way, and the rest of the way, we had to walk. After nearly three hours of driving and then climbing more than 20 li (about 10 kilometers) of mountain road, I was so tired that I couldn't breathe when I arrived. There was no other way; to get away from the crowds and avoid any disturbances so we could play our games in peace, I had to endure the fatigue. The real owner of this villa is Xiaoling. She, Mengmeng, and I are the best of friends, and we also share an amazing interest—SM. So, it was only natural for me to come here.
I was in the first group—I came first to clean the room. The other two would come tomorrow—bringing a week's worth of supplies. Then, the three of us would spend a week here for our once-a-semester yu-xian-yu-si. It took almost four hours to clean up the entire villa. "This place is huge!" I thought. "Xiaoling's dad is really rich. His daughter is only in high school and he built her such a luxurious villa, plus the money to buy the whole mountain—sigh! These rich people!" "But then again, if it weren't for this, where would we have a place to play so much? And don't rich people's daughters also like to be tortured just like us?" "There's nothing else to do. We just finished dinner, it's too early to go to bed. Why don't I do it myself first?" No sooner said than done, I went to the storage room and brought out a bunch of props: bamboo poles, pulleys, sacks filled with sand, fake ancient artifacts, flea eggs, clothespins, cloth strips... and most importantly, several ropes and threads of different thicknesses.
First, I need to set up the automatic device to suspend me, choosing the living room as the location: one pulley fixed to the ceiling beam, the other a movable pulley; find the thickest hemp rope, tie one end firmly to the beam, and the other end through the two pulleys and then to a sack filled with sand; support the sack with three bamboo poles like a camera tripod, but the ends of the poles are not tied together, one pole is held against the small hole at the bottom of the sack to prevent the sand from leaking out before I'm hoisted; tie another hemp rope with a hook at the end to the movable pulley; adjust the length of each section of rope, position the hooks, and everything is ready. Next, I'll go to the kitchen and get a knife, sticking it into a tree about half a kilometer away from the villa, at about head height. Without it, I'll be tied up until Xiaoling and the others arrive tomorrow afternoon—my self-bondage is absolutely perfect. But even with it, it'll be difficult enough. All the other sharp objects are locked in the storage room, the key placed on top of the kitchen cabinet.
Finally, I locked the gate and the house door, throwing the keys to the basement and the lawn in the garden, respectively. "Now it's time to teach you a lesson!" I said fiercely to myself in the mirror. It's ridiculous that I encountered resistance while undressing myself, but I like it this way; I like making everything as realistic as possible. Next comes the crucial self-bondage: First, I stuff my mouth shut—I crumpled the underwear I just took off into a small ball and shoved it forcefully into my mouth. Then I took a strip of cloth, tied a knot in the middle, and tightened it in my mouth, making sure the knot pressed firmly against the underwear. I tried to scream a few times, but only muffled sounds came out. I shook my head, but it didn't budge at all. "Very good, time to tie them up." He took out a roughly 20-meter-long, finger-thick hemp rope, folded it in half, and looped it around the back of my fair neck, tying five knots in front of my body. Then he took two fake ancient artifacts, one large and one small, and inserted them into my vagina and anus respectively: "Ugh...ugh...ugh!" With a feeling that was hard to describe as either pain or pleasure, I cried out, but my tightly gagged mouth could only produce muffled low moans. He continued, threading the rope through the buckles at the bottom of the fake ancient artifacts, passing it between my legs and pulling it upwards from behind. This secured the two fake ancient artifacts firmly, preventing them from slipping out even a fraction of an inch no matter how I twisted or jumped. "Hmm...ah!" I felt my lower body starting to get wet? The rope, after passing through the rope behind my neck, was pulled taut and split to both sides, going around my armpits to the front, passing through the short ropes between the first and second knots, then pulled back, crossing in the middle of my spine, then back to the front, passing through the short ropes between the second and third knots… In this way, when the rope was knotted at the base of my thighs, my upper body was already bound by a dense net of rope. The first and second ropes squeezed my breasts in the middle, and the knotted ropes made my nipples stand out even more, my two pink nipples already erect with excitement. I carefully adjusted the net of rope in front of the mirror, making it more aesthetically pleasing, and gently swayed my body. “Oh…” A feeling of tightness immediately spread throughout my body.
It was time to bind my legs. I took out a longer rope, about 30 meters long. It was folded in half, wrapped around the slender waist from behind, symmetrically brought to the front, passed between the thighs, crossed, wrapped around from the back and down the other side, tightened, and knotted; pulled down diagonally by ten centimeters, wrapped around the top, passed between the thighs, crossed, wrapped around from the back and down the other side, tightened, and knotted… This was repeated about ten times until the rope reached the ankles. The two ropes, one on the left and one on the right, continuously twisted up and down, finally returning to the middle of the feet. Starting from the ankles, sections of rope were tied tightly in the middle, finally returning to the groin of the thighs behind the back, and tied together with the rope end of the tortoise-shell binding on the upper body. “Perfect!” I thought, stroking my legs, bound like lotus roots. “No, this isn’t enough!” I saw at the end of the legs a pair of delicate white feet that could move up and down. I picked out a thin hemp thread from the pile of ropes and aimed it at her little feet. Soon, those fair little feet were tightly bound by the crisscrossing hemp threads, all ten delicate toes wrapped and tied tightly. Only her arms remained—the greatest enemy of self-bondage. But I had already devised a way to deal with them: First, following the style of the expert's little hands, I bound her upper body, binding only the upper half of her arms—six horizontal hemp ropes above and below her breasts, four more around her waist and abdomen, and the rope below her breasts threaded between her body and arms, pulling it taut behind her back, the final knot tied at the base of her thighs. This way, once bound, her hands couldn't reach them no matter what; in fact, reaching them was already quite difficult. Next was the most difficult part, the essence of this self-bondage—her wrists. First, take a 10-meter-long hemp rope, fold it in half, and tie a slipknot at one end of the fold. Leave the folded end open to form a loop. A short distance away from the slipknot, cross the two ropes and tie a knot with a hole in the middle. Hook the hole and the loop at the top of the slipknot onto the prepared hooks. This way, as long as the knot isn't removed from the hook, it won't tighten no matter how much you pull. Then, pass the other end of the rope from above and down behind your back, and tie another slipknot. After finishing the preparations, I struggled to my feet, jumping several times before I could stand. I was drenched in sweat, the rope binding me relentlessly causing me pain. I gasped for breath, noticing that my lower body was already soaked. "It's not time yet," I told myself, as I slipped my hands into the knots from both sides, bent over, making a 90-degree angle between my upper body and legs, and hooked my head towards the hook on the wall. I jumped back a few times, tightening the knots binding my hands and pulling the entire rope taut. My hands were firmly bound and pulled towards my neck as much as possible, maintaining a pull in the opposite direction to the hook. I hopped around, pulling the rope towards my buttocks, then twisted left and right as much as I could, jumping back a couple of times to tightly wrap the excess rope around my wrists. Finally, I put another slip knot around my wrists, removed the knot from the first hook, and pulled the slip knot tight. "There's no choice, you can't escape now," I told myself.
Chapter Two
: Bound tightly, I jumped with difficulty to the dressing mirror. "Wow! So beautiful!" My already exquisite figure was made even more curvaceous by the ropes. A white cloth strip was held between my two red lips; my high breasts were made even fuller by the ropes; my rounded shoulders and two slender arms were tightly bound to my sides; my flat stomach rose and fell under the rope net; further down, several brown hemp ropes snaked into the black grass; my long legs were turned into white and reddish lotus roots by sections of rope; my fair and slender feet looked like they were wearing shoes woven from hemp thread, and my whole body was soaked with sweat.
After catching my breath, I checked my watch: seven o'clock. I endured the pain throughout my body and hopped into the living room, landing under the prepared device. I turned my back, letting the hook attach to the rope behind me. "It's starting," I told myself, carefully pressing the remote control switch on the floor with my little toe. "Ugh...ugh!!" The two fake ancient artifacts began to throb mercilessly, a wave of intense pleasure washing over me. Instinctively, I desperately twisted my hips, but this only caused excruciating pain. The relentless ropes gnawed at my entire body—a tingling, numb, itchy, and painful sensation; I almost fainted.
"Not yet, I still need to be suspended!" I told myself, enduring the pleasure and pain, I jumped upwards with all my might, bending my legs as I landed. My entire weight pulled the rope on the pulley, lifting the sandbag slightly. The bamboo poles supporting it collapsed, and then the sandbag, by its own weight and the pulley that saved half the effort, lifted me into the air. "Done!" Hearing the bamboo poles fall, I felt a surge of excitement. Immediately afterward, my feet, which should have been on the ground, stopped in mid-air, then rose into the air, stopping abruptly when they were about 50 centimeters off the ground. The sandbag also remained suspended in mid-air, the fine sand slowly flowing from the small hole at the bottom to the floor. According to my calculations, it would take about two hours for more than half of the sand to flow out before I was put down. Before that, any struggle would be futile.
The fake ancient artifacts in my xiao-xue and hou-ting twisted and vibrated wildly, and with the ropes tightening all over my body while I was being suspended, the pain seemed to reach its peak. I couldn't help but want to scream, but my underwear and cloth strips were firmly plugged in my mouth, and only whimpering, humming, ah...ah... could be heard. I tried to remove the fake ancient artifacts, but my hands were firmly bound behind my back, and I couldn't move an inch. Helpless, I had no choice but to twist my whole body, even though this only brought more pain, the stimulation in my xiao-xue and hou-ting made it impossible for me not to struggle. A naked beauty, her body tightly bound by rough hemp rope, was suspended in mid-air. Stimulated by the fake ancient artifact, she writhed wildly, her firm breasts trembling incessantly. Her tightly gagged mouth emitted continuous moans and screams. Sweat and vaginal fluids mingled, flowing down her thighs to her feet, and then to the ground. Such a lewd scene would turn any impotent man into a beast. But I felt it wasn't perfect: the absence of a whip and candles was disheartening. So I tried to imagine: an ugly, sleazy little man—being abused by such a man would inflict even greater humiliation—wielding a thorny cane to brutally whip my entire body, occasionally pinching and twisting my breasts and other sensitive areas with his thin, grimy hands, leaving bleeding wounds and bruises on my delicate skin.
"Ah! Ugh... Ugh!" I twisted my body from side to side, trying to avoid the whipping thorns, occasionally curling my legs and then kicking hard, trying to drive the man away. But the tight rope binding my body effectively restricted my movements, and that filthy man easily avoided my attacks, grinning as he gave me an even more brutal punishment: a drop of scalding candle wax dripped onto my nipple, "Ah... Ah... Ahh!!" Indistinct moans escaped from my tightly bound mouth. But that madman had no mercy, and more wax dripped onto me... Under the dual impact of reality and illusion, I reached orgasm. After more than an hour of twisting and struggling, I was exhausted and panting, my legs hanging limply, and the exhaustion after the orgasm made my consciousness blur... When I woke up again, I was lying on my side on the floor, it was completely dark, and the lights in the living room were off. Fortunately, it was a full moon. By the moonlight, I looked up at the clock on the wall—it was almost ten. "Looks like I've been out here for over half an hour." The fake ancient artifact had long since run out of power, and the lewd man was gone. Only the ropes binding my body and the underwear in my mouth still restricted my freedom.
"Ugh!! Ugh!" I struggled to sit up, moved towards the wall, and used it to slowly stand up. My body, which had been numb from being bound, was now aroused by the tingling and numb pain. "Ah... huff... ah... huff..." I groaned and panted. "So tired! I'll rest for a bit before untying myself." I hopped back to my bedroom, taking three quick steps, and collapsed onto the bed.

Chapter 3
A ray of sunlight shone into the room through the thin gauze curtains. "Ugh..." I instinctively tried to get up and stretch, to greet the new day. But as soon as I straightened up, my hands, which should have been used to support myself on the bed, wouldn't obey me. They remained rooted to the spot behind my back. "Ugh!!" With a muffled gasp, my raised upper body crashed heavily back onto the bed. Normally, following the movement of my upper body, I should have then stick my butt out, tucked my legs forward, temporarily supporting my weight on my arms, and finally knelt on the bed to stretch—this was my morning ritual. But today, it backfired: my upper body, which should have been upright, fell back down, but my butt remained up, my legs curling up as well. In an instant, I lost my balance and lurched to the left. "Ugh!!" I screamed, trying to reach out and stop it, but my hands not only didn't move, but also sent a tingling pain back.
The opportunity was fleeting. With a distorted scream, I rolled irrevocably towards the edge of the bed and then crashed heavily to the floor. Face down, back up, my breasts were pressed beneath me, a tingling, itchy sensation spreading through my nipples, accompanied by a tingling, numb, painful, and itchy feeling throughout my body. This filled my mind, which should have instantly cleared, with a pleasure that almost made me faint. "Ah!!" Suddenly, a series of twisting and vibrating movements entered my anus and vagina. Panicked, I immediately twisted my body, trying to turn over, to sit up, to see what was happening, and even more so, to reach out and stop it… But all my efforts were in vain. I couldn't turn over, couldn't sit up, couldn't see what was happening, and couldn't reach out to stop it… Only the tightness of the bindings and the twisting movements in my anus and vagina dispelled the remaining sleepiness and awakened yesterday's memories.
"Oh, right, I wasn't untied yesterday, I should still be bound! The battery has recovered some power after resting overnight." Thinking this, I laboriously turned my head: Ah! The dense ropes bound every inch of my body as tightly as they had last night; I tried to shout, "Ugh... mmm!!" but my gagged mouth could only utter low moans. Realizing this, my panic instantly turned into excitement. Accompanied by waves of pleasure from below, I struggled violently, letting the tightness spread throughout my body, while my mouth, still covered in my underwear, cried out and moaned... ... The battery didn't last long, but it was enough for me to reach orgasm. When the fake ancient artifact stopped, the floor was covered in wet patches, I didn't know if it was sweat or... "You came as soon as you woke up this morning, you're really lewd!" I said to myself as I lay on the floor. I looked up at the clock—it was almost ten o'clock. "Oh no!" I was startled. I had planned to get up early to untie myself, but I had overslept, and with the earlier incident, the sun was already high in the sky. Although it was private land, the villagers from the foot of the mountain sometimes sneaked up—taking a shortcut.
Going out now, I might run into a couple. In this impoverished backwater without even running water, many men never find a wife in their entire lives. If they saw me naked and bound, even God couldn't imagine what would happen. "I'd better not go out," I told myself. But with my self-binding methods, I wouldn't be able to untie myself without something sharp. Besides the knife stuck outside, all the sharp objects in the villa had been locked in the storage room beforehand, the key to which was on top of the kitchen cabinet. That cabinet was almost a meter higher than me; normally, there was a special platform with stairs for accessing things, but now, with my hands and feet bound, there was no way I could reach it.
I was so anxious I was almost crying—if I couldn't untie myself, I'd have to wait for Xiaoling and Mengmeng to arrive. I usually pride myself on being the best self-bondage expert in the world, and seeing me in this embarrassing state was so humiliating. Besides being mocked and subjected to their abuse, the worst part was being the first to be "sent home"—this was something we decided after we left last time: from now on, we'd have a new bondage game, a competitive one. The method was: a round-robin tournament where two people would abuse one person, each person getting a turn until the abused person begged for mercy. The timed comparison would determine who lasted the shortest and would be punished—a week later, when I went home, I'd be stripped naked, tied up, and draped in a trench coat while the other two escorted me home.
Knowing their usual temperaments, if they saw me make a major mistake, they wouldn't even bother with the competition; I'd definitely be the one sent home, and I might be tied up for a whole week. People say "a moment of crisis brings forth ingenuity," and it's true! I suddenly remembered there were several flower beds in the yard, all made of cement and covered with colorful pebbles. They were originally for aesthetic purposes, but now they'd become my saviors. Although I might be seen by passersby in the yard, at least I had a place to hide, and the gate was locked, making it much safer. They probably wouldn't arrive until 2 PM, so I had four hours. Without further ado, I grabbed the key to the house—I'd thrown it in the basement—and had to get it before leaving. I sat on the floor, slowly shuffling to the wall, leaning my back against it, and using the wall for support, inching my way up. Perhaps it was from being tied up for so long, or maybe from the consecutive orgasms, but my whole body felt completely exhausted, with no strength left.
The tight ropes binding me were causing constant pain. Every few jumps, I had to stop and rest. Finally, I reached the basement door, laboriously arched it open, and before me lay a steep, winding staircase. Jumping down standing up would surely result in a bloody head injury. I had no choice but to lean against the wall and slowly sit down, then slowly descend the stairs, one step at a time. With each step, the fake ancient artifact inserted into my vagina and groin would relentlessly thrust in and out, while the rope binding my body dug deep into my flesh as I bent my legs. The pain and excitement forced me to stop and catch my breath repeatedly. The dozen or so steps seemed endless. I can't say when I discovered this fetish. I like to tie myself up and admire myself in front of a mirror. In other words, I like BDSM. But I don't like men's ancient artifacts entering my vagina. I hate their things because it takes a while to use them again afterward, and they always ejaculate that sticky white fluid on me—it's disgusting. In contrast, I prefer electric dildos. Because they can satisfy me anytime, anywhere, and I can choose the length, thickness, and type I want.
My name is Xiaowen, I'm 20 years old, and I started buying electric sex toys when I was 16. I now own over a hundred. If you include electric vibrators, dilators, and vaginal speculum, the number is countless. My boyfriends are just tools to help me achieve high-difficulty SM. Having sex with them is just giving them a little treat. I currently live alone in a detached villa. Every time I'm in school, I fantasize about being a slave with shackles on my feet and handcuffs on my hands. So, whenever I need to take notes in class, my hands unconsciously come together and move together, as if they were truly locked together. I like vibrating sex toys. Every morning before school, I choose two electric sex toys and insert them into my vagina, the size depending on my mood. Usually, I first use the mushroom head of the electric sex to rub against the entrance of my vagina, letting vaginal fluid slowly flow out. Then I lubricated the electric vibrator with vaginal fluid to help it enter my vagina smoothly. Then I lubricated the other vibrator with the same vaginal fluid and slowly inserted it into my anus.
My method has always been different from others. Other women, if they have vibrators in both holes, will insert the thinner one into their anus and the thicker one into their vagina. But after using a dilator, I prefer to insert the thicker one into my anus and the thinner one into my vagina. The thinner one is still 3-5 centimeters in diameter; something most girls wouldn't even dare to dream of is commonplace for me. I inserted both vibrators all the way in, and then put on the iron chastity belt. This is my favorite; I bought it on my 18th birthday. Its most distinctive feature is that it was a size smaller than my normal size when I bought it. It always digs tightly into my flesh. If I wear it for a day, it will definitely bleed; my flesh gets chafed and bleeds every time. But I just love it. Two years have passed, and my body has changed; it seems even smaller now.
Every time I hold it, I feel a mixture of anticipation and fear, and this time is no exception. Nevertheless, I put it on. I tightened it, the iron chastity belt squeezing the two ancient electric devices deep into my flesh. I felt the mushroom head of the ancient device inserted into my vagina had penetrated deep into my uterus. And the one inserted into my anus seemed to have reached my rectum. Pain accompanied by immense pleasure descended upon me. More vaginal fluid flowed out, and my anus secreted an unknown substance. With a crisp click, the iron chastity belt was locked onto my genitals; at least until tonight, it wouldn't leave me. I turned on the two ancient devices, adjusting them to the low vibration setting. This vibration would keep me excited all day. I took a roll of fishing line and tied my body into a net-like shape. Since I'm wearing that iron chastity belt today, let my genitals rest. So I just wrapped the string around myself, not letting it rub against my breasts.
I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself for a few minutes, then checked the time—time for school. As usual, I didn't wear a bra today, just put on my clothes. The clothes were thick, making them look a bit conservative. I didn't want those stinky men to see my beautiful body bound up like that, so being conservative was fine. I didn't wear underwear either. I only wear underwear a few times a month, during my period. I usually use tampons, and I need underwear to hold them in place to prevent them from falling off. I decided to wear a long skirt to school today, so I could lock a 2cm long leather belt around my thighs near my knees to restrict my movement. Then I put on 4-inch high heels. Okay, I could walk. In class, except when I was taking notes, I hardly paid attention to the lesson. Because the constant vibrations of my two orifices kept me in a state of excitement. I sat still in my seat the whole morning, afraid I would lose control. I
could have gone home at noon. I didn't have class in the afternoon, but my girlfriends insisted on dragging me shopping, and I couldn't refuse. So I went with them, wearing 4-inch high heels and a 2cm long leather strap around my knees, restricting my movement. The worst part was that two ancient artifacts kept giving me orgasms. Having to put on a smiling face in front of my friends, laughing and joking with them, was a cruel punishment. Finally, around 3 pm, we parted ways at the street corner and went home. I felt some pain in my genitals. I knew it must be my penis being chafed and bleeding again by the iron chastity belt. I really wanted to lie in bed and masturbate right away. My hand unconsciously reached for it. But I hadn't lost my mind; I stopped myself. Walking home from here would take half an hour, and if I took the bus, some pervert might see that I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, which wouldn't be good. Finally, I chose to walk home. The whole way was so painful. Every step was difficult. Sweat soaked through my clothes and skirt, and the wound felt even worse from being soaked in sweat. Near home, I noticed small water droplets on the path I'd walked on. It seemed like they'd fallen from my body. So that was my vaginal fluid. Thankfully, no one noticed. Anyway, home was right there, so I started running. I reached the door, opened it, and rushed inside. Bang! The door slammed shut behind me.
My heart calmed down a little. I took off all my clothes, climbed into bed, and took the key from the bedside table to unlock the chastity belt. I couldn't hold back anymore. I impatiently rubbed my vulva with my hand. But that didn't satisfy my desire. So I turned the vibrating dildo to its highest setting. Three minutes later, I reached orgasm. I forcefully pulled out the vibrating dildo from my vagina. Vaginal fluid and semen gushed out as the dildo was stimulated. I didn't have the strength to turn off the dildo in my vagina. I fell asleep while the dildo continued to vibrate. When I woke up, it was already dark. The dildo in the dildo had stopped automatically because the battery was dead. I turned on the light and found that the sheet under me was soaked with my vaginal fluid. It looked like a child had wet the bed. I felt very satisfied. I slowly pulled out the dildo from the dildo. The rope binding me with the glass wire was really hard to untie, so I took a knife and cut all the wires binding me, then took it to the kitchen and threw it in the trash. There wasn't much glass wire left at home; I'll have to buy some more tomorrow. I unbuckled the belt below my knees, freeing my legs.
Thinking about it, I should take a shower. And then I'll go to the toilet to relieve myself. I don't squat to urinate anymore. I watched a movie where a woman's urethra was connected to a ureter by a man with a switch, preventing her from urinating freely. I tried to imitate the movie, and it's funny to remember the first time I inserted a ureter. That time, it hurt a lot when I inserted the thin tube into her urethra, but I didn't give up and kept going. Unexpectedly, urine started flowing uncontrollably after it went in, making a mess everywhere. Only then did I understand why the man installed a switch to control the woman's urination. So I installed a switch too, and never pulled the ureter out again. Now I'm used to standing in front of the mirror and using a catheter to urinate into a glass bottle. But I can't do that at school. So I usually don't go to the toilet at school. I go at home. I'm never worried about not being able to hold my pee. Because even if I can't, I have to. If I don't turn on the valve, the urine can't flow out. After leaving the toilet, I think about taking a shower.
Before showering, I tie myself up again. Every time I shower, I tie myself up with yarn. Because when my whole body is tightly bound by yarn in the water, the yarn absorbs water and shrinks, making the restraint tighter and more pleasurable, especially my genitals. After I'm completely tied up, I put on handcuffs and leg irons. Then I immerse myself in the bathtub. The yarn shrinks, and the pleasure immediately arises. After I adjust for a while, I start washing my whole body. I'm used to having my hands and feet bound while showering.
After a while, when I'm almost done washing, I start thinking about where I'll sleep tonight. I rarely sleep in my bed at night; the bed is just a place for me to rest briefly when I get home. I spend half my time sleeping in the pet cages. I have many of those cages. I also spend some time sleeping on the rocking horse. Sleeping on the rocking horse is my favorite thing to do. I rarely sleep in bed. I'll sleep in the cage again tonight because my lower body is really sore, but it's to punish myself for being too lazy. Tomorrow is Sunday anyway. I'll punish myself by riding the rocking horse all day tomorrow. After showering, I used a knife to cut off the wet yarn wrapped around my body and threw it in the trash can. I put on a red dog collar, a gag, and a long iron chain, which connected to handcuffs and then to leg irons. Then I clipped two red clips to my nipples.
I walked around the room to check that the doors and windows were closed. After all, I'm going to lock myself up, and if someone comes in, I won't be able to resist at all. Then I went to the shed, took out a cage, squeezed inside, and closed the cage door from the inside. I locked it with a padlock. The key is on the collar. I spent the night curled up like that. In the morning, I managed to open the cage door with the key and climbed out. After washing up, I removed all the equipment from my body. Naked, I went down to the basement. Seeing the wooden horse, I felt a surge of excitement. My genitals involuntarily began to secrete fluid. The wooden horse was simply a triangular piece of wood, pointed at the top, supported by four wooden strips, with a horse's head carved in the front. A woman riding on it had the pointed end rubbing against her sensitive vulva—a form of extremely painful torture. I had another set of equipment in the basement, specifically for riding the wooden horse. I began to prepare. First, I put on a gag. Then, I put on nose hooks and mounted the wooden horse. My feet were shackled to the bottom of the horse. Unlike the chains used at night, the chains for the wooden horse, with my feet dangling, had a 10-kilogram solid iron ball hanging below, further intensifying the torture on my vulva. Then, I clipped two clamps to my nipples, which were suspended from the ceiling by ropes, pulling on my breasts. Because of the gag in my mouth, I couldn't make a sound. I tied my long hair to the rope hanging from the shed. I placed my hands in front of the horse's head and handcuffed them. I had to hold the key tightly in my hands at all times. That was my desire. Of course, I had to accept my punishment. It was a little past six in the morning, and I had to ride the wooden horse until night fell…

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