I'm bound by you

The key to the handcuffs hung in front of the collar. I tried to struggle, but couldn't break free. Although they were only about 10 centimeters away from my hands, those 10 centimeters separated me from freedom. I could only admire how perfectly I had bound myself, so much so that I couldn't untie myself. I could only kneel there quietly, waiting for my self-enslavement plan to proceed step by step.
My hands, bound behind my back, could no longer wipe away the drool that kept flowing. The saliva overflowing my mouth poured through the large hole in the gag, gathering more and more at my lips, then flowing down my chin, finally dripping in a beautiful, glistening arc onto my chest. I could only let the saliva flow down, quickly soaking a large area of my chest, then continuing down my thighs and finally dripping to the ground.
Suddenly, a faint, low buzzing sound came from my lower body, accompanied by intense vibrations. The vibrator inside me had finally been turned on, and a tingling pleasure gradually gathered within me. I reveled in the feeling of being restrained, fantasizing about kneeling on the ground, enslaved and wantonly humiliated, unable to resist. The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, spreading throughout my body. I eagerly awaited that blissful moment, but then everything stopped.
"No~~~~"
I was utterly disappointed. It was so close! Why did it have to stop now? If the vibrations could last even two or three more seconds, I could have reached that blissful state. But what could I do? I could only wait, wait for the next vibration to begin.
Just then, I heard footsteps outside the bedroom door. I knew it must be Yong; he had my room key. My heart leaped into my throat. Although I had mentioned my self-bondage preference to Yong, he had never seen my self-bondage before, and we had never engaged in any such activities. I felt I was fully prepared mentally for this first time, to reveal such a dark side of myself to Yong. But as the moment actually approached, I felt an overwhelming sense of regret. I had completely lost the courage to face anyone else in this state. I struggled desperately, trying to break free of my restraints before Yong came in, but all my struggles were futile. My self-restraints were too perfect; the possibility of breaking free was zero. I had no choice but to kneel there, waiting for the most shameful moment to arrive.
I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom in the bedroom. I knew Yong had read the note I left outside the door and gone to take a shower, and would be coming to the study soon. The vibrator inside me started humming again at an inopportune moment. If Yong came in and saw me indulging in self-gratification, it would undoubtedly be even more embarrassing. The sound of water stopped, and a moment later, with a creak, the study door opened. Accompanied by an overwhelming sense of shame, I reached an unprecedented climax. My face flushed red, I couldn't even look Yong in the eye. My pathetic state made me wish I could disappear into a hole. I felt Yong stand frozen in front of the door for a good 30 or 40 seconds without
reacting . Indeed
, any man would
be caught off guard if such a sexy and alluring woman, completely deprived of her freedom, were suddenly placed before him. Yong, regaining his composure, quickly walked to my side. "
Jia, what's going on?" "Ah ...
Yong had already opened the envelope and unfolded the letter:
"Yong:
I'm so glad you came. You always say I'm willful and capricious, that you always have to cater to me, that I always want to be superior to you. Now I'm completely bound. Today I will be your plaything. I'm sure you'll be excited to see such a beautiful yet helpless, slutty woman waiting for you. I'll give you the best service with my little mouth. You just need to do as the note I left you says, and you'll be extremely satisfied. I might struggle and resist during the process, but you don't need to pay attention; it's just part of my game. But if you don't do as I say, I might really get angry~~~~~~~~"
Yong finished reading the note, a wicked smile on his face. I think Yong understood what the note meant. Being able to freely control a woman he liked—I think no man would refuse such a good thing. But as the excitement after the climax gradually subsided, I no longer wanted to be enslaved like this. I just wanted to be freed as soon as possible, lie comfortably in bed, and have a good night's sleep. But how could I stop the enslavement from continuing? The gag in my mouth deprived me of the right to speak, and my hands were bound behind my back. I could only carry out my self-enslavement step by step according to my plan.
"Jia, thank you for giving me such an exciting opportunity. Let's enjoy this wonderful time together."
I shook my head desperately to refuse. I really didn't want to continue, but the note I left for Yong completely cut off any possibility of ending it. Yong couldn't possibly know whether I was truly unwilling or if, as the note said, my resistance was just part of the game. I think he would only follow the note I left him and help me continue the enslavement.
Ignoring my shaking of the head, Yong glanced at the note and removed the handcuffs binding my hands from the "D" ring of my collar. He picked up a cotton rope from the ground, stretched my hands out and tied them tightly at the wrists with the rope. Then he unlocked the handcuffs. Although the handcuffs were unlocked, my hands were now bound even more tightly with the cotton rope.
Next, Yong picked up the binding glove and slipped it over my hands, which were clasped together behind my back. He pulled the glove up to my upper arms and tightened the straps one by one, starting at the wrists and continuing to the cuffs. The tightened straps bound my hands tightly within the binding glove, forcing my elbows close together. Yong then zipped up the outer zipper, sealing the entire row of buttons, and locked the zipper buckles with a padlock. Without unlocking the padlock, the zipper couldn't be opened, the buttons couldn't be unfastened, and the binding glove couldn't be removed. Finally, Yong wrapped the two straps from the glove's opening around my shoulders, under my armpits, and back behind me, tightening the straps before fastening them to the glove's buckles. He then locked the buckles with two keyless locks he had brought from the office, making the glove impossible to remove from my hands. With the binding of the single glove complete, not only were my hands bound, but the key to the box containing the remote control for the massage restraints was also encased in the glove. Although I could touch the key, I couldn't take it out to end my self-sufficiency. Yong picked up a 50-centimeter cotton rope, tied one end to the ring at the top of the binding glove, and tightened the other end to the iron ring securing my ankles. The tightened rope pulled my body downwards, while the iron chain on the collar restricted my downward movement. I could only kneel there, unable to straighten up or sit down. This awkward half-kneeling position greatly increased my fatigue and pain.
At this moment, I was completely bound by 16 exquisite little brass locks without keys. The horse harness-shaped "O" gag tightly fastened to my mouth and the tight-fitting gloves binding my hands behind my back completely deprived me of the ability to communicate with language and writing. I could neither speak nor write, and I was completely unable to express any meaning to others or ask for help. I knew that from this moment on, I was truly unable to end my plan of enslavement. I could not communicate in any way, and I could not express any meaning. Yong would only faithfully do as I asked. All I could do was wait helplessly and endure.
After Yong had completely bound me, he stood up and, as if admiring a work of art, circled me, carefully examining every detail.
"Heh, Jia, you're quite skilled at bondage. Bound like this, I don't think you'll escape."
Indeed, I had designed to deprive myself of my freedom, and in doing so, I had relinquished my right to freedom. My freedom was entirely in the hands of others. Although I had orchestrated the entire enslavement plan, whether and when I would gain freedom depended entirely on their whims.
Yong glanced at the note and muttered to himself, "It's my turn to prepare."
Yong stood facing me, my face directly in front of his lower body. My mouth, stretched open by the "O"-shaped gag, was ready to welcome him. Yong tied his feet to two rings on the ground on either side of me, then lifted the U-shaped rings, adjusted them, and secured them to the base of his already aroused body, before inserting them into my mouth through the "O"-shaped ring. Yong put on a ball-shaped gag shaped like a horse harness, and finally stretched his arms upwards, locking them to the two hanging chains. I became completely my own slave. I had to unconditionally stimulate Yong with my mouth, maybe for two hours, maybe for three hours, no one knew, but I had to do it. Before the key fell, I had to keep stimulating Yong with my mouth without letting him reach orgasm, otherwise I couldn't guarantee that the U-ring wouldn't slip off his body, the key attached to the ceiling wouldn't reach Yong's hands, and neither of us would be able to break free. Only when Linda came to collect the non-existent document tomorrow would she discover that we were bound, and perhaps she would help us break free. But I dared not hope to be freed in this way; I couldn't imagine how terrible the consequences would be. I could only hope that the electromagnet on the ceiling would lose its magnetism soon, allowing Yong to get the key and free himself from some of the restraints.
Time seemed to stand still. My legs slowly began to go numb from kneeling for so long. My tongue became extremely tired from constantly sucking, but I couldn't stop. All of this was self-imposed. What could I say? I could only silently endure it.
The only sounds in the house were the soft sucking and Yong's faint moans. During the long wait, I had to endure the pain of being bound, and simultaneously maintain consciousness, using my mouth to prevent the "U" ring from slipping off Yong's body amidst the intense pleasure of the vibrating dildo. This was a combination of pain and pleasure I had never experienced before. I couldn't tell whether I liked or disliked this incredibly complex feeling; I was simply exhausted and hoped this game would end as soon as possible. After each orgasm, the pain intensified, until finally, I heard a slight click. The key on the ceiling finally dangled down. I felt Yong grab the key, and I sensed his impending climax. I tried to force it out of my mouth with my tongue, but it was too late. Yong, who had longed for this climax but dared not have, couldn't hold back any longer after getting the key to release him… Yong's violent ejaculation in my mouth and on my face made me feel an unprecedented sense of submission, of being conquered by a man. I felt like I had become a true slave. I closed my eyes, lowered my head, and quietly waited for Yong to free me from this awkward position.
Yong carefully untied himself and gently cupped my face.
"Jia, thank you so much. You gave me an unprecedented orgasm. I'm sorry you had to endure this."
[The End]

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