SM's doors are open!

Yezi had already knocked on the door of the SM world, and SM, like a sprite, flew into her heart, quietly taking over her soul. Besides going to the gym on weekends, Yezi became increasingly proactive in seeking out the pleasures of BDSM in her life.
She met many friends who liked SM, joined several groups, listened to their discussions, and expressed her own opinions. Gradually, Yezi faced an unavoidable question: was she a submissive (S) or a submissive (M)? She thought she should be a submissive, but she immediately discovered another problem: whether out of fear or repulsion, she couldn't accept the concept of a "master." Yezi could imagine herself being bound and abused, but she couldn't accept a man ordering and controlling her. "What kind of person is he? What will he do to me? Will he hurt me? Will he threaten me?" A series of questions made Yezi keep her distance from the concept of having a master. Perhaps because of her ex-boyfriend, Yezi felt that boyfriends were unreliable and hypocritical. Whatever the reason, Yezi liked SM, and she considered herself a submissive, but she didn't intend to have a master.
Moreover, Ye Zi's upbringing instilled in her a deep respect for her professional image; she couldn't let others know her secret, lest she ruin her reputation and future. Therefore, although Ye Zi was obsessed with SM, her progress was slow. Aside from weekend gym visits and a few friends she met there, she could only browse online or indulge in her own hobby. Sometimes she would go out without a bra, but she would carefully check to ensure no one would notice. She even considered wearing a clitoris, but after much deliberation, she didn't dare, so she opted for a vibrator instead.
However, ever since receiving the latest chastity belt as a prize, Ye Zi had been itching to wear it. This chastity belt was a brand new product, made of high-quality leather, with adjustable waist and crotch. It had openings at the vagina and anus for long-term wear, and could be fitted with detachable vaginal plugs, anal plugs, and clitoris, all with a variety of options. Looking at the chastity belt, Ye Zi felt it would be a shame not to wear it to work. Finally, one day she put it on to work. Afraid of the inconvenience of urinating, she didn't dare use a vaginal suppository, but she used an anal suppository instead. During her lunch break, she turned on the remote and vibrated for a while, finding it quite stimulating.
Besides that, she also indulged in self-harm when alone at home on weekends. This was a safe time and place, so Yezi could freely unleash her imagination. She read many self-harm articles online, learned many methods, and bought all the necessary tools online.
Unfortunately, the gym was undergoing renovations and introducing new programs, so she couldn't go. Her SM passion could only be released through weekend self-harm, and Yezi began meticulously planning her weekend's self-harm activities.
Yezi lived in a small two-bedroom apartment, about 60 square meters, with a study and a bedroom. In this era of soaring housing prices, having such a small place was already quite good.
Before Friday, all the props she ordered online had arrived. Yezi laid them out on the table, quite pleased with herself. Below is a detailed plan for self-torture, stimulating yet absolutely safe. Yezi is Yezi; she can't just spend the weekend at home drawing the curtains and playing with self-bondage. It needs to be substantial. On Saturday, besides shopping for the week and tidying her room, Yezi meticulously went through her self-torture plan for the weekend, ensuring its feasibility.
"That's it, foolproof." Yezi mentally rehearsed the entire process from beginning to end, filled with anticipation for tomorrow's action. While showering, she couldn't resist masturbating once.
The next morning, sunlight woke Yezi. After washing up, Yezi began her self-torture. First, she locked the door, drew all the curtains, turned off her phone, and unplugged the telephone line. From that moment on, Yezi's room was isolated from the outside world.
Ye Zi took out a 10-meter-long rope and began carefully binding herself with a turtle shell style. This binding method took her quite some time to master; she practiced repeatedly while looking at pictures online. Now, Ye Zi could bind it both beautifully and tightly. She especially liked this method and often admired her figure in the full-length mirror after binding herself.
After binding, Ye Zi felt a great deal of constraint, making everything inconvenient—exactly the effect she wanted. Then she began preparing other things.
Ye Zi carefully took out something she had just received from a box—a sex machine. She had ordered it from a foreign website; it was the kind often seen in European and American SM films. It was a machine with a long metal rod extending from its end, with a dildo attached to the rod. When the machine was turned on, the motor would cause the metal rod to extend and retract. Its advantage was that it never tired; as long as the woman wanted, it could provide a continuous flow of penetration. This machine made Ye Zi blush and her heart race. She placed it at the foot of the bed, propped it up with a stool, so that the dildo faced the bed.
Then Yezi took a clean bucket and added a small device to it: a metal rod with one end connected to a piece of wood inside the bucket and the other end connected to the switch of a sex machine. If the water level reached a certain height, the wood would float, the metal rod inside would rise, and the one outside would fall, turning on the sex machine. Conversely, if the water level dropped, the metal rod outside would rise, turning off the machine.
After placing the bucket, Yezi poured a bucket of purified water on top of it, leaving the seal on the top bucket but making a small hole so the water could slowly flow into the bottom bucket. Next, Yezi placed another bucket beside the bed.
After setting everything up, Yezi took a bunch of things to bed and began setting things up. First, she needed a timer; this was crucial, otherwise, she'd be stuck. Yezi placed an alarm clock on the windowsill by the bed and elevated it with a small box so she couldn't reach it while lying in bed. Yezi's alarm clock was one of those that popped up a cartoon character to announce the time. Yezi placed the handcuff key in front of the alarm clock so that when the alarm rang and the cartoon character popped up, she could push the key down and it would fall onto the pillow, within Yezi's reach. Yezi tested this two or three times to make sure it worked before setting the alarm for 6 PM, and then placed the handcuff key back on. Next, Yezi connected a tube to a clean bucket under the water bottle, placing one end at the head of the bed. Then, Yezi took out alcohol and cotton swabs and carefully inserted a catheter into her bladder.
The catheter was a little cold when inserted into her bladder, but fortunately, Yezi had used catheters before, so she didn't feel much discomfort. The other end of the catheter was in a bucket beside the bed, a special place to collect urine. Then Yezi took out two more ropes, spread her legs apart, and tied them to the foot of the bed, making herself in a "T" shape. She positioned her genitals directly opposite the dildo on the sex machine, applied lubricant to it, and saw herself naked in the mirror, bound with red ropes, lying on the bed with her legs wide open, her genitals and anus completely exposed. Yezi couldn't help but feel a little aroused.
She then applied the remaining lubricant to her anus and gently inserted an anal plug. After her experience at the gym, Yezi's anus had been strengthened; the plug was large, and while it hurt a little when inserted, it was very secure—Yezi was very clean and didn't want anything from her anus to spill onto the bed. Of course, she had already given herself an enema while washing up, so her anus was now completely clean.
The bell-shaped nipple clamps were a must; Yezi loved their crisp tinkling sound. But she couldn't use a gag this time, as she needed a tube in her mouth to suck water. After everything was set up, Yezi lay on the bed and reviewed the situation: the door was locked, her phone was unreachable, no one would disturb her, all the machines were in place, and the timer was set. Okay, Yezi handcuffed herself to the iron railing at the head of the bed. Now, Yezi was completely restrained—her legs were bound, her hands were handcuffed to the headboard, and she was bound in a turtle-shell style. Struggling would only tighten the handcuffs further unless she had a key to unlock them. Although the key was right there at the head of the bed, Yezi couldn't reach it; it wouldn't fall off until 6 PM. And now, it was only 9 AM; a long nine hours awaited her.
The current situation is that water is constantly dripping from the purified water bucket into the bucket below. If it drips to a certain height, it will activate the sex machine and begin to ravage Ye Zi. Although this is what Ye Zi secretly desires, nine hours—if she let the machine do this to her for nine hours—Ye Zi would go crazy. Therefore, she can only keep drinking water to lower the water level in the bucket. Of course, drinking a lot of water will produce urine, which will flow through the catheter into another bucket.
Drip, drip, the room is relatively quiet at this time, with only the sound of dripping water. The water level is still low, far from the point where the sex machine can be activated. Ye Zi is somewhat intoxicated by her self-torture plan; it's truly ingenious. Ye Zi looks up again, admiring herself in the full-length mirror, completely unaware of the time passing. When Ye Zi remembers to check the bucket, she is surprised to find that it is already half full, and the piece of wood is almost floating. Ye Zi quickly drinks a few sips of water, but it seems that the water level is not dropping significantly, after all, the bucket is quite large in diameter. Ye Zi has no choice but to drink water even more quickly.
Soon, Yezi felt her stomach was full of water and she couldn't drink anymore. After all, water needs to be digested, but the dripping didn't stop. Yezi watched the water level rise little by little and began to regret not starting to drink sooner. Maybe if she had taken her time, she could have digested it faster and drunk more. But deep down, she was also looking forward to the feeling of the sex machine.
The feeling arrived as expected. Finally, the sex machine was turned on. The moment she heard it start, Yezi eagerly hoped something would enter her vagina. Actually, her vagina was already very wet and didn't need lubricant. As soon as the dildo entered her body, Yezi let out a long breath. It was finally inside. Yezi's pent-up desire began to be released, one thrust after another. Yezi felt as if she wasn't on the bed anymore, and she began to float towards the sky, enjoying the pleasure coming from her lower body. There were only clouds around her, and only pleasure in the world.
The machine only knew how to mechanically execute the program, unaware that Ye Zi was being driven to ecstasy by it, moaning,
"Hmm... Ah... Ah... So good... Ye Zi is being fucked so good... So comfortable... Come on, fuck me as much as you want... So good... Faster... Faster..." Although Ye Zi was tightly bound, she kept writhing, causing the bells on her nipple clamps to ring.
Although the machine could adjust the speed, it was neither fast nor slow at the moment, just thrusting continuously for almost an hour. At first, Ye Zi remembered to suck in some fluid, but later she completely forgot, until Ye Zi convulsed, her body tensed, and then she collapsed, her vulva covered in Ye Zi's vaginal fluid. Ye Zi had an orgasm, but the machine was still moving, and she couldn't even rest for a moment. Right, the time, Ye Zi looked at the wall clock, it was not yet 11 o'clock. Because of writhing, the tortoise shell bindings on her body were even tighter. She couldn't keep going like this, Ye Zi thought. So she started sucking water again, only to find that the water in her stomach had stopped swelling, while the urine container was now full of urine. It seemed that urine had been discharged through the catheter during the intense penetration, something Yezi hadn't felt. Yezi began to suck water in large gulps, hoping to stop the machine.
But the container was almost full, and sucking it down was no easy task. It took Yezi more than ten minutes to lower the water level and finally stop the sex machine. Of course, the machine hadn't been idle during those ten minutes; it continued thrusting, gradually reigniting Yezi's desire. Now that it had suddenly stopped, Yezi felt the urge again. But Yezi knew there was still a long way to go, and she couldn't continue like this, or she wouldn't be able to handle it. She could only desperately suppress her desire. In this torment, after a while, Yezi's stomach was full of water again, and the machine started up again, releasing her pent-up desire once more.
Nine hours felt incredibly long. The cycle repeated itself, bringing Ye Zi to orgasm four times. She'd long since lost track of time. After the fourth orgasm, Ye Zi wanted it to stop, but her exhaustion couldn't mask the desire aroused by the machine. She was once again caught in the cycle of being penetrated.
When Ye Zi was in a daze for the fifth time, a bell pulled her back. Time was up; the key was on the pillow—she could finally be free. But the relentless movement of the sex machine interfered with Ye Zi's thoughts, making her unable to stop. Knowing her body was exhausted, she continued being penetrated while struggling to retrieve the key, unlocking the handcuffs and finally being able to move. Ye Zi untied the ropes binding her legs, finally freeing herself from the humiliation of the sex machine.
Lying in bed, Ye Zi's self-torture plan for the day was successfully completed. She was still savoring the experience… Should she eat first or take a shower? When should she clean up the mess? Whatever, she'd rest first…
[The End]

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