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Online, Yezi met a fellow enthusiast named "Qingqing." Yezi felt they had so much in common: both liked BDSM, both enjoyed self-harm at home. Yezi and Qingqing exchanged many self-harm experiences, and Yezi learned quite a few creative ideas.
Qingqing liked anal torture, telling Yezi about the feeling of using different enemas and stuffing various objects into her anus, which Yezi found very intriguing. Gradually, Yezi developed an idea—an idea that combined self-harm with a more engaging and unpredictable experience than a completely self-planned scheme. Yezi discussed it with Qingqing, and they immediately agreed, discussing a detailed plan. Yezi was destined for another turbulent weekend.
On Saturday noon, Yezi and Qingqing met at the agreed-upon mall entrance. Qingqing was a very quiet girl with big eyes and a slender figure. She was very likeable. Yezi and Qingqing didn't talk much, just exchanged a few simple pleasantries, then exchanged house keys and parted ways.
Ye Zi went to Qing Qing's house, a charming courtyard house with trees and a fish pond. Qing Qing's house was the middle one. Ye Zi took the key and went inside; she would stay there that night.
Meanwhile, at Ye Zi's house, Qing Qing was now the hostess, busy preparing. That night, it was her place. Ye Zi and Qing Qing's plan was a self-torture swap: they would go to each other's houses to set up their own routines, then return to their own homes and perform the self-torture as arranged by the other. This ensured safety and excitement while avoiding the boredom of knowing everything beforehand.
On Sunday noon, they met again at their usual spot, exchanged keys, smiled at each other, and went home.
Ye Zi was impatient; she was proud of her plan and full of anticipation for the self-torture to come, because this time, she knew nothing beforehand.
Ye Zi returned home, carefully opened the door, and quickly scanned the house. Nothing seemed to have changed much, except two chairs were placed very close to the door. Ye Zi found Qing Qing's first instruction note beside the door: "
Lock the door. I've drawn the curtains. Don't worry." She took off all her clothes, peeled the eggshell off the table, inserted it into her vagina, and then went to the bathroom. After reading the note, Ye Zi felt her vagina was already getting wet. She quickly took off all her clothes, picked up the hard-boiled egg from the table, peeled it, and noticed it was quite large. Ye Zi hesitated whether she could insert it all at once, so she gently rubbed it against her clitoris, feeling the warmth inside her vagina and the slow flow of fluid. Ye Zi slowly inserted the egg into her vagina. It
was slippery, and Ye Zi needed to squeeze the egg tightly while walking. Holding the egg, Ye Zi slowly walked to the bathroom and saw the second instruction in the mirror:
Five boxes, five tasks. Open the leftmost one first, and then move on to the next one. Qing Qing.
There were five boxes on the cabinet. Following the instructions, Ye Zi first opened the leftmost box, which contained a large syringe and a bag of enema fluid. There was a note on the bottom of the box:
Three times, clean thoroughly. Qing Qing.
Ye Zi laughed. Qing Qing loved anal torture, and sure enough, she made her do an enema. Of course, Qing Qing would do that without being told. Ye Zi first injected the enema fluid into her anus, held back the urge to defecate, and finally expelled it all at once. Then she rinsed her anus twice with clean water. Now, Ye Zi was confident that her anus and rectum were clean.
Then Ye Zi opened the second box, inside was a bottle of fresh milk and a chrysanthemum with a stem. The note on the bottom of the box read:
Five minutes. Qing Qing.
Ye Zi paused for a moment, then understood Qing Qing's meaning. First, she drew 500 ml of fresh milk into a syringe, then lay down by the sink and slowly pushed the milk into her anus. Then she inserted the chrysanthemum stem into her anus, leaving her anus exposed.
There didn't seem to be any special sensation, but Ye Zi really wanted to see herself like this. So she clenched her vagina and anus, slowly walked out of the bathroom, and came to the full-length mirror. Seeing her naked body with a chrysanthemum behind her, Ye Zi laughed. The sight was amusing.
Five minutes passed quickly. Yezi went to the bathroom, removed the chrysanthemum, and flushed the milk into the toilet. Then she opened the third box. Inside was a bottle of cola and a sausage. A note on the bottom read:
"Ten minutes. Qingqing."
Yezi drew all 600 ml of cola into a syringe, poured it into her anus, and then inserted the sausage, leaving half of it sticking out. Cola is a carbonated drink, and the sensation is different from milk. Yezi felt a bit uncomfortable in her stomach, especially since this time it would take longer—ten minutes. Yezi wiggled her buttocks, the exposed half of the sausage touching her. During
those ten minutes, Yezi almost couldn't hold back and defecated twice, but she managed to hold it in. When the time was up, Yezi quickly pulled out the sausage, expelled the cola freely, and then went to open the fourth box. Inside were two bottles of beer and a ping-pong paddle. A note on the bottom read: "
Fifteen minutes. Qingqing."
Seeing this, Ye Zi gasped. Two bottles of beer, a full liter. Ye Zi had read online that enemas could cause intoxication, and besides, she didn't drink much. Plus, the handle of that ping-pong paddle looked way too thick. This task was going to be difficult. Ye Zi first drank one bottle of beer, slowly chugging it down. The cold beer made her feel a little uncomfortable. Then she drank the other bottle. Ye Zi felt her stomach was already bloated, and she forced herself to insert the ping-pong paddle.
Oh~~, Ye Zi finally finished, but there was still a fifteen-minute test ahead. Ye Zi didn't dare stand up. She carefully walked over and lay down on the bed, trying to relax the sensation coming from her anus. Soon, a wave of urgency hit her. Ye Zi quickly gripped the ping-pong paddle to prevent it from spurting out, suppressing the urge. Gradually, Ye Zi realized she was getting a little drunk. Her face felt a little hot. She rarely drank alcohol; drinking two bottles of beer at once was a bit too much.
But the urge to defecate kept nagging at Ye Zi, and she often had to hold a ping-pong paddle to suppress it.
After almost fifteen minutes, Ye Zi impatiently went to the bathroom, pulled out the ping-pong paddle, and the beer in her stomach gushed out. Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief. There was a fifth box left. Ye Zi was both excited and afraid. Opening it, she found a large bottle of juice, a large anal plug shaped like a dog's tail, and a dog collar. The note read: "
Twenty minutes. Look on the back afterward. Qingqing."
Ye Zi breathed a sigh of relief. Even twenty minutes, juice wasn't that scary. But when she opened the bottle, she realized her mistake: a strong smell of vinegar wafted out—it was diluted vinegar! Ye Zi then understood that this was not something an ordinary person could endure.
Since she was going to play, she might as well go all the way. Besides, Qingqing loved anal torture so much, she should know what she was doing, Ye Zi thought. So she began. First, she put on the dog collar, then poured the diluted vinegar into her anus twice, and then inserted the anal plug.
From the moment the liquid entered Yezi's body, she felt unbearable pain. Her intestines burned intensely, as if she couldn't endure it for even a second. The constant urge to defecate gnawed at her nerves, making every second feel incredibly difficult. Was this what a real enema felt like? Yezi couldn't move, nor dared she go back to bed, fearing she might ejaculate at any moment. In the bathtub, she endured the torment, gripping the anal plug tightly to prevent it from gushing out.
She endured, endured, feeling as if her entire intestines were being eroded away. Now she lay in the bathtub like a dog, a fake dog tail swaying behind her, a dog collar around her nose—she looked exactly like a pitiful little female dog. Yezi didn't know how long she could endure it. Finally, her grip gave way, and she burst, the liquid spraying onto the white porcelain wall. Yezi immediately went limp, touching her forehead to find she was sweating profusely.
After resting for a while, Ye Zi recovered and cleaned herself up a bit. The enema should be complete. Ye Zi remembered to turn the note in the fifth box over; it read:
Take out the egg and go to the chair near the door. Qingqing.
Yezi then remembered the egg inserted in her vagina and quickly took it out. It had probably been broken during the enema, and was still covered in her vaginal fluid. After removing the egg, Yezi felt empty inside both her vagina and anus, a feeling of emptiness that needed filling, especially her anus, which, after multiple rounds of "training," desperately needed filling. What would the next task be? Would it satisfy her?
Yezi wondered.
She then carefully examined the chair by the door. It was two chairs placed together, with a gap in the middle, and a sex machine underneath. Yezi wanted to sit on it immediately. There was a note on the chair:
Put on a gag, clip on the nipple clamps, tie your legs to the chair legs, tie your body to the back of the chair, adjust your two holes, start the sex machine, and then handcuff yourself to the handcuffs hanging down above. Qingqing.
So Yezi eagerly put on the gag and tightened it, letting saliva slowly drip down. Then she clipped on the bell-adorned nipple clamps, feeling a sharp pain in her chest. She then sat on the chair, positioning her vagina and anus directly in front of the opening. Yezi noticed the sex machine had been replaced with a double-headed prosthetic, allowing for simultaneous penetration of both holes. She was overjoyed, aligning her vagina and anus. She then used rope to tightly bind her legs to the chair legs, and took another piece of rope to tie her body to the back of the chair, the rope draping her breasts high in front of her chest.
Next, the sex machine would be turned on, and then the handcuffs would be put on. Yezi looked up; a rope hung down, the end of which was tied to a handcuff, with a thin string beside it. Once the sex machine was turned on, Yezi's hands would be raised high, putting her in a restrained state. How would she untie herself? Qingqing didn't say.
Ye Zi didn't know what would happen in the end. It would be too risky if she couldn't untie it, but the emptiness in her lower body made her stop thinking about it. She quickly turned on the sex machine, then raised her hands and handcuffed herself.
Two dildos entered Ye Zi's body at the same time. Ye Zi felt very full, the continuous penetration satisfying her senses. Her body was swept into a state of blissful pleasure. Unfortunately, the balls were inserted, preventing her from crying out, but the crisp sound of bells could still be heard when she moved. The feeling of two holes being penetrated simultaneously was indeed extraordinary. Ye Zi didn't think about anything at that moment, only moaning softly, enjoying the feeling.
She couldn't remember how long it lasted or how many times the machine penetrated. Ye Zi's body tensed up, and pleasure began to erupt within her. A stream of vaginal fluid also erupted in Ye Zi's vagina, the pleasure making her increasingly decadent. After the orgasm, the continuous thrusting was brewing another orgasm, but Ye Zi's mind began to clear, and she remembered how to untie herself.
The only way was to untie the handcuffs first; otherwise, with everything else tightly bound, she couldn't move at all. Ye Zi quickly thought about it. Unlocking the handcuffs meant getting the key, but with Ye Zi's hands suspended so high, how could she get the key even if she had it?
Before Ye Zi could figure this out, the pent-up pleasure began to overwhelm her again, leaving her in a daze. Suddenly, a knock on the door startled her awake: "Is Miss Ye Zi home?"
Ye Zi's heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Why was someone knocking at this hour? Although the door was locked, Ye Zi was right behind it, naked, being tortured by the machine. What if it was a thief? Seeing no one home, they could break in and see Ye Zi's face as soon as they entered. Ye Zi dared not think any further, instantly forgetting her pleasure, now only filled with fear.
The person outside asked a couple more questions and then fell silent. Then Ye Zi saw a letter slipped under the door.
Ye Zi's mind raced: no one had ever delivered a letter this way before. Who could it be? At this time, looking at the envelope, could it be Qing Qing who had timed it perfectly and sent the key? Ye Zi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Even if the key were delivered, would she be able to get it? Her hands were cuffed, her legs were bound, and her entire body was firmly tied to the chair. How could she possibly get the key? Ye Zi had tried several methods, but none worked. What could she do? If she couldn't get the key, this would have to continue indefinitely. Ye Zi was so anxious that she broke out in a sweat.
The pleasure was gradually returning. Ye Zi knew that if she let the pleasure take over again, she wouldn't have time to think, and she would be tortured by the machine indefinitely. She had to think of a way out before she completely lost herself. Ye Zi was desperate. Inadvertently, Ye Zi moved the thin rope next to the handcuffs and found that the rope seemed to be connected to something. Ye Zi quickly grabbed the rope and shook it. It turned out that the rope had another end, with something tied to it, right next to the door. Ye Zi looked closely and saw that it was a magnet. Ye Zi suddenly realized that she knew Qing Qing's escape plan for her.
So she endured the slight thrusting, pulling the rope to slowly move the magnet towards the envelope, again and again, carefully, until she finally succeeded in attracting the envelope and key together. Then, Yezi crossed her hands and pulled the rope, lifting the magnet and envelope, slowly lowering them into her hands. Finally having the key, Yezi felt relieved and unlocked her handcuffs.
Without worry, Yezi felt a burning heat below, waves of pleasure starting to surge up again. Since she was no longer restrained, Yezi could fully enjoy this feeling. She sat comfortably in the chair, letting the machine enter her vagina and anus with abandon.
[The End]

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