My Hotel Self-Binding

Nights are always exciting and keep me awake. My love for SM has always been a little
secret , especially in the quiet of a hotel room late at night.
I always carry SM toys with me, bought from an online sex shop, so I can
find my true self on lonely nights. The feeling of being conquered is exhilarating just thinking about it.
After a busy day on a business trip, I returned to the hotel and took a nice shower. Looking at my fair,
slender , I felt a strange urge. Now was the perfect
time to release myself.
I had already planned the SM routine, so I prepared all the necessary equipment: seven cotton ropes, each
about 5 meters long; a black blindfold; a black gag (the gag comes with a 4-6 cm long penis;
for deep throat, use a 6 cm gag, 3 cm in diameter); the gag requires a key to unlock; 16 cm
super high heels (to slow down walking); plush handcuffs (also require a key to unlock); a fox
tail and anal plug; nipple clamps (with bells); a sexy bodysuit; flesh-colored stockings and black glitter stockings. (I didn't
prepare riding boots or a collar restraint this time, which I regret, but it might be a surprise next time.)
After everything was ready, I carefully dressed myself up. First, I put on the sexy bodysuit, which could only
be taken off from top to bottom. There was an opening at the crotch. The flesh-colored bodysuit tightly wrapped my body, perfectly fitting
my proud figure. There was a nipple clamp on each of my ripe nipples, and the bells would ring when my body moved.
Then I put on a flesh-colored stocking and a black stocking over it, tightly
covering my thighs. (I have a particular fondness for stockings, especially when paired with beautiful legs; my male colleagues in the office always steal
glances, and I enjoy that feeling.) My legs shimmered alluringly under the light, making me
want to pinch them. Finally, I put on the carefully chosen 16cm black super high heels, which
perfectly accentuated my S-shaped figure, making my hips even rounder. They also restricted my walking pace, making
me prone to falling, but this wasn't an issue during this bondage trip, as I was crawling on my knees the entire time.
When I saw my full hips and thighs encased in black stockings in the mirror, I felt a strange urge, a feeling
of wantonness.
Before binding the body, to enhance the pleasure and increase the difficulty of unbinding, the keys to the gag and
handcuffs need to be placed in different locations. These locations should be on objects of some height, such as a desk or
lamp. This is part of the fun of SM – the freedom to do as you please. The locations I chose were very stimulating,
which I'll mention later. Ideally, the keys should be placed so that the bound hands can just barely touch them.
Those who enjoy pushing their limits can raise this standard. When crawling on your knees later,
there should be . Arrange the tables and chairs in the room beforehand, as far away from the bed as possible (the large bed is
the starting point for this binding process). Keep the room lights dim; once the blindfold is on, visibility will be greatly reduced,
increasing the difficulty of finding the keys. Next, I began by tightly binding my legs with cotton rope. The purpose was to ensure that
during the later unbinding process, I could only kneel on the ground, my toes restricted by the high heels, and I could only crawl on my knees. Especially when climbing, even simple movements became extremely difficult. The feeling of restriction in my legs, the lack of flexibility, the friction between my knees and the ground, and the crisp sound of the bells on my nipple clamps all aroused feelings of shame, yet my body also experienced waves of pleasure from time to time. The feeling was indescribable and irresistible. Binding the thighs tightly was key. I used the lotus position, but with some differences. Specifically I first fixed a cotton rope to the bottom of the heel, then wrapped it around the instep and tied it securely. This way, the feet and high heels could not be separated during this trip, and the movement of the feet was also restricted. Next, bend and bring one thigh together, pressing the toes down as much as possible, and then completely secure this position with cotton rope: start wrapping the cotton rope around the lower half of one thigh, about 3 to 4 times (keeping the toes in a ballet-like position throughout). After wrapping the lower half of the thigh , wrap the cotton rope upwards around the upper half of the thigh, the same number of times. Then, pass the cotton rope through the inside of the bent thigh and wrap it horizontally repeatedly, tightening the cotton rope from the previous two wraps to make the thigh and calf completely close together without any gaps. At this point, there should still be some extra rope. Then, secure the other thigh in the same way. After both are completed, both thighs are bent and secured. Lying on the bed, under dim light, looking at these beautiful legs is very tempting. Completing the thigh binding above is already half the work. To increase the difficulty , it is also necessary to simultaneously fix the movement of both legs, ultimately achieving the state where one can only walk on their knees, and the legs can only be together and cannot be separated. At this point, I took two pillows from the hotel bed, placed them between my legs, and clamped them tightly together. (To increase the sensitivity of the vagina, you can skip the pillows and proceed directly to the next steps . You can also use a restraint to restrict leg movement, but I felt it wasn't stimulating enough.) I used the remaining cotton rope on my legs to cross and wrap it around them, choosing the point of crossing at the node of the upper horizontal rope. The ultimate goal of crossing and wrapping was to secure the front of the calves together and then the sides of the thighs together, making the legs and pillows a unit. During the binding process, I tried to control the speed and force of the binding, adjusting my breathing to prolong the stimulation and prevent an orgasm from coming too quickly. At this point, the leg bindings were complete. Next, the upper body was restrained. A cotton rope was used to create a turtle-shell binding starting from the neck; the specific steps are not detailed here. Finally, the end of the rope was connected to the rope binding the legs and tied tightly. The binding was now mostly complete. The prepared gag was then taken out. A gag with a 6-centimeter penis was used here. When inserted into the mouth, the glans could reach all the way to the throat, which was very uncomfortable. The mouth felt swollen, accompanied by nausea and a strong feeling of suffocation—very stimulating. I had done deep throating , so I was relatively used to it, and thankfully, there was no reciprocating motion of the penis impacting my throat. However, this was the first time I had done deep throating for such a long time. After the gag was in place, the buckle behind the head was fastened with a brass lock. Without the key, the gag could not be removed. After putting on the gag, I felt a little short of breath, and my chest was heaving a lot. I rested for a while , adjusted my mood, and then proceeded with the next steps. I needed to control the level of excitement in my brain, because being too excited would lead to an early orgasm and affect the experience later on.

I took out the fox tail anal plug. I used one with a diameter of 4 centimeters, a relatively small opening, because this was a forbidden zone even my boyfriend
hadn't explored, so it was quite inexperienced, and also my first time. After applying lubricant to the anal plug and my pylorus,
I gave up my inner struggle and gently pushed the anal plug slowly into my pylorus. The first experience was a bit painful;
it felt like my pylorus was being torn. It took several attempts to push it in. After a short rest, I wrapped a cotton rope around the metal end of the anal plug.
One end of the rope was tied from my back to the knot of the turtle shell binding at my waist. The other end was taken from the front, passed through the dense area between my tightly bound
thighs, and wrapped around a horizontal knot, not tying it securely so that the cotton rope
could slide along it. The other end of the cotton rope was to be tied to the chain of the plush handcuffs, with a tight knot that couldn't
be untied by hand. This cotton rope on the anal plug was to restrain my hands. When I was handcuffed, raising my hands
would pull the anal plug deeper into my pylorus, especially when I was kneeling and crawling forward with my hands on my hands,
the stimulation would slow down the speed.
When connecting the cotton rope to the anal plug and the handcuffs, I considered the range of motion of my hands: they couldn't touch
the knots on the cotton rope on my thighs to avoid untying them, and they couldn't touch the gag or blindfold when raised; my hands could only be raised
to neck level. Considering the height of the hotel desk, I needed to be able to reach items on the desk with my hands while kneeling, and
I had to use other objects to climb, experiencing the pleasure from them.
After fastening the handcuffs, I placed them on my lap and began the final preparations. With my temporarily unbound
hands, I put on the blindfold, fastened the buckle, and in complete darkness, with almost zero visibility, I relied on my senses
to find the handcuffs, put them on, fastened the buckle, and hung the lock. This process took some time. (I know a
more exciting way: after blindfolding myself, I'd randomly throw the key from the handcuffs and then try to find it, but that's dangerous because the key is small and could easily get stuck in a corner. It's not recommended to try this
without my boyfriend .) Now, all preparations are complete. I've calmed my breathing and heartbeat, and it's time to begin my journey of liberation. Using the dim light from under the blindfold and remembering where the key was, I try to climb from the bed onto the carpet. This is difficult; the aching sensation in my legs is constantly stimulating my brain, and the swelling in my pylorus makes me restless. The large penis fills my entire mouth, and my nose is greedily inhaling air. I adjust my breathing, trying to calm myself down so that the bondage journey ahead will be more enjoyable. The night is long; this will be an unforgettable one. My legs were tightly bound together, my toes pressed down forcefully by the super-high heels, like a ballet dancer . The simple act of getting out of bed became incredibly complicated. First, I lay face down on the bed, my buttocks raised. To avoid the anal plug being too tight, my hand movements were very limited. In the dim light, this alluring posture flashed through my mind, making me restless. My cheeks flushed with desire. If someone suddenly barged into the room now I would be completely defenseless, utterly vulnerable to their abuse. I first held onto the edge of the bed, slowly extending my tightly bound legs to the edge. Due , this process was slow, for fear of causing injury. The darkness made me proceed cautiously, deliberately choosing the longest route. At the last moment, my legs slammed heavily onto the carpet, my body weight pressing down on them. The ropes tightened again. I was startled by this sudden turn of events, letting out a few whimpering sounds. Thinking about how my body was relaxed when I was bound in bed, I regretted choosing this path. However, because my hands were restricted, crawling back to bed would take even more time, and I didn't want to do that. I prepared to continue the experience. I supported myself with my hands on the ground, kneeling and slowly moving forward with my hands. Each time I lifted my hand , it was a test for my anus. The pleasure of my knees rubbing against the ground was overwhelming. I slowly reached for a chair lying across my path and slowly moved it forward with my hands, because I knew that the key to the gag was on the desk, and I needed to use this chair to reach it. I could imagine that my current position resembled a large snail, or a female dog in heat, humbly begging for her master's forgiveness. I placed the gag key on the corner of the desk, which I then moved to the hotel room door. As I moved slowly, I had to constantly adjust my breathing, suppressing waves of nausea as the penis ravaged my mouth. Just as I was about reach the door, there was a rapid knocking. My mind went blank, and a wave of panic disrupted my plans. I didn't know if it was my colleague or room service. If it was the former that would be fine. I dared not make a sound; the only noise from the television inside proved that someone was in the room. I hoped he would leave after knocking. If it was the latter, the staff would deliver fruit to the room every day, and I knew today's hadn't arrived yet. Due to my negligence, the room door wasn't locked. If it was really the staff, they could easily open the door with their room card, exposing me completely to everyone. Thinking of this, my heart pounded, a mixture of fear and a perverse excitement—a craving to be scrutinized and ravaged. In those few short minutes , I felt my first orgasm. My whole body tensed, and fluid gushed out, washing over my brain again and again. At that moment, I no longer cared about the knocking on the door, enjoying this rare moment. As the knocking stopped abruptly, I breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the carpet, thinking about my plan to untie myself. Just then, my phone rang, and a wave of panic washed over me. It must be something important from my colleague. Thinking back to the arrangements for this business trip, I realized we might have to return early tomorrow, and my colleague wanted to discuss buying tickets with me tonight … The more I thought about it, the more nervous I became. My mouth was gagged and completely filled with a 6-centimeter-long penis. My tongue and teeth couldn't move; I could only make muffled sounds, unable to utter a single word. I definitely couldn't answer the phone; I had to remove the gag as soon as possible. With that thought, I stopped paying attention to the ringing phone, regulated my breathing, and prepared to continue. After the first climax, my genitals were already overflowing with fluid. I felt waves of tingling pleasure coursing through my body, and the cotton ropes binding me seemed to be tightening little by little. The swollen urethra was also stimulating my nerves, making my breathing heavy. I knew that if this continued, the second climax would soon be upon me. I had to hurry and get the key. I knelt on the carpet, a position that was very uncomfortable as it compressed my urethra. I propped myself up with my hands and slowly touched...

I moved the chair over earlier and pushed it little by little to the edge of the table. It felt like I used all my strength.
I used my tongue to push the penis in my mouth up a little, and then took a deep breath through my nose. I felt a little better.
I braced myself against the chair with both hands, leaning my upper body upwards. My tightly bound legs slowly lifted off the ground,
the tips of my high heels pressing against the floor. This position was extremely uncomfortable; my legs were being tortured by the ropes, and I felt as if
the blood in my legs had stopped flowing. At this point, my upper body had to be completely pressed against the chair to have the strength to lift my legs
up . As I pressed my face against the chair, I accidentally touched the gag in the darkness, causing the penis inside to push
against my throat, almost making me vomit. I struggled to control this feeling and slowly lifted my legs, bound by cotton ropes
, onto the chair. This process was so long and exhausted all my energy. Raising my arms also caused
the anal plug to move, and with the contraction of my buttocks, the anal plug ravaged and expanded inside my pylorus. The feeling of orgasm
was getting closer and closer. Just at this critical moment, my knees touched the chair, and my tense body finally relaxed.
I breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to retrieve the keys.
After a short rest, I regained some strength. My hands groped in the table, afraid of
knocking to the ground and never finding it again. After groping for a while, my hands were at the limit of their exploration. If I stretched any further,
it would pull the anal plug deeper into my pylorus. Experiencing waves of pleasure, my last bit of rationality crumbled.
I groped forward with all my might. The cotton rope cut through the dense forest, pulling the anal plug deeper into my pylorus. At this moment, I couldn't care less about
anything else. I was on the verge of climaxing. In the long search, just when I was about to give up,
I finally felt the metallic texture on my fingertips. At this moment, my whole body was tense to the limit. My legs were numb and sore
, and I had lost all feeling. The ravages inside my anus, the waves of pleasure, finally brought me to my second orgasm. This time it
was faster, more urgent, and more stimulating. In a violent spasm, the lustful juices soaked my black stockings, and
I felt them flowing onto the chair. My mind was filled with excitement, enjoying this wonderful pleasure, wave after
wave .
The second climax came faster than expected. After the brief passion subsided, I got the key, only to realize that
my hands couldn't reach the gag lock. All my previous efforts were in vain; only by getting
the key could I gain freedom. A sense of disappointment washed over me, but this was followed by a surge of anticipation.
Getting off the chair would be easier than climbing, at least that's what I thought. But
the moment , my arms lost their footing, causing me to fall flat on my back. I felt
the anal plug being completely driven into my body, accompanied by a sharp pain. I frantically checked my condition, temporarily forgetting
the pain, and pulled hard on the cotton rope. The slight movement of the anal plug brought me a sigh of relief. I rolled over
and knelt on the carpet, using my hands to orient myself. I pressed my tongue against the penis in my mouth, took a deep breath,
and the pain actually made my mind clearer as I considered my next plan.
I deliberately placed the handcuff key in the emergency exit outside my room, inside a
fire extinguisher cabinet on the 11th-floor hallway. I live on the 12th floor, and I need to retrieve the key while tightly bound, avoiding the sight of
strangers – the thought alone is incredibly thrilling. The exit is about 5 or 6 meters to the right of my room door. In
my current physical condition, that distance will take at least 5 to 6 minutes, even under ideal conditions.
This determines the success of my plan. If I'm discovered, I'll be completely at their mercy. I feel a mix of
fear and anticipation – a contradictory feeling, a bittersweet experience. It's probably around 10 PM now; the hotel
guests are gradually returning. I hear footsteps and voices outside my room. Now isn't the best
time to go out; I decide to retrieve the key later.
During the wait, fearing room service, I endured the pain in my pylorus, locked
the room door from the inside, and slowly moved the desk. The desk was too heavy; I could only manage to open the door
wide enough for one person to pass through. I crawled on my knees and slowly retraced my steps, using all my strength to get back to bed. I
desperately needed rest to conserve my energy for what was to come. I lay on my side, raising my tightly bound legs to
a comfortable position to minimize the pressure from the ropes. I longed to sleep until dawn, but reason told me
that was wishful thinking. If it was daytime, there was no chance of getting the key undetected, and if I missed
nighttime, my male colleague would definitely come looking for me. Seeing me like this, I couldn't imagine what would
happen . With mixed feelings, I gradually felt sleepy. Never mind, I'll just sleep for a while…
During my deep sleep, I vaguely heard a knocking sound at the door. After no one answered, the knocking stopped, and I
drifted back sleep. I don't know how much time passed, but I was awakened by the urge to urinate. Instinctively, I tried to get up, only
to find my legs tightly bound. The large penis in my mouth and the pain in my anus gradually brought me
back to . I knew I could only relieve myself in bed. A mineral water bottle on the table next to me could be used. I
slowly groped around on the table, poured the water out of the bottle, and slowly inserted the bottle opening into my vagina. My vagina is very
sensitive ; the moment it was inserted, with a spasm in my body, I felt a perverse pleasure.
When did I become so lewd? Kneeling on the bed, I tried to relax my body, focusing on the urge to urinate.
After about five minutes, I finally heard a sound from the bottle. Because my legs were bound too tightly, the urine came out intermittently,
but I finally relieved myself. At that moment, an even bolder idea came to me…

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