Love Bound by Ropes

My company recently closed down, and everyone's been isolating at home. I've been wanting to write something, and now I finally have the time. Life is unpredictable; if I don't write about experiences I can't share, who knows, maybe one day I'll pass away and no one will ever know, which would be such a pity. I've written a rather broad title, but my experiences aren't actually that complicated or unusual. The key is that I'm used to mainstream life, and I can't really turn my hobby into a career. I've loved rope bondage for almost twenty years. My initial exposure came from some mainstream films and television shows. Later, in college, I came across various SM websites, from pictures and videos to original domestic content, to doing my own photoshoots—it all became an obsession. Let me tell you about one unforgettable experience. One year, I was on a business trip back to China and had to stay in Shanghai for a few days. I posted a message in an SM group I frequented—I often post similar messages and never expected any concrete replies. But a girl actually added me. She asked about my situation, and I have to say I was quite cautious, worried about being scammed, cheated, or being a prostitute pretending to be a BDSM player. So I asked a lot of questions, and she probably got annoyed by my questions and directly stated her terms: 1. 2,000 yuan plus four hours in a hotel room; 2. If the mood is right, that's all; 3. No blood. Generally speaking, someone who can offer these terms is undoubtedly an insider in the BDSM community. There are quite a few girls who charge fees in the BDSM world. Then she sent me a few photos of her being raped. I said I was on a business trip and didn't have any rope with me, and she said she could prepare some. That was considered settled. We arranged to meet on the afternoon of my last day in Shanghai, and I arrived at a Starbucks near her company at noon. I recognized her immediately from afar because she was carrying a very large sports bag. The girl was of average appearance, a bit thin, but not shy at all. Following her suggestion, I booked a duplex room at a nearby hotel because there was a staircase for rope binding, something I hadn't thought of beforehand. She said the reason we met near her company was because she couldn't bring her tools home; they were all stored in a box at the company. She had a husband and a regular BDSM partner, her dominant. I wasn't surprised by any of this, and I knew this dominant was probably nearby. At least the girl's safety needed to be guaranteed; as long as she didn't appear in front of me, it didn't matter. As soon as the hotel room door closed, the girl knelt down with a thud, lying on the floor waiting for my orders. Although I enjoyed it, I didn't have much practical experience, especially with complete strangers. But even though I'd never eaten pork, I'd seen pigs walk. I went into the room, sat on the sofa, and gestured for the girl to crawl in, dragging the large gym bag in with my mouth. The bag contained the basic tools: rope, clips, a vibrator, and a whip. I didn't know how to use anything else. The girl came out of the company, wearing a fairly professional shirt and trousers. I tied her hands behind her back—a Japanese-style expert—and made her take off my socks with her mouth. The process was extremely difficult; this was actually part of finding fault, giving me an excuse to punish her. After pulling off her pants and kneeling in front of the sofa, I started whipping her to warm up. After she was red-faced, I did as she said and hung her from the handrail of the second-floor staircase. "Hanging" was really just half-hanging; one leg was raised high while the other remained on the ground. Knowing my own limitations, I decided to avoid anything too difficult for safety reasons. Then came the humiliation: whipping, verbal abuse, and fondling of her naked body. This went on for about half an hour before I took her down, untied her, and then re-tied her clothes. This time, she was bound tightly, with her hands and feet tied together behind her back. If anyone doesn't understand, they can search for the infamous "hogtied." The girl brought some sex toys. I inserted a dildo into her body and had her lie face down while I gave it to her. I also took a short break. In this kind of "training," the dominant probably does more of the work. Later, because she was so wet, the dildo slipped out, so the "training" was paused. During this time, an incident occurred: her husband called. I answered on speakerphone for her, and she answered the phone naked, lying on the bed, her hands and feet tightly bound behind her back, her whole body arched. Her tone was as casual as if she were at her office. She said she was going to her parents' house that evening to pick up some things and have dinner, and told her husband not to wait for her. Throughout the call, it was clear they were a very unhappy couple; both were extremely impatient with each other, almost constantly on the verge of arguing. During the break, we chatted. I guess she was half-joking, just listening for fun. Her husband was the son of a high-ranking official, but after marriage, she discovered his father's position wasn't as powerful as he'd boasted before the marriage, so their relationship quickly soured. She had already left the scene and found a new master. I understand this guy was a loan shark; there was a specific term for it back then, but I don't remember it. Anyway, sometimes he was super rich and sometimes super poor. When he was poor, the girl would go out and find someone to train her to earn some pocket money to supplement her income. In the second half, I tied her to a chair, spread her legs, gagged her, and forced her with a vibrator until she squirted twice, leaving her a bit exhausted. Then I tied her up tightly and made her kneel in front of the window, whipping her until her entire back was red before stopping. I sat on the sofa while she knelt, still a Japanese-style expert, giving me her turn. I must say, she was very dedicated, licking until I ejaculated. After showering, I packed up my tools, checked out, and took her to her company to drop off her bag. In the elevator, the rope marks on her wrists were clearly visible. She said, "You didn't tie me up tightly enough. I used to know a guy from the military who tied me up really tightly..." I glanced at the bewildered older women in the elevator, pretending not to hear them. When I came out of her company, her master was already waiting for her downstairs. I hesitated for a moment but still went over to say hello. I awkwardly shook hands, not knowing what to say. Should I ask my cousin? That guy had a burly, pot-bellied face and looked like a tough character, but he was incredibly kind. He insisted on seeing me off when he heard I was going to the airport, and I had to decline for a while before I finally managed to get away. That's the end of the story.

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