A girl's experience of self-bondage

To be honest, I'm an exceptionally conceited girl. I think I'm pretty, lively, and cute. However, as an only child, I lack the care of siblings, so my personality is somewhat aloof. I'm willing to do whatever I want, no matter what it is.

Sometimes I'm extremely restless and can't even control my actions. Whenever this happens, I wish someone would control me, restrain me, and prevent my personality from developing. So, I moved the camera down, pointing my vulva at the camera. Through her see-through panties, I could clearly see the shape of her vulva, like a small steamed bun, with thick labia. I typed to her: "Your labia are so fat." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we got to know each other. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I would copy and paste from the local escort website she169.com to offer private chat, etc. Watching his performances, we gradually talked more and more. Sometimes we'd chat on QQ while at work; at home, we'd experience alternative forms of sex—it was all about the feeling. Deep down, I harbored a sadistic streak, a desire to control myself, a craving for that atmosphere. Three years ago, I came across SM. At first, I thought it was abnormal. Why tie up girls with ropes? How cruel! But slowly, I read articles written by some girls and understood their feelings. I began to accept and understand.

Although I desperately suppressed these thoughts, my sadistic streak only made me sink deeper.

However, time cruelly brought me to 2002. My desire to be tied up grew stronger, but I was still a girl. I didn't dare let anyone tie me up. Although I had had sex with my boyfriend, I was still afraid of being raped.

I started experimenting by tying my hands together with a rope in front of me to experience the feeling. Most of the time, it was during moments when I felt restless and anxious. I did feel a real sense of restraint. The more agitated I was, the more the thin rope showed its power. Gradually, I began to like ropes.
So I thought of binding myself, but there was a problem. I lived with my parents, and there was no space for me to carry out my plan. The methods I saw on the website were not feasible for me. I couldn't think of a good way to separate my parents (God, but I believed I would have a chance eventually). Secretly, I started preparing my SM equipment. I eagerly awaited my parents' departure (God! I was so happy!).

However, what shocked me the most was the "Baby" cheongsam bondage. It was really exceptionally beautiful. Gradually, I had a strange thought: what would it be like if I were bound like that?
Only God knows. The opportunity came. In the past two years, my father's company's profits have increased significantly, and our family's income has increased substantially. This May Day, my father planned to take the whole family on a trip to the south. When my father asked me, I said I was reading and wouldn't go. Although they were puzzled: what's wrong with our usually restless daughter? But they still respected my opinion and left me at home alone. Before leaving, Huan He gave me a lot of instructions, which I agreed to. I was waiting for the time when I could be alone.

On the afternoon of April 29th, my parents left, leaving me alone at home. I was overjoyed but also somewhat overwhelmed. Lost in my own world, I turned on the stereo and danced for a while. Tired of dancing, I decided I should start implementing my plan: 1. I need to test the melting time of the ice lock. 2. Boil the rope in hot water. 3. Disinfect the gag with alcohol. 4. Buy the best AA batteries. 5. Buy a radish. 6. Get one of my dad's condoms…

Until after 11 pm, when the outside world quieted down, I was in a terrible state. I turned around, bound hand and foot, with a ball stuffed in my mouth, a vibrator in my vagina, and a radish-made anal plug in my anus. My nipples were sticking out over 400 milliliters of water, my lower abdomen was swollen and distended. I wanted to defecate, I wanted to urinate, but I couldn't. The time was finally almost up. I held the key to the front door and the key to the basement in one hand. She moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera. Through her see-through panties, I could clearly see the shape of her vulva, like a small steamed bun, with thick labia. I typed to her: "Your labia are so plump." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we got to know each other. From then on, I went to her chat room every day just to see her. At night, I would go to the local escort website she169. Copy and paste com, you know, provide private chat, Shanlingqiao and other services. Watching his performance, we gradually talked more and more. Sometimes we chatted on QQ while at work; at home, we experienced alternative sex, just wanting that feeling, liking the atmosphere there. Gently opening the door, it was dark outside, a cold wind blew, making me shiver. I slowly walked to the bottom of the stairs, I tried to put my feet on the second step, but I couldn't, because my legs, from the knees up, were tightly bound with ropes, and there were also shackles only 20 centimeters long. When I bound my legs, I didn't measure whether this binding method would allow me to go downstairs.
I slept well that night. April 30th I opened my wardrobe and took out my equipment. Although I was mentally prepared, seeing the bed full of ropes, locks, and a vibrator still made me a little scared. But thinking that this was pleasure, this was pleasure, I felt no guilt. After taking a hot shower, I didn't rush into it. I wanted to calm my pounding heart. It wasn't until after 2 PM that I slowly calmed down, and I thought it was time to begin.

My plan was that I could unlock the handcuffs and free myself in the house, then go to the basement to find the key to unlock the shackles and completely free myself.

I took out five locks, numbered 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. Lock 1 was the handcuff lock, lock 2 was the shackle lock, lock 3 was the metal lock from the house... Lock 4 was the lock on the metal box in the basement, and lock 5 was the lock that locked me to the water pipe. I tied the key to lock 5 to the water pipe 1 meter away from my head with a 1.5-meter string, fixed a piece of wire 1 meter away from my head with pliers, and hung a Coke bottle filled with water on it with a rubber band. She moved the camera down, pointing her vulva at the camera. Through her see-through underwear, I could clearly see the shape of her vulva, like a small steamed bun, with thick labia. I typed to her: "Your labia are so fat." She replied with a tongue-out emoji. That's how we got to know each other. From then on, I went to her chat room every day. Just to see her. At night, I'd go to the local escort website she169.com to copy and paste information for private chat, and watch his performance. Gradually, we talked more and more. Sometimes at work, we'd chat on QQ; at home, we'd experience alternative sex, just for that feeling, liking the atmosphere there. I'd thread the rope holding the key through the loop, drape it over the wire, thread a section of IV tubing through the stopper of the cola bottle, wrap a section of belt around the water pipe and hang it on the lock. Then I'd tie a section of thread to the needle and attach it to the water pipe. I didn't want a section of IV tubing left on the bottle on my chest after the drip was finished. I'd put the key on the door and the key on the handcuffs... I put it in the tin box, locked it (lock 3), and put the key to the shackles lock in the tin box in the basement. I thought I'd just put the basement key on the dining table.

I took the ice lock out of the large refrigerator, hung the key to lock 3, locked all the locks, and thought for a moment, then decided it was okay to begin.

I didn't want to be naked because that would leave marks, and the rope going through my crotch would damage my genitals. I first shaved a radish into an anal plug shape and put a condom on it. I locked myself in the bedroom, took off all my clothes, and looked at a beautiful naked girl in the large mirror. I imagined what it would be like in the future. My vagina was a little wet. I slowly inserted the vibrator into my vagina. My lower body immediately felt an unusual sensation, a strange excitement. I inserted the radish into my anus; although it hurt a little, I endured it. I put on a very small pair of briefs and wrapped the vibrator and the radish-made anal plug inside. After inserting these two devices, I immediately felt a fullness in my lower body. Although it was a little uncomfortable, I thought, isn't this what I wanted? I then put on a very tight top. At this moment, I saw a very beautiful girl in the large mirror. From the outside, you couldn't tell that I had the device inserted into my lower body. I thought I should start binding myself: now I can start binding. Just thinking about the feeling of the rope tightly binding my body made my vagina unconsciously wet again.

I took out two 3-meter-long hemp ropes and tied them to my two slender legs. Then I took a 2-meter-long rope and tied it tightly from the top of my thighs to my knees, finally tying them together. Since I was going downstairs later, I couldn't tie them all the way down. To make going downstairs more difficult, I originally wanted to use a 50-centimeter-long leather belt, but then I thought, since my hands were free at that point, I could use a shorter one and just hold onto the stair railing. So I used a 20-centimeter-long leather belt, securing both ends with padlocks around my ankles. At that moment, I hesitated. Was this really how I was supposed to bind myself? But it was too late to regret it. To unlock the locks, I had to go to the basement. Although I lived on the third floor, I still didn't dare to do it in broad daylight (later I realized I should have regretted it then).

After binding my lower body, I carefully walked to the mirror and was quite satisfied with this method of binding. With my legs bound like this, walking wasn't too difficult.

I pulled out a 12-meter-long hemp rope and tightly bound my upper body using a "turtle shell" binding method. When the rope tightened around my genitals, I felt a certain sensation. Then I attached two clothespins, tying a rubber band to each and a Coke bottle to the bottom—a device I invented myself to create a pulling sensation on my nipples. I then tied another piece of rope to the Coke bottle and fastened it to the rope binding my breasts. This device provided some pulling on my breasts without causing me to drop the bottle due to the pain. Next, I opened my mouth wide and painstakingly shoved a gag into my mouth, tightly tying the rope behind my head. To increase the pain, I deliberately found a short piece of rope (this short rope later brought me immense suffering).
I threaded it through the rope around my neck and the rope around my buttocks, tightened it, and my body bent backward rapidly, making my breasts protrude even more, and my chest curves more beautiful. I looked in the mirror again: I saw a beautiful girl ruthlessly bound with ropes, her mouth tightly gagged. I felt a little smug; you see, I only have three large holes in my body, and now I've ruthlessly gagged them all. One last step. I slowly walked to the bathroom pipe and inserted the IV drip into the Coke bottle on my chest (the bottle stopper was rubber). I turned on the IV controller, and the water began to drip slowly from the bottle into the one on my chest. I threaded the handcuffs' straps under the ropes around my buttocks, so that I could keep my body from moving. I turned on the vibrator, and immediately my body felt like it was being electrocuted. To avoid regret and ruining everything, I quickly locked the handcuffs and then used the lock I had prepared to fasten my hands to the water pipe. But who knew that my nightmare was just beginning... After my initial joy, I was forced to face reality. I was locked to the bathroom tap, and the water in the bottle attached to my back was slowly increasing. At first, I didn't feel any pain, but as the water continued to rise, the rubber band kept stretching.
I felt like the world had ceased to exist, a feeling of soaring through the air. But as time went on, this feeling was gradually replaced by the pain in my nipples. I looked up and saw that there was still a small amount of water left in the bottle, but my nipples were already extremely painful. Looking down, I saw that the string on the bottle hadn't worked yet.

I wanted to stop the agonizing dripping water, so I started twisting my body, trying to pull off the vibrator, but I couldn't. I was tightly locked to the pipe. What made it even more unbearable was the small rope I had deliberately added. Every time I twisted my body, it mercilessly pulled the rope between my legs, digging into my vagina and pushing the vibrator in hard. At times, I thought it was almost reaching my G-spot. I despaired. I cursed myself for being a bastard, for doing this. I cried, tears streaming down my face, but I couldn't cry out loud. My mouth was gagged, so I could only make muffled sounds. Because of the emotional turmoil, I was drooling a lot, but I couldn't swallow it. I could only watch it drip down my chin onto my breasts (because the small rope prevented me from looking down).

After a long, almost hopeless wait, the water in the bottle finally stopped dripping. I got the key, unlocked the door, and finally escaped the confinement of the hose. Although the string on the bottle against my chest had worked, the hateful rubber band kept pulling on my back. To alleviate the pain in my nipples, I tried to bend over, trying to support the bottle with my legs, but as soon as I bent over, the rope between my legs came into play, digging hard into my genitals. I gave up on that idea and walked shakily out of the bathroom.

I glanced at the ice lock; it had melted a little. I had no choice but to go into my bedroom and slowly lie down. I had to lie down, otherwise the pain in my nipples was just too much. But with the pain in my breasts lessened, the vibrator's effect became very obvious, which made me happy. I couldn't lie still, but the rope that made me turn over came into play, so I could only quietly enjoy the orgasms one after another.

More than four hours later, the battery was low and the vibrator was less effective. I went to the living room and saw that the ice lock had completely melted. The key was there. I was overjoyed and thought: Although today was a bit painful, I enjoyed a kind of happiness that many people cannot enjoy. I should free myself. I took the key and went to open the tin box, but I couldn't open it no matter what I did. I was stunned and broke out in a cold sweat. Impossible!

Why couldn't I open it? I tried repeatedly to open the box, but the result was predictable. My mind went blank. Oh no, oh no, oh no! What am I going to do? I can't just stay tied up like this and wait for my parents to come. Even if I wait for them, what will I do for food, drink, and sleep?
I was truly desperate at that moment, even contemplating suicide. Later, I calmed down and carefully recalled my self-binding process. I realized that the key in my hand might be the key to the basement box. At least I hadn't locked the basement key in this box. But how could I open the door to the basement? I had already locked the door key in the box. I felt helpless, but I didn't give up because I couldn't give up.

If I gave up, everyone could imagine the consequences. My father had said that the spare key to the door was in his drawer. I endured the pain of my nipples being pulled and went to my parents' bedroom, searching for my last glimmer of hope. I struggled to open the drawer; there were many things inside, but my hands were tightly locked to the rope around my hips, making it impossible to... I searched by hand, pulling out all the drawers. I used my head to push, and as I lowered my head, the specially designed little rope pulled on the rope between my legs, recklessly digging into my genitals. The vibrator would then hit my clitoris. At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; this was my last shred of life, otherwise I would die without a burial place. I finally found the key, but it was stuck in my hands; I couldn't get it out, nor could I pick it up with my mouth. So I slowly walked to the kitchen, found a pair of chopsticks, and used them to pry the key out. During this process, I stubbornly... I endured the excruciating pain emanating from my body. I had the key, but I dared not go downstairs. Although my home was on the third floor, it was daytime, and I could only wait for nightfall. I waited and waited, time seemed to stand still. Although I could be freed when the time came, something else was causing me unbearable pain. I had been bound for over six hours, and I felt the urge to defecate and urinate. My vagina and anus were painfully blocked from the prolonged congestion, but

what could I do but wait?

My calves didn't have enough room to sway, and if I wasn't careful, I might fall down the stairs, which would be disabling me. The only way was to sit down and incline slowly, using my legs and buttocks. I decided to do that, but I didn't realize that sitting down meant bending over. As soon as I sat down, the extra rope I had added pulled hard on the rope between my legs, tightening it around my genitals. I involuntarily let out a "Ah!" Even though my mouth was gagged, I still made a "woo-woo" sound. It was this sound that caused the motion-activated switch for the hallway lights to turn on. My face felt burning hot, and my head went blank. I was in the hallway, not at home. Inside, if others saw me, would I still be alive? I held my breath and waited. Three minutes later, the light went out. I slowly moved down, each step tightening the hateful ropes. After a long march of 25,000 li, I finally reached the basement door. I breathed a sigh of relief and groped my way to open it in the darkness. I turned on the light, slowly opened the box, and took all the keys. I tried to unlock the handcuffs, but the keys were faulty. It seemed I had to go back home to open that box to free myself. I then traveled a long way home, unlocked the handcuffs and shackles, and freed myself from all restraints. I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, and my urine and feces flowed like a fountain.

I lay on the bed, panting, thinking: I'm free! I'm free! I'm free!

The feeling of freedom and the weight lifted from my shoulders was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I checked my breasts; they were swollen, and my vagina and anus were also swollen. Although it was very painful, I had gained feelings and experiences I had never had before.

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