(Mimi Original) This is the first time I've been handcuffed~ Here's her email, guys, come on in!

My First Time Handcuffed (Mimi Original)
Foreword:
I like SM, especially bondage. I enjoy both the one binding and the one being bound. I have a regular SM partner, but due to certain reasons, we can't play together often. Therefore, I practiced self-binding and have gained quite a bit of experience. When I have the chance to be alone, I can bind myself and then handcuff myself for a very exciting day. I used to think I was perverted, but after going online, I realized there are many people in the world who enjoy this. It's just that Chinese cultural traditions restrict people from speaking openly. Actually, some people like diamond jewelry, some like steel handcuffs, some like designer clothes, and some like being bound by ropes. Everyone is just pursuing a feeling. As long as it doesn't harm others, and everyone finds their own satisfaction, it's fair and just, and the world is at peace. This is my first time publishing an article on a domestic forum. I welcome feedback from fellow enthusiasts. I love bondage, especially handcuffs. I have a small blog on Yahoo where I repost many pictures of beautiful women in handcuffs and shackles (rarely seen on regular forums). I also have illustrated tutorials on making handcuffs and shackles myself, which gets a lot of views. I sincerely invite you to take a look when you have time; perhaps you'll be interested in exchanging ideas with me. Thank you!! My email is [email protected]
My forum address is http://tw.club.yahoo.com/clubs/luckysm
Mimi recently wrote about her experience and feelings of being handcuffed by police for the first time, and published it publicly today (previously only shown to a few close friends). As far as I know, many enthusiasts have had a very shocking and interesting experience when they first put on handcuffs and shackles. I hope everyone can recall their "first time" and write it down. If anyone has a special collection of handcuffs and shackles, I also hope they can share it with fellow enthusiasts (sharing is caring). If you have any special methods or techniques for putting on handcuffs and shackles, please share them with everyone. For those friends who post the above articles and pictures, Mimi has no way to repay you except by offering herself—she's sending you two photos of herself wearing high heels and shackles. The poster gets a share, and she will never go back on her word!!!! Some people doubt whether these are Mimi's own photos? It's a very simple way to tell: If you've been following Mimi's work in this family, you'll definitely recognize that the shackles Mimi is wearing are the ones she's teaching everyone about making herself! When
Mimi first wore handcuffs
, she was very young. I already had a strange feeling about restraint. Every time I saw scenes or images of binding or shackles in novels, on TV, in movies, or in real life, my heart would race, my face would turn red, and even my breathing would become rapid. I liked this inexplicable feeling and longed to try wearing handcuffs myself, but I never had the chance. I found a small chain and, whenever I had time, I would use two small padlocks to lock my hands. I also collected novels, books (called "dollbooks" in Cantonese), and pictures related to this topic. When I read them, I would imagine myself as the characters, which gave me a sense of satisfaction.
One year during summer vacation, I... I stayed at my aunt's house in Taiwan. My cousin is a policeman, and I noticed that every time he came home from get off work, he would carefully lock his handgun and handcuffs into a drawer. Several times, I made excuses to ask my cousin to open the drawer so I could see a real handgun (I didn't dare say I wanted to see the handcuffs). This was the first time I had been so close to handcuffs. When I touched the gun, I deliberately touched it, and a sudden chill almost made me stop breathing. For the next few days, I kept thinking: how could I get my hands handcuffed by my cousin?
My efforts paid off; I discovered my cousin had a crush on a young woman living across the street. She was a college student from Hong Kong studying in Taiwan. Since we were both from Hong Kong and spoke Cantonese, I quickly greeted and chatted with her. Seeing how well I knew her, my cousin naturally wanted to start with me, asking me to be his "third wheel." I seized the opportunity to ask him to unconditionally help me whenever I needed it, and I even declared that extending my left pinky finger meant I wanted him to keep his promise…
A few days later, that young woman was already sitting in my aunt's living room, chatting and watching TV with us. My cousin said he was a little bored, so I suggested playing cards. So the three of them started fighting. After playing for a while, I said that losing should be punished to make it more exciting. My cousin suggested ear clips, but I said ear clips would hurt. I suggested taking the handcuffs out and whoever lost would wear them. My cousin immediately objected, saying that those weren't toys and couldn't be played with! I secretly held up my left pinky finger to him, and he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't, and glared at me. With a reluctant look, I opened the drawer and placed the handcuffs and key on the table… I lost the first round. I stood up and stretched out my hands. *Crack, crack*, my cousin, with a vengeful smile, expertly handcuffed my hands. The gleaming, cold steel cuffs locked my hands. I took a deep breath, and for some reason, my legs went weak, and I… I slumped back into the chair, startling my cousin and the woman. The woman helped me up and told my cousin to quickly untie the handcuffs. I composed myself and blurted out, "No, no!" I said I was willing to accept the loss, but I was genuinely afraid my cousin would untie me!
Then I slowly shuffled the cards (here, the loser shuffles and deals), dealt the cards, and played them, intentionally dropping and picking them up repeatedly. As a result, I kept losing, the handcuffs remained on, my heart pounded, and my legs unconsciously tightened their grip… Luckily, my cousin and the woman were too busy exchanging glances to notice my behavior.
I don't know how long we played, but my cousin said he was a little hungry and suggested we go out for something to eat. I quickly said I wasn't hungry, and that they should go ahead. In that situation, you know my response would be well-received. Reluctantly, I let my cousin remove the handcuffs. The young lady held my hands and asked if the handcuffs hurt. I said no, my cousin had just loosened the handcuffs, and it didn't hurt at all. In the blink of an eye, my cousin came out and went out with her.
I had only just heard the door close when I rushed into my cousin's room. Sure enough, just as I expected! In the situation just now, which is when any man would make a mistake, my cousin hadn't locked the drawer! My God! You're so good to me! I quickly removed the handcuffs, cupped my hands to my heart, and let the icy feeling seep into my heart again. Only when the handcuffs warmed up did I come to my senses. Holding the handcuffs, they weren't very heavy, but they had a substantial feel. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the surface was smoothly polished, and they were made entirely of stainless steel. The crisp clicking sound when locking them was ear-piercing. The handcuff rings were connected by two iron chains in the middle, not as long as in the books or as I had imagined. (Strangely, when I was playing cards, the handcuffs were on my hands, but I didn't dare to look directly at them until now.) I imitated how my cousin put the handcuffs on me, tapping the rings on my wrist. Wow! My wrist felt like it had been hit with an iron rod; it hurt a lot, but the handcuffs didn't lock. Next time, this time I pressed instead of tapping, and... *click*... The handcuffs spun around and locked my wrists. I put the key away and then handcuffed my other hand. Looking closely at my handcuffed hands, my throat felt dry, and I swallowed hard. I went into the kitchen and, for the first time, awkwardly and unnaturally took a large bottle of ice water from the refrigerator. The cap, which I usually unscrewed easily, wouldn't open smoothly because my hands were handcuffed. I had to use my thighs to hold the bottle in place to remove the cap. Whether it was excitement or nervousness, I felt sweat pouring down my face. I held the bottle in both hands and gulped down more than half of the ice water before I came to my senses.
I walked back to the living room and sat on the sofa, feeling a warm, inexplicable joy. I slipped my tightly handcuffed hands under my clothes and gently touched my nipples with the cold handcuffs. In an instant, I saw my nipples shrink and harden. I felt a slight blush rise to my cheeks, my mind went blank, and my vagina suddenly felt a series of strong contractions. My underwear was already soaked. I was experiencing my first orgasm while handcuffed. I gently caressed my breasts with my hands, but my lower body was also calling for my hands. Naturally, as usual, I wanted to share the pleasure of "self-touching" with both hands... A "clang," followed by the clinking of the handcuff chains, and a sharp pain in my wrists, jolted me from my reverie. No, no! I felt the flush on my face; it would look awful if others saw it. I hugged my handcuffed hands to my chest and looked around the living room again. Thankfully, the living environment in Taipei was indeed much better than in Hong Kong. Although my cousin's living room had windows on two sides, none of them faced any other doors or windows. Only then did I feel relieved. I dared not touch myself anymore, afraid my cousin would suddenly return, but my handcuffed hands wouldn't obey my commands, stubbornly continuing to grope their owner. Suddenly, I remembered fantasizing about having my hands handcuffed behind my back. Why not try it? Reluctantly, I untied the handcuffs and quickly put my hands behind my back. *Click*, my hands were locked. My shoulders slumped, and with a pull back, my upper body swayed naturally a few times. Ah! So comfortable! I turned my head back, trying to see my hands cuffed behind my back, but I couldn't. I tilted my head back, took a deep breath, and straightened my chest. The movement relieved the constriction of the handcuffs on my wrists—it felt so good!
I walked a few steps in the living room. Perhaps because my hands were cuffed behind my back, my upper body lost its balance, and my steps were a little unsteady. I had to consciously control my entire body to walk properly. That feeling felt like I'd experienced it before…like…that's right, just like the first time I walked in high heels! Yes! I need to change into high heels quickly; it'll be even more exciting! Thinking of this, I disregarded the constraints of being handcuffed and hurried back to the guest room. I used my feet to pull my white 3.5-inch high-heeled strappy sandals from under the bed. After putting them on, I could only squat on the floor, using my handcuffs to fasten the laces with considerable difficulty. Only when I slowly stood up did I realize I was covered in sweat. Accustomed to wearing high heels, I naturally straighten my legs and chest; the most comfortable posture with my handcuffs behind my back is with my shoulders relaxed and chest out. I thought my figure must look beautiful now! There was a full-length mirror in the bathroom; I wanted to see myself! Perhaps because I was used to being cautious in high heels, now, even with my handcuffs behind my back, I was even more careful with each step. I started walking very steadily; I even started to walk like a cat when I left the room. (A fashion model walking on a catwalk)
When I saw a girl in a short skirt and high heels, her breasts bulging, but her hands were bound behind her back with gleaming handcuffs, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy... I felt sweat on my face, but my hands couldn't reach her. Because of the friction from walking the "catwalk," my lower body felt a little wet and hot, but my hands still couldn't reach her... Everything I could do easily before was now impossible because of the handcuffs. In my anxiety, my uterus and nipples, hardened by heightened desire, and my vagina began to contract involuntarily. I realized I was about to lose control again, and a surge of pleasure engulfed me.
Dragging my weary body back to the sofa in the living room, my hands and shoulders were especially tired, but I still couldn't bear to untie the handcuffs. "Ring...ring...ring..." The phone on the coffee table suddenly rang, startling me. Should I answer it or not? I thought about it a dozen times in a second or two, and finally, with my handcuffed hands and an extremely awkward posture, I picked up the receiver: "Hello, who is this?" My voice was dry and trembling, even I felt it! It was my cousin on the other end of the line. He told me I'd be back later and to fend for myself if I was hungry. I quickly said "Okay, okay!" and put the receiver down. Ouch! My wrist was almost broken by the handcuffs! I sat on the sofa, gently rubbing my handcuffed wrists together. Although I couldn't see them, I could feel the indentations of the handcuffs in my wrists… one… two… three… In a daze, I collapsed onto the sofa, handcuffed behind my back…
A wave of pain and numbness jolted me awake. I instinctively tried to prop myself up, but suddenly couldn't feel my hands! I quickly reached forward and pulled hard, the reality of the restraint reminding me that my handcuffs were behind my back. Strangely, despite such a large movement, my hands didn't feel any pain. I leaned my handcuffed hands and head to one side, and was horrified to see that my palms were a deep purplish-red. The handcuffs were deeply embedded in my wrists; apart from numbness and a strong throbbing pulse, I felt nothing else! Ah! I understood—it must have been because the handcuffs had tightened when I collapsed on the sofa. (I later learned that handcuffs and shackles have a locking mechanism to prevent them from tightening further.) I hurriedly found the handcuff key, enduring the tingling, numb, and throbbing pain, and finally managed to insert it into the keyhole to unlock the handcuffs. I looked at my swollen, purplish-red hands; the taut, engorged veins, now freed, were returning the stagnant blood to my heart. A surge of heat rushed from my hands and heart, quickly spreading to every acupoint in my body… I exhaled deeply, feeling more relaxed than ever before, as if I could fly… soaring… soaring…
When my cousin returned, I had already changed into long-sleeved clothes; you know why, I don't need to explain. The red handcuff marks on my hands completely disappeared after a day, but this experience left an indelible and beautiful mark on my heart. Since then, I have constantly relived, relived, reenacted, and developed this feeling. Perhaps some people find this behavior incomprehensible, even think I'm perverted, but that's alright. I only speak for my own feelings, my own enjoyment… Handcuffs, you will be my lifelong partner, my lifelong love!
(End of short essay) Just like the fleeting pleasure and relief of having your handcuffs removed, you and I share this hobby (though perhaps to varying degrees). Please tell me how you feel when you have time, okay?

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