SM - Four Cups of Water

Four Cups of Water
I can't quite pinpoint when I started enjoying self-binding. It began when no one was around, I'd lock my bedroom door and play around with it alone.
Later, it evolved into making a thong out of cotton rope and binding it to my lower body. The ends of the thong were tied with small knots, making it easy to insert into my genitals. Every step I took would pull the rope, stimulating my private parts.
Sometimes, I'd deliberately bind my lower body and go shopping without a care in the world. Because I didn't know when I'd orgasm, it was especially stimulating. And the wetter I was down there, the tighter the knots would be, further stimulating my private parts.
A few
nights ago, I was shopping at a supermarket. As usual, I bound my thong tightly, the ropes fastened firmly into my slit, the three knots intimately touching my tender flesh, feeling incredibly itchy.
Just before I checked out, I ran into a woman who spoke to me because she'd forgotten her membership card. When I handed her my card, I noticed obvious bruises on her wrists, like marks left from binding with rope. I couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. This woman was about five centimeters shorter than me, with shoulder-length hair, a slender figure, and looked to be in her early twenties. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt, a black short skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and brown high heels.
"Here's your card, little sister, thank you." As I was intently observing her, she smiled and handed the card back.
"Ah, okay, it's nothing." I smiled and reached for the card, but as I did so, I noticed a long red mark on her neck, which looked like it had been there recently. Looking at the items she had bought, one thing immediately caught my eye.
It was a hemp rope!
It seemed my guess was right; this woman was in the same boat. My heart started racing, and my private parts felt a little damp. I could clearly feel the rope tightening little by little. I quickly moved my legs to distribute the force evenly.
The woman picked up her things and walked out with a "thump-thump."
I pretended not to notice anything, paid for my things, and then quietly followed behind her. Even though this girl seemed to live in the opposite direction from the school, I still bravely followed her.
It was evening, and there were few people on the street. My private parts were bound with a thong, and with each step, the rope bounced, causing the three knots inside to jiggle… Surely one of the three knots would touch a sensitive area. After walking for less than ten minutes, I was already panting, my calves feeling weak.
It was so uncomfortable! Seeing that there was no one around, I carried the plastic bag in one hand and shamelessly stroked myself through my denim skirt with the other. Soon, I was soaking wet!
Wet and warm.
The knots in the rope became unusually tight after encountering the moisture, their elasticity and adhesion increasing. After a few steps, the knots had firmly penetrated my private parts.
I swallowed, feeling incredibly hot. I should untie the rope first, otherwise, I'd definitely be driven crazy by this torture.
I had just slipped my hand into my underwear when the woman not far ahead started jogging. She was rushing to cross the street before the light turned red.
I couldn't lose her! Without thinking, I took off running too. After only a couple of steps, I realized I'd made a huge mistake… the small bump had dug deeper into my genitals during my vigorous movement.
It hurt so much!
I felt like a fire was burning down there, searing my nerves. I was almost numb, mechanically running forward. Thankfully, the woman walked a little further and stopped, entering an apartment building. If she had walked any longer, my genitals would have been a complete flood!
Actually, they were already a sea! I felt a cool sensation on my buttocks—my underwear was sticking to my skin. And my legs were involuntarily twisting, which helped relieve the stimulation from the bump. But now wasn't the time. I gritted my teeth, entered the apartment building, carefully climbed the stairs, and found the woman opening the door on the third floor.
Oh, so she lived here. As I thought this, I reached down to my genitals and began to frantically and violently stroke them.
It was so uncomfortable!
Just then, my sister pushed open the door and came in, but she didn't close it; the keychain was still in the peephole. I suppressed my excitement, rushed over, snatched the key, and ran. When I reached the first floor, I heard my sister shout anxiously, "Who's there?"
What a lovely voice! Her moans must be so beautiful.
Not only had I successfully followed her to her house, but I'd also stolen her key. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't, because the intense stimulation and pleasure surged from my genitals—this was almost my limit! I'd been holding back since I started following her, running for a long time, but I wasn't safe yet; I had to keep running. Once I turned that corner, she wouldn't see me!
Three, two, one.
I forced myself to run around the corner. The street was quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight. I clutched my chest, panting heavily. My private parts were throbbing uncontrollably, growing more and more intense.
Suddenly, my legs gave way and I collapsed to the ground. A surge of climax washed over me; the exhaustion and fear from before made me scream. A small lump throbbed inside my flesh, rendering me immobile. I picked up the keychain I'd just grabbed and rubbed it vigorously there. Ah, it felt so good!
It had been so long since I'd had such a satisfying climax!
2.
Lin Yue ran outside, but couldn't see a soul on the vast, dark road. She shook her head in confusion, wondering if it was just her imagination.
Lin Yue returned to her room and was shocked to find that the keychain that should have been on the door was gone!
Oh my god! That keychain…
Lin Yue felt dizzy!
Who could have stolen the keys?
Lin Yue was completely baffled.
3.
Back in her little apartment, I was utterly exhausted and just wanted to sleep.
When I sleep, I like to tie my hands and feet tightly together so that, due to the physical constraints, I can have some interesting dreams.
The most interesting time was when I dreamt I met a very handsome guy who was an expert in this art, and he completely ravaged me…
But deep down, I have an extreme aversion to boys' hands and tongues; I enjoy freely manipulating girls' bodies.
I've fantasized more than once about playing with a pitiful girl. She would be wantonly abused by me, and my hands would leave an indelible feeling on her body.
I woke up groggily, my hands rubbing together unnaturally in the dream, red from being bound, and my ankles were also chafed. But I like this pain; I hope for even more intense pain.
After freeing myself and washing my face, I sat on the bed examining yesterday's loot—that small keychain.
There were four keys in total: a brass one, probably from that girl's door; a cross key, probably from an electric scooter; a key for a cabinet lock; and another key that looked like it opened some kind of complex lock, but I'd never seen it before.
Hehe, I chuckled. Tonight, I can sneak into that sister's house again and cause a ruckus—yes, I can slip in while she's not home and catch her off guard. And my carefully prepared tools will come in handy.
That afternoon, I shouldered my backpack containing all my tools and sneaked into the sister's house again. As I expected, she wasn't home. Now I have plenty of time to set my trap.
First, I surveyed the woman's small room. The furniture was simple: a double bed, a few small stools, a computer desk, a computer, and a large wardrobe.
I used one of the keys to open the wardrobe and found several bundles of red rope hidden inside… Wow, I was right, this woman was a fellow enthusiast.
Under the ropes were several books with provocative covers. It seemed she liked to stimulate herself with words. Hehe, interesting.
I continued searching and found a flesh-colored bodysuit among a large pile of brightly colored clothes. Hmm, I thought this woman would buy herself a vibrator and a bondage garment. It seems she's rather conservative. But even the most conservative girl, in my hands, will only have one fate!
Unable to move, unable to stop!
Okay, inspection complete, let's begin my plan!
4.
When Lin Yue returned home, it was already 8 PM.
Today could be said to be the most embarrassing day of her life.
Yesterday, she went shopping wearing a locked chastity belt. Seeking further stimulation, she inserted a vibrator set to its lowest setting. Once locked, it couldn't be opened without a key, meaning it couldn't be removed and would continue operating until the battery died.
However, given the vibrator's power, it would probably take about twenty hours to completely stop.
Twenty hours—the thought of such prolonged masturbation made Lin Yue dizzy; of course, she wouldn't persist that long.
But then, during the night, someone stole her keys, and Lin Yue was in a real bind.
She had spare keys for the house and car, but the chastity belt key… and she only had one.
Almost the entire night, Lin Yue spent trying to open the chastity belt and remove the deeply inserted vibrator. Besides, she had to go to work the next day, but how could such a high-end item be opened by hand?
Lin Yue was on the verge of a breakdown! She teetered on the brink of madness. To alleviate the intense stimulation, she went to the television, found a program she liked, and spread her legs as wide as possible to prevent the vibrator from penetrating too deeply.
But how could one's desires be easily diverted? Soon, Lin Yue's attention was completely focused on the black bindings between her legs, the buzzing vibrations particularly jarring against the television screen.
Ah! Lin Yue had never endured such stimulation before. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so intense, but the thought of not being able to break free amplified the stimulation many times over.
In fact, wasn't the essence of self-bondage precisely the helplessness of being bound hand and foot?
But in this situation, Lin Yue was passively locking herself in, and against her will. A powerful pleasure from the depths of her mind and body enveloped Lin Yue. She wanted to scream, but couldn't; she wanted to cry, but was powerless.
The vibrator faithfully ravaged Lin Yue's private parts, mercilessly destroying her spirit. Gradually, Lin Yue felt an unprecedented desire rising within her, her blood surging, her thighs becoming wet.
The situation became somewhat delicate; Lin Yue, who had initially resisted, was beginning to find herself unable to resist. The stimulation from the vibrator was far from enough to satisfy her desires; she wanted more, stronger!
Lin Yue struggled to her feet, turned off the television, went to the bed in the bedroom, and slowly undressed herself. After leaving only her chastity belt, she took out a red rope, a blindfold, and a gag from the closet.
The yellowish light flickered in the room. Lin Yue skillfully tied several knots, inserted her two smooth legs into the rope, and tightened them sharply, weaving a bond of desire around herself. Little
by little, restrictions were imposed, little by little shackles were placed; Lin Yue's physical space for movement became smaller and smaller, but the space for her spirit to soar grew larger and larger!
Finally, Lin Yue secured a tight-fitting gag around her hands, connected by her tightly pressed feet. She put on a gag, pulled down the blindfold, and the world instantly plunged into darkness. Enduring the overwhelming pleasure, Lin Yue reached behind her and laboriously slipped her hands into the gag. With a powerful push of her legs, the rope immediately left red marks on her wrists.
"Good," Lin Yue thought. She let her body fall heavily onto the bed, rolling and struggling freely, drool constantly dripping from the gag, staining her body and the bed.
But Lin Yue didn't care; she was wholeheartedly savoring the pleasure of being tightly bound!
If she couldn't resist, then she would enjoy it!
"
Why isn't she back yet?" I wondered, growing impatient. I fiddled with my keys, wandering aimlessly around this stranger's house.
According to my plan, once she returned, I would hide under the bed, wait for her to rest, then quietly emerge, handcuff her hands, tie her entire body with rope, and then have my way with her!
Haha, just thinking about how amazing tonight would be made me want to laugh.
"Ugh, why aren't they back yet?" I found one of the older sister's books and started reading it idly. I grabbed a water glass from the computer desk and drank it all.
This book about men and women was utterly pointless.
I threw the book aside, a nameless anger rising within me. "Hmph, I'll vent all my frustrations tonight!"
I chuckled smugly.
6
… I don't know how much time passed, or how quickly I reached my climax…
Lin Yue breathed heavily, slowly untying the ropes binding her. The vibrator below was still working tirelessly, making Lin Yue quite upset. Untying the ropes was much slower than usual; after nearly an hour of frantic twisting, it was exhausting. "
If only I had prepared a knife beforehand…" Lin Yue thought with a sigh.
Suddenly…
a knife?!
Lin Yue's eyes lit up. That's right, with a knife, she could cut the chastity belt. It was laughable that she had focused all her attention on figuring out the lock.
But she didn't have a sharp knife at home. Lin Yue tried scissors and a fruit knife, but they could only make shallow cuts.
It seems I'll have to take tomorrow off to buy a good knife. Lin Yue rummaged through a small drawer in the cabinet, found a few bottles of medicine, took out a few sleeping pills, poured them into a cup with hot water, drank about half a cup, and lay back down on the bed.
If the intimate stimulation continued, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
Soon, the sleeping pills took effect, and Lin Yue drifted off to sleep…
7.
The door opened, and the sound of high heels entered.
I lay under the bed and could see clearly. The clattering of high heels grew closer.
I covered my mouth, held my breath, and waited patiently.
The door opened, and I saw a pair of bright red high heels slowly and carefully moving in… Wait, what's that connected in the middle of the high heels?
I leaned down to look and realized it was a pair of tightly connected, sexy red high heels. Wow, this lady actually went out wearing those shoes! Haha, how interesting!
I felt a surge of heat rush through my body, an indescribable restlessness coursing through my veins.
I couldn't resist, and quietly reached down to my genitals, gently stroking my cute little peach with my fingers.
Then, high heels approached the bed. I stopped moving and waited quietly.
One high heel after another was removed, and then… a pink bra was thrown on the floor, followed by black panties.
Wow? What was she trying to do? She'd stripped herself completely naked!
I waited patiently, hearing sounds of flesh writhing on the bed, making my heart itch. I couldn't resist reaching down again… Wow, so wet!
Suddenly, a foot clad in sexy stockings reached down, then another, walking to the wardrobe and taking out a large bundle of red rope… I understood. It seemed this woman wanted to play self-bondage! What a stroke of luck! I didn't need to wait for an opportunity to tie her up; she'd come to me herself!
I hid under the bed, listening to the sounds coming from the bed while trying to soothe myself.
Hurry up! The position under the bed wasn't comfortable; my hand could only rub the edge of my vulva, and the panties were hindering my movements. I was so anxious I was sweating.
Finally, the commotion above stopped, and groans drifted down, making me itchy with anticipation. The time to act had come. I pulled out the handcuffs I'd prepared beforehand from my pocket, abruptly stood up, but forgot I was under the bed and slammed heavily against the mattress.
Ouch…
Ouch! I tried to reach for my head, but my hands were behind my back, unable to move!
What was happening? I opened my eyes; everything was pitch black, and something was tightly covering them.
I tried to scream, only to find a wad of foul-smelling cloth slowly being stuffed into my mouth, pressed against my throat. It stank! I tried to sit up to vomit, but was shocked to find I couldn't move…
Ah! I tried to move my body, feeling ropes tightly constricting my breasts and lower abdomen. My legs were spread wide, allowing only shallow movements. Even more terrifying, a strong vibration emanated from between my legs, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably…
Ah, so good… so painful… I wanted to scream, but the sound was trapped in my throat… I tried to stop the vibration with my hands, but my arms were firmly bound by the ropes…
Then, a gentle voice sounded in my ear: “Little sister, how does it feel?”
I shook my head vigorously.
“Little sister, I admire your courage to come to my house, but you shouldn’t have drunk the water I put on the table.”
I shook my head desperately… The vibration between my legs intensified; she must have turned on the switch.
“There are sleeping pills dissolved in the water… Haha… What a coincidence… Tell me, how should I properly entertain my guest?”
The vibration between my legs increased again. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. I painfully tried to pull my legs back, but it was no use. The intense stimulation arched my body, and the ropes tightened painfully around my breasts.
"You must have had a wonderful dream just now, right? With the vibrator on, your little sister is so wet!"
After saying that, I felt the vibrator between my legs being removed, and then a hand reached into my private parts…
8
"Little sister, does it feel good?"
I was drenched in sweat, and I don't know how much time had passed. That hand was still partially visible on my private parts, not in a hurry to enter… Heaven knows I was at the peak of desire, and shamelessly pushed my buttocks upwards.
"Use your eyes to communicate with me."
After saying that, the obstruction in front of me was removed.
I slowly opened my eyes, and a fire burned in my face…
It turned out that what was covering my eyes was my bra… The woman was playing with my bra while laughing: "Do you want to take the panties out of your mouth too?"
I almost fainted; what was stuffed in my mouth was my panties… Tears streamed down my face; a feeling of humiliation made me want to die.
My sister looked at me and laughed, "Don't cry, let's keep playing."
Then, she untied the ropes binding my legs, put them together, and re-tied the ropes around my ankles and joints. I tried to resist, but I couldn't muster any strength, and my sister was very strong.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my buttocks; something foreign had been inserted into them, causing me to bend over in pain.
My sister laughed, "It's so tight! Here, take off your underwear and drink some water."
Saying this, she untied the rope behind my head and reached into my mouth to remove the underwear, but she did so slowly, deliberately letting the taste linger in my mouth. Finally,
after much difficulty removing the underwear, a wave of nausea washed over me. My sister smiled and brought me a glass of water, helping me up and saying, "Here, the taste in your mouth isn't pleasant, is it? Drink some."
With the unpleasant smell still lingering in my mouth, I had no choice but to drink the water. I drank half the glass in one gulp before realizing a strong, spicy sensation shot straight to my head. I struggled to spit it out, but my entire mouth and tongue were terribly numb.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I grabbed the wrong chili water," my sister said, feigning apology. "Here, this is the hot water."
She picked up another cup, took a sip herself, looked at me pitifully, and laughed, "No mistake, right?"
I cried, "Give me water...it's so spicy..."
My sister put a straw into the cup and said, "I'll put the cup in another room. Figure out how to get here yourself."
...My hands and arms were tied behind my back, my body was bound with rope, and my legs were tightly bound together. Even the slightest movement would tug at my sensitive clitoris, not to mention that something was inserted into my anus, gently swelling inside me.
My sister smiled and carried the cup to the next room.
I cried, "No! Give me water..." My throat burned, and my voice was distorted.
My sister chuckled, "Come over here if you want to talk, use your hands and feet!"
I cried, "My hands and feet won't move... My butt hurts so much... What did you put in there..."
My sister laughed, "You can't even handle this? Haha, it's just a small massager. If you don't come over and drink some water soon, the massager will keep moving inside you!"
With that, my sister pressed a switch, and a violent vibration came from my lower body, like an electric shock, making me jump up. I desperately tried to grab my buttocks with both hands, but the tight bindings on my back meant my hands could only stay at chest height.
It hurt so much! I curled up my legs, trying to squeeze them together, but the pain continued to emanate from my lower body.
"You'd better hurry up, this can last for 20 hours. If you can't handle it, you'll have to savor the experience. Hmph, you made me endure 20 hours yesterday, today I'll teach you a lesson. Little sister, I'm going out to buy some things. I won't stuff anything in your mouth, anyway, you drank chili water, you can't scream even if you want to."
After saying this, the older sister increased the intensity of the vibrator inside me and left with a smile. 　　I
was alone, naked, my whole body tightly bound by red ropes, my throat burning with pain, pitifully and helplessly lying on the bed. 　　I don't know how much time passed, but I lay on the bed, unable to even sit up. My lower body was swollen and painful, my legs trembling, yet a strange pleasure rose in my heart, even with a kind of enjoyment.

I'm so shameless... I thought sadly, but my throat was still sore that I didn't even have the strength to groan...
Ah! I felt the stimulation in my lower body intensify, and penetrate even deeper.
It hurts... I arched my back, my hands red and sore from the binding.
What should I do... If I don't hurry and get some water, am I going to stay on the bed with my hands and feet bound, constantly having my buttocks stimulated?
And right now, I'm on the verge of orgasm, craving the stimulation from my peach, even just a gentle caress with my hands would be nice! My sister is so mean, she didn't tie a knot in my lower body, there's only a rope that's barely visible, lightly touching my private parts, preventing me from getting any real relief.
But my hands are completely immobile, and tears welled up in my eyes.
I turned over forcefully, facing the bed, raised my legs, pressed my lower body against the sheets, and rubbed it back and forth repeatedly, letting out drunken groans, my heart burning with boiling heat.
Hurry, hurry, I rubbed desperately, ignoring the rope binding my hands as it slowly tightened.
Ah, it feels so good… But I want it deeper, more intense… My throat hurts so much. After such vigorous activity, my mouth is parched. No, no, water…
I closed my eyes, buried my face in the sheets, and cried in agony. But… my legs, bound together, still twitched involuntarily.
What to do? I calmed myself down and thought. This woman's binding technique is excellent; I won't be able to break free anytime soon. I drank several mouthfuls of chili water earlier, and now it's starting to take effect. My mouth is incredibly dry, even more so than if I had a gag in it. Anyone would be unbearably thirsty if I kept going like this. Besides, the ropes around my joints have tightened even more from the violent twisting. When that woman comes back, will I be able to get away with it?
No, I have to escape. I thought. I struggled to sit up, but the vibrator inserted in my anus went in even further. Waves of pain almost tore my nerves apart. I quickly changed to a kneeling position, sticking my buttocks out to try and expel the vibrator. The situation was urgent; I didn't care how lewd or embarrassing this position was.
Let my body be less stimulated!
Huh? I've been trying so hard, but the massager stuck in my butt won't budge. Did that woman tie the end of the massager with a rope? Oh no, what am I going to do? I tried arching my back and pulling on the rope around my buttocks with my sweaty hands. Damn it, she tied it too tightly; my hands had no room to move.
Nearby… is there a knife? Learning from my last experience, I didn't dare sit up completely. I lay on the bed with my thighs spread out, the sheets already soaked with my sweat and bodily fluids. Staring at the stain, I couldn't believe I'd gotten so wet.
Knife, water… I muttered these two words to myself, turning to my side, bending and straightening my legs, slowly moving my body off the bed and into another room.
10
Lin Yue was in a good mood today. After selling the vegetables she needed for the next few days, she walked home with light steps. Passing a small alley, she paused briefly, then turned away from the main road and entered the narrow lane.
The alley was deep, but there were few houses, yet the surface was remarkably clean, clearly because someone cleaned it daily. Turning a corner, a door appeared before Lin Yue.
"Is anyone home?" Lin Yue called out loudly.
After a while, the door opened softly, and a middle-aged man, shirtless, lazily looked at Lin Yue and said, "You're a regular customer, don't you know the rules? We're not open during the day. Come back tonight if you want something."
"Brother Qiang," Lin Yue said with a forced smile as the man was about to close the door, "I already made an exception once, can I make one more?"
"That's because you're stupid. If I didn't feel sorry for you, I wouldn't have sold you that special rope-breaking dagger during the day," Brother Qiang yawned. "So, what did you lose the key to this time?"
Lin Yue blinked, a sense of foreboding washing over her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She simply handed Brother Qiang a slip of paper, which he took and glanced at, saying, "Wait a minute, I have this."
With that, Brother Qiang went back into the room to look for it. Lin Yue watched his retreating figure, suddenly jolted awake, and realized what that feeling had been all about.
How could she be so careless, forgetting that thing at home?
11
... Just a little bit more...
I gasped, unable to support my excited body. Sweat poured down like rain, blurring my vision.
I couldn't take it anymore... I stopped, collapsing to the floor, my ears ringing. The water glass the woman had deliberately placed on the living room table was now right in front of me. Normally, I could simply take a step and drink the sweet water, but now...
Several sturdy red ropes tightly bound my naked body, my hands tied behind my back in a W shape, a vibrating dildo pressed tightly inside my anus. Worst of all, the woman had deliberately left only one rope partially visible around my genitals, preventing me from getting the stimulation I wanted, the orgasm I craved.
Orgasm... The thought of that word made my face flush. What kind of time was this to be thinking about such things? I took a deep breath, curled my legs, pushed off the floor to slide my body forward a little, and repeated this, over and over, until I was under the table.
Finally, I arrived. I breathed a sigh of relief and rested briefly. I knelt with my head on the ground and legs together, trying to straighten my body. However, the stimulation from the vibrator made my legs tremble uncontrollably. It took several attempts to barely kneel up, but I couldn't
reach the water glass on the table. I looked up at the clear water in the glass and licked my dry lips.
Hmm? There was something else on the table that seemed familiar. I had been so focused on the life-saving water that I hadn't noticed anything else on the table. I blinked and looked more closely, a surge of joy rising within me.
There was a torn binding garment and a small, sharp knife on the table.
Looking at these two items, I gradually understood the whole story.
I had taken the key to the binding garment; she had to use a knife to untie it. She bought a knife that morning, cut open my clothes, and casually tossed the straitjacket and knife onto the table. When she returned to the room, she found me under the influence of sleeping pills. She then tied me up, leading to what happened next.
The knife lay on the straitjacket, waiting silently. Seeing the knife gave me hope. I forgot about drinking water, lunged forward, bit the straitjacket with my teeth, and dragged it to the ground. The knife fell to the floor with a thud.
Because my hands were tightly bound behind my back, I couldn't move my wrists freely. I carefully lay down, groping for the knife. Only then did I realize that my hands were numb from the rope.
How could this be! I lay on the ground, frantically trying to touch the knife with my paralyzed fingers. I could feel my fingers touching the handle, but I just couldn't grasp it.
Once, twice… nine times, ten times… I lost count of how many times I tried, but my fingers had no strength. Tears streamed down my face, and my mouth felt like it was on fire.
"Grab it!" I yelled, twisting my body violently in an attempt to loosen the rope binding my chest and create some precious space for my arms. The rope was tightly bound and didn't budge. In my desperation, I tried to bite it with my teeth, but I couldn't bite anything and wasted a lot of energy.
No, this won't work. I forced myself to calm down. I should drink some water first to regain my strength; maybe my fingers will regain feeling.
Thinking this, I knelt up again, rested my head on the table, and took the straw my sister had deliberately left in the cup into my mouth, greedily drinking the water.
Hmm, my sister had deliberately left me a glimmer of hope; the water in the cup wasn't chili water anymore, it even seemed a little sweet.
After finishing the water, I collapsed to the ground. To avoid putting pressure on my wrists, I had to lie face down, my chest and private parts pressed against the cold floor, feeling very uncomfortable. But that cup of water had indeed cleared my head considerably, and my throat didn't hurt so much anymore. After resting for a while, I tried to move my fingers, and I actually felt them again! I almost cried. I silently warned myself:
Don't rush, you can move now, take it slow, rest a little longer, then grab the knife in one go, cut the ropes binding your arms first, and then you can break free of your wrists. Once your hands are free, the remaining ropes won't be a problem at all... Strange, why is it so hot? My whole body feels like it's being roasted in an oven.
I had just regained some strength and was preparing to use the knife to free myself when, unexpectedly, my body became uncontrollably hot and itchy in my lower body. I wanted nothing more than to touch and rub it, to insert my fingers one by one into my clitoris and move them back and forth. I began to twist wildly as if I had lost my mind, my legs rubbing against the ropes, deriving physical pleasure from their tightness. I bent my legs into an S-shape and struggled desperately. The ropes tightly bound my entire body, giving me an indescribable joy. My arms twisted uncontrollably, whether I wanted to break free or to be bound even more.
The vibrator was still vibrating inside me. I closed my eyes, quietly feeling its invasion, but soon I couldn't help but groan. At first, it was suppressed in my throat, a low growl, but it soon burst out, a cry of unbridled pleasure.
That wasn't even my own voice. I couldn't feel my own existence anymore; all I wanted was to tear my body apart completely, to let the ropes restrict all my movements, to let the vibrator destroy all my reason, and to let desire shatter all my shame.
I pressed my chest against the floor, rubbing it back and forth. I desperately raised my buttocks, letting the vibrator intensely stimulate my body. I couldn't help but kiss and suck on the cold floor, imagining myself kissing the skin of a prince on a white horse. But the feeling wasn't strong enough. I rolled away abruptly, biting down on the knife on the floor with my teeth, holding the handle in my mouth. My tongue greedily wrapped around the handle, saliva flowing down it, making it even smoother. So I bit down on it even more recklessly, all the way to the depths of my mouth, sucking on it desperately while tears of pain streamed down my face.
After sucking on the knife handle for a while, I spat it out and rolled wildly on the floor, sometimes banging my body or head against the wall without a care, just rolling around desperately. Occasionally, my mind would clear, and I'd think of escaping, but I'd quickly be overwhelmed by an uncontrollable desire.
Let that woman come back, let her play with me to death! I promise I won't resist, I promise to be submissive, I promise to obey her, I promise to satisfy her, as long as she doesn't just tease me and then abuse me.
Just as I was rolling and groaning, a hand suddenly pressed down on me, and then an oval-shaped object vibrating intensely filled my private parts. In that instant, just the instant it entered, before I could even react to what it was, just a fleeting, intensely aroused, and passionate moment, I reached climax. That brief moment, an unforgettable moment, was enough for me to remember.
I screamed out loud, a scream from the depths of my heart, my arms and legs forcefully spreading outwards. The tightness and friction of the ropes amplified my orgasm many times over. The intense spasms made my whole body convulse, and a surge of hot, wet fluid gushed out from my private parts. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. I went blind and deaf, a wave of dizziness and darkness enveloped me, and I knew nothing...
Before I lost consciousness, I seemed to hear a cold laugh:
"Drank the whole cup of aphrodisiac... Not bad!"
12
Lin Yue suddenly remembered that the knife she had just bought today was still on the table. If that little girl saw it, she might desperately grab it, cut the ropes, and escape, or even stay and attack her again.
Impossible. Lin Yue smiled and shook her head. She had placed a large dose of aphrodisiac on the table. The little girl had drunk most of the chili water and was thirsty. Even if she broke free of her restraints, she would still drink the aphrodisiac. The aphrodisiac would take effect quickly and last until the person who drank it experienced several orgasms in succession. Otherwise, its potency would increase exponentially, causing the victim immense suffering from intense lust. Even if the girl untied the ropes and tried to relieve the pressure with her hands, she would be exhausted and collapse to the ground, unable to move.
"Here, take this." Qiang appeared like a ghost at the door, handing Lin Yue a black plastic bag.
Lin Yue smiled: "Thanks, Qiang. I'll settle the bill at the end of the month."
Qiang snorted: "Now you know the rules again. Hmm, Xiao Yue, do you want that thing to play with yourself?"
Lin Yue shook her head: "I have a little relative visiting, and she likes games too."
"Then introduce her to me tomorrow." Qiang licked his lips; he was a lolicon.
Lin Yue laughed: "Aren't you afraid of scaring her? How about this, I'll give you a picture of that little girl at the end of the month."
"Okay, okay!" Qiang replied hastily.
"That'll cover the cost of this." Lin Yue smiled, picked up the plastic bag, and turned to leave.
"Hmm, that girl should have taken the aphrodisiac by now." Lin Yue checked her watch and calculated the time. Thinking of this, she slowed down. When she tied the girl up, she deliberately left the girl's private parts unbound, so that even if the girl wanted to experience pleasure from the rope, she would still fall short and be unable to reach orgasm. Even if she was only a fraction of a second away from the final indulgence, she couldn't ejaculate in one go, and could only struggle helplessly, roll around, and wail.
Lin Yue happily fantasized as she slowly made her way home, took out her keys, and opened the door. She immediately heard the girl rolling around and crying in the living room.
Haha, looks like she's been tricked. Lin Yue quickly closed the door and went into the living room. She saw the girl, who was tightly bound, curled up into a ball, rolling around on the floor, occasionally bumping into the wall. There wasn't a single clean spot on her body. The knife lay beside the table, and the girl nearly rolled onto its tip several times. Lin Yue quickly went over and removed the knife, calling out,
"Hey, how are you feeling?"
The girl seemed not to hear, only crying and writhing. Lin Yue smiled wryly; it seemed this little girl's body was very sensitive, completely immune to aphrodisiacs, and was currently suffering greatly. If this continued, she would definitely lose control of her bladder, foam at the mouth, and faint.
Lin Yue softened; she felt the aphrodisiac part was almost done, so she turned and went back to the bedroom, grabbed a digital camera and a small vibrator—her keen female intuition told her the girl was a virgin, and she couldn't insert anything too deeply—she went to the girl's side, held her down with one hand, and inserted the vibrator into the girl's private parts with the other—well, it went in easily; it seemed her private parts were already dilated and overflowing with fluid.
"Ah—yaaaaaah—wooaaaah—" The girl suddenly screamed loudly, violently twisting her body as if she didn't care about the pain caused by the ropes binding her. Lin Yue was startled; she hadn't expected the girl's reaction to be so strong. Then, a large amount of clear fluid flowed from the girl's private parts, dripping onto Lin Yue's hand holding the vibrator. Lin Yue frowned at first, then an idea came to her.
Lin Yue put the girl down, went to the closet, grabbed a new cup, returned, and lifted the girl's waist, placing the cup under her private parts. The girl's body continued to convulse, and the clear fluid dripped slowly into the cup like water. Lin Yue said smugly, "She drank the whole cup of aphrodisiac…not bad!"
The girl didn't react, only letting out a few faint moans. Lin Yue patiently collected about half a cup of the girl's clear liquid, swirling it in her hand; it was crystal clear and emitted an alluring fragrance.
Lin Yue gently placed the cup on the table, raised her camera, and began snapping photos of the defenseless girl. The girl was already unconscious, but her body was twitching nervously under the influence of the drug and the vibrating egg and massage stick inserted into her genitals. Her small breasts bounced, and her throat made gurgling sounds, which was quite adorable. Lin Yue couldn't resist touching her a few times. The girl had just had a major outburst, and her body was still burning hot. Lin Yue didn't want to hurt the girl's body, so she carried her to the bathroom, untied the ropes binding her, carefully wiped her body clean with a white towel, carried her to her own bed, and then turned back to take something out of the black plastic bag she had brought home…
13
It hurts so much…
The aftermath of the outburst left me feeling weak and powerless all over. My arms felt like they were broken, throbbing painfully. I rubbed my hands and saw that my arms were covered with marks left by the tightly bound ropes. After my unrestrained screams, my mouth was still frighteningly dry. Where was the water? I slowly sat up and looked around… Wait, wasn't I just tied up?!
I hurriedly checked my whole body. Although I was still almost naked, the ropes were gone, and there was a pair of black tight shorts on my lower body. Obviously, these weren't mine. I touched the shorts; the feel was strange, a metallic sensation.
“Those are chastity belts,” a voice suddenly sang in my ear with a smile, “You can't open them without a key.”
…Chastity belts? My mind went blank for a moment, then returned to normal. I carefully examined the chastity belt that tightly covered my private parts and buttocks. The shorts were pure black, with a small slit directly opposite my genitals, presumably for urination. However, the slit was surrounded by a dense array of barbs, completely preventing any direct stimulation of my private parts. When I touched my buttocks, there was a similar small hole, also surrounded by barbs.
"Little sister," the older sister said with a smile, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed, "You wanted to cause me trouble, so this is a little punishment for you."
"Give me the key quickly!" I pounced on her anxiously, but having just been bound, I hadn't fully recovered my strength, and the older sister easily dodged me.
"You want the key? Fine, but that depends on whether you have the ability to get it," the older sister said with a smile.
I was so desperate I didn't care about anything else: "What do I have to do?!"
"It's simple," my sister said, taking a bunch of black ropes, a pair of leather handcuffs, a large black t-shirt, a pair of black stockings, and a pair of black high heels with heels at least 10cm high from a large bag beside the bed. "From now on, you must listen to me completely. If you don't, then I'm sorry, I'll throw the key in the bathroom."
"Tell me, tell me, I'll do whatever you say."
"Okay, what's your name?"
I hesitated for a moment before answering, "Yang... Yang."
"Hmm, Yang Yang, that's a nice name. How
old are you?" "18."
"18? I didn't realize you were so well-developed." My sister smiled as she looked me over, and my face instantly burned.
My sister continued, "Where do you live? Answer honestly, it's about whether you can get the key."
I bit my lip and finally told her I lived alone in a three-story rental building about two kilometers away.
"Are you in college or high school?"
"High school..."
"High school students can live off-campus?" My sister didn't believe me.
"Hmm."
"Why don't you live at school?"
"Because it's more convenient to live outside."
"I think it's more convenient for you to play with self-bondage by yourself." My sister immediately hit the nail on the head, and I felt a surge of heat throughout my body.
"Come on, Yangyang, use these ropes to tie your upper body into a turtle shell shape. Remember to pull several ropes through your genitals." Saying this, my sister tossed the ropes to me. I didn't know what she was planning, but if she wanted to do anything to me, she would have tied me up half to death while I was unconscious. Why would she need to watch me self-bondage! I looked out the window; it was already late at night. I grabbed the ropes; the smell was so familiar. Back in my little apartment, I didn't know how many times I self-bondaged every day, and how many different ways I played with them, but never before had I felt this worried and scared.
My sister took out a digital camera, adjusted the focus, and gestured to me: "Okay, let's start."
"You want to take pictures?" I was hesitant.
"What, actually, you're very photogenic. If you don't agree to be photographed, then I won't give you the key. You can leave anytime." My sister made a slightly indifferent expression.
I gritted my teeth, steeled myself, grabbed the rope, and, as I had done countless times before, folded it in half, pulled it around my body, and wrapped it tightly, layer by layer. My skin became smoother as the rope slowly tightened.
My sister kept adjusting the direction and pressing the shutter, perhaps worried about affecting the quality of the final photo, so she didn't use the flash. While taking pictures, she reminded me, "Tie your chest up properly, use another rope if you want, make sure your chest is pulled out, understand? Your chest isn't small, you need to tie it up to be sexy."
Sexy… Hearing that word, I almost cried, but my sister immediately captured my tearful expression.
"Great, keep going," my sister laughed.
I had no choice but to re-tie my breasts. First, I placed two ropes side by side to lift my breasts, then pressed them down from above, squeezing them into a peach shape. Then I crossed the ropes and tied them over my chest. My already uncomfortable breasts immediately swelled up, and my nipples stood up uncontrollably, surrounded by a pinkish hue. I wanted to find something to cover my body's reaction, but my sister impatiently shouted,
"Put it through the bottom, tighten it, and don't forget to tie a knot."
I had no choice but to let my breasts rise like two small mountains. I tied two knots at my waist, pulled the two ropes around my private parts, and the moment they touched me, I shuddered all over and almost cried out.
"Knot, knot," my sister said while taking pictures. She probably captured my shuddering.
I didn't dare to resist, quickly tied a knot, placed it over my private parts, pulled it between my thighs, and groped behind my back to tie it up. My sister then took the camera and walked around to the front of me, taking pictures of my self-tie posture.
"The tortoise shell is tied up." I said, panting, my chest heaving more than usual, my private parts soaking wet. Although the opening in the chastity belt was small, it was more than enough to fit a knot.
But my private parts couldn't hold it at all!
I wanted to cry, I really wished this was a dream.
But preferably a dream I wouldn't wake up from!!!
Never to wake up.
14
Lin Yue's hand trembled slightly as she pressed the shutter. From the first moment she saw Yang Yang, she realized she was a beauty, but she never expected that Yang Yang, bound herself, would be the most beautiful.
She suddenly wanted to change her mind, not give Yang Yang the key, trick her into binding her hands and legs, and then properly enjoy and appreciate her when she couldn't move.
Lin Yue shook her head and sighed. She decided to follow the established script, because she so wanted to see this beautiful girl walk into the trap step by step under her manipulation.
A trap!!!
"The tortoise shell is tied up," Yang Yang whispered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her body trembling slightly, as if she might faint at any moment.
Lin Yue snapped out of her daze and carefully observed the beautiful woman before her. Her delicate and charming face was flushed and covered in fragrant sweat. Her slender and shapely body was exquisitely outlined by the tortoise shell, and her legs were bent together, as she tried hard to suppress her burning desire.
"Put on this t-shirt." Lin Yue tossed a black t-shirt to Yang Yang, who obediently put it on. The shirt was a bit big, and it fit Yang Yang very loosely, immediately concealing her figure and just covering her buttocks.
Lin Yue quickly took several photos from various angles, then threw over a pair of long black stockings and black high heels: "Put them on."
Yang Yang struggled to put on the stockings and high heels, and her legs immediately became ambiguous and full.
"Tie the shoes to your feet so they can't move." Lin Yue then threw over two short ropes, which Yang Yang did as instructed. Finally, Lin Yue threw over leather handcuffs as well.
"Tighten the buckle to the maximum and tie it up behind your back."
Yang Yang looked at Lin Yue pitifully, as if about to cry, but Lin Yue insisted on not loosening the clasp. Yang Yang had no choice but to put her hands behind her back, reach into the leather case, and then "click."
This declared that Yang Yang had completely lost her ability to resist. She could only helplessly watch Lin Yue, letting her do as she pleased.
Lin Yue quickly took the last few photos; the 512MB storage space was already at its limit. She put the camera in a hidden drawer in the wardrobe that Yang Yang couldn't buy, closed the wardrobe, and commanded:
"Stand up."
Yang Yang struggled to stand up, without saying a word.
"Do you have your room key in your bag?" Lin Yue held up the bag Yang Yang had taken when she sneaked in.
"Yes, the brass one next to the cross key," Yang Yang said, swallowing hard.
Lin Yue found the room key, put it in her handbag, and then showed two other keys, saying, "This big one is the key to your handcuffs, and the small one is the key to your chastity belt. Now I need to go to your house, put these two keys there, and then you can walk back yourself and use the keys to unlock the handcuffs and chastity belt."
"Wait, how am I supposed to walk back?" Yang Yang panicked, taking two steps forward. The high heels made her uncomfortable, and she fell back onto the bed, unable to get up for a long time.
"Of course, you'll use your feet!" Lin Yue laughed, stuffing a gag into Yang Yang's mouth and blindfolding her. "Wait a minute, I'll go to your house for a walk."
After saying that, ignoring Yang Yang's desperate cries, she picked up her handbag, closed the door, and left.
15
I hate myself so much. Why did I even think of provoking this older sister? If I hadn't come, wouldn't all this have been avoided?
I can't see anything... I twisted my wrists. Although there were no ropes binding them, the handcuffs could actually be opened by hand.
After a few futile twists, I gave up struggling and collapsed onto the bed, sobbing softly.
After a while, I heard the door open. Someone came in and removed my blindfold and gag.
"Little Yangyang, it feels great to see again, doesn't it? Just hang in there a little longer, and you'll be free. Of course, that's assuming you can walk back to your room on your own, open the door, get the handcuff key, and then unlock the handcuffs," my sister said with a smile.
Hmph, this wicked woman, full of tricks, I ignored her.
"Listen carefully," my sister said seriously, "I'll only say this once; it's the key to unlocking your hands."
I had no choice but to listen attentively.
"The key is in the lock. Once you get home, you can open the door directly. I believe you can open it even with your hand behind your back, but be careful. If you drop the key, you'll have to fumble for the keyhole yourself.
" "The handcuff key is hanging on the clothesline on the balcony, about 1.8 meters off the ground. You can reach it easily. Oh, I forgot your hands are bound, but the rope holding the key is tied in a slipknot; just pull it and it'll come down." "You can use whatever rod you want to reach it. As for what rod to use, you can figure that out yourself when you get home. Okay, that's all I have to say."
Wait, why didn't she mention the most crucial thing—the chastity belt key? I asked anxiously, "Then...where's the key?"
"What key?" My sister pretended to be clueless.
"The chastity belt's!" I blurted out, disregarding my shame.
"Here it is." My sister said, taking out a loop with a small key on it, putting it around my neck, and shortening the loop so it hung like a necklace on my chest, not falling off unless the loop was untied. "I'll let you take the key you want most home to unlock your handcuffs, haha. If a bad guy sees you, he can't do anything to you before, but if he finds the key, your little sanctuary will be in danger."
"Ah, sister, you're so mean!" "I couldn't help but feel sad and started crying.
'Don't cry, little sister. Drink some water and go home. By the way, it's 2 a.m. now, and there are only about three hours until dawn. If you don't get home in three hours, people will stare at you. Hmm, just wear this. It's dark, and no one can see anything with your black top and stockings. Don't wear anything underneath. Anyway, this dress is big enough to cover your private parts.' My sister smiled and took the cup, but I couldn't smile at all.
Three hours, two kilometers, I was wearing high heels that were more than ten centimeters high, and my whole body was tightly bound. I wasn't wearing any pants or skirts, just a t-shirt, which was even more revealing than a miniskirt... A water cup?
I asked warily, 'What kind of water is in the cup?'
My sister glared at me: 'Drink it or don't, it's up to you.'
'I'll drink it. '" "My throat is so thirsty it's practically burning!" I cried out, but in my heart I thought, "She's already done this to me, is she going to drug the water?"
My sister had me lean my head against her and picked up a cup to feed me. The water in the cup seemed a bit viscous and smelled of shoes. Before I could think any further, the water was already in my mouth. "
Wow, what is this? It's so astringent and bitter!" I was about to spit it out when my sister quickly grabbed a piece of tape and stuck it to my mouth.
"Hmm? Hmm?" My mouth was full of this unknown water, I couldn't spit it out, and I didn't dare to swallow it, so I could only grunt in dissatisfaction.
"Little sister, are you saying the water tastes good? It must taste really good. This is the spring water that you released during your orgasm!" my sister laughed happily. "I'll put a mask on you now, so no one will suspect anything if they see it." "
What?! She actually fed me that stuff? Is that even humanly drinkable? My vaginal fluid was flowing in my mouth, my tongue completely submerged. I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but my mouth was taped shut, so I had no choice but to keep it inside.
Good heavens, am I really going to have to walk around for three hours with my own vaginal fluid in my mouth, hands tied behind my back, half-naked?
16
is truly a strong girl,"
Lin Yue thought. She uploaded the photos from her camera to her computer to admire them, and had even taken a few short videos of Yang Yang binding herself.
The sky gradually brightened. Lin Yue rubbed her swollen eyes, checked her watch—almost 5 o'clock. Yang Yang should be home by now. She had no idea what kind of trap she had set, waiting for her to fall into it.
Lin Yue had originally considered making things more difficult for Yang Yang, like tying a rope to her legs or binding her hands behind her back, but then decided against it.
She'd save those more intense things for later.
Lin Yue dressed, washed her face, picked up the new key to Yang Yang's apartment that she had gotten from Qiang Ge in the middle of the night, and headed towards Yang Yang's house.
Once Yang Yang realized she'd fallen into a trap, she'd be completely helpless and at a loss, giving Lin Yue a good show to watch. "
17
Spring Water..." Mixed with saliva in her mouth, the taste became incredibly foul, making it hard to breathe and causing her to feel nauseous.
Who the hell came up with this awful plan? It'll make her suffer endless rope torture for the rest of her life, unable to move, unable to stop.
She hid along the way, but the sound of her high heels carried for half a street in the quiet night. Anyone who hadn't experienced self-imposed nighttime confinement couldn't imagine the terror.
On one hand, she didn't want anyone to see her; on the other hand, she wanted to escape her predicament quickly; and with every step, she felt like a reminder to everyone on the street—a girl in high heels and no pants was here.
It took about three hours to finally get home. She couldn't help but feel grateful that she had rented a ground-floor apartment; otherwise, those stairs would have been a real struggle.
My sister hadn't lied to me; the key was obediently in the lock. I turned my back and reached for the key. Exhausted from a whole day of this, all I wanted was a good night's sleep, but now I had to force myself to fight this invisible keyhole.
What started as clockwise turned counter-clockwise behind my back. After fiddling with it for a while, I finally figured it out and quickly turned the key in the opposite direction.
Creak! The door opened! I was overjoyed, my heart pounding. I rushed inside, using my back to slam the door shut.
I was finally home! But before I could even feel happy for half a second, I almost cried.
My sudden movement hadn't considered that I was wearing high heels, and leaning against the door had caused me to swallow some of the vaginal fluid I'd been holding for three hours.
Ugh… the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to vomit, but I was afraid of having to hold the vomit in my mouth again… so I forced myself to endure it, continuing to breathe slowly through my nose with most of that foul-smelling vaginal fluid in my mouth.
After resting for a while, I struggled to sit up and staggered to the balcony. A gleaming key was suspended in mid-air by a thin string, no more than 10 centimeters from my head!
Victory was in sight! I frantically searched for something to reach the key. My sister had told me she only tied a slipknot; as long as I pulled the key, the string would open and the key would fall to the ground.
But… all the stick-like objects in the room that could reach the key string had been put away somewhere by my sister, and the stools I could stand on were all gone. And I couldn't raise my hands above my neck from behind.
What to do?
I stared at the handcuff key less than 10 centimeters from me, completely at a loss. If my mouth were free, I could easily jump up and bite the key off.
The tape on my mouth wasn't a problem; I could just moisten the area around my lips with my tongue and then poke it open with my tongue. The mask wasn't fastened tightly; it would fall off with a shake of my head.
But what about the saliva in my mouth? Was I supposed to drink it?
With things as they were, after much deliberation, I closed my eyes, steeled my resolve, and knew that if I didn't drink it, I wouldn't get the key and wouldn't regain my freedom. But it was my private property anyway; hadn't many men drunk it for women?
I drank it!
*gulp*. It
was fucking awful. Now wasn't the time to think about that. I suppressed my nausea, licked off the tape, threw off my mask, and with a light jump, firmly bit down on the key.
This was truly the smoothest thing I'd done since yesterday.
I quickly spat the key on the ground, turned around, picked it up with both hands, excitedly tried to insert it into the keyhole of the handcuffs, and with a twist, I was free!
???
The key was too big! It wouldn't go in at all. Could it be…
this key was from my chastity belt, the one I always wore around my neck, the key to the handcuffs?
My heart sank. I forced myself to drink my own water, feeling nauseous... But the most pressing problem was:
my hands were tightly handcuffed behind my back, the key was hanging around my neck, and I couldn't get it without untying the knot. But without the key, my hands were unfree.
It was an unsolvable dilemma. My sister must have done it on purpose; she deliberately made me walk around in handcuffs and with the key for most of the night, then made me drink her own... and then...
I collapsed to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I couldn't catch my breath, and everything went black...
18
Lin Yue wanted to cry.
Around six o'clock, she arrived at Yang Yang's house. Yang Yang was unconscious on the balcony, the handcuffs still locked. When Yang Yang collapsed, her forehead hit the floor, and blood flowed freely. If she had arrived a moment later to call for an ambulance, this story would likely have ended in tragedy.
Within the time it took for the ambulance to arrive, Lin Yue untied Yang Yang's restraints, changed her into her usual clothes, and went to the hospital with the doctor. She stayed by Yang Yang's bedside until he woke up.
After learning the whole story, Yang Yang forgave Lin Yue.
"Why did you save me?" Yang Yang asked, lying in the hospital bed.
"Silly girl, I just want to tease you, not hurt you," Lin Yue laughed.
"Will you tease me in the future?" Yang Yang asked with boundless anticipation.
Lin Yue nodded. "After you recover, I'll take good care of you."
"I don't even know your name yet, sister."
"Lin Yue, Shuang Mu Lin, Shuang Yue Peng... oh no, one month, not Peng."
"Haha, Sister Lin Yue, do you know, the twenty-four hours I spent with you felt like I entered another world, and it changed my world forever. Whenever I recall being tightly bound by ropes, I feel a sense of pleasure, and those four cups of water... ah, no!"
He swallowed his own fluids, the familiar stench washing over him again.
Unable to hold back, Yang Yang vomited all over Lin Yue's skirt...
Lin Yue's expression changed drastically.
"No need to wait for you to recover, I'll torture you to death right now!"
(The End)
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Until the limits of the spirit, not the body.
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