SM self-abuse-self-abuse girl

A self-destructive girl
: I can't say when I discovered this fetish. I like to tie myself up and stand in front of a mirror to admire myself. In other words, I like BDSM. But I don't like men's penises penetrating my vagina. I hate their things because it takes a while to use them again after each use, and they always ejaculate that sticky white semen on me, which I find disgusting. In contrast, I prefer electric dildos. They can satisfy me anytime, anywhere, and I can choose from long, short, thick, and thin ones. My name is Xiaowen, I'm 20 years old, and I've been buying electric dildos since I was 16. I have over a hundred electric dildos now. If you include electric vibrators, anal dildos, and vaginal speculum, the number is countless. As for my boyfriends, they are just tools to help me achieve high-difficulty BDSM. Having sex with them is just giving them a little treat.
I now live alone in a detached villa. Every time I'm in school, I fantasize about being a slave with shackles on my feet and handcuffs on my hands. So every time I need to take notes in class, my hands unconsciously come together and move together, as if they are truly locked together.
I like vibrating dildos. Every morning before school, I choose two vibrating dildos and insert them into my two holes. The size of the dildos depends on my mood. Usually, I first use the glans of the vibrating dildo to rub against the entrance of my vagina, letting my vaginal fluid slowly flow out. Then I use the vaginal fluid to lubricate the vibrating dildo so that it can smoothly enter my vagina. Then I use my vaginal fluid to lubricate the other vibrating dildo and slowly insert it into my anus. My method has always been different from others. If other women insert vibrating dildos into both holes, they will definitely insert the thinner one into the anus and the thicker one into the vagina. But after being trained with an anal dilator, I like to insert the thicker one into the anus and the thinner one into my vagina. The thinner one is still 3-5 centimeters in diameter. What most girls wouldn't even dare to think about is commonplace for me. I insert both vibrating dildos all the way in, and then put on an iron chastity belt. This is my favorite. I bought it on my 18th birthday. Its most unique feature is that it was a size smaller than my normal size when I bought it. It always digs tightly into my vulva. If I wear it for a day, it will definitely bleed; my vulva always rubs against it until it bleeds. But I just love it. Now, two years later, my figure has changed, and it looks even smaller. Every time I hold it, I feel both anticipation and fear. This time was no exception. But I still put it on. I tightened it as the iron chastity belt pushed the two vibrating dildos deep into my vagina. I felt the glans of the dildo inserted into my vagina had penetrated deep into my uterus. And the one inserted into my anus seemed to have reached my rectum. Pain accompanied by immense pleasure descended upon me. More vaginal fluid flowed out, and my anus secreted an unknown substance. With a crisp click, the iron chastity belt was locked onto my genitals; at least until tonight, it wouldn't leave me. I turned on the two dildos and set them to the low-vibration position. The vibrations in that spot could keep me excited all day. I grabbed a roll of fishing line and tied my body into a net shape. Since I was wearing that iron chastity belt today, I figured I'd spare my vulva. So I just wrapped the line around it, not letting it rub against my slit. I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself for a few minutes. I checked the time; time for school. As usual, I didn't wear a bra today, just put on my clothes. The clothes were thick and looked a bit conservative. I didn't want those stinky men to see my beautiful body bound up like that, so being conservative was fine. I didn't wear underwear either. I only wear underwear a few times a month, during my period. I usually use tampons, and I need underwear to hold them in place to prevent them from falling out. I decided to wear a long skirt to school today, so I could lock a 2cm long leather belt around my thigh near my knee to restrict my movement. Then I put on 4-inch high heels. Okay, I can go now.
In class, except when I was taking notes, I hardly paid attention to the lesson. The constant vibrations of my penises in both holes kept me in a state of arousal. I sat motionless in my seat all morning, afraid I would lose control. I could have gone home at noon since I had no classes in the afternoon. But my girlfriends insisted on dragging me shopping, and I couldn't refuse. So I went with them, wearing 4-inch heels and a 2cm long leather strap around my knees, restricting my movement. The worst part was that the two penises kept bringing me to orgasm. I had to put on a smiling face in front of my friends, laughing and joking with them—it was a cruel punishment. Finally, around 3 p.m., we parted ways at the street corner and went home. I felt some pain in my genitals. I knew it must be because my vulva was being rubbed raw by the iron chastity belt. I really wanted to lie down in bed and masturbate right away. My hand unconsciously reached for that spot. But I hadn't lost my mind yet, and I stopped myself. It would take half an hour to walk home from here, and if I took the bus, some pervert might see that I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, which wouldn't be good. Finally, I decided to walk home. It was so painful. Every step was difficult. Sweat soaked my clothes and skirt, and the wounds were even more uncomfortable from being soaked in sweat. Near home, I noticed small water droplets on the path I was walking on. It seemed like they had fallen from my body. It turned out that was all my vaginal fluid. Luckily, no one noticed. Anyway, home was in sight, so I started running. I ran to the door, opened it, and rushed inside. The door slammed shut behind me.
My heart calmed down a little. I stripped off all my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and took the key from the bedside table to unlock the chastity belt. I couldn't hold back anymore. I impatiently rubbed my labia with my hand. But that didn't relieve my lust. So I turned the vibrating dildo to its highest setting. Three minutes later, I reached orgasm. I forcefully pulled the vibrating dildo out of my vagina. Vaginal fluid and semen gushed out as the dildo was pulled out. I didn't have the strength to turn the dildo off my anus. I drifted off to sleep while my anus continued to vibrate. When I woke up, it was already dark. The penis in my anus had automatically stopped because the battery was dead. I turned on the light and found that the sheet beneath me was soaked with my vaginal fluid, like a child who had wet the bed. I felt very satisfied. I slowly pulled the penis out of my anus. The glass wire binding was really hard to untie, so I took a knife and cut all the glass wire binding my body, took it to the kitchen and threw it in the trash can. There wasn't much glass wire left at home; I'd have to buy some more tomorrow. I unbuckled the belt locking my knees, freeing my legs. I thought I should take a shower and use the toilet. I don't squat to urinate anymore. I watched a movie where a woman's urethra was connected to a ureter by a man with a catheter and a switch, preventing her from urinating freely. So I tried to do it too. It's funny to think about the first time I had a catheter inserted. That time, when I inserted the thin tubing into my urethra, it hurt a lot, but I didn't give up and continued. Unexpectedly, after insertion, urine flowed out uncontrollably, making a mess everywhere. It was then that I understood why men install switches to control women's urination. So I installed a switch too, and never pulled the catheter out. Now I'm used to standing in front of the mirror and using the catheter to urinate into a glass bottle. But I can't do that at school. So I usually don't go to the toilet at school; I go at home. I'm never worried about not being able to hold my urine. Because even if I can't hold it, I have to. If I don't turn on the switch, the urine can't flow out. After leaving the toilet, I consider taking a shower. Before showering, I need to tie myself up again. Every time I shower, I tie myself up with yarn. Because when my whole body is tightly bound by yarn in the water, the yarn absorbs water and shrinks, making the binding even tighter and more pleasurable, especially in my genitals. After tying myself up completely, I put on handcuffs and leg irons. Then I immerse myself in the bathtub. The yarn shrank, and the pleasure immediately followed. After adjusting for a moment, I started washing myself. I'm used to having my hands and feet restrained while showering.
After a while, when I was almost done washing, I started thinking about where I would sleep tonight. I rarely sleep in my bed at night; it's just a place for me to rest briefly when I get home. I spend half my time sleeping in my pet's cage. I have many of those cages. I also spend some time sleeping on a rocking horse. Sleeping on a rocking horse is my favorite. I rarely sleep in my bed. I'll sleep in the cage again tonight because my lower body is really sore, but to punish myself for being too lazy, and since tomorrow is Sunday, I'll punish myself by riding a rocking horse all day tomorrow.
After showering, I used a knife to cut off the wet yarn tangled around my body and threw it in the trash. Then I put on a red dog collar, a gag, and a long chain, which connected to handcuffs and then to leg irons. I then clipped two red clips to my nipples. I walked around the room, checking that all the doors and windows were locked. After all, I had to lock myself up; if someone came in, I wouldn't be able to resist. Then I went to the shed, took out a cage, squeezed inside, and locked the cage door from the inside. The key was on the collar. I spent the night curled up like that.
In the morning, I managed to open the cage door with the key and crawled out. After washing up, I removed all the restraints. Naked, I went down to the basement. Seeing the rocking horse, I started to get excited. My genitals involuntarily started to secrete fluid. The so-called "wooden horse" was a triangular piece of wood, pointed at the top, supported by four wooden strips, with a horse's head carved in the front. A woman rode on it, the pointed end rubbing against her sensitive genitals—a form of excruciating torture. I had a separate set of equipment in the basement, specifically for riding the wooden horse. I began to prepare. First, I put on a gag. Then, I put on a nose hook and rode the wooden horse myself. My feet were shackled to the bottom of the horse; unlike the chains used at night, the chains for the wooden horse had a 10-kilogram solid iron ball hanging below, further intensifying the torture on my genitals. Then, two clamps were attached to my nipples, suspended from the ceiling by ropes, pulling on my breasts. Because of the gag, I couldn't scream. I tied my long hair to the rope hanging from the ceiling. I placed my hands in front of the horse's head and handcuffed them. I had to hold onto the key in my hand at all times. That was my hope. Of course, I have to accept my punishment. It's a little past six in the morning, and I'm going to ride the wooden horse until night falls.

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