[Reserved Sexual Desire] (01-02) Author: c555

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Author: c555
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I was born in a small third- or fourth-tier city in the Jiangsu-Zhejiang region. Although the city wasn't large, most residents
lived a comfortable yet peaceful life, and my family was no exception. My grandparents left my parents a
large house resembling a traditional Beijing courtyard house. Although located in the bustling city center, after a busy day, returning home offered a
brief respite of peace and warmth.
I am an only child, raised under my parents' loving care. I am considered quite pretty, and I
started performing on stage in kindergarten. Because of my somewhat cool, Barbie-like appearance, I often wore high heels to portray
a doll. Consequently, my parents vigorously encouraged me to learn dance, from ballet to folk dance. Whenever there was a good dance
class, I would be there during winter and summer vacations. Due to my own physical limitations, I gave up other dances and focused solely
on Latin dance. Because of the demands of Latin dance, I began practicing wearing high heels in my daily life from my early teens.
My shoe cabinet is full of high heels, not a single flat shoe. Sometimes I've tried wearing
flats, and the embarrassing moments are enough to make people laugh until their stomachs hurt. Walking on tiptoe, I
often end up with a loud thud, attracting attention and causing laughter. I even suspect that my short stature
is due to my childhood love of wearing high heels. I personally enjoy Latin dance and practice
diligently, winning awards at the city and provincial levels, which led to my admission to a dance academy. My childhood was
spent in this happy and healthy environment. However, this peaceful life was shattered when, during my sophomore year of college, a sudden accident
took my parents away, completely disrupting my life.
We have almost no relatives; my parents are single-parent families. We only have a few distant
relatives in other provinces whom my parents have mentioned. We have almost no contact with them, and my grandparents
passed away before I could even remember. After my parents passed away, my life plummeted. I was still
a student, not yet in the workforce. A friend of my parents', who was handling the aftermath, saw my loneliness, helplessness, and bewilderment and helped me
rent out our large house, allowing me to complete my studies and making my student life less arduous.
After graduation, I returned to this city, the place where I had my childhood and my old house. I could have
worked in the city's cultural department, but I was feeling very depressed during that time. So I went to work at a relatively relaxed and free preschool teacher training school
, where at least I had two summer and winter vacations to relax. Like most people, I lived a mundane life from 5 am to 6 pm
.
Perhaps my experiences have given me a dual personality. During the day, I'm lively and cheerful,
like a carefree, innocent girl. But when I return home at night, looking at the empty courtyard, I often
think of my parents' tender care for me when they were alive, and the sounds of laughter and joy echoing from the courtyard. My mood instantly
plummets into an abyss, and I often stay up all night in tears, nearly having a mental breakdown several times. That period was
the most unbearable hellish time of my life. Once, I masturbated, and the small orgasm relieved my mental
depression. As time went on, simple masturbation was no longer enough to release my stress. I began to learn about sex
and started buying sex toys online. The first time I picked up a vibrator, I blushed with shame
. I tried it for less than half a minute before I started moaning.
As time went by, I matured and my demands increased, almost daily, sometimes even requiring an extra session
early in the morning. The tools I used also diversified: beads, vibrators, and
eventually, even anal plugs became a regular feature. As the novelty and excitement wore off, I moved on to
getting my ears pierced. Whenever I felt down or in a bad mood, I'd have an earring or stud in my ear. "Pain
and pleasure" perfectly described my experience. In just two years, I became the center of attention at work, with a whopping
nineteen piercings in my ears. Eventually, even the piercers were at a loss when faced with my ears .
I started buying all sorts of earrings and studs online. I often wore high heels and glittering gold earrings, each
step creating a pleasant clattering sound. Wherever I went, I was an eye-catching spectacle, which often
temporarily satisfied my vanity. One day, while idly browsing for earrings, I stumbled upon nipple and
genital piercings. Curiosity led me to investigate their origins, which in turn led me to SM. What followed was
a proliferation of self-torture devices. Perhaps because I prefer Latin dance music, rope bondage and leather items generally
didn't satisfy me, and I hated the rope marks they left on my body. Metal instruments practically filled
half my room, from various police handcuffs and shackles to all sorts of devices made from SM websites—you
name it. Sometimes I even had the audacity to customize my own self-torture devices. The clanging of those metal instruments, combined with
the dance music, often fueled my endless sexual fantasies.
Since entering the quagmire of self-torture, I've been unstoppable, sinking deeper and deeper. Simple restraints, easy
and skillful releases, fueled my increasingly twisted psychology, leading me to fantasize and design ever-growing challenges to free myself
! During summer and winter vacations, I was frequently subjected to self-inflicted shackles and handcuffs.
Once, I wore some kind of homemade handcuffs that I couldn't open, tormenting me for a whole week. Luckily, I had two
close friends. Finally, I had to ask one of them, a childhood friend and dance buddy, for help,
and she was freed. She was shocked when she helped me open them, tears in her eyes. "Niu Niu," she said, "if you have any mental stress or pain in the future
, come and play with your girlfriends more often. Don't torture yourself anymore." She was my childhood friend who had witnessed my family's upheaval and understood
my mindset.
Dreaming of greater excitement, I busied myself day after day in this city. That year, I took a
summer trip abroad. When I returned, I had nine more holes in my body. In that
impulsive act, I didn't consider the future of raising children, nor did I consider
what my boyfriend would think if he saw me in this state when I entered marriage! Occasionally, I have a slight worry:
will I ever find a boyfriend who understands me and loves to torture me?
Thankfully, my two best friends weren't scared away by my quirk. When they saw the jewelry I wore,
Terrified, I stared in disbelief, exclaiming "Oh my god!" and "Oh my goodness!" After the initial shock came
curiosity; I'd tug at one ring, then another, making me incredibly itchy. I almost
lost my virginity in front of them. Under my influence, my two best friends gradually became corrupted as well. One of them already has a nipple
piercing. We often get together to play mild sadistic games and design self-
torture devices. And here I am now, wearing two sets of steel ring chains that I can't open myself, sitting in front of the computer,
recounting my experience with my hands side-by-side. My two best friends equipped me three days ago and prepared plenty of food for me
! They still haven't freed me. Now, I only have one thought: how I'll deal with them after I'm free.
Out of boredom, I'll recount the making of these two steel ring chains. While the following text may contain some exaggeration
, it truly reflects my restless, masochistic fantasies, and hopefully brings me a little more
climax.
When I drove to the sheet metal smelting plant in the countryside, Master Wu greeted me. I
learned about this place from friends online who specialize in selling masochistic toys; many of their items were made here by a craftsman surnamed Wu
. Four months ago, I spent a considerable sum to order a set of steel ring chains here. When
I told Master Wu about my design and fantasies, his surprised expression was no less than that of my two best friends. Money talks
, and he eventually agreed to my request.
Master Wu led me to a workshop, took out a leather suitcase with a combination lock, entered the code, opened
the suitcase, and took out seven silver-white C-shaped steel rings. Under fluorescent light, the seven steel rings emitted a beautiful light
blue fluorescence; without close inspection, it was difficult to tell they were made of metal. The largest steel ring is 5 centimeters wide and
about 3 centimeters thick. The other two are slightly smaller in diameter, but their width and thickness are roughly the same. The next
two C-shaped steel rings are 4 centimeters wide and also 3 centimeters thick. The smallest pair are 3-centimeter cubes.
Each steel ring has three circular holes forming an equilateral triangle at both ends. Master Wu explained, "These steel rings are all
made of a special steel material smelted from a tungsten-vanadium-cobalt alloy after heat treatment. It's hard on the outside and soft on the inside. Even the world's hardest
diamond cutting machine can't cut it, let alone using hacksaws, grinding wheels, or other cutting tools. To
cut these steel rings, they would need to undergo another heat treatment, heating them to 3000 degrees Celsius and
then allowing them to soften naturally before they could be cut with a diamond cutting machine." Ah! I vaguely recalled
the chemistry I learned in school: tungsten is a rare, high-melting-point metal that requires temperatures above 3500 degrees Celsius to melt
, and it's insoluble in hydrochloric acid, sulfuric acid, nitric acid, and alkaline solutions. Aqua regia can only slightly oxidize its surface.
To break these steel rings through oxidation would probably take hundreds of years! That means the only way to process them is
through heat treatment. So how did he smelt them? This craftsman's skills are amazing! I'm
completely baffled!
During his explanation, I saw a bunch of steel chains with an even brighter color, a shimmering, rounded surface, radiating a dazzling
light. When he picked one up and shook it, it seemed to resemble the Chinese character for "earth" (土), but with an extra horizontal stroke
, like a jade tablet (圭). Each chain had a short rectangular steel plate at the end; its thickness and width
corresponded to the steel rings. On the rectangular steel plate stood six three-centimeter-high, equilateral triangular pillars—
perhaps corresponding to the three round holes at the ends of the steel rings—but I don't understand how he could insert
them. Puzzled, I continued looking. The top two horizontal chains were quite short. I picked them up and examined them curiously
. Seeing my questioning look, he said, "This steel ring chain isn't like those other one-piece chain
chains for the neck, hands, and feet. The other day, I saw your perfectly proportioned figure, with barely any calf fat, and your legs
were evenly thick, smooth, and sexy! So I specially added a pair of knee rings. This distinguishes it from other
one-piece chain chains, and wearing it makes you even more sexy and charming, and will bring you unexpected effects!"
Master Wu continued, "This steel chain is more complex to manufacture than the steel rings. Its hardness is
even greater than that of the steel rings. It's made through complex and intricate processes such as pouring, extrusion, and casting in a very high positive pressure vacuum
! Therefore, this 'tungsten-vanadium-cobalt alloy' steel chain..." Its metal density is far greater than that of steel rings!
Each link of the steel chain is seamless, and its surface appears finer, purer, and more translucent than that of steel rings. Under light,
it resembles a jade chain; even aqua regia cannot oxidize it, and it cannot be
cut using any available cutting methods. To break this steel chain, it would require returning it to its original vacuum state.
If this continuous steel chain were worn, each link would be tightly pressed against different parts of the body.
Heating it to 3000 degrees Celsius and then slowly heat-treating it would be impossible; opening the links
would likely end the person's life. Removing the chain is also impossible. Once fully dressed, it's
impossible to wear vacuum-sealed clothing, and there's no other way to enter a vacuum to remove the chain! In other words
,
this continuous steel chain will accompany you for the rest of your life, even to your grave, as
a burial item! A fierce internal struggle began to rage within me. These steel rings and chains were 　　custom-made by Master Wu
four months ago, costing me most of my savings. When he measured my wrists, ankles, and neck, he even 　　measured my thighs and knees. I was puzzled at the time and joked with him, "I want to test 　　your smelting skills and see if there's any chain in the world that can't be opened." After hearing the explanation, my heart 　　pounded. I hadn't expected it to be a disposable, continuous steel ring chain, not 　　the kind I had imagined that would require a lot of effort to open. That meant the steel rings would require high-temperature, long-term 　　heat treatment to remove, and the chain would need to be processed in a vacuum. Either way, it could 　　end my life. If I couldn't remove it after being equipped, I would have to wear these steel 　　ring chains for the rest of my life. My mind went blank; I couldn't imagine what my future would be like. My thoughts raced...

Then, Master Wu took out a set of more than a dozen small chain links, including a slightly thicker, independent chain. I
was completely bewildered, only feeling beams of reflected light stimulating me. He pulled on two of the steel rings; these two rings
were connected by two chains. The shorter chain resembled the nipple ring chain I was wearing, while the longer chain
formed a T-shape downwards in the middle. At the bottom of the T-shape, nine steel rings were colliding. Ah!
I instinctively touched my breasts. Could these be nipple ring chains? But? There were two of them, and a downward-pointing
chain link too? At that moment, my mind was blank, and I involuntarily asked, "What is this? I didn't ask
for this." He explained, "The other day when I measured your body, I noticed you were wearing a nipple ring chain. I didn't
expect someone so young to like wearing ring jewelry so much. I imagined making this one-piece nipple
and clitoral ring chain for you. This is made from leftover materials, after hundreds of experiments, and I added
a tiny bit of my treasured collection—just enough to make this small chain—a new rare metal.
Don't be fooled by how thin, smooth, round, and pure it is, like glass; its hardness
is far greater than your bracelets, anklets, and that one-piece steel chain. I haven't even figured out
how to break or open this small chain yet." "This set of links will be my last self-challenge before I retire from this business!
But don't worry, technology is advancing, science is developing, I believe there will be a way to open
this small chain one day! This small steel chain is a free gift to you. It is also my last work,
it embodies my life's work." After saying this, I subconsciously touched my genitals again. How did he
know that I had seven rings on my labia and pubic hair? I began to imagine what it would be like to wear this set of small chains
. My lower body began to get wet, my face began to turn slightly red, and I couldn't help but close my eyes slightly, letting out intermittent
moans. "Niu Niu, now that the introduction is finished, you understand the difficulty of making these two sets of steel chain chains. Do you
decide to wear them?" "Yes," "Really want to wear them?" "Yes! Yes!" Master Wu
asked me twice in a row. I didn't know what I was saying anymore. Then, in the midst of the impending climax, I moaned,
"Yes!" "Hmm!" I involuntarily cooperated with his question. "Wearing this set of steel ring chains requires
anesthesia, and completing this requires a large press machine. In order to avoid any accidents
, I must anesthetize you. I'm about to start the compression now?" "Master Wu seemed to be checking on me one last time!
I just kept saying, 'Mmm, mmm'—and just as I was getting into the climax, a towel was stuffed into my
mouth and nose. When I tried to remove the towel, my limbs went limp and I gradually lost consciousness…
When I slightly opened my eyes, I saw myself lying flat on a huge machine platform, my limbs limp. I tried to open
my mouth to speak, but my tongue wouldn't move. Ah! I was completely anesthetized. I could only manage
weak 'mmm' sounds from my throat, and even lifting my eyelids required a lot of effort. Master Wu came over: 'Niu Niu, don't be
afraid. This way, your nervousness won't cause you to unconsciously move your limbs and hurt yourself while wearing it. I can
operate it carefully and meticulously without any worries.' He looked at my frightened eyes, stroked my forehead to comfort me, and
I blew my eyes hard, trying to tell him that I hadn't thought it through before deciding whether to wear this integrated steel chain
. Master Wu thought it was my tacit approval. What a stupid girl I am, always making things
worse." Heavens above! Earth below! Please, Prince Charming, come and help me!
He brought ceramic fiber cloth and wrapped it around my neck, wrists, ankles, and thighs above my knees
. He slowly slipped the large, C-shaped, semi-open ring around my neck, then moved me onto a
mold. This mold perfectly secured the large ring, preventing it from moving left, right, up, or down. At the top was a very thick steel column holding the mold in place
. I couldn't help but look up; it read "100,000-ton Press Machine." Good heavens!
If this presses down, won't I be as thin as a piece of paper? Then I saw Master Wu pick up the chain with the character "土" (earth) on it and place the top
steel plate with six uprights into a metal container. White smoke was billowing from the container's opening, like
steam about to burst from a boiling pot. As he operated the machine, he explained to me, "Niu Niu, this is liquid nitrogen,
currently the coldest liquid. I need to cool and shrink this steel sheet before pressing it into your neck ring." Only then did I realize why
they had ceramic fiber around my neck—it was to prevent frostbite. He then walked to my head,
pulling over an operating table with cable supports. A rumbling sound filled the air as the press started
. Master Wu explained further, "This machine is currently the world's most advanced CNC press
, with micron-level precision. Don't worry, it won't flatten you like paper. However, pressing this steel ring
requires repeated compression because it's a special steel made from a tungsten-vanadium-cobalt alloy. Its
properties are somewhat like a spring, possessing a certain elasticity! Only after more than ten back-and-forth compressions
can the steel ring close." "Okay," he said, typing some numbers into the control panel that I couldn't even see. At that
moment, the large column started moving downwards. My first instinct was to move away, but I was too weak to move.
I closed my eyes, hearing only a crackling sound, feeling the column almost touching my eyelids.
After about a minute, he raised the press, rotated the steel ring, and the column started pressing down again—
this
repeated more than ten times. Then, Master Wu said, "Don't be afraid, Niu Niu, open your eyes! This is
basically finished. I never expected this steel ring smelting technology to be so good! Look,
the gaps between the steel rings are almost perfectly joined; you can barely feel the gaps." Master Wu proudly
admired his work. I thought, "This one too? How many sets of steel ring chains has he made before
? Am I not the only one?" As I wondered what was going on, he brought me a mirror and held it up to my
eyes. Then I saw a silver-white steel ring, shimmering with a faint blue light, set against the ceramic fiber, nestled close to my
neck. Ah! What a beautiful necklace ring! Much
more dazzling than the solid gold chokers I'd seen on models at gold exhibitions before! This steel ring reflected a faint blue fluorescence, giving it a cool and elegant feel.
Noble, elegant, and refined. Its colors constantly shift, evoking a variety of fantasies—
ah! I don't even understand why my brain is so active in this situation. At this
moment in reality, I still have time to consider whether or not to wear this steel ring chain. After all, it's only closed by compression now
; it's still possible to open the steel ring with a tensile testing machine. But how big of a tensile testing machine would it take to open a steel ring pressed by a 100,000-ton press
? I can't even imagine!
Struggling with this hesitation, a piece of ceramic fiber cloth covered my head and upper body. I could only
hear the rumbling of the press again. Amidst the noise, I could faintly hear Master Wu's voice. "
Niu Niu, now I'm going to connect and seal the steel ring and chain. This is the most precise and
meticulously crafted part of this chain. The pressing process not only needs to be very precise but also very fast. Didn't you see
the steel sheet on the chain being cooled in cold nitrogen? I need to quickly pick it up and place it on the opening of the steel ring, aligning it
with the three holes of the three equilateral triangles on each side, and then quickly press it down.
The pressing effect is best when the steel sheet of the chain is kept at its lowest temperature." Ah! So the steel ring and the steel sheet on the chain are pressed
together. That explains why there are holes on the steel ring and pillars on the steel sheet.
The sound of dragging a steel barrel filled the air. He proudly introduced, "This chain is the most satisfying design I've ever created. It has many subtle design details. Once this entire set is worn, 　　you'll experience surprises anytime
, anywhere in your future life !"
For example, take the current method of pressing the chain and steel ring together. Many people probably
wouldn't think of it. If someone unfamiliar with the industry saw it, they might wonder,
wouldn't it be easier to pull it out after pressing it onto the steel ring like this? Actually, many people don't see the secrets in the manufacturing details. If you observe carefully,
the hole on the steel ring is not cylindrical, but a funnel-shaped conical hole. The diameter of the opening is smaller than
the bottom. The column on the steel sheet cannot be pressed in without cooling treatment, and the cooling temperature must be maintained
at -200 degrees Celsius to complete the process. After pressing, the steel plates on the chain links expand when they reach room temperature,
thus firmly fixing the steel ring and chain links to the column. Because the hole is conical, after being pressed in,
it forms a rivet head-like structure when it returns to room temperature. However, this rivet head is hidden in the steel ring. The more it is stretched
, the greater its strength becomes, just like the expansion bolts we use in life. Once driven in, the tighter it gets, the more it is tightened.
When you want to break the ring at this interface, you can break the steel ring but not the interface itself. "At that moment, I felt
a blast of cold air enter my nostrils, followed by a rumbling sound and a series of
indescribable creaking sounds, like metal bending and snapping. A few seconds later, I felt a surge of heat replace the cold.
Master Wu removed the ceramic fiber cloth covering my face and held a mirror in front of me. In the mirror,
I could see a hot water pipe spraying at the steel ring connection. This served two purposes: preventing the cold air from harming me through the ring,
and most importantly, quickly heating the steel plate to allow the six supports to expand rapidly like bolts.
The steel plate on the ring looked perfectly integrated with it, like a belt buckle.
There was an 'm' on the plate, and its edges were sharpened, without any blunt angles
to avoid injury. It appeared as a single unit with the ring. My head was
buzzing like a machine. This! This! This! It's already been pressed and fitted. What to do? What to do? Hmm! Hmm!
What to do? Hmm! Hmm! I don't know..." A mix of fear and masochistic excitement swirled within me, my
thoughts oscillating back and forth.
Master Wu turned me over, telling me that he was now going to compress the bracelet chain. "You need to lie half-prone,
with your hands on your chest, to compress the chain. The chain between the neck loop and the wrist loop isn't even up
to your navel. Only in this half-prone position can the compression be completed. Also! After wearing this bracelet chain
, you'll forever be able to bend your arms. Only by removing this steel chain can you straighten your arms,"
he said. He secured my upper body and continued muttering to himself, "This one
has less pressure and is easier than the neck ring. After all, the width and thickness of these bracelets are the same, and they are
the two smallest steel rings in this set of steel ring chains. However, the compression required to complete this bracelet chain is the most precise today because
the length between the two bracelets is connected by only one steel ring." Only then did I notice that the connection between the steel rings on the bracelets
was just a single perfectly round ring, with four links on the top, bottom, left, and right. Ah! It turns out that these are not only
connecting rings between the bracelets, but also cross-linking rings between the top and bottom steel chains. Including the length of the upper half of the steel ring on the two steel plates, the total
length is only about four centimeters. "My god! It's so short! It's not even
a quarter of the height of the heel of my favorite high heels ! Imagining the height of my 16-centimeter heels, and then looking at
the distance of this chain, it basically feels like one of those 'homemade' handcuffs I used to wear for self-torture. Those handcuffs were made of two steel
rings inserted into a steel pin, with a lock attached to the bottom. I put a lot of
thought into wearing them. First, I clamped a 'general's dismount lock' onto a pair of pliers, not too tightly, so
the head of the lock was parallel to the ground, making it easier to insert the steel pin. Then I carefully fixed the two steel rings
to my left and right wrists with tape, trying to close them a few times to see if the steel pin went in smoothly. Then
I used my teeth..." Holding the steel pin, with wrists together, slowly insert the pin with your mouth, then use your chin to push it
towards the pliers. Use your mouth to rotate the pin, turning the hole forward so the lock head can pass through.
After passing through, pull hard, and the spring-loaded pin will lock. To open it, you
need to use the key to turn it, then use external force to push out the spring-loaded lock head. This type of lock is easy to lock, but to
open it, you must rotate the key while using something else to pry open the pin. The first time I played this, I only thought about enjoying
the masochistic fantasy; the beauty was indescribable! But after playing it, it caused me a lot of trouble.
When I tried to open it, I found that turning the key didn't move the lock head pin. When I could move the pin, I...
I couldn't turn the key; it turned out the keyhole had a spring lock. I tried everything, even
my little feet, but nothing worked. Finally, I tried using pliers, but
how could I clamp that "General's Mounting Lock" like that? (From then on, I called that lock "General's Mounting Lock"). Even if I clamped it tightly
, with one hand holding the key and the other holding a tool to turn the steel pin, think about it! Which should I use first?
I couldn't figure out how to make my wrists form an angle greater than 90 degrees. So, I lived with this makeshift handcuff for
a week. Eating and relieving myself every day was such a hassle! You can't imagine it if you haven't experienced it
.
Master Wu's voice rang in my ears: "We're going to press the bracelet chain now, Niu Niu, don't be nervous." He responded with
"Mmm! Mmm!"—I couldn't tell if it was a willing or fearful response, because of the anesthesia; I
could only make "Mmm" sounds from my throat. Seeing the already pressed steel rings on my wrists, he placed the two
bracelets side-by-side on another mold, saying, "These two steel
rings are quite close together, so they can only be pressed together simultaneously. If you finish pressing one first, you won't be able to perform
the cold shrinking process when pressing the other. Because the distance between the wrist rings is so short, your
hands might freeze off when you go to process the other steel piece." I heard the machine start up, and saw him quickly pick up the two steel
ring pieces with clamps and place them on the steel rings on my left and right wrists. The squeaking sound rang in my ears again. It was over!
My hands would be stuck together forever! My arms would never be able to straighten and unfold again! But that was secondary
! Most importantly, my little hands will never be able to reach my pink little hole again. Moreover, when I masturbate,
all those fun toys I love—vibrators, beads, anal plugs, and so on—will be impossible to use.
Wait! Wait! What, what do I do? A wave of heat washed over me, and my anxious little head went
blank, like the moment I jumped off a bungee jump. My heart seemed to stop beating! It's over! My wrists and neck felt like
they were fused together under the weight of the steel chains. After a brief moment of blankness, a thousand thoughts immediately flooded my mind.
Master Wu turned me over, so I was lying flat again. The chain rings on my hands, which had been placed side-by-side, were no longer in my line of sight
. The workbench moved forward, and I tried to look down. He was operating the knee
rings above my knees. I could vaguely see that my knees were also placed side-by-side. Could it be that they were also the same distance as the steel rings on my wrists?
Never mind, my thoughts were no longer there. I knew they were about to apply the knee rings, and my feelings were
no longer the fear and terror of the compression process. I was only thinking about the daily life,
work, meals, and even relieving myself after wearing these steel rings. These thoughts swirled in my mind like a kaleidoscope. My biggest worry
and fear was how I would satisfy my sexual urges. Would I sit on a vibrator? Mount it on the wall
? Or use a rotating device to make me lie flat? These questions flashed through my mind. No! No! No!
Because these methods couldn't satisfy my sexual desires! When I needed these devices, I often had to use my
hands to massage my clitoris to achieve orgasm! Actually, Mr. Wu didn't know that my pink little hole had eight puncture
holes! There are three on each side of my labia, one in the middle of the lower part of my pubic hair, and one
on my clitoris with a straight rod running through it. I generally don't like wearing rings
on my clitoris because they tend to bump into the rings on my pubic hair, which is very stimulating. So, in my daily life
, I wear straight rods on my clitoris. Occasionally, they bump into each other, and it feels like an electric shock, which often
arouses my fantasies! When I got my piercing done, I didn't plan to have it done on my clitoris. I vaguely remember that it was my only
trip abroad, a trip to Amsterdam, Netherlands. I learned online that the world's largest sex
museum was located in that city, so I took advantage of my summer vacation and booked a one-day tour.
After arriving in the city, I spent half a day visiting this long-awaited sex museum.
During the visit, I saw a mannequin covered in gold rings from head to toe, especially on its labia, which
were densely covered with at least a dozen rings. I couldn't help but touch my own vulva, fantasizing about what it would
feel like if I wore those rings and they collided as I walked. I started to get wet. What
was worse, the mannequin looked at my slightly flushed face with a provocative gaze and smiled at me, saying, "Hello! @#￥
%..." I was like an enraged bull! I couldn't take it anymore! It's just a few rings, I can
wear them too, what's the big deal?!
I started communicating with the staff in my broken English, "I want to wear one! Point to that mannequin! A ring,
a piercing!" In about five minutes, she seemed to understand me, took
the map from me, marked it on the map, and even wrote down what looked like a person's name! I checked my watch; it had been
about an hour since I arrived. If I didn't go soon, I might miss my chance to fulfill this impulsive idea. I immediately
went out, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the marked location. I saw an advertisement for a piercing shop with tattoos at the entrance.
I thought, this is it.
The shop was very simple, basically decorated with advertisements. I won't explain what they said, but you'll
understand. Then a tall, burly young man walked over and greeted me with a greeting I could understand.
I spoke to him in English that foreigners wouldn't understand and Chinese people wouldn't understand. He seemed to think that
because I was an Asian girl, I was just there to get a tattoo, since Asian girls who came here generally didn't have piercings.
He brought me a brochure, and I flipped through it casually. I didn't see any pictures of piercings. I felt time was running out
, and in my anxiety, I looked around at the walls. I saw
an advertisement for a woman wearing rings on her nipples, clitoris, and labia. I pointed to the young Russian man, who seemed to be from a fighting nation, indicating that I needed those kinds of rings
. After I gestured, he looked at me with a puzzled and confused expression, as if confirming something. I didn't
care anymore; time was short. I nodded vigorously at him, and he took
a brochure from a numbered shelf and placed it in front of me. I started flipping through it; each page had information about rings.
I couldn't understand it for a while, thinking, "I'll just find the prettiest one." See how clever I am! The book also had various
ring shapes, and some pictures showed straight rods. These rods looked like a "I"
shape with two spheres at each end, like dumbbells used for exercise, but instead of discs, they had two spheres. At the time,
I didn't know what they were for; I thought they were originally used for nipple implants to hide them
. None of the pictures showed the effect of wearing them, so I couldn't imagine how they would look!
When I turned to the last two pages, I saw that the pictures were larger and clearer than the ones before. I thought this was a Chinese custom
—saving the best for last. I thought, "Maybe these two pages are the best and prettiest ones."
I hesitated between the last page and the second-to-last page. The last page was gold, and the second-to-last page
was silver. Never mind, I'll choose my favorite silver. I pointed to the page with the silver pendant,
nodded to the young man, and indicated that I wanted to wear it. He pointed at the booklet, looked at me with a questioning gaze, and
asked again if I wanted to wear this set. I nodded vigorously at him again. Seeing that he still looked a little doubtful,
he gave me an "OK" sign a few seconds later!
I was led into his studio and told to take off my clothes. My face flushed red, and I was at a loss. I hadn't expected that
wearing these things would require this step. I felt so stupid! I hadn't even thought of something so simple, and my
first time undressing was with a foreign boy I couldn't communicate with. I wasn't just feeling my face burning; my whole
body was burning. Whatever, I wouldn't be coming back here for tourism anyway. As I lay naked, my
hands frantically moving up and down, sometimes covering my breasts, sometimes my vulva, I saw him
looking at me with admiration, and my shyness deepened! Perhaps because I'm quite fair-skinned, and with my blood
boiling, my whole body was flushed and translucent under the light. It's very likely that this
was the first time he'd ever seen an Asian girl like me; for a full five minutes, he stared at me, dumbfounded! I wanted nothing more than to crawl
into a mouse hole—
He made me sit on a chair, the same kind I used when I accompanied my sister to her abortion clinic. It was my first
time sitting in one, and I felt very uncomfortable. He lightly kissed my forehead, which startled me. Then
he grabbed one of my hands and placed it on the armrest, securing my wrist with a wide leather strap. After my limbs
were restrained, he stuffed a thick rubber rod into my mouth, like a horse bracelet. This
rod was so thick—perhaps typical of Western women—that on my petite Eastern body, it
stretched my small mouth to its limit, making it impossible to speak.
He then began disinfecting my nipples and labia with alcohol and applying a slightly yellowish ointment.
He picked up a pair of forceps that looked like hemostats and clamped them onto one of my nipples. However, the head of these forceps wasn't crocodile-
mouth shaped; it consisted of two hollow, plate-like heads. It clamped me very tightly, and my nipple
gradually went numb with pain. I saw him mark the center point of the hollow head with a marker, then
casually picked up a needle. Ah! Ah! Ah! So thick! Because my neck was also restrained, I could only
strain my eyes to look down. The needle was a full 5 millimeters in diameter! Ah! East Asian nipples are naturally small; mine
is only about ten millimeters, which is already considered relatively large. If this goes through, the hole
will take up half of my nipple! I'm not married yet! I haven't had any children yet! What
will happen when my child nurses?! —A sharp pain pulled my dazed mind back to reality. A ring had already been inserted into one of my
nipples. Ah! This ring is so thick and big! I saw him slowly fixing it in place with a pair of grooved pliers
. It seemed like it couldn't be removed without special tools. My eyes widened in shock as I watched him work
, and my other nipple started to feel numb and painful. Regret washed over me. Why didn't I tell him how thick
the ring should be? How could he put such a thick ring on me? Why? What went wrong? I was so
stupid!
Another sharp pain shot through me. I realized the other nipple ring was in place! Was it too late to regret it now?
I couldn't speak. Even if I could, how could I communicate? I had to endure it! I could only endure it!
His gaze was fixed on my genitals. I sensed something was off about his eyes, and I think I vaguely understood
something. My most prized and proudest feature is my vagina! Does anyone know
about "white tiger girls"? Regardless of societal views or rumors, people's perception of girls like me
is basically the same: I have almost no body hair, except for a few
sparse, golden-yellow hairs on my genitals, like a newborn baby's, just a tiny tuft on my clitoris
! You can barely see them unless you look closely. So, since I grew up
, I've never used hair removal products, and I rarely use cosmetics. My two best friends are incredibly envious.
Sometimes when we're playing together, they'll touch my body with such envious, jealous, and hateful
eyes, as if they want to devour me! A sharp pain shot through my genitals, waking me from my smugness. I
realized the pain was coming from my pubic area; it must have been pierced there too. Ah! Ah! He's touching
my clitoris! What is he going to do? That's my most sensitive spot! Images of rape flashed through my
mind! Could it be he's going to…!! No! I'm still a virgin! Although I sometimes use a vibrator,
I've never had sex with a man before. I don't want to! I don't want to give my virginity to a foreign land,
a place where I can't even communicate!
While I was lost in these thoughts, a tearing pain, even more intense than the previous three times, spread throughout my body.
My fingernails dug into the armrests, my five toes curled to their limit, and the insteps arched to
their limit! After a series of spasms, I realized, ah! My most sensitive clitoris had been pierced! Regret,
fear, fantasy, pain, and confusion echoed in my mind! I didn't know if my most sensitive
spot would still be sensitive after being pierced! Would I still be able to achieve orgasm through masturbation by touching my clitoris?
Now! I didn't feel the pain anymore after that, knowing it was from the labia.
The pain in the six labial orifices was far less than the pain in the clitoris!
My hands and feet were untied, and the gag to prevent me from biting my tongue was removed. This
young Russian man, a fighter, slowly helped me up. In a full-length mirror, I saw myself! Ah!
Ah! The rings were so thick, the two nipple rings like the brass rings on the gates of an old mansion,
making my nipples point downwards. Before the rings were put on, my nipples were upturned. You can imagine
how heavy these rings were! From the side, the diameter of the rings almost occupied half of my nipples, as if a giant hand
was constantly kneading and pulling them. When I swayed my body from side to side, the rings swayed up and down with me. Ah!
But thankfully, it wasn't too painful. I felt a slight excitement coming my way! My face started to turn slightly
red! I immediately looked down... Ah! I was stunned. It really was true, my clitoris was pierced, and
the same thickness as the others! But not in a ring shape! It was like the straight rod I described earlier,
not horizontal, but vertically pierced. The end of the rod was a spherical bead, about ten millimeters
in diameter, which overlapped perfectly with the spherical ring on my pubic hair. Seven rings on one rod
, adorning my vulva, no less impressive than the mannequin in that museum! And the rings were much thicker than the mannequin's;
from a distance, my vulva looked like a huge, shimmering silver blob! This! This! This isn't what I needed! Where did I go wrong
?! I immediately thought of that picture book! I flipped to the last two pages! Ah! Comparing them one by one! Every ring in the picture book
corresponded to every piece of jewelry I was wearing! I had been ruined by my broken English;
the page I clicked on showed the number and size of the rings I needed, all explained in the picture book
! No wonder he looked at me suspiciously several times. Even Western girls wouldn't dare
wear these kinds of jewelry rings so easily, yet I, an Eastern girl who only cares about what looks clear and pretty, regardless of size, chose them. I took
a couple of steps in front of the mirror, the rings jingling below and swinging back and forth, pulling and tugging. A painful yet
itchy sensation flowed through my body. Suddenly, a feeling like an electric shock spread throughout my entire body. In
that instant, I went limp, feeling a gush of water spurt from my vagina! Ah, how could there be a squirting? Luckily,
the fighter caught me! Otherwise, I would have collapsed to the ground! Ah! Only then did I realize that the small, ten-millimeter-long bead on the clitoral shaft
and the clitoral ring at the pubic hair had caught on each other during the collision! Ah! This works too! An orgasm
came so easily! I have to admire the craftsmanship of this warrior tribe.
The combination of the piercing rings at the top of the clitoris and the straight ornaments around the clitoral hood is so subtle that any movement of the body could cause the two ornaments to collide,
occasionally catching each other! No wonder those Western girls dare not choose this set of ornaments, and no wonder it was
on the last two pages of the catalog. It turns out the catalog was arranged according to their intensity. Luckily, I didn't
choose the last set. When I saw the last set, which was bigger, clearer, more beautiful, and had almost twenty or more
rings, I hesitated about which set to choose. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to wear that last set around my clitoris
! Wearing more than twenty thicker ornaments, could I even walk? The electric
shocks might be even more intense than this set! Fortunately, I chose the second most intense set! It turns out that after wearing it,
there's a constant possibility of collision and catching, which also means an orgasm anytime, anywhere! How can I walk like this? Even the slightest movement of my body
, as seen in the mirror, could cause me to bump into something.
How can I ever go out like this again?! Oh my god!!! I stumbled back to the tour group's hotel, my legs weak and my gait limping. My face flushed red and then paled, and I even
groaned involuntarily! The tour guide asked me with concern if I was sick. I was startled and quickly said, "No,
no, I'm just a little tired!" He looked at me suspiciously and said, "What are we going to tomorrow...?" I
couldn't hear him anymore. How could I possibly go out like this? I told the tour guide, "I'm too tired. Can I rest in the hotel
?" The tour guide looked at my face, which was flushed red and then paled, and said, "Okay! You can rest, but you can't wander around.
The tour fees won't be refunded because of your condition! Understand?" I nodded vigorously,
thinking to myself, even in this state, I wouldn't dare to wander around! I'd be willing to pay extra just to rest
!
Finally, I was going home. A small problem arose at the airport security checkpoint.
I'd tried several times to remove the rings I was wearing while resting at the hotel, but they wouldn't come off. Now that was the problem at security. I couldn't get past the
detector. The security officer led me to a private room and gestured for me to take off my clothes. When my naked
body was exposed in front of her, she didn't seem surprised. Apparently,
many girls in this city wear similar rings and frequently go through airport security checks; they're used to it!
She tugged at my nipple ring, "Ah! Ah!" Then she tugged at my clitoral ring! "Ah!" "
Ah!" "Ah!" She took a picture of me with a snapshot camera! She gestured for me to put my clothes back on, then pasted the photo
onto a form. Pointing to the form, I saw a name in English. Oh! It was for me to sign
! I didn't know what the message meant. As long as it got me back home quickly and ended this
situation where every two or three steps could trigger an electric shock, it was just a signature! It had my Chinese name on it! (Postscript:
This signature later caused me a lot of trouble).
Everything went smoothly after that, and I boarded the plane! I returned home with a slight unease. Since wearing this set of jewelry
, I had experienced countless orgasms throughout the journey! It forced me to stay home for a whole
month, not daring to step outside the front door. Even after the wounds from the jewelry rings healed and the pain subsided, I
still couldn't think of a way to remove the jewelry. I guess I'll just keep wearing it. Fortunately, the later part of this month wasn't
as sensitive as when I first started wearing it! Finally, I could go out without so much anxiety!
After the roar of the machine and the creaking of the steel parts, the surroundings were so quiet. Then, Master Wu's voice abruptly interrupted
my reverie! "Niu Niu! The knee and ankle rings are finished! This steel chain is the most amazing thing I've ever made in my life."
"I feel so honored to have this set of chain links on Niu Niu. I never imagined that Niu Niu's body would bring out such
perfection in these chain links!" Then I saw him holding a brush and applying some kind of glue to my necklace. He said:
"This is glue I specially made from badger skin!" He carefully applied it to the seams and the inside of the ring. "It
dries quickly after application, forming a thin layer on the inside of the steel ring! Once you regain consciousness, this coating
won't make you feel the coldness of the steel, and its surface is very smooth, just like a baby's skin
! So it won't harm your skin! However, this coating needs to be touched up about every three years.
I've also prepared the rest for you! Don't worry!" While he spoke, my bracelets, knee rings, and ankle rings
were all treated in the same way. Then Master Wu said, "I'm going to put this set of small ring jewelry on you now. We need to switch to
another machine to complete it. And to prevent things like urine leakage during the process, and to avoid any
accidents, you must be completely anesthetized, without any sensation. Please rest assured, Niu Niu, I will carefully put on
this set of small ring jewelry as a surprise for you. You'll be the sexiest woman to have steel ring chains worn here!"
Although you're not very tall, I made slight adjustments when pressing the anklets to compensate for this.
In every aspect, your physique far surpasses that of other girls! I was almost moved, so I made
this small set of ornaments and pendants for you for free. But the value of this set far exceeds the steel chain you're currently wearing.
I also want to transform you into a goddess! This small set of pendants and the large steel chain will be perfectly integrated;
this is my final work, and I will never create anything like it again. I may never meet
a girl like you again!
When I was pushed and pulled into a closed factory, I was placed on a soft work platform. I glanced sideways at
the precision machine, which read "Two-ton Superconducting Heat Pipe Precision Tensile Extrusion Press." No way?
Impossible? Unbelievable! Just then, the towel was placed over my mouth and nose again, and my mind began
to fog up! My eyelids wouldn't open anymore, and the sounds in my ears gradually faded!
A ray of sunlight shone on my face, the intense light stinging my eyes. I opened them slightly and surveyed my
surroundings. The familiar environment and familiar smells brought me a momentary sense of calm. Was I at home? Wasn't I
in the factory? What happened next? A series of questions flashed through my mind. I felt
my body regaining consciousness and tried to sit up, but suddenly realized I couldn't separate my arms. I tried to use my legs... Ah! Only
then did I realize I was wearing those steel ring chains, unable to even open my legs. A wave of intense emotions washed over
me, my head buzzing. Master Wu's words flashed before my eyes. This steel ring chain would be with me forever.
After a wave of regret, terror, and a tingling sensation on my scalp, masochistic fantasies gradually took hold. What kind of
effect would it have? Could I try to break free? Curiosity arose immediately. I rolled around in the blankets to the edge of the bed, letting
my chained feet touch the ground first. With a series of clattering and jingling sounds, I shakily stood up. I
felt a sharp pain in my ankles; the steel rings were pressing against my Achilles tendons, preventing my heels from touching the ground.
Instinctively, I rose on my tiptoes, and the pressure from the shackles lessened. Suddenly, I remembered Master Wu's words,
"To compensate for your height disadvantage, the ankle rings have been specially treated." Ah! So, from now on, I can only
walk on tiptoe? This is how I'm supposed to grow taller? A million complaints flooded my mind. Luckily, I've
been used to wearing high heels since I was little, so walking on tiptoe isn't a big problem. Then I noticed a note on the bedside table
, and under the bed was a pair of very unique high heels, shimmering like crystal. The thin heels were only
as thick as chopsticks, a full eighteen centimeters high, flat and without a platform.
Two padlock-shaped steel bars stretched across the surface, delicate and exquisite, like a pair of crystal shoes.
I couldn't bear to put them down. I didn't know if I could handle them, but never mind, I'd check the note first. I
sat back down on the bed, moved to the bedside table, picked up the note, and read the message:
"Niu Niu! These two sets of steel chain links are finally perfectly combined and worn. This is my last
masterpiece. I'm embarking on a journey to a foreign land, to travel the world, as my life's journey." The entire process of wearing these two sets of steel ring chains
was recorded and burned onto a CD for you to keep as a souvenir. While traveling the world, I
will learn new techniques and consider ways to unlock these two sets of chains. I look forward to the day I can
free you. These two sets of chains are intertwined, and I also hope to give you more…
With revolutionary salute!
My goodness! Such a faint hope is left for someone like me who cannot escape. If you accidentally
get involved with that forum one day, won't I be completely without hope?
Driven by intense curiosity, I tried to see what these two sets of steel chain rings were all about.
There was a large mirror on one wall in the inner room, where I could observe myself closely. I bent down to put on the high heels, and felt
a tightening around my neck and waist. It turned out that the thicker chain than the nipple chain had been fitted as a waist
chain, and a separate chain connected tightly to the neck ring on my back, restricting my bending. I could only
relieve the pressure on my neck ring by straightening my chest. My goodness, was I going to have to hold my head high forever? I awkwardly
climbed into the high heels. They were 18 centimeters high without a platform. My
feet are 22 centimeters long, and I usually wear 16-centimeter heels, which is my highest. These heels forced my toes to
curl upwards to their maximum limit. I tried to put pressure on my toes, and heard two clicks. One of the steel bars on the shoe's upper
had caught on my instep. I was startled! Ah! Even high heels have locks! I tried shaking them, and
after a series of rattling sounds, I gave up. These exquisite high heels were firmly locked onto my feet
. I tried to stand up again, and the moment the heels gave way, there were two more clicks. The second
steel bar on the upper locked onto the ankle strap, tightly securing my feet to the high heels.
So these were all-metal high heels! The two steel straps were locks! Such an ingenious design!
The shackles automatically lock at the toes and heels, but where's the key? Is this going to be permanent? I slightly
lifted my foot. It's alright; the shackles aren't sticking up anymore, and the pain from the pressure on my ankles is gone. The height of the heels
is a bit much, but not so bad that I can't walk. Then I remembered that phrase! It's supposed to
mean I can only wear high heels, but it can't be that someone already equipped with steel chains has to wear such high,
thin steel heels! A thousand complaints start anew.
Luckily, I've loved wearing high heels since I was little and have a dance background, so I wasn't completely defeated. I tried to take
a step forward... Ah! My thighs couldn't move! I then noticed that the knee shackles only had one connecting ring, less than
four centimeters apart! So short! My thighs will never be able to separate again; they'll always be side-by-side. You'll never see
me sitting cross-legged again. No wonder he said it was different from other connected iron chain systems.
Thankfully, the distance between the leg irons wasn't too short, but the knee irons restricted me, forcing me
to move forward by kicking my calves back and forth. My body rattled and jingled, and the nipple rings and their short chains
swayed back and forth, making my nipples itch. I tried to hold the rings and chains with my hands, but
the chain up to the knee irons prevented me from doing so. Apparently, when standing, there was no room between the neck irons and the handcuffs and knee irons;
my hands could only reach the tiny area around my navel ring. Oh my god! The itching was unbearable! I endured it!
Continuing to move into the inner room, a chain with five or six steel balls hanging down from my waist chain, extending
below my anus, slapping against my buttocks and cleft as I walked. I was completely defenseless! Then I felt
an itch starting at the entrance of my vagina, as if two spherical objects were going in and out,
rubbing against my vaginal opening and pulling on my clitoris. The six steel
rings on my labia were also rubbing against me, making my whole body feel weak. It turned out the steel rings not only restricted the spread of my thighs but also kept
my vagina constantly clenched. I suppressed the impending orgasm and finally saw
myself fully equipped in the mirror.
Oh my god! Oh my god! Meingott! Mammamia!
Ah! Semeda!!
Sorry, everyone, I heard the door open. It's probably my two best friends. That's all for today
. If you have even a little bit of… a little bit… please support me. Remember! I
am a submissive who needs gentleness, consideration, and self-respect. I treat this behavior as a way to respect and
understand each other, and as a spice in life. I also wish those of you with SM tendencies find your ideal partner!
Finally, I can breathe a sigh of relief. I've slowly gotten used to these two sets of steel ring chains and those torture-like steel high heels.
I'm here to say hi!
That day, I endured the intense itching and moved around, finally seeing myself in the mirror in my full gear. I was
incredibly amazed. The main steel ring chain shimmered with a light blue light, firmly restricting my freedom.
A large, bright red "M" stamp on the neck ring became a distinctive highlight on my naked body. From
the middle of the "M," a thick steel chain connected the wrist, knee, and ankle rings. The steel chain was about the thickness of a thumb
, thicker than the rings of commonly used police leg irons. The gaps between the rings were almost imperceptible without
close inspection. This couldn't be called a steel chain; it was more like a steel baton. It ran in
a straight line from my neck to the leg irons, with almost no room for adjustment. It felt as if my small body was fixed to a steel pillar. The chain, with its
slight gaps at the ankle rings, naturally formed an inverted "M,"
creating a striking visual impact. I tried to move my hands—oh my god!
There was almost no room for movement up, down, left, right, front, back, or back
. The handcuff rings were so close together that the only way to alleviate the pain was to push forward against the steel-like chain. But this would
compress the neck and knee rings. I wanted to bend over, but the steel chain from my waist to the neck ring
wouldn't allow any bending. My only option was to straighten my chest, pull in my stomach, and forcefully stick my round,
white buttocks out. At the same time, a tingling sensation surged through my vaginal opening and cervix,
as if something was entering along with my buttocks (I'll
explain the small chain rings later). Trembling, I endured the spasmodic itching, turned my body, and
saw myself sideways in the mirror. Ah! An S-shaped curve unfolded before my eyes. From now on, I could only, and
always must, maintain this shape. My pert little bottom seemed to beckon, waiting… for my dream
prince charming, ready to receive my penetration at any moment. From the chain hanging down my waist,
the steel chain that slapped my bottom back and forth held six steel balls of varying sizes strung on a steel rod,
like those "iron tree blooming" anal plugs I used to buy. However, the size of these six steel balls truly startled me. The
smallest one at the bottom looked about fifty centimeters long, and the largest was a hundred centimeters.
Swinging back and forth beneath my pert little bottom, this sight was like masturbating with those six balls. Waves of shyness
washed over me. My flushed face and alluring eyes teased my reflection in the mirror. Was this still the
reserved me? No wonder Master Wu said it was different from other integrated steel ring chains; it turns out that
the restrictions imposed on me by these steel rings specifically designed to restrain my knees were more than just a little bit. If he were here, I'd love
to use my only movable feet, those torture-like steel high heels, to playfully kick him a couple of
times. Amidst a mix of emotions, I looked down at those shackles that forced me to stand on tiptoe, trying to figure out
why wearing high heels was the only way to alleviate the pain. Ah! There were
two long, lock-like steel plates hanging down at the anklet connection , about ten centimeters long, and they were different
colors—red on the left anklet and green on the right. When my heels hit the ground, these steel plates would push
the anklets upwards, causing a painful squeezing sensation. But these were only ten centimeters! Surely you don't expect me to wear
eighteen-centimeter heels? The thin, chopstick-like heels supported me, and I felt like I was about to...
It might break, but I know its hardness is definitely the same as a steel chain.
There's no possibility of sawing it off or lowering the height. Because of the 18-centimeter height, for
my small 22-centimeter feet, the contact area between my toes and the ground in these high heels is less than 4 centimeters.
I almost entirely rely on my toes for support, and I have to stand with my feet shoulder-width apart to maintain balance.
My thighs and calves are constantly tense, adjusting for balance. In the mirror, my long, slender legs, with their taut muscles and
slight trembling, are so perfectly displayed—truly delicate and flawless, the dream of so many girls
! …
Fortunately, the distance between the chains on the anklets wasn't too abnormal, about thirty centimeters, enough to keep me
from falling completely. However, the gap between the knee rings prevented my thighs from crossing, forcing me to push off with my calves.
The colored steel plates on the ankle chains and rings collided back and forth, producing
a pleasant sound with varying frequencies depending on the area of impact,
accompanying the chain's clatter. This was hardly a torture device; it was practically a
small percussion instrument. At that moment, I felt a slight urge to urinate and headed towards the bathroom. During my movement, a sudden
situation occurred…

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