The Climax of Erotic Shadows

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Yan Ying, 37 years old, 5 feet 2 inches, measurements 36D, 28, 34. This year, I finally got to take Yan Ying to Japan. Yan Ying was overjoyed at the prospect of traveling abroad, but I, who have been to Japan more often than Hong Kong, naturally had a different plan. Yan Ying knew this, so she playfully scolded me, "You pervert!" while packing a roll of hemp rope into our luggage.

Unexpectedly, when we arrived, Japan was experiencing a hay fever outbreak. Everyone on the streets was on edge, and many were wearing masks, which was a bit disappointing.

But since we were already there, we couldn't let hay fever scare us away, could we? Besides, out of tens of millions of people in the country, only 230,000 had fallen ill; I didn't believe we'd have that kind of "luck." Moreover, this unexpectedly made my "activities" much easier—a true blessing in disguise.

After clearing customs on the first day, we checked into a hotel, dropped off our luggage, and headed straight to Tokyo Tishini. We returned in the evening. After dinner, we immediately went upstairs to our room. Having bathed, Yan Ying had washed away the day's fatigue. She was clearly in high spirits, her long, wet hair cascading down her back, her dark eyes darting around mischievously, captivating me.

It was only a little past nine; going to bed was far too early. Looking at Yan Ying, dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown that accentuated her curves, I suddenly felt a strong urge. So I had her change, intending to take her out. Yan Ying happily put on her jeans and a silk long-sleeved shirt. I shook my head, saying, "This outfit isn't good." Yan Ying was puzzled. I picked up a rope and shook it. Yan Ying was startled. "No, how can you do this?"

I ignored her protests and easily stripped her upper body naked. Once her hands were twisted behind her back, Yan Ying stopped struggling. I easily tied her hands together palm to palm, and then wrapped the excess rope three times around her slender waist, tied a knot, and ran it up her arms, tightly binding her elbows as well.

Fearing being noticed, I mostly kept the rope around Yan Ying's back, avoiding a tight binding to emphasize her breasts. However, this binding method forced Yan Ying's arms to extend straight behind her, making them almost invisible from the front. This made her full breasts appear more prominent and slightly parted, her nipples noticeably hard. The effect was good.

I rummaged through my bag and found one of Yan Ying's coats—originally meant for when she was cold on the air-conditioned bus—and draped it over her shoulders, buttoning it up.

The coat was quite long, a trench coat style, reaching mid-thigh, perfectly concealing her bound hands. I examined the effect; due to the low collar, a small portion of Yan Ying's snow-white breasts and cleavage was exposed, but it was merely sexy, not revealing. Of course, a discerning observer would notice she wasn't wearing a bra. As for the empty sleeves, luckily Yan Ying's trench coat had two pockets. I bulged out the sleeves and stuffed them into the pockets.

Yan Ying looked down at herself and asked shyly, "Are you really going to take me out like this?" I kissed her cheek and said, "Of course, but don't worry, I won't take you out on the street. We'll just stroll around the hotel." Perhaps wanting some excitement, Yan Ying acquiesced to my plan. So, I took the bound Yan Ying and strolled around the hotel for a good half hour. We not only circled the lobby but also bought a box of condoms in the hotel's shopping mall—we had forgotten to bring any. Most of the people we encountered ignored us, including the cashiers in the mall. Only one bellhop stared at Yan Ying's chest for a long time until I glared at him fiercely and he hurriedly looked away. I don't know if he noticed anything.

Back in the room, I didn't untie Yan Ying but eagerly pulled down her pants. Sure enough, Yan Ying's lower body was already very wet. What happened next is obvious and needs no further description. That night, we were inseparable, like newlyweds.

The next day, we slept until 10 a.m. before rushing to the SM shop we had booked in advance. I had been to this shop many times before, and today I had reserved an hour in their private room. Although it was almost impossible to run into acquaintances in this city, Yan Ying still wore sunglasses that covered half of her face before daring to enter the shop located in a secluded alley.

Because another SM shop had been shut down by the police last year, they were now very cautious and basically only allowed regular customers to use the private rooms. Moreover, we had to leave all our cameras, video cameras, etc., outside, and Yan Ying's small bag also had to be handed over for safekeeping—of course, I carried all my identification documents with me.

This rule was only set this year, and we weren't prepared for it. Later, I remembered that my digital camera and video camera contained many nude bondage photos and videos of Yan Ying. I wonder if the staff had a good look at us during our hour inside. However, it was too late by the time I remembered, so I had to leave it to fate. Luckily, Yan Ying hadn't thought of this (she's digitally illiterate and doesn't know how to use anything except pressing the shutter button), otherwise, she would have been mortified.

Guided by the shop assistant, we first went to the back of the shop. I asked the assistant for two black hoods similar to those worn by the Japanese Flying Tigers. I wore one myself and gave the other to Yan Ying. This was in case there was any surveillance equipment installed in the secret room. I didn't want Yan Ying's true face to appear in pornographic films. As for being filmed naked, as long as her face wasn't shown, who cared? The hoods and gags here were new, so hygiene wasn't an issue.

After putting them on, we looked at each other's comical appearance, with only our eyes showing, and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Then, we went into the secret room. As

soon as we entered, Yan Ying's eyes widened. The room, only square meters, had only one door, no windows on any side, and three exhaust fans and a split-type air conditioner near the ceiling. The room was filled with all sorts of torture chairs, racks, beds, and spotlights. Countless chains and ropes hung from the ceiling, and the walls were covered with whips, leather clothing, hoods, gags, ropes, handcuffs, shackles, and so on of various styles and sizes.

Although Yan Ying had been subjected to SM by me for quite some time, our amateurish methods were nothing compared to this "torture chamber." After a long while, she finally uttered a sentence: "No wonder you always want to come to Japan!"

While she was stunned by this professional-grade torture chamber, my hands were not idle. With a mix of resistance and resistance, Yan Ying was stripped naked. Under the intense spotlights, her snow-white body contrasted sharply with the surrounding torture instruments, arousing lust. The fact that Yan Ying was completely naked, yet wore a completely black hood, added to the eerie atmosphere. It was a real pity that I didn't have a camera to capture Yan Ying's current beauty.

I led Yan Ying to a "door"-shaped rack and made her stand with her legs spread and arms raised. Then I fastened her wrists and ankles into the leather straps of the rack, fixing her in an "X" shape. At this point, I noticed a remote control connected to a wire on the rack, with two buttons, one red and one green, and a knob. I picked it up and pressed the green button, but there was no response. I then pressed the red button, and heard a "buzzing" sound of electricity. Then, a metal rod with a mushroom-shaped head slowly rose from a metal box about 20 centimeters high in the center of the ground, heading straight for Yan Ying's genitals. I was startled, watching the metal rod rise higher and higher, about to touch Yan Ying's delicate skin. I quickly released the button, and the metal rod stopped immediately.

I squatted down and carefully examined the rod. It was stainless steel, much thicker than my penis, and about 30 centimeters long, smooth and shiny, indicating it had undergone considerable "experience." Starting from 30 centimeters down, the entire bottom is threaded, indicating that the motor buried underneath drives the lifting mechanism via gears. I tried turning the knob, and the steel rod rotated accordingly, in the same direction as my rotation, with the speed depending on the angle of my turn—the larger the angle, the faster the speed. As soon as I released the knob, it automatically reset, and the steel rod immediately stopped rotating. I was truly in awe of this ingeniously designed machine.

I looked up and saw Yan Ying looking down at me, her eyes filled with a pitiful expression. I raised the steel rod slightly, pressing it against her labia, and asked her with a smile, "How about it? Is it okay to insert this?" Yan Ying was bound straight, and when she looked down, she could only see her breasts, not her crotch. She felt a chill and said softly, "I've been treated like this by you, so I can only..."

However, I didn't want to actually use this steel rod on Yan Ying. It was too big (I later learned from the shop assistant that different thicknesses of steel rods could be installed), and I was afraid it would damage her body. Besides, we had many other things to do.

I untied Yan Ying, and she turned pale when she saw the size of the steel rod. If I inserted it and turned it around a couple of times, I was afraid...

I led Yan Ying to a torture bed. The frame of the torture bed was made of iron and shaped like the Chinese character "大" (da), with the buttocks area raised. The entire bed was covered with black leather. The leather looked a bit old, and in some places it was torn, revealing a thin layer of sponge underneath. Countless naked women have been tortured on this bed. Now, it's my lovely Yanying's turn.

After Yanying lay down on the torture bed, I began to secure her body to it with the straps on the bed. The special torture bed was indeed different; these straps could be pulled and fastened to tightly bind the body, much faster than rope binding. I fastened the straps to Yanying's ankles, knees, groin, waist, breasts, wrists, and elbows. Yanying struggled to lift her head, the only part she could move, to see what I was going to do. I turned her hood half a circle to the side, covering her eyes so that she could only face the darkness. Then I picked up Yanying's underwear hanging on the wall, pulled her hood up again, and stuffed her mouth with the underwear.

I pushed a device with pulleys in the corner of the room to the torture bed. This thing had many wires, each with an alligator clip or metal strip—clearly an electrocution machine. Due to limited resources, I couldn't use this on Yan Ying at home, but now I could finally fulfill my wish.

Last time I was here, the shop assistant mentioned their electrocution machine, saying they had had experts adjust the output voltage and current intensity, so it wouldn't harm the body unless someone had a serious heart condition or other serious illness. Such a good thing, how could I not try it?

I pinched Yan Ying's nipple, and under my skillful manipulation, the already erect nipple swelled even more. Seeing the time was right, I quickly clamped the alligator clips onto one of Yan Ying's nipples. Yan Ying let out a painful "woof." I hardened my heart and clamped the other nipple as well. Yan Ying shook her head, but didn't groan anymore, seemingly resigned to her fate.

I plugged in the power cord of the electrocution machine and began to study the operating instructions. Fortunately, each button on the control panel had a small piece of paper labeled with the on/off switch, voltage adjustment, current adjustment, etc., making it easy to use. I first increased the voltage by two levels and then pressed the switch. A crackling sound rang out, and small, bright sparks flew from Yan Ying's breasts. She let out a sharp "ooh," her whole body convulsing, her hands contorting into claws, her head the only part of her body that could move, her chin pressed tightly against her chest.

Worried she couldn't take it, I quickly turned off the power and leaned closer to ask, "How are you?" Yan Ying was breathing heavily through her nose and didn't respond for a long time. I panicked and quickly removed her hood. Her eyes were tightly closed, and tears streamed down her face. I removed the underwear from her mouth and repeatedly asked, "How are you?" while untying the belt binding her.

Yan Ying suddenly shook her head, saying weakly but clearly, "I'm fine, don't untie it, just continue." These eleven words were like heavenly music to me, and I immediately asked her with delight, "Are you really okay?" Yan Ying opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes misty, "It's very uncomfortable, but also very exciting. You can continue, I'm fine." She paused, then said, "Quickly put it on me, and gag... gag my mouth too, otherwise I'll scream loudly."

Having received this "imperial decree," I naturally obeyed immediately. Just as I was stuffing the underwear into Yan Ying's mouth, she suddenly spoke again, "Could you change the clamp? It hurts so much down there." I looked down and, sure enough, Yan Ying's two delicate nipples were tightly gripped by sharp alligator clamps, with a few drops of blood already seeping out. I cursed myself inwardly and immediately removed the clamps. Fortunately, it was just a small cut, but there were brown marks on her nipples and areolas, like burns from electric sparks.

This time, I wrapped the wire directly around her nipples. Before I began, I told her, "If you really can't take it anymore, just stick out your index fingers, and I'll stop immediately."

Yan Ying nodded silently.

I turned on the power, and sparks flew from Yan Ying's breasts again. Her naked body tensed, spasmed, and groaned in agony. I slightly increased the current, and large beads of sweat rolled down Yan Ying's body, her skin flushed red. I turned off the power and looked between Yan Ying's legs. It was already soaked, and her dark red clitoris bulged from the thick black hair, gleaming with a lascivious sheen. I turned the power back on, then picked up an alligator clip and pressed it tightly against Yan Ying's clitoris. With the three most sensitive points of a woman being stimulated by the current simultaneously, Yan Ying let out a muffled roar, her whole body trembling violently as she tried to break free of the belt binding her. Watching her reaction, I knew she had reached orgasm in agony, so I turned off the power. Yan Ying immediately collapsed onto the torture bed like a lump of mud, panting heavily, her entire body soaked in sweat.

I removed the panties from her mouth to help her breathe better. Then I unbuckled my belt and helped her down. Yan Ying leaned against me languidly. My next target for torture was a leather stool, which I would tie Yan Ying face down on for enemas and anal torture. But the conditions for enemas were clearly not available here, so I had to give up on that idea.

I helped Yan Ying stand up, then went over and took a roll of hemp rope from the wall. Yan Ying silently turned her back, her hands tied behind her back, waiting for me to bind her. I looked at the snow-white skin on her back, buttocks, and legs, and although I felt pity, it only fueled my desire. This time, I didn't use the full binding method, but rather the Japanese method: first binding her hands, then binding her twice above and below her breasts. After binding her, I led Yan Ying to the other side of the secret room, where there was a wooden horse. Its back was round, not the triangular shape commonly used by the Japanese, and it had two pedals of different heights under its belly, like a bicycle. Upon closer inspection, I discovered a hidden secret: a small round hole had been cut into the horse's back, through which I could vaguely see a wooden "phallus." So this was the legendary wooden donkey used to execute adulteresses! I had mistaken it for a horse earlier. However, this wooden donkey was fixed to the ground, unlike the legendary ones with wheels.

I said to Yan Ying, "How about it, adulteresses, want to try this torture?" Yan Ying lowered her head and softly said, "You've already turned me into an adulteresses, and I'm tied up like this, how can I say no?" I was immensely pleased; the feeling of conquering and possessing a beautiful woman both physically and mentally was truly wonderful.

I found a small crank on the wooden horse—no, the wooden donkey—and cranked it twice, raising the wooden rod about five centimeters. I lifted Yan Ying onto the wooden donkey, carefully aiming the rod at her opening, and gently helped her sit down. When the rod entered Yan Ying's body, she gasped. After Yan Ying settled in, I asked her, "How does it feel?" Yan Ying rolled her eyes at me, "You know perfectly well what I'm asking. It's not like it's the first time you've used a wooden stick on someone... oh..." I had already pinched her breasts hard.

I picked up three thin ropes and first tied the ropes binding Yan Ying's wrists to a small iron ring on the wooden donkey's rear, so that Yan Ying could only sit on the wooden donkey and couldn't lift her body to avoid being thrust in and out. I originally wanted to use the other two thin ropes to tie Yan Ying's two nipples, but in the end, I changed my mind and gave up. Her nipples had already been ravaged by alligator clamps today, and I really couldn't bring myself to do it. So I used the two ropes to tie Yan Ying's feet to the foot pedals.

I cranked the handle again, and heard a "squeaking" sound. Yan Ying let out a soft "hmm," her back straightened abruptly, her eyes widened, and her full breasts stood erect. Clearly, the wooden rod was penetrating her body. Then, Yan Ying began to pant heavily again. I cranked it a couple more times, estimating it was about the right length, and stopped. Then I noticed a switch next to the handle that moved up and down, so I switched it on. Then I started turning the handle left and right. Unexpectedly, this time the crank felt much heavier, and Yan Ying's two snow-white thighs moved up and down with it, and she began to moan loudly, "Oh!" and "Ah!" I deliberately didn't gag her; I wanted to hear this ecstatic pleasure. This was different from the electric shock.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the switch locked the foot pedals, wooden stick, and crank handle together. As the crank handle turned, the wooden stick began to thrust in and out, while the two foot pedals also moved up and down, naturally agitating Yan Ying's legs. This leg movement undoubtedly increased Yan Ying's stimulation and pleasure.

I found it amusing and simply stopped, letting Yan Ying "act on her own." Sure enough, Yan Ying, already in a semi-conscious state, panted and moaned, her legs pressing down on the pedals again and again, letting the wooden stick go in and out of her body, "raping" herself.

Her head, covered by a hood, was tilted back high, her body bent like a bow, and her hands, bound to the iron rings, had turned purple from the tight ropes. On her full, round breasts, bound by ropes, two bright red nipples protruded forward, even more vivid and swollen than before, truly like cherries. Of course, I couldn't resist such temptation. I went behind Yan Ying, embraced her body, and began to ravage her breasts. Yan Ying's voice grew even louder from inside the hood.

Just as we were engrossed in our game, an untimely knock sounded at the door. I was startled, and Yan Ying stopped screaming. A shop assistant outside called out, "Sir, you have 10 minutes left, please hurry." Huh? Time flew by? I really didn't want it to end like this. But I knew the time was very tight here; they had clearly stated that we absolutely could not exceed the allotted time. So, I reluctantly untied Yan Ying from the wooden donkey and used the tissues and new towels provided to clean her body—of course, a thorough cleaning would have to wait until we got back to the hotel. Then I dressed her. Her underwear was soaked from being gagged, so she had to wear jeans instead. Before leaving, Yan Ying glanced back at this room that would surely be unforgettable for her.

As she walked out, she bumped into a man and a woman who came in. Clearly, they were also there to rent the escape room. They were all wearing sunglasses, but it was still clear the woman was a very beautiful girl. My gaze naturally fell on her ample breasts, and I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. Before I could get a good look, the four of us had already passed each other.

We didn't leave the store immediately, but instead browsed some items outside. At first, Yan Ying kept her head down, shyly avoiding the shop assistant's gaze. Later, she relaxed, snuggling against me and quietly giving her opinions on the items. This was the first time she had participated in selecting the SM equipment that would be used on her.

Sitting in the car on the way back to the hotel, Yan Ying rested her head on my shoulder, gently stroking the bondage marks on her wrists through her clothes. I didn't say anything for a while, and then Yan Ying suddenly whispered in my ear, "Honey, I want to come here again." I turned to look at her, and Yan Ying smiled gently and nodded firmly. I was overjoyed, and despite being on the bus in front of everyone, I hugged her tightly. I knew that one day, I would take Yan Ying to experience all the torture instruments in that dark room.

That afternoon we slept for half the day. I applied a special scar-removing lotion to Yan Ying, and by dinner time the marks on her arms and wrists had mostly faded.

After resting, Yan Ying was in good spirits and energy, and I knew we could resume our activities tonight. I planned to tie Yan Ying up and parade her around like I did last night.

Back in the room, I first undressed Yan Ying and then carefully bound her. Standing naked with her legs apart, Yan Ying put her hands behind her back, her face flushed, and waited excitedly. I knelt down like I was worshipping a goddess, gently parted her labia, and inserted the remote-controlled electric flea trap I had just bought from the store into Yan Ying's slightly moist vagina. Yan Ying laughed and said, "I knew you would use this first."

I chuckled, didn't reply, but simply picked up the rope and tied it around Yan Ying's waist and crotch, making her a thong-shaped pair of leggings. I pressed down on Yan Ying's genitals, which were bound with four ropes, and said with satisfaction, "Alright, now no matter how wet you are, you won't slip out." Yan Ying twisted her body in protest, but her hands remained obediently behind her back.

I stood up and began to tie her upper body. I used the familiar and favorite Chinese five-flower binding method, with the rope draped behind Yan Ying's neck and passed forward under her armpits, binding her arms and wrists. After finishing, I first put the coat on Yan Ying to see if it could cover her up. Fortunately, unless someone stood close to her and deliberately looked down from her neckline, it was impossible to see the figure-eight rope bindings from her shoulders to her armpits. Because the neckline was low, if one looked like that, not only the ropes but also Yan Ying's bare breasts would be completely exposed. Of course, it was unlikely that anyone would openly look at Yan Ying from that angle, but it was still somewhat dangerous. However, I didn't tell Yan Ying, but just reminded myself not to let anyone stand so close to Yan Ying.

It took a lot of effort to get Yan Ying into those jeans. I really regretted it; I should have let her put them on herself first before tying her up. It was the first time Yan Ying had gone out without underwear, bound by ropes. Nervous, excited, and thrilled, anyone could see the flush on her face.

As a final step, I crumpled a small square of handkerchief into a ball and stuffed it into Yan Ying's mouth. Then I put the mask I'd bought at the convenience store after dinner on her—that's one of the benefits of hay fever; everyone on the street was wearing masks, so gagging her wouldn't be shocking. I led Yan Ying around, letting her admire herself in the mirror. The mirror showed a stylishly dressed urban woman; who would have thought that beneath her clothes was a naked body bound hand and foot?

I slipped my hand inside Yan Ying's clothes, caressing her soft, smooth breasts, and asked, "Is it okay to go out like this?" Yan Ying couldn't speak, but simply nodded gently. I straightened her clothes, carefully checked for any flaws, and then opened the door and went out.

Perhaps because it was Saturday, the elevator was crowded. Yan Ying pressed herself tightly against me, trying to cover her chest. But I could see a slight bulge under her clothes at the back—her hands were tied behind her back. Luckily, no one in the elevator seemed to notice. I put my hands in my pockets and quietly turned on the remote control. Yan Ying shuddered, almost disappearing into me. I knew it was effective, so I turned it off. It wouldn't be good if someone saw through me in the elevator.

After reaching the first floor, I led Yan Ying to a sofa in the hotel lobby for a while, then excused myself to use the restroom, leaving Yan Ying alone on the sofa.

After leaving the restroom, I didn't go back to Yan Ying but went to another corner of the lobby, where there was a pillar and a fake tree over two meters tall (clearly intended as a Christmas tree). I stood behind the tree, secretly observing Yan Ying.

She sat quietly, her beautiful features, firm breasts (Yan Ying's breasts were truly beautiful, so high and round even without a bra), slender waist, full thighs, and small feet in mid-heeled sheepskin boots outlining a beautiful curve. To have such a beauty was truly a blessing. But only I knew that her alluring body was tightly bound, which only fueled my fascination and madness. I seemed to see through her clothes her small hands bound behind her back, her slightly trembling breasts, and her moist private parts beneath the tightly bound ropes…

Yan Ying waited for me for a long time, then began to look around anxiously. I knew her inner bewilderment, shyness, and fear. One could imagine how terrifying it must have been for a young woman, without a bra or underwear, bound tightly, gagged, sitting in this unfamiliar, bustling place.

To further stimulate her, I turned on the remote control. Only when I pressed the button did I realize I wasn't sure if this distance would work. Sure enough, Yan Ying didn't react. I took the remote, pulled out the antenna, aimed it at Yan Ying, and pressed it again. Then I saw Yan Ying visibly shudder, knowing it had worked.

I increased the intensity, and Yan Ying immediately blushed, slowly bending over, lowering her head to hide her embarrassment. I simply turned the intensity to maximum, and Yan Ying's reaction became even more intense; her whole body trembled slightly, her long hair cascading down her legs, while her legs were tightly crossed and pressed together to relieve the stimulation in her lower body. I could imagine that if she weren't gagged, she would be letting out beautiful moans; if her hands weren't tied, she would be roaming over her own body.

I tormented Yan Ying for about two or three minutes before turning it off. Yan Ying raised her head with a sigh of relief, her face still flushed, and began looking around for me again. She knew I was toying with her, so she wanted to find me to end this embarrassing game as soon as possible. Before her gaze could even fall on me, I turned the remote back on… Yan Ying squeezed her legs together again…

This repeated twice, and just as I was enjoying myself, I suddenly saw a waiter walk up to Yan Ying and say something to her. Oh no! I quickly went over, putting away the remote as I went. Yan Ying was sitting on the sofa, while the waiter was standing, looking down at her, easily able to see into her neckline… Now I saw Yan Ying shaking her head repeatedly. The waiter, bent over, was still saying something.

I walked over and heard the waiter say, “Miss, are you really alright? Should we…” I quickly went over, helped Yan Ying up from the sofa, and said to the waiter, “I’m sorry, she doesn’t understand Japanese.” The waiter was still somewhat confused: “I already asked her in Mandarin…” I ignored him and quickly helped Yan Ying away. Yan Ying clung to me like a frightened little rabbit, her body trembling. It wasn't until now that I remembered, and I quickly reached into my pocket to turn off the power. I

practically carried the limp Yan Ying back to the room, removed her mask and the towel from her mouth, and the words she had been holding back for so long burst out: "You bad guy, how could you make me perform an orgasm in public?!" It seemed she was really angry. I smiled broadly, apologizing profusely, but my hands didn't let up, and soon I had Yan Ying completely naked again. Of course, I had plenty of experience dealing with Yan Ying. I knew she couldn't get aroused when she was naked.

Yan Ying struggled a little, but still bound, she was no match for my ruthless hands.

In a mix of tension, fear, and excitement, Yan Ying's naked body was covered in sweat. My fingers traced her hardened nipples, instantly extinguishing her anger (she later told me that the stimulation and humiliation she felt this time were so intense that she was actually overwhelmed with mixed emotions, and her outward anger was mostly feigned). She leaned limply against me, murmuring, "Take that one out, it hurts so much... ah... ah..." It turned out that I had turned it on again before she could finish.

It was truly a pleasure to watch a naked, bound woman suffer the torment of lust. However, seeing Yan Ying's alluring shyness and her ecstatic moans, I soon couldn't resist either. I pushed Yan Ying down onto the bed, frantically grabbed my Swiss Army knife, and cut the ropes binding her lower body (I didn't have time to untie them one by one). I pulled out the still-buzzing electric vibrator and used my own "tool" to unleash a storm of passion upon Yan Ying's body...

After the storm subsided, I untied Yan Ying and carried her to the bathroom for a good hot bath. I massaged her arms, which were already numb from being bound. Yan Ying looked down at the red rope marks on her body and said softly, "You're so cruel, tying your wife up and showing her to others." It seemed this experience was truly unforgettable.

That evening, we wanted to go out for a stroll, but Yan Ying was exhausted, so we gave up. The next day at noon (we also did some SM in the morning, but it was short and unremarkable, so I won't go into details), we checked out of the hotel and did our usual shopping, concluding this unusual trip to Japan. But Yan Ying and I both knew we would come back.

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