Wuxia Science Fiction

When I was in junior high, I liked to find bondage pictures in comic books, cut them out, and paste them into my diary. I had a strange urge to do that. Around the beginning of high school, I watched porn for the first time. There was a scene with women completely naked and bonded; it was Japanese. It was the first time I'd seen real bondage, and I felt an indescribable excitement. I thought, "Women look so beautiful when they're bound!" I watched that video countless times, fast-forwarding and rewinding, and that's when I first learned to masturbate.

Later, I got a girlfriend named Xiaodan, and we're still dating and living together. Before her, I had a few girlfriends, but we never slept together because I was too young and timid. We just held hands and kissed. In a sense, Xiaodan is my first love. I'm surprised I've been with her for so long. It seems some people are born to constantly change girlfriends, while others are born to stay with one woman until death. I guess I'm the second type.

Xiaodan is a beautiful, tall, and fair-skinned girl. She was very quiet and conservative back then, and is a little better than my "My Sassy Girl" days, but not by much. When we first got together, she was just an innocent young girl, experiencing her first stirrings of love. She learned to hold hands in two months and kiss in six months, which shows how patient I was back then. It wasn't until the second year we met that I helped her achieve her first sexual experience; we were both in university at the time. After

the first time, there was a second and a third. That summer, we made love like crazy. We would go home during holidays; Xiaodan's house wasn't far from mine, only a ten-minute bus ride. Every summer was our happiest time. Her parents didn't live with her, so I would take over her house every night.

Afterwards, I would imagine Xiaodan tied up, and when I was alone, I would close my eyes and masturbate while fantasizing. To be honest, I didn't have the courage to do that; I couldn't imagine how she would react if I asked her. Every time we made love, I would put a tie under the blanket, but I never took it out afterward. I would secretly put it away and then secretly put it under the blanket again next time. This made me close my eyes and continue to fantasize during sex, which was really painful and frustrating.

It was an afternoon in 1999. Xiaodan and I were lying lazily on the bed, embracing and kissing. It was a very hot day, and neither of us was wearing clothes. As we played around, she started joking with me, dodging me from kissing her breasts. I made a fierce face and told her that if she resisted again, I would rape her. She just laughed and said, "Go ahead, I'm not afraid." So I grabbed her small hands and twisted them behind her back, thinking repeatedly about how to get the tie out. After that, I never took the tie away and kept it under the blanket. I blew on her neck from behind to try to make the atmosphere relaxed. She chuckled, and her hands were naturally held behind her back by me. She kept twisting and trying to get rid of my restraint.

I hesitated for two minutes, then let go of her, pounced on her, and asked if she dared to resist again. She jumped off the bed and ran to another room, yelling that she was going to fight back and wouldn't let this pervert get away with it. I quickly caught up with her, picked her up, and put her back on the bed. She tried to defend herself with her hands, shouting "You bad guy!" I thought I couldn't miss this opportunity, so I immediately straddled her, flipped her over so she was lying face down, grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back, quickly pulled out a tie from under the mattress, and deftly tied her hands together. Then I rolled her over again.

This was the most beautiful scene I had ever seen. Xiao Dan's hands were tied behind her back, and she was twisting her body trying to free herself, her face slightly flushed. This was no dream. I had finally seen a real woman lying in front of me, bound. My body immediately reacted. I lay on top of her, licking her nipples with my tongue while pretending to be relaxed and saying, "Let's see if you resist again," while looking at her with a wicked grin. Actually, my heart was already pounding.

She struggled a few times, but found she couldn't move, so she said to me, "Quickly untie me, it's so uncomfortable."

Since it was my first time being tied up, I didn't dare move too much. After untying her hands, she rubbed them and asked me why I put the tie under the mattress. I explained that I forgot about it after putting it there last time, and I really wouldn't have remembered if she hadn't been so disobedient today. Xiao Dan didn't ask anything more. I caressed her diligently, and we reached orgasm together. Of course, during the process, my mind was filled with the memory of her being tied up. This was the most pleasurable experience I'd ever had. Although we didn't have sex while bound, I felt incredibly happy because I had experienced my first time being tied up. That night I slept soundly, dreaming that Xiao Dan was smiling at me with her hands tied behind her back.

2

After this time, Xiao Dan didn't ask any more questions, nor did she show much excitement. Having tasted the sweetness, I was already planning how to realize my plan again, to properly release our passion while bound together.

A week later, the weather grew hotter and hotter. We couldn't fall asleep for long at night; every time we turned over, we'd break out in a sweat. The cicadas chirped tirelessly in the trees downstairs, adding to our irritability. I rolled over and placed my hand on Xiaodan's breast. "

It's hot," Xiaodan said, even trying to speak. She pushed my hand away. "Sleep," she mumbled.

But I perked up. "How can we sleep in this heat?" I asked. She sat up and asked what I was doing. I thought for a moment and suggested we exercise to work up a sweat; once we were sweating it out, we'd feel cooler.

She knew what "exercise" meant, of course, and said, "You're so annoying! What's the point of exercising so late?"

I wasn't going to let her off the hook. Without saying a word, I leaned in and sniffed her body.

"You little puppy!" she chuckled, pushing me away. In just a short while, we were already sweating. The highest temperature that year was reportedly 38 degrees Celsius. She pushed me away forcefully, saying she didn't want to play anymore because it was too hot. This was a good opportunity. I thought I should tie her up, because it was late at night and we couldn't see each other's faces very well, which gave me a lot of courage. I pretended to be angry and told her that if she didn't listen, I wouldn't be polite. Xiao Dan said, "What can you do? I won't let you do it, you little brat!" On the surface, I was furious, but inside I was secretly excited. After playing around for a while, I picked up my shorts and pulled out the cotton rope. These were casual summer shorts, without a belt or elastic band.

Using a rope instead of a belt was a really good prop. I quickly put her hands on her head and deftly tied them with the rope. Xiao Dan didn't say anything or resist while being tied up, which made me think she didn't really hate being tied up. But I was still a little flustered inside. To hide my fear that she would be angry with me, I didn't say anything. I started kissing her face, neck, ears, and breasts. One hand held her hands down, and the other hand touched her thigh.

Xiao Dan reacted quickly, moaning and writhing. When I bit her nipple, I noticed a strong shudder in her, as if she'd been electrocuted. My mouth didn't stop, and my fingers brazenly entered her body; it was already soaking wet. Feeling the warmth, my penis was already impatient.

I released Xiao Dan's hands and began to enter her body. Her hands remained raised above her head, which excited me greatly, after all, this was real bondage sex. I thrust vigorously, feeling the heat flowing through her body…

Xiao Dan lay on top of me, breathing heavily, her hands now untied. Suddenly, I felt water dripping onto me—no, it was Xiao Dan's tears. I panicked, quickly getting up to ask her what was wrong. Through her tears, she told me I couldn't tie her up anymore. My heart sank to the bottom. I asked her why, and she only said she didn't like it. To appease her, I had no choice but to agree, comforting myself that maybe next time it would be okay.

After a while, Xiaodan calmed down and joked with me for a bit. I tentatively brought up the details from earlier, and she laughed and said I was naughty, and told me I couldn't wear those shorts anymore. I tried my best to make the word "tie" sound natural as I spoke, recalling the experience, feeling incredibly happy.

For a long time afterward, I didn't tie her up again because she told me I wasn't allowed to. This made me hesitant yet hopeful. I wanted to ask her during sex, but I couldn't muster the courage. After sex, I would tell myself to be brave next time, but when the next time came, I lost the courage again.

The holiday ended, and a few days before I had to go back to school, Xiaodan and I planned to have sex again. After foreplay, I tried to sound calm and asked her if I could tie her up. Xiaodan immediately frowned and said no. I was nervous and didn't know what to say, so I asked her why. She still said she didn't like it. As a result, due to the awkward atmosphere, we didn't continue.

After school started, Xiaodan and I were separated because our schools were in different cities. This directly led to financial difficulties for me. Every month, I would take the train to see her, and of course, I had to cut back on my living expenses as much as possible. A month after school started, I brought two hundred yuan and came to see Xiaodan again. To my surprise, she was tied up by me again…

Xiaodan

's school was in a coastal city, a beautiful place to visit. But at the time, I had neither money nor time, and could only come for two days each month. During those two days, we stayed in a cheap guesthouse and spent our happy time there.

I had been to this city many times, and I knew it like the back of my hand. Daytime sightseeing wasn't very interesting; we would just go shopping or stroll in the park. I preferred the evenings, when we would lie on a makeshift double bed made of single beds and chat idly, talking about what was happening at school, how everyone was doing at home, and whether we had enough money. Of course, after a month apart, I couldn't let my passion be suppressed for too long, so we made love, very wildly. I think most college students these days are like that.

We did it three times the first night, but it didn't affect our energy the next day at all; in fact, we felt even more energetic. We went for a stroll again, bought a ton of food, carried it to the hostel, and lay on the bed watching TV. It was only a little past 4 a.m., but we were a bit tired this time, so

we came back early. I tugged at Xiaodan and said, "Come on, baby, let your brother pamper you a little more, acting like a spoiled rich kid." Xiaodan giggled and said I was a rascal and wouldn't agree. I calmed myself down and started planning. This was something I had envisioned before coming here. I had a short rope in my pocket—the one I used last time. Since I couldn't find a better one at home, I had been carrying it with me. On the train, I started fantasizing and almost couldn't hold back my ejaculation. My mind was racing through various options and considering all the possible outcomes at Google search speed. In action, I continued my rascal act, lifting Xiaodan's chin with my hand and lewdly saying, "Let me see, hmm, this little girl is quite pretty." Xiaodan angrily hit me hard, still refusing to let it go, saying, "I'll beat you to death, you big bad guy!"

I climbed behind her, twisted her hands around, and looked at her soft, white hands. My heart started racing again.

"You're not happy? Tonight I'll make you a real woman, hmph." I held her hands tightly, still teasing her.

"Help!" Xiao Dan pretended to be scared and started screaming, but her voice was so soft the neighbors couldn't hear her.

I bit her neck, chuckled, and continued to threaten, "Scared now? Then come and play with me, you good girl." Xiao Dan tried to break free, but found her hands firmly held, so she turned her head to bite me. I feigned surprise and said, "You're pretty tough, little girl. I'll teach you a lesson." I mustered my courage and used my free hand to take out a rope, quickly and tightly binding her hands. Although it was just her hands, she definitely couldn't untie them.

To my surprise, Xiao Dan wasn't angry. Instead, she laughed and said, "You're a bad guy, no, a villain."

Seeing her reaction, I was secretly pleased, but I had to maintain the relaxed atmosphere. I touched her face and asked her with a grin, "Are you scared?" Xiao Dan staggered to her feet and tried to run towards the door, saying as she ran, "I'm going to find the police."

I wasn't going to let her get away. I caught up with her in two steps, grabbed her around the waist, and began to kiss her mouth wantonly. I held her tightly bound hands with one hand and pressed the other hand against her breasts. Now Xiao Dan was in a terrible predicament; she couldn't speak or move her hands, and could only make "mmm" sounds through her nose. My hand, which was holding her hands, didn't forget to caress the ropes that excited me, and I quickly became aroused.

Under my caresses, Xiao Dan closed her eyes tightly, as if enjoying the pleasure of being abused. I think she must have imagined herself as a virtuous girl being raped by a thug. This shows that women's sexual fantasies far exceed those of men, and women's masochistic imaginations are innate. Next, Xiaodan's body twisted and turned. Although her feet were a certain distance apart, her thighs were tightly clamped together, trapping my hand. I could feel her rubbing against me with all her might, which excited me even more. But I had to control myself; this wonderful moment shouldn't disappear too quickly. I wanted to torment her a little longer. I loved seeing her wet.

Five minutes later, I went behind her, hugged her from behind, and took my penis out of my pants, placing it in her bound hands. Xiaodan trembled and immediately gripped it tightly. My hands were wantonly kneading her breasts, and my tongue traced from her earlobe to her neck. Xiaodan, clearly unable to bear this torment any longer, moaned incessantly, her hands working hard to serve me.

Actually, I couldn't take it anymore either, because her small hands were warm and strong. Without further ado, I pulled off her skirt and stockings—they were so smooth—and thrust into her body in one go. Ah, Xiao Dan, who had just been moaning softly, let out a cry of release…

Afterwards, Xiao Dan, still bound and panting on top of me, couldn't calm down for a long time. The first thing she said was, "You're so bad."

I chuckled, but didn't dare to be too presumptuous, asking her if she was convinced. Xiao Dan nodded, saying, "Hurry up and untie me, my hands are numb." Hearing this, I quickly untied the ropes, touching her small hands marked with shocking rope marks, but a sudden pang of guilt rose in my heart. I asked her if it hurt.

Xiao Dan rubbed her hands and said it was alright, "Look how cruel you are, tying my hands like this."

I was speechless, and after a long while, I said, "If you don't like me, I won't force you anymore." But I didn't forget to add, "Don't you think this makes us happier?"

Xiao Dan laughed and said, "That's you, you're much fiercer than before." I smiled foolishly. Yes, for us SMers, who coined this term, it's hard not to be fierce when having sex with a woman while bound. I replied ingratiatingly, "You too, you've leaked so much." She punched me, saying I hated it, and then stammered, "If you like it, I can sacrifice for you, but please don't tie me up all the time. I'm still not used to it." Hearing her say that, I felt like I was flying to the sky, and I kissed her wildly without any regard for the situation. From my deduction, Xiao Dan wasn't incapable of accepting SM, she just needed more time. But I knew that anything could happen in the future.

This time, the bondage was significantly more effective than the last time. Xiao Dan leaked an astonishing amount of fluid, and I ejaculated a large pool of semen with satisfaction. Many years later, I still remember this wonderful bondage experience because it completely unlocked Xiao Dan's deep-seated sadomasochistic tendencies.

4

The last time I went to Xiao Dan's place, I experienced the pleasure of SM for the first time. For a long time afterward, my mind kept replaying the scene from that day: a beautiful woman with her hands tied behind her back, standing helplessly in the center of the room, enduring the torment of a man's hands and mouth, unable to move, only able to keep twisting her delicate body. So I started masturbating, fantasizing about flying freely, even imagining the woman as my first love, my second girlfriend, or some pretty girl from school—it was all a mess. Later, I felt bad for Xiaodan and it was affecting my grades, so I stopped. Every morning I wake up, take a deep breath, and then go to memorize vocabulary for my CET-4 exam.

Speaking of the CET-4 (College English Test Band 4), I have to criticize China's education system. Of course, I'm not the first critic, nor will I be the last. After studying English for over a decade, I still struggle to even converse with foreigners. Before university, I never had a listening class—now they've reformed, I guess. Growing up, I only studied grammar and never had any conversational experience, which directly resulted in me being practically deaf. In university, I had to cram for listening comprehension. When the foreign teacher said "How are you?", I thought for a long time and my classmate said "How is it you?" Then, when he said "How old are you?", I said "How old are you?" This made me resentful towards the foreign teacher for a long time, thinking he always had a problem with me. It wasn't until my last CET-4 exam that I finally understood. So frustrating!

Anyway, back to the point. During the time I spent with Xiaodan afterward, I tied her up a few times, but not many. I knew I couldn't rush getting her to really enjoy the game. Every time, I used my belt—I only had this one decent rope, and it was rather short—to tie her up. I'd use a tie, a scarf, or her stockings to bind her, simply tying her hands. Sometimes I'd tie her legs, which was more troublesome. After tying her up, I naturally wanted to have sex, and then I'd have to untie the rope binding her legs. Although it wasn't very pleasurable, it felt good to me at the time.

Back then, the internet was a novelty for me, manifesting in the following ways:

1. Email: I'd be excited for ages because someone had registered an email address for me, and I'd ask everyone what their email address was. If they said they didn't have one, I'd look down on them and say I could register one for them, even though I didn't really understand it. Now, I only use my email to prevent the website from taking back my last free email address and emptying my spam folder.

2. 1. Chat Rooms: I practiced typing frantically just to show off to girls or avoid getting into arguments. I'd post things like, "Handsome guy, wealthy family, parents emigrated overseas, leaving behind a factory with over 200 employees, 40 of which need a good wife. Looks not important, rural background preferred, 20-40 years old, preferably with children," and chat haphazardly with girls. But I haven't been on chat rooms for years.

2. QQ: One day, a friend asked me for my QQ number in a chat room. Not knowing, I asked the internet cafe manager. He explained it to me for a long time and even set one up for me. I looked at him with god-like admiration, which made him quite embarrassed. I still use that account; it's the only useful thing I had back then.

3. Porn Sites: I first visited a porn site in an internet cafe. I was so attracted by the content that the manager repeatedly reminded me that I wasn't the only one there and I should be mindful of my behavior. I pretended to leave and then started chatting again. I don't go to those sites anymore.

This shows that I hadn't received any formal SM training at the time. I treasured the pictures I occasionally saw online, so I didn't know any proper methods. Every time I tied Xiaodan up, I simply tied her hands behind her back. Of course, I knew the more rope the better. Once, I found a bundle of clotheslines at her house and was very excited, but because I didn't know how to use them, I just haphazardly tied her up, and the effect was less than satisfactory, so

I gave up. During the summer vacation after graduating from university, I stayed at home. Xiaodan didn't come back; she had already started working. I suggested that she rent a place instead of staying in the dormitory. Firstly, it would represent her independence, and secondly, I would be going to visit her in a while. With the help of a classmate, she rented a one-bedroom apartment. Although it wasn't big and the price was expensive, it was in a bustling area, which made me feel more at ease letting her live alone. Meanwhile, I worked day and night on a construction project in order to find a job in her city.

For a month, I went out with my classmates during the day and came back to work at night. One day, someone gave me a CD case and told me to take it home and not to damage it. I didn't think much of it and went home to continue my work. It wasn't until late at night that I remembered to check it. Amidst the spinning of the CD player, I copied over a dozen discs to my hard drive. I quickly browsed through the contents—mostly pornographic pictures and movies. I copied them faster than I deleted them; ordinary pictures and movies no longer interested me.

But when I got to this disc, I stopped, holding my breath and staring at the computer.

"Tight Bondage Class"—the name alone suggested something interesting.

It started with an old man rambling on and on, I think his name was something like "Perverted Dream Man," then he pulled over a female actress and began teaching her some kind of idiotic bondage technique. I'd never seen anything like it before. Watching his skillful hands bind the woman like a dumpling, he instantly became a god in my eyes. I watched repeatedly, not wanting to miss a single detail. This was exactly what I wanted to learn. Slowly, the woman on the screen seemed to transform into Xiao Dan, giving me a seductive smile. Her soft body, accentuated by the ropes, became incredibly alluring. When dawn broke, I felt like I had been reborn.

The next day, when I returned it to my classmate, he asked me which one looked better. Without hesitation, I said the part with the tying was better, and he nodded in agreement.

That's how I completed my historic upgrade. The next step was to put my knowledge to practice with Xiaodan…

5.

Through tireless efforts, my ideas were finally accepted by a company, so I left my hometown and came to this familiar yet unfamiliar city. From then on, Xiaodan and I would struggle to make a living together. Thinking about our future together, my heart was filled with hope and anticipation.

For a recent graduate, self-reliance meant embarking on a new life journey. Xiaodan and I were busy every day. Entering society for the first time, there were many things we hadn't learned in school that we had to learn from scratch. We had to study hard and try our best to adapt to our new roles quickly. Because we were together every day, we communicated less, and even made love less often. We could no longer find the feeling of being newlyweds during our school days. Sometimes, when we had free time, I would ask to tie her up for a while, but it was never enough.

I remembered that old guy with the obsessive dream, so I went to the store and bought twenty meters of white cotton rope, hoping to relieve the pressure of our daily work. The rope was very soft, about the thickness of my little finger. When I bought the rope, I found myself aroused, so I quickly adjusted my pants, making sure no one noticed. The salesman asked if it was enough, and I said I'd buy more if not, probably because he was also an aroused person.

After returning home, I divided the rope into four sections, each five meters long, a length I determined by watching numerous instructional videos. Then I carefully washed it and hung it on a hanger. The ropes shimmered beautifully in the sunlight through the water droplets. I stared at them blankly for a long time, repeatedly recalling the steps from the instructional videos, and after confirming that I could complete the task smoothly, I collapsed onto the bed and slept soundly.

It was Sunday, but Xiaodan went to work overtime. Around 6 o'clock, she unlocked the door.

"Oh, you didn't even cook!" she yelled at me as soon as she entered. I was lying in bed watching TV when, without thinking, I said I was too tired and suggested we go out to eat. Xiaodan said no, the food outside wasn't clean, and went straight to the kitchen to start cooking. Since graduation, she's become more and more like a housewife. I often bring up how gentle she used to be, but she always ends up clenching her fist and saying she hasn't been a lady for years.

Coming out of the room, I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and whispered, "Are you tired?"

Xiaodan looked angry and said, "Yeah, you don't even cook..." Mmm, mmm, my lips sealed hers. The setting sun shone on her face, making every hair on her face glow golden, very beautiful. She gently closed her eyes, getting into the mood, turned around, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing tightly against my chest. We hadn't kissed properly in a long time, and she was a little unaccustomed to my sudden attack, but quickly and tacitly cooperated.

We lasted for about four minutes. When I released her, she softly leaned into my arms, resting her head on my shoulder.

I hugged her and slowly said, "We've both been so tired lately, haven't we?" She nodded. I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear, and said, "Let's play for a while now. I promise it's a great way to relax." She looked at me questioningly and asked what we were going to play.

I pulled her into the house and pointed to the rope I'd bought.She quickly shook her head, saying she didn't want to play, as the binding hurt a lot.

I hugged her again, saying I'd learned something fun, and I promised it would be different from before, really, it wouldn't hurt much, don't worry.

To get her to accept it, I opened the SM pictures on my computer in front of her for the first time. One by one, the pictures I'd collected vividly jumped into Xiao Dan's eyes with the help of ACDSee. She was a little stunned; she'd never seen them before. I showed them to her while explaining, though I didn't really understand at the time, but I used all the knowledge I had to describe those beautiful scenes, pointing out that the essence of this was to let women enjoy a completely different life. Isn't trying new things in life to break the monotony of routine a kind of enjoyment?

I think I'll never understand women's psychology, and probably many people don't either. These strange creatures often do things you never expect, and Xiao Dan was no exception. Although I already knew her very well, I was still a beginner when it came to her psychology.

Seeing how hard I'd worked, Xiao Dan agreed to give it a try.

At that moment, I had only one thought in my mind: I must accompany this woman for life, and no matter what difficulties we encountered, I would never abandon her.

I made her kneel on the bed while I tied her up. She obediently knelt, and Xiao Dan was already showing signs of being a submissive. Her hands naturally went behind her back, and she thrust out her peach-like breasts.

Today, Xiao Dan was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, the kind that looked very professional, with the lace trim of her white bra faintly visible. She wore a short floral skirt, which I had picked out for her. The skirt made her look even more adorable, and her sheer stockings shone brightly.

Is this my girlfriend? The girl who used to be shy and blush when answering questions, the girl who would pout and ignore me for a long time if I said something wrong, the girl who would be as happy as a child when she received my letters, the girl who would burst into tears after reading "Mom, Love Me Again," the girl who would walk with me for miles without complaining, the girl who would frown when she saw me smoking... In my memory, Xiao Dan was still a simple child, but now she has suddenly grown up. Yes, we have all grown up.

My reverie was interrupted by Xiao Dan's laughter. She laughed, a laugh brighter than the sunlight. I felt as if I had fallen into a net, woven by a woman named Xiao Dan. She had not only tightly bound my body but also my heart. At that moment, I thought Xiao Dan was incredibly beautiful. She playfully scolded, "Didn't you want to tie me up? Why aren't you doing it yet, you bad boy?"

Yes, my darling, I am going to tie you up, and I will tie you up for life, so that you will never escape. My heart warmed. I picked up a rope, stood behind Xiao Dan, and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. It was finally about to begin…

Xiao

Dan closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently, as if she were experiencing a feeling of helplessness and uncertainty within herself. I could guess that besides nervousness, she was also filled with anticipation, the anticipation of something new and unfamiliar to her about to happen. I think it's like someone who never eats spicy food but decides to try it under someone else's temptation; the moment they reach for their chopsticks, their feelings must be just like that.

My feelings were no different. Watching my beloved woman kneeling obediently on the bed, awaiting the rope that could bind our intimate souls, wasn't this also a kind of anticipation for me?

I carefully folded the rope in half, trying to calm myself, and then placed one end of the rope on Xiaodan's wrist. Her arms were parallel behind her back, her fair arms, like lotus roots, calmly accepting the impending binding. I first tried to tie her wrists with the rope, but in my nervousness, I couldn't even tie a knot properly. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I couldn't tie it after several attempts. This amused Xiaodan greatly, and she laughed at me, saying, "Look how clumsy you are! Trying to tie me? Go learn how to tie shoelaces first!" I ignored her and patiently tied her wrists tightly with the rope.

Xiaodan tried to struggle a little, but found that her hands were already immobile, and a blush rose to her cheeks.

I tried to decipher Xiaodan's feelings and came to the following conclusion:

When he tied my hands with the rope, I had a strange feeling, as if I had returned to the era of infants in swaddling clothes. The tight bindings made it impossible for me to move an inch. Please continue, my love, bind me tightly, let me rest in your gentle embrace for the rest of my life. I know you can protect me, I will quietly fall asleep, peacefully enjoying that sweetness. I am yours, bound by you, I will never escape.

Next, I wrapped the rope around Xiaodan's breasts, pulled it tight, then around the starting point on her back and pulled it back. The remaining rope was knotted around her wrists. Xiaodan had clearly never seen this kind of binding before and curiously asked me where I learned it. I chuckled and said I wouldn't tell her, this is just the beginning.

This is the simplest and most commonly used binding method in Japanese bondage tutorials. Two ropes, one above the other, perfectly accentuate the woman's breasts. Depending on the number of ropes, various patterns can be added. Although I'm quite proficient in its application, I'm not very good at describing it in words. (Sigh, I won't copy the text from the bondage tutorial; I hope everyone understands.)

I turned to Xiaodan, looking at her with a mischievous grin, and asked her how it was, whether it was tight or not. Xiaodan stuck out her tongue helplessly and said, "What have you been researching all day, you rascal?" I quickly replied, "I love you," although the answer was completely irrelevant, Xiaodan showed a sweet smile. While the iron was hot, I picked up another rope and tied a knot in the rope binding her wrists. This time, the rope was tied below her breasts, the two ends of the rope complementing each other and showcasing her exquisite curves. The excess rope was passed under her armpits, tightened, knotted, and tied above her wrists. Finally, the end of the rope was inserted into the densely packed rope, so that she couldn't reach it, although I knew she wouldn't.

Now Xiaodan's body was completely immobilized. With the simpler binding method before, her arms could still move, but this binding method tightly bound her arms to her body. Xiaodan twisted her body, as if carefully savoring the feeling of being tightly bound, or perhaps enjoying the pleasure of being tortured. I cupped her face and pressed my lips to her soft little mouth at the right moment, my eyes not wanting to miss any inch of her bound skin, constantly glancing at her breasts, which were almost bursting out from under her eyes due to the rope binding.

After a brief kiss, I picked up another rope. Xiaodan looked at me in confusion and said, "Isn't it over yet?" I told her what was coming next that was even more exciting. As I spoke, I had already tied the rope around her waist. Suddenly, she seemed to understand what I was going to do and struggled frantically, shouting "No! Don't tie me up!" But having come this far, how could I let her go? I roughly pressed her down onto the bed. The rope had already passed through her genitals, pulled back through the rope around her waist, and tied a knot at her genitals. Finally, I tightly tied the end of the rope to her wrist.

This rope, like a snake, devoured her private parts. The slightest movement would cause it to sink deep into her crevices. Xiao Dan clearly couldn't bear this torture. Her cute little face began to flush red, and she kept begging me to let her go. She lay on her side on the bed, and every slight movement intensely stimulated her sensitive areas, which excited me immensely. I admired this rope-bound beauty from several different angles. But I still couldn't be too hasty. I thought this was just the beginning. I wanted to slowly torture my Xiao Dan, to let her completely accept the baptism of SM.

As she carefully shifted her position to make herself feel better, the third rope began to erode her legs. The groin area was tightly bound together with white cotton rope, digging deep into her flesh. Then came her calves, ankles, and toes. I gave her no room to struggle; soon the rope covered her entire body. Xiao Dan's legs were tied together, directly intensifying the stimulation to her lower body. Each time she tried to lower her hands to alleviate the stimulation, it only resulted in unbearable friction against her breasts. The severity of this binding method caught me completely off guard. I imagine she desperately wanted to soothe her vulnerable lower body, but her bound hands prevented her from doing so, and she couldn't even breathe. She could only struggle and wait, hoping her lover would help her escape this predicament. That desperate longing rendered Xiao Dan speechless. Her tightly closed eyes, repeated twisting movements, and incessant moans proved she was on the verge of collapse.

I sat down in a chair, lit a cigarette, and quietly admired this captivating scene. Xiao Dan slightly opened her eyes, and from her hazy gaze, I saw her longing, her expectation. She stammered, "Husband... hurry... hurry... I... I... I can't... take it anymore."

I had never imagined Xiao Dan's reaction before, never imagined she could have such a strong feeling for SM. In just over ten minutes, Xiao Dan had completely changed. Was it really the power of the bondage tutorial that the dream man had given me, or was it a sadomasochistic complex that had been buried deep in her heart? To this day, I still don't know, and I don't want to know. In short, the pleasure that SM brings me is unimaginable. I believe that SM must have brought Xiao Dan the same pleasure as me, or even more than me.

But how could that be enough? I smiled and walked towards her. Desire was already burning in Xiao Dan's eyes, and the flames in her eyes made me try my best to control myself. I wanted to give her a complete SM experience, to make her completely my slave. I took out three silk scarves I had prepared beforehand, which I had bought earlier. I told Xiaodan to open her mouth, and she obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could. I stuffed two of the scarves into her mouth, and used the remaining one to gag her from the outside. This way, Xiaodan could only make "woo, woo" sounds from deep in her throat. Her clothes, disheveled from her struggle, accompanied these alluring sounds, truly bringing my bondage to a new level. I laughed and told her to untie herself. Xiaodan's eyes showed helplessness as she shook her head and groaned, but only "hmm...hmm...woo..." floated into the air and gently dissipated.

It was time. I knew I couldn't torture her any longer. I couldn't delay any longer because of her reaction, otherwise she would feel despair and might hesitate next time. So I untied the ropes binding her legs. The sheets on the bed were now crumpled into a ball. Xiaodan's skin was deeply embedded in the ropes as she struggled. Her rope thong was soaked with her love fluid—what a concept! Her lace panties and stockings were completely saturated, the sticky fluid making the stockings cling to her thighs. I imagined her desperately trying to relieve the intense stimulation with her hands, but unable to, resorting to writhing as a helpless method. This was something I had never seen before in all the time we'd been together. I could no longer suppress my urges and relentlessly invaded her wet territory…

…Xiaodan stroked the rope marks on her body, saying, "You were really amazing just now. I've never seen you like that before." I drew back the curtains and asked her if she liked it. The faint sunlight shone on the rope marks on her body, a shocking sight—rows lying across her chest, back, arms, thighs, and wrists. Xiaodan slowly closed her eyes, breathing in the slightly damp sea breeze, and said, "You must protect me for the rest of my life." I ran my hand through her beautiful long hair, slowly feeling Xiaodan's body temperature, feeling its real warmth. If this were a dream, I should be awake, but I knew it wasn't; it was the beginning of a dreamlike experience.

7.

From the last time we were bonded, I saw Xiaodan's long-buried SM tendencies. This was her first time accepting full-body binding, but her reaction was unimaginable. That night, I ran to the beach, shouting to release my emotions, as if trying to transmit my joy to every corner of the world through the waves, letting the whole world share my success.

The final conclusion is that not most women are born accepting SM, but with patient effort, 90% of women will accept it. The important point is that you must love her, let her feel your love when you bind her, so that your woman won't panic and develop aversion. This requires a gradual process, and many experts have confirmed this, so I won't elaborate further and continue my story with Xiaodan.

As winter gradually arrived, the beautiful city was adorned in a silver-white blanket, which, as Chairman Mao would say, was exceptionally enchanting. While most cities in Northeast China experience cold winters, this city, influenced by its maritime climate, was unusually warm. Although there were a few cold days, they passed by like shooting stars, barely stopping people from fully enjoying the rare winter sunshine.

Like all ordinary people, Xiaodan and I worked hard every day to earn social recognition and the foundation of our material life—money. As we progressed, all the troubles of life seemed to disappear, especially our sex life, which reached an unprecedented height. Each time, I would tie her up and watch her helpless struggle, and she began to learn to find the greatest pleasure in bondage. We enjoyed this new life together, and these previously unexplored areas led her to a wonderful paradise, one she was reluctant to leave.

That was in 2002; I was 23 years old, and thus began a brand new life.

Christmas is one of our favorite holidays, but not our absolute favorite. I like the Mid-Autumn Festival the most because the seafood is so plentiful then. Xiaodan, on the other hand, loves Valentine's Day. Every time she holds a bouquet of luscious roses, she's as happy as a child who's received a reward from a teacher. As our relationship has progressed, I've given her more and more flowers. This year, she happily strolled around the streets with almost half a month's salary in her arms, only going home after dark. On

Christmas Day 2002, we played SM all night until we were completely exhausted.

That day, we went out onto the street as soon as it got dark, like any other couple, hand in hand, wandering aimlessly. We bought some glow sticks and waved them around, and saw a glowing Santa Claus. Xiaodan begged me for a present, and I mysteriously told her to wait. Actually, I had already prepared something—a gag.

The first time I saw this thing online, I thought it was strange. The picture showed a poor woman's mouth completely covered by it, with two straps tightly tied behind her head, preventing her from using her tongue to push the ball out. Ever since I saw it, I've thought it was a really good thing, capable of completely rendering girls powerless, leaving them only able to hum sounds that excite men the most. So I couldn't wait to order one, but I resisted taking it out, still using a gauze or stockings to seal Xiaodan's mouth the last few times. I wanted to give it to her as a Christmas present this day.

The backpack had several bundles of rope, and the gag lay quietly in a pretty box; in a few hours, it would give my Xiaodan's beautiful little mouth a strict restraint. I smiled secretly, starting to rehearse the exciting scene in my mind.

That night, we didn't plan to go home, but booked a room at a hotel. Although it was expensive, it was definitely worth the expense for us, who like and want to try different environments.

Around midnight, we arrived at the hotel, located in the heart of the city.

The receptionist warmly greeted us and led us to our booked room. Obviously, there were more guests at the hotel than usual today, but most of them were young people who decided not to go home because they had stayed out so late.

As we opened the door, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted into our noses, creating a very pleasant atmosphere. The room's lights were adjustable, and I carefully dimmed them to a soft, hazy state before taking off my coat and sitting on the bed.

Xiao Dan looked around and, finding it very clean, smiled with satisfaction. Of course, this star-rated hotel was incomparable to the cheap guesthouses we had stayed in before. Xiao Dan sat down next to me, hugged my neck, and whispered in my ear, "It's so good that you don't have to leave tomorrow." She always liked chewing Extra gum, which had a sweet strawberry flavor.

She was mentioning our Christmas get-together a few years ago, how after each night of revelry, I would rush to catch the train home the next day, waving goodbye to her with reluctance.

I laughed and said, "You silly little thing, how can you still remember? From now on, we'll be together forever, and you won't have to suffer the pain of separation anymore."

She smiled sweetly, seemingly with tears welling up in her eyes.

I held her in my arms, letting her head rest on my lap. She lay there lazily, like a kitten. I stroked her eyes, her eyebrows, her nose, and a touch of sadness welled up in my heart. Was I mourning the pain of our past partings? I asked myself softly.

Xiao Dan stretched like a cat under my caresses and said, "You naughty boy, don't you want to sleep tonight?"

I didn't answer, but grabbed my backpack. Xiao Dan knew what I was going to do and started pushing and shoving me, laughing and saying, "Why do you only think about tying me up all day?" I opened my bag, took out the rope, and took a deep sniff of the cotton scent. Xiao Dan preferred cotton rope; she felt that using it was less painful than using hemp rope, and I respected her choice, always using cotton rope.

"You look so beautiful when you're tied up, so pitiful, so heartbreaking." I started tidying the rope ends and began to build the atmosphere with a gentle tone.

"Really?" Xiao Dan's face flushed, and blushes like peach blossoms scattered on her fair skin. Although I had tied her up more than once, she always reacted shyly when she saw me take out the rope. "Be gentle, okay? I'm afraid of pain. A few times you tied me up really hard."

I held Xiao Dan's hands and told her not to be afraid, that I would be careful.

Xiao Dan nodded, then stood straight on the ground, her hands flailing about, unsure where to put them, before finally placing them behind her back. Her back was straight, and her lovely breasts, still beautifully erect beneath the tight black sweater, stood out.

I didn't intend to remove her clothes, because I liked bondage, especially in summer. Xiao Dan wore only a semi-transparent camisole nightgown, her body covered in ropes, much prettier than naked. But since it was winter, she had to accept the fact that her clothes were thicker.

I deftly bound Xiao Dan's wrists, wrapped them around her chest a few times, and then tied a knot behind her back. Although not particularly tight, she couldn't break free.

Xiao Dan looked down at the ropes across her chest, then turned her body, confirming she couldn't escape, and made a helpless expression, saying to me, "You bandit, robbing an innocent woman in broad daylight!" I

quickly corrected her, saying, "This time I won't be a bandit. How about I be a Kuomintang agent, and you be a female Eighth Route Army soldier?"

Xiao Dan raised her head, saying, "The Kuomintang wouldn't tie people up like this; they use a more elaborate binding." A single sentence reminded me, and I thought, "Fine, I'll grant your wish." So I released Xiaodan, but she jumped onto the sofa like a rabbit, saying she was running away, you stupid spy.

Haha, I laughed; this kind of game is just my cup of tea. I quickly jumped onto the sofa, pinned Xiaodan down, and deftly put a rope around her neck. Xiaodan struggled fiercely, but her strength was far too weak against me. I straddled her, wrapping the rope around her arms several times, finally binding her wrists. Xiaodan desperately twisted her body, trying to break free, but under my control, she could only rub herself a few times before quickly giving up, panting heavily.

But I wasn't done yet; her legs and feet were also bound with rope, bent and tied to her wrists. This forced Xiaodan to lift her head to reduce the pain in her wrists from the weight of her legs.

I got off her, smiling at her.

Xiao Dan's chest heaved violently as she struggled to turn over. The ropes dug tightly into her rounded skin during her struggle. The sofa wasn't large, and Xiao Dan's efforts seemed futile; she could only move her legs a few times, her snow-white stockings swaying with a sexy aura. Realizing she couldn't turn over, she could only turn her head and look at me helplessly, a pitiful expression on her face.

I lifted her chin, lit a cigarette, and, looking every bit the spy, casually asked her if she would confess.

Xiao Dan feigned defiance, spitting at me lightly, saying, "You can kill me, but I won't confess."

I laughed loudly, telling her, "How can you kill such a beautiful female communist? Of course you have to… humph."

Xiao Dan cried out in terror, "No!" It seemed she was also getting into character.

I pulled off Xiao Dan's white cotton stockings, crumpled them into a ball, and seeing I was about to gag her, Xiao Dan quickly clenched her teeth, afraid to make a sound. I chuckled inwardly, pinching Xiaodan's nose with one hand and holding the sock in the other, waiting for her to open her mouth. In less than thirty seconds, Xiaodan obediently opened her small mouth and bit the sock. Afraid she'd spit it out, I tied her mouth shut from the outside with a towel.

At this point, only heavy breathing and moans could be heard from Xiaodan's nose. She moved her body slightly; I knew she was fully playing the role of a submissive, and this submissive role was bringing her extraordinary pleasure.

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