An unconventional game: The Beauty and the Slut

Upon leaving the campus and arriving in the mountain village

, I shouldered my simple luggage and left the familiar
school where . For a moment, I felt lost, confused, and even a little sad and afraid, but I had
no choice.

After a crowded, dusty, and exhausting journey, as I stepped off the bus and breathed in the warm, moist air carrying
the
scent of grass, I clearly saw my beloved (my boyfriend), Yuanye, waiting at the crossroads leading into the mountains. Instantly, I dropped my luggage and rushed to him, embracing him and
kissing . Tears streamed uncontrollably from my beautiful eyes.

It took me more than ten minutes to regain my senses. Only then did I realize that
behind stood a girl, her face flushed, head bowed, her hands fidgeting with
the end of her long braid draped over her slightly protruding chest.

Seeing me looking at her, her face flushed even more. She hurriedly bent down to pick up my luggage from the ground and
said to Yuan Ye, "Teacher Yuan, I'll go first. Please accompany your wife slowly!" After saying that, she carried the luggage and walked ahead
along the winding and rugged path into the depths of the forest.

I wrapped my right arm around Yuan Ye's waist, rested my head against his broad and strong chest, and listened to his
heart pounding with excitement and his rapid breathing. At the same time, Yuan Ye's left hand tightly hugged my
left shoulder, while his right hand slipped inside my collar, his wet and large palm covering my full and
firm breasts.

Instantly, my breathing became rapid, my tender nipples swelled and hardened, and
streams of honey flowed from my lower body. My left hand also reached towards his crotch, where his erect penis had already created a
small tent in his crotch, hard as if it were about to burst out of the rags.

At that moment, Yuanye, holding me tightly, hurriedly turned into the dense forest beside the mountain path.

He pushed aside the branches blocking their path with one hand, and dragged me quickly deeper into the woods with the other.

We stopped beside a large, felled tree deep in the forest. He turned around and stared intently
into my eyes. In his eyes, I saw the domineering aura of a master and the burning desire to conquer—the look I often saw during
our unusual games.

I slowly lowered my head, kneeling before him, and unzipped his pants,
unbuckled his belt, and slowly pulled down his trousers and underwear. His already erect, purplish-red penis stood proudly
pointing to the sky.

I opened my mouth and swallowed it, licking it with my delicate tongue. My soft, moist lips enveloped his
hard, erect penis, sucking and licking it vigorously, thrusting in and out of my mouth repeatedly. My
nostrils filled with the long-lost pungent, fishy smell and the distinctive scent of a man.

Soon, under my gentle licking, his erect and large penis became aroused, spraying thick, sticky
, and fishy-white semen into my throat, so much so that I couldn't swallow it all, and it
dribbled out of the corners of my mouth.

Finally, Yuan Ye's hard and large penis stopped spraying and slowly went limp. I spat out the limp
penis and used my tender little tongue to carefully lick the sticky semen off it, licking it
clean.

Yuan Ye said, "Juan! From now on, whenever we are together, you must call me
'Master' and obey my orders. You are the slutty female slave that Master bought. Are you willing?"

"Yes, Master! I... I am willing to be your slave and serve you for life!" I knelt on the ground,
my forehead touching his feet, trembling with excitement, and murmured.

"Very well! You lowly slave! Now strip naked. Did you bring what I asked you to bring?"

"Yes, Master!" I replied,
taking . I held it above my head with both hands and said, "Thank you for your trouble,
Master!" Then, I stood up, quickly stripped off all my clothes, and threw them on the ground.

My face was flushed with shame, my head was lowered, and my hands were clasped behind my back as I stood before him.
My breath quickened with excitement, causing my firm, full breasts to rise and fall, and my long, soft, lustrous hair cascaded over my slender
shoulders .

Yuan Ye unfurled the cowhide rope, folded it in half, tied several knots, and looped the folded end around my
slender neck. He adjusted the knot, and now it was tightly wrapped around my throat,
the loop tightly constricting my slender, white, and tender neck. I don't know why. Every time my master
tightened my neck, I felt incredibly excited. Sometimes I quietly thought that this might be
because deep down I longed for the sexual sadomasochistic experience of kbsm.

Then, my master took the knotted beef tendon rope and ran it
down . It split into two strands under my groin, passing through both sides of my swollen labia majora. Then, he pulled
it up forcefully, forcing me to keep my chest out and stomach in to maintain a graceful posture, preventing the rope from pulling me into a hunched position.

Next, my master tied several knots on the beef tendon rope behind my back, opposite my front, and
passed it through the loop behind my neck. He pulled it up forcefully and then pulled it down forcefully, causing the rope, with its many knots constricting my
swollen labia majora, to dig tightly into my full, soft skin. My master then
tied a tight knot in the loop behind my neck, a binding method that prevented me from loosening even slightly, no matter how much I moved or struggled
.

I know that from this day forward, I will spend my days wearing this special "tortoise-shell" rope garment,
unless the Wilderness (my master in this life) comes up with a more interesting and sensual method, or if my master decides to use a more cruel method of binding me, he will not untie me, but then he will bind
me even tighter . 　　Everyone knows that the contraction of a rope made of cowhide is greatly affected . When it's damp, the rope tightening around my full, soft skin is already quite painful, but when body heat or the influence of external temperature causes the cowhide rope to dry, it will contract rapidly, digging even tighter and deeper into my skin, outlining my full, soft skin even more beautifully.

It was more alluring and sexy, but also produced a more painful tightness. However, I liked it; I
rarely felt this tightness when I bonded myself.

Next, Yuanye divided the tendon rope into two strands, passing
one strand under each of my armpits through the knots on my breasts, then folding it back to the opposite knot behind my back. This process was repeated, passing the rope around to
the knots , until a final knot was tied at my waist to prevent it from coming loose.
The remaining tendon rope was kept as a spare.

Yuanye looked at the rope bindings on my body and then used his hands to straighten the rope at each
knot, forming a series of perfect rhombuses (this is called rhombus rope bondage), which made my skin look shapely and
sexy.

At this moment, I stood before my master with my head held high and chest out (in reality, I couldn't bend my body at all), but
my eyes could only look down at his crotch. This was the rule of our alternative game. If
a female slave's eyes wandered around or looked directly at her master's face, it was considered disrespectful and damaging to
his dignity, a serious violation of the game's rules, and the female slave would be severely punished by her master.
If the violation was intentional, the female slave would be suspended from the game for a month or subjected to
even more cruel torture until she bled.

Yuanye threw me a long pink dress with two thin straps draped over my shoulders, but forbade me to wear a bra or underwear,
so that my master could caress and use my breasts and vagina anytime, anywhere.

Yuanye took out several bundles of oil-soaked hemp rope from his backpack. He unfurled one bundle and made me
turn around, my hands behind my back. I knew my master was going to use the Japanese "taka-ko hand bondage"
method again. Sure enough, he folded the rope in half, wrapped the folded end around my wrists twice in a cross shape, pulled
it tight, and tied a knot, leaving a 10-centimeter rounded end.

He then combined the two strands of rope and wrapped them around my left upper arm (near my shoulder) to my chest,
above my breasts, to my right upper arm and behind my back, passing the rope through the wrapped section and folding it back over. He then wrapped it around my right upper arm (near my elbow
) to my chest, below my breasts, to my left upper arm and behind my back,
passing over twice, until he wrapped it around my wrists twice, and then tied a knot to secure it.

Next, the master unfurled a bundle of hemp rope, folded it in half, and wrapped it horizontally around the several ropes
wrapped twice behind my back. He then tied a knot in the center of my back, leaving a 10-

centimeter folded end.

He combined the two ropes, draped them over my left shoulder from behind, let them fall diagonally to the center of my breast, passed them through the rope
wrapped around (the first rope) below my breast, twisted them twice with the diagonally falling rope,
draped them over my right shoulder, wrapped them around the horizontal rope behind my back twice, and tied a knot to secure them.

"Kneel down and serve me!" the master commanded, standing before me. He coldly watched me, this
slutty female slave with my hands tightly bound, as I obediently and laboriously knelt down. His
already erect penis was pressed against my mouth, nodding as if yearning for my caresses.
I opened my mouth and swallowed it, licking and sucking the hard penis with my soft, moist lips, occasionally
licking the swollen, purplish clitoral hood with my tender tongue.

Suddenly, the master withdrew his even harder penis from my mouth, lifted me from the ground, and made
me turn around, spread my legs, bend over, and lower my body, raising my ample buttocks. He lifted my skirt to my
waist, grabbed the rope binding me with his left hand, and, with his right hand guiding his hard penis, thrust it forcefully into
my honey hole, squeezing out my juices. The large labia majora, bound by the hemp rope, made my honey hole even narrower
and tighter .

Yuan Ye's hands gripped the ropes binding me, as if I were riding a beautiful little mare.
He thrust his strong waist powerfully and rapidly, pumping his large, hard penis in and
out of my tight, narrow vagina with tremendous force. The impact of flesh against flesh made a loud "slap, slap" sound. The intense stimulation caused my vagina to spasm violently
, constantly swallowing and releasing the rapidly moving penis. My vaginal fluids gushed out, flowing down my thighs and
onto the ground, nourishing the grass and trees.

Gushes of fluid shot from the hard penis deep into my vagina, causing my body to convulse in waves of burning
sensation. The muscles of my vaginal walls gripped the penis tightly, as if trying to prevent it from being withdrawn.

After a while, my master finally came to his senses from the intense pleasure, withdrawing his limp
penis from my vagina. Instantly, a large amount of thick, milky-white semen mixed with my vaginal fluids gushed out, dripping down
my thighs . Then, the master came to me and made me lick my penis and pubic hair clean with my mouth and tongue, which were covered in a sticky
mixture of fluids .

Yuanye then made me stand up straight with my legs spread apart. He squatted down, divided the remaining cowhide rope
into two strands, passed them between my swollen and purplish labia majora and minora, pulled them up and passed them through the cowhide rope wrapped around my waist and abdomen,
tied a knot , and then tied three thicker knots on the remaining rope. He passed it through my crotch again, with two thick knots
pressing precisely on my vulva and vagina, and another thick knot pressing precisely on my bulging
anus . Then, he pulled it up and passed it through the cowhide rope around my waist, wrapped it several times, and tied a knot (this is
thong bondage).

After Yuanye lowered and straightened my skirt, she unfolded a hemp rope, folded it in half, and
wrapped the folded end twice around my wrists, tying a tight knot. Then, she split it into two strands and passed them through my left and right elbows to the front of my body. She
wrapped the ropes around my arms and the ropes above and below
my breasts
tighter, pressing the two ropes above and below my breasts together. This made the muscles of my arms more concave and my breasts more prominent. Then, she passed each rope through my armpits to my back and
tied a tight knot around my wrists.

Thus, I stood before Yuanye (my master), wearing a pink suspender dress, head held high and chest out,
bound , my breasts so prominent that the dress seemed about to burst at the chest

. Her face flushed, her breathing rapid, her long, flowing hair disheveled, and her head bowed, her gaze fixed
on her master as he put on his trousers, zipped them up, and fastened his belt.

Then, her master took a beautiful plum blossom-shaped silver ornament from his pocket and fastened it to the knot of the sinew rope around her throat.
Thus, the sinew rope wrapped around my slender neck became the cord for this silver ornament.

Yuanye, carrying a backpack and satchel, helped me out of the dense forest and back onto the winding, rugged
mountain path. He led the bound female slave, staggering, towards the mountains.

Along the way, his master frequently whipped my arms, bulging from the hemp rope, with a tough, thin branch,
leaving many raised, purplish-red welts. He also used my mouth, vagina, and anus several times.

I don't know how long we walked; my arms and wrists, bound by the hemp rope, were now numb and bruised. My master
told me that after this turn, we would reach the village entrance, and now he would torture me again.

So we stopped under a big tree. The owner took out a thicker and longer bundle of
hemp rope from his backpack. He threaded one end through the three 10-centimeter ends of the rope that was still binding me and tied them together

. Then he threw one end over
a . He then dragged the thick rope forcefully, slowly hoisting me up. At this point, I could only
stand on tiptoe, my body swaying and spinning.

The owner wrapped the thick hemp rope around the tree trunk and tied a knot to secure it. Then he used his shoulders to lift my legs up,
and used the remaining thick hemp rope to tightly bind and knot my ankles. Then he loosened his shoulders, leaving my
feet off the ground, face down, my body tilted and suspended from the tree. He then stuffed my underwear, which he had crumpled up, into
my mouth.

Yuan Ye picked up the sturdy, thin branch again, stood beside me, lifted my skirt, and forcefully
swung the branch, whipping my ample buttocks twenty times. Then,
he whipped my breasts, which were bulging from the constriction, thirty times. Instantly, my buttocks and breasts were covered with purplish-red
welts. I struggled and twisted my body desperately in pain, letting out low
, pitiful screams from my mouth stuffed with underwear. My wounded buttocks trembled incessantly.

Finally, the whipping ended. My master lowered me from the tree and made me kneel on the ground. He squatted behind me
, untied the ropes binding me, and draped a thin black trench coat over my shoulders. I
gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, and struggled to my feet. I put on the black trench coat and buttoned it up, concealing my
body covered in purplish-red rope marks.

Then, we packed our things and continued on our way. The bruises on my breasts and buttocks were chafing
painfully , and the rough knots of rope were constantly rubbing my sensitive groin, making me feel hot all over, my face
flushed, and my vagina incredibly itchy, with juices flowing down my thighs.

Turning the bend, I saw a mountain village. Immediately, joyous drumming
and cheers erupted from the village entrance, and we were warmly welcomed by dozens of students and parents. The village girl who had helped me with my
luggage , holding a bouquet of vibrant camellias in her hands, a shy smile on her delicate face, quickly
came forward and presented me with the flowers. I excitedly accepted the flowers and embraced the shy
girl , asking her name. She nestled her head deeply in my arms and said, "Ding Juan."
The name was similar to mine, except hers had the "Juan" radical (女).

The old village chief hurried forward, grasping my delicate hand tightly and shaking it vigorously,
repeatedly expressing his welcome to teach in this remote mountain village. Then, everyone escorted us
to the school, which was located in what used to be an ancestral hall.

At the welcoming banquet held in the village, the old village chief, on behalf of all the elders and villagers,
presented me with a beautifully crafted traditional silver jewelry box and a set of equally exquisite silver jewelry. It was then that I noticed that all the
adult , whether old or young,
wore thick, white silver rings around their necks, wrists, and ankles, inlaid with several smaller rings. It was like the neck brace, handcuffs, and leg irons I wore during my ordeal.
This phenomenon puzzled me greatly.

I quietly asked Yuanye what was going on. The host smiled and told me I would understand later. Seeing the host's
mysterious expression, my doubts only grew stronger. Fortunately, Ding Juan, who was sitting next to me, had a sharp ear
and quietly tugged at my sleeve, telling me that this was a local custom, and that her grandmother would
tell me the story behind it in a couple of days.

The welcome banquet lasted for quite a while, during which the students performed some folk-style programs.
Everyone sang and danced together, and I also showed off my beautiful voice, singing several popular songs. Encouraged by
the hosts , everyone repeatedly asked me to dance. Looking at the hosts' eyes, which held a hint of coldness, I
reluctantly danced a segment from the Swan Lake. However, the tight rope binding me, especially
the friction of the knots around my crotch, controlled my movements. Several times, I almost lost control of my
emotions, and my juices gushed out, dripping onto
the ground leaving small marks on the gray tiles. Fortunately, my forehead and face were also covered in sweat,
which helped to hide it from everyone's eyes.

I had just finished dancing and sat down when Ding Juan grabbed my hand and said, "Teacher, will you teach
me this dance?" I hugged her and said, "Okay, as long as you study hard,
I'll teach you in my spare time!"

"Thank you, teacher! You're just like my mother!" she said, burying her face in my breasts and crying.

I hugged her and turned to ask Yuan Ye what had happened. He told me that a wildfire a few years ago had taken her
parents' lives, and she was now living with her grandparents. Oh! The old village chief. Hearing this, I
couldn't stop my tears from flowing, and I hugged her even tighter.

After a long, lively discussion, everyone said goodbye and went home. Ding Juan reluctantly left with her
grandparents .

The host showed me around the place where I would be working from now on.

The second part of the trip to the mountain village was a different kind of game .

This ancestral hall was originally the ancestral hall of a large landowner in the village, actually the ancestral hall of the Ding family.

Two heavy nanmu wood doors were installed above the wide main entrance. The surrounding walls were made of red clay from the mountains
mixed with a thick glutinous rice paste and then rammed together. The walls were a full 150 centimeters thick and also quite high.
Standing over 4 meters tall, despite decades of wind, sun, and storms, the ancestral hall remains sturdy and unyielding
.

Built against the mountainside, backed by a dense feng shui forest, and facing the entire village, the ancestral hall and
its surrounding forest cover several acres, boasting a beautiful and picturesque environment.

Entering through the main gate and passing through a corridor about twenty meters long, one reaches the second gate of the ancestral hall. Slightly
smaller also features two heavy nanmu wood doors. Beyond the second gate lies the main hall, a spacious
space originally used for religious ceremonies, now serving as a playground for students during breaks.

On either side of the main hall are several spacious side rooms, which, after renovation, have become classrooms for the students
. The entire roof of the hall is supported by several thick log pillars, making it essentially an ancient
timber- framed structure.

The backyard was a courtyard separated by blue bricks, with an arched doorway and
two heavy, semi-circular doors made of nanmu wood. Yuanye led me through the doors.

In the center of the courtyard stood an ancient banyan tree, hundreds of years old. Many thick branches extended from
the trunk thick that four people couldn't encircle it,
and the thick roots twisted and arched out of the ground, revealing an ancient, ecological landscape.

Several brick houses had been newly built along the left side of the wall. This was where we would live, eat, and sleep.
Many flowers and plants I didn't recognize grew along the walls of the houses, their vibrant blossoms exuding fragrance. Yuanye told me that before
I arrived, the old village chief's wife, Ding Juan's grandmother, would cook and clean for him every day
. Now that I was here, these tasks would fall to me, this lowly female slave.

Hearing this, my heart pounded wildly. Turning my head, I saw a row of old
wooden houses along the right-hand wall. I asked what those places were. The master's cold expression made my heart clench.
I only heard him say that those were the old prison and torture chambers. At this, my heart trembled even more violently, and my body involuntarily
shivered several times. Seeing this, the master also smiled coldly at me and said, "What's wrong? You lowly slave,
aren't your favorites? Now, do you want me to torture you?"

"Yes, master! I beg you! Punish your lewd female slave! Punish my transgressions with cruel torture
!" I immediately knelt on the ground, bowing my head in response.

"Alright! It's still early! I'll take you to see the dungeon!" Hearing this, I was truly
frightened and collapsed to the ground, my heart trembling violently as I thought, I never imagined there was a dungeon? But I also
felt a warm glow, thinking that life ahead would be full of excitement and fun. I quickly got up and
followed him into the torture chamber.

As soon as I entered, I was stunned. Several ancient torture racks stood there, their thick
wooden pillars —the pillars of the broad, sturdy tiger bench—securely buried deep in the ground, with ropes and
chains hanging from them. There were no windows on the walls, only various instruments of torture hanging on nails: whips,
canes, rattan canes, rope whips, as well as hemp ropes, palm ropes, silk ropes, cotton ropes, steel handcuffs, shackles, chains,
etc. They were all cleaned and oiled; it seemed he had spent a considerable amount of time preparing them.

Yuanye walked to the corner and picked up a heavy, thick wooden cangue leaning against the wall. Seeing his strain, I
immediately felt how heavy that cangue was! Could my delicate, small body bear
it ?

This thick wooden cangue can be divided into two halves. Each half has a semi-circular hole on the back and
a small round hole in the middle of the front. Steel handcuffs connected to iron chains are fixed on the outside. When the two halves of the thick wooden cangue are put together, the two
semi-circular holes form a large circle, just like the ones I often see in period dramas,
carried on the shoulders of prisoners, only not as wide and heavy.

"You lowly slave, take off your long skirt and kneel down. Tomorrow is Saturday, and I'm going to give you a good lesson these next two days
to see if you've been lazy these past two years. The soundproofing here is excellent, and the environment is very secluded. Nobody
comes here usually, so you can shout as loud as you want. Let us have a couple of days of fun playing these unusual games! Consider it
a grand welcome ceremony for your arrival!"

I blushed, tears welling in my eyes, and nodded, saying, "Thank you, Master!" I took off
my long skirt and knelt down. My master separated the thick wooden yoke,
forcefully . Then, he threaded two wooden pegs through the two holes at the top and bottom of the yoke. Instantly, I felt
the weight of the yoke on my shoulders.

Next, my master made me put my hands into the small round holes, and then threaded two wooden pegs
through the holes at the top and bottom of the small round holes. These two pegs were perfectly wedged into my wrists, making it impossible for my hands to slip out of
the small round holes. The thick wooden cangue seemed custom-made to fit my neck and wrists
perfectly . Even so, Yuanye still fastened the steel handcuffs, connected to the chains on both sides of the cangue, onto
my slender wrists.

My master told me that this thick wooden cangue, along with the steel handcuffs, weighed 40 jin (approximately 20 kg). It was originally used to punish
promiscuous female slaves (women who seduced or tempted their masters) or women who had committed capital crimes. Once a woman wore it, she
had to wear it day and night, parading her through the streets, being tortured and tormented until she was
executed after forty-nine days.

Then, my master brought out a heavy pair of shackles, the rings already wrapped in cloth to prevent scratching
my ankles the shackles to my ankles, helped me up, and told me that these shackles weighed 30 jin (approximately 15 kg) and
were used in conjunction with the thick wooden cangue.

I tried to take a few steps and felt an unusual heaviness. My gait was severely deformed. Before taking a step, I
had to twist my hips and move my thighs. My feet could only rub against the ground. I wondered what
it would be like if I wore these for forty-nine days. It seems that the punishments for women in the past were so cruel.
This did not include the daily torture and torment that made you wish you were dead. It was truly
worse than death!

However, in the alternative game, the clanging of the chains on the ground and the sight of me
carrying a thick wooden cangue on my shoulder, wearing a rope garment with shackles on my ankles, filled us with unusual excitement and
stimulation.

Yuanye pushed open a revolving door in the wall, resembling a blue brick wall, revealing a dark, gloomy
doorway . A cold, damp wind blew against my naked body, causing me to shiver involuntarily
. Goosebumps rose all over my body, my legs trembled uncontrollably, and I felt as if I were about to collapse.

The master turned on the light switch by the door, revealing more than thirty stone steps leading down to
a depth of seven or eight meters underground. He supported my shivering, cold naked body, which was carrying heavy wooden shackles and wearing leg
irons , and slowly descended the steps, the chains clanging loudly with each step.

Beneath the surface was a spacious dungeon. A mountain spring flowed swiftly along one side of the dungeon from the back mountain. Through
the clear spring water, the bottom of the pool could be seen, about a meter deep. Several log pillars stood firmly in the pool,
each nailed with a large iron ring for suspending and binding those in the pool. There were also two log cages, about two meters high
, mostly submerged in the water, with only a small section visible above the surface.

Inside the dungeon, several ancient log racks and cages also stood, their thick wooden pillars, including the pillars of
a wide and tiger bench, firmly buried deep underground. Hooks on the ceiling suspended
hemp ropes and iron chains. Even the walls and floor were nailed with several iron rings. In a recess in the wall was an
old bamboo oil lamp. When lit and the electric light turned off, the tiny flame flickered in the cold wind
, further enhancing the cold and dim environment of the dungeon and making it feel even more sinister.

Yuanye then walked to a beautifully carved wooden donkey, opened the cover on its belly, and manipulated it.
He inserted two exquisitely carved, knotted phalluses from the logs into two holes on the donkey's back, tightening them
. He then attached a rough, brown rope loop from the left side of the donkey to the wooden wheel at its front hind leg. At this point,
I noticed a finely crafted wooden waterwheel at the source of the mountain spring in the pool.
The waterwheel, propelled by the spring water, turned the wooden wheel, causing the two knotted phalluses on the donkey's back
to move up and down.

The owner then moved to the right side of the donkey and attached another similarly rough brown rope loop to the wooden

wheel at its hind leg, causing the two knotted phalluses on the donkey's back to begin rotating from side to side. At this moment,
the two gnarled wooden penises on the donkey's back, driven by the two round wooden wheels on the donkey's front and hind legs,
rotated continuously from side to side and moved up and down in sync. The front one thrust upwards, while the rear one retracted
downwards , with a very regular and rhythmic motion. Ah! This was the
cruelest punishment used in the past to punish female prisoners and those licentious women!

The master gave me a cold look, then fiddled with the donkey's belly a few more times, and the two gnarled wooden
penises began to rotate and move up and down even faster. Moreover, he took out several more thicker and longer
gnarled wooden penises and waved them in front of my eyes. At this moment, I truly felt that my future days would be
extremely "pleasant"!

As I marveled at the maker's exquisite craftsmanship, I heard my master's cold voice:
"You lowly slave, kneel! Do you see? In the next two days, I will inflict these tortures on you one by one,
hahaha..."

"Yes, Master!" Hearing this, I obediently carried the thick wooden yoke, kneeling laboriously on the ground,
head waiting for my master to discipline this lewd female slave. Just seeing these cruel instruments of torture, my juices
began to flow incessantly. Tell me, am I not lewd!

Yuanye came forward and squatted behind me, untying the cowhide rope binding me. The tough and
sturdy cowhide rope had already deeply cut into my plump skin, leaving deep marks. My master
took out a digital camera and photographed the marks on my skin from various angles, as well as
my sexy and humiliating posture with the thick wooden yoke on my shoulders.

Then, my master made me kneel on the ground, one end of a thick wooden yoke supporting my upper body. My
full large buttocks were raised high, making me look like a wanton woman awaiting execution, yet my face
showed a pitiful and sorrowful expression.

I bet I have a face that would make any man's heart flutter: elegant, delicate, fair-skinned, young, and with
a devilish figure and mentality—a mentality that not every woman can bear.

Yuanye squatted behind my raised buttocks, his hands caressing the scarred flesh, inserting his right middle finger
into my honey hole, gently rotating it. The honey lubricating his middle finger made it rub against the walls of
my honey hole , and I couldn't help but become excited, letting out seductive moans.

Then, the master also took off his clothes and thrust his erect penis into my wet, juicy vagina from behind
. After violently pounding it more than a hundred times, he pulled out his even harder penis and thrust it into my already wide-open anus
. After pounding it wildly more than a hundred times, he ejaculated his
hot . At the same time, I also let out
moans of pleasure as the master ejaculated, my whole body convulsing violently. My body and mind, fueled by the master's intense love and his masochistic tendencies
, brought me to an extreme level of pleasure.

After we rested for a while, my master made me kneel up straight and then announced
the rules and schedule of the game:

"From now on, our game officially begins.

This game will last for our entire lives and will be an indispensable part of our future lives.
In this game, I am your noble master, ruling over all your freedom, while you are my lowly female slave,
subject to my control and training at any time. Of course, these rules are only
valid when it is just the two of us or one of us alone without outsiders; otherwise, they will depend on the circumstances.

The schedule is as follows: from Monday to Friday during the day, you will appear
before . You must work hard and teach diligently. The quality of your teaching will also be part of the game,
and the severity of your punishment or reward will determine the degree of your punishment or reward. From

7 pm to 9 pm from Monday to Friday, it is your preparation time. Afterwards, until midnight
, you will be punished for the mistakes you made during the day, but regardless of whether you have made any mistakes, the punishment will depend on my mood
."

While sleeping, you will be bound hand and foot to the bed to prevent yourself from engaging in lewd masturbation.
On Friday and Saturday nights, you will spend time in a torture chamber or dungeon, where your master will discipline
you according to his mood or punish you for your transgressions.

You are forbidden from wearing a bra or underwear at any time or place. During the day, while attending classes, your body will be tightly bound by
your master using rope in various binding methods, such as "tortoise shell binding," "hip rope binding," or "figure-eight breast binding," or you may self
-bind. After being unbound at night, you must be completely naked, wearing shackles,
and serve your master with your mouth, vagina, and anus, giving your all to win his favor.

You must obey your master's needs at all times. Sometimes your master will play unconventional games, but he
will not tell you the rules. You must rely on your understanding to play; the degree to which you understand the game will determine
the severity of your punishment. "

You must always remember, or try your best to remember, that you have lost all right to privacy and concealment.
Strive to fulfill your only responsibility, dedicate yourself, and your mouth, belly, and buttocks will forever be open to your master."

"Are you willing to be my slave? Are you willing to abide by these rules of the game? Are you willing to accept
punishment? Are you willing to obey all your master's orders and arrangements?" His cold, icy
questions of yes and no made my heart pound, yet a surge of passion welled up within me, and my honeyed juices
flowed even more freely from my honeyed orifice.

"Yes! Master! I am willing to be trained by you, and I will dedicate everything to you!" I answered
vowfully .

At this moment, Yuanye's demand for this answer meant that I agreed to completely dedicate myself,
that I agreed in advance to everything that might happen in the future.

Then, Yuanye came forward, removed the wooden shackles from my shoulders and the shackles from my feet, helped me
stand up from the ground, and stretched my numb hands and feet.

As I stretched my limbs, my master was in the center of the dungeon, adjusting
the ropes . I watched his every move silently, my heart filled with a masochistic
yearning.

He beckoned to me, and I excitedly walked quickly to the ropes and
stood . He wrapped one rope, hanging on the left, around my left wrist twice and tied
a tight knot; similarly, he wrapped the other rope, hanging on the right, around my right wrist twice and tied
a tight knot.

Then, he pulled hard on both ropes, raising my arms into a 'Y' shape. He
secured the left rope to an iron ring on the cell wall, then threaded the right rope through an iron ring on the ground beside me, forcefully pulling my right leg
to the right, causing my legs to spread wide.

The master wrapped the right rope around my right ankle twice and tied a knot to secure it. He then turned and untied
the left rope from the iron ring on the cell wall. After passing the rope through the iron ring on the ground to my left side, he wrapped it around my left ankle twice and
tied a knot to secure it. At this moment, my legs were forced apart to the extreme. I felt a
tearing , and tears welled up in my eyes.

Then, the master took two more hemp ropes, tied them to the left and right ropes (near my waist), and then
passed them through the iron ring on the cell wall. He pulled hard, and as the two ropes were pulled,
the hemp ropes binding my hands and feet were also pulled to the left and right. This caused my arms to slowly
move upwards and my legs to slowly move to the left and right, until my body was taut, my legs were spread apart to the extreme
, and my entire body was stretched into an "X" shape by the hemp ropes. I couldn't move at all, only my head could move
slightly .

The master then suspended a thinner hemp rope above my head,
merging it a long braid. After tying a knot at the end of the braid, he pulled on the other end, causing my neck and head
to become stiff and immobile.

Yuanye showed me a long, black, and exquisitely crafted horsewhip, its leather wrapped around thin bamboo strips; a
long leather whip made of nine leather strips bound together; and a third whip made of a single,
hard , as if it had been soaked in water.

I realized it had indeed been soaked; when he lightly touched my lower body and brushed against my parted

legs, I felt the whip pressing against my tender skin, both hard and wet.

"I'm going to leave marks on your body with this whip, long, deep, lovely welts that
won't fade . You'll have plenty of time to scream, struggle, and cry while you endure the whipping. I'll give you
time to catch your breath, but once you've recovered, I'll start again. I won't
judge the effectiveness of the whipping by your screams and tears, but by the condition and color of the welts," he said coldly to me.

Yuanye stood before me, wielding the leather whip made of nine strips of leather, lashing it "swish, swish, swish" across
my breasts, abdomen, and thighs. My master desperately wanted to hear my painful groans, the sooner the better.

My focused endurance and pride in remaining silent didn't last long; he even managed to make
me beg him to let me go, even just for a second!

I struggled too fiercely, trying to avoid the whip's bites, but the hemp rope binding my body
made it impossible to dodge. As a result, my breasts, abdomen, and thighs were covered in welts.

But Yuanye's resolve remained unwavering. He merely tossed aside the nine-tailed whip, picked up the horsewhip, and turned
to behind me. The whipping resumed, the whistling sound even sharper. From that moment on,
every lash struck its mark, except for a few that deliberately landed elsewhere.

Because I loved Yuanye so much that I had ended up in this state, I knew that begging my master for mercy would only provoke his
cruelty , allowing him to extract undeniable evidence of his power and immense pleasure from me.

Finally, my master switched to a water-soaked rope whip and lashed my body mercilessly. The hard rope whip

struck my thighs and buttocks like being struck with wooden sticks; the unbearable

pain transmitted from the outside in. The water-soaked rope whip and the horsewhip immediately left welts on my skin. My body, bound and suspended
, twisted desperately to avoid the whipping, making me appear even more alluring.

Finally, the whipping stopped.

The whip marks stretched like ropes across my shoulders, back, buttocks, abdomen, breasts, and thighs, sometimes overlapping
, sometimes crisscrossing. Some of the raised marks still had tiny beads of blood slowly seeping from my skin.

"Oh! How I love you!"

my master murmured, caressing my breasts, kissing them, then kissing my lips
ten times in a row. Then, he lit the kerosene lamp in the hole in the wall, gazing at my slender, shapely
body covered in raised, purplish-red whip marks for a long time, his face showing a deeply impressed and
completely conquered expression.

My master left the dungeon and turned off the light, plunging the dungeon into darkness. Only a tiny,
faint , flickered in the cold wind, as if about to be blown out, filling the dungeon
with the smell of earth and the eerie atmosphere of an ancient castle dungeon.

In that damp, cold darkness, there was not a sound, and I quickly lost all sense of time.

In the dimly lit dungeon, after being whipped, I was suspended alone and helpless, my heart pounding
with memories of the good old days.

A Different Kind of Girl Recalls Past

Hardships I was a girl who enjoyed intense stimulation. When I was 16 and in high school, I developed a liking for
self-bondage. With my hands tied behind my back, shackled, I would kneel on the ground, struggling desperately, trying in vain
to break free of the ropes binding me.

I wanted to touch my genitals, but with my hands tightly bound behind my back, I couldn't break free. That
desperate urge to masturbate, yet the inability to, always excited me.

After starting work, I rented a separate house, which gave me ample opportunity for self-torture.

My room was filled with all sorts of sadomasochistic instruments, and there was a fairly large basement
where I kept various torture devices.

Before, I always played by myself in my room or the basement, but I always felt something was missing. There were some
bondage and torture methods I couldn't fully enjoy myself, but a girl like me would be too embarrassed to find someone to
bond or torture her, right?

Today, I suddenly had a bold idea: to go for a walk while bound up.

I hadn't had the energy to work all afternoon, but thankfully it was the weekend, so I could have a crazy holiday.

After work, I rushed home, ate dinner, and collapsed on the sofa, watching sadomasochistic
videos while waiting for nightfall. I was going to go for a walk while tightly bound, but I had to wait until later
when there were fewer people!

Finally, the clock struck eleven, and I started preparing.

After a long, hot shower, I put on black sheer stockings, black lace
garter belts, and five-inch high heels. That was all; I just needed
a red cape to wear before going out.

At this moment, I looked like a prostitute soliciting customers on the street—so lewd and despicable.

Now I could start binding myself. Just thinking about the rough hemp rope tightly constricting my body made my vagina
unconsciously wet again. I took two 10-meter-long hemp ropes and tightly bound them

to my two long, slender thighs, from the groin to the ankles . Each leg was tied separately, not together, because I would be walking later. To make walking more difficult, I used a 2-inch-long iron chain, securing each end with a padlock to the ropes near the knees. The keys to these padlocks, along with the keys to the shackles, were placed on top of the bookcase in my study. This way, when I was wearing the shackles, if my hands were still bound behind my back, I couldn't climb onto the stool to retrieve the keys with my mouth. Therefore, I had to first untie the ropes and the handcuffs to get the keys and free myself. 　　Next, I took out the shackles I would be wearing that night—black leather shackles with . I put them on my ankles and secured them with two padlocks. The black shackles wouldn't reflect light in the dark, preventing me from being spotted. 　　After putting them on, I tried walking a few steps around the room and realized that with this binding method, I could only move forward slowly, one small step at a time. "If someone finds out, I definitely won't be able to escape!" This thought made me even more excited. 　　Of course, I wouldn't forget about the dildos. Today, I was going to use a new product I bought at an adult store last week —a pressure-controlled plastic dildo. When inserted into the vagina, the contraction would cause the dildo to vibrate automatically, with four adjustable levels of intensity and speed; the greater the pressure of the vaginal muscle contraction, the more the dildo would automatically adjust the intensity and speed of its vibration. 　　I took out two dildos, inserting the thicker one into my vagina (my hymen had already been broken during masturbation, and because of it, I was severely punished by Yuan Ye after meeting him —but that's another story). I inserted it all the way to the cervix. I applied lubricant to the thinner one and carefully inserted it into my anus. Both dildos had a small metal ring at the base. 　　I put on the black leather chastity belt, locking it from front to back. Then, I secured the small metal rings of the two simulated penises to the metal rings on the chastity belt with small locks. The keys to the simulated penises, the chastity belt, and the handcuffs were all in the mailbox by the front door. The mailbox key was on the basement floor. When I returned later, I would have to laboriously walk to the basement wearing shackles to and retrieve it. I needed to unlock the handcuffs first; only then could I possibly get the shackle key. 　　After binding my lower body, I carefully walked to the full-length mirror. I was quite satisfied , but I found that with my legs bound like this, it was very difficult to avoid straining my vagina while walking to prevent triggering the vibrations of the two simulated penises. 　　This time, I walked to the full-length mirror and back, successfully avoiding triggering the vibrations . However, the possibility of them vibrating at any moment made me both nervous and intrigued. 　　I took out a 15-meter-long hemp rope and used the "turtle shell binding" method to bind my upper body . I draped the rope behind my neck, slid it down my shoulders to my chest, and then combined the rope into two strands, placing them at my collarbone.

Four knots are tied at the nipple, cleavage, upper abdomen, and upper edge of the pubic bone. Then, the rope
is passed , tightly embedding the rope into the labia. The rope is then pulled down the buttocks to the back,
where it is tied again at the lower back. Next, the rope is divided into two strands, which are wrapped around the abdomen from both sides of the waist and hooked onto
one strand of the double rope between the knots at the abdomen and pubic bone.

Then, the rope is turned around and wrapped around the lower back to tighten. The same binding is done above and below the breasts. Then, the rope is pulled from the back to the neck
and tied around the neck. In this way, the double rope from top to bottom at the chest is hooked
into three diamond shapes due to the knots. Together with the three ropes at the upper and lower edges of the breasts and the waist, they are tightly bound into
a net. The pressure of the tight rope makes the breasts appear fuller and firmer.

As the hemp rope tightened around my genitals, I carefully avoided triggering the vibrations of the two simulated penises. Then,
a nipple clamp was placed on each of my two tender pink nipples, each with a 150-gram lead weight attached. I immediately
felt my nipples erect.

Now, I could put on my cloak. My red woolen cloak was quite heavy, so
my bound hands shouldn't be noticeable from the outside. I fastened the cloak's straps, then the belt around my waist, and tried
taking a few steps. The cloak, reaching my ankles, concealed the shackles. Only occasionally, as I stepped,
my thighs, bound by the hemp rope, would peek out from the gaps in the cloak.

Alright, it was 12:30. It was time to go out. I slowly walked out the door, closing it
behind me, the key in my mouth.

A chilly autumn wind blew, and I felt a slight shiver, which only intensified my burning excitement.

There wasn't a single pedestrian on the street, only the dim streetlights flickering. With my hands behind my back, I threaded the handcuffs through
the intersection of the two uppermost ropes binding my back, then cuffed my hands
together behind my back.

This way, my hands were cuffed upwards behind my back, with my elbows pressed tightly against my sides, so
it was impossible to tell from the outside that my hands were bound behind my back.

I took a deep breath and carefully began to walk slowly forward along the street.

At first, it went relatively smoothly; I took small, careful steps, trying not to strain my vagina. I continued like this
until I reached the street corner, but the dildo still hadn't triggered. However, as soon as I turned the corner, I saw
a man in a suit walking towards me. In my nervousness, I instinctively stepped onto the sidewalk steps. In that
instant , I overexerted myself, and the dildo inside my vagina and anus immediately began to vibrate mercilessly.

I was incredibly nervous, gripped by a fear of being discovered. I tried my best to remain calm, feigning
a leisurely stroll, and continued walking. In the quiet of the night, the chains on my shackles
clinked softly against the ground, like deafening thunder.

I finally managed to brush past the man, and only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. I could feel his
gaze watching me suspiciously from behind. I—a beautiful, solitary girl in a red cloak, walking slowly, step by step, alone on this quiet street at
this hour—
would be strange to anyone who saw me. I just hoped he wouldn't ask me any questions.

Now, I was walking alone on the quiet street again, the chains mercilessly restricting my
attempts to end this adventurous experiment quickly; it took much longer than I expected to reach the street corner.

The simulated penises inside my vagina and anus writhed relentlessly. I felt my juices seeping through the gap between the chastity belt and
my thighs , flowing down my legs. My breathing quickened. I struggled to break
free of the handcuffs, trying to touch the sensitive area between my legs, but it was all in vain. The handcuffs were tightly
bound to my wrists, impossible to break free from. Just as I struggled,
the vibrations of the two simulated penises intensified, and I couldn't help but moan.

Then, a terrible mistake occurred. In my excitement, I completely forgot that I had the key to the front door in my mouth.
As I opened my mouth, with a 'clink,' the key fell to the ground.

I froze, as if struck by lightning, tears welling in my eyes. Without
the key , I couldn't free myself from my restraints. To retrieve the key, I'd have to lift my cloak completely to
reach it with my cuffed hands, but the cloak had no opening at the back. This meant I'd be forced
to expose my entire body to the street, pitifully naked and tightly bound.

Composing myself, I started to think of a solution. First, I needed to untie the cloak's waist tie. I carefully and slowly
squatted down, then pushed my knees forward together, creating a gap in the front of the cloak. One end of the tie
slipped inside. I carefully clamped the tie between my knees, then, trying to maintain my balance, slowly
sat down. Finally, the knot on the tie was untied.

I lay back on the ground, supporting myself with my feet and elbows, struggling to move forward until
my cloak was completely turned inside out. Bound and exposed to the cool autumn wind, my body felt hot.
I laboriously moved towards the keys, finally grasping them firmly in my hands.

I struggled to roll over, using my head to lift myself into a kneeling position, then finally stood
up .

After all this commotion, the two dildos were already at their maximum setting. Disheveled, I
reached my first orgasm of the night. This orgasm was ten times more
intense ; I almost fainted.

The orgasm subsided, and my consciousness began to return. Thankfully, no one had noticed. I tried to use the cloak to cover
myself, but without the waist tie, I could only walk back at a slower pace.

Finally, I reached the front door. The intense vibrations of the two dildos were now causing me pain. I
desperately wanted to remove them, but bound like this, there was no way to do so quickly.

I knelt down in front of the gate, held the key in my teeth, and tried several times before I finally unlocked the gate. Now I had to go
down more than twenty steps to get the mailbox key to the basement. Wearing three-inch-long shackles, going down the steps
was no easy task. I could only move down one step at a time, and it took me about ten minutes
to get to the basement and get the mailbox key.

I hurried up the steps to the mailbox, reaching it as quickly as possible. On the way, I
experienced my second orgasm, though not as intense as the first. Reaching the mailbox, I turned around,
fumbled to open it, and retrieved all the keys. I rushed back to my room and began to remove my restraints. After

unlocking all the locks, I carefully pulled out the two dildos. Still shackled, I went into the bedroom,
lay down on the soft bed, and felt a heavenly comfort. Finally, I could masturbate with my own hands; I reached my third orgasm of
the night .

After the initial excitement, I handcuffed my hands behind my back again. Exhausted
, I immediately fell asleep. "I'll sleep with the shackles on; I'll remove them tomorrow..."

The prolonged immobility, my legs stretched wide and bound in the cold,
damp the chilling air seeping into my flesh, raising goosebumps and causing a slight tremor
. It felt as if a thousand ants were biting my bones, causing unbearable stinging and aching pain.

The passion for whipping and torture had gradually vanished, leaving only the
unbearable, long night and my lonely figure. At this moment... Suddenly the lights came on, the bright light so intense it forced me to close my
eyes tightly. My master descended the steps into the dungeon.

He stood before me, pinching my chin, forcing my
mouth . I saw him forcefully shove a gag into my mouth, then
fasten the attached leather strap behind my head. Soon, saliva began to trickle from the small hole in the gag, dripping long strands
onto my chest and down my body.

Next, he removed the ropes binding my hands, feet, and braid. The increased blood flow made
my hands and feet throb with an unbearable tingling sensation. Pain shot through me, and I involuntarily knelt on the ground.

Seeing this, Yuanye knelt down and massaged my numb hands and feet, stroking the deep
, uneven marks left by the rope. His breathing quickened, his hot breath hitting my face, making my
body feel incredibly hot, and my cheeks flushed.

I quickly adjusted my position and knelt before him. He stood up, pressing his erect penis,
bulging my lips, close to my mouth. I used both hands to unbuckle his belt, buttons, and zipper, pulling down my pants. His hard,
erect penis sprang out, brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth to receive it, slowly
using my soft... My lips and delicate tongue gently caressed it, making it even harder (the gag had been removed by my master while I was unbuckling his
belt , allowing me to spit it out).

I continued licking until my master's body trembled, and his hard, erect penis ejaculated
thick, cloudy white semen onto my face. The sticky liquid covered my eyes, nostrils, and mouth, flowing down
my cheeks, chin, and onto my soft, firm breasts.

Yuanye smeared the semen on my face and breasts with his hands, saying, "This is the highest quality
skincare product; no other skincare line can compare. You should feel this is your master's pampering!"

"Yes, thank you, master!" I quickly put my hands on the ground and touched my forehead to the ground in gratitude.

Afterward, my master threw me a full-length, low-cut, leather queen's outfit and made me put it on.

After I struggled to put on the queen's outfit, my master zipped it up from behind, making the outfit cling tightly to my
body. She then put on elbow-length lace gloves, stockings, and high-top leather boots.

She handcuffed my hands behind my back with steel handcuffs, put light steel leg shackles
on my feet, gagged me, and fastened a belt behind my head. Next, she clipped two steel clamps onto my already erect
nipples, hanging two lead weights from the small rings below. The sharp pain and the feeling of weight pulling me down made me tremble involuntarily
.

My master then fastened a steel neck brace around my slender neck, hooking an iron chain onto the small rings above,
and pulled me up the steps.

The steel clamps bit into my tender nipples, and the heavy lead weights tugged at my delicate nipples with each step
, causing excruciating pain and breaking out in a cold sweat.

Arriving at my master's warm bedroom, he chained the collar around my neck to the bedpost and made
me kneel beside the bed. Then, he chained the handcuffs and shackles behind my back before
going to bed .

I was dressed in an exquisite queen's outfit made of genuine leather, but my hands were handcuffed, my feet were shackled, and a
gag stuffed in my mouth, saliva dripping slowly from the gag hole, forming long, thin
threads that dripped onto the floor. I knelt on the ground, my nipples clamped with steel clips connected to small chains and lead weights. I dared not move
, for the movement of the lead weights would cause the clips to pull on my tender nipples, sending a piercing pain straight
to my heart.

In this scene, I resembled a queen being tortured.

I couldn't help but think that in the days to come, only two words could describe it:
'pain' and 'pleasure'.

The words "pain" and "pleasure" perfectly describe a masochistic female slave. Throughout the game, I will
suffer severe and cruel sexual abuse. To put it simply, I will have no thoughts, no freedom; all
rights will be controlled by my noble master. I will be nothing more than a lowly sex slave, only able to offer my everything.

From now on, my smooth, white arms; my firm, full breasts; my long, voluptuous thighs; my smooth
, white back; my large, full buttocks; my flat, firm abdomen; my slender, delicate neck; and my
delicate, soft hands and ankles… everywhere will be covered with purplish-blue bruises and whip marks.

Every hole in my body will become the entry and exit point for my master's erect penis, as well as the intrusion of all
kinds of different types, sizes, and materials of realistic penises.

I will cry, scream, and beg, but in the end, I will only convulse. Every time I think about it,
a . If I made a mistake, what awaited me was
torture and sexual abuse that I both dreaded and found both unforgettable and alluring.

Old wounds were reopened with new ones. I tried everything to escape this game, but in the end, I
failed because I couldn't overcome the intense masochistic desire that welled up within me.

(Four Sisters' Emotional Humiliation Game)

After the fright I experienced last time I went for a walk bound up, it fueled even
bolder and more exciting ideas in this girl who loves intense stimulation: going to work bound up.

Early in the morning, I got up, carefully washed and dressed, and while eating breakfast, watched
a VCD tutorial on rope bondage. I imagined how I would bind myself to go to work, but it had to
be tight and secure so my colleagues wouldn't see and embarrass me!

Just thinking about it gave me the stimulating feeling of being tightly bound by rope, and my vagina unconsciously
became wet.

I took several bundles of hemp rope that had been steamed, boiled, and soaked in oil. I found a 10-meter-long
rope, about the thickness of a little finger, and started with a figure-eight bra. I took the rope and wrapped it around my chest and back twice, starting from the armpit and
above my breast. Then, I wrapped it around my chest and back
twice
again, starting below my breast. Next, I crossed the rope on my back, passing under my armpit and shoulder to my neck. Then, I passed the rope through my back and back down to the front, merging the two strands together. I then passed the rope along the cleavage under my breast, then back up along the cleavage to the top of my breast, and finally tightened the ropes above and below
my breast, merging them together at the cleavage to force my breasts to protrude forward. Finally, I crossed the rope again
and wrapped it around my waist twice, tying it tightly in a knot.

So, I used hemp rope to tie my breasts into a rope bra, tightly binding them until
they protruded, my two tender pink nipples hard and erect. My breathing became rapid, my vagina became even
wetter , and nectar slowly flowed down between my thighs.

Then, I spread my legs and squatted down, applying lubricant to a string of six colorful pleasure beads, and slowly
inserted them one by one into my anus, leaving a few centimeters of rope hanging out to prevent them from being difficult to pull
out .

At the same time, I applied lubricant to two metal pleasure balls, each weighing 200 grams, and slowly inserted them into my vagina,
which was flowing with nectar, and forcefully tightened my sphincter muscles to hold them in place.

I then inserted the larger vibrator of a double-vibrating dildo into my vagina and the smaller one
into my anus, forcefully clenching my sphincter muscles to stand up, turned on the power switch, and
after the two vibrators found their proper positions in the two holes, I turned off the power.

At this moment, I felt a throbbing pain in both my orifices, as if I were about to defecate and
had to My vagina was even more painfully swollen (because I was still a virgin at this time, except that
my hymen had been broken during masturbation, and my vagina had never been explored by a man's penis, so I did
n't really know what it felt like).

I took a 5-meter-long, finger-thick hemp rope and did a "double-rope thong" binding; first, I folded it in half
, took the center and aligned it with my navel, wrapped it around my waist once and returned to the front, passed the rope end through the fold and tightened it, then split the rope into two strands and ran it down
my groin and under my crotch (on the outside of the labia majora), with the buttocks cleft passing through the hemp rope wrapped around my waist in the center of my lower back.

Then, take the two strands of hemp rope from the buttocks to the crotch (between the labia majora and minora) and return to the front. Pass them
through the rope wrapped around the waist, then merge them into one strand. Run the rope down the groin to the crotch (at this point
, pass the rope through the slit in the center of the labia minora). Pass the rope wrapped around the waist in the figure-eight bra at the buttocks and
tie it tightly.

Then, separate the two strands of rope, pass them through the left and right groins, and return them to the rope
at the waist, tightening them so that the ropes in the left and right groins are also tightly side by side. Finally, there
are ropes tightly tied on the inner, outer, and middle seams of the labia majora and minora.

After tying them up, I tried walking a few steps in the room and found it very stimulating, especially the two heavy
metal pleasure balls constantly stirring inside the vagina, hitting the pleasure beads and vibrating egg in the anus through the rectal mucosa. Ah!

The vibrating egg is not turned on yet! If I opened it, I wondered if I could withstand such a stimulating sensation.
My juices had already flowed down my thighs and onto the floor. I picked up a towel to wipe myself clean, then continued to prepare myself.

I put a leather bandage on each of my knees, fastened a 3-inch chain to the
small steel rings on the bandages, and then used four very elastic steel clips to clip onto my labia majora and labia minora respectively.
After connecting the four steel clips with two thin chains, I squatted down slightly and
locked the middle of the chains to the middle of the chains on my knees with small padlocks. Then, I stood up straight. The thin chains pulled tightly on the steel clips,
tautly pulling down my two engorged labia majora and labia minora. My heart pounded wildly again.

Next, I placed an exquisite leather neck brace around my slender neck,
clipped nipple clamps onto my two erect nipples, and threaded small iron chains through the small steel rings on the neck brace, hooking the ends onto the small steel rings on
the nipple clamps. Now, with the slightest movement of my neck, the chains would pull on
the nipple clamps, causing one or both nipples to be pulled with a sharp, piercing pain that seemed to pierce my heart, making me gasp
.

I went to the full-length mirror again and saw a naked, wanton girl reflected in it,
bound and restrained by ropes and chains, her lewd appearance unbearable. My breathing quickened, and my cheeks flushed. I truly
understood this method of binding; even the slightest movement would
pull on my nipples and labia majora and minora, causing unbearable sharp pain. Any further movement felt
like torture, yet this was precisely the feeling I loved.

I slowly and carefully put on my mid-length stockings, a snow-white shirt, and a navy blue business suit. Closer to my skin
were a hemp rope bra and a thong. The collar of the shirt was a little tight, probably because of the leather
neck brace I was wearing. Then I tied a black bow tie with white polka dots.

Completed, I picked up my bag and put in two pairs of stainless steel handcuffs, thumb cuffs, and leg irons, preparing
for self-bondage during my lunch break. I glanced at the time—ah! Time flies, I'm going to be late!
I hurriedly locked the door.

As I walked towards the front door, I turned on the power switch for the double vibrating balls. Instantly, the double vibrating balls vibrated violently in my two orifices
, stirring the pleasure balls and colored beads inside, causing my body to tremble violently, and the muscles in my thighs
to quiver incessantly.

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