Women fear choosing the wrong career

I'm a girl who loves excitement, especially in sex; ordinary sex doesn't easily satisfy me. I have a secret experience that I still vividly remember, which makes my libido surge uncontrollably.
It was an autumn day with falling leaves. I had just entered university, and everything was so new and exciting. Through a friend's introduction, I joined a club at a certain school, simply for the thrill and novelty.
On the first day, we entered a teaching building, a four-story apartment building that wasn't new. The lighting wasn't very good. The teacher behind us led us inside. I put down my backpack, and the leader told us that this would be our activity area. He collected everyone's backpacks and told us to rest for a while.
Then, I heard the door close and lock behind me. Our group of twelve girls sat in a row on the floor, looking at the dimly lit hall. The hall on the first floor was about forty square meters in size, with many large locked cabinets along the walls. The lighting was very poor; the windows were all covered by curtains, and the only light we could see was from the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.
There were twelve girls, including myself, all very young, with pretty faces, stunning figures, long hair, and dressed in flamboyant clothes. I couldn't help but stand tall and proud in this atmosphere of beauty contest.
A female teacher came in, tall and slender, with a first-class figure. She picked up a roster and began distributing things to us. Each girl received a backpack, and what we opened shocked us.
Seven burly men came down from upstairs, carrying what terrified us: sharp knives and whips. They approached us with sinister smiles. A check of the backpacks revealed a provocatively short black leather jacket, two ropes, a chastity belt, black high-top leather shoes, a black leather collar, handcuffs and leg irons, a gag ball (the kind with holes), a vibrating dildo, two vibrating eggs, some tape, and so on.
The men ordered us: "Take off all your clothes and accessories! If you disobey, we'll beat you!" After a struggle and the crack of the whip, our clothes were piled up and taken away, leaving us naked, huddled together in shame. Then, we were called away one by one to "equip" ourselves.
The fierce man picked up my backpack, emptied out all the accessories, and gave me a knowing laugh. First, he took a hemp rope, tied two large knots, and stretched it between my legs, rubbing the knots against my genitals. Then, he tied two more knots, pressing them tightly against my clitoris and labia, and bound it tightly around my waist in a T-shape. I immediately knelt down helplessly. He extended another hemp rope around my cleavage and breasts, binding my chest tightly in a figure-eight shape. My breasts were tightly bound by the rope, squeezing out their beautiful flesh, the skin glistening, which filled me with shame. Trembling, I was forced to put on the black leather jacket, which tightly bound my waist. The thin ropes on my sides were crisscrossed and tightly bound. Then, the chastity belt was pressed against the rope and the leather jacket, and I was forced to put it on. My inner thighs hurt terribly, and I cried out. I heard a click as the lock was fastened.
Another man came and put leather boots and a collar on me, handcuffed my ankles, pulled my hands back forcefully, and handcuffed them. He then shoved the ball into my mouth and tied the strap tightly behind my head. Saliva immediately flowed incessantly from the hole in the ball. Next, a vibrating egg was taped to my areolas, and the electrified egg vibrated my sensitive nipples wildly. Another large hand opened the small hole under the chastity belt and inserted the vibrating penis amidst my screams. Finally, the small hole of the chastity belt was closed, and another lock was placed on it.
I was in so much pain I couldn't stretch my limbs. The restraints on my sensitive areas aroused me. The knots in the rope, pressed tightly by the chastity belt and the vibrating penis, directly stimulated my clitoris. The vibrations on my nipples made me feel weak all over, unable to control myself. An unprecedented excitement was stimulating all my desires. I lay in a corner of the room, receiving stimulation and waiting for the other girls to be equipped.
In the afternoon, we were taken to different rooms one by one. We were still equipped, except that the batteries of the vibrating penises that had been vibrating wildly were now weak, leaving only a slight vibration and body heat.
In front of me was the "bed" that the female teacher had mentioned, the bed I would have to sleep on for the next few days. It was a long piece of wood, carved into a triangular prism, raised to chest height, with the pointed end facing up. There was a wooden frame in front, resembling a horse's head.
The teacher said: "Now let your breasts get used to this bed... ride the wooden horse!" I was lifted up by two men, my shackles were removed, and then they were used to put me on the wooden horse, and my shackles were re-applied to the horse's belly. The handcuffs were unlocked, then re-handcuffed after I hugged the horse's head. My entire weight pressed against the pointed back of the horse, and pain immediately followed.
The worst pain was in my genitals; the knot of the rope was deeply pressed into my clitoris, my penis almost touching my cervix. The honey-like fluid flowed down the sloping back of the horse, and my throat was parched, unable to swallow saliva. Saliva simply dripped continuously from the ball plug in my mouth.
The restriction on my movements, coupled with the excruciating pain and intense stimulation with every movement, kept me excited despite the agony. My mind was gradually becoming clouded, and my body was enveloped in sweat and exhaustion, which also dripped onto the wooden horse.
I don't know how I endured the two hours, but I was taken off the wooden horse, still wearing all the accessories. The teacher told us that these accessories would always be on us, except for some special activities, and the wooden horse was our daily "bed."
Then, the twelve of us were led down to the hall, each of us disheveled and collapsed on the ground, huddled together.
Some of the weaker ones even lost consciousness.
The next lesson involved seeing numerous ropes, bandages, wires, chains, and specially made leather clothing. Two classmates and I were led up, and after our handcuffs and shackles were removed, we were chained together. The three of us knelt together, our breasts still tightly bound, sucking on balls, completely immobile.
Behind us, a female teacher dressed in a queen's outfit picked up a leather whip and lashed it against our exposed buttocks. Each wave of pain, coupled with the twisting and turning of the chains beside us, brought a surge of inexplicable excitement.
The twelve of us were divided into four groups, enduring the torture of whips and ropes. The chains and ropes binding our bodies, the stinging and burning pain in our buttocks, the stimulation from the vibrators and the knotted ropes, the cries and groans around us—the air was thick with the ecstatic scent of masochism, leading us towards a perverse abyss.
That night was a miserable one. The autumn chill made me, completely naked, shiver uncontrollably. The trembling further aggravated the ropes binding my body. The lewd hemp ropes, tightly bound around my breasts and genitals for a day, were deeply embedded in my skin; even the slightest movement sent shivers of pain through me. My hands, numb and painfully trembling behind my back, were aching terribly. The collar around my neck and the ball in my mouth made it difficult to breathe, forcing me to gasp for air. Conversely, the swaying of my chest with each breath brought tears to my eyes.
The chastity belt's lock mercilessly blocked my penis, leaving it deeply inserted into my vagina. When my vagina contracted, a sensation of both pleasure and pain washed over me. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer; urine overflowed from the knots in the hemp ropes, flowing down the edge of the chastity belt along my thighs. The hot, itchy sensation, combined with the hemp rope soaking into the liquid, intensified the painful yet frenzied stimulation of my clitoris, causing me to unconsciously release my juices.
The wounds on my buttocks, touching the cold floor and the urine, sent waves of stinging pain through me, yet I couldn't control my lust, reaching another climax.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a different room, the walls covered with ropes and belts.
The handcuffs and shackles were gone, and the ball I hated had been removed from my aching mouth. The leather jacket around my waist had also been taken off.
The most painful and unbearable chastity belt was finally removed, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The vibrating egg on my breasts was also removed, and the pain of tearing the tape was followed by a wave of pleasure. Then, I noticed a hand trying to remove a penis from my vagina. With each thrust, I nervously awaited its removal, but the hand hesitated, sometimes going in and sometimes out, disrupting my consciousness and intensifying the pleasure. I even started shaking my hips, a desire to prevent it from being removed welling up inside me.
Another orgasm followed, and I closed my eyes weakly, hearing the man changing the battery in his penis. My leather boots were also taken off, leaving me only with the two devilish ropes and the collar that shamed me. Taking advantage
of the rare opportunity, I immediately stretched out my limbs and lay on the cold floor, helplessly watching the two men and the female teacher preparing in the room. Suddenly the teacher smiled at me and said: Now it's time for the bondage lesson. Look at the pictures on the wall, which one should we start with?
I looked at the wall, and four pictures came into view. I was too afraid to answer. The girls in the pictures were all tightly bound, their faces showing extreme pain.
I immediately shouted, "No!" and stood up, trying to escape. Two men lashed my back with their belts and caught up with me. How could my limbs, which hadn't moved all day, escape two grown men? I was immediately dragged between two iron bars, forced to kneel in the middle, my hands spread wide and tightly bound to the bars. The rope first wrapped around my wrists three times and secured them to the highest ring on the bars. Then, my forearms and upper arms were tightly wrapped with hemp rope and secured to the bars. My legs were spread apart in a kneeling position, and the rope wrapped around my knees three times and secured them to the base of the bars. My feet were bound with thin white rope, which clamped onto my nipples. The pain was excruciating, causing me to twist my upper body with all my might, instantly plunging me into endless agony. I opened my eyes and saw two metal clamps being pulled forward by thin white ropes, causing excruciating pain to my breasts. The tearing sensation in my nipples terrified me. Finally, the clamps were secured to the metal rings in front of me. I struggled to maintain my balance, supporting my entire weight only on my knees. Any slight movement triggered the agonizing tearing or pulling sensations that shattered my senses.
Finally, a white rope was wrapped around my mouth and pulled tightly back, making my lips feel like they were about to rip. Then another parallel rope was pulled back to secure it. Now, the only things I could freely open and close were my eyes. My fingers and toes were numb. I only heard the teacher say, "Nai, rest here for now. We need to go to another room for class!" The
moment the door closed, I felt like I had fallen into hell. I blinked, staring at the four pictures on the wall, struggling to maintain my balance, accompanied only by groans and cries of unbearable pain escaping my throat.
After a drowsy, exhausting sleep, I was shaken awake. The ropes binding me had been untied, leaving only two wrapped around my breasts and genitals. A man was tidying the ropes, while the teacher watched me, caressing my sensitive areas. I disgustedly shook off her hand, and my limbs, initially numb, gradually regained color, accompanied by unbearable numbness and pain as the blood circulated.
I dared not move, waiting for the pain to subside, but the hateful teacher forcefully struck my numb areas, making me both miserable and unable to move.
After resting for a while, I was led to a wooden bed and made to lie face down.
As I closed my eyes in exhaustion, two men suddenly pulled my hands and feet behind my back, and the devilish ropes once again entangled my skin. My hands were bound behind my back, and my feet were tightly bound together. Then, the ends of the ropes were tied, contorting my body into a flattened oval shape. A sudden cramp in my left leg made me scream, and tears immediately soaked the wooden bed.
The two hemp ropes binding me, resembling a uniform, were loosened, but I still felt extreme sadness and an uncontrollable masochistic urge. The teacher picked up a white rope and carefully began to wrap it around my upper body, twice around my breasts, crossing it behind my back before wrapping it around my waist, crossing it in front of my lower abdomen and tying a knot, passing over my buttocks and then pulling it from behind my legs towards my genitals, tying a knot and pressing it against my clitoris, then pulling it upwards and tying the end of the rope together with the knot on my lower abdomen.
Then she picked up another white rope, splitting it in half from behind my neck and pulling it towards my cleavage, merging the two ropes that were originally above and below my breasts in the cleavage, tightening it to make my breasts stand out prominently. Next, it was pulled down further, the two separate ropes hooking onto the old rope at my waist, pulling upwards and backwards like weaving a net. Then it hooked onto the rope winding around my breasts, tied a knot behind my upper body, and pulled straight towards my anus, tying another knot there, pressing deeply before extending towards my genitals, tightly pressing the knot on my clitoris. The end of the rope was secured to the old white rope beside my waist. With every twist, the white ropes on my body moved like a net, digging deeper into my tender skin, sending waves of cramping pain through my cerebral cortex.
Even shaking my head caused the rope around my neck to pull downwards, making the knot in my cleavage prick my chest, then pulling it up towards my waist, causing the knot on my clitoris to rub against my clitoris, sending waves of electric shocks and a weak, tingling pleasure through me.
I thought it was enough, but my lower abdomen, protruding forward and pulled by the ropes, was painfully strained. I lay on my side on the wooden bed, watching as the cruel teacher behind me brought out a machine. Two pairs of probes were pulled out of the machine, sparking when touched. The teacher distributed the probes to two men, who simultaneously and indiscriminately struck both of my nipples. Powerful electric currents flowed through my nipples, turning my areolas red from the shocks, and my nipples became increasingly engorged and swollen. The two men intensified their electric shocks, accompanied by lewd laughter. Under this unprecedented electric stimulation, I experienced intense pain mixed with intense pleasure. My hips began to sway against my will, trying to tighten the rope around my anus and clitoris, rubbing and stimulating them further. My moans, combined with the restraint and stimulation of the rope, once again cast aside my shame, welcoming wave after wave of unbearable orgasms.
I had thought the white ropes binding me would be removed after my climax, but things didn't go as planned. The two men I hated simply sat up beside me, ignoring me completely, leaving me still bound to the wooden bed,
my body arched backwards. The female teacher then changed into another leather outfit, revealing her large breasts and plump thighs. She placed a box beside me, giving me a disgusted smile.
I watched as the teacher took out a whip from the box, while the two men took out all the candles in the box, lit them, and placed them around me. Without a word, the teacher began whipping me. I couldn't help but scream, yet I was filled with excitement. Suddenly, my buttocks felt a burning sensation, and wax dripped down like raindrops, lewdly gnawing at my skin. I struggled to twist my buttocks, unable to bear the heat. Another man picked up two candles and poured all the accumulated wax dripping onto my breasts, covering my nipples. The burning sensation made me scream, struggle, and tremble, but the excitement only intensified, the pleasure assaulting me to the point of fear.
Suddenly, a jolt ran through me. My most tender, sensitive flower bud was directly irrigated by wax, and I began to spasm. That indistinguishable sensation of pain and pleasure made me so tense I could hardly breathe. Wax tears streamed down my body, scalding my way down and accumulating on the wooden bed. The white ropes, stained with the red wax, looked utterly lewd.
I began to love this stimulating, pleasurable orgasm, and I began to let myself descend into the abyss of perversion.
The near-midnight chill seeped into my skin. After a day of training and an unprecedented orgasm, all that remained was extreme exhaustion.
I put on all my original accessories, donned the chastity belt and the vibrating dildo. The dildo, now with new batteries, was particularly ruthless, forcefully injecting pleasure into my clitoris. Holding the head of the rocking horse, I rode it, my hands and feet shackled and unable to move freely. My back itched terribly, but I could only endure it. I couldn't bear the pain emanating from my genitals. My entire weight was pressed against my genitals, then pressed tightly against the pointed back of the horse. No matter what position I tried, it was just pain, just stimulation, just pleasure—but the pleasure was no longer pleasure.
Exhausted, I finally fell into a restless sleep, waking up countless times in pain throughout the night, my eyes swollen from crying.
[The End]

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