Of course I like SM, but I still have a preference.
For example, I don’t like games like spanking with leather beats, and I think that feeling is very childish.
I think a person's personality, taste and preferences are related to his past. For example, I don't like being spanked may be because my parents told me when I was a child that as an independent person, you must have your own dignity.
Sometimes I feel very conflicted. Isn’t it my hope to be bound and deprived of all dignity?
I don't know, after all, I'm not a psychology and behavioral science major.
As a woman, I found myself at a young age that I always wanted to be abused (but don't think I agree with the view that women are born to be abused).
Whenever a woman who is being interrogated or in danger appears on TV, I will have a lot of thoughts, although the plot result always disappoints me.
Maybe because I don’t like the transition to cruel physical harm (for pain), I don’t like many tortured shots.
What I like is the control of desires. The feeling of constantly accumulating but not bursting out makes me most excited, and I pursue more beautiful things. I think I should say that, random bondage or hasty sex makes me unbearable.
By the way, I am a professional in science and engineering. Maybe everyone will be curious about how girls can learn related majors in control, circuits, motors and network technology. The answer is of course because I discovered my preferences earlier. This knowledge is what I need to fulfill my dreams: fine preparation and strict control can achieve the highest enjoyment.
I work in a foreign-funded enterprise. The specific content is to introduce advanced equipment based on the company's work in China, or to independently design and manufacture embedded and independently operated systems.In the eyes of others, I am a cold beauty who only knows how to work, but in fact I have not met someone who has moved me.Professionals are often unworldly, although there are many talented men with profound thoughts and knowledge; while very handsome handsome men with a very personality are pleasing to the eye and ears, few can truly exchange ideas with me.My purpose is to wait for the beauty instead of hasty because there is no suitable thing, but waiting for the beauty (many friends say I am very masculine, it seems right, haha, few women call men a beauty, :) And I didn't say I am just a straight person Ah).
This story is the story of me meeting my lover.
My work is rewarded, and I often take on some private jobs outside (don’t think wrongly, it’s actually some design jobs such as design and manufacturing electronic systems or intelligent systems), so I have no worries about life.
My home is in a private villa area in the suburbs. Although it is inevitable that a woman lives alone in a three-story villa-style building, I don’t care what others think. All my achievements are achieved by myself.
But it's Friday 23:00, and I'm still in the downtown company. After all, the event tonight will start from here.
I took my bag into the bathroom. The bag was big, and it was full of tonight's equipment. I chose red equipment all of them. I imagined the fire-breathing girl who was dressed up. This idea made me laugh.
After entering the separate bathroom, I closed the door and stood in front of the toilet, took off my long windbreaker, and then I took off my suit and underwear and put it in my bag, so that I had no other clothes on my body except garters, stockings and high heels (all in red).
I first took out a leather collar and put it on my neck and tied it tightly.
The feeling of stroking the skin with your hands is arousing the heartbeat.
I took out another leather game bra and brought it with me.
Because this bra is one size smaller than mine, it can better play its effect. First of all, the breasts will be supported, and the triangular bra tripod strap will squeeze the breasts from the root, making the breasts more prominent. Of course, it is inevitable that the nipples will be congested and erect.
I took out the enema in the bag and squeezed it all into my anus. I immediately felt like I was defecating, but in order to make it fully effective, I still insisted on holding it back.
Suddenly, I had a strong desire to see what I looked like.
But there was no mirror in the independent bathroom. I forced myself to do it and thought that there was almost certainly no one left in the company building now, so I took my bag and opened the door of the single room.
In front of me was the sink. I saw myself in the mirror, with my blushing cheeks and my sexy open lips as I gasped.
With my current dress, I would never dare to walk in the bathroom like this in normal times.
But tonight my desires were so high that I could hardly control myself.
I walked out of the room, and my high heels made a crisp sound of cards and cards on the dark green marble floor.
I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling like a slut, exuding a sexual aura.
The sexy steps of twisting my hips made the enema in my body even more rampant, and I couldn't help but make an Ah sound.
A lewd woman should be punished!I think.
I saw me in the mirror laughing proudly and lewdly.
I decided to play some exciting games further, and I climbed up the stone platform of the sink, knelt on it, trying to spread my legs so that I could see my lower body under the strong light.
I felt like Shwgirl doing obscene performances, so I dripped my hair behind my head and dripped it off. I chose the big wave hairstyle that was very suitable for my current image, and I smiled proudly again.
Under the strong desire to defecate, I took out the nipple clip. Tonight I prepared for myself the kind of chain connected with a bolt. The biggest feature of this torture instrument is that you will enjoy it at the beginning, but once you wear it for a while, you will regret that you twist it too tightly.
I zipped my nipples but didn't tighten them (I don't want to let this action go halfway because it was too painful).
I could no longer help but feel strong indulgence. As I moaned, I retreated to the single bathroom to discharge the dirt from my body. I looked at myself clearly during the entire excretion process, and I did not close the door of the single room.
Of course, this cleaning has not been completed yet, so I took out a syringe-type glass enema with a volume of 500cc.
I filled almost 100 ml of hand sanitizer by the sink. I poured the rest into tap water, shook it well and injected it into my anus.
Usually I use 1000 or 1500 ml of enema for myself, but this time I decided to use 2000cc.
After the third tube, I felt I couldn't bear it, but I still tried hard to inject the mixture of hand sanitizer and water into my anus.
Seeing that the bottle of hand sanitizer was almost used up by me, I played out my tongue mischievously. No one would think of what part of the human body this bottle of hand sanitizer was washing.
After three enemas (I used water for the last two times), all I discharged was clean water.
The next step was torture and restraint on the lower body. I took out something wrapped in a sealed plastic bag from the bag, which contained alcohol for disinfection.
This thing is about 5cm long, like a small short stick. It is not a standard cylindrical shape, sometimes thick and sometimes thin. There is a small ball at one end and a small ring at the other end, which is a urethral plug.
In fact, it is very troublesome torture the urethra, because the urinary tract system is easily infected and cannot use ordinary lubricants. Therefore, the material of the urethra plug is very smooth medical plastic, and it must be sterilized before use, and the wearing time cannot exceed 10 hours.
I pressed the ball against the urethra and slowly inserted it hard. Although the ball was very small, it was still relatively large for the urethra. The irregular ups and downs made my urethra feel painful.
The small ring was designed for easy removal and stayed outside the body.
I remembered that I had just drunk a few glasses of water, which would undoubtedly aggravate my punishment tonight.
I took out a soft rubber dildo from my bag and started serving it with my mouth, imagining it was my lover's thing.
Although I am very masculine, I am a woman after all, and I always fantasize about games between myself and my lover, all kinds of games (:)).
So I also use my dildo to practice deep throat, which is easy for me now.
I can bury this dildo nearly 20cm effortlessly in my mouth. In fact, I also like the texture of the surface of the dildo and the touch of the friction of the throat. After pulling it out, it was covered with my saliva and the sticky and slippery secretions in my throat. However, I saw that my lipstick in the mirror was a little messy.
I held the glans of the dildo in my mouth and took out another vibrator. To be precise, it was a string of vibrators, with a total of 5. The first one felt the largest like a smaller egg, and the other four were smaller, the size of a date.
These vibrators are connected together with very strong wires, and the tail part is a power plug, and the battery case will extend outside the body in the future.
I first stepped on my left foot on the edge of the sink to expose my lower body, and then put the larger vibrator into my vagina. This was too easy, and it had already become flooded there.
I picked up the dildo with my left hand and pressed the first vibrator from below to send it deep into the vagina. In order to make the whole process easier, I leaned my body to the right and held the sink with my right hand.
Whenever a vibrator and a dildo squeeze into the vagina together, I would let out a moan. If my vagina had not been fully lubricated, the process would not have been so smooth.
At the deepest point, the first vibrator pressed against the mouth of my uterus. I pressed against the vibrator hard and began to rotate the fake JJ from outside. Oh, this feeling of grinding the heart of the flower really drove me crazy.
I increased the pressure bit by bit, and the vibrator slowly squeezed open the mouth of my uterus and entered the uterus.
I really don’t know which one attracted my attention more, whether it was my intoxicated expression during this process, or the liquid that pulled my lower body into thin lines and flowed downwards.
Because of the contraction of the uterine muscles, the vibrator was tightly wrapped by the uterus. Now, only the last vibrator is still outside my body.
I slowly pulled out the fake JJ and took it to the front of me to see the lustful reflection. I really want to use this fake JJ to play deep throat now, but I still have to wait.
I smiled wickedly and pushed the glans of the dildo against the anus and began to insert it hard. Because the dildo was covered with slippery vaginal fluid secreted by myself, so soon, the end of the dildo was stuck on the anus.
In addition to being softer, this dildo has a short horizontal rubber stick at the base to prevent the intestinal peristalsis and inhalation it into the body, which makes my anus in an expanded state throughout the process.
I sometimes insert and sometimes pull it out, as if I was having anal sex with someone else. I don’t particularly like anal sex because the pleasure it causes is far less direct and intense than the ones that the genitals bring.
But doing this can make me feel more about my inferiority and lewdness, and it is a good fun activity.
Finally, I pulled out my dildo. I like to have deep throat at this time the most because this fake JJ is already full of secretions from my mouth, throat, vagina, uterus, and intestines. Although I have been cleaned, the deep throat still gives me a very dirty feeling.
As the dildo entered, I kept saying to myself: You are a lowly, dirty, lewd woman!Dirty Girl, Bitch!When the dildo was completely penetrated into my mouth and penetrated deeply into my throat, a small climax made me cramp all over my body. My back was straight and my eyes were turned white.
It was not until a minute later that I regained consciousness. I spit out my dildo, took a deep breath, and happily found that I was still having a high sexual desire.
If I lose interest in playing now, then this evening will be a failure.
I inserted my dildo back into my anus, clamped it with my sphincter, and took out the leather K-band from the bag.This chastity K belt is quite thin, and even if the touch of sensitive parts is not affected much after it is put on.
Another reason I like this chastity K belt is the special design in front of it.
There is a small bag in front of the belt of Zhen K. I picked up the power cord of the vibrator, penetrated it out through the hole at the bottom of the small bag, and sealed it, so that the last vibrator was fixed on the belt of Zhen K.
I put on the chastity belt, pay attention to let the chastity belt fix the dildo inside the anus, tighten it to the limit, and lock the chastity belt outside the body.
This way I can't open it without a key, and this chastity K has a wire piping, so even if I have a knife, I can't destroy it.
The special design made my legs clamp involuntarily, and the vibrator fixed in the small bag pressed against my clitoris.
I picked up the power connector of the vibrator and found that it was hanging under my body, and it was covered with my vaginal fluid.
I resisted the idea of putting it in my mouth and wiped it dry with toilet paper. This is my professional habit: if there is a problem with the system, immediately confirm whether the power supply is working and whether the power cable is damaged.
Now I'm waiting to insert it into the battery box, but the startup of this vibrator is not under my control. Its startup signal is... I won't talk about it for now:).
I stood in front of the mirror and turned around. Now, you can never find that strong woman from the front or behind.
The congested and swollen breasts, the erect nipples with clips, and the Zhen K belt looks like a thong behind me, which exposes my buttocks. The sexy garters, stockings and high heels, the most attractive ones are the slender neck with a collar, the blurred eyes and blushing cheeks due to the rippling spring affection.
Oh no, why did I forget my lipstick?
I put some makeup in front of the mirror, and now I can say it is perfect. My lips are kissed with bright red, just like my snow-white skin is bound by bright red.
I admired it again and was sure that nothing was missing.
Okay, this is what I dressed up tonight. I put on a long windbreaker to cover up my naked body. Of course, I also stood up my collar. If someone saw me carrying a collar, I would lose control.
When I left the toilet, I looked at the ground. Will anyone know that the pool of water stains were the vaginal fluid of a beautiful woman?
I walked in the empty corridor, and the echoes of my high heels made me a little scared, but I knew in my heart that no one would stay at this time. Even if I were there, I would be confident that I could control myself and not reveal my flaws. I am a professional in this area.
When I walked into the elevator, I knew that the anti-theft camera was monitoring the elevator. Although the camera lens was hidden very well, because this was a system designed by my department, I knew it clearly.
Suddenly, a prank urge emerged in my heart. I opened the bag in my hand and took out a bottle. After unscrewing it, I poured two pills into my hand, opened my mouth and took it.
All of this was recorded by the central control room. Everyone would think this is a vitamin tablet, but in fact it is an aphrodisiac!
It will make me seek sex wildly.
I also want to do a striptease on the camera. Although it is easy to delete the camera record, I will be in trouble if someone suddenly enters the elevator.
I resisted the impulse and took the elevator all the way to the parking lot and drove my car.Many people asked me to change the car, saying that if I reach my position, I should change to a more luxurious car with a large displacement.But I still prefer small-displacement cars. The first is that I don’t care much about the car and I’m too lazy to change it. The second is that I have always saved energy (although my battery usage is very scary:)).
When leaving the parking lot, the guard greeted me and said: Miss Tao, it’s so hard to work so late every Friday!
It's nothing, but it's not getting used to it on Saturday and Sunday.All I tell is the truth. I go home so late every Friday to enjoy happiness. My life does make me feel uncomfortable on Saturdays and Sundays. I always feel more tired than work, but the corresponding happiness is... Whenever I focus on something, I become rational and calm.
This is also the reason why I take the mèi medicine. If I don’t take it, I will lose interest in continuing when I drive back to my doorstep.
The medicine works well. I can feel the seat under me soaked by my secretions along the way. I use one hand to knead my breasts from time to time during the driving period, gently pull the breasts, or press the vibrator on my clitoris.
But I never reached orgasm, but I doubt that if it weren't for the low traffic at night, I might have had an accident. The accumulated pleasure made my whole body sore and hard to concentrate, and controlling this car also made me feel struggling.
After almost an hour's drive, I finally got home. I drove into the driveway and prepared to drive into the garage. I already felt like I was peeing.
Suddenly I thought, this time I would be getting my gear in the yard, not in the garage.
This idea was so bold that I was shocked myself, because even at midnight, there might be someone jogging on the road or a lover dating Ah in the dark.
These are all the effects of meèi medicine. I shouldn't take two tablets. In the elevator, if the medicine is effective, I will definitely not be able to control myself and dance striptease.
And now I decided to ignore anything when I couldn't control my bursting desire.
While getting off the car, I threw the windbreaker into the back seat of the car.
I stood in the yard, looking around with a little timid and expectant look.
There are too many corners that cannot be seen clearly, and I don’t know where there might be someone, but this feeling of being seen as rape made me even more excited. In the early autumn wind, my body was burned by desire.
Now it is worthy of its reputation. Since I have decided, I must move faster.
I took out the screwdriver and tightly fixed the nipple clamp. Now the pressure of the clamp makes my sensitive nipple stand up completely excited, but I know that in five minutes, this abuse will become cruel and make me regret doing this. But now, the stimulation is obviously not enough. I took out a heavy object, about 500 grams, and hung it in the middle of the chain connecting the nipple clamp (this thing is very important, without it, I can't enter the door).
Then, I took out the leather handcuffs, put them on my left wrist, and locked them.
I put the outlet on the plug again. This is a very tightly wrapped style. After I put it on, my face looks like a masked man in a costume film, and even my chin is tightly wrapped. The difference is that there are many small holes on the masked leather in the mouth. The plug ball with holes inside will make my saliva flow out from those small holes.
I took it on my head and tied it tightly behind my head.
Then I took out two special belt locks and locked my feet and heels together so that I couldn't kick off the heels anyway.
I locked the two locks with iron chains, and the length of this chain is 10cm.
As I locked my saliva started to flow out, and I was so excited as I watched a waterline drip to the ground.
I will never forget the battery case of the vibrator, which is the main source of my sexual stimulation tonight.
I tightly tied a belt around my waist. The belt is very wide, so the battery box is on the belt. On the left side of my body, I plugged in the power supply, and the vibrator has not started working.
The masked mouth has a matching eye mask, which needs to be fastened behind the head. Now I have no visual help, which will greatly increase my sense of helplessness.
The upper part of the mouth plug connecting the mouth is first two belts, and finally merged into one. I pulled this one back to the back of my head, and my nose could just pop out from the two belts. I locked the lock on the bottom of the skull behind my head. Now, let alone shouting, I have to make great efforts even if I want to moan. It is impossible for my mouth to open or close.
Finally, I was the complete bondage. I put my hands behind my back, cuffed my right hand with my left hand and locked it.
Now I have been deprived of my freedom. The tight head restraints, handcuffs, chastity belts, and shackles all require keys to open, and the nipple clamps must be opened with a screwdriver. I can't unscrew them with my hands at all.
I can imagine what I am now, my whole body is wrapped in red restraints, my eyes are tightly sealed, my mouth is stuffed, my saliva is constantly flowing out, my breasts are squeezed and raised by the game bra, my nipples are clamped and pulled and abused, my hands and feet are handcuffed and the three holes in my lower body are blocked, I can't urinate, my uterus and vagina are put into my vibrator, and there is also a dildo that can't move forward and backward in my anus.
I closed the car door with my body and walked towards the door with my feet. Of course, I could only walk in small steps.
Vision is the first feeling of human beings. My deprivation of vision will not only make my movements extremely inconvenient, but also feels outside of vision will become very sharp.
The restraints on my whole body were not very strict, but the sensitive parts were ravaged by small props. The worst thing was that I really wanted to urinate, which made me feel goosebumps all over my body.
But I can't back down because if I don't act according to the plan I set, I will be locked forever.
It is not very difficult to move to the door by memory and feeling (the place where I parked is the closest point to the door), and finally I decided that the direction of the door was to rely on the heavy object hanging on my chest. In fact, it was a low-power signal transmitter with an effective range of only two meters. If I were two meters away from the door, the signal emitted by this thing would be accepted by the equipment installed on the door and the door lock would be automatically opened.
So when I heard the sound of the jam, I turned to the direction where the sound came from without hesitation.
Just be careful of the low stone steps in front of the gate and don’t trip me up (I will find that it’s easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain at this time).
I went up the stone steps and continued to move forward, feeling my breasts touching the door. My magnified touch made the slight touch feel like hard rubbing, and the pleasure came one after another, but when I tried to rub it with my hands, the handcuffs stopped me coldly.
I turned around and used my hand handcuffed behind me to fumble the door handle. I found it, I twisted it, the door opened, I stepped back and opened the door without forgetting to raise my high heels to avoid the threshold.
I planned to close the door until I could come in. Unexpectedly, the vibrator in my body started working. First, the vibrator in my uterus vibrator vibrated for a second, and then downwards in turn, each vibrator vibrator vibrated for a second.
The opening signal of this vibrator is only effective at my home. Starting from entering the house, as I plan to act, the vibrator will stimulate me in different ways according to the conditions.
This is a welcome ceremony to enter the door, letting me know that all vibrators work properly, but for me now, it is tantamount to a declaration: you are controlled and may be played with at will.
This idea made the originally short stimulation unbearable. Although the vibrations on the uterus, vagina and clitoris were only one second, the effect was very severe.
I was so excited that I suddenly bent down, causing the heavy object pulled by the nipple clamp to tremble violently. The door behind me was arched and completely opened.
I lingered on the edge of orgasm, but the stimulation stopped and I couldn't reach it.
I stood up and gasped rapidly. I could feel the large amount of secreted saliva being blown out and sucked in by the gasping airflow. A lot of sticky saliva flowed down and dripped onto my chest.
I had to close the door, but I still stepped back to look for the door handle. After finding it, I closed the door and walked into the depths of the room. I heard the sound of the door behind me being locked and knew that I had left the door more than two meters away.
My goal is the basement, which is right at the other end of the corridor, under the floor sling near the back door. Of course, I had already opened the sling, and I knew I didn't have to be afraid that I would fall and hurt.
Because if I approach that valve, I will get the signal.
The signal came, and the three vibrators in the vagina began to vibrate. Although I knew this would happen, I couldn't help but moan and make a whimpering sound.
I now have to use my feet to find the entrance to the bin. For me who cannot see, that bin is simply the bottomless abyss of hell. Even if I stand in the right position and take the right steps, I will still feel like I fall because I don’t know if I can step on the ladder.
Now I am standing at the entrance of the abyss. If I only walk forward, I will be bound and have no freedom; if I step on the air, I will fall down twelve steps in a restrained state, and I will almost certainly be injured.
According to my plan, I must safely go through these twelve steps to the basement. Why play such a dangerous game?
I was anxious and angry at myself, and tears came out, but everything was in vain and no one would come to help me.
At this time, a voice said in my mind: Isn’t this exactly what you want?Don't you want to go into hell and suffer much?I don't know, but I have no choice now.
I stood sideways on the edge of the stairs (which I judged based on my memory and feelings), raised my foot, and wanted to walk down the stairs step by step. I told myself: My judgment is not wrong. I have lived in this room for several years, and I will definitely not wrong.In fear, I lowered my raised foot. If I had vision, I would stand up easily, but without vision, I felt that my feet had not fallen on the steps for a long time. I suddenly became scared and my body involuntarily fell to the abyss.
Just when I thought: It's over, I felt my feet step on the steps.
But the rolling body continued to fall down.
Because of the shackles and the fact that I am standing sideways on the stairs now, I can't even balance myself by going down the stairs again, I will fall on the stairs.
Just as I was falling helplessly, suddenly, someone supported my body with his arms.
Huge fear, fright, work vibrator, stimulation of sensitive parts, and the constraints of the whole body burst out at this moment. Just in that person's arms, I had a violent climax. I bowed my back and thrust my breasts forward, and my mouth made a whimpering sound, and my vaginal fluid was completely drained.
The person who held me didn't expect that I would reach orgasm and was a little overwhelmed, but after hesitating for a while, I was pushed back to my balance position.
I stood on the floor of the corridor with one foot and on the first step, hunched over, feeling the afterglow of orgasm echoing in my body.
I really don’t know which one is worse, whether I fell to death on the stairs, or the current situation: I was secretly discovered by someone else!
I turned my head left and right hard, it was just a subconscious action, and I couldn't get any information around me unless that person touched me again.
The physical stimulation seemed to be improved after the afterglow of the climax, which made me both uncomfortable and exciting. Now there is one more feeling that is embarrassing. Someone is watching my performance.
That person must have been in a dark place near my yard just now. Seeing that my actions were not revealed, he decided to follow me.
I just happened to use an eye mask, which was so convenient for that person.
At the door, because the stimulation of the vibrator made the door open completely, the man took the opportunity to slip in from behind me.
But although I know nothing about this person, I know a few points: First, this person is a fellow like!
If this man was a man, he would probably have risen because of my outfit, but he did not attack me too early because he saw that my chastity belt was locked and he had to get the key; and he did not panic and left any flaws that I discovered, which means that he was calm and was not surprised by my strange behavior.
Second, this person didn't want to hurt me, because suddenly falling to the stairs was an unexpected event, and that person must have subconsciously helped me without expecting it.
What should I do now?
Staying here is not a solution, should I continue my plan?
But isn't this what I'm doing pornographic performances for another one?
This thought made my cheeks hot, not knowing whether it was because of shame or excitement.
After waiting for a while, the man didn't move at all. It seemed that he was very interested in watching my performance.
Then let's perform for him.I suddenly thought, and then I was amazed that I was so despicable and willing to perform such a show for someone I had never seen before.
Actually, I had no choice, and I had to implement my own plan.
I went down one after another, and the progress was slow due to the shackles and the stimulation of the three vibrators in my body.
But finally I finished the stairs, and in front was my basement, to be precise, it should be a dungeon.
Here are some things I designed and made by myself, and they are the most direct reaction to the darkness in my mind.
After entering the basement door, the three vibrators in the vagina stopped working. Now the vibrators in the uterus were vibrating. I heard the sound of the energy-saving light switch in the basement. I should be in a light at this time, which will undoubtedly allow my audience to see me clearly.
The deeper vibration of the vibrator made me feel that my internal organs were affected, especially my bladder. Under the vibration, my urine wanted to find an outlet for flowing out, but my urethra was blocked by a plug. This feeling made me painful, but it was extremely stimulating. I couldn't help but bend down slightly and move forward.
In my plan, the torture instrument tonight is a triangular horse. How can I get up with my bound body?
It's like this: I placed a small wooden ladder directly opposite the door, and I had to walk up. In front of the wooden ladder was the body of the horse, and there was also a noose rope sleeve on the top of the wooden ladder, which was connected to the ceiling of the dungeon.
I had to put my neck into the rope sleeve on the wooden ladder. Once the rope started to have tension, a signal would start to make the timer work. The rope was connected to a wire winder. I set it loosely, so that although my neck would be pulled, the force was not great. The most important thing is to ensure that I would not be hanged. The safety of the rope was buckled and I did my hands and feet. This lasso would never tighten completely, it just didn't let my head get rid of it.
The Trojan horse is a very sharp back with iron wraps, which is a very cruel tool for torture. The base of the Trojan horse has a stress sensing system I installed. As long as I sit on it, there will be a confirmation signal.
When the timer counts for two hours, if the confirmation signal of the Trojan horse is valid, the key will be released by a mechanism, and it is somewhere in the dungeon, and I have to get off the Trojan horse to untire myself.
It was not difficult to get up the stairs. I stood on the wooden ladder and used my head to look for the lasso. After finding it, I passed my head over and I had to straighten my waist to complete the movement. The bladder stinged.
Suddenly, my audience grabbed my shoulder from behind and began to look at the buckle of the lasso. After a minute, I was let go.
A touching surged in my heart. This is a gentle person!
He was afraid that the lasso would hurt me, so he came to check it out.
And if I have any danger, that person will definitely not stand by and watch, I think so.
Thinking of this, my courage began to grow.
When I kneel down from the edge of the wooden ladder, I will kneel on the wooden horse. In order to prevent my position from being deviated, I set up a pit to confirm the position on the wooden ladder. As long as my high heels step on the two pits, my position will not be wrong.
Everything is ready. What I want to see most at this time is how my audience will react, but it is just a delusion.
I kneel down.
The damping of the winder slowed down my falling speed, but the rope of the lasso was quickly tightened on my neck. I felt the pointed back of the Trojan horse pressing against my lower body, and all the stimulation of the lower body was raised to the highest level: the vibrator on the clitoris was tightly pressed against the back, the urethra plug entered the body even more, the dildo in the anus also reached the deepest part of the body, my vagina was completely separated on both sides, and the Trojan horse pressed against my most sensitive and fragile place.
My shackles were hung by the trolley horse, and my legs were kneeling below were separated on both sides. I heard the sound of the iron chains of the trolley horse rubbing against the iron sheets of the trolley horse.
The power of the wire winder forced my upper body to lean back. Although I could also bend over and bow forward, the power of the machine would stubbornly pull me back into the tilt position. This was a harsh punishment for my bladder. I could hardly bear it, but I could not excrete at all. So I completely relaxed the urethral muscles. This feeling of sour and tingling, already urinating but not excreting at all gave me great stimulation.
It seems that the confirmation signal of the Trojan horse is working. All vibrators in my lower body have entered a random working mode, with three 3 wonderful works for every 30 wonderful works.
This kind of stimulation is absolutely unpredictable, but the stimulation that is neither too fast nor too slow can give you great satisfaction. I have to wander on the edge of orgasm for two hours.
My nipples have started to make me suffer.
These two hours are the time for punishment. Although the stimulation is strong, the punishment is even more cruel.
My chastity K belt is very soft, so the pain caused by the punishment of the Trojan horse is almost no loss. I feel like a piece of butter placed on a knife, cut in half bit by bit. I can only squeeze my legs hard to reduce the pain, but the effect is very little.
The pain of the nipples now makes me feel no pleasure. Even if it weighs only 500 grams, after wearing it for a long time, the nipples will only feel pain. When they fell on the horse just now, the heavy object once again caused the breasts to vibrate. The pain was very severe. I can only try not to move as much as possible to avoid irritating the nipples.
The pulling of my neck and the tightening of the noose made me breathless. I heard that I was short of breath, and now I must be flushed.
I'm going to wait like this for two hours, which is longer than two days for myself.
Whoosh, bang, I felt a severe pain in the outer test of my right thigh, it was a whip!
There are a lot of torture instruments on the walls of my dungeon, and it seems my audience decided not to watch anymore.
Another whip on my right leg, and my whole body was cramped in pain.
The man walked around the Trojan horse, seemingly admiring me who was abused very leisurely, and then whipped my naked body casually.
I regret not wearing a tighter tunic. Now my legs, chest, waist, abdomen, arms and back are all targets of that person. He was not worried that it would hurt my eyes or face, so the whip fell on me casually like raindrops.
The height of the Trojan is very suitable, which is equivalent to standing on the ground, my head is hanging and I can't even dodge.
I am most afraid of whipping on my chest, because in addition to the pain of whipping, the pain of nipples pulling and trembling makes me unbearable.
Each whip vibrated my whole body, and the stimulation in my body was strengthened again. I couldn't urinate, and the random vibration of the vibrator, and the dildo in the intestines made me experience the pleasure of being abused more.
At the same time, the pain of torture instruments has also magnified, especially the Trojan horse. I have already felt it enter my body and I have been cut in half.
I have been sweating a lot. The scars of the whip and the soaking of sweat have caused more sweat to hurt all over my body. This has become a vicious cycle. Even if I am not whipped, I can't help but make a sound like: Hum...well...woo...
I don't know how long it took, but the whipping stopped. I moaned and gasped, waiting for the next torture.
I found out that I was actually looking forward to being tortured. Am I really a lowly slutty girl?I didn't wait for the torture, but someone was licking the whip marks on my body with his tongue. It seemed that this person knew my feelings very well. Skilled licking not only relieved the pain of the wound, but I didn't expect that being licked with a new whip would be so comfortable, with a slight pain mixed with numbness and itch.
But the pleasure made me sweat more, so that the wounds that were not licked would be stinged by sweat, just like I was addicted to drugs, and I was crazy looking forward to more licking, but the person just licked slowly.
I need orgasm!
It is not only to vent the accumulated pleasure, but also to alleviate the pain caused by torture instruments. However, the stimulation of vibrators and licking alone is not enough to trigger an orgasm.
Just at the edge of orgasm and unable to reach it, I cried out with grievance, and my whole body was shaking, and goose bumps appeared on my skin.
The person who licked me noticed my pain, so he began to lick the tears that flowed from under my mask, and the saliva that flowed from the small hole in my mouth.
I heard such a voice saying in my ear: Don't worry, you deserve happiness, with me.It's a woman!
I have always imagined this person as a man, but it turned out to be a woman.
I was quite surprised.
After a while, I heard the sound of footsteps. It turned out that in order not to let me notice, the woman took off her shoes.
The sound came to her side, and she put her mouth on my ear and spoke, and the heat made me feel itchy.
You are so beautiful, with snow-white and moist skin, and red whip marks.Let me see what equipment you have.She chuckled, her voice sounded so nice. I felt numb and itchy when she said it. I was afraid of her touch and looked forward to her touch.
Wow, what a big clitoris!She was pressing the vibrator on my clitoris.
Hehe, it's a vibrator, right?She whispered in my ear, gently with an impossible misunderstood sexiness. Do you like the excitement here, right?At the same time, she reached out to the back of me, haha, it’s a dildo, how long is it?15 cm?20 cm?I like the feeling of fake JJ going deep into your body, so must you?She began to press my lower abdomen gently, and this kind of pressure had already made me try to avoid it.
You want to urinate, right?Why don’t you pee?Do you have a cleanliness obsession?After saying that, she began to press hard. If I could speak, I would be screaming. Her movements made me so painful that I began to shake my body and struggle, regardless of the pulling of my neck and torture of my chest and lower body.Can't urinate?It's so cute, there must be some safety device inside the body, right?hehe.I want to look at you and see how you can free yourself.
God, although I had guessed her thoughts, I was still surprised to hear her say it in person: Do I still want to perform for her according to my plan?
Is it not yet two hours?
Suddenly, I found out what the sound of zipping was?
What is inside my dungeon that has a zipper?
The new fear made me tense all over.
I heard the sound of the camera, and with a snap, it was the camera!
I twisted wildly on the Trojan horse, wanting to ask her not to take photos, completely ignoring the torture on her body.
I was finished, I was discovered playing perverted games alone and was photographed.
In the end, I accepted my fate and let her shoot motionlessly. My protest was useless.
Suddenly, the final steps began, and the vibrator and the winder started working.
The vibrator received the timer information and the confirmation signal of the Trojan horse, and started working in full. The signal that made the winder work again was the same. As soon as the timer time reached, the winder would start lifting.
I was pulled up by the lasso and naturally got rid of the wooden horse. The rope was above the wooden ladder, so I was hung on the top of the wooden ladder.
My neck was carrying the weight of my body, and with the effect of a noose, I had difficulty breathing, my eyes were full of Venus, and I started to tinnitus.
The five vibrators vibrated together, making me feel ecstatic. I was hanged and my whole body was spasmed. The pleasure caused me to reach multiple orgasms.
Just as my whole body was hit by orgasm, I heard her climb up the wooden ladder, hugging my legs from behind, and trying hard to lift upwards to relieve the pressure on my neck.
In fact, even if she doesn't help me, the winder will put me down after ten seconds.
But I suddenly became curious about this person who was torturing my body and soul just now. She was a gentle person, and my judgment at the beginning was not wrong.
Finally, I was slowly put down. After she discovered it, she slowly guided my body to stand on the wooden ladder.
I could breathe freely again. When she saw me standing steadily, she got off the wooden ladder. At this time, the winder had stopped working, and it didn't matter how long the rope I could pull out at will.
I had to walk to the platform on the other end of the dungeon under the vibrator. There was a box on the platform, which was electronically locked, and now it should also be opened after receiving the completion signal.
According to my original plan, I should walk over, turn my back, open the box, find the key to the handcuffs from it, and untire it.
But can it go smoothly now? I have an uninvited guest around me.
I tried to walk towards the stage, but the loss of vision made me unable to judge the direction. The vibrators were still faithfully performing their duties, which made me miserable. Almost every two steps, I would bend down to stop the climax. If I reached orgasm, I would not be able to get up.
This feeling of having to suppress pleasure drove me crazy, but it also made me ecstatic.
I rely on my memory and feelings to find it to the wall, and I walked towards the platform.
I fumbled through the table to search for the box, and it was placed on the corner of the external test and I touched it.
But, just as I was about to open it, it was snatched away.
After a long period of accumulation of pleasure, torture instruments were abused, and now being bullied helplessly, I finally seemed to give up all hope and reached orgasm.
This climax hit me and brought me into an unconscious state. I don't know how long it lasted, but when I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the ground, twitching like a fish leaving the water.
She spoke again: Let me unlock it for you.I nodded gently, and I was powerless and had no willpower to resist.
If I had untied myself, I would have untied the handcuffs first, and the process is different now.
She untied the belt first, but did not unplug the battery (I still had to continue to be tortured by the vibrator), and then unplugged the lasso on my neck, and then she started to screw the screws of the breast clip with a screwdriver.
I knew that the clips that were tightened for a long time would cause severe pain when they were loosened, and I trembled and waited.
The pain on the right nipple came, and I shed tears again, and then on the left, I seemed to be controlled by the pain and could not get rid of it at all.
Suddenly I felt that she was sucking my nipples and gently stroked her hands. It took her two minutes to calm my pain.
The rest of the work must be chosen. It seems that she wants to open the bonds of my head first. After two times, the lock behind her head opened and she unbuttoned my eye mask.
The huge light made me unable to open my eyes who was in darkness for a long time. I tried to adjust my vision, and the masked mouth was also taken away.
I adjusted my vision and saw the woman who tortured me gently.
She is so beautiful. I looked at her and felt embarrassed to think about my own embarrassment.
Blushed.So cute.She suddenly said this, I had wanted to do this a long time ago.She suddenly hugged me and kissed me. I was powerless to resist, but even if my hands were free, I didn't want to resist.
She massaged my mouth with her tongue that had been tortured for a long time.
After kissing for a while, she went to find the key to untie the constraints on my feet, but she did not help me take off my high heels.
During this process, I observed her. She had a beautiful face, elegant temperament, and dressed appropriately and comfortably. I could tell at a glance that she had received a good education, so I was not so worried.
I thought she would help me uncuff my handcuffs first, but she went to uncuff my zhen K belt first. I spoke to her for the first time: Can you please take me to the bathroom and then uncuff... The sound is getting lower and lower, and I talked to others about this for the first time.
She smiled and said: No, if you want to excrete, it’s here!Although the voice is soft, it cannot resist.
I could do nothing, she opened the lock and untie the belt.
She took Zhen K belt away, and the feeling of pulling the vibrator with the biggest vibrator pulling the uterus and rubbing the vagina made me moan. The vibrator, which was still vibrating, was pulled out of my lower body one by one.
Wow, it's so wet.I was no longer shy and felt ashamed again after she said this.
Please don't look there.My voice changed.So, can this thing be put here like this?She pulled the dildo outside with her hand, and I gritted my teeth and stopped making noises, as if she wanted to humiliate me more.I let out a breath after the entire dildo was pulled out of my body.Wow, it's so long, it's big and open and still refuses to close.The squirming look is so lewd.
Please don't say that.I...not...
Um?Don't you want to urinate?She interrupted me, but after she said this, her urge to pee became stronger again.
I had no choice but to say: Please let me urinate.If my hands were in front of my body, I would definitely cover my face with my hands, but now my hands are handcuffed behind me and pressed under my body.
Good Ah, you urinate.She said with a smile.But, I can't pee.
oh?How do I help you?She was so bad-hearted that she saw a small ring outside but deliberately asked me to tell her.
Please pull out the inside...
What is in it? You must explain things clearly when you are doing things.She stood between my legs apart, looking down at me who was lying on the ground.
Please... pull out the plug inside my urethra..., please!I shed tears again and said something that made me ashamed.
OK, she squatted down and pinched the small ring outside with her left hand.
She didn't rush to pull out the plug, but gently pulled and pressed.
This stimulation made me twist my waist, which was so uncomfortable.
Please stop bullying me.I said, turning my face open at the same time, not daring to look at her eyes.
So cute.She said that she said this more than once tonight, but this time she spoke very sincerely, not like sarcasm or teasing.
She suddenly picked up the last unused key to unlock my handcuffs, and said: Sorry, I can't help but bully you, I'll take you to the bathroom now.I was surprised that my hands had returned to freedom.
She pulled me up, put my arm on her shoulder, and helped me walk towards the exit of the dungeon.
Her actions disrupted all my action plans and I was very surprised.
Until she asked me: Where is your bathroom?I just came to my senses: It was just around the corner of the corridor outside the valve door.
Oh, what a convenient layout.This sentence made me blush again.
Your house is so unique, there is always a unique world behind the door.She told me this, I was sitting on the toilet.
In order to pull out the plug, I had to use a half-squat and half-sitting position with my legs apart. Just as I was about to pull it out, she suddenly asked: Can I see the end?I didn't answer her and acted directly. I slowly started to pull it out, but the urethra, which had already adapted, began to feel pain again in the face of new stimulation.
I carefully pulled out, and the ball expanded its urethra again from behind, making it shame for others to see me like this, but I saw her staring at my lower body, her mouth slightly opened because of concentration, and I was attracted by her expression, as if her viewing made me excited again.
Finally, the plug was pulled out and the urine rushed out like a flood.
There were bursts of pain coming from the stimulated urethra. I frowned and bit my lower lip to hold back and couldn't make a sound, but tears fell again.
She walked up to me, knelt down, put our faces on a horizontal line, looked straight into my eyes and asked: Does it hurt?I nodded.
She hugged me and said as if she was coaxing a child: Oh, oh, oh, don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore.I felt so relieved, so I let her hold her like this.
A few minutes later, she touched my face in front of her and said: How long!I knew she was saying that I had been urinating for a long time, and suddenly we all started to laugh. We were still laughing when I finished peeing, and she laughed so happily that she kept tears in her eyes.
Suddenly she stood up: I'll put you bath water.Because there was a bathtub next to her, she walked over and started to release hot water, and the hot water flowed out made the surroundings start to be misty.
She said again: Your home is so convenient, you have hot water all the time.
I stood up, and neither, when I got home, the control system would automatically boil water, and I would always take a shower.
By the way, how did your door open?I didn't see you opening the door with the key, but I heard the sound of the door opening automatically.
……
What's wrong?She looked down and asked me without saying a word.
Can I trust you?
..., she did not answer immediately, but looked at me. She looked so beautiful in the water vapor. If I say, 'Please believe me.’It must be unconvincing.She began to unbutton her shirt, which was hung on the hanger at the door of my windbreaker.Others say that my movements are very light, and that's true.It seems that you haven't noticed me before I hold you.Her shirt is dark purple, her sleeves are loose, her cuffs are buckled and tightened, her bra is black, and it is very contrasted with her short hair dyed in purple and her fair skin.
The blue jeans and black running shoes were both ordinary and they were easily taken off, and she stood in front of me in her underwear.
I am a photographer, and it is a professional habit to act lightly.Tonight I am taking photos of your house at night. Some of them are exactly the combination of plants in the courtyard and the house.When I saw you driving back, I was afraid that you would get angry because I took photos without asking for your consent, so I hid behind the bushes.I was very scared that you parked outside with a garage, and I was also curious about what the owner of this house looked like.Unexpectedly, I saw it... She stopped talking, hugged her arms in front of her chest and looked at me and smiled.
Suddenly I thought of standing naked in front of her in garters and high heels, and the shy feeling came back, not because I was naked, but because my outfit was worse than nude.
I quickly took off my high heels and untied my garters. Unexpectedly, she also began to untickle her bra and take off her underwear.
She turned around and closed the hot water while I was taking off the stockings.
When she turned around, we were already naked.
Trust me.She smiled and said, "I didn't take a photo of you just now, I just covered the lens cover and pressed the shutter at you. I think doing so will make you enjoy it more."I also smiled.
She came over and hugged me, I'm sorry, it hurts when I whipped you just now?
It doesn't hurt anymore.I said, blowing into her ear.
Wash it with hot water, which is very helpful to eliminate whip marks.She took my hand and let me enter the bathtub.
I lay in the hot water and felt all the discomfort in my body gradually disappearing. I still had many questions in my mind.
You are so beautiful, she said, stroking my hair with her hands.
You are a great beauty, I said with a smile.
It's a fair share, we two.
You didn't see me awakened by the phone, sleepy and wearing glasses.This sentence made her laugh again.
Humans are really strange animals. This person was abused and bullying me just now, but now I feel very relaxed when talking to her, so I feel relieved.
Can I...can I know you?She said such strange things, but I felt that I wanted to ask such a question too.
My surname is Tao, and my friends call me 'Taozi'.
Hello Taozi, my surname is Luo.She smiled mischievously.
Hello, little 'mule'.I said to her with a smile.She immediately shouted as she hated her, and she smiled and poured water on me, and I also shouted and apologized while avoiding her.
For example, I don’t like games like spanking with leather beats, and I think that feeling is very childish.
I think a person's personality, taste and preferences are related to his past. For example, I don't like being spanked may be because my parents told me when I was a child that as an independent person, you must have your own dignity.
Sometimes I feel very conflicted. Isn’t it my hope to be bound and deprived of all dignity?
I don't know, after all, I'm not a psychology and behavioral science major.
As a woman, I found myself at a young age that I always wanted to be abused (but don't think I agree with the view that women are born to be abused).
Whenever a woman who is being interrogated or in danger appears on TV, I will have a lot of thoughts, although the plot result always disappoints me.
Maybe because I don’t like the transition to cruel physical harm (for pain), I don’t like many tortured shots.
What I like is the control of desires. The feeling of constantly accumulating but not bursting out makes me most excited, and I pursue more beautiful things. I think I should say that, random bondage or hasty sex makes me unbearable.
By the way, I am a professional in science and engineering. Maybe everyone will be curious about how girls can learn related majors in control, circuits, motors and network technology. The answer is of course because I discovered my preferences earlier. This knowledge is what I need to fulfill my dreams: fine preparation and strict control can achieve the highest enjoyment.
I work in a foreign-funded enterprise. The specific content is to introduce advanced equipment based on the company's work in China, or to independently design and manufacture embedded and independently operated systems.In the eyes of others, I am a cold beauty who only knows how to work, but in fact I have not met someone who has moved me.Professionals are often unworldly, although there are many talented men with profound thoughts and knowledge; while very handsome handsome men with a very personality are pleasing to the eye and ears, few can truly exchange ideas with me.My purpose is to wait for the beauty instead of hasty because there is no suitable thing, but waiting for the beauty (many friends say I am very masculine, it seems right, haha, few women call men a beauty, :) And I didn't say I am just a straight person Ah).
This story is the story of me meeting my lover.
My work is rewarded, and I often take on some private jobs outside (don’t think wrongly, it’s actually some design jobs such as design and manufacturing electronic systems or intelligent systems), so I have no worries about life.
My home is in a private villa area in the suburbs. Although it is inevitable that a woman lives alone in a three-story villa-style building, I don’t care what others think. All my achievements are achieved by myself.
But it's Friday 23:00, and I'm still in the downtown company. After all, the event tonight will start from here.
I took my bag into the bathroom. The bag was big, and it was full of tonight's equipment. I chose red equipment all of them. I imagined the fire-breathing girl who was dressed up. This idea made me laugh.
After entering the separate bathroom, I closed the door and stood in front of the toilet, took off my long windbreaker, and then I took off my suit and underwear and put it in my bag, so that I had no other clothes on my body except garters, stockings and high heels (all in red).
I first took out a leather collar and put it on my neck and tied it tightly.
The feeling of stroking the skin with your hands is arousing the heartbeat.
I took out another leather game bra and brought it with me.
Because this bra is one size smaller than mine, it can better play its effect. First of all, the breasts will be supported, and the triangular bra tripod strap will squeeze the breasts from the root, making the breasts more prominent. Of course, it is inevitable that the nipples will be congested and erect.
I took out the enema in the bag and squeezed it all into my anus. I immediately felt like I was defecating, but in order to make it fully effective, I still insisted on holding it back.
Suddenly, I had a strong desire to see what I looked like.
But there was no mirror in the independent bathroom. I forced myself to do it and thought that there was almost certainly no one left in the company building now, so I took my bag and opened the door of the single room.
In front of me was the sink. I saw myself in the mirror, with my blushing cheeks and my sexy open lips as I gasped.
With my current dress, I would never dare to walk in the bathroom like this in normal times.
But tonight my desires were so high that I could hardly control myself.
I walked out of the room, and my high heels made a crisp sound of cards and cards on the dark green marble floor.
I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling like a slut, exuding a sexual aura.
The sexy steps of twisting my hips made the enema in my body even more rampant, and I couldn't help but make an Ah sound.
A lewd woman should be punished!I think.
I saw me in the mirror laughing proudly and lewdly.
I decided to play some exciting games further, and I climbed up the stone platform of the sink, knelt on it, trying to spread my legs so that I could see my lower body under the strong light.
I felt like Shwgirl doing obscene performances, so I dripped my hair behind my head and dripped it off. I chose the big wave hairstyle that was very suitable for my current image, and I smiled proudly again.
Under the strong desire to defecate, I took out the nipple clip. Tonight I prepared for myself the kind of chain connected with a bolt. The biggest feature of this torture instrument is that you will enjoy it at the beginning, but once you wear it for a while, you will regret that you twist it too tightly.
I zipped my nipples but didn't tighten them (I don't want to let this action go halfway because it was too painful).
I could no longer help but feel strong indulgence. As I moaned, I retreated to the single bathroom to discharge the dirt from my body. I looked at myself clearly during the entire excretion process, and I did not close the door of the single room.
Of course, this cleaning has not been completed yet, so I took out a syringe-type glass enema with a volume of 500cc.
I filled almost 100 ml of hand sanitizer by the sink. I poured the rest into tap water, shook it well and injected it into my anus.
Usually I use 1000 or 1500 ml of enema for myself, but this time I decided to use 2000cc.
After the third tube, I felt I couldn't bear it, but I still tried hard to inject the mixture of hand sanitizer and water into my anus.
Seeing that the bottle of hand sanitizer was almost used up by me, I played out my tongue mischievously. No one would think of what part of the human body this bottle of hand sanitizer was washing.
After three enemas (I used water for the last two times), all I discharged was clean water.
The next step was torture and restraint on the lower body. I took out something wrapped in a sealed plastic bag from the bag, which contained alcohol for disinfection.
This thing is about 5cm long, like a small short stick. It is not a standard cylindrical shape, sometimes thick and sometimes thin. There is a small ball at one end and a small ring at the other end, which is a urethral plug.
In fact, it is very troublesome torture the urethra, because the urinary tract system is easily infected and cannot use ordinary lubricants. Therefore, the material of the urethra plug is very smooth medical plastic, and it must be sterilized before use, and the wearing time cannot exceed 10 hours.
I pressed the ball against the urethra and slowly inserted it hard. Although the ball was very small, it was still relatively large for the urethra. The irregular ups and downs made my urethra feel painful.
The small ring was designed for easy removal and stayed outside the body.
I remembered that I had just drunk a few glasses of water, which would undoubtedly aggravate my punishment tonight.
I took out a soft rubber dildo from my bag and started serving it with my mouth, imagining it was my lover's thing.
Although I am very masculine, I am a woman after all, and I always fantasize about games between myself and my lover, all kinds of games (:)).
So I also use my dildo to practice deep throat, which is easy for me now.
I can bury this dildo nearly 20cm effortlessly in my mouth. In fact, I also like the texture of the surface of the dildo and the touch of the friction of the throat. After pulling it out, it was covered with my saliva and the sticky and slippery secretions in my throat. However, I saw that my lipstick in the mirror was a little messy.
I held the glans of the dildo in my mouth and took out another vibrator. To be precise, it was a string of vibrators, with a total of 5. The first one felt the largest like a smaller egg, and the other four were smaller, the size of a date.
These vibrators are connected together with very strong wires, and the tail part is a power plug, and the battery case will extend outside the body in the future.
I first stepped on my left foot on the edge of the sink to expose my lower body, and then put the larger vibrator into my vagina. This was too easy, and it had already become flooded there.
I picked up the dildo with my left hand and pressed the first vibrator from below to send it deep into the vagina. In order to make the whole process easier, I leaned my body to the right and held the sink with my right hand.
Whenever a vibrator and a dildo squeeze into the vagina together, I would let out a moan. If my vagina had not been fully lubricated, the process would not have been so smooth.
At the deepest point, the first vibrator pressed against the mouth of my uterus. I pressed against the vibrator hard and began to rotate the fake JJ from outside. Oh, this feeling of grinding the heart of the flower really drove me crazy.
I increased the pressure bit by bit, and the vibrator slowly squeezed open the mouth of my uterus and entered the uterus.
I really don’t know which one attracted my attention more, whether it was my intoxicated expression during this process, or the liquid that pulled my lower body into thin lines and flowed downwards.
Because of the contraction of the uterine muscles, the vibrator was tightly wrapped by the uterus. Now, only the last vibrator is still outside my body.
I slowly pulled out the fake JJ and took it to the front of me to see the lustful reflection. I really want to use this fake JJ to play deep throat now, but I still have to wait.
I smiled wickedly and pushed the glans of the dildo against the anus and began to insert it hard. Because the dildo was covered with slippery vaginal fluid secreted by myself, so soon, the end of the dildo was stuck on the anus.
In addition to being softer, this dildo has a short horizontal rubber stick at the base to prevent the intestinal peristalsis and inhalation it into the body, which makes my anus in an expanded state throughout the process.
I sometimes insert and sometimes pull it out, as if I was having anal sex with someone else. I don’t particularly like anal sex because the pleasure it causes is far less direct and intense than the ones that the genitals bring.
But doing this can make me feel more about my inferiority and lewdness, and it is a good fun activity.
Finally, I pulled out my dildo. I like to have deep throat at this time the most because this fake JJ is already full of secretions from my mouth, throat, vagina, uterus, and intestines. Although I have been cleaned, the deep throat still gives me a very dirty feeling.
As the dildo entered, I kept saying to myself: You are a lowly, dirty, lewd woman!Dirty Girl, Bitch!When the dildo was completely penetrated into my mouth and penetrated deeply into my throat, a small climax made me cramp all over my body. My back was straight and my eyes were turned white.
It was not until a minute later that I regained consciousness. I spit out my dildo, took a deep breath, and happily found that I was still having a high sexual desire.
If I lose interest in playing now, then this evening will be a failure.
I inserted my dildo back into my anus, clamped it with my sphincter, and took out the leather K-band from the bag.This chastity K belt is quite thin, and even if the touch of sensitive parts is not affected much after it is put on.
Another reason I like this chastity K belt is the special design in front of it.
There is a small bag in front of the belt of Zhen K. I picked up the power cord of the vibrator, penetrated it out through the hole at the bottom of the small bag, and sealed it, so that the last vibrator was fixed on the belt of Zhen K.
I put on the chastity belt, pay attention to let the chastity belt fix the dildo inside the anus, tighten it to the limit, and lock the chastity belt outside the body.
This way I can't open it without a key, and this chastity K has a wire piping, so even if I have a knife, I can't destroy it.
The special design made my legs clamp involuntarily, and the vibrator fixed in the small bag pressed against my clitoris.
I picked up the power connector of the vibrator and found that it was hanging under my body, and it was covered with my vaginal fluid.
I resisted the idea of putting it in my mouth and wiped it dry with toilet paper. This is my professional habit: if there is a problem with the system, immediately confirm whether the power supply is working and whether the power cable is damaged.
Now I'm waiting to insert it into the battery box, but the startup of this vibrator is not under my control. Its startup signal is... I won't talk about it for now:).
I stood in front of the mirror and turned around. Now, you can never find that strong woman from the front or behind.
The congested and swollen breasts, the erect nipples with clips, and the Zhen K belt looks like a thong behind me, which exposes my buttocks. The sexy garters, stockings and high heels, the most attractive ones are the slender neck with a collar, the blurred eyes and blushing cheeks due to the rippling spring affection.
Oh no, why did I forget my lipstick?
I put some makeup in front of the mirror, and now I can say it is perfect. My lips are kissed with bright red, just like my snow-white skin is bound by bright red.
I admired it again and was sure that nothing was missing.
Okay, this is what I dressed up tonight. I put on a long windbreaker to cover up my naked body. Of course, I also stood up my collar. If someone saw me carrying a collar, I would lose control.
When I left the toilet, I looked at the ground. Will anyone know that the pool of water stains were the vaginal fluid of a beautiful woman?
I walked in the empty corridor, and the echoes of my high heels made me a little scared, but I knew in my heart that no one would stay at this time. Even if I were there, I would be confident that I could control myself and not reveal my flaws. I am a professional in this area.
When I walked into the elevator, I knew that the anti-theft camera was monitoring the elevator. Although the camera lens was hidden very well, because this was a system designed by my department, I knew it clearly.
Suddenly, a prank urge emerged in my heart. I opened the bag in my hand and took out a bottle. After unscrewing it, I poured two pills into my hand, opened my mouth and took it.
All of this was recorded by the central control room. Everyone would think this is a vitamin tablet, but in fact it is an aphrodisiac!
It will make me seek sex wildly.
I also want to do a striptease on the camera. Although it is easy to delete the camera record, I will be in trouble if someone suddenly enters the elevator.
I resisted the impulse and took the elevator all the way to the parking lot and drove my car.Many people asked me to change the car, saying that if I reach my position, I should change to a more luxurious car with a large displacement.But I still prefer small-displacement cars. The first is that I don’t care much about the car and I’m too lazy to change it. The second is that I have always saved energy (although my battery usage is very scary:)).
When leaving the parking lot, the guard greeted me and said: Miss Tao, it’s so hard to work so late every Friday!
It's nothing, but it's not getting used to it on Saturday and Sunday.All I tell is the truth. I go home so late every Friday to enjoy happiness. My life does make me feel uncomfortable on Saturdays and Sundays. I always feel more tired than work, but the corresponding happiness is... Whenever I focus on something, I become rational and calm.
This is also the reason why I take the mèi medicine. If I don’t take it, I will lose interest in continuing when I drive back to my doorstep.
The medicine works well. I can feel the seat under me soaked by my secretions along the way. I use one hand to knead my breasts from time to time during the driving period, gently pull the breasts, or press the vibrator on my clitoris.
But I never reached orgasm, but I doubt that if it weren't for the low traffic at night, I might have had an accident. The accumulated pleasure made my whole body sore and hard to concentrate, and controlling this car also made me feel struggling.
After almost an hour's drive, I finally got home. I drove into the driveway and prepared to drive into the garage. I already felt like I was peeing.
Suddenly I thought, this time I would be getting my gear in the yard, not in the garage.
This idea was so bold that I was shocked myself, because even at midnight, there might be someone jogging on the road or a lover dating Ah in the dark.
These are all the effects of meèi medicine. I shouldn't take two tablets. In the elevator, if the medicine is effective, I will definitely not be able to control myself and dance striptease.
And now I decided to ignore anything when I couldn't control my bursting desire.
While getting off the car, I threw the windbreaker into the back seat of the car.
I stood in the yard, looking around with a little timid and expectant look.
There are too many corners that cannot be seen clearly, and I don’t know where there might be someone, but this feeling of being seen as rape made me even more excited. In the early autumn wind, my body was burned by desire.
Now it is worthy of its reputation. Since I have decided, I must move faster.
I took out the screwdriver and tightly fixed the nipple clamp. Now the pressure of the clamp makes my sensitive nipple stand up completely excited, but I know that in five minutes, this abuse will become cruel and make me regret doing this. But now, the stimulation is obviously not enough. I took out a heavy object, about 500 grams, and hung it in the middle of the chain connecting the nipple clamp (this thing is very important, without it, I can't enter the door).
Then, I took out the leather handcuffs, put them on my left wrist, and locked them.
I put the outlet on the plug again. This is a very tightly wrapped style. After I put it on, my face looks like a masked man in a costume film, and even my chin is tightly wrapped. The difference is that there are many small holes on the masked leather in the mouth. The plug ball with holes inside will make my saliva flow out from those small holes.
I took it on my head and tied it tightly behind my head.
Then I took out two special belt locks and locked my feet and heels together so that I couldn't kick off the heels anyway.
I locked the two locks with iron chains, and the length of this chain is 10cm.
As I locked my saliva started to flow out, and I was so excited as I watched a waterline drip to the ground.
I will never forget the battery case of the vibrator, which is the main source of my sexual stimulation tonight.
I tightly tied a belt around my waist. The belt is very wide, so the battery box is on the belt. On the left side of my body, I plugged in the power supply, and the vibrator has not started working.
The masked mouth has a matching eye mask, which needs to be fastened behind the head. Now I have no visual help, which will greatly increase my sense of helplessness.
The upper part of the mouth plug connecting the mouth is first two belts, and finally merged into one. I pulled this one back to the back of my head, and my nose could just pop out from the two belts. I locked the lock on the bottom of the skull behind my head. Now, let alone shouting, I have to make great efforts even if I want to moan. It is impossible for my mouth to open or close.
Finally, I was the complete bondage. I put my hands behind my back, cuffed my right hand with my left hand and locked it.
Now I have been deprived of my freedom. The tight head restraints, handcuffs, chastity belts, and shackles all require keys to open, and the nipple clamps must be opened with a screwdriver. I can't unscrew them with my hands at all.
I can imagine what I am now, my whole body is wrapped in red restraints, my eyes are tightly sealed, my mouth is stuffed, my saliva is constantly flowing out, my breasts are squeezed and raised by the game bra, my nipples are clamped and pulled and abused, my hands and feet are handcuffed and the three holes in my lower body are blocked, I can't urinate, my uterus and vagina are put into my vibrator, and there is also a dildo that can't move forward and backward in my anus.
I closed the car door with my body and walked towards the door with my feet. Of course, I could only walk in small steps.
Vision is the first feeling of human beings. My deprivation of vision will not only make my movements extremely inconvenient, but also feels outside of vision will become very sharp.
The restraints on my whole body were not very strict, but the sensitive parts were ravaged by small props. The worst thing was that I really wanted to urinate, which made me feel goosebumps all over my body.
But I can't back down because if I don't act according to the plan I set, I will be locked forever.
It is not very difficult to move to the door by memory and feeling (the place where I parked is the closest point to the door), and finally I decided that the direction of the door was to rely on the heavy object hanging on my chest. In fact, it was a low-power signal transmitter with an effective range of only two meters. If I were two meters away from the door, the signal emitted by this thing would be accepted by the equipment installed on the door and the door lock would be automatically opened.
So when I heard the sound of the jam, I turned to the direction where the sound came from without hesitation.
Just be careful of the low stone steps in front of the gate and don’t trip me up (I will find that it’s easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain at this time).
I went up the stone steps and continued to move forward, feeling my breasts touching the door. My magnified touch made the slight touch feel like hard rubbing, and the pleasure came one after another, but when I tried to rub it with my hands, the handcuffs stopped me coldly.
I turned around and used my hand handcuffed behind me to fumble the door handle. I found it, I twisted it, the door opened, I stepped back and opened the door without forgetting to raise my high heels to avoid the threshold.
I planned to close the door until I could come in. Unexpectedly, the vibrator in my body started working. First, the vibrator in my uterus vibrator vibrated for a second, and then downwards in turn, each vibrator vibrator vibrated for a second.
The opening signal of this vibrator is only effective at my home. Starting from entering the house, as I plan to act, the vibrator will stimulate me in different ways according to the conditions.
This is a welcome ceremony to enter the door, letting me know that all vibrators work properly, but for me now, it is tantamount to a declaration: you are controlled and may be played with at will.
This idea made the originally short stimulation unbearable. Although the vibrations on the uterus, vagina and clitoris were only one second, the effect was very severe.
I was so excited that I suddenly bent down, causing the heavy object pulled by the nipple clamp to tremble violently. The door behind me was arched and completely opened.
I lingered on the edge of orgasm, but the stimulation stopped and I couldn't reach it.
I stood up and gasped rapidly. I could feel the large amount of secreted saliva being blown out and sucked in by the gasping airflow. A lot of sticky saliva flowed down and dripped onto my chest.
I had to close the door, but I still stepped back to look for the door handle. After finding it, I closed the door and walked into the depths of the room. I heard the sound of the door behind me being locked and knew that I had left the door more than two meters away.
My goal is the basement, which is right at the other end of the corridor, under the floor sling near the back door. Of course, I had already opened the sling, and I knew I didn't have to be afraid that I would fall and hurt.
Because if I approach that valve, I will get the signal.
The signal came, and the three vibrators in the vagina began to vibrate. Although I knew this would happen, I couldn't help but moan and make a whimpering sound.
I now have to use my feet to find the entrance to the bin. For me who cannot see, that bin is simply the bottomless abyss of hell. Even if I stand in the right position and take the right steps, I will still feel like I fall because I don’t know if I can step on the ladder.
Now I am standing at the entrance of the abyss. If I only walk forward, I will be bound and have no freedom; if I step on the air, I will fall down twelve steps in a restrained state, and I will almost certainly be injured.
According to my plan, I must safely go through these twelve steps to the basement. Why play such a dangerous game?
I was anxious and angry at myself, and tears came out, but everything was in vain and no one would come to help me.
At this time, a voice said in my mind: Isn’t this exactly what you want?Don't you want to go into hell and suffer much?I don't know, but I have no choice now.
I stood sideways on the edge of the stairs (which I judged based on my memory and feelings), raised my foot, and wanted to walk down the stairs step by step. I told myself: My judgment is not wrong. I have lived in this room for several years, and I will definitely not wrong.In fear, I lowered my raised foot. If I had vision, I would stand up easily, but without vision, I felt that my feet had not fallen on the steps for a long time. I suddenly became scared and my body involuntarily fell to the abyss.
Just when I thought: It's over, I felt my feet step on the steps.
But the rolling body continued to fall down.
Because of the shackles and the fact that I am standing sideways on the stairs now, I can't even balance myself by going down the stairs again, I will fall on the stairs.
Just as I was falling helplessly, suddenly, someone supported my body with his arms.
Huge fear, fright, work vibrator, stimulation of sensitive parts, and the constraints of the whole body burst out at this moment. Just in that person's arms, I had a violent climax. I bowed my back and thrust my breasts forward, and my mouth made a whimpering sound, and my vaginal fluid was completely drained.
The person who held me didn't expect that I would reach orgasm and was a little overwhelmed, but after hesitating for a while, I was pushed back to my balance position.
I stood on the floor of the corridor with one foot and on the first step, hunched over, feeling the afterglow of orgasm echoing in my body.
I really don’t know which one is worse, whether I fell to death on the stairs, or the current situation: I was secretly discovered by someone else!
I turned my head left and right hard, it was just a subconscious action, and I couldn't get any information around me unless that person touched me again.
The physical stimulation seemed to be improved after the afterglow of the climax, which made me both uncomfortable and exciting. Now there is one more feeling that is embarrassing. Someone is watching my performance.
That person must have been in a dark place near my yard just now. Seeing that my actions were not revealed, he decided to follow me.
I just happened to use an eye mask, which was so convenient for that person.
At the door, because the stimulation of the vibrator made the door open completely, the man took the opportunity to slip in from behind me.
But although I know nothing about this person, I know a few points: First, this person is a fellow like!
If this man was a man, he would probably have risen because of my outfit, but he did not attack me too early because he saw that my chastity belt was locked and he had to get the key; and he did not panic and left any flaws that I discovered, which means that he was calm and was not surprised by my strange behavior.
Second, this person didn't want to hurt me, because suddenly falling to the stairs was an unexpected event, and that person must have subconsciously helped me without expecting it.
What should I do now?
Staying here is not a solution, should I continue my plan?
But isn't this what I'm doing pornographic performances for another one?
This thought made my cheeks hot, not knowing whether it was because of shame or excitement.
After waiting for a while, the man didn't move at all. It seemed that he was very interested in watching my performance.
Then let's perform for him.I suddenly thought, and then I was amazed that I was so despicable and willing to perform such a show for someone I had never seen before.
Actually, I had no choice, and I had to implement my own plan.
I went down one after another, and the progress was slow due to the shackles and the stimulation of the three vibrators in my body.
But finally I finished the stairs, and in front was my basement, to be precise, it should be a dungeon.
Here are some things I designed and made by myself, and they are the most direct reaction to the darkness in my mind.
After entering the basement door, the three vibrators in the vagina stopped working. Now the vibrators in the uterus were vibrating. I heard the sound of the energy-saving light switch in the basement. I should be in a light at this time, which will undoubtedly allow my audience to see me clearly.
The deeper vibration of the vibrator made me feel that my internal organs were affected, especially my bladder. Under the vibration, my urine wanted to find an outlet for flowing out, but my urethra was blocked by a plug. This feeling made me painful, but it was extremely stimulating. I couldn't help but bend down slightly and move forward.
In my plan, the torture instrument tonight is a triangular horse. How can I get up with my bound body?
It's like this: I placed a small wooden ladder directly opposite the door, and I had to walk up. In front of the wooden ladder was the body of the horse, and there was also a noose rope sleeve on the top of the wooden ladder, which was connected to the ceiling of the dungeon.
I had to put my neck into the rope sleeve on the wooden ladder. Once the rope started to have tension, a signal would start to make the timer work. The rope was connected to a wire winder. I set it loosely, so that although my neck would be pulled, the force was not great. The most important thing is to ensure that I would not be hanged. The safety of the rope was buckled and I did my hands and feet. This lasso would never tighten completely, it just didn't let my head get rid of it.
The Trojan horse is a very sharp back with iron wraps, which is a very cruel tool for torture. The base of the Trojan horse has a stress sensing system I installed. As long as I sit on it, there will be a confirmation signal.
When the timer counts for two hours, if the confirmation signal of the Trojan horse is valid, the key will be released by a mechanism, and it is somewhere in the dungeon, and I have to get off the Trojan horse to untire myself.
It was not difficult to get up the stairs. I stood on the wooden ladder and used my head to look for the lasso. After finding it, I passed my head over and I had to straighten my waist to complete the movement. The bladder stinged.
Suddenly, my audience grabbed my shoulder from behind and began to look at the buckle of the lasso. After a minute, I was let go.
A touching surged in my heart. This is a gentle person!
He was afraid that the lasso would hurt me, so he came to check it out.
And if I have any danger, that person will definitely not stand by and watch, I think so.
Thinking of this, my courage began to grow.
When I kneel down from the edge of the wooden ladder, I will kneel on the wooden horse. In order to prevent my position from being deviated, I set up a pit to confirm the position on the wooden ladder. As long as my high heels step on the two pits, my position will not be wrong.
Everything is ready. What I want to see most at this time is how my audience will react, but it is just a delusion.
I kneel down.
The damping of the winder slowed down my falling speed, but the rope of the lasso was quickly tightened on my neck. I felt the pointed back of the Trojan horse pressing against my lower body, and all the stimulation of the lower body was raised to the highest level: the vibrator on the clitoris was tightly pressed against the back, the urethra plug entered the body even more, the dildo in the anus also reached the deepest part of the body, my vagina was completely separated on both sides, and the Trojan horse pressed against my most sensitive and fragile place.
My shackles were hung by the trolley horse, and my legs were kneeling below were separated on both sides. I heard the sound of the iron chains of the trolley horse rubbing against the iron sheets of the trolley horse.
The power of the wire winder forced my upper body to lean back. Although I could also bend over and bow forward, the power of the machine would stubbornly pull me back into the tilt position. This was a harsh punishment for my bladder. I could hardly bear it, but I could not excrete at all. So I completely relaxed the urethral muscles. This feeling of sour and tingling, already urinating but not excreting at all gave me great stimulation.
It seems that the confirmation signal of the Trojan horse is working. All vibrators in my lower body have entered a random working mode, with three 3 wonderful works for every 30 wonderful works.
This kind of stimulation is absolutely unpredictable, but the stimulation that is neither too fast nor too slow can give you great satisfaction. I have to wander on the edge of orgasm for two hours.
My nipples have started to make me suffer.
These two hours are the time for punishment. Although the stimulation is strong, the punishment is even more cruel.
My chastity K belt is very soft, so the pain caused by the punishment of the Trojan horse is almost no loss. I feel like a piece of butter placed on a knife, cut in half bit by bit. I can only squeeze my legs hard to reduce the pain, but the effect is very little.
The pain of the nipples now makes me feel no pleasure. Even if it weighs only 500 grams, after wearing it for a long time, the nipples will only feel pain. When they fell on the horse just now, the heavy object once again caused the breasts to vibrate. The pain was very severe. I can only try not to move as much as possible to avoid irritating the nipples.
The pulling of my neck and the tightening of the noose made me breathless. I heard that I was short of breath, and now I must be flushed.
I'm going to wait like this for two hours, which is longer than two days for myself.
Whoosh, bang, I felt a severe pain in the outer test of my right thigh, it was a whip!
There are a lot of torture instruments on the walls of my dungeon, and it seems my audience decided not to watch anymore.
Another whip on my right leg, and my whole body was cramped in pain.
The man walked around the Trojan horse, seemingly admiring me who was abused very leisurely, and then whipped my naked body casually.
I regret not wearing a tighter tunic. Now my legs, chest, waist, abdomen, arms and back are all targets of that person. He was not worried that it would hurt my eyes or face, so the whip fell on me casually like raindrops.
The height of the Trojan is very suitable, which is equivalent to standing on the ground, my head is hanging and I can't even dodge.
I am most afraid of whipping on my chest, because in addition to the pain of whipping, the pain of nipples pulling and trembling makes me unbearable.
Each whip vibrated my whole body, and the stimulation in my body was strengthened again. I couldn't urinate, and the random vibration of the vibrator, and the dildo in the intestines made me experience the pleasure of being abused more.
At the same time, the pain of torture instruments has also magnified, especially the Trojan horse. I have already felt it enter my body and I have been cut in half.
I have been sweating a lot. The scars of the whip and the soaking of sweat have caused more sweat to hurt all over my body. This has become a vicious cycle. Even if I am not whipped, I can't help but make a sound like: Hum...well...woo...
I don't know how long it took, but the whipping stopped. I moaned and gasped, waiting for the next torture.
I found out that I was actually looking forward to being tortured. Am I really a lowly slutty girl?I didn't wait for the torture, but someone was licking the whip marks on my body with his tongue. It seemed that this person knew my feelings very well. Skilled licking not only relieved the pain of the wound, but I didn't expect that being licked with a new whip would be so comfortable, with a slight pain mixed with numbness and itch.
But the pleasure made me sweat more, so that the wounds that were not licked would be stinged by sweat, just like I was addicted to drugs, and I was crazy looking forward to more licking, but the person just licked slowly.
I need orgasm!
It is not only to vent the accumulated pleasure, but also to alleviate the pain caused by torture instruments. However, the stimulation of vibrators and licking alone is not enough to trigger an orgasm.
Just at the edge of orgasm and unable to reach it, I cried out with grievance, and my whole body was shaking, and goose bumps appeared on my skin.
The person who licked me noticed my pain, so he began to lick the tears that flowed from under my mask, and the saliva that flowed from the small hole in my mouth.
I heard such a voice saying in my ear: Don't worry, you deserve happiness, with me.It's a woman!
I have always imagined this person as a man, but it turned out to be a woman.
I was quite surprised.
After a while, I heard the sound of footsteps. It turned out that in order not to let me notice, the woman took off her shoes.
The sound came to her side, and she put her mouth on my ear and spoke, and the heat made me feel itchy.
You are so beautiful, with snow-white and moist skin, and red whip marks.Let me see what equipment you have.She chuckled, her voice sounded so nice. I felt numb and itchy when she said it. I was afraid of her touch and looked forward to her touch.
Wow, what a big clitoris!She was pressing the vibrator on my clitoris.
Hehe, it's a vibrator, right?She whispered in my ear, gently with an impossible misunderstood sexiness. Do you like the excitement here, right?At the same time, she reached out to the back of me, haha, it’s a dildo, how long is it?15 cm?20 cm?I like the feeling of fake JJ going deep into your body, so must you?She began to press my lower abdomen gently, and this kind of pressure had already made me try to avoid it.
You want to urinate, right?Why don’t you pee?Do you have a cleanliness obsession?After saying that, she began to press hard. If I could speak, I would be screaming. Her movements made me so painful that I began to shake my body and struggle, regardless of the pulling of my neck and torture of my chest and lower body.Can't urinate?It's so cute, there must be some safety device inside the body, right?hehe.I want to look at you and see how you can free yourself.
God, although I had guessed her thoughts, I was still surprised to hear her say it in person: Do I still want to perform for her according to my plan?
Is it not yet two hours?
Suddenly, I found out what the sound of zipping was?
What is inside my dungeon that has a zipper?
The new fear made me tense all over.
I heard the sound of the camera, and with a snap, it was the camera!
I twisted wildly on the Trojan horse, wanting to ask her not to take photos, completely ignoring the torture on her body.
I was finished, I was discovered playing perverted games alone and was photographed.
In the end, I accepted my fate and let her shoot motionlessly. My protest was useless.
Suddenly, the final steps began, and the vibrator and the winder started working.
The vibrator received the timer information and the confirmation signal of the Trojan horse, and started working in full. The signal that made the winder work again was the same. As soon as the timer time reached, the winder would start lifting.
I was pulled up by the lasso and naturally got rid of the wooden horse. The rope was above the wooden ladder, so I was hung on the top of the wooden ladder.
My neck was carrying the weight of my body, and with the effect of a noose, I had difficulty breathing, my eyes were full of Venus, and I started to tinnitus.
The five vibrators vibrated together, making me feel ecstatic. I was hanged and my whole body was spasmed. The pleasure caused me to reach multiple orgasms.
Just as my whole body was hit by orgasm, I heard her climb up the wooden ladder, hugging my legs from behind, and trying hard to lift upwards to relieve the pressure on my neck.
In fact, even if she doesn't help me, the winder will put me down after ten seconds.
But I suddenly became curious about this person who was torturing my body and soul just now. She was a gentle person, and my judgment at the beginning was not wrong.
Finally, I was slowly put down. After she discovered it, she slowly guided my body to stand on the wooden ladder.
I could breathe freely again. When she saw me standing steadily, she got off the wooden ladder. At this time, the winder had stopped working, and it didn't matter how long the rope I could pull out at will.
I had to walk to the platform on the other end of the dungeon under the vibrator. There was a box on the platform, which was electronically locked, and now it should also be opened after receiving the completion signal.
According to my original plan, I should walk over, turn my back, open the box, find the key to the handcuffs from it, and untire it.
But can it go smoothly now? I have an uninvited guest around me.
I tried to walk towards the stage, but the loss of vision made me unable to judge the direction. The vibrators were still faithfully performing their duties, which made me miserable. Almost every two steps, I would bend down to stop the climax. If I reached orgasm, I would not be able to get up.
This feeling of having to suppress pleasure drove me crazy, but it also made me ecstatic.
I rely on my memory and feelings to find it to the wall, and I walked towards the platform.
I fumbled through the table to search for the box, and it was placed on the corner of the external test and I touched it.
But, just as I was about to open it, it was snatched away.
After a long period of accumulation of pleasure, torture instruments were abused, and now being bullied helplessly, I finally seemed to give up all hope and reached orgasm.
This climax hit me and brought me into an unconscious state. I don't know how long it lasted, but when I regained consciousness, I found myself lying on the ground, twitching like a fish leaving the water.
She spoke again: Let me unlock it for you.I nodded gently, and I was powerless and had no willpower to resist.
If I had untied myself, I would have untied the handcuffs first, and the process is different now.
She untied the belt first, but did not unplug the battery (I still had to continue to be tortured by the vibrator), and then unplugged the lasso on my neck, and then she started to screw the screws of the breast clip with a screwdriver.
I knew that the clips that were tightened for a long time would cause severe pain when they were loosened, and I trembled and waited.
The pain on the right nipple came, and I shed tears again, and then on the left, I seemed to be controlled by the pain and could not get rid of it at all.
Suddenly I felt that she was sucking my nipples and gently stroked her hands. It took her two minutes to calm my pain.
The rest of the work must be chosen. It seems that she wants to open the bonds of my head first. After two times, the lock behind her head opened and she unbuttoned my eye mask.
The huge light made me unable to open my eyes who was in darkness for a long time. I tried to adjust my vision, and the masked mouth was also taken away.
I adjusted my vision and saw the woman who tortured me gently.
She is so beautiful. I looked at her and felt embarrassed to think about my own embarrassment.
Blushed.So cute.She suddenly said this, I had wanted to do this a long time ago.She suddenly hugged me and kissed me. I was powerless to resist, but even if my hands were free, I didn't want to resist.
She massaged my mouth with her tongue that had been tortured for a long time.
After kissing for a while, she went to find the key to untie the constraints on my feet, but she did not help me take off my high heels.
During this process, I observed her. She had a beautiful face, elegant temperament, and dressed appropriately and comfortably. I could tell at a glance that she had received a good education, so I was not so worried.
I thought she would help me uncuff my handcuffs first, but she went to uncuff my zhen K belt first. I spoke to her for the first time: Can you please take me to the bathroom and then uncuff... The sound is getting lower and lower, and I talked to others about this for the first time.
She smiled and said: No, if you want to excrete, it’s here!Although the voice is soft, it cannot resist.
I could do nothing, she opened the lock and untie the belt.
She took Zhen K belt away, and the feeling of pulling the vibrator with the biggest vibrator pulling the uterus and rubbing the vagina made me moan. The vibrator, which was still vibrating, was pulled out of my lower body one by one.
Wow, it's so wet.I was no longer shy and felt ashamed again after she said this.
Please don't look there.My voice changed.So, can this thing be put here like this?She pulled the dildo outside with her hand, and I gritted my teeth and stopped making noises, as if she wanted to humiliate me more.I let out a breath after the entire dildo was pulled out of my body.Wow, it's so long, it's big and open and still refuses to close.The squirming look is so lewd.
Please don't say that.I...not...
Um?Don't you want to urinate?She interrupted me, but after she said this, her urge to pee became stronger again.
I had no choice but to say: Please let me urinate.If my hands were in front of my body, I would definitely cover my face with my hands, but now my hands are handcuffed behind me and pressed under my body.
Good Ah, you urinate.She said with a smile.But, I can't pee.
oh?How do I help you?She was so bad-hearted that she saw a small ring outside but deliberately asked me to tell her.
Please pull out the inside...
What is in it? You must explain things clearly when you are doing things.She stood between my legs apart, looking down at me who was lying on the ground.
Please... pull out the plug inside my urethra..., please!I shed tears again and said something that made me ashamed.
OK, she squatted down and pinched the small ring outside with her left hand.
She didn't rush to pull out the plug, but gently pulled and pressed.
This stimulation made me twist my waist, which was so uncomfortable.
Please stop bullying me.I said, turning my face open at the same time, not daring to look at her eyes.
So cute.She said that she said this more than once tonight, but this time she spoke very sincerely, not like sarcasm or teasing.
She suddenly picked up the last unused key to unlock my handcuffs, and said: Sorry, I can't help but bully you, I'll take you to the bathroom now.I was surprised that my hands had returned to freedom.
She pulled me up, put my arm on her shoulder, and helped me walk towards the exit of the dungeon.
Her actions disrupted all my action plans and I was very surprised.
Until she asked me: Where is your bathroom?I just came to my senses: It was just around the corner of the corridor outside the valve door.
Oh, what a convenient layout.This sentence made me blush again.
Your house is so unique, there is always a unique world behind the door.She told me this, I was sitting on the toilet.
In order to pull out the plug, I had to use a half-squat and half-sitting position with my legs apart. Just as I was about to pull it out, she suddenly asked: Can I see the end?I didn't answer her and acted directly. I slowly started to pull it out, but the urethra, which had already adapted, began to feel pain again in the face of new stimulation.
I carefully pulled out, and the ball expanded its urethra again from behind, making it shame for others to see me like this, but I saw her staring at my lower body, her mouth slightly opened because of concentration, and I was attracted by her expression, as if her viewing made me excited again.
Finally, the plug was pulled out and the urine rushed out like a flood.
There were bursts of pain coming from the stimulated urethra. I frowned and bit my lower lip to hold back and couldn't make a sound, but tears fell again.
She walked up to me, knelt down, put our faces on a horizontal line, looked straight into my eyes and asked: Does it hurt?I nodded.
She hugged me and said as if she was coaxing a child: Oh, oh, oh, don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore.I felt so relieved, so I let her hold her like this.
A few minutes later, she touched my face in front of her and said: How long!I knew she was saying that I had been urinating for a long time, and suddenly we all started to laugh. We were still laughing when I finished peeing, and she laughed so happily that she kept tears in her eyes.
Suddenly she stood up: I'll put you bath water.Because there was a bathtub next to her, she walked over and started to release hot water, and the hot water flowed out made the surroundings start to be misty.
She said again: Your home is so convenient, you have hot water all the time.
I stood up, and neither, when I got home, the control system would automatically boil water, and I would always take a shower.
By the way, how did your door open?I didn't see you opening the door with the key, but I heard the sound of the door opening automatically.
……
What's wrong?She looked down and asked me without saying a word.
Can I trust you?
..., she did not answer immediately, but looked at me. She looked so beautiful in the water vapor. If I say, 'Please believe me.’It must be unconvincing.She began to unbutton her shirt, which was hung on the hanger at the door of my windbreaker.Others say that my movements are very light, and that's true.It seems that you haven't noticed me before I hold you.Her shirt is dark purple, her sleeves are loose, her cuffs are buckled and tightened, her bra is black, and it is very contrasted with her short hair dyed in purple and her fair skin.
The blue jeans and black running shoes were both ordinary and they were easily taken off, and she stood in front of me in her underwear.
I am a photographer, and it is a professional habit to act lightly.Tonight I am taking photos of your house at night. Some of them are exactly the combination of plants in the courtyard and the house.When I saw you driving back, I was afraid that you would get angry because I took photos without asking for your consent, so I hid behind the bushes.I was very scared that you parked outside with a garage, and I was also curious about what the owner of this house looked like.Unexpectedly, I saw it... She stopped talking, hugged her arms in front of her chest and looked at me and smiled.
Suddenly I thought of standing naked in front of her in garters and high heels, and the shy feeling came back, not because I was naked, but because my outfit was worse than nude.
I quickly took off my high heels and untied my garters. Unexpectedly, she also began to untickle her bra and take off her underwear.
She turned around and closed the hot water while I was taking off the stockings.
When she turned around, we were already naked.
Trust me.She smiled and said, "I didn't take a photo of you just now, I just covered the lens cover and pressed the shutter at you. I think doing so will make you enjoy it more."I also smiled.
She came over and hugged me, I'm sorry, it hurts when I whipped you just now?
It doesn't hurt anymore.I said, blowing into her ear.
Wash it with hot water, which is very helpful to eliminate whip marks.She took my hand and let me enter the bathtub.
I lay in the hot water and felt all the discomfort in my body gradually disappearing. I still had many questions in my mind.
You are so beautiful, she said, stroking my hair with her hands.
You are a great beauty, I said with a smile.
It's a fair share, we two.
You didn't see me awakened by the phone, sleepy and wearing glasses.This sentence made her laugh again.
Humans are really strange animals. This person was abused and bullying me just now, but now I feel very relaxed when talking to her, so I feel relieved.
Can I...can I know you?She said such strange things, but I felt that I wanted to ask such a question too.
My surname is Tao, and my friends call me 'Taozi'.
Hello Taozi, my surname is Luo.She smiled mischievously.
Hello, little 'mule'.I said to her with a smile.She immediately shouted as she hated her, and she smiled and poured water on me, and I also shouted and apologized while avoiding her.
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