Sadomasochism Fantasy Trilogy Author: Unknown

[SadiSM Fantasy Trilogy] People have a real side and a realistic side. The so-called true side is what a person shows to others, that is, his clothes, speech, words and deeds, etc. The realistic side of people can be divided into good people, capable people, SMart people and even criminals. A person who always considers others and is modest is a good person; someone who is brought to justice for infringing on the interests of others is of course a criminal. But people also have a real side. The so-called good people may have their minds full of male thieves and female Prostitutes, while the so-called evil people may not have completely lost their conscience. It is difficult to say whether the true side of a person is good or bad, but unlike the real side, the true side of a person will not be easily exposed to the outside world. This may be the so-called privacy. I am often confused about myself. In the eyes of outsiders, I am a SMart and capable female reporter. Although I am not beautiful, I am confident, strong and have a temperament comparable to those pretty girls. But deep in my soul, there is an evil thought that if I publish it to the public, I will be scorned by others. When I was very young, I was fascinated by the humiliation of female prisoners who were tied up and paraded through the streets. I often imagine that I made a mistake and the Teacher tied me up and took me to various places in the School for public display. I was so ashamed that I hung my head low... Fantasy is fantasy, but in reality, I am a good student with both good character and academic performance, and I am often praised by Teachers. I was admitted to the journaliSM department of the university with good grades and became a reporter. It’s hard to say whether it’s luck or sadness. The unspeakable desire deep in my subconscious to be paraded through the streets actually became a reality. In the fall, six years after graduating from college, I accepted an assignment to go to Fucheng Detention Center to interview the young female director there. To my surprise, the director turned out to be my best classmate in college, Fu Li. We haven't contacted each other for a long time because we are very busy at work. "The prisoner has been killed!", I said, and we hugged each other excitedly. "I heard that you are a famous reporter from Yucheng? What a big deal." Fu Li said. "Why were you exiled to the detention center? To be honest, what crime did you commit?" I asked confused. "It's hard to explain in one sentence. Let me tell you first. What brought you, a great reporter, here?" Fu Li asked. Just as I was about to explain my purpose, the unspeakable desire that had been buried deep in my subconscious for a long time surged out like a flood that burst a dam. I had a vague feeling that here I would have the opportunity to satisfy my dark, repressed desires. Thinking of this, his face turned red with embarrassment. "What's wrong with you?" Fu Li asked in surprise. "Ah," I woke up and felt embarrassed, "It's nothing, I'm a little tired." Fu Li poured me a glass of water and I sat on the sofa. The sofa was old and seemed to have a musty SMell. I looked at her Office. It was very simple. On one wall were slogans such as "Leniency for confession..." and on the other side were a row of roll cabinets covered with peeling paint. On the handle of one roll cabinet, There was a pair of shiny handcuffs hanging on it. The desk is boxy and old-fashioned. Fu Li was wearing a police uniform and sitting on a chair behind the table. Her body was upright. Although she was SMiling, there seemed to be a sharp light in her eyes, as if she was interrogating.Convict. I also seemed to be in a prison, and this feeling made me blush again. "Fu Li in college was lively and naughty. Now she looks like this. It must be an occupational disease." I thought. A prison guard knocked on the door and came in. He reported that at the public arrest and sentencing meeting organized by the Justice Bureau today, the list of prisoners required to acCompany the parade has been finalized. The director of the prison is requested to sign and must be at the scene at ten o'clock. After saying that, he put the list on the table, saw me, and glanced at me curiously. "I understand, you go out first." Fu Li said. "You didn't come here specifically to see me, did you? Is there something wrong?" Fu Li asked me. I was about to tell her that I came specially to interview her about her advanced deeds. The prison guard's words just now gave me an idea, "The newspaper is going to do a series of reports about the in-depth psychology of prisoners, so I have been sent to conduct in-depth interviews. I didn't expect to meet you. It's really a fate." I said the word "in-depth". Very heavy. "Great, we are also trying to dig into the psychological origins of criminals. I can only ask for the help of a great reporter like you. I am happy to provide you with all conveniences." Fu Li said happily. "But," I muttered, "my interview assignment this time is very special." "Special?" Fu Li asked doubtfully, "What's so special?" "The interview assignment given to me by the newspaper is not face-to-face. Interview the prisoner, but be like the prisoner," I explained. "Like a prisoner? How to interview?" Fu Li asked puzzledly. "For example -" I said embarrassedly, my face flushed with embarrassment, "tomorrow's public arrest and sentencing meeting requires me to be tied up and paraded through the streets like the prisoners." "Ah!" Fu Li looked at my face in surprise. , "You are not sick, are you? It is your leader who is sick. Let a young and beautiful lady like you suffer such a big humiliation? You actually accepted it?" "I can't help it," I pretended to be helpless. "I have no choice but to devote myself to the pursuit of the authenticity of the news." "We haven't seen each other for so many years, but you still like to joke with me." Fu Li suddenly laughed. She would not believe that there would be such a weird interview. "I'm really not joking. Can you help me?" I said with a pout in a very serious tone. "Really?" She still didn't believe it. "Really!" I said. "If you weren't mentally ill, I would admire your professionaliSM." I heard Fu Li say this. I feel ashamed. "I really want to fulfill your professionaliSM," Fu Li continued, "but as a law enforcement agency, we cannot break the law without knowing it. I cannot bring innocent people to justice. I'm afraid I can't help you with this." "Hey, why are you so nervous? I volunteered. Just think of me as an informant who breaks into the criminal gang. Not only do you not violate the rules, but you also have to open the door for me." I was afraid that I would miss the opportunity and said arbitrarily. "But," Fu Li was embarrassed, "the prisoners who will acCompany the parade have already been decided!" "What's the difficulty? You are the director. Just remove one and replace me. Besides, it doesn't matter if there is one more." I offer suggestions. "But, this..." Fu Li hesitated, and I rushed to say: "What else is this? Hurry up, the conference is about to start. Isn't that where you are?"Are there any handcuffs? "I pointed to the handcuffs hanging on the handle of the locker next to the wall and said, "Cuff me first, tell your subordinates that she is a prisoner who has just been detained by the city bureau, and let her go to the venue to receive education." Someone knocked again. Outside the door, armed police with live ammunition were lining up outside the window. The air suddenly became tense and my heart pounded. Fu Li looked at me, nodded, quickly picked up the handcuffs on the handle of the locker, and cuffed my hands. The handcuffs were cold to the bone. It was the first time in my life that I was wearing handcuffs, and I couldn't help but tremble all over. The prison guard just walked in, and Fu Li said to him, "This is a prisoner just brought by the city bureau. She is being escorted to the streets." The prison guard looked at me curiously, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. He suddenly shouted to me loudly: "Go!" I was startled and woke up - I was a prisoner now. I staggered out as I followed the prison guard. I couldn't walk because I was handcuffed. I was a little scared, so I looked back at Fu Li, and she winked at me. The weather in early autumn is still a bit hot, but the wind is already cool. I was wearing short jeans and a tight-fitting tank top, and my hands were held firmly by the cool handcuffs. The cool breeze hit me, and I suddenly felt chilly. I suddenly regretted my crazy behavior. Following the prison guard through the armed police line, I was taken to a row of liberation cars. In the four vehicles at the front, each held a prisoner who was tightly locked on a wooden torture rack. Behind him stood two armed policemen. On both sides were several armed policemen with live ammunition and armed policemen with machine guns. . I thought, this must be a death row car, and I couldn't help but be horrified. I was taken to the carriage. There were three or four rows of prisoners behind the carriage, about seventy or eighty people. There were male prisoners approaching the death row car. There were fifty or sixty of them. Some of their expressions were dull, some were obscene, and some were tough. They all had signs on their chests that read "XXX is guilty of XXX." Pass the white police rope from the back of the neck to both sides of the armpit, wrap it around the forearm, and tie it tightly at the back. His hands were not tied behind his back, but hung limply on both sides of his body, as if they no longer existed. It looks like it's tied tightly, because the sleeves on the upper arms look like tight bags. In the back row of the motorcade were two rows of female prisoners. They all had their heads lowered, with signs hanging on their chests. The white police rope passed from the back of the neck to the armpits, tightly wrapped around the upper arms, and tied behind the back. Their hands hung softly on their sides. side. Maybe it was because it was tied too tightly, and the protruding breasts softly held up the big brand on the chest. I was handed over to two female prison guards, and the prison guard who escorted me told them a few words. Two female prison guards grabbed my arms and took me to a nearby room that looked like an interrogation room. A shorter female prison guard opened my handcuffs. I was a little surprised when another slightly taller female prison guard shouted to me, "Squat down!" I didn't react for a moment, but she pressed me hard. , I staggered and squatted down. "Name!" The short female prison guard sat behind the desk, holding a pen in her hand. Next to her was a registration book and a large blank sign. I hesitated for a moment and said, "Ai Fu." of course it was a pseudonym. "Which love? Which bondage?" the female prison guard asked. "Love - mugwort, binding - poetry and poetry." The female prison guard curled her lips. I really want to make it up"The name "Love Bondage" is afraid of giving away the truth. "What crime?" the female prison guard asked again. "It's theft." I thought it was a minor crime, so I said it casually. "Stand up!" the tall female prison guard shouted to me. I stood up obediently. At some point, the tall female prison guard had a white police rope seven or eight meters long and as thick as her fingers in her hand. She folded the police rope in half, put it on the back of my neck, passed it forward through my armpits, tightly wrapped it around my two upper arms, and then pulled it toward my back. I couldn't help shouting, "Hey, can't you be gentler?" I forgot the identity of the prisoner. The tall female prison guard who tied me was stunned for a moment, as if she had never heard a prisoner yelling at her like this before. She pulled tighter, and my arms were stretched back as far as they would go. She quickly tightened the buckle, seemingly not satisfied yet. I felt like she asked the short female prison guard for advice, and the short female prison guard nodded. I don’t know what kind of agreement they reached. The tall female prison guard twisted my hands behind my back again, and I groaned again. She had tied my hands tightly, and passed the remaining police rope up through the loop behind my neck, and then down. Fold and pull, then tie tightly around both my wrists. My upper body leaned forward involuntarily, and my waist bent downward at 90 degrees. Because her arms were tightly pulled back and forth, her breasts swelled high on her chest, as if they were about to break through her coat. As my hands were being pulled backwards and upwards, I could no longer straighten my back. To make matters worse, the shirt I was wearing was too SMall and tight, with no sleeves at all and only two pairs of pathetic suspenders. The arm was completely exposed, and the police rope was deeply embedded in the flesh. The hand could not move at all, it was painful and awkward. The short female prison guard walked over from the table, holding a large sign marking my crime with two lines of large black characters written on it. The first line is "thief", the second line is "Ai Fu", and the word "Ai Fu" is crossed out with a red pen. She hung a sign around my neck that symbolized my crime. The sign was so heavy that my head hung lower. I think it must have been my unruly shouting that offended the two prison guards, because none of the prisoners parading in the street had their hands tied, and only those on death row had their names marked with a cross. I was escorted outside the house again, and I felt all eyes were on me. The surprised looks from the female prisoners, the malicious looks from the male prisoners, and even the looks from the armed police. My head, which could no longer be lifted, dropped even lower. I felt great shame, ashamed and ashamed. In a daze, I had forgotten my identity as a reporter and felt that I was really a criminal. Our group of prisoners was put into a car, and I and seven other female prisoners were put in the car immediately behind the male prisoners. There were four female prisoners standing on each side of each car. A long white police rope was threaded behind the wrists and tied the four female prisoners in a string. Behind each female prisoner were two female armed policemen holding their arms. The prison car, criminal car, and police car slowly drove out of the detention center and walked through the streets and alleys of Fengcheng. Pedestrians on the road stopped to watch from time to time, like looking at a group of strange animals. I was tied up tightly, my head hung low, and I was paraded through the streets of Bing City in great shame. I'm glad that in Fengcheng, apart from the detention centerSir, I no longer have any acquaintances. The convoy drove into the stadium in Fucheng, and the prison cars were lined up on the runway. On the rostrum, the judge's majestic voice sounded, revealing the criminal facts of each criminal and reading out their trial. The stadium was packed with people, and the onlookers crowded in front of the prison van. This situation reminds me of Mr. Lu Xun’s novel about the Chinese people’s love for beheading. Most people like to look at us female prisoners, especially men. All the female prisoners were wearing long-sleeved tops, but I was the only one dressed sexy. On his bare arms, the white police rope was deeply embedded in the snow-white skin, and his hands were tightly tied behind his back. Therefore, the prison van where I was was crowded with people. I could clearly hear people talking about me and insulting me. Some weird young men also made obscene remarks to me. The armed policemen under the car did not intervene, as if we prisoners were here to be humiliated. At this moment, I realized why prisoners should be placed on high cars for public display. That is, the more you lower your head due to humiliation, the more clearly you can see the disdainful or even malicious eyes below, and the deeper your sense of humiliation will be. The sentencing is still going on, there are many prisoners, and the sound of sentencing seems to never end. It must have been more than an hour. The sun was getting hotter and hotter, burning my face and tied naked arms. It hurt and itched. I wanted to scratch it, but my hands couldn't move. Other prisoners can still make limited movements with their hands, at least scratching. I was in so much pain. The blood on his arms seemed to have solidified, and his whole body seemed to be numb. I often fantasize about being tied up and displayed in public, and sometimes I also tie myself up and fantasize about it. In the fantasy, there are elements of humiliation, but also some wonderful elements, and even a bit of romance. SadomasochiSM Dream Trilogy Part 2 naked Bondage If you have a dream, a wonderful dream, and often dream it, over time, you will feel that the living reality is a dream, and that beautiful dreamland is kind and real. I often dream that one day, because I have committed a crime, I am paraded through the streets, my body is tightly tied with ropes, and a shameful crime sign is hung on my chest. I am so ashamed that my head hangs low... I arrived The interview with Fu Cheng actually made my dream come true. I was really put into a prison car and paraded through the streets while being tied up. Because of the extreme excitement, I climaxed, moaned lustfully, and my lower body became wet. I became the talk of the streets in Bucheng. (Note: For details of this plot, please see my work "Parade in the Streets, Part 1 of the SadomasochiSM Fantasy Trilogy", published in the Aesthetic Forum) I came back from the city and continued my career as a reporter. I still work conscientiously, still get praise from my colleagues, and still be a confident professional woman. In the busyness of reality, I vaguely felt that the scandalous behavior I did in Fucheng that excited me was just a beautiful dream I had on the soft bed of the hotel there... The dream made me Can't help myself. I was dreaming again that one day, because of my sin, I was stripped naked, and my naked body was tied tightly with ropes, and the ropes dug deep into my white skin. Her breasts were erect with shame, humiliatingly holding the shameful guilt card. I'm ashamedI was so ashamed that I hung my head low, allowing others to scold and ridicule me... So, is the following experience of mine reality or a dream? I have a new interview assignment, going to a border town in the south, Lome Town, to report on the unique customs and customs there. Luomei Town is built on the mountain, with a stream passing through the city. There are no high-rise buildings in the town, only blue and red mahogany double-story attics. In the center of the town, a four-story tower is considered the tallest building. The people of Luomei Town have simple folk customs. The people here have been following the tradition for hundreds of years. The mayor is not the highest official, but the respected elders are the rulers here. Whenever there is a major matter concerning the honor or disgrace of Luomei Town, the mayor will invite the elders to make the decision in public. Even the punishment of prisoners is first carried out according to the tradition of Lome Town, and then punished according to the criminal law. The traditional punishment method for prisoners in Lome Town is mainly reflected in mental and personality punishment. After several days of long journey, I arrived in Lome Town that morning. There weren't many people on the street, people were probably going to work. There are no star-rated hotels here and there are very few hotels. It seems that the touriSM resources have not yet been developed. I finally found a hotel, which was not big, but very unique and quiet. In the hotel room, I took a shower and rested for a while. The beautiful scenery of the green mountains outside the window deeply attracted me, a traveler from the noisy city. Don’t let the beautiful scenery live up to you, I thought, so I took out my portable bag, picked up my camera bag, and walked out of the hotel. I walked along the stream in the town, against the direction of the stream, and walked up the mountain. The stream is so clear and transparent that it gently laps the rocks and trickles down. The air is also like clear stream water, fresh and sweet. I admired the beautiful scenery along the way and breathed in the fresh air greedily. Unknowingly, I was in a dense forest. As I walked, my eyes suddenly brightened. An open meadow appeared in the forest, with a stream winding through it. The grassland is full of colorful wild flowers in various shapes and forms. Colorful butterflies dance gracefully

, and melodious birdsong comes from the forest from time to time. Ah, the masterpiece of creation, so beautiful. I took out the camera, set up the stand, chose different angles, and took a dozen pictures in succession. I set a time for selfies and took a few pictures of myself. I suddenly thought that in such a beautiful scene with no artificial sculptures, I was wearing artificially sewn clothes, which really killed the scenery. I blushed with excitement at my fantasy. I looked around and listened. Apart from the chirping of birds and the sound of gurgling water, there were also human figures there! I took off my coat, bra, and panties, and was naked among the flowers and birds. Sometimes I ran among the flowers and plants, sometimes I leaned over to kiss the stamens, sometimes I lay down and listened with my eyes closed, sometimes I went to the camera to take nude photos. I played happily for an unknown amount of time. I felt tired and sat down. The soft grass tickled my exposed buttocks, Vagina and thighs, giving me a strange feeling. My hand accidentally touched my portable bag, and I couldn't help but feel shocked. There were my SM tools in there: ropes and vibrators! Another bold idea that made me blush with shame - in thisIn the clearing of the forest, play SM games! I took out the rope, folded it in half, made a SMall loop, put it on the back of my neck, passed it forward and down under my armpits, wrapped it twice around my arms, tightened it, tied the knot, and put the two strands of rope behind my back. Tie tightly and tie the knot so that your arms are pulled as far behind your back as possible by the rope. Then take out a one-meter-long rope and make it into a tight loop. One end is fixed on the SMall loop on the back of the neck, and the other end is put on a loop made of another rope. The diameter of the loop is just enough to pass through the bowls in both hands. . After the rope makeup on my upper body was ready, I inserted the vibrator into my Vagina and used another rope to make a Thong on my lower body to secure the vibrator in place. Turning on the switch of the oscillator, I quickly put my hands behind me, put my hands through the prepared rope sleeves behind my back, and pulled hard with my hands downwards. The tight pull sleeves were tightened, and my hands were firmly tied. behind. My self-binding method is based on the method I was tied up when I was paraded through the city, and was developed through repeated experiments. Once the zipper is tightened, there is no way to untie it by yourself except using a knife. I was a little worried again, did I have a knife in my pocket? I knelt on the soft grass, the vibrator under my Vagina kept vibrating, and I kept Moaning. In a forest clearing with few human traces, my moans became even more unbridled. I enjoyed the Pleasure of being tied without resTraint, forgetting time, myself, and everything else. The climax was like a tidal wave crashing on the shore, swallowing me up one wave after another. I was so happy that I died. I don’t know how much time passed, but I faintly heard footsteps. When I woke up, there were five or six men in uniforms surrounding me, looking at me in surprise. I also looked at them in surprise and horror. This was the first time I was naked and exposed in front of others, not to mention, my body was tied up, the vibrator in my Vagina was still beeping, and my face was full of lust! They all have armbands on their arms with the word ranger printed on them. I don't know when they came to me. Maybe it was my unbridled lustful voice that attracted them, or maybe they had been watching my lustful behavior for a long time. One of them asked me tentatively: "What's wrong with you? Miss." I was panicked and embarrassed, and I was already at a loss. I hesitated, not knowing how to answer. A bearded man came around behind me, and I felt his eyes fixed on my back. I really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in. The bearded man suddenly exclaimed: "She tied herself up!" I don't know how he figured it out, but I realized with horror that they would gang-rape me. What man would let go of a beautiful slut like me who is binding herself and having sex in the wild? I was frightened, frightened and ashamed, the hateful vibrator was still beeping in my Vagina. What surprised me even more was that as the bearded man screamed, they all stepped back involuntarily, as if they had suddenly encountered something terrible. They were talking about something far away from me. I quickly fumbled in my portable pocket with my hands tied behind my back, trying to find a knife, and immediately cut open my embarrassed look. However, in my panic, I couldn't find the knife. They walked back again. I thought my bad luck had come. Who should I blame?It’s really your own fault. There was no obscene expression on their faces, on the contrary, they were full of contempt and anger. I couldn't figure out what they were going to do with me. Just leave it to fate. The bearded man pulled the rope behind my back, pulled me up, and dragged me down the mountain, followed closely by the others. I was dragged down staggeringly, feeling even more frightened. I didn't know where they were taking me, and I didn't dare to ask. The leisurely mood I felt when I went up the mountain was gone. It seemed like we had been walking for a long time. My hands were tied, which made it more difficult to walk, let alone go down the mountain. Finally reaching the bottom of the mountain, I panicked even more. I thought they would take me to a secret residence and torture me to their heart's content. But they dragged me into the town with great arrogance, like a trophy after a hunt. The passers-by on the street were not particularly surprised, and they all glared at me with contempt. It was as if I had suddenly become a criminal that everyone hated. The funny thing is that I, the prisoner, am tied up by myself. I didn't dare to look up. It was the first time I was naked, tied up, and dragged down the street, in public, with a vibrator clamped under my Vagina. I suffered great humiliation. They took me to the only courtyard made of stone and bricks in this town. This was no ordinary courtyard. There were two big signs "Lomei Town Public Security Bureau" and "Lomei Town Detention Center" hanging on both sides of the gate. They really took me there. As a criminal. They took me to a room that looked like an interrogation room. There were two female police Officers in the room, and a woman was kneeling on the ground. She was wearing a gray prison uniform, and her hands were tied tightly behind her back in a similar way to mine. Her face could not be seen clearly, her head was hung low. The men who brought me here told the female police Officers about the process of "capturing" me, and repeatedly called me words like "Whore" and "slut". The two female police Officers glared at me while listening. After listening to their stories, a female police Officer walked up to me, pulled out the vibrator from my Vagina, and threw it to the ground. I shivered all over, and my Vagina, which had been full for a long time, was suddenly emptied, and I felt an indescribable Pleasure. Another female police Officer came up behind me and untied my Thong and bound hands. I didn't bother to move my already sore and numb arms, and instinctively covered the shade with my hands. I think this is the instinctive action of any woman who has been stripped naked and exposed in public. The female police Officer behind me forcefully twisted my arms behind my back. A white police rope came from nowhere and tied me up again. The way of tying me up was very similar to the way I tied myself up, except that it was tied up. His hands were tied even tighter, and his hands tied behind his back were almost lifted to his neck, and the rope was almost cut into his flesh. My body couldn't help but bend downward at 90 degrees, and the pain made me cry. I was about to protest when the female police Officer behind me shouted, "Kneel down!" Before I could react, she had me kneeling on the ground. Two female police Officers sat behind the trial table, and one asked me: "Name!" I was about to explain to them that I was a reporter here to interview, but I swallowed my words. How could I bring shame to my newspaper with such a lewd attitude? I can't think of a way to explain it clearly at the moment. "Mute?", the female police Officer became impatient. "Ai Fu," I hesitated. "Where are you from?" the policewoman asked again. "City-binder", I don't want to tell the truth. "Occupation!", the policewoman asked again. "Unemployed", I dare not say that I am a reporter. "Unemployed? A Prostitute!" another female police Officer added. The two female police Officers muttered a few words, went out with the "catch me" people, and locked the door. The female prisoner kneeling next to me grinned at me and said, "It must be prostitution. The tradition of the people here is that the punishment for sexual crimes is the cruelest!" I couldn't help but tremble all over, not knowing how to get out. The female prisoner added: "I am a thief, so my punishment will not be too severe. At noon, we will be taken to the central square of the town for public display. This is the tradition here. Before the prisoner formally commits suicide, he must be publicized." But the degree is different. For sex crimes, you have to be tied up in public and have to endure all kinds of humiliation from the people here. "I shuddered. I had learned about some of the weird laws here before the interview, but I didn't expect it to fall on my head. superior. I didn't commit any crime, I was just playing SM, so why would it bother them? I think, but how can I explain it clearly? No matter how shameless I am, I would not dare to tarnish my profession. The female prisoner was still chirping and telling me that it seemed like she felt much more relaxed with me acCompanying her in public. I was thinking hard about how to get out, but I didn't bother to pay attention to her. The two female police Officers came back again, holding two narrow white wooden boards in their hands, one with "Whore Ai Fu" written on it, and the other with "Thief Shili" written on it. A policewoman tied a Whore sign to my back and another to Shili's back. "Get up!", said the two female police Officers. We stood up, and two female police Officers held the ropes behind our backs and pushed us outside the house and walked on the street. It's already noon, and there are more people on the street. Pedestrians cast disdainful glances at me from time to time, and some spat at me. They are less resentful towards thieves. I lowered my head and walked, feeling that the road was very long. My naked breasts were rising and falling, and the most secret parts of a woman's body were all exposed to the public. I was so ashamed that I felt ashamed. Being paraded naked and tied up was so unbearable. Another female prisoner and I were taken to the central square. In the center of the square was a four-story tower. In front of the tower there are several wooden platforms four to five meters square and more than one meter high. There are two wooden piles on each wooden platform, with a beam between the two piles. The piles and beams are covered with iron rings and ropes. The female prisoner and I were escorted to two wooden platforms. The policewoman ordered me to kneel down. Many people gathered in the square. They all rushed to my stage, cursed at me and threw dirt at me. The sunshine at noon in summer is like fire, making me sweat. I knelt on the stage in shame, naked, with my hands tied behind my back, and a brand of shame on my back, kneeling in front of the public, in full view of the public. A woman's dignity and privacy were stripped naked. In the ruthless humiliation, I felt inexplicably excited, and my lower body was actually a little wet. I felt even more ashamed of it. A woman, kneeling naked in front of everyone, can still be excited and can still leak sexual fluids. I am notWhore, what is she? Just like that, I was kneeling under the scorching sun at noon, my knees were swollen and painful, my arms were sore and numb, and my eyes were going dark. Time and space seemed to have stagnated, and people's curses became more and more distant. Only a trace of primitive desire crawled on my bound and naked body, devouring my dignity. The water in my lower body remained more and more, and I moaned lustfully as orgasms flooded me again and again. My obscene and ugly appearance angered the onlookers. They came up, dragged me up, wrapped a thicker rope around my arms tied behind my back, lifted me up, and hung me on the beams of two wooden stakes. Then he spread my legs as wide as possible and tied them to the wooden stakes on both sides. My private parts were exposed to the public with the greatest openness. I felt even more ashamed and humiliated. Shame makes my Vagina flow more and more, and my desire burns like fire. Someone inserted something hard into my Vagina, and I howled in pain and lust. Someone tied the hard object inserted into my Vagina tightly with a rope, and someone used a writing brush to write on my breasts, as if they were "Whores." Someone stabbed my breasts with nails, and someone whipped me from behind. I don't know where they got these weapons from, maybe on this stand. The pain, tears, lust, and humiliation all mixed together, making it unbearable and uncontrollable. I almost collapsed. The public demonstration lasted for more than two hours. When I was escorted back, my whole body was so weak that I collapsed on the ground. Two female police Officers also ordered me to kneel facing the wall and kicked me several times. My whole body was in excruciating pain, and my arms, which were tied behind my back, were so numb that they seemed to have left my body. I had to endure it and knelt facing the wall with my head hanging down. The heavy and shameful guilt card on my back had not been removed. It seemed that the word "Whore" on my breasts could never be washed away. The two female police Officers were looking through my clothes brought back by the group that "captured" me. After rummaging through my clothes, they suddenly screamed and quickly left. After a while, three people seemed to come in. A person quickly walked up behind me, looked at me with a straight face, looked at the thing in her hand for a long time, then quickly pulled me up and untied the rope from my body. I tried my best to move my almost unconscious arms, and saw clearly a woman who looked like a police Officer, holding my press card and letter of introduction in her hand. She kept apologizing to me and said, why didn't you tell me earlier, those rangers made a mistake, and we also made mistakes in our work. Two female police Officers helped me get dressed, looking apologetic. The female police Officer said: "We will definitely compensate you. Comrade journalists, please don't -" I said feebly: "Thank you for letting me realize my dream." The three police Officers were frightened and thought that what I said It's an irony, and you keep acknowledging my guilt. I declined their offer to stay, returned to my residence, packed my bags, and left Lome Town overnight. Part 3 of the SadomasochiSM Dream Trilogy: Shooting A ray of dark light shines through the very tall and SMall round hole of the death row cell, and very reluctantly shines on a corner of the cell. I was completely naked, with iron hoops tightly wrapped around my wrists and ankles. The hoops were so tight and natural that I thought they were an indispensable part of my body. An iron chain about a foot long is connected between the two feet.On the iron ring, at the joint in the middle of the iron chain, two one-meter-long iron chains branch upward and are fixed to the iron rings on both wrists. The iron chain between his legs was too short. When he walked, he twisted his buttocks and took SMall steps. The iron rings between the feet and wrists are also too short. When standing, the waist is hunched forward, the buttocks are raised high back, and the breasts hang loosely. For me, the most comfortable position is kneeling. I don’t know how many days I spent on death row. During this period, I was constantly being interrogated and taken back. Because of the shackles, the police could not put me into prison uniform. During several court hearings, they covered my naked body with a fig leaf. The verdict has been handed down, and my death date is getting closer and closer. At first, I was naked and shackled, and was brought to and fro for questioning. I still felt ashamed and was excited by shame. Over time, that sense of shame was lost due to habit. Therefore, I am not afraid of my death date. On the contrary, I am looking forward to that moment. The reason why I became a death row prisoner was to experience the extreme torture of having my life taken away from me. The shackles on my body were not imposed by the police, but were worn before I was imprisoned and cannot be removed. I knelt on the death row, using the stingy light from the SMall round hole, holding a pen in my hand, reCalling the happy and painful, exciting and humiliating, gratifying and bitter past before I became a death row... There are some things in my personality. Because of my masochistic tendencies, I once used my status as a reporter to experience the Pleasure of being tied up and paraded through the streets in Fengcheng, and once again enjoyed the Pleasure of being tied up and paraded naked in Lome Town. However, being abused is not everything in my life. I love my career and am happy to work hard for it. Occasionally, after a busy day at work, I would hide in my room alone, tie myself up, and enjoy the Pleasure of self-abuse alone. However, since I met him, he has amplified the potential masochiSM in my personality to the extreme, making my whole life full of sadomasochiSM. Our acquaintance was full of romance. After an interview in the outskirts of Yucheng, it was already very late and it started to rain heavily. I didn’t bring an umbrella and was soaked to the skin. I stood at the intersection anxiously waiting for the bus. There were very few taxis in the suburbs, and it was a rainy night. When I was anxious, a Meifu car stopped in front of me, the door opened, and a kind face with sunken eyes, somewhat depressed eyes, and a very kind expression appeared in the car. "Going back to the city? Get in the car.", he asked simply. I rely on a woman’s intuition that he is not a ringer. I sat calmly in the passenger seat. My clothes were too wet, so I rolled up my soaked sleeves. The car drove away and I looked at his car. It was very clean. There was a statue of a bound girl on the car window sill. Her shy expression was very lifelike. I blushed and my heart skipped a beat. "What do you do?" he asked. "Reporter." I said. "It's not like that," he said. "Why?" I asked. "You have rope marks on your arms, like a prisoner," he said. I subconsciously rolled back my rolled-up sleeves, panicking in my heart. Last night, I just tortured myself once. Because the binding was too tight, the red rope marks were still visible.So when I go to work, I purposely wear a long-sleeved top. The scandal was revealed, and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t answer, and he didn’t ask further questions. The car continued to run in the wind and rain. "You have a masochistic tendency in your character." He suddenly said something again, his voice was very firm, and there was no blasphemous expression on his face. The perversion in my personality is my privacy and I will never tell anyone. However, his words seemed to have a magnetic force that grabbed me deep in my heart. "How do you know!" I couldn't help but answer. I regretted it so much after I said it. Didn't I admit it to myself? I lowered my head in embarrassment. "You are very honest. In fact, that is not a problem. There is no need for you to feel inferior and there is no need to hide it." He said, his voice still full of magnetiSM. My soul seems to be naked in his magnetic voice. I suddenly felt that we had known each other a long, long time ago. "But, how can a girl dare to publicize such a thing?" I lowered my head, not daring to look at him. The car continued to speed, and the rain became heavier and heavier. We both fell silent. Before I knew it, I had arrived in the city. The car passed through several blocks and stopped in front of a very quiet villa. "We're here," he said, casually taking out the car keys. "Where are you?" I was a little scared. "Home," he said, his voice firm. "It's not my Home!" I said. "It's yours. From now on, you can't leave this Home." He said, got out of the car and opened the door on my side. "What are you going to do?" I was so panicked that I almost shouted. A pair of strong hands took me out of the car. I wanted to shout, but a big hand tightly covered my mouth. I was carried into the house, placed on the sofa, and the lights were turned on. I rubbed my eyes and saw a large, luxuriously decorated living room. "What do you want?" After being hugged by him, I wasn't afraid anymore. I asked angrily. "Let you experience the highest state of being abused." His words were serious, and there was no obscenity in his expression. "I want to call the police!" I shouted, not afraid, but a little eager. "Call the police. If I misjudge you, I'm willing to go to jail." He actually handed me the phone. I'm a little overwhelmed. "But, we are not familiar with each other, and it is not allowed to do such a thing." I softened. "You already trust me," he said. "That's wishful thinking on your part." I said. "When I hugged you, I knew I had conquered you." He said. "Nonsense." I countered. "When I first hugged you, you struggled hard. After a while, you became very well-behaved. I was right." He explained. I couldn't help but be stunned. I struggled in his arms for a while. His strong arms resTrained me tightly. That force suddenly made me feel an inexplicable sense of comfort. I actually calmed down, as if he was enjoying myself. A hug from the man you love most. "No." My answer was very weak. "I won't force you. If you really don't like it, you can leave. I will give you a gift." He said, picking up the car keys on the coffee table. I immediately stood up and turned aroundWalk towards the door. He followed me. My heart was pounding, and there seemed to be a huge force behind me, tying my legs. When I was approaching the door, the force stopped me. I turned around suddenly and almost ran into his arms. "What's your name?" I asked, staring into his eyes. "Hu Wei, what about you?" He SMiled, feeling relieved. "Han Mei." I didn't hide it. "It's a very nice name, Qishang Aoxue." He said with a SMile. I stayed, and he asked me to change into dry clothes and made me coffee. We sat on the sofa and talked all night. Astronomy, geography, ancient and modern times, China and foreign countries, we talked about everything, including each other's attitudes and feelings towards SM. I also told him without any concealment my experiences of being paraded through the streets in Bie City and being paraded naked in Lome Town. In his eyes, that is not the ultimate state of SM. I have asked him many times what the highest state of SM is like, and he always SMiles and says that I will experience it in the future, and it cannot be described in words now. It was already daylight, and I felt a little sleepy, so I said, "It's time for me to go back." "Okay, I'll see you off. Welcome to come." He stood up and prepared to see me off. "Definitely." I said knowingly. On this day, I asked for leave and had a good sleep at Home. His magnetic words and strong arms have always accompanied me in my dreams. In the evening, I called him, and his car quickly arrived downstairs at my house. He took me to the secluded villa again. This time, he led me to the study room on the second floor. The study room is elegantly decorated and filled with a light aroma of books. Four hanging rings hanging from the roof attracted my attention. I vaguely guessed its purpose and couldn't help but blush. I buried my face on his shoulder and said coquettishly: "You are a bad guy, you must have harmed many girls." "I was married once and have been single since the divorce. Really, you are the first and the last ." He looked aggrieved. "I believe it," I said, "let's get started." Because of shyness, I buried my head deeper. He kissed me affectionately, then suddenly pushed me away and said, "From now on, you must obey my orders." I lowered my head and obeyed. "Take off your clothes!" he ordered. "Don't be like this." I said shyly. I have never taken off my clothes in front of a man, including in front of my husband. "You will be punished for your hesitation," he said, very seriously. I slowly took off my shirt and pants. Then slowly unhooked the bra and slowly took off the panties. I was already standing naked in front of him, with my hands folded on my chest and my head lowered in embarrassment. I looked at him secretly, and his eyes were a little strange, as if he was greedily admiring my beautiful body. He took out the rope from the drawer and came behind me. I obediently put my hands behind my back. He first entangled my hands, then passed them forward under my breasts, passed them through the rope behind my back, then looped them around my breasts and tied them behind my back. Finally, thread the remaining rope lengthwise through both arms to further strengthen it. I know that this is a Japanese binding method, as it requires tying both sides firstHands, so I couldn't try it while I was binding myself. He ordered me to lower my head and bend over, so my breasts hung loosely. He then used a rope to tie my breasts tightly at the base of my breasts. My breasts became like inflated red balloons, standing shyly in front of my chest. He tied a Thong on my lower body with a rope and tied a knot in my labia. The rope was tied very tightly, and the knot was buried deep in my Vagina. The rope in my butt groove was also deep in my Anus. For the first time in my life, I was naked and tied up by a man I had only known for a day. Her breasts were tied tightly and swollen. His hands and arms were tied tighter and felt numb. The knot in my Vagina rubbed against my clitoris and I couldn't help but moan. He ordered me to kneel on the ground and raise my buttocks. Then he whipped my ass hard with the whip. I shouted loudly. He didn't gag me, maybe his place was secluded. I could feel that my SMooth buttocks had been carved with many criss-crossing blood-red whip marks. I kept Moaning and my lower body was already wet. After the whipping, he ordered me to kneel down and not move. If I moved, I would be punished more severely. Then he closed the door and went out. I suddenly felt abandoned, and I knelt there obediently, really not daring to move. I don’t know how much time passed, but he came back and insisted that I had moved. I said I was wronged, and he said he would punish me for talking back. He took out a thicker rope and tied it tightly around my upper body, legs, and feet. He passed the rope up through the hanging rings on the roof, and I was hung up high. The whole weight of the body was pressed on the rope, and the rope was tightened even tighter. The first time I was hung, I felt both painful and ecstatic. I don’t know how long I was hung up, and I don’t know how many times I was hit by orgasm, but he finally let me go. He also took off his clothes, and his solid muscles dazzled me. I knelt on the ground with my butt raised in the air. His thick thing, together with the vaginal knot, were inserted into my lower body at the same time. My lower body seemed to be bursting. He kept pumping and his hands kept kneading my tightly bound breasts. I kept Moaning, please spare me, but he kept twitching. We both reached climax. He carried me to the bedroom, put me on the bed, and kissed every part of my body. Then he slowly untied the rope for me. I didn't go Home that night. I lay in his arms and fell asleep sweetly. The next morning, he got up early and prepared breakfast. After eating, I said, "Wei, I have to go to work today." "Were you happy last night?" He asked with a SMile. "Bad guy. I'm so happy. It's the first time I'm so happy." I said and kissed his forehead. "That was just a SMall experience," he said. "You haven't reached the extreme level of masochistic happiness." "Then what does it mean?" I couldn't help asking. "The masochistic Pleasure you experience is only in your leisure time and when you need it. Other than that, you no longer experience masochistic Pleasure." He said, "I want to make your whole life It is full of masochistic colors, allowing you to experience the joy of masochiSM all the time." "How is that possible?" I don't believe it. "Let's do it now," he said. "Take off your clothes first." I took off my nightgown andWearing nothing on her face, she stood naked in front of him again. He found a thinner rope, put it on the back of my neck, wrapped it around my upper arms, tied it tightly, and pulled it tightly behind my back. Pass the rope under the back of the neck and pull it tight downwards. I tried this Chinese binding method at the Fucheng Detention Center. However, he did not tie my hands, but tied another circle of rope around my slender waist. He passed the rope that bound my arms through the rope loop on my back, passed down through the buttocks groove, and tied a knot under the labia. , then go up, pass the rope in front of the waist, turn it back, and tie it tightly behind the back. In this way, my whole body had to be pushed back. Although my hands were free, my whole body felt sore and numb whenever I moved. He made me bend over again, and tightened my breasts, which were hanging down due to bending over, at the base of my breasts. After my rope suit was tied up, my whole body was tightened. Especially the movement of the hands increases the sense of tightness. "Get dressed, you can go to work. The top should be short-sleeved, as long as it can cover the rope." He said. "What, like this?" I was surprised, "What if my colleagues find out?" "Just because you are afraid of being discovered by your colleagues, your whole day will be full of masochiSM. Go, go to work , go experience it, and don’t come back to my place at night, go Home directly. As for how to explain it to your husband, I think you will find a way." He said very firmly, not allowing me to distinguish. Because the rope tied behind my back was pulled down too tightly, my upper body had to be straightened. It was awkward to walk, and my body was like a stiff steel plate. The knot in my Vagina kept rubbing my clitoris, itching and irritating to the point where I didn't know what to do. I didn't dare to squeeze into the bus, so I took a taxi to my work. I quickly sat down at my desk and lowered my head to sort out the mAnuscript. My colleagues didn't discover my secret, but I felt like they did and were secretly talking about me. The director called me and asked me to come over. I stood up. The knot in my Vagina was like a bug. Every step I took, it bit my clitoris, making me want to moan. The director arranged an interview task for me. I made excuses to shirk it, but the director refused, so I had to go there with my camera. The interview was very awkward. When my arms moved, the ropes all over my body, especially the knots in my Vagina, would take the opportunity to bite me unscrupulously. My tied breasts were also swollen and uncomfortable. I wanted to moan but didn’t dare. It made me sweat profusely. After finally waiting until the interview was over, I returned to the unit and sorted out the interview transcript in front of the computer. He put his hands on the keyboard with great difficulty, pulling on the ropes all over his body and tightening them even more. His arms had turned purple due to poor blood circulation. As soon as the head is lowered, the rope at the back of the neck will pull the ropes all over the body, making the ropes in the Anus and Vagina tighter, which is painful and irritating. The breasts also seemed to explode, they were so hot, it was more like a pair of big hands constantly kneading them. The whiplash on my buttocks seemed to be starting to heal, but it was very itchy and painful. Her lower body was already wet, and the seat was soaked with Semen. I bit my lips tightly, afraid of making a lewd sound. I was sweating profusely, and after a lot of effort, I finally finished the mAnuscript. The rope strangled me so much that I always had the urge to pee. When I peeed, it was very difficult. When I squatted down, the rope seemed to pull me out.I was strangled. After get off work, going Home has become a burden for me. How do I face my husband with this look? I love my husband very much. He is upright, cultured, reasonable, and has a righteous face. Perhaps because of his righteousness, I have always been ashamed to tell him about my masochistic tendencies. "Maybe he will like me looking like this?" I thought, and returned Home uneasy. My husband has already prepared the food, but because I have something in my heart, the food doesn't taste good. After dinner, we watched TV for a while. I stayed far away from him, and he didn't notice anything unusual about me. Before going to bed, I secretly changed into my pajamas and got into bed first. My husband came to hug me and noticed the abnormality in my body. He lifted up my pajamas and was surprised. "What's going on?" He stared wide-eyed and looked at the ropes on my upper body, lower body, and breasts, confused. "New way to lose weight." I know this reason is not valid. I am already slim enough, but there is no other reason. My husband turned my body over and was even more surprised when he saw the whiplash on my buttocks. "What's going on?" he asked, his eyes becoming more severe. "You should stay out of women's affairs." I covered myself with a quilt and lied to him. He took off the quilt again and said, "Xiaomei, let me untie it for you." "Don't worry about it, I'm happy with it." I covered the quilt again and continued to cheat. "Xiaomei, I don't have to ask who made you like this, but tomorrow, I will take you to see a psychiatrist, okay?" My husband is really well-educated, and I feel a little sorry for him. We have been married for more than two years. Due to work requirements, I am often away from Home and rarely come Home. He has never complained. I love him very much, and he loves me too, but it seems that he cannot understand the masochistic tendencies in my character. "Did I cheat on him? But, before getting married, there was a girl who could say such a thing to her fiancé." I thought that if I had the chance, I would confess to him clearly. My husband didn't say anything, and seemed to hate my behavior. He took the quilt and went to the sofa in the living room. The rope has been wreaking havoc on my body for a day, and my whole body is numb and painful. I was lying on the bed, and even regretted that my hands were not tied. That way, I could more fully experience the helpless joy of being tied to sleep. The next day, I got up early and ran to Wei's residence. I hurriedly said to Wei: "Untie me quickly. I want it convenient." Wei took off my clothes and only untied the rope around my lower body, and I hurriedly ran to the Bathroom. When we came out, Wei sat me down on the chair again, spread my legs, and tied them to two table legs respectively. My private parts were all exposed in front of him and I felt very embarrassed. He ordered me to masturbate and I was reluctant. As a woman, masturbating in front of a man is very shameful. "You will be punished." He said as he took my hand and put it into my Vagina. My fingers touched my clit and I shivered. I rubbed it gently, and the inside became increasingly wet and slippery, and I moaned. He untied the rope around my legs, tied my hands behind my back, and made me kneel on the ground. He brought two huge electric Dildos and inserted them into meof the Vagina and Anus. It was inserted very deep, as if it was going to pierce my body. The two cocks squirmed rhythmically, and I kept howling, quickly reaching climax. I lost all my strength and collapsed on the ground. Wei did not stop torturing me. He fixed the penis in my two Vaginas with a rope, carried me to the study, hung me on the roof, closed the door and left. "Put me down, I still have interview duties today." I yelled at the top of my lungs. There was the sound of a car starting outside the house, and he was already gone. The two penises were still squirming, and my body was also twisting and swinging on the roof, feeling extremely painful. At noon, Wei came back and brought three strange men with him. He put me down and removed the electric Dildo. One of the men pushed his penis into my mouth. It tasted terrible. Another man was behind me, inserting his penis into my Vagina. After being tied up all day and night yesterday, hung up all morning, and stimulated by two electric Dildos all morning, my body couldn't bear it anymore. I only felt that the man's penis in my Vagina was like a whip, beating mercilessly. My tender labia. After the man behind him was done, he sprayed Semen on my face, inserted the man's penis into my mouth, and ejaculated into my mouth. The Semen on his face was sticky and had a fishy SMell. The Semen ejaculated into my mouth made me cough. The other man's penis entered me mercilessly and ejaculated onto my breasts. I was being gang-raped by them and felt very humiliated. Wei did not stop torturing me. He inserted a piece of wood into my back with the words "Whore Han Mei" written on it and ordered me to kneel in the yard. I don't know whether I crawled out or walked out. In short, I was exhausted. I knelt in the yard, under the noon sun. The hot sun burned my naked body with pain. I have a masochistic tendency in my personality, but I have never been tortured, abused, and humiliated so relentlessly and endlessly. I endured it silently, knowing that Wei was using cruel means such as making me masturbate in front of him and letting strange men gang-rape me, to satisfy my growing desire for masochiSM under his training. I was thirsty and hungry, but I persisted in enduring the torture Wei gave me. Wei is not the kind of man I love. I only love my husband. However, Wei is like the master of the dark corner of my heart. In that corner where no sunlight can be seen, I am willing to be his slave, willing to be insulted by him, tortured by him, driven by him, and enjoy every part of my body. One place. The torture is not over. I persisted in kneeling in the yard all afternoon. In the evening, Wei called me in. The stinky men who gang-raped me left at some point. I took the initiative to kneel in front of them and called "Master". Wei seemed to be overjoyed. He probably didn't expect that the torture and training of me would go so SMoothly. Little did he know that I was too cheap. Wei brought a basin of water and injected water into my Anus with a large syringe. A basin of water was quickly injected into my body. My belly was bulging and I felt a strong sense of oppression in my body. I couldn't help it anymore, and with a little force, the water in my body spurted out. I feel it in my veinSMy blood also gushed out, and I was so exhausted that I no longer had any strength left. Wei still didn't let me go. He dripped wax oil on my body, burning me until I screamed for mercy, but he ignored me at all. It wasn't until I was covered with wax all over my body, like bloody wounds, that he stopped, put out the wax, and inserted it into my Vagina. Then he took a whip and whipped me blindly. I cried out for mercy in pain and rolled on the ground. The solidified candle on his body was whipped by the whip, and the wax dripped everywhere, like blood. After he had beaten me enough, he found chains, tied my feet and legs, and went back to the bedroom. I was lying on the cool floor, naked, with cool iron chains tied to my legs, my hands tied behind my back, unable to move my limbs. I couldn't figure out whether I fell asleep or passed out. I felt like I was dead and my numb body no longer belonged to me. I thought vaguely that being whipped and tied up, and the genitals being humiliated, compared with death, were really not considered abuse. Being deprived of life was the greatest abuse. In a blur, I imagined the moment of joy when I was bound to the execution ground and shot. I was awakened by this thought and saw Wei standing in front of me. It was already dawn. Wei untied the rope for me, opened the shackles, helped me take a shower, put a coat on me, and cooked oatmeal for me. Then, he helped me to the bed, covered me with a quilt, and said softly: "Mei, I tortured and humiliated you all day and night. Do you hate me?" "I like it. You can enjoy my body." I Answer softly. Wei seemed a little emotional. He stroked my hair and said, "I am an extremely sadistic person. I hate myself very much. My Wife divorced me because she couldn't stand my abuse. I want to change, but I can't." , but it is even more painful. God blessed me and gave you to me. I will cherish it and let you enjoy the highest masochistic Pleasure." "What is the highest masochistic state?" I asked, thinking in my heart. yearn for. "The highest cruelty is the deprivation of life." He said. "It's so scary. Will you kill me?" I asked, not afraid. "You won't be able to experience it if I kill you," he said. "Then, how can I experience it?" I asked. "Unless you commit a capital crime and are shot. The moment you are shot, you will experience it." He said. "But, I don't dare to kill anyone. I can't commit a capital crime." I said. "I will help you." He said, looking a little sad. I didn't continue to ask him how to fulfill me. I was exhausted and gradually fell into sleep. The next day, I went to work. He still tied up my arms, but didn't tie the knot around my lower body. He said that I needed to be tied up for a while until I could feel the joy of sadomasochiSM all the time even without being tied up. At work, the rope on my body always reminds me that I am being abused. This thought often makes me blush. My colleagues all said that I seemed to have changed as a person, becoming shy, slimmer and more lovable. I knew in my heart that this was all caused by the rope tied to my body. I’ve been very busy at work these days. I have a lot of interview tasks during the day, and I also have a lot of interviews at night.I had to catch up on a mAnuscript, so I didn't go to Wei's place for several days. My husband asked me several times about the cause of my whiplash, but I kept him away. He still kept urging me to see a psychiatrist. He still couldn't stand the rope tied to my body. I asked him to have sex at night, but he was not interested. Unless, he said, I took off the pesky string. I ignored him and was happy and peaceful. After a busy week, I’m finally done. On Saturday, I arrived at Wei's residence. As soon as I entered the door, I obediently took off my clothes, knelt in front of him, and said, "Master, I miss you so much." Wei untied the rope from my body, replaced it with a new one, and tied me up again. Tighter. Then, he put me in a windbreaker and took me to his car. We drove to a hill in the suburbs. He took off my windbreaker, hung me from a tree, and then beat me with branches. I was so excited that I climaxed while hanging upside down on the tree under his whipping. He took another roll of nude photos of me being bound in the wild. In one of them, I was kneeling among the flowers, with my head slightly lowered, my hands tied, my breasts high, and my face full of shyness. He liked it very much. Later, after enlarging it, it hung in his bedroom. We had a picnic, but instead of untying me, he made me lie down on the ground and fed me like a puppy. At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, he put a windbreaker on me and took me down the mountain. When we got to the bottom of the mountain, he said that he suddenly thought of a new way to torture me, and I couldn't wait to try it. He took off my windbreaker, tied me to a tree, and wrote the word "Whore" on my breasts. Then, he drove away and told me to pick me up in the evening. I shouted at his car as he drove away, "This won't work, I will be in danger!" He ignored me. The wind was very strong at the foot of the mountain. I felt very cold and scared. Today is the weekend, and there must be a lot of people here to play. If they are seen... I don't dare to think about it anymore. A couple slowly walked over and were surprised to see me like this. The woman quickly dragged the man away, but the man still looked a little reluctant to leave, looking back from time to time. Many people came one after another at the foot of the mountain, and they all gathered around. I was so embarrassed that I lowered my head and didn't dare to look. People talked a lot, especially about the word "Whore" on my breasts. Listen to them, even if the Wife is really having an affair outside, she shouldn't be so humiliated. A few kind-hearted people came over and asked to untie it for me, but I shook my head desperately and said no. No one was sure of the reason, and no one wanted to cause trouble. Seeing that I didn't agree to loosen the restrictions, they didn't ask for anything more. No one left, they just stood around watching and talking. No one seems to want to see the scenery on the mountain anymore, and I have become a beautiful scenery here. There are many men among the onlookers. They may have evil thoughts, but for the sake of face, they have to pretend to be gentlemen in public. But I felt a little bit lost for no reason. It was getting dark, and the onlookers dispersed one after another. It was getting darker, and the wind rustled the leaves. I knew there were no wild beasts in this hill, but it was still a bit creepy. The mosquitoes found the delicious food and buzzed around me.How many bites have been received. It was getting darker and darker, and I waited anxiously, wondering why Wei hadn't come yet. Suddenly a SMall animal appeared in front of me and ran into the woods. I was so frightened that I actually wanted to defecate. I endured it, and about an hour passed. I couldn't bear it anymore and let the fluid in my bladder leak out from my lower body. It was the first time in my life that I peeed standing up, and it felt weird. Wei finally came. I saw the car lights in the distance, like a savior. He untied me from the tree without untying me. Asked me: "Have you met a pervert?" "I just met you." I complained. We returned to his place, but he still didn’t let me go. He made love to me and fell asleep with my naked and tied body in his arms. Work has become busy again, and I haven't been to Wei's place for several days. This evening, after dinner, I watched TV with my husband. My cell phone rang suddenly, and when I saw it, it was Wei. I quickly ran into the bedroom and heard Wei say on the phone: "Take off all your clothes! Then masturbate and moan into the phone." "No, I'm at Home, and my husband is too," I said hurriedly. "You must always experience the feeling of being abused. Stop talking nonsense and do it quickly." His voice was majestic and irresistible. I shamelessly took off my clothes, massaged my lower body with my hands, and moaned into the phone. Wei on the phone was very satisfied. My lewd words alarmed my husband. He rushed into the bedroom and saw my lewd appearance with my arms tied with ropes. He flew into a rage. He snatched my phone and threw it out of the window. He then gave me two A slap in the face. I was in the midst of excitement and was even more excited by him. I threw myself into his arms and said breathlessly: "husband, I want you." He threw me on the bed and yelled at me: "Who is on the phone?" This was the first time I saw my husband hair like this. Huo, also a little scared, muttered: "Yes, it's a Colleague from the work, she's a woman, we are playing games." "Look at you, what you are like now, you are neither human nor ghost, hurry up and get rid of you Take off the rope!" My husband shouted to me. "I, I can't untie it myself." I muttered. My husband turned around and went to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors, pulled me over, cut the ropes that had been tied to my body for four or five days with a click, and left me on the bed. "Get dressed, I want to have a good talk with you." My husband turned around and went to the living room. "I won't listen to your scolding." I whispered, without getting dressed, but got into the bed. I know my husband's temper. As long as I act like a spoiled brat, he can't do anything to me. I was arranged to interview out of town. I called my husband to say goodbye and came to Wei's residence. I wanted him to tie a rope to me again. I was used to the feeling of being tied to work, and I preferred the ever-present masochistic atmosphere created by the rope. Wei not only tied my arms, but also tied several diamond shapes on my body with ropes, leaving a noose behind my back, and told me that I could tie my hands behind my back at any time. I was very excited, put on the rope suit Wei made for me, and set foot on the long-distance Train. In the car, I kept thinking about the highest level of torture--shooting. I'm afraid thisI can no longer experience it in this life, and I feel dejected. I was very tired from the interviews during the day. When I returned to the hotel at night, I went to bed early. In the middle of the night, the phone rang and it was Wei. He gave me another order, asking me to tie my hands into the noose he had reserved, and then go outside naked. This time I did not obey his orders completely, and I will not accept the orders of the foreign king. I couldn't walk out of the hotel lobby naked, there was a man on duty at the bar. I put on my windbreaker, then put my hands behind my back, put them through the noose Wei made for me, and pulled down. The noose tightened, and my hands were tied tightly, and I could no longer move freely. Only then did I remember that I still don’t know how to untie it! Let's go out first and then talk. I walked out of the lobby, walked out of the hotel, found a more secluded street, and shook off my windbreaker on the fence on the side of the road. The cloak fell on the fence, and I thought again, how can I put it back on? The dim street lights shone on the quiet road. It was past midnight. There were no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, a few cars passed by at high speeds. No one noticed that there was a naked man on this street. The woman, tied up, walked alone on a strange road. The night is beautiful and the air is fresh. The cool evening breeze blows on my body, which is very pleasant. I was excited again and my lower body was a little wet. I simply sat on the railing and squirmed back and forth. The cold railing rubbed my tender labia, as if it was going to grind her into pieces. I moaned softly, the night breeze matched the rhythm, and Pleasure filled my body. In a strange city, on a strange street, naked and tightly tied, I had sex with the cold road railings in the silent midnight, and I actually reached a climax. I knelt on the road, my head hanging low, and I was repenting for my lowliness and shamelessness. A terrible consciousness gradually expanded and became clear in the darkness of my soul, that is, at this moment, I suddenly felt in my mind that what I was kneeling on was not the road, but the execution ground. The people watching the excitement stood at a distance, and behind me was a row of armed policemen with guns, who were about to execute me. I shouted softly in my heart, "Just shoot me, I'm a heinous slut!" The gunshot rang out, and an unprecedented Pleasure washed over my body, "I was shot, I was shot. Shot!", the soul shouted. The sound of the car horn woke me up from my sadistic fantasy. I was shocked to find that the labia of my lower body were mixed with dust and dirty, and I was already lying paralyzed on the road. I struggled to get up, returned to the railing where I had shaken off my windbreaker, and squatted down with my back to the windbreaker. Using the hands tied behind his back, he picked up the windbreaker, sat on the ground with his shoulders just touching the shoulders of the windbreaker, stood up straight, and reluctantly put the windbreaker on his body. I hurriedly walked to the hotel, reached the lobby, turned sideways towards the bar and moved towards the elevator. Although the windbreaker was draped over the body, it could not cover the front. At this moment, I am most afraid of meeting people head-on. Finally I got on the elevator, but there was no one in it. I moved to my room. Fortunately, I didn't lock the door. When I got to the room, I used my tied hands to find a knife from my bag with difficulty, and cut off the noose on my hands. My hands were free, but I secretly regretted it. I quickly poured hot waterTake a bath and wash off the dirt on your body, especially the ropes tied to your body. After all this trouble, I was extremely exhausted. I lay on the soft bed of the hotel and quickly fell asleep. Unknowingly, I have known Wei for almost a year. During this year, he has tried every means to torture me, abuse me, and insult me. I was naked, with my hands tied behind my back, and I knelt under the midday sun in summer, in the cold snow in winter, and was hung from a tree in the mountains. I was forced to walk naked on the street in the middle of the night. She masturbated in front of her husband, was gang-raped by strange men, had wax dripped on her, was given an enema, the list goes on and on. Even in his daily work, his arms are tied with ropes. My life is full of masochiSM, and I experience the joy of being tortured, abused, and humiliated all the time. On the first anniversary of our acquaintance, Wei said to me excitedly: "The torture device I designed for you is finally completed." "I really want to try it!" I said excitedly. The two of us drove to a SMall steel rolling mill in the suburbs. We got out of the car and Wei took me to a workshop. A tall worker named Master Huo in the workshop took us to a lathe. Master Huo took out four shiny black iron rings and three iron chains. Each iron ring was composed of a pair of half rings. The open sides of each pair of half-rings are rolled flat to form the lugs. There are three little finger-thick holes on the earrings, arranged in a triangle. The lugs of the two half-rings face each other, and the holes on the lugs face each other, and are connected by thin lines to form a complete iron ring. There are three iron chains, two are one meter long and one is one foot long. Each oval-shaped SMall iron ring that makes up the iron chain is nested together. The SMall iron rings are completely natural, with no welding gaps. The SMall iron rings at both ends of each iron chain are rolled into flat thick sheets, and there are three SMall holes on them, arranged in a triangle, as if matching the iron rings. "These iron chains and hoops are all made of special materials." Master Huo pointed to his products and said, "Unless they are melted at a high temperature of 9,000 degrees, no instrument can cut them." Wei Wei After weighing the hoops and chains, he seemed satisfied and nodded. He picked up the SMaller iron ring, tore off the thin wire connecting the two half-rings, and clasped it on my wrist, making it just right. He picked up a slightly larger iron ring, squatted down, and buckled it on my ankle, which was just right. It seems that he specially made it for me. "Take off your clothes." Wei said to me. I hesitated for a while, but quickly took off my clothes. Master Huo was surprised. "Bring it to her, and I'll give you some more money. Whatever happens will have nothing to do with you." Wei said to Master Huo. Master Huo looked at me in astonishment, and I nodded to her to express my agreement. Master Huo hesitated for a while, then motioned to Wei to pick me up. Wei picked me up and Master Huo put my left foot on the machine next to me. He fastened a pair of larger half iron rings on my left ankle, sandwiched the thick flat piece at one end of the one-foot-long iron chain between the pair of ring ears on the inside of my legs, and placed Insert black iron pillars as thick as your little finger into the three holes. Three black iron pillars were also inserted into the three holes of the earrings on the outside of the legs. The machine roared with a loud noise, and the iron pillar fastened to the inner ring of my ankle was flattened, almostBecome one with the ring ear. A huge heat also spread to my ankles at the same time, and I screamed as I was burned. Master Huo moved my left foot, and there was a loud noise, and I was burned and screamed again. The three iron pillars on the outer ear of his left ankle were also flattened. The iron ring was firmly fixed on my left ankle, close to the flesh, and the inner ring was connected to the one-foot-long iron chain. Master Huo also put my right foot on the machine. With two loud noises and my shouting, the iron ring on my right foot was also tied around my ankle. Between the iron rings on both feet was a black iron chain that was only a foot long. In the middle of this short iron chain, there is also a flattened thick piece with three holes as thick as a little finger. Master Huo strung the thick pieces at one end of the two one-meter long iron chains together with three black iron pillars, and strung them on the thick piece in the middle of the anklet. With the loud noise of the machine, two pieces of one meter long iron chains were strung together. The long iron chain is fixed in the middle of the short iron chain between the feet. Master Huo also put my hands on the machine, Wei supported me underneath, and my waist was bent toward my feet. Master Huo fastened the two SMaller iron rings on my wrists respectively. Insert the other end of the two one-meter-long iron chains connected between the legs between the flat and thick pieces between the lugs on the inside of the iron rings on the wrists of both hands, and insert the iron posts into the SMall holes. The machine roared, and the iron ring on the wrist, together with the iron chain connected to the anklet, were also tightly fixed. I saw that my wrist seemed to be SMoking when the machine roared, and I not only screamed loudly. Wei took me off the machine. I wanted to straighten my back, and the iron chain under my feet made a clanging sound with both hands. The chain between his hands and feet was less than one meter. It was too short. He could only bend his waist downwards. If he wanted to straighten up, he would have to cut off his hands. The chain between the two feet is shorter, less than a foot. When walking, one step can only take one foot. It is not so much walking as walking. Wei looked at the torture device he made for me, with a proud SMile on his face. Master Huo said to me sympathetically: "Miss, this set of equipment is very strong and cannot be broken except at a high temperature of 9,000 degrees. However, at a high temperature of 9,000 degrees, you will turn into blood in just an instant." After speaking, he sighed and shook his head. I was bent over, sticking my butt out, naked, moving slowly, one SMall step at a time, with tears in my eyes, and I was heartbroken. From then on, I could no longer straighten my back, puff up my chest, or wear beautiful clothes. The journalistic profession that I loved so much also abandoned me. I no longer have relatives, friends, or husband. There is only one master, and I have become completely and completely the slave of Wei. Returning to Wei's residence, I knelt in front of him, the black iron chain sandwiched between my legs, cold and cruel. Wei took out his whip and beat me hard, almost crazy. At first, I could still feel the heart-breaking pain, but then gradually became numb, and gradually became less responsive to pain. Wei's torture on me became more and more cruel, and my nerves became more and more numb. At first, I could still think. I think, my husband. He must be very anxious, he will look for me everywhere. My colleagues must be anxious too. They will use all media to broadcast the news of my disappearance. Later, my consciousness gradually disappeared, and I no longer had the concept of "I". I was just a slave of Wei, a decoration for him. Wei's consciousness seemed to have become simpler. He no longer went out to work, and only a little bit of the abuse towards me remained in his consciousness. He tortured me non-stop every day and used all kinds of cruel methods. From the day I put on the torture device, my sense of time began to fade. Maybe it was a month, maybe two months, maybe a year. One day, after Wei finished torturing me, he took off his clothes, took a sharp knife, and put it in my hand. I don't know what I can do with the knife. In my mind, I only know that it was given to me by the master. Wei rushed toward the knife in my hand, and the knife pierced his heart. I was so frightened that I rolled far away. Blood flowed from the edge of the knife, which was inserted into Wei's chest. There was a SMile on the corner of Wei's mouth, and he SMiled and said to me: "Mei, I just reported it to the police. I helped you and let you experience the ultimate abuse." Wei fell He fell down and fell into a pool of blood. My mind went blank and I didn’t understand what was happening. Soon, the police arrived and I was taken away. I made no defense for my crime and was sent to death row. My husband came to see me several times and he was heartbroken. It’s not me who hates me, but Wei who gave me this instrument of torture. I knelt on the death row, using the stingy light from the SMall round hole, holding a pen in my hand, and reCalling the happy and painful, exciting and humiliating, gratifying and bitter past before I became a death row prisoner. The prison door opened, and a table of sumptuous food and wine was delivered. I ate nothing and drank nothing. The prison guard put me on a prison cart. There was a wooden torture device on the prison cart. They locked me in and put a splint on my neck. My jaw was stuck in the splint. There was a SMall stool below, but I couldn't sit on it because my neck was stuck on the splint. I was still naked, with the torture device Wei built for me that I could never get out of. The prison guards still followed the usual practice and tied my hands behind my back with white police ropes, even though I was already shackled that could not be removed. My crime caused a sensation in Yucheng, and the execution ground was filled with a dark crowd. The bailiff carried me to the execution ground and forced me to kneel on the ground. I was naked and my hands were tied tightly behind my back with a white police rope. The iron rings on both wrists and the connected iron chains passed through the hips and were connected to the shackles on the feet. I lowered my head, closed my eyes tightly, and shouted in my heart: "Just shoot me quickly, I am a heinous adulterer!" I was looking forward to the extreme abuse at the moment when my life was taken away. The gunshot rang out, and my kneeling body fell forward. The hands that were tightly tied behind my back and the shackles that could never be removed were all released at that moment, and I felt great joy both physically and mentally. ​Is this the ultimate abuse I experienced? I am already dead, why am I still conscious? I opened my eyes and saw a death row prisoner next to me, his brains bleeding all over the floor. It’s not my turn yet! I think. Suddenly, I was picked up by two bailiffs, dragged and quickly stuffed into a car. The car flew away from the execution ground like lightning, and I fainted. When IWhen I woke up, I saw my husband's SMile and the shackles on my body were gone. When I regained my sanity, my husband told me that after his first failed attempt, he continued to the Supreme Court. At the last moment, the Supreme Court found me not guilty. As for the shackles on my body, my husband found a chemistry professor at the university and used a chemical agent to corrode the iron rings on my limbs. The newspaper still accepted me, but asked me to change my name. The masochistic tendencies in my personality have since disappeared. (over)