My cell phone rang again and I didn’t answer it because I knew it had to be that familiar number. Through the dirty car window in front of me, I saw a thin figure in a black women’s coat talking on the phone.
“Hey!” I took off the machine.
“Where are you?” The voice coming from the other side of the receiver was also the voice of the girl speaking pure Mandarin, and it was coming from the very mouth of the person in front of him, and it was obvious that the voice was a little bit nervous.
“I’m looking at you.” I said with a bad smile as the girl in front of me looked left and right in surprise, her long hair flowing slightly.
“Why can’t I see you?”
“Because I used to be a partisan.” With that, I hung up the phone and stood up from behind the car, waving my hand in her direction.
Finally, she saw me and seemed a bit disbelieving, but slowly walked over to me: “… is that you?” Perhaps because of the evening chill, her voice trembled a little.
“Sure, doesn’t it look like it? Could it be that on the internet I’m Wu Qi Long? A little disappointed now, aren’t you?” I said, pretending to be calm.
“Oh, no no.” She laughed, seems to like me a little bit of strong humor: “I see your avatar look used to, always think you should be a fat.” She also put away the cell phone, do not apply cosmetics on the face shines with a bright smile, ordinary dress can not hide the breath of youth, a light Lux shower gel aroma makes people refreshed.
“So that’s it, actually I’m not out of poverty yet, I’m just getting on in years and have a bit of a rotting tummy.”
Apparently, I managed to get her to take a liking to me. So, I lifted my heavy bag, hailed a Charade cab, and a minute later, we were already traveling through the materialistic city in the afterglow of the setting sun.
At nightfall we got out of the car and went to a neighborhood somewhere in the middle of this city’s borders. Looking out over the wheat fields not far away, a little fear flickered in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’m not shooting flowers.”
She smiled, quietly, like the last rays of sunlight leaping from the sky.
So we settled into the corner of what looked like a converted horse barn tavern, where a couple of lazy fellows averted their eyes helplessly from a boring TV program, delivered menus, and lazily served the meal.
We drank two pots of wine, ate somewhat toothsome wine and food, and began a simple exchange of feelings.
Her name is Yang Guang, from a northern border city, after graduating from vocational high school and bidding farewell to her parents and that small town, at the age of 18, she came to this city full of cunning, hypocrisy, full of soot and dirt that the whole country is aspiring to, with only the gin full of hardship and a little bit of her parents’ blood and sweat.
In a small hotel in the center of the city that was dilapidated and reeked of sweaty sorrow and grease, she practiced hard morning and night, traveling across the city to visit her teachers, and with a little bit of small-town high school culture to go along with it, she finally made it to a higher education institution three months later. For several years, taking classes during the day and working at night, using her own income, she struggled to support the huge expenses, and is now about to finish her studies.
As she spoke, she lit a cigarette in the gusting wind that pounded against the thin sheet metal walls. Even the alcohol could not erase the tired look on her face, which should have been innocent at that age, as the lack of sleep had caused her to have the characteristic grayish-black eye sockets. She looked into the distance, and her eyes were filled with all the flavors of the past few years, her uncertainty about the future, and more… that only she could realize.
It can be imagined that a wonderful girl buried her colorful fantasies without any outside help, forgetting about fashion and enjoyment, with no place to vent your bitterness, no warm embrace to snuggle up to, and not even being able to expose your pain in front of anyone, only to fight, fight, fight, fight, for the sake of an unknown future… To experience the suffering that an adult should have to endure too early is, to any person It’s horrible for anyone.
Finally, our conversation ended in sighs, and long ago, unable to control ourselves, we checked out and, braving the gusty winds that characterize this city at this time of year, trudged off into the night and stepped into that little room that we can never forget.
It was a standard fucked-up resort, an empty room with only the bed , and the lights swaying in the gusty wind seemed to herald a romantic evening.
Under the dim light, Yang Guang’s cheeks were flushed, her talkative little mouth stopped chattering, and the naughtiness in her eyes instantly turned into shyness as she just sat on the bed and looked at me wordlessly.
“Will you do it yourself or…” It was the first time, so I cautiously tested the waters.
Instead, she just stared at me silently, her gentle gaze telling me but distinctly expectant.
I slowly stepped forward, gently unbuttoned her clothes, she closed her eyes and let me remove her clothes layer by layer, when her thin body was exposed in front of me, I asked a little hesitantly, “It’s going to be cold in this weather. We are going to play a SM game, do you need to wear a little clothing?”
Sitting on the bed she didn’t open her eyes: “This might feel different!”
“Does that need to be tighter?”
The response was a slow nod.
I stopped talking, opened my bag, and took out the props for the evening-cotton rope, handcuffs, a leather collar, an ankle collar, and a homemade gag ball. First, I folded a piece of rope in half, then in half again, tied a couple of knots, and slipped the top knot over Yang Guang’s neck, which was unusually sharp for her. I pushed the live knot upwards so that it encircled her slender neck, helped her up, passed the remaining rope through her crotch, separated the two strands, separated them from behind her buttocks and then twisted them separately with the lowest knot in front of her, then wrapped them around behind her, reversed them from side to side, and then spared them for wrapping around the front and twisting them with the second knot… Until they were completely joined with all of the knots, and readjusted their respective lengths, so that the ropes were wrapped tightly around her, and with each tightening of my grip, she She would respond with a soft moan.
“Well, our first lesson is Chinese.”
She opened her eyes, her long lashes fluttering as she looked down at the strange attire on her body and groaned, nodding.
I took out another piece of rope, again folded it into two strands, took it and wrapped it around her hands, then wrapped it horizontally twice more and tied it in a knot. The remaining long ends were wrapped around to the front, folded back so that he hands could only rest tightly behind his waist, and then wrapped her arms separately, passing through the rope binding her body behind her neck and then down through the rope binding her hands and pulling it upwards, all the way to the point where it couldn’t be lifted any further.
I took out another shorter one, also folded it in half, passed it through the knot on her stomach, tied a few buckles, separated her sensitive areas, and pressed hard so that the buckles pressed against her clitoris and anus and tied them tightly at the back of her body, and what was displayed in front of me at that moment was a pitifully bound young girl.
“Done, you can open your eyes now.”
She looked down at herself up and down, her arms shaking and struggling whether from cold or excitement, and after feeling that she could no longer control her upper limbs, she closed her eyes again and moaned louder the masochistic feelings that she had been holding back for more than twenty years finally erupted!
I looked behind me at the iron-green cast-iron heater (which had stopped working because I hadn’t paid my heating bill): “Want to try the chains?”
Not having to listen to any reply at all, probably because her reaction had induced a sadistic mindset in me, I pulled her roughly to the side of the pipe and removed the leather collar, which was reinforced in the center with two steel wires and secured with silver rivets, with locking eyelets at the buckle opening, which I used to snap her neck, and then two ankle collars of the same texture, which I used to snap those slender ankles.
The chain was specially made, about 5 coarsenesses in diameter and 1.60 meters in length, and was connected at one end to the middle of another short 200-long chain. At the top end I used a padlock to lock the collar through the heating duct that ran across the corner, and at the other end I used a padlock to lock the leather collars around her feet, and a lock to secure the handcuffs at the height of her hands bound behind her body, and her breathing became unusually rapid as I wrapped the handcuffs around her small, rope-bound hands, which were already bound to the point that there was very little room for them to breathe. I deliberately let her feel this sensation as well, gently tightening each clasp, and her bent body spasms with the “clicking” sound of the ropes binding her lower body.
Finally, I finished my work, while slowly backing up, while watching my work: the light was shining bright rope in a diamond-shaped rules distributed in the poor snow-white body, every inch of the rope seems to contain infinite energy, wantonly erode every piece of elastic skin, she struggled with pleasure, I seem to have been able to hear the ropes holding each other and issued a slight friction sound.
Poor Yang Guang wanted to avoid the cold pipes behind her, but, in the “clanking” sound of the chains, she seemed to be completely unable to control her legs, one foot just scuffed out a step, and suddenly stumbled and brought the other foot, so she let out a cry of surprise and lost her own center of gravity, and fell down towards the ground.
I scurried forward with an arrow step and held the little girl, who was bound like a dumpling, tightly with my own arms. Gently, I held her upright, but she didn’t exert herself at all and went limp in my embrace. Faintly grunting she slowly opened her eyes, her expression filled with tenderness, anticipation, and a deep feeling of payment.
I couldn’t bear to let go of the cold body that was frozen and shivering a bit like this, using my left hand to tightly wrap her in my warm embrace, lowering my head to gently kiss her silky smooth face, while my right hand slowly passed from the back of my neck up through the soft long hair that was emitting a fresh scent, and then down through my arms, touching my hands that were a bit purple due to the lack of blood along my back, and pulling them with force outward, my perfect binding didn’t let the hands leave the back by half, but it brought her body backwards. Although my perfect bondage did not let her hands leave her back, but it brought her body backward, Yang Guang, who had been quietly enjoying herself, let out an “ah”, and then there was a sound of metal on metal – we fell together on the pipe.
It was at this moment that the light suddenly went out, and with a shudder in my heart, for the main electric switch of the place was unfortunately in this room, I let go of her, who was trembling unceasingly, and taking one step to the bed, fumbled with my clothes, took out my lighter, and searched for the key in the bed by the faint light of the fire – for my lovely little Yang Guang was still chained to the on the pipe. Finally, I felt the key, put out the fire, and ran to his side, feeling with experience for the small lock at the back of his neck, when the clamor outside the door made me a little nervous, and in the darkness she said urgently, “Hurry, hurry…”
Finally, I unlocked it, holding the chain in my hand to keep it from making a sound, but I sensed that she wasn’t moving her steps – the pleasure of the shackles and the frisson of the accident she’d just had left her with only the helplessness to say, with a bit of a sob, “Help me!”
The knock on the door made it impossible for me to hesitate any longer, and as soon as I had copied her across the room, I threw her violently onto the bed and wrapped her up in the quilt, packing up in the dark before I opened the door with a pretense of laziness, straightening my clothes.
Finally, a burst of busy and such as “sorry, thank you” polite, the whole area is once again brightly lit, to send away the uninvited guests, my heart is still beating wildly, my penis also in the unconscious no longer erect. Taking a breath and lifting the covers, our Young Lights was calmer, enjoying the pleasure of his tight bondage.
I wiped my cold sweat and said, “Undo it?”
She shook her head, rightly so. I proceeded to tuck him in, leaned back on the bed, and lit a cigarette. The smoke was accompanied by a slight squirming of the covers around her and a muffled rattle of the chains, a sign that she was wasting away her pleasure alone. Thinking this, my sadistic mind once again reached a plateau, and violently lifting the covers, I picked her up and undid the ropes and handcuffs that bound her hands, the rest of the harness remaining.
“I want to hang you, is that okay?” After all, there had been a mutual agreement that each’s choices had to be honored.
Involuntarily sitting on her shaky body, she said in a barely audible voice from the corner of her mouth, “I don’t know…” Her long vocal training had created a soft and charming voice, the kind of voice that would make anyone faint when they heard it.
I forced myself to control my mind and organized a rope, first of all, with one end of the rope tightly bound her wrists which still had traces of marks, the rest of the rope, then pressed her left arm diagonally upwards, wrapped it around her body, along the upper edge of her showy breasts and then from the right arm to the back, then passed the rope forward and pulled it tightly folding it back to go back again from the right arm to the front, and reciprocated a few times, and then passed the rope from the lower edge of the breasts to the bottom of the body, and then passed it again from the two arms and the between the two arms and the body longitudinally and pulled tight. In this way, Yang Guang’s arms can only be tightly pressed against the body, and his wrists are slightly upward because of the close proximity of his arms and the pulling of the rope.
When I was done, I patted him on the back and told her I was done. She shook her body without moving a bit, moved her hands around for a while as if she didn’t know what she was grabbing and pulling, looked herself back and forth in self enjoyment, the corners of her mouth quivered, she moaned loudly, and fell back onto the bed and rolled around – it seemed that she had been moved and conquered by this bondage! -It seemed that she had been moved and conquered by the bondage!
But, not giving up on her continued torment, I removed my homemade gag ball and gently shoved it into her tiny mouth, securing it firmly while she moaned and groaned at the sensation of this novelty attempt.
While surveying the overhead beams, I took out another rope, used one end to tie a buckle that had been retained on the back of the rope on her body near her neck, and lifted up Yang Guang, who had already been bound and tortured without any strength, and let her lean against the wall, and continued to cuff the handcuffs, and then shook the rope over the beams, and tied it tightly and then tied another buckle on her body near her buttocks, and then beat the dead knot, so that Yang Guang could only rely on the ropes and on Simmons on the tiptoes on the Simmons to support her weight.
Catching my breath, I forcefully lifted her legs and wrapped the remaining rope on the beam around her ankles, which were already shackled in mid-air. By the time I finished this maneuver, I was already sweating from exhaustion!
At that moment I got off the bed and was about to use my gentle caressing technique to make her horny, but my pager suddenly rang at an inopportune time.
“Now I’m going to make a phone call, so do you need to stay like this a little longer?”
Under the light she answered me with a soft moan, the slight trembling of her hands and toes hinted that she was now in a state of extreme arousal, her extremely elastic skin shimmered youthfully under the fluorescent light, and drool flowed uncontrollably from her mouth, making a long crystalline line in the air.
Controlling my heartbeat, I stepped out of the room and stood in the sandy wind, finishing the call with a stream of “You’re too kind” and “I’ll leave you to it”. I looked at my watch by the street light, it had been about 20 minutes, and the little slave inside was still hanging there, I had never tried hanging for that long, so I ran to the door, got the key and opened the door.
“Put you down?” I rushed eagerly to her side and dropped my heart when I heard her breathing.
The little slave didn’t open her eyes at all, shaking her head slowly – a girl with a strong masochistic mind, enduring the numbness of her already bound and confined limbs in a freezing cellar-like room, letting the ropes and chains ravage her proud young skin, unleashing herself naked in front of a man who was a stranger to her! After twenty years of repressed emotions, this in itself is a poignant scene that would move anyone!
I shuddered and stepped forward, letting my lips travel slowly over her cool skin as my hands also grabbed both of her breasts and slowly kneaded them, feeling her two little nipples become engorged with arousal as well, becoming like two cute little rocks, the exuberant grunts and desperate head writhing proving that she was being pushed over the edge by the pleasure of this sadomasochistic experience.
After a flurry of impulsive tossing and turning, we stopped the sweet game for the moment, laid her down on the firm bed, and untied her from all restraints on her limbs. We embraced each other, listening to the sound of the lulling wind, and I held her close in my arms, feeling her soft breath.
After resting for a while, she resumed her mischievous nature, stretching out her arms, which were strewn with rope marks, to show me her orchestra conductor’s maneuvers, her graceful femininity on display. I couldn’t help but lower my head to kiss her on the small of her mouth, and her voice became urgent when she playfully dodged and drew me into grabbing at the ropes around her body, “Trying to run, my little slave?” She looked at me with soft eyes and closed her eyes blissfully… After a long kiss, we regained our composure once again, and the sound of the wind made us snuggle up to each other, enjoying each other’s passion. Suddenly, she opened, blinking her pretty eyes with tears, and said in a voice so soft that it was heartbreaking, “I am homesick! Master, haven’t I ever called you master?” She embraced me with both hands in a strong and affectionate embrace: “I’ve never called anyone that before, can you believe it? We’re still strangers, but you’re the first person who’s ever given me such perfect abuse… We don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but I’ll always remember this day! Could you… sleep with me tightly tied up? I’ve always wanted that, but I’ve never tried it…”
I nodded my head and looked fondly at the poor little girl in front of me, sorting out the ropes and tying her up once more, while the feet were bound to the thighs in a teamster’s reverse hoof and snapped on the cuffs again. “Can you make me speechless?” This request was just what I wanted, so I put the gag ball in her mouth again, helped her adjust to a more comfortable position and turned off the lights.
By this time it was 3:00 and she had been up all night, the rope buckle on her pussy had been pressing on her clit, keeping her in a constant state of arousal. Moaning and groaning, I stayed awake as well, asking her several times if she needed to untie the ropes, but she refused.
Soon the morning light spread into the house, I untied the bonds that kept her attached, and after a wash, we left this small room full of love, romance and reminiscence, and set off into the dawn… back to the center of the city. I held her small hand, and the petite one looked at me mischievously, and after saying goodbye, she jumped up and ran away. Looking at her back, I vowed to help this helpless wanderer.
“Hello! Will we meet again?” I shouted towards her who had already run away.
She turned back and pondered for a moment, only to answer me with a lovely smile and turn around to run into the hustle and bustle of the city. Her graceful back radiated joy and pleasure, just like the sunlight that shimmers and jumps out of the tree tops in the morning after a windy day… (end)
It’s not really a sadomasochistic novel, it’s just a way of remembering a sweet little girl I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see again, but on the internet she has promised me to write about the experience again from a girl’s point of view. If you all like it, I will contact her as soon as possible. Please be encouraged, I will never forget!