On the surface I appear arrogant as if I don’t take boys seriously (which may be a common problem for pretty girls) in fact my heart has been beating myself up for my perverted behavior, followed by the fact that I don’t want to end my happy free behavior early. I don’t have a sm partner, and I don’t dare to beg for one, it must not be any normal behavior.
And the abnormal psychology of wanting to be bound has been tormenting me, making it difficult for me to control myself; and the only thing I can do is to help myself, which is my self-slavery behavior. My family situation can be said to be very good, my parents are consul based abroad, not come back a few times a year, a very large house only I live with a maid in my house. The maid was young, only 26 years old, a laid-off worker, not very pretty but by no means an ugly woman.
Originally, my parents asked her to stay with me for food and shelter (my parents don’t feel comfortable living alone in such a big house), but I felt that I wouldn’t be free if she stayed here, so as soon as my parents left, I asked her to come here during the daytime, so that she wouldn’t have to do any other work except for cleaning the house and making food for me, and I didn’t have the time to do anything else during the daytime except going to school (I’m in the first year of college, and I don’t study very much, which is not unrelated to my hobbies). She doesn’t have to come in on weekends and Sundays either.
She naturally agreed with my request, but she asked me to hide it from my parents so that they wouldn’t know that she was afraid of losing the job. My home is a small independent building, a rich area, my neighbors are separated by a distance, usually do not interact with each other, so I am not afraid of their sudden visit and spoil my good things! Now that I am completely free, I have enough space and time to do what I like to do.
All my secrets are now out in the open in my little house, and I can now venture into my collection of ropes, handcuffs and all sorts of instruments used to restrict physical freedom, which are by no means cheap, but money doesn’t matter to me. I don’t use my money frivolously, but I am more than happy to buy and collect everything in this area, and there are many sadomasochistic items that are not available in China, which I have mail-ordered overseas through the Internet, with the difference of using a lot of my foreign currency.
Ordinarily they were always kept quietly in a case and locked, and I was the only one who had the key. It held a considerable place in my heart, and I often thought of and leaned upon it, and in the dead of night I would quietly take them out and try them on my person, and whenever I touched them I felt a sense of intimacy and an inexpressible excitement welling up within me.
Rope was the first thing I was ever exposed to and I used it to tie myself up when I was in high school. Don’t think it’s difficult to tie yourself up with rope and not be able to untie yourself, for me I can do it easily and without a knife or other sharp object I’ll be tied up forever. This is how I do it and you can be absolutely sure that it’s true: Prepare a piece of rope about one meter long, longer is fine, but not too long, of course, if you want to tie your hands and feet together you’ll need a longer piece of rope.
Now tie a knot on the rope, the first knot of the dead knot, this time the rope into a rope circle, the rope will be folded into two the same size of the rope circle (if the rope is long, you can fold it again, into four rope circle) and then this rope circle in the right hand at the wrist, remember that the right hand should be the two rope head to grasp, and then will be reversed behind the back of the hands, the left hand to the right hand in the set of the rope circle through the past, this time both hands are in the rope circle, what you need to do is to pinch the right hand one of the two rope head to the left hand. now in the rope loop, all you have to do is to hand over one of the two rope ends pinched in your right hand to your left hand, next you just use the strength of both wrists to tighten and tighten and tighten again the first knot that you tied earlier until you are sure that the two hands are securely tied together, and then you tie a second knot, which is a little difficult, but it can be done.
This is how I tie my hands in reverse. The point here is that the rope should not be too slippery, otherwise the first knot will be loosened when the second knot is tied and the tightening effect will not be achieved. The most difficult thing about using rope for self-bondage is how to tie your hands, now I do, the beauty of it is that it can only tie the wrists and not the pleasure of tying the arms, of course, I also have other ways to do, just not ideal. I love the feeling of the rope tightening around my body and do it often, even when I’m sleeping I do it. But I don’t use it to tie my hands anymore, it’s not as exciting as handcuffs, because I think there are plenty of tools to untie a rope, unless you tie yourself down where you can’t reach any of the tools used to cut the rope.
However doing so takes away that pleasure that comes from struggling.
There’s no guarantee that you’ll actually tie it tightly, and you can also abrade the rope with the help of something tied to your body. If you don’t tie yourself to something, I think anyone would have plenty of ways to untie themselves, which would make it less exciting. Handcuffs are a different story, the only option for getting them off is a key, and you can’t possibly untie yourself in any other way than with a key. There are also many obstacles that you can put in the way of getting out of the handcuffs to make it less easy for you to get the key. Until you get the key, you don’t have any choice to set yourself free. Even if you want to end your self-slavery you can’t.
I feel like it has a realness to it, and the more real it is the more I like it and the more exciting I find it! The more I can get sexual excitement and pleasure from it! When I got home the maid had already left. She had prepared the meal for me before she left, but I wasn’t hungry and didn’t want to fill my stomach right away. The thought of being the only one left at home gave me the urge. Let’s do it! It’s still early but no one will disturb me.
I started closing all the windows and curtains in my home and made sure that no one outside would be able to see anything inside the room under any circumstances. There!
I could do whatever I wanted. “I am the sex slave of the owner of this house,” I fantasized. “By the way, how can a so-called sex slave wear clothes? You have to know that the master will enjoy the slave anytime he wants. Master will be very angry if he sees me in clothes, I can’t do anything that will make master angry, I am a good slave, yo ……” I take off the clothes on my body so that I am naked: “This kind of body will be very liked by master when he sees it! ” A large mirror on the wall reflected a beautiful and proud sexy nude girl. “Ah! How beautiful!” I’ve always been very confident in my own looks and sometimes I tend to not believe that the girl in the mirror is myself, “Please master come and enjoy me, I’m your sex slave and I’ll do anything for you …… Yes, yes, you must think I’m dirty right?
Okay, I’m going to take a shower so you can enjoy my clean body …… “When I got out of the shower, I took out all of my collection: rope handcuffs, dog collars, gag balls, and nipple clamps ……I have many kinds of handcuffs, and one of the One is my favorite: it’s leather, with steel wire sandwiched between layers of leather, and it’s hard to get it off with a knife or something.
The main reason I like it is that it’s easy to use and it’s perfect for self enslavement. Handcuffs aren’t attached with a chain, like two single wrist guards, each of which is attached to the wrist with a press lock and has to be unlocked with a key to unlock it. The same key is used for both cuffed wrists. In one of the handcuffs on the wrist has two very short columns, each column is like a lock with slots, the other handcuffs and it is the opposite of the two round holes, lock yourself just to the columns into the holes “card” sound on the completion of the wrist binding.
The two hands are only a little distance apart from the post and the hole lock, and the shape of the telescope is about the same, of course, there is a keyhole in the center of the lock. Although such handcuffs were used to bind myself, it was much more difficult to untie them, because I could not use my wrists and fingers to insert the key into the keyhole and rotate it, and there was limited room for wrist movement. My method of unlocking the handcuffs is to first predetermine a place where the key can be fixed, such as a crack in the wall, and this crack in the wall should be just as thick as the key, not too deep, otherwise the key into the cracks in the wall of the consequences I don’t have to say that we all know it!
When you’re done, turn your back to it and, carefully one by one, align the keyhole of the handcuffs with it, insert it, and use the rotation of your body and arms to disengage the handcuffs. Of course the safest way to do this is to have a device pre-made that holds the key in place, so that it’s foolproof and there are no accidents. But I was reluctant to do that; it would take away some of the psychological and fun aspect of the thrill. I guess there’s always a way, as long as I can get my hands on the key.
I have never used this handcuffs to enslave myself, used only police handcuffs, this kind of handcuffs in the unraveling up seems to be more than a single, I don’t want to be very easy to get rid of myself.
And today I decided to use it and not think about the place where the uncuffing key is placed, not that I don’t want to, but I stop myself from thinking about it, certain scenarios that I don’t know are more exciting. (I just wondered if there wouldn’t be a place for it in a room this size?) I had now locked leather cuffs on both of my hands, the cuffs felt so good on my wrists. “Masters are always ready to punish slaves if they don’t obey, and although I won’t be at fault, I can’t guarantee it can I? So be prepared for your master to punish your slave at any time.” I thought this as my body changed in some way, there was a wetness, I was so comfortable I wanted to stroke it, but I didn’t, I couldn’t let myself get off on it now or my slavery would be meaningless. “Master does like me in leather shoes, I know.” It was a pair of black leather shoes, it had a 10 centimeter heel and was so thin that walking it was difficult even without binding the feet.
I chose it to limit my freedom even more when my legs are strapped. The shoes also had straps and latches on them, and by putting them on and locking the latches, I would have no way of getting rid of them to make myself mobile. “What next?
To do what? Ah! Of course I’m going to put a dog collar on myself, I’ll snuggle up to my master like a dog, I’m my master’s pet, my master must love me. “In fact, my dog ring and that horse head gear-like ball clamping object are one and the same, but they can be used separately, and when they are used together, they only need to be locked with a latch, in which case the blocked mouth can only be liberated with a key as well. Now I’m already equipped with equipment that requires three key locks to open them all: handcuffs, leather shoes, and a horse head clamping ball.
Technically it should be four, handcuffs are meant to be used twice. Of course, I don’t use clamping balls yet! Nipple clamps are not so-called clamps, they are rings that are placed over the nipple and the bolt is tightened so that the ring is largely tightened around the root of the nipple and the nipple will protrude out and swell, which will be very, very painful. I will not be able to escape its abuse of my nipples until my hands are free, and I will have to endure the pain for the entirety of my enslavement. The two nipple clamps were attached by a chain, and in the middle of the chain extended another chain, which was not very long and could be reattached if it needed to be longer. At the end of the chain is a small loop, which serves the purpose of being held by hand or tied (hung) somewhere to make it easier. This little loop was in a way more restrictive of my freedom; imagine anyone with this loop would be able to take me wherever he wanted to go, whether I wanted to or not, and the pain in my nipples made it impossible for me to choose. But there would be no second person during my entire self-enslavement, I could rest assured of that.
This is not to say that the little ring is not important in my servitude, I will go into its role slowly next. I set the nipple clamps aside, I couldn’t use them yet, the pain and ache too soon would make me unable to tolerate the love. It’s still early, I think I’ll start my operation at 10 o’clock. Although I’m sure no one will disturb me, I’m still not sure, it’s better to be on the safe side, besides, I have one night …… I remembered that Mina asked me to go out on the street tomorrow, and was indignant that I won’t be able to get a good night’s rest tomorrow. I’m hungry, it’s time to eat. Walking in such high heels is indeed a very difficult task. Tying my feet up is something I can’t imagine, but I’m sure I can do it!
Knowing the outcome too soon would take away from the realism of slavery, and I had been searching for a more realistic feeling of slavery, which I thought would come later in my practice. It took me a long time to get to the table and sit down, and only two bites before my enslavement fantasies began to well up again, “Yes, I know what to do.”
I hustle the meal together onto a plate, then leave the table and place the plate on the floor. Know what I’m trying to do now? I’m ashamed of myself for thinking such a thing.
Yet the pleasure the slavery gave me made me cast aside my shame. Facing the plate, I dropped to my knees, yes, picking myself up like a dog, my face was burning and I couldn’t help but think about not doing so, but I didn’t. The slavery mentality of feeling shame seemed to turn me on even more, “I’m a slave, and slaves don’t get to choose.” I tried to eat the rice on my plate, I had to stick my nose into the rice as well or it would be hard to get it into my mouth, and I ended up with the rice as well. “Master won’t want me to add to the rice on the floor, I just need to eat the ones on my plate.” I don’t want to actually add to the rice on the floor, I can only fantasize like this. But I tried hard to add to the plate with my tongue. I could have done otherwise, it just made the slavery a little more real. It was still a long time until ten o’clock. I should set up and devise obstacles in the process of self-enslavement.
I want to make it more complicated, but I have to make sure that I can be free, so I have to think through every step of the process, and I can’t afford to make a mistake, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. But my subconscious really wanted mistakes to happen, I just didn’t dare to actually face them. I imagined all the scenarios of slavery in novels and pictures, and applied them to my practice as much as possible.