I’m a school student in my late 20’s, and as I’ve gotten older, I’ve found that I have a terrible tendency to grow to love bondage, and ever since a flirtatious pleasure with my sister, I’ve always had an inexplicable urge to bondage at the first sight of it.
My sister is beautiful, plump, quiet and unsmiling.
Is the director of a large foreign company in the country.
I used to go to my sister’s house as soon as I had a break and we lived together, often not saying a word for days due to our personalities.
Holiday vacation, I wore my favorite short skirt over the knee long leather boots came to my sister’s home, my sister in the morning alone at home, really bored, went downstairs to buy a couple of bottles of wine, drink a cup, surprisingly drunk.
It was late and the sound of the door opening woke my sister up, “Have you been drinking?” It was my sister returning, “I haven’t had a drink in a couple years, I had one and went to bed.”
I sat down and sat down as my sister gently picked up my head and stroked my long hair.
My sister hugged me from behind, and I just shivered and did not react, and just stood motionless for a few minutes, before my sister helplessly let go of me.
“I’m sorry,” my sister cried.
I was at a loss for words at this point instead, “Come on, go to my room.” Sister said I along with my sister to her bedroom, close the curtains, I was prone on the bed at this time, at this time my sister pulled my hands behind my back, with the robe’s belt to my hands behind the back tied solid, I do not struggle, just jokingly like, “you call this QJ”
Unexpectedly, just a word actually burst sister’s sadistic desire, my sister pulled open the drawer of the nightstand, that out of a large roll of white rope, with a hand to separate my hair, the rope folded and strangled in my neck, from my tuck under the belt through, undoing the original bundle of hands of the belt, I want to struggle has been too late, my sister seated on my buttocks, and hard to put the rope in my arms wrapped around again, and strangled, and I was in pain, I ah. The pain made me ah.
“No shouting!” Sister scolded gruffly.
“Lighten up, will you? …… It hurts …… It hurts, my arm is broken ……”
Sister ignored my moans and continued to wrap the rope around my arms and tighten it from time to time, the pain brought tears to my eyes, my sister didn’t stop there, pulled my hands in as far as she could think of the shoulders and tied them tightly, binding my hands bruised, it wasn’t over yet, my sister put the remaining two ropes tail end of one through the rope around my neck, pulling it tightly will the wrists and the other head of the rope to re-bind my hands, the Pain I killed pig-like scream.
My sister casually took a pillowcase and stuffed it into my mouth.
“No shouting!”
I had an inexplicable thrill with it, and I used to know people who liked sexual abuse and could only generate pleasure by tying their lover up.
I do not like and do not oppose, and former boyfriends have played blindfolded but did not play the country bondage, the beginning of the sister tied up, I was just humiliated, and wanted to struggle, but my sister did not know where so strong, and soon I have been tied up by my sister want to be a meat dumplings, a move can not be moved.
I spit out the pillowcase my sister had stuffed in my mouth and moaned loudly.
My mind was blank at this time, I didn’t know why I had such pleasure, was I a masochist, I was very afraid, but I was so attached to the ropes that were tied up on my body, I didn’t like the process of tying up, I just liked the feeling of being tied up, my sister took another rope and made my breasts tied up, both of them were tied up high, I really didn’t know why I actually so liked the feeling of being tied up.
“Pick me up,” I struggled.
“What are you doing?”
“Go to the mirror. I want to see myself.”
My sister helped me up to the dresser, which was of an unusually large kind, and the mirror was slightly reddened by the delicate face of my pent-up hangover.
“Did you like it?” My sister asked “It just kinda hurt.”
“It’s okay, it’ll get numb after a while.”
Sister laboriously carried me to the dresser lying on my back, tied behind my back hands have long been numb, so that I tilted my head can see the whole process of their own bondage, my sister used two ropes to tie my thighs, and then tightly tied them to my chest, the calf nest back to tie on the thighs, which is almost turned into a meatball, my sister and roughly stuffed my head close to the chest tied between the knees, the sister and tied, and then tied me up. After such a cruel binding I can hardly breathe, with the pleasure, I feel like I will be suffocated, but I don’t want to ask my sister to untie me so quickly, I want to experience the following such a brutal feeling.
I woke up to find my body covered in bruises, the bed was strewn with the ropes my sister had bound herself with, and I casually played with the white ropes, rubbing them gently against the bruises I had been bound with.
“Pretty little girl was quite comfortable just now, wasn’t she.” My sister waved her hand and slapped me on my bare ass, “I’m going to have to punish you properly”
I obediently rolled over and put my hands behind my back as my sister began to bind me, I began to moan in the ropes as my sister became skillful in her bondage techniques, my sister was more of an aesthetics person, all she would do to bind me was to pull my hands down behind my back in a pentagram and tie my legs together side by side so that my body appeared to be even more elongated as my sister caressed my pentagrammed body.
At that moment, my sister brought the duster. “What for?” I asked. “To beat you up.”
“Why?”
“Okay, I’ll make you suffer.” My sister brought the duster very, very wickedly “Gag me first.”
My sister went back to the bathroom to bring the panties she took off in the bathroom yesterday, “No! …… oo…… oo……” I was really scared when I realized that my sister was going to plug my mouth with my panties, my sister ignored me who was desperately struggling on the bed and She took off her own panties, pinched my mouth open and shoved them in hard, and used a shorter piece of string to tightly strangle my mouth so that I couldn’t spit out the panties gagged in my mouth no matter what.
My sister was already trembling, she spanked desperately, I was greatly satisfied by the rain of spanks, my sister was excited beyond words, I was such a beautiful girl, I became her slave so easily, my own bondage and abuse had aroused her so much sexually, I had long since rolled off the bed and onto the floor, my sister was still swinging her cocktail chair in pursuit of her, and I could see my sister as I tumbled and rolled.
After a long break, my sister reached down and untied the ropes tied behind my head and removed the panties from my mouth.
My sister helped me up and onto the bed, my hands were still bound behind me, my sister bound my chest and my legs were just crossed and bound at the ankles, pulled back and tied to the ropes on my hands, so that I was forever bound like a bow.
stupid (Beijing dialect)
I’m youthful-looking and cute, and I’m 20 years old.
With her dark, shoulder-length hair, she is truly a pretty girl.
One day I was wearing a t-shirt, a short skirt, and a pair of thigh-high black boots that went past my knees to my thighs.
Top it off with flesh-colored stockings.
Once again, my sister forced me to go to our place to play bundled up to my sister’s room turned on the lights and closed the curtains.
My eyes were a little moist.
My sister lit a cigarette, her hand shaking a little.
It was like I was in a dream, and I was having some trouble breathing.
I have not resisted in the least today, and have allowed myself to be bound almost motionless.
Even when the rope hurts, I just wiggle around in pain and grunt softly.
Under the dim light, I had to lean back on my upper body because I was tied up tightly with my arms, and my high breasts showed off the seductive curves of a woman.
“Do you really like this?” My sister asked quietly, “Now, do whatever you want.”
The first thing my sister did was gag me with a towel.
Through the curtains, bright sunlight reflected off the cozy cabin.
After all the craziness and wrangling, I was tied up with my hands behind my back, wearing a t-shirt with a short skirt underneath and a pair of over-the-knee-to-thigh feet.
Coupled with flesh-colored stockings, her hair was tousled, her eyes were blackened, and her delicate skin was covered with bruises and red welts.
I never dreamed I could be so sick and savage.
It is estimated that for the whole day I was tied up in knots and could only endure the abuse in agony, ashamed to be shallow and ravaged in a hundred ways.
Everything was heard and imagined to be more exciting and scary.
However, in this helplessness, in this helplessness, in this futile struggle with my hands tied behind my back, I felt not only humiliation and pain, but also a wanton outpouring of sadness.
I have no regrets about my choice.
I had tears in my eyes.
Because, after being tied up for so long, it hurts to get loose.
I wanted to cry out loud.
Seeing the deep rope grooves strangled by the bondage on my slender arms, “You know, you’re perverted, sis.” I said softly.
My sister’s face clouded over.
My sister replied gruffly, “Cut the crap or I’ll straighten you out, you stinking girl.”
The hut fell silent, eerily quiet.
My sister told me that she just loves it when a girl wears a t-shirt with a short skirt underneath and a pair of over-the-knee-to-thigh feet.
Coupled with flesh-colored stockings, it was a pleasure to tie up such girls and turn them into humble slave girls and prisoners, and I now enjoyed being tied up, tortured, and humiliated by my sister.
My sister ripped off a wire, twisted it into a thin whip, and gagged me with a towel.
The darkened cabin resounded with the crisp sound of a whip snapping against flesh.
I wriggled my soft waist in vain, my slender, trim body straightening out, my snow-white skin bulging with a crimson and bruise whip mark, whimpering and wailing in a vague manner.
The fiery pain penetrated the organs.
I couldn’t help but cry, I don’t know if it was because of the pain or the humiliation.
Through my tousled hair, I saw my pale body twitching and twitching as my vision faded a little.
The pain was becoming clearer and sharper.
Sanity was drifting more and more.
I awoke to find myself lying on my bed, my whip wounds burning, my hands tied behind my back, and the vicious, mischievous sister sitting beside me.
My sister rubbed my hair and mumbled something incoherent as my clouded eyes glistened with tears.
Sister tied her wrists again with small, thumb-thick twine, tightly binding the hands that were clipped behind her back, and then a course of horizontal strings went up and down the peaks of her breasts and around her body to bind them.
My sister said that this is the Japanese method of bondage.
I sat on the edge of the bed, as if I were a little woman robbed by bandits in olden times, having been at the mercy of too many, and having long since become numb and submissive to everything, I lowered my brows helplessly, and, with my hands behind my back, allowed myself to be bound without a word.
I felt a wave of vertigo, and my lips quirked a few times, but I said nothing, only swaying involuntarily and gently as the twine was tightened, gazing grudgingly at my toes.
Tears quietly blurred his vision.
On her feet a pair of over-the-knee-to-thigh boots were constrained together.
The horizontal twine was twisted into a large mass, firmly tightening around the ankles.
I didn’t know what to do, just while still in a hesitant trance.
Already with her hands securely tied behind her back, it was too late to resist, her upper body, arms and legs were tightly strangled by the sturdy twine, and she sat on the edge of the bed with her head down and could only be at her sister’s mercy.
At this moment, I once again gave myself to my sister.
My sister wrapped her arms around me from behind, and I was dragged down into my sister’s embrace in a hurry, and before I had time to grunt, my lips were already sealed tightly with hot, wet kisses.
Through my clothes, my hands were tied behind my back and my feet were tied together, so I couldn’t cover up or block the frame, much less hide from it, and despite my shame, I had to endure a storm of passionate kisses and molestation.
The long pent-up grief is released with a happy catharsis of pain and humiliation.
My eyes glistened with tears.
At this point my sister pushed me back into a chair, my hands were clipped behind my back and bound with twine wiping my shoulders and arms together, and a towel was stuffed in my mouth and taped.
I obediently allowed myself to be bound without struggling.
At this moment, he was not only tied up solidly, but also the full breasts were strung straight up and up, although there was the cover of the bra, it still showed the high and tantalizing bulging curves.
A stray strand of messed up hair drooped in front of her eyes.
My hands were tied behind my back and I couldn’t ruffle the cover of my disheveled hair.
Sister’s hand was merciless; every rope was tightened so hard that it sank deep into the flesh, and every clasp was fastened so securely that it was impossible to break free even if one fought desperately.
I felt my chest constricted, my body swollen and tight, and my whole body felt as if it didn’t belong to me anymore.
The feet were also tightly bound.
Soon I was carried to the bed, face down on my back, my hands tied back and bound feet chained together, grunting vaguely as I could no longer move.
Looking at me, bound by four horses clutching their hooves, my sister suddenly felt some urge.
Lying on my back I cried.
I used to struggle desperately, twisting my wrists, trying to break free from the ropes, but the more I struggled, the more the ropes tightened and sank deeper into my skin, strangling my hands and feet as if they were welded together, and my arms and legs became more and more aching and numb, as if I were being tortured and suffering, and every second was worse than death.
Now, I’ve given up the futile struggle.
The cheeks, bulging from the towel plugs, had long been sore and stiff.
I couldn’t move freely or call for help and suffered with my eyes open.
For a tender girl, this kind of prolonged four-horse clutched hoof bondage is really cruel.
I sobbed helplessly, feeling the heaviness of the gradual siltation of grief and pain, feeling the weight of a man in a T-shirt with a short skirt underneath and a pair of over-the-knee-to-thigh feet.
Coupled with flesh-colored stockings the young woman is bound and imprisoned in fear, feeling willingly tortured.
Crystalline tears streamed down the clear cheeks.
I don’t know if I’m imagining things or not, but I hope that there is more or less truth in this speculation, and that, at least, for myself, being bound and tortured at this moment is never simply pain and humiliation.
“God, am I crazy.” I thought in despair.
I felt my hands being strangled stiff and numb, my heavy body unable to move, my straightened arms and legs and feet being tied and tethered to heavy weights pulling so hard that my ribs were almost torn, and even the slightest movement would cause a sharp pain.
The towel stuffed into his mouth bulged his cheeks, blocking out the cries of sorrow.
My sister stood happily in front of me.
“I’m going to give you a good twenty lashes to take the edge off.” Sister smirked.
The water-dipped whip lashed hard against my body with a muffled snapping sound, and the snow-white skin bulged with a crimson and bruised lash mark, causing a muffled wail.
My sister’s whipping was relentless.
I felt that the pain had reached an extreme.
surname San
This incident happened as a result of my sister’s planning.
Technically I feel surprised too.
But the accident hit me hard.
A fantasy that had been buried in my true nature for a long time was painfully awakened, catharticized, and made real by this accident, even though I was in pain at the time.
Time has passed, the pain has faded, and the incident’s has become a part of my life forever.
The simple fact of the matter is that I love to bundle up.
I’m a student at an art college, I’m 20 years old, and Chang’s okay, I guess.
170, long hair, it was early winter, no school break sister asked me to go to her house to accompany her as a companion, I wore a short skirt in the morning, T-shirt, feet wearing my favorite kind of knee-high leather boots to the thighs out of the house.
When I got to my sister’s house, I was talking with her and we were heckling and fighting for some reason.
My sister said to me in the middle of a scuffle, “Let’s play a game, she wants to tie me up with a rope.” I was surprised and said, “Sister why are you so perverted.” My sister suddenly got angry.
This I actually did not mean to provoke my sister, my sister began to ignore me, I felt bored so I lay down on her bedroom bed, my sister sat for a while and then walked out of the bedroom.
Although at this time I didn’t know what awaited me would be bondage, I was reluctant to affirm it at the time, maybe I just didn’t really realize it.
A moment later my sister entered the bedroom with her hands behind her back, at which point she swarmed over me first my feet were held and I struggled hard before my sister began to dismantle any attempts on my body.
But I still fought.
My hands were the first to be grabbed and twisted backwards by my sister, unable to move in the slightest.
But my feet were free for the time being, so I kicked aimlessly but unusually fiercely, and my sister, who was attempting to subdue me, cursed in annoyance; the leg that was kicked out had to be retracted before I could attack again, but my sister’s leg was immediately clamped in a death grip.
Although the struggle was far more symbolic than actually lethal, I think the struggle was necessary for me to be bound soon, because the declaration of determination not to give in actually gave me a certain sad enjoyment.
The noisy grappling actually lasted 2 minutes, during which my sister gagged me with her panties.
Eventually my sister rendered me completely defenseless.
My arms were twisted behind my back and I was pinned down on my back with every part of my body.
Sister took out the rope.
Start tying me up.
As soon as I was out of the way my sister was all over me, the rope went down hard over my shoulders and began its journey up my arms.
Seven hands and feet tied up half a dozen times.
She didn’t feel much when the first rope strangled my neck, as my sister had pressed hard on various parts of my body, already making me less sensitive, and then the rope began to gradually get tighter and tighter, binding my body tighter and tighter.
Gradually the pressure pressing me was no longer the main pressure, the pressure began to come mainly from the rope! This squeezing became clear, it became complete, it became ferocious, it became as if it came from all directions, it became as if it were more than just physical …… The ropes were much more effective in disintegrating me than my sister had been in squeezing me, and I wasn’t struggling at all now.
I’m surprised my sister didn’t put the rope that had tied up my hands up through the loop at the back of my neck and pull it down.
Happily, my sister has another plot.
My sister tied my legs together at the ankles and then looped the rope through my crossed and tied hands.
Apparently, my sister is going to tie S up in a four-horse-on-the-floor bind.
And at this point, with my face downward being manipulated, I wasn’t as aware of right and wrong as I was, and I didn’t know what my sister, who had tied me up, was up to behind my back.
Though mindlessly defiant, I didn’t cooperate in bringing my hands back and my feet forward to match.
At this point the sister who was liberated from the task of pressing me pulled upward hard on this strand of rope again.
My sister’s strength quickly overcame my body’s natural resistance and tied my hands and feet together.
At this point my sister actually found stockings and without hesitation tied them around the gagging panties my mouth.
My instinctive reaction to this was to say no, but apparently I couldn’t because it turned out that the panties were stuffed so deep that they had hit my throat.
After my sister had tied me up with the four horses inverted and hoofed me, she put me on the floor and all but left the bedroom.
Helpless struggling is a very sexy thing for both the tyer and the tied.
I also started trying to break the rope free.
I’ve watched more than my fair share of movies where the main characters break free of their ropes and it all seems too easy not to break free sorry man.
But the sister who bound me was far more dedicated than the no-good directors, and I soon realized that this was an impossible task; no matter how much I twisted and turned, there was not a hint of loosening in the ropes that bound me.
At this point in time I noticed a cabinet corner four or five meters away from me that looked sharp.
I’m trying to move over.
But while my wrists felt the sharp pain from the pull of my legs, my legs felt the weight of my upper body at the same time, a weight that even pulled all the muscles at my thighs raw.
The weight of my upper and lower body made both upper and lower bodies miserable, and for the first time I realized that my body itself could become so conflicted.
I let my legs come forward and my hands reach back, trying to take the pressure off of each other, while at the same time I have to move a little bit toward the corner of the cabinet.
By the tenth minute I had moved about 10 centimeters and was exhausted.
The sweat was oozing out faster and faster, and by the second ten minutes I was dripping with sweat, and there wasn’t a dry spot on my body anymore, including my socks.
I remember wearing flesh-colored stockings that day, and I went back to look at my own hands and feet bound in one place looking at them too many times to remember.
The world began to hum and I felt like I was gasping for fearful breaths, and then gasping for breath wasn’t so easy.
Anxiety and desperation mingled, pushing a hot pressure into my belly, and I began to feel the urge to pee.
I very much regretted discovering my pee, but forgetting was out of the question.
This discovery finally made me cry.
Sharp pains, sharp pains all over my body, and what scared me even more was the growing urge to pee.
Patience can’t possibly tend to too much pain and fear in the same moment, and I knew I was crying out, I just didn’t know if I had a voice or if I had tears.
At this point for me there is a vulgar description that becomes so apt, every second is a long one.
The worst thing happened in the 30th minute.
I broke down.
A stream of urine came out of the reins, relieving me of the last vestiges of my dignity.
All the pressure disappeared in an instant, and in the sudden relief and emptiness I cried out in my heart, “It’s over”.
As if the feeling of dying seemed to bring me a flash of pleasure in that moment.
I knew I never wanted to see my own face in that moment of my own life; it was an extremely distorted face with a grotesque expression.
My face became unrecognizable and hideous due to the wide openness of my cloth-stuffed mouth, due to the gnashing of teeth as I endured the pain and the pee, due to the disappointment, the shock, the remorse, the humiliation, the vertigo and the final transcendence written all together.
After a brief gap all the pain returned, and at this point I felt like a corpse, and corpses are less afraid of pain.
The pain is still there, but it’s as if it’s all someone else’s.
About forty minutes in my sister who had bound me came back.
I no longer look forward to my sister’s return.
Time loses its meaning for corpses, as does dignity.
I listened to my sister untie me like a true zombie, in fact I remained in the bound position on my own for a few moments after I was untied.
Covered in my own sweat, tears, urine and snot I no longer know how to use my body.
My sister didn’t remove the panties from my mouth and took them out a few minutes later when I could move around on my own.
The panties were completely wet, and the end that reached down his throat was stained with sour-smelling mucus.
Months passed in bondage, and only when the pain and humiliation were far away did I relive the pleasure contained within the extreme pain of the time.
I even started talking to my sister about the four horse inverted hoof bindings and the advantages.
The bondage was like a kind of magic that had been put on me, which I had inadvertently encountered and from which I could not escape.
It’s a kind of nature that belongs to me, I guess. It’s so natural that it doesn’t need to be explained.
I really don’t like all the pain that’s involved in this, but that’s the way it is.
4
I’m youthful-looking and cute, 170 tall, 46 kilograms, and I’m 20 years old.
A head of black shoulder-length hair down to the shoulders, white skin and then with a separate take out can be praised a turn of the facial features, can really be said to be a pretty girl.
I am am currently a student at an art college.
One day on vacation I was wearing a red t-shirt with a short skirt underneath and a pair of feet that went past my knees to my thighs.
Top it off with flesh-colored stockings.
Today my sister asked me to go to the busiest business district in the city center to buy clothes for the new season.
We went into a fashionable clothing store and went around and around, picking left at the trendy women’s clothes.
Right look.
There just isn’t one that you like.
I’m afraid that the clothes that my sister likes are not even produced in that world.
The kind she wanted must be different from the heavy, there must be so many ornaments on it, and a lot of new patterns, and most importantly, very few people wore them.
She ended up looking at a pair of black seven-quarter length pants.
She tried it on and it fit.
After my sister bought the pants, she went out the door and headed straight for a shoe store across the street.
There are a lot of women’s stiletto sandals there.
My sister turned into a women’s shoe boutique.
There were a lot of women’s heels there, from high, strappy, spaghetti straps to thick soles.
Rows and rows up to the roof.
This look can be silly, so many shoes, that one pair to fit ah.
At that moment a saleswoman came to her and said, “Miss, do you want to buy a pair of shoes! Then you have come to the right place.
We can be said to be the most shoes in this shoe city, you see this style, all the latest styles this year.
You’ll be satisfied with the package, you’ll love it.” Sister listened with some interest.
Thinking to myself could it really be the right place.
Okay, I’ll just pick a pair of shoes here that I’m happy with.
“I see that you have so many shoe looks here, so please help me pick one!” The saleswoman heard these words and felt that the deal was half done, thinking that I will make sure that you, this big beautiful woman, will be satisfied.
A pair of shoes was then taken near the cash register.
These shoes are spaghetti strap spaghetti roots with red spaghetti straps braided into a flower tied to a black sole, and the back spaghetti straps stand up from either side of the heel and surround a circle of red laces at the top.
You should have seen it before, it’s plain looking, but the red spaghetti strap laced flower in the front is really snazzy.
So we bought them, grabbed our packaged shoes and walked out of the shoe store.
It’s been a long morning.
So we hurried home to my sister’s house but it was such a young and fast girl who had to suffer a tragic fate.
We arrived at my sister’s house and I laid down on the bed as soon as I entered, my sister had worn me out this morning.
My sister rushed to get me a glass of water me.
So my sister said to me, “Sister do your sister a favor.” I felt surprised when my sister asked me if I knew about bondage.
I froze, not quite understanding my sister’s words.
My sister said to me again, “I only abuse girls.
Especially beautiful, pretty young girls.
I don’t see how anyone can match you in that regard, but you’re my sister.
I can’t get off my ass.
So it’s just a matter of watching you get particularly excited, like an opportunity to abuse for a while.
In fact, I want nothing more than to abuse you.
But it just won’t go down.
The biggest fear is that you don’t agree and it’s bad instead.
I can tell you all these words.
It’s because I don’t want to hide anything from you anymore.
I don’t have to hide it either.
“When I heard this, the fear in my heart was at a point where it was about to explode.
My body was constantly shaking.
The more you tremble the more you are afraid in your heart, and the more you are afraid the more you tremble in your heart.
I looked at my sister with a hint of fear and said, “So …… what are you going to do to me? “My sister said, “No, you are my sister, what can I do to you.
I’m just talking to you in the hope that you’ll accept everything I have to offer and help me treat this disease of mine as well.
“My sister’s expression was slightly tinged with a grim smile.” I quickly said, “How to cure it, tell me, tell me to go there and ask a doctor to help you?” Sister smiled bitterly and said, “You don’t need to ask a doctor, you can be cured, as long as you ask me to abuse you properly a few times, I think I’ll be fine.” “Abuse me, no, better forget it.” My sister still negotiated with me in a very gentle tone, “Good sister now, just once, I promise I won’t hurt you.
Is it good?” I still softened and said, “Okay, just once.
I have conditions.
No abusing me with tools that hurt me or I’ll call you on it.” “Good.
Good.
If we don’t have to, we don’t have to, so what are we waiting for, let’s get started!” Even though I said yes, I really didn’t know what abuse was really like, or how it could be considered abuse, and to what extent.
Much less know what SM is.
My heart is really not in it.
It’s really kind of scary.
So my sister pulled out the tools she had on me.
The sister said, “Well, sister, equipped with all the tools used against you.
Let’s get started!” I was pulled to the top of a wooden bench by my sister.
The wooden bench was just about the size of my feet, and I stood on it in my high-heeled leather boots.
It felt a little weird.
As if they were going to execute a prisoner.
I came right back down and said to my sister, “Sister don’t tell me to stand up there, I’m uncomfortable.
That’s how my sister told me to feel.
You look beautiful standing up there. Get up there and put your feet together so you’re pretty.
I had no objection but to stand up again with a little feeling of being insulted.
Put your feet together tightly.
Because it’s my sister who’s facing it.
I don’t have to be shy.
I just waited for my sister’s impending abuse of my body.
Poor me doesn’t know how bad I’m going to be in a few moments.
I stood on the wooden bench and was being admired by my sister to the fullest extent of her body.
When my sister had enjoyed herself enough she said to me, “The first step in abusing you is first to tie you up.” I can’t even stand it a little bit, it’s so sad to have to tie myself up.
Whoever told him to say yes had no choice but to comply.
I shivered as my body stood on the wooden bench thinking that it was here anyway.
It wouldn’t be good if I didn’t do what I promised my sister in the end.
Sister can abuse herself as much as she likes next, she can’t say no, it’s not like she can do anything to herself anyway.
How can I say that I’m her sister too.
I said, “Tie it, just don’t hurt me.
“My sister brought a very long rope and told me again to put my hands behind my back.
I’m really obedient now.
Said I’d do whatever I was told to do.
My sister tied both of my wrists crossed and pulled them upward until they reached both elbows.
Tied both elbows again, tied them so tightly that I screamed, “
Oops …… hurts.
Be gentle.
“My sister didn’t care about me, so she got a pair of panties and stuffed them in my mouth, and tied a stocking around my mouth.
It was just a matter of firmly pulling both of my elbows toward the center before pulling the rope upward, tying a deadbolt at the back of my neck, and wrapping the rope around the sides of my neck to my forehead again.
Tie another deadbolt at the top of both breasts.
Pull the rope to the left and right again.
Wrapping around behind me, I pull the tether, tying my elbows tightly to my body.
The sensation I was feeling now really hurt, but I didn’t make a sound, I just endured it.
She also knew it was useless for her to make a sound.
Because my sister won’t let me go when she’s already found pleasure.
After tying the rope behind her, my sister wrapped the rope around her back and front a few times, finally tying a deadbolt behind her, then pulling it down, pulling it to the small arm that tied a deadbolt, and then wrapping it around that pivot point a few times around the underside of her breasts and behind her back.
It ends up tied up behind you.
In this way the breasts were squeezed by the upper and lower ropes and were squeezed prominently.
Both elbows and small arms were tied tightly to the body again, so that there was no point of freedom for the upper body.
My sister didn’t think it was enough, so she used the saved surplus rope to wrap it around her back again to her navel, tied it in a dead knot and pulled it in the direction of my bottom.
Because I put my feet and legs together very tightly, so my sister couldn’t pull it through at all, my sister told me to stretch my legs out a little bit, and when I did, my sister pulled the rope behind me in the middle, and tied it together with my crossed hands to make a knot.
With my bottom tied up in this way, my sister pulled the rope up to a wooden beam on the roof and down.
Secure me to a wooden beam so I can’t come back down.
My sister then tied my thighs, horizontally and then wrapped them vertically a few times, and the ropes tying my thighs were finally tied in a figure 8 shape.
Next my sister tied my calves and ankles in this figure 8 shape.
By this time my whole body was tightly bound.
My sister stepped aside for a drink and then admired her masterpiece now.
Those protruding breasts, the little ass that jutted upward slightly.
I was so impressed that my sister thought how she had found such a perfect girl to be her slave, it was really God’s will! Thank Allah for that.
It’s a shame to be born into a body that’s meant to be tortured when it’s in such good condition to not be abused properly.
My sister picked up the belt and whipped it towards my ass.
At first I was able to hold it together, but then as my sister increased her strength, I began to scream,”
Woo …… Woo …… Woo …… Woo …… I really can’t take it anymore.
“My sister doesn’t care about that, the more I scream, but I can’t scream, the harder my sister pumps.
When my sister got tired of smoking, she sat down on the carpet off to the side.
After catching a few breaths, a moment later, when her sister had rested, she began a second round of abuse.
My sister came under me and jerked the wooden stool away from my feet.
I let out another scream.
Because my body could only be supported by my hands, I also used my own feet to touch the ground, but my toes could only touch the ground, and I couldn’t exert any force at all.
That’s when I could feel the pain in my hands.
My sister brought the candle and dripped it over my body.
Drops of red wax dripped onto the skin of my tender arms and thighs in a burst of fiery pain.
But there was no way for me to dodge it, as my hands and upper body were hanging firmly in mid-air.
It was only left to my sister to abuse her poor me.
My sister dripped so meticulously that there was hardly a spot where she avoided the wax.
My sister wouldn’t let me go until after she had dripped all over my entire arm and thigh.
“Sister, isn’t it comfortable?” “I keep shaking my head, just let me go, I’m dying.” Looking at my face again my body was covered in beads of sweat, oozing outward while flowing downward.
My sister said, “Okay, I’ll let you go.
But you have to promise me that from now on, whenever I say I’m going to abuse you, you have to obediently say yes, okay?”
“Okay, okay, I couldn’t stop nodding my head to show that I’ll do whatever you want from now on.
You can abuse me whenever you want, I’ll do whatever you want, just put me down.”
My sister achieved her goal and didn’t give me too much of a hard time.
After that I was released, but my hands and feet were still bound.
Then after taking me to the bathroom and rinsing me off, he said to me, “Do my sister’s words just now count?” I was so scared that I busily said, “Don’t do that, I promise you just that.”
At night, my sister asked me to spend the night with her, dragged me to bed, and “made up” me. She tied my hands to the head of the bed and then tied my feet together.
After plugging cotton in each of my vagina and anus, my sister finished by hanging two small bells on each of my breasts on my shirt.
My sister lay in bed and said to me, whose movement was restricted, “If something happens at night, ring the bell to wake me up, and from now on you must do as I say.” Lying in bed I thought about everything that had happened before and today, and the tears broke through the aggression and flowed down again.
In the middle of the night, I woke up and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a leak.
I then pivoted on my feet and hands and put my body in a bow shape.
Then shaking the bell on my chest trying to call up my sister and tell her to cut me loose.
But my sister slept like a dead pig how can not wake up, I was anxious straight sweat, desperately shaking breasts to make noise.
But my sister just wouldn’t wake up, and finally I kicked her with both feet to wake her up.
My sister got up and scolded, “Looking for death.
Dare to kick me with your feet, good, I did not want to torture you, told you to have strong feet, I want your crippled minions today.” With that, he loosened the ropes that tied me to the bed, grabbed my long hair with his left hand, and with his right hand, he lifted the ropes that had already left the bed and tied them to his hands.
Then pull upward.
Making my hands stretch tightly upward, my sister kept my panties gagged in case I made a noise in the middle of the night.
I just oooh~ oooh~ and get pulled down into the toilet by my sister.
No words could even come out of his mouth.
My sister unlocked the door to her room.
When I looked at the coldness of the toilet, I felt little fear, because I thought there was no way to torture me without the torture device, but I thought wrong.
My sister brought a rope and tied my two elbows together again, so tightly that I could only lean back.
Instead of tying my bottom this time, my sister lowered me to the ground, then tightly bound my thighs and calves, and finally the ankles of my feet.
Then my sister brought in a long, thin rope and tied both of my feet together, the extra rope going through the hose on the roof then pulling downward.
Until after pulling my head down a foot or so from the ground, my whole body was suspended upside down, and the part of the force was on both of Wen’s feet, although wearing boots made my whole body pain was concentrated on my feet, I swayed from side to side in pain.
But the more I wiggled my foot, the more it hurt.
The thin rope tightened little by little through the boot into the flesh of my foot.
I just remembered to take a piss, and now with all this fussing, I’m incontinent.
The urine flowed down with my pussy all the way down.
face and long hair flowing onto the floor.
My sister said to Raven, “Look how low you slut is.
Piss wherever you want, I’m going to have a good time with you today.”
After saying that, he took out a pen and spent a few circles on my butt and took out a toy bullet gun, loaded it and shot me in the butt, I grunted miserably in pain.
But he was hanging from his sister like this, and there was no way to avoid it, so he could only let her play with his ass.
My sister fired dozens more shots in a row until my ass was swollen.
But my sister still thinks it’s cheap.
Just took out his belt again and rammed it up my ass.
Every time I whip the wound on my ass, I hear a scream.
The urine that hadn’t drained from my face was streaming downward with tears.
It made the ground wet.
When my sister got tired of smoking, she sat to the side and said to me, who was hanging upside down, “Let’s hang you here today, and I’m too lazy to untie the rope from you.” I desperately shook my head with the last bit of strength I had.
I knew that both of my feet were paralyzed by now, and that if I hung overnight, they would have to be pulled off.
My sister took a break and stood up to untie the rope from the hose.
The words came out of his mouth, “Who asked you to be my sister? If it were anyone else I would have asked you to hang for the night.
Okay, I’m gonna put you down.
I’ll untie the other ropes for you in the morning. Think about it yourself at night.
How sorry you are for me.
“When I finished speaking my sister put me down, I put down most of my body lying on my own urine, and I didn’t have much strength left to move my body, so I just lay there on my urine.
Himself was punished by his sister that poor ah!
I guess both feet turned purple.
The rope was still biting into my flesh, and I didn’t dare move my foot for fear that if I did, it would break.
With that I was bound all over my body, lying on my side, tears falling to the ground.
The toilet was dark and cold, and the air smelled a little fishy.
Without realizing it I fell asleep because I was really tired.
The next day, my sister helped me to the bathroom to take a shower.
After I washed up, my sister added another rope to my hands that had been twisted behind me and tied up with a rope, and then pulled them upward.
Tied both elbows together again as well.
Then the neck.
Boobs, all told my sister to tie them in knots.
After my upper body was tied up by my sister.
My sister told me to sit down with my back to a hose, and then my sister tied me securely to the hose.
My sister first wrapped my neck with the hose a few times before tying it tight at the back of the post, then my body also wrapped with the hose before tying it tight, and later the small of my back.
Then my sister tied both of my thighs in a figure 8 pattern, and the rope saved from tying them was tied behind the hose again, one on each side of the left and right.
This put my thighs against my breasts, and my thighs stretched up high were not going to keep my pussy out of the way, so my panties were exposed.
Then my sister gagged me again with my panties and tied me with stockings so I couldn’t make a sound.
My sister has begun my execution.
First, I took one of the toothpicks from the box and stuck it in my leg.
The zap saw the tendons in my legs jerk and a whimper escape my lips.
My sister came to her senses and followed it up with a bit.
Two times, Masazumi messed up both my legs with a toothpick, the sweat on my face flowed downward along with the two binkies, and a lot of beads of sweat oozed out of my chest.
After the execution, it’s the body arm’s turn.
My sister took a toothpick needle and stuck it in my left arm, then took out another and stuck it in my right arm.
No skin on the chest and body just one by one, and in a moment’s time, a box of toothpicks was broken.
Not stopping there, my sister took out two more candles and dripped them evenly over my exposed skin.
Until it dripped all over me, I was now in a semi-conscious state from the pain.
My sister said to me, “Sister, don’t blame me for having a hard hand.
The only thing I ask is that you stay at home with me every day on vacation and be my slave from now on, do you think that’s okay?” I was already in pain and didn’t have much strength left, but I still slowly shook my head.
Sister said, “Well then, I will use torture to make you say yes.” After saying that, my sister used the flame of the candle to burn my thighs.
I screamed in agony, desperately swinging my body.
But the body was securely fastened to the hose and couldn’t move at all.
Another scream.
I really can’t top it, and I nodded my head in a hurry, “Okay, I promise you, I promise …… all ……… of it.”
My sister stood up just bursting into a fit of giggles and grabbed the rope again, tying my upper body in five directions and through my pussy finally tying it in a death knot behind me.
And then turn my thighs.
Calf.
The ankles were all tied into a figure of eight, and then the whole body was fixed to the water pipe and tied tightly, my sister finally felt that it did not work, so she raised my body a little bit more, so that I could only use my feet on the ground to support my body.
Finally, my sister brought a bottle of drink and told me to drink it down and then gagged my mouth, my sister saw me drink it down and told me on her way out: “I will come back to bring me food at mealtimes, and at night I will be escorted to take a bath and facilitate.
After that my sister went to the bedroom.
I can only feel cold and fear when I look at this toilet.
All the lights in the restroom were shining on my body, and it was so quiet in the restroom that I could even hear myself breathing.
Again, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.
It was already going to be close to noon, and my sister knew the fun was about to begin.
My sister brought drinks and drank herself while admiring her masterpiece.
It wasn’t long before I started to stir, feeling myself as if some screaming ants were starting to crawl up my body.
It seems like some of them are working their way up from the hose and some are working their way up on my feet.
It seems to want to move up.
I bobbed up and down trying to shake these ant-like things off.
But there was too much of it, and that was impossible, and that’s when I felt as if my sister had put some kind of drug into the water.
I feel like a few ants have crawled up to my ankles and wrists and keep trying to climb up, if not for the fact that my feet and legs are firmly tied, I desperately want to struggle out, my sister watched from the doorway of the restroom as my feet kept clumping together and then violently stretching out lol and laughed.
I don’t know how long it took, but I stopped struggling.
Started sticking together, letting these things that felt like bugs climb and taste.
My sister felt a little off, thinking the drug had gone too far, after looking all over me.
That’s when I felt my neck.
On the breasts.
Both hands had been crawling with hundreds of abominable bugs.
They indulged their teeth in savoring the scent of my body.
I feel like all the bugs crawling on my vagina have picked up cutlery to use.
I’m clenching my teeth in an agonizing struggle.
But the ropes were tied so tightly that it was impossible to struggle.
You can only endure these painful invasions.
My eyes were tightly closed, my head was raised high to the side, and so many beads of sweat were oozing out of my face …… I was in pain at this point, straight red beads, and my feet were always tightly pressed together.
Hours passed and my sister’s drink was finished.
So much of the medicine in me has receded.
My sister walked into the restroom at that point and relieved me.
Pulling me into the bedroom now, I feel like my body is all over the place.
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