Bound OL Exposed

My name is Zhang Lin, I'm twenty-three years old, and I work in an office, a so-called white-collar worker. I have a standard melon-seed face and my looks are decent enough (I've had plenty of little boys confess their feelings to me since I was young). Plus, thanks to my meticulous upkeep, my figure is also shapely and alluring. However, contrary to my striking appearance, I'm actually quite a lewd girl. Perhaps it's because my body is naturally very sensitive. Ever since I stumbled upon a pop-up ad online when I was younger, I've been hooked. I started browsing similar websites and experimenting with [X], deriving a kind of secret [X] from it. As my body matured, my desires grew stronger. After graduating from university, I was introduced to my current company by my parents. I moved out to live on my own, citing the inconvenience of commuting as my reason. The real reason, of course, was that some things are difficult to do under my parents' watchful eyes. A girl needs her own private space, after all. Getting back to the point, I don't like heavy BDSM games, but I'm particularly fond of bondage. I love the feeling of ropes digging into my flesh

I eagerly opened my locker and took out a 20-centimeter dildo. Since my pussy was already wet, the dildo slid in smoothly. My pussy felt stuffed as I thrust the dildo in and out, "Not yet, I'm not ready... I can't come yet—" I bit my lip, stopping my movements. Mmm, I want to cum so badly, I really do. I took out another dildo. My pussy was already full, so I couldn't play favorites. The 4-centimeter thick dildo, with the help of lubricant, firmly plugged my asshole. I had never used this one before, and now that I tried it, it seemed a bit too big. I felt like my asshole was about to burst. Once the lubricant dried, it would be hard to pull out. But it was fine, I'd take it out later anyway. I thought to myself, though I'd be tormented by this little guy later. How should I decorate my breasts? I usually bound them with ropes, but today I wanted to try something new. I looked at the handcuffs I usually used to restrain my hands. "Heh, this is a good idea!" I marveled at my own genius. I held the handcuffs up to my breasts. The handcuffs, with a diameter of less than ten centimeters, were a stark contrast to my large breasts. How could they possibly fit? But I had come this far, and today I was determined to make them fit, no matter what. This wouldn't stump me. First, I poured lubricant into my palm, spread it evenly, and rubbed it onto my breasts, making them slippery and shiny. I picked up one handcuff with my left hand and pressed my right breast with my right hand, squeezing it towards my palm like milking a cow. Then, I forcefully stretched it forward. Even with the lubricant, the handcuff got stuck at the front and couldn't go any further. "Hmph, I don't believe I can't handle you," I grunted, changing my method. I pressed the sides of my left breast with my thumbs and used my index and middle fingers to squeeze the ends of the handcuff inwards. I felt my breast let out a muffled cry. Suddenly, the pressure in my hands loosened, and the handcuff slipped through and locked onto the base of my nipple. I did the same for my right nipple, locking the other handcuff. They were too tight. I felt like I was suffocating. The silver handcuffs dug into my flesh, leaving only a small portion reflecting light. My breasts felt like water-filled balloons, about to burst. I'd take a few photos to commemorate this and then take them off, I thought, and began to decorate my nipples. These nipple clamps were something I bought from abroad. They looked like extra-small arm warmers, with an inner and outer layer. The inner layer was made of highly elastic silk, and the outer layer was made of hard alloy. The inner side of the outer layer was covered with fine needles. This gear was specifically designed for horny sluts. Normally, nothing would happen, but once I got horny and my nipples swelled, the inner silk would stretch, and the small spikes on the outer layer would stimulate my nipples. My nipples, stimulated, would continue to swell, creating a vicious cycle of endless stimulation. However, I didn't plan to torment my nipples for too long; I'd take them off later (I kept telling myself this). To look beautiful, stockings were essential. I picked up a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose and put them on my legs. I stroked my smooth legs. It wasn't bragging, but my legs were shapely, long, and delicate, with a soft, lustrous sheen. I smoothed out any wrinkles from the crotch down to my toes. High heels were also a must. I slipped on a pair of 9-centimeter single-strap heels. The high heels made my legs look even more slender and my hips more alluring. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring my seductive appearance. A small dark patch had appeared on the flesh-colored pantyhose in my crotch. Through the stockings, I gripped the dildo and swayed it left and right. My nipples, tormented by the small spikes, grew more and more aroused. My body, already on the verge, soon reached its climax. "Ah—" I moaned loudly in the room. My cum dripped down my crotch and onto the floor. I lay on the bed for a while to rest, then stood up, took a photo of myself, and prepared to remove the gear. After cumming, all my sensitive areas had started to ache. But just then, something unexpected happened... Ding dong—ding dong—ding dong. A hurried doorbell rang. "Who is it?" I walked to the door. A woman who looked like a noblewoman stood on the steps. Damn it, Mom was here. What should I do? I panicked and wanted to remove all my restraints. But the nipple clamps became a problem. It had taken so much effort to put them on, and taking them off was not easy. The doorbell rang again. I couldn't worry about it anymore. I shoved everything into a box and pushed it under the bed, quickly changed into the business attire I had taken off last night, and opened the door for my mother. My mother looked me up and down as she walked into the house. Her intense gaze made me a little uncomfortable. It felt like her gaze could see through my clothes to my seductive state. The devices under my clothes kept stimulating me. I could almost hear the dildo vibrating. "Mom, why are you here?" I went up to her and linked my arm through hers, trying to avoid her gaze.

Chen Yi poured me a glass of water and chatted about everyday things. After resting, I remembered a very important purpose for this trip. I went into Chen Yi's bedroom and opened the closet. As I expected, it was all conservative clothing. Earlier, I noticed that the shoe rack by the entrance was filled with nothing but chunky, short heels. This wouldn't do. Through my persistent nagging, threats, and inducements, I successfully persuaded (or rather, wheedled) Chen Yi into discarding all her underwear and short-heeled shoes. I also told her she was forbidden from wearing underwear from now on. While dealing with her lower body was manageable, Chen Yi and I had a significant disagreement regarding bras. In the end, I compromised, allowing her to wear nipple covers of my choosing. Hmph, she'll be begging me to take them off sooner or later. Tomorrow is a long-awaited day off, so tonight I'll be shopping online for new clothes, shoes, and socks for Chen Yi, to adorn her alluring body. On a certain adult website I frequent, I easily purchased intimate items not available in regular stores. Besides common bondage gear like eye masks and handcuffs, this time I also bought a pair of realistic prosthetic gloves, a voice changer, and an incredibly lifelike dildo. These will play a crucial role in my upcoming training plan for Chen Yi. The packages arrived in two separate deliveries to my place and Chen Yi's. On Saturday afternoon, I used the excuse of going home to change clothes to secretly pack the purchased items into my bag and returned to Chen Yi's residence. Chen Yi was curious, with a hint of anticipation, about these strange-looking training props. Perhaps she was also looking forward to being played with, I thought, as I began planning tonight's preparations. After dinner, I mysteriously proposed taking Chen Yi out for some outdoor exhibitionism tonight. Chen Yi didn't resist much. The previous two company events involving binding had filled her with anticipation for this kind of training. My suggestion to leave at midnight further enhanced Chen Yi's sense of security; she readily agreed. After dinner, I found some adult films and watched them with Chen Yi. She was stimulated by the diverse methods shown in the videos. "So, it can be done like this," Chen Yi remarked. "It's about time," the night was hazy, and outside, only the chirping of summer cicadas could be heard. I decided to begin tonight's game with Chen Yi. Chen Yi obediently put her hands behind her back. "No, no, tie them in front." Although she didn't understand, Chen Yi still did as I said. Tonight's rope play didn't involve knots, nor did it directly go around Chen Yi's pussy as usual. Instead, it was split into two strands, deliberately parting Chen Yi's bush, as if specifically to open up her little hole for penetration. Chen Yi didn't suspect my deliberate little actions, attributing it to my unique and novel binding method. I simply made a rope bra for her upper body, clipping the clamps onto Chen Yi's erect nipples. The tether at the other end of the clamps was held in my hand, ensuring Chen Yi would follow me obediently. Oh, right, I almost forgot about these sheer pantyhose. It took me quite some effort to get Chen Yi to put them on. They're even more seductive than being naked, I thought, as I helped Chen Yi slip on her newly purchased 14cm stiletto heels. Their unique metallic sheen exuded a distinct beauty. The heels, deliberately bought a size too small, combined with their extreme height, visibly squeezed Chen Yi's toes together. Next up is this. I took out an eye mask. Chen Yi became flustered, as I hadn't mentioned blindfolding her beforehand. She resisted, even though I repeatedly reassured her that I would be there. Unfortunately, Chen Yi's physical restraints were already in place. Despite her myriad objections, the eye mask was put on her. Deprived of her sight, Chen Yi clearly became restless, constantly asking about my whereabouts. So, I simply stuffed a ball gag into Chen Yi's mouth. Now, only muffled "Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph" sounds could be heard. Besides the little gadgets bought online, I also specifically brought a pair of slippers. The sound of high heels is too easily identifiable. This time, I want to give Chen Yi an experience with no room for error. I simply wrapped a trench coat around Chen Yi, and then I prepared to take her out. The sound of the door opening startled Chen Yi; she seemed reluctant to step outside. I had no choice but to pull on the tether attached to Chen Yi's nipples to force her out. The sound of the door latching onto the door frame shattered Chen Yi's last shred of hope. She had no choice but to follow me down the stairs. Unable to see the steps and unaccustomed to such high heels, Chen Yi appeared hesitant for the first few steps, even with my support. It wasn't until we successfully descended two flights that she improved. While Chen Yi carefully controlled her steps to avoid her heels making too much noise on the ground, I maliciously increased the pressure on my feet, frequently drawing Chen Yi's displeasure. Of course, all she could do now was express it with "Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph." After leaving a trail of [X] behind, I successfully led Chen Yi out of the building. The summer night breeze still raised goosebumps on Chen Yi's skin. The sound of the wind rustling through the leaves seemed to make her even more restless. "I know, I know, we'll go back after a quick stroll, okay?" I promised insincerely. But this seemed to be a calming balm for Chen Yi. She nodded and followed me further. Having already scouted and familiarized myself with the layout of the complex, I skillfully led Chen Yi to the communal restroom. Since every household had a toilet, and the complex was old, the lights in the restroom flickered. The echo of footsteps on the tiles made Chen Yi realize where she was, and she began to grow anxious again. But I didn't give her much time to react. I took out handcuffs and secured the connection of the hemp rope binding Chen Yi's hands to the flush pipe of the toilet (as it was a squat toilet). This action undoubtedly intensified Chen Yi's resistance. The "Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph" protests from her mouth became more frequent. I ignored Chen Yi's protests and instead took out a pair of leg shackles. Unlike ordinary leg shackles, these were connected not by a thin chain but by a metal rod about fifty to sixty centimeters long, preventing the wearer from closing their legs. "Well then, Chen Yi, I'm leaving now. Don't make too much noise. Although it's late, it wouldn't be good if someone came, would it?" I said, simultaneously taking away the trench coat draped over Chen Yi, leaving her completely exposed to the air. "~Mmmph... Mmmph... Mmmph~" Chen Yi writhed her body, making sounds. She was likely asking me not to leave. How could I grant her wish? I deliberately walked away in my high heels, but in reality, I hid nearby, secretly observing Chen Yi's reaction. The echo of my heels grew fainter. Chen Yi seemed to despair. All her movements were slow, as if afraid of making the slightest sound.

This abstinence, devoid of pleasure, is a dual torment for my carnal soul, both mentally and physically. Even if it were just my little finger, I just want something to [X] my little pussy right now. "Ahhhh, the only two places on my body capable of pleasure are now imprisoned by metal. I'm forced to shift my gaze to my anus; it's the only opening I can control now. "Before, in erotic novels and adult films, I'd seen plots involving doggy style and anal training. The female protagonists usually reveled in it. Although I've tried inserting thinner dildos and pleasure balls, the satisfaction I got was never as high as from my clitoris. Generally, it just felt like a distension, a bit uncomfortable. If I had to say, only the stinging sensation of [X] being stretched brought me a sliver of pleasure. "So, anal training has always been a secondary role for me, like a dessert after a meal, merely for accompaniment. "I took out an inflatable butt plug I'd bought at some point. It felt soft in my hand, like rubber leather. Two bulbous parts, like little balloons, were connected by a thin tube. "I applied some lubricant to my anus. The already small balls easily entered my asshole. I squeezed the other rubber ball in my hand, pumping air into it. I could clearly feel the ball, which had been shrunken, expanding inside my rectum. Soon, the rubber was tightly pressed against the [X] inside my anus. "It felt so full, like my anus was about to tear. I didn't feel much pleasure, so I dejectedly pulled out the inflatable butt plug and moved on to the next toy. "It was a beaded plug [X]. I'd used this before and liked it. There were many plastic balls of varying sizes, some with special textures on their surfaces to enhance stimulation. "Most importantly, each individual ball wasn't too large. I slowly inserted the balls, one by one, into my backdoor. The texture of the small balls rubbed against my flesh walls, truly giving me the pleasure of my anus being filled with a foreign object. Although each ball was small, the multiple balls thoroughly filled my entire anus. But the biggest advantage of the beaded plug isn't just the filling. "I pulled the ring left at the entrance of my anus, and with one tug, the entire beaded plug was pulled out. That sensation seemed to vibrate through my pussy, and my lower body felt a surge of wetness. My legs trembled, feeling weak. "‘Ah—’ I moaned, starting to understand why some people enjoy anal stimulation. That last tug had sent me into a state of blissful ecstasy. "Next up, this one. I stared at the semi-transparent glass butt plug in my hand, crystal clear. It was shaped like a dildo, with a rose carved at the base, fitting my delicate personality. ‘Can be used frozen or heated for enhanced effect.’ "‘What is this? How interesting,’ I read the included instructions. ‘Is it yogurt? Will it taste better frozen?’ After reading this, I tossed the instructions aside, completely missing the design notes that followed. I played with the dildo-shaped butt plug. Hmm, there seems to be liquid inside. This toy seems to be hollow, and I can feel liquid sloshing around. Whatever, I'll try it tomorrow at work. "Since the designer said so, I should definitely try it. It's getting late anyway, I'll deal with it tomorrow. I tossed the glass butt plug into the freezer. "‘Wow—ahhh, so sleepy,’ I rubbed my drowsy eyes. Ever since I started abstaining, my sleep hasn't been good. When I hug my knees under the covers, I always feel the urge to rub my vulva. "After washing up, I naturally didn't forget my little friend. When I took the glass plug out of the refrigerator, it was covered in a layer of frost. But strangely, the touch wasn't as bone-chilling as I'd expected, which allowed me to confidently insert it into my backdoor. It just felt significantly heavier than yesterday. "I carefully inserted the little guy into my anus. The coolness traveled from my intestines all the way to my forehead. Mmm, this is so amazing. I've never experienced anything like this before; a unique sensation filled my heart. "Considering that a small part of the glass plug was sticking out of my [X], it would look unsightly with a form-fitting skirt, and bending over or moving too much would easily reveal it. So, I put on a loose floral dress, went barefoot, and paired it with high-heeled sandals, looking quite youthful and vibrant. "On the way to work, the glass plug seemed to be melting. Drops of water started to drip from between my legs. I regretted not wearing stockings. Without any covering, I felt a bit scared. And I don't know if it was my imagination, but even though it was inside my warm body, the glass plug seemed to be getting colder than before. Conversely, a heat began to rise from within me, leaving me feeling dazed and disoriented. "I managed to make it to the office and sat at my desk, clamping my legs together, hoping to alleviate some of the coolness inside my anus. I also felt a liquid accumulating in my intestines, making me increasingly hazy. At this moment, I realized that this unusual fake-[X] must contain some kind of aphrodisiac. "‘I can't go on like this,’ I decided to go to the restroom to remove the glass plug. Just as I was about to stand up, I changed my mind. Because the glass plug had melted and leaked a lot of water between my legs, my floral dress was already wet, leaving a water stain around my buttocks. If I went now and was discovered, I wouldn't be able to explain it. "With this consideration, I ultimately abandoned the idea and endured the torment of the glass plug in my seat.

"This is tricky," I retreated to my bedroom, pondering my next move. Convincing reasons weren't easy to come by. The signal light on my phone glowed, unread messages I dreaded facing. Sighing, I pulled my combination lock box from under the bed. A photo album lay flat at the bottom, its ornate metal border obscuring any analysis, a delicate iron lock hanging from its clasp. This album had been with me since high school. I'd begged my mom for a camera then; phone pictures just weren't ideal. I wanted to capture my most beautiful moments, to revisit them when I felt down, finding solace in the genuine reflection of myself. Flipping through each photograph, I reminisced about the surging feelings of those times, as if returning to that season, experiencing a kind of soul-stirring pleasure. The last few were candid shots of Sister Chen Yi. One showed her looking pitiful, blindfolded and chained in a public restroom. Another captured her smiling on a summer night, making me feel as if bathed in a spring breeze. I couldn't help but recall that popular meme, "Heh heh heh, Madam, you wouldn't want your daughter's lewd photos to fall into the wrong hands, would you?" I mimicked in a falsetto voice, chuckling at my own performance. "Into whose hands?" a voice echoed from behind. Ah ha, ha, ha, I forced a laugh, turning around, speechless. Auntie's gaze was fixed on my hands, specifically on the photo album I held. "Would you mind if I took a look?" Though phrased politely, her tone left no room for refusal. Auntie took the album from me, starting from the first page – my first high school selfie. The photo showed me, naked, kneeling on the floor, hands cuffed behind my back. My high ponytail was tied with a thin string to the shackles on my feet, forcing my body to arch backward. My breasts were high, a crimson bead prominent at the top of the frame. A vibrator swayed between my legs, the lens clearly capturing the moment of my climax, every pubic hair in sharp focus. My pale skin contrasted beautifully with the dark shackles. A rustling sound reached my ears as Auntie's fair fingers turned the pages. I dared not look at her expression, my gaze following her moving fingers. How mortifying! My toes curled inside my slippers. Admiring them myself hadn't felt this way, but having an outsider, an elder, see these embarrassing photos made me squirm. The first few pictures were of solitary self-indulgence indoors. Later, my courage grew, and I began to capture outdoor scenes. The picture Auntie was looking at now was taken on a rainy day. I still remembered how heavily it rained that day. While in class, a daring idea struck me. I made up a quick excuse and went home. My excellent grades meant neither my teachers nor my parents suspected anything. I was already impatient. As soon as I got home, I stripped off all my clothes. Today, I didn't plan to use too many accessories. I inserted just three pleasure balls, barely the size of marbles but surprisingly heavy. Their surface was covered in fine fuzz, which tickled my sensitive walls as I slowly inserted them. I wasn't entirely sure of their exact effect, as I enjoyed the thrill of the unknown when buying new toys. Knowing everything beforehand would diminish the fun, and it wouldn't align with my initial intention of self-restraint. This particular item would cause me considerable trouble later. "I'll let you off the hook this time," I murmured, rubbing my nipples. I then reached for a pair of high heels from the shoe cabinet – simple white ones, accompanied by a white, floor-length dress. It was what I wore to the school's formal opening ceremony, my wildest high school escapade. Thousands of students sat in the audience. On stage, I was naked, wearing only a vibrator. The inside of the pure white dress was stained with copious amounts of white discharge. The buzzing from the vibrator was drowned out by the background music. Since I was still a student, the heels were only 5 centimeters high, not very tall. They didn't create the arch I desired, but they sufficed for the moment. Next came the raincoat. A transparent one draped over my bare body, it clung tightly to my skin when the rain hit, revealing the flesh beneath. It offered no concealment, instead creating a tantalizing, semi-transparent allure. After packing the camera into my bag and placing it in the bicycle's basket, I prepared to set off. The ankle-length raincoat restricted my movement, and the thin layer between my buttocks and the seat made it slippery. I lifted the raincoat, allowing my bare skin to make intimate contact with the saddle. The pointed tip of the leather seat pressed against my wet pussy. It was already a mess inside, the three small balls bumping and grinding against each other, seemingly having changed somehow. I rode down a forest path, the heavy rain drumming against the leaves, a rustling symphony in my ears. The fine raindrops seemed to envelop the entire world, blurring my vision. Cars occasionally sped past on the road nearby. Perhaps someone with keen eyesight might have caught a glimpse of a naked figure cycling through the rain. I reached my destination: a narrow mountain path, winding upwards with stone steps. The path was deserted. With each step I took in my high heels on the flagstones, the small balls in my pussy would jolt. Yet, no sticky fluid seeped from my inner thighs. Instead, the fine fuzz on the surface of the balls inside me began to harden, pricking my nerves. My ankles ached unbearably. Under an archway halfway up the mountain, I knelt, spreading my legs in an M-shape. My dense, dark bush was visible through the transparent raincoat. The camera captured the moment.