(SM) The girl who became a slave (rape and abuse adult novel)

(1) Adventures in the Royal Palace I am a businessman, a true Frenchman. I often do business in the Middle East and get to know many people from Arab royal families. We get along very well with each other, especially the steward of a chief. I helped him a lot in business, often supplying him with scarce commodities that the chiefs liked, which made him deeply favored by the royal family. He was also very grateful to me, so we talked about everything. Once we talked about social systems and slavery in ancient Rome. He told me: From a certain perspective, there are still remnants of slavery because slaves do exist in today's society. Of course, ordinary people cannot see this, and only a very small number of people, under specific circumstances, keep slaves. I was very curious and interested when I heard it. I hope he can help me see it. I know him. He is a real person and never makes up stories. He certainly knows about modern slavery. After hearing my request, he looked very embarrassed. He said it was very difficult because these things happened within the Arab royal family and they would never allow outsiders to know about it, especially Westerners. It was even more impossible for a Frenchman to arrive at the scene. The more he said this, the more curious I became. I begged him again and again for a favor. He really couldn't help it, so he agreed and said he would arrange it when there was a better opportunity. After a while, he asked me to do everything I could to buy back a lost heirloom treasure of the royal family. This treasure was very important to him, and the operation had to be kept secret so that no third party would know about it. I heard that this treasure ended up somewhere in Southeast Asia, and the person who got it didn't know its true value. He thought I was his only most reliable candidate, that I was resourceful and had many friends, and that I would definitely be able to get the job done. I would arrange the expenses, regardless of the cost. It took me almost a year, trying every possible way, and I finally bought back Wang Bao's lost heirloom. Completed his important task. When I sent the treasure to his kingdom, he was very happy. I took this opportunity to bring up the old matter again. He considered it for a long time and finally agreed, asking me not to leave for the time being and to wait for his news. Two days later, he came excitedly and told me that the opportunity had come. Because the treasure had been found, the chief wanted to summon me and invite me to be a guest in the palace. He said: As long as we enter the palace, things will be simple. He has good connections with everyone in the palace and can arrange anything. He also told me quietly that the palace recently bought a batch of slaves, especially a girl from France, whom the chief liked very much and might make her a princess. He could arrange for a meeting. On the third day of my stay in the palace, he came to me early in the morning and took me to a large, secluded room in the harem. He told me to sit there and wait while he arranged to meet her. If there were any unexpected circumstances during the meeting, he would come to inform me. He handed me a few keys and told me that she was wearing shackles, handcuffs and a chastity belt. It cannot be opened, and the key to unlock it is kept in the hands of the chief. The other chains can be removed, but they must be locked again when leaving. Because she was new, and the place where they were held had no walls and was surrounded by endless desert, and she was away from the iron cage, the guards tied her up very tightly and locked her very firmly when they handed her to me, so you can't be disgusted. I let her come here by herself. After giving his instructions, he left. This is a very large room with nothing placed in it. My friend temporarily put a small table there with a large bottle of cold boiled water and two cups on it. The floor is covered with thick carpet. Half an hour later, I heard the sound of jingling chains outside the door. The sound was getting closer and closer, and stopped at the door. I hurried to the door and saw a woman covered with transparent black gauze from head to toe, with a board on her shoulder. I said in French, "Miss, please come in." She did not agree, and looked very surprised. She walked in slowly, jingling, jingling, one small step at a time, dragging heavy shackles and a long iron chain, and stood in the middle of the room. The black veil she was wearing was fixed on her head. I guess she couldn't take it off by herself, so I went forward to help her remove the clip, and the black veil slipped off her head. She was really a beautiful girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with thick brown hair tied up on her head, big blue eyes, long bangs, and long, thin black eyebrows. She had a high nose bridge, a rosy face, and a huge rubber ball stuffed in her bright red mouth. A rubber strip passed through the rubber ball from the corner of her mouth to the back of her head and fixed it tightly. No wonder she couldn't speak. She had a heavy Chinese-style wooden collar with iron sheets on her shoulders. Her head was in the big hole on the collar, through which you could see a steel collar locked around her neck. A thick iron chain was fixed to the steel collar, which extended out of the big hole on the collar, hung down from the wooden board of the collar and dragged on the ground. Her two tender white hands were locked through the two small holes in the collar, tightly grasping the thick iron chain to reduce the pulling force of the chain on her neck. Below the two small holes of the pillory, a pair of heavy handcuffs were visible on the wrists, and a thin iron chain connected the two handcuffs. There was a round iron ring in the middle of the thin iron chain, which was connected to a steel collar and another thick iron chain. The other end of the thick iron chain was connected to the chain between two steel rings of shackles. The shackles were very heavy and connected with a 6-inch long thick iron chain. It was very difficult to walk and she could only take half a step, dragging a thick iron chain with the steel collar. She wore long black fishnet stockings and lace garters, and a very short mini skirt. She wore a leather bra on her upper body that exposed her breasts, and her breasts were tightly tied up with hemp ropes as thick as her little finger. The wrists were fixed in a cangue, and the arms were tied behind the back. Two hemp ropes were passed across the shoulders, and a hemp rope was passed through the back of the neck to tighten the rope around the arms and hands, making it impossible to move. Tie the breasts tightly with hemp rope above and below, and strangle them all around. Forces the breasts to stand up high. Two ring locks are locked on the black and red nipples, and the nipple locks are connected by a thin chain, and in the middle of the thin chain there is an iron chain locked to the iron ring of the steel neck ring. She was wearing a pair of sparkling sandals with six-inch heels. She was almost standing on tiptoes with the top of her feet in line with her legs. She was tall, with big arms and a thin waist, and these sandals made her breasts stand higher, making her look slimmer and sexier. I was almost stunned. A weak girl of seventeen or eighteen years old was tied up so harshly. Not to mention in the heavily guarded palace, even if she was left in the wild without anyone guarding her, she would not be able to escape. The girl stood for a while, then slowly squatted down, and finally bent her legs with great difficulty, and knelt in front of me with a thud. Every time she moved, the chains all over her body jingled. I thought to myself, there really are slaves in the world. Look at this girl, with shackles, handcuffs, and ropes tied up. The shackles and chains on her body weigh at least ten kilograms. It really makes people feel sympathy and pity. I suddenly remembered the keys I had on me, which could immediately remove some of her chains, making it easier for us to communicate. I first untied the straps behind her head that secured the rubber ball in her mouth. The rubber ball was too big and had stretched her mouth to the limit. I held her chin and took a lot of effort to take the rubber ball out. After the rubber ball was taken out, she still couldn't close her mouth, and saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth. I wiped her saliva with a handkerchief. After a long time, she reluctantly said vaguely: "Thank you..." I used the key to put on the neck and hand shackles, and untied the hemp rope on her body, only to find that although she was wearing a leather bra on her upper body, this leather bra was actually used to bind her breasts. Her upper body was almost naked, and the tightly bound hemp ropes left red marks on her fair skin. I helped her sit down by herself and rubbed her numb feet with her handcuffed hands. I tried to help her take off her sandals, but found it was futile because the sandal straps also had locks and the sandals were also made of steel. She smiled friendly and said, "It's rare to see people from my hometown here." She seemed to be indifferent to her situation. I poured her a glass of water, and she drank it in one gulp. She said, "I drool too much with the rubber ball in my mouth. I'm so thirsty."

I asked her, "You must feel very uncomfortable being shackled, handcuffed, and tied up like this."

"It's okay. I've gotten used to it over time. At the same time, doing this is fun." I was even more surprised: "You're a little girl, and you're wearing such heavy shackles and handcuffs, which must weigh at least ten kilograms. You can ask the chief to change to lighter ones, which can also prevent you from escaping." "This pair of handcuffs weighs two kilograms." She shook the clinking handcuffs and said, "This pair of shackles weighs four kilograms. The steel collar and chain weigh four kilograms. The sandals weigh one kilogram. The chastity belt weighs five kilograms. The nipple lock weighs two kilograms. The total weight is 117 kilograms."

"Why do you know so clearly that they are locked in you and cannot be weighed?"

"I made these things for myself at my own expense, so the size fits me perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose. The weight is also processed according to my requirements." She stood up again. She walked up to me with a jingle, stretched out her hand to let me see the handcuffs, then lifted up the shackles with a jingle so I could see the heavy shackles, and said, "This was made by a famous old blacksmith. The workmanship is so fine. The chief praised it and let me use it." After she said that, she held the shackles chain with one hand and the long chain that mopped the floor with the other hand, and walked around the room twice with a jingle, jingle, and said as she walked, "I've been locked in an iron cage for a whole day and haven't moved. I'll walk around to move my joints." It was really interesting to see a beautiful girl walking with shackles and handcuffs.

"How did she end up here and become the chief's slave?" I asked curiously.

"It's a combination of two reasons: I was abducted by someone and I longed for this kind of life."

"Can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Linda." She stopped and sat down in front of me.

"Can you tell me your own story?"

"Okay, but keep it a secret. I trust you and hope you can come visit me in the future and possibly help me."

Linda sat on the thick carpet and began to tell her story. (2) Self-binding Once, she tried to lock herself up with a chain for several hours, which resulted in her losing her boyfriend and he left her forever. She could never understand why this happened and what went wrong. The past events are not very clear, the only thing that left the deepest impression on me was that it was a passionate night, incomprehensible wildness and uncontrolled love. At that time, she was wearing black stockings and high-heeled sandals, and had a pair of shackles on her legs, a steel collar with a long iron chain around her neck, and a pair of iron handcuffs on her hands. She felt particularly excited and pleasurable at the time. But her boyfriend was particularly angry and yelled at her for hours. She believed that the chain locking her did not affect her position when having sex with her boyfriend. She was just somewhat restrained when she lay flat on her back with her limbs spread out. As the chain connecting the two shackles was only 6 inches long, the shackles became very tight and heavy when her legs were separated due to the influence of the chain. Her boyfriend became furious and argued with her furiously, insulted her, and broke up with her and stayed away from her. The cause of the incident was this: Linda had a close friend named Mary. Some time ago, Mary's boyfriend had a very good impression of her and often gave her gifts, including steel restraints. Her boyfriend used these steel restraints to lock Mary naked on the bed and have sex with her. Mary felt both fresh and exciting and was very excited. This steel slave device was made by an old blacksmith with superb skills and meticulous workmanship. Linda found it very interesting and wanted to try it herself. He couldn't wait to ask Mary for the old blacksmith's address and phone number so that he could make these steel slave devices for himself. Later, Linda found the factory on the outskirts of the city and met the old blacksmith. The old blacksmith's factory was located behind his shop. The old blacksmith has a kind face like a father and is very kind. His shop is small, sparsely populated and in an inconspicuous location. What is sold inside are some old iron decorative lamps, rusty old iron doors, and processing iron filings and waste materials are piled against the wall. That's all. There was nothing Linda wanted to buy and she was very disappointed. With a glimmer of hope, Linda plucked up her hands and mustered up the courage to walk into the store. As if there was a secret signal, the old blacksmith felt that it was a special guest, and immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, led Linda into the shop, opened a small door, and it was dark inside, with a very slippery spiral ladder leading to the cellar. When we got downstairs and turned on the lights, an unexpected situation occurred: handcuffs, chains, shackles, iron chastity belts and various steel restraints were hanging on the wall. There are semi-finished steel torture instruments and various torture instruments made of polished steel and aluminum. These were ordered by female customers to wear themselves. The old blacksmith had worked tirelessly for many days to produce these slavery devices. The old blacksmith began to record the devices Linda needed and the features that Linda required in these devices. These devices open and lock the mechanism, which is flexible and effective. The old blacksmith fully met Linda's requirements with his superb skills and rich experience, and the price was also very reasonable. The old blacksmith was very proud that he could make steel slave devices that fit different customers just like a tailor. Just like jewelry, he has different specifications and styles to meet the needs of female customers at different consumption levels. There are gorgeous clothing-style handcuffs, professionally customized ones for special occasions, and some made specifically for ladies by slave groups. While listening to the old blacksmith's introduction and visiting, Linda found handcuffs made of shiny black steel, and shackles and steel collars made of the same material. The handcuffs were connected with thin iron chains, and the shackles were connected with relatively thin iron chains. The steel collar, handcuffs and shackles were connected together with iron chains and iron chain rings. Suitable for female customers with good physical strength and strong bodies, this steel slavery device is very heavy. After being locked, she can only walk slowly with small steps, and her hands can only be placed down in front and behind the body forever and cannot be lifted up. Grab the chain connecting the shackles with both hands and lift it up to reduce the pressure of the shackles on the ankles. Only then can you walk. Linda felt that this steel bondage device would be very suitable and enviable when paired with a sexy low-cut women's outfit and high-heeled shoes. At this time, Linda found another set of such steel slavery devices and a pair of high heels placed in an inconspicuous corner. They are very coordinated and suitable together. And the style of this pair of shoes has never been seen before. Linda asked the old blacksmith who these things were prepared for. The old blacksmith praised the pair of sandals highly and considered them to be his most proud masterpiece. The old blacksmith said that the pair of sandals was custom-made by a businessman to punish his wife, who had a slim figure and beautiful long feet, which were very suitable for wearing high heels. But his wife insisted on wearing low-heeled shoes to make walking easier and less likely to get tired. So the businessman decided to customize this pair of shoes, which are made of steel and leather. There is a lock at the ankle. Can be locked, lock it after putting it on. It cannot be taken off without the key. The old blacksmith told Linda: The businessman asked his wife to wear it and then locked it for two months without letting her take it off. For the past two months, she had cut her feet due to carelessness and was in so much pain that she begged her husband to open the shoe lock day and night. Her husband asked her to seriously promise to change her past habits and get rid of all the low-heeled shoes in the shoe cabinet before he would open the shoe lock. Gently take off your shoes. Spend the night licking her toes, moistening her skinny feet and sandal leather. He is so loving and humorous towards his wife. How could his wife not be excited, the pleasure spreading from her toes to her whole body. Any woman would be like this. After listening to this, Linda felt his blood boiling, his face flushed with excitement and his heart beat faster. It's really an incredible factory. Linda thought I was trying to attract my boyfriend so that he would miss his lover when he had free time instead of chasing after other women. A good mother cannot leave her children and a soldier cannot forget his new wife... Just as Linda was concentrating on thinking, he came across something hanging on the wall. The old blacksmith came behind Linda and said, "Well, ma'am, I think I can meet all your requirements." And he told her that all the items here were ordered by others. All the fetters, steel collars and handcuffs here have suitable female customers. For these customers, the devices are the right size and put no pressure on hands and feet. But once locked, it is tight and restricts freedom of movement. No sense of oppression is his motto. Moreover, all the locks are safe and qualified, with reliable keys. The materials used are top quality, credible and sophisticated. Every girl can choose weight, shape and quality. You can try it out and not ship it until you are satisfied. Linda explained to the old blacksmith: Her request cannot be fully decided for the time being, and it mainly depends on the opinion of her boyfriend Mag. Her boyfriend is a conservative person, with regular work and rest schedules and no decadent behavior. The old blacksmith said that there are some projects that can be decided. Your interest is to lock yourself with chains. I suggest you use this model. We call it "Fantasy Slave". This steel bondage device is heavy, and the chains clank loudly when it moves. But they are very fun to wear, you are locked in them and they are very tight, and your steps are very small and heavy when you walk. Your hands are locked and it is difficult to move. Wearing these handcuffs, you have to learn from scratch to do even the simplest things. This will further stimulate and protect your boyfriend, and he will love you more. Take my advice and buy a chastity belt. When you wear it, your boyfriend can’t see it and it won’t be easy for him to notice it. And opening it is like giving your boyfriend a gift. Linda followed the advice, sat on a chair, and let the old blacksmith measure her neck, wrists, ankles, and hips. She really thought she was special and ordered a pair of steel sandals to make her look slimmer. Yes, she always wore those flat school shoes when she was with Meg. Her girlfriend often wears beautiful high heels in front of her to show off her slimness. Thinking of this, she decided to buy a pair of steel sandals with six-inch heels. She was determined to order all the items and pay in advance. On the way home, she kept thinking: I will have a new baby next week, and she was eagerly hoping that time would pass quickly. Thinking about it, her whole body felt like it was on fire with excitement. Fortunately, Mag was working out of town recently, so she had plenty of time to prepare a lovely surprise for him. Ah, for her only lovely Mag, she was willing to lie naked on the bed, locked in shackles and handcuffs, and tightly tied with chains. It was too exciting and stimulating. A week passed quickly and it was time to deliver the goods to the factory. That day, an unknown boy rang the doorbell. Linda almost fainted with excitement. She hurriedly opened the door and took the heavy box from the boy's hand. The boy said, "Hey! Why is it so heavy? It must be filled with iron." After saying that, he left quickly. After hearing the boy's suggestive words, Linda blushed like a baby. She quickly closed the door, holding the box with difficulty, hurriedly but steadily went upstairs, walked into her bedroom, held the magic box, and fell on her bed. My boyfriend McGreg has returned and is at his house behind the house. He will be here soon. So she had to act quickly. She was dressed very revealingly, with sexy black fishnet stockings and suspenders on her legs. She opened the box, opened the packet and saw a note: After using the old blacksmith's device, your wish will be fulfilled and you will have a good time. But while you are having fun, Miss Linda, don't make the mistake of losing your keys. This lock must be used with a special key, otherwise it cannot be opened in any way. By then you will be stuck in an impossible situation…. I'm also giving you a nipple chain, I hope you like it. Linda first picked up the exquisite and shiny nipple chain, which had a small steel round ring with a lock and a tiny and complex key. A delicate thin iron chain connects the two nipple locks together. There is an iron ring in the middle of the chain, which is connected to another thicker and longer iron chain with a locking ring at one end. It can be locked with the steel collar at the top and with handcuffs at the bottom. This allows it to be integrated with the purchased steel slave device. Linda originally had nipple rings on her nipples. After getting this beautiful nipple chain, she happily took off the nipple rings and put on the nipple chains. The heavy nipple chain gently pulls the nipple, moving the entire breast, which is both beautiful and stimulating. Then she spotted steel sandals, polished to an extremely high shine and with extremely high heels. Two small keys were inserted in the keyhole. She took them out immediately, turned the little key, the lock popped open, and the soft leather lining and steel laces loosened automatically. I tried them on and the laces were the right size, tight but comfortable. She opened the lock repeatedly and it was very sensitive and easy to use. Finally she put on her shoes, locked the door, removed the key, and stood up. ah! It's really amazing. The six-inch high heel of this pair of shoes does make girls feel uncomfortable. But it's worth it to be slim, tall, beautiful and sexy. After putting on the shoes, the body involuntarily straightens the chest, retracts the abdomen, and the breasts are raised high. The nipple chains are hung in the air. With the slightest movement, the nipple chains collide with each other, making a jingling sound. The nipples are swinging. It's really intoxicating and an indescribable pleasure. Put on your shoes. She picked up the chastity belt again. Her face turned red with shame. I threw it on the bed again and scolded myself in my heart, saying how shameless I was. What on earth would a girl need such a dirty thing? But after calming down a little, he couldn't resist its temptation and couldn't help picking it up again. She thought the lock was strong, but the cold steel of the chastity belt made her shiver as it touched her bare skin. The steel piece with soft leather edges touches her delicate and sensitive lower body, labia, vaginal opening and clitoris, making her excited. Then I thought, if I were with my boyfriend and suddenly couldn’t find my keys, that would be really regrettable. Put on the chastity belt and lock it. She picked up the steel collar again. The steel collar was very heavy. It comes with two long thick chains. One was connected to the handcuffs and leg shackles, and the other, longer, dragged on the ground. There are six steel rings welded to the steel neck ring. The chain ring is in the front, and the locking end is at the back. There is a dumpling chain in the middle of the steel collar, which is very flexible to open. The two ends are the two parts of the lock, which are tightly locked when they are touched together, and there is almost no visible seam. The complicated key fits into the tiny lock. After three turns, the lock pops off automatically and the steel collar separates. Sensitive and convenient. Linda tried it on her neck and it was the perfect size. It's very tight, but blood flow and breathing are smooth. Smooth steel collar. The bag is made of skin-like black latex, which is very comfortable to wear without any pressure. Linda felt good and did not take it off. Lock the middle chain of the nipple chain to the center ring of the steel collar. Then pick up the shackles attached to the other end of the steel collar chain. After admiring them again and again, I found that they were indeed a good pair of shackles, elegant in style and very heavy. This is exactly what she idealized. This pair of shackles has two steel rings. The steel ring is one inch thick and one and a half inches wide, connected by a 6-inch long thick chain, and is very heavy. The precision lock key hangs in the keyhole, with a perfectly fitting shape and very thin seams. Polished to a high shine. It is difficult to find the seams of black steel without careful observation. Therefore, it is almost impossible to open it without a specially made key. She sat on the bed and locked the shackles around her legs. The polished very smooth and cold steel ring fits tightly against the skin, neither tight nor loose, and feels particularly comfortable. She then put handcuffs of the same quality on her hands from the front. I was getting more and more excited. Then she got off the bed and slowly stood up. This was the first time in her life that she was locked up in handcuffs and shackles like this. She was tightly bound by the chains. She felt more and more excited, her heart beating wildly. She wanted to walk to the dressing mirror and look at herself. As usual, when I suddenly lifted my legs, the chains of the shackles immediately straightened with a clanging sound, limiting me to only be able to take half a step. The long chain of the steel neck shackle swung forward, and the body could not be controlled and leaned forward habitually. The feet tried to use force to balance the body's center of gravity, but it was not easy to stand steadily in six-inch high heels, and the body still could not be controlled and fell forward. At this time, the hands are used to push forward, trying to support themselves when they fall to the ground. But the handcuffs did not allow that, the handcuffs were chained together, so I couldn’t lift my hands and had to push them towards the ground. Linda fell forward involuntarily onto the carpet. Her hands were powerless and her nipples hit the ground first. The nipple locks and chains pulled her nipples, and the piercing pain in her breasts and the electric-like pleasure were intertwined. As she fell to the ground, the iron chains clanged against each other, and Linda felt both pain and unprecedented joy. It took her a long time to stand up again. This time she was particularly careful. Holding the iron chain connected to the shackles with one hand, and holding the remaining part of the long iron chain of the steel collar with the other hand, she limped towards the dressing mirror while dragging the heavy shackles. With every step she took, the iron chains of varying thicknesses connecting the shackles, handcuffs, steel neck shackle, and nipple locks collided with each other, making light and pleasant jingling sounds. No matter how lightly she moved, or even if her body moved slightly, the pleasant jingling of the chains was endless, which was fascinating. Slowly approaching the dressing mirror, a beautiful and sexy girl wearing chains and padlocks appeared in the mirror. She was dragging heavy shackles, wearing a heavy steel neck shackle and heavy steel handcuffs, and walking slowly towards me. Her pointed breasts have protruding black and red nipples, and on them are hung delicate and shiny nipple locks, connected to silver chains that sway with her body. She has a thin waist and big arms, which are very sexy. She has a beautiful and very young face. Wearing soft, thick, layered brown hair. Has a pair of charming and lovely blue eyes. She is tall and slim. Wearing black fishnet stockings that always attract her boyfriend and a mini skirt that any man would go crazy for. That's what her boyfriend Mag thought when he first saw her. She loved Mag almost like an idiot. From the time he and she met to the time they fell madly in love, they lived together in a formal way based on their love for each other, and soon Mag was going to officially marry her. And Mag wanted her to have many children, turning her from an energetic, beautiful young girl into a fat, tired mother and ordinary housewife. She and Mag have known each other and been in love for two years. Thinking of the boring life of a housewife in the future. She felt bored, but she was at a loss as to what impact her attempts at these things today would have on her relationship with Mag... Finally she opened the cold, hard handcuffs and stared at them for a long time until she felt the chastity belt become warm in her vagina. She found the handcuffs humorous and amusing. The two steel rings of the handcuffs look the same as the shackles, and are equally thick and heavy, except that the chain connecting the two rings is slightly thinner. She fantasized that she might be stranded in a slave country that might not exist, and that she would be locked in these heavy handcuffs just like the beautiful princess of this country, wearing royal jewelry bracelets. And the keys were taken away. The handcuffs would lock her hands tightly forever. Thinking of this, she could not help getting excited. She returned to the bed and began to masturbate violently until her body became stiff with excitement. At this moment, she thought, if she were a female slave exiled to the New World in ancient Rome, and her masters put handcuffs and shackles on them using terrible iron rings, and riveted them with red-hot rivets and sledgehammers, with no locks, and they could not be opened or broken. There was no possibility of escape, and no possibility of removing the handcuffs and shackles. What would she do then? Fortunately, she could now get the keys quietly. She had this privilege. She slowly stopped rubbing her nipples. The steel chastity belt caused a lot of difficulties when masturbating. In order to insert her fingers into the wet vagina, she had to put her arms in a very uncomfortable position, which made her arms painful. Now she decided to wait for her docile boyfriend Mag. She tried her best to get out of the bed and stood up, making the chains jingle continuously. She locked her hands in front with heavy handcuffs again, put all the keys into the jewelry box, and said to the instructions: "Please give it to me as the only master of my life!" She closed the lid, dragged the shackles and chains to the wicker armchair, and placed the jewelry box on it. Oh no! Damn it, it was so hard to walk with the heavy shackles, she didn't want to move anymore, and then she lay on the blanket, shackled and handcuffed, chained tightly, and had a sweet masochist's sweet dream, and slowly fell asleep. Suddenly, Mag's scream woke up Linda from her sleep. Mag opened the door and said, "Hi, honey, did you hear me calling you?" When he put down his briefcase and stood beside Linda, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He didn't believe it and opened his eyes again. He didn't believe it again and patted his head. He almost thought he was going insane. He found his girlfriend lying naked on a blanket under a wicker armchair. The handcuffs and shackles were locked and the chains were tightly bound. He had just woken up, and with his clouded consciousness he stretched out his bound body. "Hey! God, please tell me what happened here and who put you in handcuffs and shackles." Linda was fully awake at this time and tried to struggle to stand up, but her six-inch high heels made it impossible for her to use any strength. After standing up, sway from side to side. Mag hurried over and held it with his hands. She put on the heavy steel chain and fell into Mag's arms. Then he helped Mag's strong body to stand up. He dragged his heavy shackles and walked back and forth slowly. As she walked, the chains kept making pleasant jingling sounds. She walked and smiled at Mag, saying, "My dear, look how beautiful and sexy I am in this outfit. I have no resistance to any action. I need your protection and help all the time. No matter what you want me to do, I can't refuse you. You can lock me up at home and don't let anyone contact me. You can tie me up and make love with me at any time. From now on, I am your slave." Mag picked up Linda, put her on the bed, leaned over and whispered to Linda, I don't want a slave, I want a wife, a woman... "But Linda insisted: "I am your woman, and I want to add some new things to our relationship and try some new experiences together. It doesn't cost anything. At least it can add some excitement and fun to our monotonous life, what do you think...? " After Linda finished speaking, the sound of iron chains clinking was heard again. It turned out that Linda turned over, and slowly knelt down with difficulty. He knelt at Mag's feet, and used a pair of inconvenient little hands locked with heavy handcuffs with iron chains to unbutton Mag's pants with difficulty. As he unbuttoned them, the iron chains kept hitting each other, making a clinking sound. After unbuttoning them, he took Mag's penis in his hand, put it in his mouth and sucked it gently. Mag became excited, and his penis stood upright and was as hard as a wooden stick. 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"But Mag didn't understand. Linda said, "If you can't forgive me this time, maybe you want to stay away. Please forgive me, leave here immediately, and return the key to me. please! I still love you and I miss you soon…. "But Mag interrupted her rudely, leaving her completely disappointed, and continued to yell wildly, insulting her with all kinds of vicious words, and told Linda: "Our relationship is completely over now, and I will drive far away, you poor bitch. "They quarreled fiercely, and Linda's crying and Mag's shouting were heard from the window to the street. Finally, Mag picked up the briefcase, walked to the door of the room and said to Linda viciously: "If you were shit, I might come to rescue you... "After that, he closed the door and left quickly. Linda heard his footsteps quickly walking down the stairs, crossing the street, and the sound of cars driving away, which gradually faded away. Now Linda was left alone, feeling very tired both physically and mentally. Anyway, nothing mattered now. It was time to remove the shackles and handcuffs on her body, take a shower, and have a good and relaxing rest. She grabbed the chain connecting the shackles, first put her feet in six-inch high heels on the carpet, absorbed the previous lesson, slowly stood up, and slowly walked towards the wicker armchair. Then she opened the jewelry box and gasped. There was no key in the box. This damn Mag, he killed me. None of the shackles, handcuffs, steel collar, nipple chains, and steel sandals on my body could be opened. The fact is that Mag took all the keys to a faraway place. "Maybe he took them away in a rage without thinking too much. Thinking of this, Linda became a little depressed. She now understood her current situation very clearly. The key was necessary. The old blacksmith had made it very clear to her. Otherwise, it would be completely impossible for her to gain freedom of movement by her own strength. But who knows where there is a good way to unlock this treasure, who knows where Mag has gone, and how to get the key back. She stood up dragging her shackles and handcuffs. She had been bound to this heavy steel slavery device for a day and a night. Now I can feel the steel yoke gradually gaining weight and pressing against my neck. Especially the back of the hands, where the chains tore the skin when fighting with Mag, making it more difficult to move in the future. If you want to go downstairs, you have to walk with your legs dragging heavy shackles, and there is only a 6-inch long chain connecting the two shackles. There is also an iron chain in the middle connected to the steel collar. I couldn't take a full step, each step was less than 15 centimeters, and the shackles were heavy. As she struggled to reach the stairs. Found it difficult to get down. She couldn't stand steadily in her six-inch high heels, and because the iron chain of her shackles was too short, she couldn't reach the next step of the ladder. Linda had no choice but to drag the chain clinking back to the phone beside the bed, wanting to call her friend Mary, who could definitely help her. She had no idea who she could find to help her out of her predicament. Unexpectedly, making phone calls became a very difficult thing for her. Beat while standing, use the iron chain connecting the shackles and handcuffs to limit the lock, and then lift the handcuffed hands and put the earphones to their ears. Moreover, with my hands cuffed in heavy handcuffs, I couldn't hold the microphone and dial a number at the same time due to the restrictions of the handcuffs chains. Heavy handcuffs often hinder hand operation. Sitting on the bed and using the phone, the steel collar, handcuffs, iron chains connected to the nipple locks hit the phone and made a tinkling sound. That is to say, it hinders the operation and affects the call sound. Finally, she had no choice but to kneel beside the table where the telephone was placed, put the receiver on the table, put her ear close to the headset, and put her hands together to dial the number. Although the steel cervical yoke is somewhat inconvenient, it can be overcome. The call was finally made. But it also adds new sorrow and disappointment. The voice that came from Mary's phone was the stupid girl's message on the recorder, who told her that she was going out and would not be back for a while, and might be away on vacation for a few weeks. Linda began to feel completely desperate, screaming and shouting in a neurasthenia. She was like a prey caught by a carnivore. She lay on the ground screaming and shaking her hands and body desperately. The scene was sad and moving. Trying to lift the cold, heavy steel manacles that locked her hands tightly. Cold, merciless: the heavy steel shackles that locked her feet tightly, the steel collar that tightly fastened her neck, and the nipple locks that grabbed her nipples. But all she got were bruises on the white skin of her wrists and ankles and the constant clanking of chains colliding with each other. She has now completely become a prisoner and a baby with no ability to live. When she calmed down, she thought that this action would not help her at all and would not help her get out of her current predicament. She encouraged herself to stay calm, my body is precious. She told herself to try her best and stand up first. She now felt that the steel collar connected to the iron chain had become very heavy, and she couldn't lift her head. The nipple locks pull on the nipples so that people dare not exert force, and the heavy steel handcuffs prevent the hands from moving freely upwards. She first knelt on the ground, supported herself with her hands, slowly squatted up, and then stood up. What I need most now is a hot bath. But how can she overcome the inconvenience brought by these chains? She dragged the long chain attached to the steel collar with one hand, and lifted the iron chain connected to the steel shackles with the other hand, trying to reduce the weight of the heavy steel shackles. Ding-Dang, Ding-Dang, she moved towards the bathroom in small steps in her steel sandals. Want to take a hot bath before going to bed. I finally got into the bathtub and sat down, and saw her expensive steel sandals. Now the toes that usually walk on the ground have become prisoners of these gorgeous high heels. "Unfortunately, unfortunately, unfortunately," she cried outside the bath, almost in joy at her stupidity leading to such a miserable end. She had tried to open the steel straps of her sandals, but her small, heavily cuffed hands were powerless against the smooth sandal locks. So she decided to tear the socks into pieces and pass them one strip at a time through the gaps between the steel rings of the shackles and the steel straps of the steel sandals. This kind of work can still be completed smoothly even with the little hands in heavy handcuffs. Then she took a smooth hot shower, the hot water rushing onto her toes in her sandals like dense raindrops. The experience of being locked in shackles and handcuffs and tightly tied up with iron chains is really romantic and adventurous. After thinking about it, I thought about this strange encounter and exciting experience. "Greedy, poor and stupid Mag." She thought you will never understand my thoughts. She uses the best soap to rub her breasts and vagina. Although her small hands were handcuffed with heavy cuffs, making some tasks difficult, she was still skilled at cleaning breasts and vaginas. Occasionally the nipple lock is activated, accompanied by the incessant clanking of chains. It's also exciting. The warm water caressed her gorgeous body which was tightly bound by chains, making her feel particularly comfortable. Turning off the water, she used her special method of massaging the skin to allow the water to evaporate. She spent even longer massaging the delicate toes trapped in the steel straps of her wet leather sandals. It was ten o'clock in the morning on a gloomy Saturday. Zhong Linda suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with the landlord today to discuss the installment payment issue of the house. Oh no! The landlord could be here any day because today is the last day to pay. Go back to the room quickly. If the landlord saw her wearing shackles and handcuffs, the consequences would be serious. How could she face people like that? She had to leave the bathroom as soon as possible. The shackles and handcuffs restricted her movements, and the sandals made her often lose her balance. Dingdang, Dingdang took a few steps and then stumbled. She fell several times, got up again, and struggled to walk into the room. Finally I climbed the stairs, returned to the room and closed the door. It was just in time. When she climbed onto the bed with her shackles and handcuffs, covered them with a blanket, and lay down quietly, she heard the sound of the door key being inserted into the lock and opening. Then the landlord's loud voice was heard: "Linda! Are you home? This is your fault." Linda decided not to answer. The landlord is an upright woman with a strong sense of responsibility and is not a bad person. She went up the stairs step by step and came to Linda's door. "Linda, this is not good, you must still be sleeping in bed. Oh, God! My good girl. When did you start sleeping in? You should get up early and don't waste the precious time in the morning..." But there was still no response. The landlord knocked on the door insistently and asked, "Are you home alone?" "Yes..." Linda answered stupidly, confused. When the landlord heard this, he also misunderstood. The landlord thought, this girl must be lying, she must not be home alone, otherwise she would not still be lying in bed. "You are doing something good," the landlord asked as he opened the door with his key. When Linda saw the landlord come in, she was so ashamed that she could have crawled into a hole in the ground. From the armchair behind the door, she could clearly see the shiny chastity belt on her buttocks that was not covered by the blanket. "Please go away, landlady. I don't feel well today... I'm very tired... If you have any questions about the installment payment for the house, can you handle it another day?" The landlord was very unhappy to hear this, but still insisted, "If you want me to leave, I can. I can go downstairs and take care of the relevant procedures first, and then I'll come back in an hour to see that you've gotten up. You must finish my business, otherwise I will immediately pull the blanket off you." As she spoke, she reached out and grabbed the blanket. Linda was terrified and begged the landlady desperately: "Please forgive me, I want to be alone at home today. Please go ahead, I will pay you for the lost wages today. Please! Please... " The landlord didn't believe it at all. She saw Linda's abnormal face and said, "You don't seem normal today. Your face is red. Are you sick with a fever? Let me take care of you. I'll make you a bowl of hot broth and give you aspirin. This will help you get better faster." While she was talking, she must have found the chastity belt. She walked to the bedside, pulled the chastity belt with her hand, and whispered painfully to Linda. She looked at it again and again, pulled the chastity belt switch, got up and left the room, closed the door, went downstairs, and went to the house on the left. Linda cried, thinking that she was terribly alone at home again. She was sure her reputation was over. Those nosy people outside were talking about her everywhere, distorting the truth. How could I end up like this? I was a woman with a good reputation, not an insignificant nobody. It was now more difficult and painful for her to go downstairs. The steel rings of the shackles are sized to fit the normal size of the ankle. But the ankle is now a little swollen, and the steel ring of the shackles has become tighter, causing pain in the ankle when moving. Moreover, her small and beautiful feet could not be locked in iron sandals for a long time. She went to the carpentry shop and got her tool box. She looked closely at the lock on the ankle strap of the iron sandal and saw that it was fastened with screws. Just remove the screw and the lock will come off completely. This is the only effective way to destroy it. She picked up the screwdriver and after several attempts found that it was impossible, mainly because the heavy handcuffs restricted the freedom of her hands. Make work impossible. I should start between the iron ring and the chain, she said, delighted with her new idea. The 1-inch link might be easy to open, so she inserted the screwdriver into the shackle chain and used force to open the link. But the iron rings and chains of the shackles are made of the best quality steel. After struggling for an hour and a half, the only thing I gained, apart from scribbling on the iron rings and chain links of the shackles, was destroying the screwdriver. She put down the screwdriver and dragged her shackles and handcuffs to the sofa and lay down, feeling very worried. She knew she was in a very dangerous and vulnerable situation. Today was Saturday evening and people were out on vacation because of the long weekend. For the next four days the city was almost as deserted as the desert. This was best done to prevent some acquaintance from coming to visit and discovering her in shackles and handcuffs, which would put her in a state of confusion and embarrassment. The only thing she could do now was to wait in shackles, handcuffs and shackles all day long. But why is this so? How many hours of waiting...? Who are you waiting for? The only one who could possibly help is Mary, was she back last week? No. It is impossible for her to be shackled, handcuffed and chained like this for the rest of her life. well! Maybe Mag could forgive her and come to her rescue. Only he can unlock all her shackles. Yes. Only him. She decided to call out to him, pray to him, and beg him to help... She sincerely hoped, but there was no news. "Damn it, where are you hiding? What's your phone number? Come here quickly!" She counted 1, 2, 3, ...100. But still no news. (4) Her legs felt cold as she cried for help. The shackles and handcuffs bound her limbs tightly, and the steel and leather belts cut deeper into her skin, preventing blood from flowing freely. Her arms, shoulders, and shackles held them in awkward positions, stiff and painful. I feel uncomfortable all over. It suddenly occurred to her that the only possibility now was to ask the old blacksmith if he could get help. She endured the pain, stood up shakily with the sound of iron chains jingling, and walked towards the phone. He knelt down with difficulty, checked the phone directory, found the phone number, handcuffed his hands, picked up the receiver, dialed the number with both hands, and answered the call. A young voice, probably a boy, came from the microphone. He told her, "His father is out. He's at the hospital to reconcile the accounts. He'll be in charge of the store during the weekends and next week." After hearing this, Linda screamed and cried. The boy tried to comfort her as best he could. Linda pleaded with the boy: "Please do me a favor and tell the old blacksmith that I need his help. I, Linda, have caused myself a lot of trouble... He once ordered some things for me... He will understand. But please do me a favor and inform him quickly. Quickly!" She controlled her emotions and pleaded with the boy again: "Okay, this is mainly Linda's fault." The boy said: "Today is Wednesday, I have to leave and have to close the store. But I can't do that now, so I can't help you now." After replying to Linda, he hung up the phone. Linda was now almost neurotic. She was like a prisoner in her own room, her own slave, without help, and any stimulation might drive her mad. She was deceived by perverse desires, and she was in pain, and she might die. Having to find new stimulation, she inserted the vibrator from the side of the chastity belt into her vagina and turned on the switch. The vibrator vibrates in the vagina, and strangely all the discomfort is relieved immediately, and the person feels extremely excited. She doesn't control the time, maybe 20 minutes. An incredible mixture of sexual pleasure and painful sensations, bodies twisting in shackles, the clanking of handcuffs and the clanking of chains. She finally found herself, with fear, content to be shackled, handcuffed, and chained. At this time, due to extreme excitement, the nipples are as hard as nails, the skin is sweaty, and the vagina is moist. Her body exuded a mixture of different scents, and she finally understood what true pleasure was. It was dawn, and the morning light shone on Linda who was lying on the carpet. The phone rang four times, waking her up from her sleep. She dragged the chain towards the phone, reveling in the pleasant clinking of the iron chain. Her legs and feet were swollen. She removed her hand from the vibrator that was sucking the non-vibrating wetness from her vagina and removed the microphone with both hands. It turned out to be the voice of the old blacksmith boy: "Madam, I received your call last night and was anxious all night. I made my own decision this morning. The most important thing for you now is to stay calm. If you agree, I will pick you up at the factory this morning and see if there is any way to unlock the lock for you... Oh! Sorry, maybe I shouldn't point out these things... This is something that makes you feel very sad. But the fact is that I have dealt with several similar incidents, so..." The boy's words clearly avoided stimulating Linda's shame for using SM sex toys. But Linda had no other way out of her current predicament. She couldn't be shackled and handcuffed for the rest of her life. And the old blacksmith was the only person who could possibly help her. She also wanted to get a new set of keys because she would never give up on continuing to use the treasure that restricted her physical freedom. As she was thinking, the vibrator in her vagina slipped out from the side of the chastity belt. She was so stimulated that she couldn't help but moan with pleasure, and then replied to the boy: "Okay. Give me an hour and I'll get ready... I hope... to meet and talk." She first went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then in order to relieve the pain in her arms, she carefully washed her own handcuffs. After taking a shower. She returned to her room and chose clothes suitable for going out. First, I looked for a long skirt that could cover my bare buttocks and leg shackles, but I still couldn't find the most suitable one. She hoped pedestrians wouldn't notice her legs. She wore a top with a very low neckline that covered her nipple chains. She wore a winter coat over the outside to hide her steel choke and handcuffs. She wrapped the long steel collar chain around her waist several times and secured it. Finally she put a big straw hat on her head. This outfit is very inconsistent. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. This peculiar outfit is a winter coat on the outside and sandals on the bare feet. She thought as she looked at herself. At this time, someone knocked on the door. She asked excitedly, "Who is it?" The answer from outside was, "Linda's friend." Linda's feet and hands were very swollen and painful, and the flesh was almost swollen to purple. As she moved and opened the door, she nearly screamed from the pain in her hands and feet from the effort. A tall, handsome young man appeared at the door. He looked at her with a smile to calm her down. He said, "Mistake Linda. My name is Sam." He tried to shake her hand, which was certainly in bad shape. He walked up to Linda and continued, "Linda, you made a mistake. If I hadn't thought about it and it was difficult for you to walk, I would have carried you in the car." But Linda refused. She was afraid that the neighbors would see this strange scene and talk nonsense. She insisted on walking, staggering towards the car with difficulty. She hid her hands in her coat and grasped the chains of her shackles tightly, trying to reduce the clanking sound as much as possible. The man supported her body, and the clicking sound of the high heels of her sandals hitting the garden stones echoed with the soft clinking of the iron chains on her feet. Linda walked like a drunk, and at this time she felt the iron rings of her shackles and handcuffs become very tight. Some boys were standing on the side of the road, and these boys did not help Linda. They shouted, "Hey! Linda, my sister is enjoying herself too, and this is the man having sex with her." The men teased each other about Linda. On the street, they met an elderly couple who were staring at Linda and saw the iron chains on Linda's feet. The old woman shouted, "Look, there's my husband. The cop put shackles on that bitch's legs, good job, boy, tell me how she committed the crime. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : "He smiled, Sam chose the key and opened the handcuffs first. But the handcuffs only became loose and were still locked. Linda looked at him, confused and curious. And asked: "What's the matter, Sam. "He replied: "Don't worry. Linda, the handcuffs are too tight. Remember, once it’s loosened, you can massage it. Relax your arms and feet as well first. To facilitate blood circulation and reduce swelling, you should also massage your ankles over the next few days. Now unfasten the ankle loop of your sandal. "Although Linda could not understand his intention, she still lay down happily, let him take off the iron sandals and massage her legs. Sam smelled Linda's legs, leather, body fragrance, an exciting mixture of sweet delicious smells. When touching her legs, he couldn't help licking her toes. While his sharp tongue licked the delicious bloody toes that had just been freed from the painful iron sandals, Sam's hands caressed her nipples, and the nipple chains made a familiar jingling sound. Linda closed her eyes and moaned excitedly like a stimulated prisoner. Suddenly the old blacksmith appeared behind Linda, took out a towel soaked in ether, and covered Linda's mouth and nose. Linda was extremely excited and was taking a deeper breath. Unexpectedly, a large amount of ether entered the trachea of ​​the lungs. Before he could scream or resist, he was naked and unconscious. "Look at how beautiful the product is. This kind of product is the most profitable now. "The old blacksmith said happily: "This kind of girl is rare. This is what the Arab chiefs need most. I guarantee they will be satisfied. quick. Sam, get her to the car.

go. "Sam said: "Master, I also need to remove the shackles and handcuffs on her. "There is no need, they are needed. Don't forget that Arab chiefs also like these exquisite shackles and handcuffs, and they can be sold at a high price. There will be more girls like this in the future, and you will have enough fun. The plane from the small airport will take off in 1 hour. Take all the keys with you, quickly. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : You have bid farewell to your previous social role and entered a completely new role. "This girl is responsible for taking care of Linda. She looks very cute. She is also naked and locked in shackles and handcuffs." If a chief is satisfied with the girl, she can wear shackles and handcuffs with locks that can be opened. What we wear is welded and lockless. "She pointed at Linda's shackles and handcuffs and said, "You wore them only because you were tempted, so you need the keys. You have to know that we have been wearing shackles and handcuffs for three years. I can't imagine how we would live without them. "Another slave said, "Yes, we have not been here long, and I can say for sure that we are living a very good life. We are not slaves. We are… the masters. He continued to wear shackles and handcuffs in the days that followed. We thought it was cuter this way. "The other girls agreed: "Indeed." "The girl who spoke first finally said, "Don't think about escaping. Although the place where the chief lives has a high wall and is heavily guarded, where we live has no walls and no guards, only a small team of female guards. We have freedom of movement in and out. But the nearest village is 50 miles away in the desert, and you are running in the desert wearing beautiful iron high-heeled sandals, shackles and handcuffs. Take into account what is very likely to happen in the desert: the excited Bedouins living around here will find you and eat you. They have the custom of eating human flesh. ”

The girl opened Linda's cage and helped her stand up. Open the lock on the steel collar chain on the fence. Then Volinda knelt on the carpet. Loosen the rubber ball strap and remove the rubber ball from your mouth. Tell Linda: When she was sent here, she was tied up tightly with hemp ropes to prevent accidents, but she can be untied now. The girls loosened the hemp rope, and Linda felt very relaxed. Her whole body was covered with red marks from the hemp rope, and she also felt excited. Linda stood up and saw girls walking around, several chains jingling at the same time and the blacksmith welding shackles on the girls, the sound of handcuffs jingling was like a delicious concert. Her hands and legs were now numb to the point of silent pain, but the pain was long-lasting. Yes, before Linda arrived here, it seemed as if she had belonged to her. Her limbs had a common idea in their movements, that is, they were always connected to her body with chains. When Linda was walking, the girls around her told her that her friend Mary was there too. She quietly grabbed Mary and saw that she was wearing heavy shackles and handcuffs. When she saw Linda she screamed like a baby and tried to run away. But to no avail. They looked at each other, Mary looked pleading, hoping for some forgiveness from Linda, but Linda said nothing and left. Fearful worry and mysterious pleasure intertwined in her mind. She was now a truly complete slave, and she knew that she would never escape from the chief's palace. No one in the city would search for her. She didn't have to worry about Mag at all. She would never see her old friends, her job, or return to her homeland. Now she is a true slave. Her life was a happy one, as all slaves without exception lived for the happiness of their masters, until her alone was wanted by them, and she began to feel a deeper, vague, mysterious yearning for pleasure, which was masochism. After Linda finished telling her story, a look of satisfaction appeared on her face. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. I really can't believe there are such people in the world. "Your experience is really strange, but I have a feeling that no matter what special hobbies you have, it does not affect your reputation as a kind, pure and good girl. Your ex-boyfriend was too stupid and short-sighted. Abandoning such a good girl can only mean that he is destined not to have this blessing." "Really? Do you really think so?" "My dear, it's true. I am an honest young man and I never tell lies. Under today's conditions, there is no need to tell lies to deceive you." Linda was very excited: "Then..." At this moment, the chief's butler walked in and said: "It's getting late, it's time to let her go back." The butler took out a key from his body, unlocked one of her handcuffs, and asked her to turn around. She obediently turned around and let the butler handcuff her hands behind her back. I wonder how he got the key if it wasn't in the chief's hands. The butler picked up the Chinese-style wooden cangue, smiled at me mysteriously, and said, "The chief wants to escort a beautiful woman in the cangue as a reward to his friend. So he sent me to take her away." You tie her up with ropes again and let her go back to the cell by herself. Linda heard it, and she bent her legs forward with difficulty and knelt down. She put her hands behind her back and pushed the handcuffs up her arms. Then she crossed her wrists behind her back and told me to do it. I first used a hemp rope to tie up the handcuffs chain at the intersection of my wrists. At this time, the iron chain jingled, and Linda suddenly broke free from my hands. He turned to me and said, "Sir, you tied it too loosely. It will be difficult to explain when we return to the cell. Don't worry, just tie it hard. Tie it very tightly. I can bear it. I have been trained." So I tightened the rope again. For the first time in my life, I tied up a beautiful young woman who was naked, shackled and handcuffed. I feel very nervous. The rope was very long and was tied around the arms, chest, shoulders, breasts, waist and back. The hemp ropes were tightened one by one, and gradually they sank deeper into the flesh. The more this happened, the more excited Linda became, and finally she began to moan. After the tying was over, I helped her stand up. The rope made her so tight that she could only hold up her chest. Her hands were tied behind her back, and the hemp rope almost pulled her to the back of her neck. The breasts were held high. Finally I stuffed the huge rubber ball into her mouth. After putting on the black veil, I saw her swaying from side to side and walked away with the sound of clinking iron chains. It seemed that I tied her too tightly. Judging from the cautious way she walked, it seemed that she had more difficulty walking than when she came. If she fell, she might not be able to get up. (6) The Chief’s Gift My goal has been achieved. The next morning I packed my luggage and returned home after saying goodbye to my housekeeper. There are many domestic businesses waiting for me to handle when I return. In the morning, the housekeeper came excitedly, was surprised to see me packing my luggage, and asked, "What happened?" I smiled and said, "I have seen real slaves, I am already satisfied, it would be meaningless to stay any longer." The housekeeper smiled: "Are you leaving just like that? There is something more important. You are the guest invited by the chief, and he will definitely summon you. The chief has just succeeded to the throne and has too many things to deal with, otherwise he would have seen you on your first day because you are his most important guest. I was surprised, and the housekeeper continued, "Remember the heirlooms you brought. "That's what you asked me to do for you. "The chief will reward you handsomely for this matter and pay you generously. "You have paid me enough fees, and I am not a greedy person. "You are wrong. It used to be a fee, not a reward." The chief will thank you in person and pay you. This is why he invited you here. ""Why? "I was even more surprised." Because of this treasure, he defeated many other princes and won the throne. I also want to thank you. It is you who has consolidated my position. You are truly an unforgettable good friend of mine. In the afternoon, you will meet the chief. No matter what he gives you, you have to accept it. Otherwise, the chief will think that you look down on him and get angry. This is our custom. ”

When the chief summoned me in the afternoon, he indeed raised the issue of remuneration. He asked me if I had any requests, and I said I was not greedy for money and didn't want anything. I was helping a friend. The chief smiled and said, "The butler has seen your attitude clearly. You are a young man of high moral character. I am happy to have a friend like you. How about this! Since you don't want any reward, I won't make it difficult for you. I will give you a small gift as a souvenir."

The chief's small gift was a brocade box as big as a cigarette box and very light. It doesn't look like something particularly valuable. I didn't open it at that time and returned to France overnight. After I got home and took a shower, I took out the box and opened it while packing my luggage. It turned out to be two keys and two letters. One letter contained a simple sentence: "Everything within the walls of the villa is your legal private property." The other letter contained a map of the villa. It turns out that this villa is very close to the suburbs of the city where I live. The Chief is very thoughtful. I am currently renting a room and do not own a property. This is great. This little gift is so precious. I immediately called a taxi and arrived there in half an hour. When I first saw the villa, it was much bigger and more luxurious than I had imagined. All that high-end villas have, can be found here. I unlocked it with one of the keys and entered the yard. I saw that the yard was empty. The doors were unlocked, the keys were in the keyholes, and the light was on in one room. I walked into the lighted room, which was a small living room. There was a large wooden box in the middle of the living room with the airline cargo label on it. When I looked at the date, I saw that he arrived on the same plane as me, so the deliveryman might have just left. I found that the lock on the lid of the box might match the other key I had, so I tried to insert it into the keyhole and it opened. When the lid was opened, a woman's head was found inside, with her body part under a partition. There was a large round hole and two small holes in the middle of the partition. The woman's head just stretched out of the large round hole, and a pair of small hands stretched out of the two small holes. A seam passes through the large circular hole, and there is also a keyhole next to the seam. Looking closely, the woman was Linda. There was also a big rubber ball stuffed in his mouth, and his eyes were closed, as if he was sleeping. There was a key on the partition, and when I used the key on the partition to open the partition lock. Linda made a "hmm, hmm" sound through her nostrils. She woke up too. Once the partition lock was opened, the boxes immediately fell apart. The boxes were all collapsed on the floor, and Linda was sitting on a wooden stool in the box, still wearing a Chinese pillory. Just like the first time I saw her, she was wearing a pair of red high heels, six inches high at the back, and a pair of flesh-colored stockings. Still those shackles and handcuffs. I tried to untie the strap holding the rubber ball, but found that it was locked this time as well. I helped her to stand up, and she was completely awake now. She was wearing a shiny red Chinese cheongsam, which was very beautiful. She looked around in confusion. Finally his eyes fixed on me and he recognized me. There was surprise and a smile in the corners of her eyes. I told her that this was my home, in France. This house was given to me by the chief, and she was also given to me by the chief. She will live here from now on. She couldn't speak, just nodded vigorously. The chains made a constant clanking sound. I asked her where the keys to the shackles, handcuffs and wooden shackles were, and she shook her head in confusion. It seems that the chain cannot be unlocked at night. I'll call the housekeeper tomorrow. Linda and I were sleepless. She suddenly walked over to my side, bent down, stretched out her two white and tender hands from the two small holes in the wooden yoke, and tried to untie my belt. Since her arms were not tied like when we first met, they were quite flexible. The two little hands were constantly busy, and the handcuffs chains jingled continuously. He quickly took off my pants, revealing my penis. She knelt down again and rubbed my penis with her lips stuffed with a big rubber ball. The familiar jingling sound made me excited. The penis is hard. I picked her up, walked into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Grabbing the shackles and lifting her legs, I found that she was not wearing shorts or a chastity belt. I let her sit on my abdomen and I lay on the bed. So she sat on me and I inserted my penis into her wet vagina. I held her handcuff chain tightly with one hand to keep her balance. One hand held her waist. She twisted her body wildly in excitement, breathing rapidly through her nostrils. The iron chains on his body jingled continuously. Until we were both exhausted, I let go of her hand and she lost her support and fell on the bed. Because she was wearing a heavy wooden yoke, I was worried about hurting her, so I quickly climbed up and helped her up. She fell into my arms with the yoke on, and I kissed her face and her lips stuffed with a big rubber ball. She closed her eyes happily, and I whispered to her that I was unmarried, I loved her, and wanted her to be my bride. I asked her if she was willing. She opened her eyes, nodded continuously, and her lips kept trembling, but she couldn't speak and could only make "hmm" sounds. Tears of excitement flowed from her eyes. I hugged her head and swore that I would only love her forever. (7) My New Home After a while, I suggested that we take a look at our big house. She nodded, and I helped her stand up, holding up the long iron chain connected to the steel neck shackle to guide her to watch. I turned on the light with one hand and pulled her with the other hand holding the long iron chain. She was wearing a wooden shackle, dragging shackles and handcuffs, and followed me from one room to another, from the house to the yard, from downstairs to upstairs. She walked steadily with small steps and didn't need any help at all. She had completely adapted to life with shackles and handcuffs. The clinking sound of chains accompanied us as we walked to every corner of the villa, and she didn't look tired at all. It was daybreak, and the morning light shone into the room. I heard tinkling sounds in the bedroom. Walk in and take a look. It turned out that Linda was sitting at the dressing table, combing her hair in front of the mirror. It was already inconvenient to move with the hands in heavy handcuffs, and it became even more difficult with the restrictions of the wooden yoke. But the girl's love of beauty prompted her to try hard to tidy up her messy hair. I quietly walked behind her and saw in the mirror a beautiful girl in shackles smiling at me. There was a huge rubber ball stuffed in her mouth, which stretched her mouth so wide that I could only see her smile from her eyes. I took the comb from her hand and helped her comb her hair. She closed her eyes happily. After combing her hair, she put on the yoke and turned her body, making the chains jingle all over her body. She looked at her hair from front to back and stood up from the chair with satisfaction. Jingle, jingle, she walked to the desk, picked up a pen and wrote: "I am thirsty."

I looked at the note, then at her and said, "You have to take the big rubber ball out of your mouth before you can drink the water."

I picked up the phone and immediately spoke to the housekeeper, who told me that in order to hand the keys directly to me safely, he had sent the keys to me by express mail and I should receive them today. I told her that we should go to the front gate to check, but she seemed not to hear me and just stared at me blankly. I grabbed the long iron chain that was locked around her neck and jokingly pulled it hard. She leaned forward involuntarily, suddenly woke up, stood up with a ding-dong, and followed me, ding-dong, ding-dong, towards the door. When we got to the yard, she stopped moving again. She twisted her body hard and resisted the iron chain I had pulled tight. I looked back and saw that she was looking at the main road at the gate, with one hand stretched as far as possible through the small hole in the wooden yoke, pointing at the people walking on the road in the distance. She kept shaking her head. It turned out that she was shy and afraid that passers-by would see her in shackles and chains. I loosened the chain in my hand, and she immediately ran back to the house dragging the chain with rapid steps, jingling, jingling sounds. Suddenly I saw a car parked in a corner of the yard. I walked closer and saw that it was a valuable and luxurious BMW car, a brand new one. It seems to be a gift from the chief. The chief is so generous. At this moment, I suddenly heard a noise in the house, and I quickly ran in to take a look. It turned out that she left in such a hurry that the long iron chain she was dragging got stuck under the door, pulling her down and causing her to fall onto the living room floor. With his hands locked in the shackles, he fell straight down. This time I fell so hard that I couldn't even scream. The pain was so severe that tears kept streaming down my face. She was wearing a heavy wooden yoke, shackles, handcuffs, and a long iron chain around her neck and couldn't get up. I hurried forward to loosen the long iron chain stuck under the door and helped her up. She snuggled in my arms. The two little hands were locked in the wooden yoke and clenched their fists in pain. A faint moaning sound came from his nose, his eyes were closed tightly, and tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. I flailed and hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, then picked her up and walked into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. At this time, the doorbell rang. A guest came. I closed the door and ran to the front door. It turned out to be a express delivery from the postman. When I returned to the room, Linda had already sat up from the bed, staring at the package in my hand. I opened it quickly and found a ring of keys and a short message inside:

"Here are all the keys, including the secret rooms of the house and the basement. I hope you find something unexpected."

I first tried a few keys with the key marked "Linda", opened the lock that secured the big rubber ball, and loosened the belt. But the big rubber ball was too big, and Linda's mouth was open to the limit, so it seemed that I couldn't get the ball out. Without external force, the big rubber ball cannot be taken out of the mouth. I said to her:

"I'm going to help you take the ball out of your mouth. It may be a little painful, please be patient." She nodded. I gently pressed her chin down with one hand and used the other hand to pull out the big rubber ball. Although the ball was taken out, the muscles were stiff because it had been stuffed for too long. Her mouth couldn't close, so I gently massaged her jaw and helped her slowly. She finally let out a long breath and said:

"Thank you! I'm so thirsty."

I immediately poured a glass of cold water and brought it to her mouth, and she drank it in one gulp. After I untied the shackles on her body one by one, she pounced on me, hugged me tightly, and kissed my face all over with her little mouth. She pressed her chest against mys, and her body exuded a mixed and delicious feminine scent that almost intoxicated me. She asked in a gentle voice:

"My dear, my darling, I don't know your name yet."

I said, "Viga. Just call me Vika."

She and I fell on the bed together, hugged each other tightly, and fell asleep unknowingly... (8) Linda’s “Daily Necessities”

I don't know how much time passed, but I suddenly woke up. She was sleeping soundly with her arms around my waist. There is a smile on his face, probably he is having a sweet dream. I took her hand away, gently got up, covered her with a blanket, turned over and got out of bed to take a look. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon and we hadn't eaten yet. I called the hotel and had two dinners delivered and placed in the dining room. At this time she woke up too, and walked lightly towards me in her shiny red silk cheongsam, looking so young, elegant and slim. When worn by a beautiful girl, the Chinese cheongsam brings out all the characteristics of a woman, making her look exceptionally beautiful. She came to me and gave me a big kiss.

"Have you rested?"

"My dear, I am completely rested. I am hungry."

"Very good, dear, the meal is ready, please enjoy it."

After dinner, I returned to the bedroom and found that this was a guest room, not the master bedroom. I said:

"My dear, the master bedroom must be upstairs."

Sure enough, there was a luxurious bedroom on the third floor, which was the master bedroom. The two wardrobes are filled with gorgeous and sexy women's clothing and designer men's clothing. There were four large wooden boxes lined up in the large closet, with the following inscriptions on them:

"Miss Linda's Daily Necessities". When I opened it, I saw a silvery metallic luster. It turned out to be full of slavery supplies, including shackles, handcuffs, shackles, and leather restraints. Linda looked at it and was stunned.

"Oh! That's a lot."

I suddenly felt like I was electrocuted. Seeing these items shocked me deeply in my heart and I couldn't help but turn around and go downstairs. The shackles were removed from Linda in the guest room, and the handcuffs were put inside. I don’t understand why I am like this, and I can’t calm down for a long time. After putting away the boxes, Linda said to me:

"My dear, I want to take a bath together. I feel uncomfortable. You have to wash me, my dear."

"Your hands are free to wash them yourself."

"You can make them unfree."

After saying that, he opened the box, took out a soft plastic rope and handed it to me. He took off his clothes in no time. Get naked and take off my clothes. Then he turned around, with his back to me, and crossed his hands behind his back, and said:

"Honey, do it. I love you."

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"I love you."

"I love you too, we love each other deeply."

She held my face and looked into my eyes:

"I'm a masochist, don't you find it disgusting? Do you think I'm cheap? Will you abandon me in the future?"

"No, no. I will always love you. You will soon be my bride, and we will walk into the holy church and grow old together."

Linda fell asleep slowly on my broad chest, and I also slowly fell asleep. (9) Monica When I woke up the next morning, it was already 7:00 A.M. I reached out and felt around, but Linda wasn't there. I shouted:

"Dear, Linda."

"Honey, I'm here. My name is not Linda, but Monica. Come quickly."

Linda's voice came from the office on the right. I got up and ran to the office. I saw Linda sitting at her desk, wearing a white silk top, a black leather skirt, and holding a large envelope in her hand. I took the large envelope, opened it and saw an identity document inside. ID card, social security card. There were photos of Linda all over it, but her name was Monica. The sheikh is very thoughtful. France is not Arabia, and permanent residents must have legal status. I went forward and kissed her deeply.

"My dear, my Monica."

"Linda is gone, I am Monica, but I am still Vika's woman and your slave. Everything I have belongs to you." She became excited, hugged me tightly and kissed me deeply.

"I have to go to my company to handle business today. You are alone at home. The food is ready. Don't wait for me." She hugged me tightly and said coquettishly:

"Honey, don't leave me home alone while you go to work. I just got here, so stay home and keep me company."

"My dear, a man should work. I will be back in the afternoon."

"My dear, aren't you afraid that I might run away?"

I understood what she meant, so I pulled her into the bedroom, opened her wooden box, took out a chastity belt, a pair of shackles with a 7-inch long chain, and handcuffs with a 5-inch long chain, and locked them on her. Then I put the keys in my briefcase and took them away.

"Dear, if I don't come back, you will never be free. This pair of shackles and handcuffs are more convenient for movement. You have to work hard at home and check all the rooms carefully to see if there is anything else. Open all the locks to see if there is any secret room. Be obedient, baby."

She was wearing shackles and clinking handcuffs, and she sent me to the door of the house. I didn't dare to walk into the yard for fear of being seen by passers-by. I got in my new car and said goodbye to her:

"My dear, be obedient. Otherwise, I will be like Mag and never come back. Then no one will be able to help you out of your predicament."

She waved at me, and the handcuffs chains jingled.

"I'll wait for you, dear, come back soon."

At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, I finished my business and hurried home. I opened the gate, parked the car, and heard ding-dong sounds on the third floor, and in a blink of an eye I was on the second floor. When I opened the door, Monica was already in the hall, walking towards me in a hurry.

"Slow down, dear, or your shackles will knock you down."

She exclaimed excitedly:

"My dear, I missed you so much that you came back."

She threw herself into my arms, and I picked her up and sat on the sofa in the living room. She whispered in my ear:

"There is a major discovery in the room."

After saying that, she jumped down and pulled me, Dingdang, towards the bedroom on the third floor. On the wall near the bed, there was a painting of a lady. Move the picture aside, there is a keyhole, which can be opened with the key sent by the housekeeper, and there is a safe inside. Write the safe combination on a piece of paper and stick it on the combination lock. Tear off the note, open the combination lock, and there are three large envelopes inside. A large envelope contained five deposit certificates with my name on them, totaling $10 million. One contained the ownership certificate and flight license for a small helicopter. I told the housekeeper that I had received training in flying a helicopter and had a pilot's license. It plays an important role in purchasing heirlooms. Finally, there was a ranch property certificate. The housekeeper knew that I loved riding horses. ah! I was stunned by this unexpected windfall. Monica says:

"And more."

Ding-dang again, Ding-dang dragged me back to the lobby on the first floor, behind which there was a large storage room. There is an inconspicuous hidden key behind the door. Pressing hard, a huge storage cabinet at the back of the storage room slowly moved almost silently, revealing a door. I opened it with the key sent by the housekeeper, and it was pitch black inside.

"My dear, I don't dare go down there alone. I don't know what's in there."

I looked carefully and saw that the door was open. There was a switch on the wall behind the door lock. I pressed the on position and saw that it was a small elevator. Looking from the elevator, there are three underground floors. I pulled Monica and walked into the elevator to see each floor one by one. The structure of the first and second floors is the same as that of the second and third floors, with a living room, bedroom, kitchen and office. But the area is small and there are few rooms. But it is very bright and the air is good. There may be good ventilation equipment and it is very dry. There was no feeling of being underground at all. When I went down to the third floor, I was shocked. This is a dungeon with six cells, completely isolated from each other. There are several iron cages in each cell, both vertical and horizontal. There is an iron bed, a toilet and a faucet in the cell. The cell walls were built with huge stones. Iron chains and pulleys of varying thickness were hung from the ceiling, and ropes and hemp ropes were hung on the walls. Monica noticed that there was excitement in these eyes. There are three light switches in the dungeon, from brightest to dimmest. If you turn off all the lights, it will be so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you. I smiled and said to Monica:

"If you don't obey, you will be allowed to live here."

She smiled but didn't answer.

"Well, you stay here for a while."

After saying that, I pulled her into a cell, put her in a vertical iron cage, and locked it. Just go back into the elevator. Monica screamed in the cage:

"Vika, dear. You can't leave. I'm scared."

"You'll get used to it slowly."

She was still shouting and using her hands and feet to move the iron bars. The clanking, clanking sound of the iron chains was particularly loud in the closed dungeon. I turned off the dungeon lights, returned to the hall, grabbed the key from my briefcase, and returned to the dungeon. In the dungeon the clanking, clanking sounds of chains were still ringing. Turning on the light, Monica was still moving the iron fence.

"You are too disobedient. I will punish you."

I opened the cage and Monica came out.

"How are you going to punish me, dear?"

"Hang you in the dungeon until I can make dinner."

"Okay, you punish me."

I took a coil of twine from the wall, uncuffed one of Monica's hands, and told her to turn her back to me. I handcuffed her hands behind her back. First, they tied her up with hemp ropes behind her back, then used the iron chain hook on the pulley to hook the ropes on her back, and then pulled the other end of the iron chain on the pulley. The chain on Monica's back slowly straightened, and the rope gradually tightened. As her shackled feet gradually left the ground and her body hung in the air, the hemp ropes on her body slowly sank into her flesh. Monica began to moan and mutter to herself:

"This hemp rope is too tight."

Sweat beads appeared on my head. I fixed the chain, walked to her, stood on tiptoes, kissed her mouth and said:

"See you later."

She closed her eyes and said nothing. After making dinner, I went to the dungeon, lowered Monica from the chain hook on the pulley, helped her into the elevator, and came to the dining room. I wanted to untie her rope, but she twisted her body and refused to let me do it. Dingdang, Dingdang walked to the dining table and sat down on the chair, saying:

"Honey, my arm is numb from hanging. You feed me dinner tonight."

I also think she is very cute when she is tied up with her hands behind her back

"Okay, baby, I'll serve you."

She smiled. After dinner, she took a shower and was still naked. She still asked me to put on the shackles, handcuffs and steel collar that she had made for me. Hugging me in bed and whispering to me. We got along very well and gradually put marriage on the agenda. When talking about bridesmaids, Monica suddenly thought of Mary. No matter what, Mary was still her closest girlfriend and the one she had been with the longest. How nice it would be if she could be a bridesmaid. She knew it was almost impossible. She is the chief's slave girl, far away in Arabia. Can she be rescued? She may be desperately hoping that I can help her, because I am the only one who can save her and free her. The more Monica thought about it, the more anxious she became. She got out of bed, dragged her shackles and handcuffs around the room, and walked back and forth, thinking over and over again, and finally came up with a good idea. I asked her if she had any good ideas and she smiled mysteriously. Say to me:

"I'll tell you later."

(10) I fell in love with SM games one day after taking a shower. I told Monica that I had seen a new Japanese method of rope bondage sex on the Internet. Monica was willing to give it a try, and I told her that Japanese-style bondage was very severe. She believes that she has good flexibility and a healthy body that can handle any severe bondage. After getting on the bed, I removed her handcuffs and shackles and she took off all her clothes. She knelt on the carpet, folded her hands behind her back, and said:

"Please tie me up. I'm ready." I first tied her wrists together behind her back and wrapped the hemp rope around them several times to make a knot. She couldn't struggle free with her hands. Then use a second double-strand hemp rope to wrap four times around the chest above and below the breasts, tying the arms and chest tightly together. Use a third rope, connect one end to the rope that ties the wrists, and use the other end to pass through the armpits and the hemp rope that is placed horizontally under the breasts. Tighten it toward the back to strangle both arms against the back. This will not affect the blood circulation in the arms, and can also tie the arms tightly behind the back so that they cannot move. I picked up the fourth hemp rope, wrapped it around my waist twice and tied a knot at my belly button. Pass the two ropes across the chest and breasts upward. First, tighten the two ropes to the middle of the two breasts, tie a knot, and push the breasts up. Then pass the remaining rope over the left shoulder, through the hemp rope tied around the wrists, over the right shoulder, and pass it into the knot between the two breasts, gradually tightening. The hands were tied together and forced to move upwards as the rope tightened, almost reaching the back of the neck. At this time, I couldn't even move my hands. I smiled and said to Monica:

"What do you think? I have become a sadist too."

She laughed:

"My dear, we are a perfect match. This Japanese binding method is so strong that my hands are almost not mine. My breasts are swollen and my nipples are hard, so I will lock them with a nipple lock."

When I locked her nipples that were raised high, she screamed and cried. After the nipple chains were locked, they dangled back and forth. She let out a sigh. He smiled at me and said:

"This is too exciting. My vagina is leaking water. Please go faster! I beg you."

"It's not over yet."

She opened her beautiful eyes wide, and her long hair did not blink.

"What else do you want to do?"

"Tie your legs so you won't be able to resist at all."

I took the fifth hemp rope, tied the thighs and calves together, and used the rope to wrap around the ankles to the upper thighs, tying them tightly in circles, and continuously passed the rope through the lower thighs and calves, buckling the inner and outer rope circles together. Use the sixth hemp rope to tie the other leg in the same way. Finally, use the seventh hemp rope, pass it through the knee bend, over the back, through the other leg's knee bend, and tighten it at the same time. Unable to resist, the legs gradually spread apart until the thighs were almost in a straight line. The seventh hemp rope is tied into a knot on the rope around the waist at the back. The remaining hemp rope is passed from the left armpit across the shoulders to the right armpit, back to the knot, and tightened. Tie another knot, and then pull the remaining rope upwards, through the hemp rope across the shoulders at the back of the neck, and then return to the knot, tighten it, and tie a knot. In this way, the legs are spread at a very large angle, and the perineum and vaginal opening are completely exposed. Then I hugged Monica, kissed her young, slightly open mouth deeply, and said:

"It's done, honey."

She opened her tightly closed eyes and looked at herself. She saw that she was tied up tightly with hemp ropes all over her body. I wanted to move my body, but I couldn't. Her legs were unnaturally spread, her vaginal opening was completely exposed, and she smiled and said to me:

"My dear, the Japanese are so wicked that they invented this method of tying up women. Even if a three-year-old child comes to rape me now, I will not be able to resist." I was sitting on the bed admiring my masterpiece. A very beautiful and sexy young woman was naked and tightly tied with hemp rope. Her vagina was completely exposed. She had no resistance and was kneeling beside me. She was so cute. I stood up, took off all my clothes and came in front of her. Her face was flushed, and she closed her beautiful eyes, waiting for me. I put my cock to her bloody mouth and she quickly took it into her mouth and sucked hard. Like a hot current surging from the lower body, the penis immediately became hard. I grabbed the hemp rope around her and laid her on the bed with her back facing up. She crawled on the bed, tilting her head to the left to breathe. Hands tied behind back, buttocks raised high. I grabbed the ropes around her legs, lifted her lower body, inserted my hard penis into her wet vagina, and began thrusting violently. She tilted her head back from time to time and let out pleasant, uncontrollable cries from her mouth. Then I pulled her up and made her kneel, let her straddle me, and inserted my penis into her vagina again. I bent over, grabbed the ropes on her arms, put the chain on her nipple in my mouth, and sucked hard. I saw her breathing rapidly and making "oh, oh" sounds in her throat. Then I turned her around, grabbed her back with her hands, lifted her body, inserted her penis back into her vagina from behind, and then put down her back with her hands. I reached my hands to her chest, hugged her tightly from behind, and rubbed her firm breasts with nipples chains with both hands. She gasped, her body was undulating, and she shouted in a daze:

"I'm swelling, my vagina is swelling..., my breasts are swelling, my nipples are suffocated...."

Finally, I put her face upwards and lay flat on the bed, and my penis was inserted back into my vagina, pressing tightly against her body tied with ropes, kissing and sucking each other with my mouth to mouth. Only until we were all sweating and lying exhausted on the bed, motionless. I fell asleep unconsciously. After a long time, she called me softly:

"Vika, my dear, I'm so thirsty, I want to drink water."

"Good baby, I'll go and pour it."

I got up in a daze, poured a large glass of water, and placed it on the bedside table beside her.

"Baby, my dear, drink it quickly, the water is cold."

After saying that, he fell asleep.

"Vika, dear, Vika, dear."

She was calling me softly again:

"What's the matter."

"I want to drink water."

"Didn't you pour water for you?"

I was extremely sleepy and a little impatient.

"Vika, my dear. I can't drink water, I can't move at all."

I reached out to touch her soft and smooth skin, and felt that the ropes on it were tightly strangled, like thin wooden sticks. I suddenly woke up, ah! She was also tied tightly with hemp ropes. I quickly got up and said:

"My baby, my dear, I'm sorry. You're still tied up and I forgot that I'm so sleepy. Sorry."

"It's okay, feed me water soon. I'm so thirsty. You help me sit up, I'm so tied up with a rope. I can only kneel, but I can't kneel. You have to help me."

I pulled her up, knelt on my knees, grabbed her arm tied behind her with my left hand, held a cup with my right hand, and brought the water to her mouth. She almost finished the water in one breath. I held her in my arms, hugged her, kissed her, and asked:

"Did you sleep last night?"

She looked at me and smiled. "I fell asleep. I was so excited yesterday and too irritating. If I hadn't sweated too much and was thirsty, I might not have woken up."

"You're tied up until now, it's not uncomfortable."

"We are all numb and don't know how uncomfortable we feel. We have to take a shower and our bodies are sticky."

It's five o'clock in the morning now. I picked her up and went to the bathtub. She leaned her head against my shoulder, her body tightly against me, and bit my ears and shoulders with her little mouth. When I arrived at the bathtub, I put her under the shower and went to release hot water for the bathtub. This is a large luxury double bath, which takes at least ten minutes to release water each time. Before this, rinse with a shower, apply soap first, and rinse it with a forest bath. Go into the bath again.

"Vika, my dear, can you help me?"

"What's up."

"Help me untie the rope, especially the rope tied on my legs, I want to urinate."

"The ropes are all fixed and must be cut with scissors. The hands cannot be untie. There are no scissors in the bath. Let's talk about it after taking a shower.

"The rope on the leg is not untied, so I can't pee."

"Just kneel down there and urinate with water after urinating."

"Ming..."

Monica cried:

"I'm not used to peeing like this. I can't pee."

"Okay, I'll help you."

I held her two calves from behind and held her to the toilet. She finally urinated for a whole minute. I turned on the shower, put her under the shower, applied soap on my body, and wiped it off a little bit. Whenever I touch her sensitive parts, under my armpits, perineum, nipples, and the base of her thighs with my hands, she twisted her body desperately, trying to get rid of it. However, because the hemp rope is tied too tightly, it cannot move except that the upper body can swing back and forth.

"Vika, wash it quickly. I can't stand itchy. You can't touch it like this. You're too bad. Ha…."

She was so itchy that she couldn't stop smiling. I threw her into the big bath again. She floated in the water like a big doll, unable to move, and could not control her. We both laughed out loud. After taking a shower, I wiped her whole body clean, wrapped it in a clean large bath towel, carried it back to the bedroom, and placed it on the bed. I went to bed, too. Let her legs tied tightly on my thighs, and I hugged her waist. She looked at me, kissed my forehead, kissed my mouth, and told me that she was alive. I see her carefree appearance, so cute. After the wet hemp rope contracted, it was tied tighter now, and the hemp rope was strangled deeper into the flesh. On the arms and thighs that have a lot of flesh, the rope has been stuck in the flesh and is almost invisible, as if the skin has wrinkles. Although she was happy, she always showed pain on the corners of her mouth. She leaned her head against my chest and said softly:

"Vika, untie my rope. I'm numb and painful everywhere. This way, I'll tie me up."

I hugged her tighter and said:

"Monica, baby. Japanese-style bondage is severe and does not hurt your body. It is uncomfortable, but it recovers quickly. If you tell me how to save Mary, I will untie you."

"Dear Vika, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but that this method will cost you a lot of money. There are still some risks to consume your precious time, and I dare not say it."

"Baby, my cute little fool. Your friend is my friend, my money is your money, my life is your life, what else can we dare not say between us?"

Monica's eyes lit up:

"real."

I couldn't help but thrust. I was not careful. She fell on the bed, rolled out of the bed like a watermelon, and fell on the thick carpet. Because of his hands and feet, he can't get up no matter how hard he struggles. I quickly got out of bed and picked her up. I sat on the bed, she knelt on the thick carpet, her head against my thigh, telling her plan. It's actually very simple. You spend money to bribe a person in the palace who can see a female slave and hand over a note to Mary. Written in French, most of the palace people are illiterate and very few are literate in English. I don't understand French. Therefore, I am not afraid of others discovering it. But Mary can see it. A simple note is written:

"Three nights on a certain month and a certain day of a certain month and a certain day of a certain month, after 7 o'clock, go to some places in the north. The light flashes twice every half hour, and someone will save it." We just parked the helicopter ten kilometers north of the palace, and flashed twice every half hour, and the light column faced the sky. You can find it when you pay attention to the palace, but you can't find it if you don't pay attention. There are shackles, handcuffs, desert and Inbet. The palace is not afraid of female slaves escaping, so the place where female slaves live is without walls and no one to guard them, so you can walk into the desert. The Inbets don't come out at night. As long as it is not discovered by the female guards. It is enough to drag the shackles ten kilometers and the handcuffs are slowing down for another 4 hours. But we must bring enough surgical medicine to treat trauma, and walk in handcuffs in a hurry to deal with trauma, causing trauma. When people come, they will fly and leave and can return home overnight. God knows it without a ghost. A good idea, my dear. I grabbed Monika's shoulder and shook it desperately.

"You hurt me, please untie my rope quickly, and my body is tied to a stiffness."

"Okay, dear."

I found a sharp knife, cut the hemp rope, and loosened her binding. She slowly stood up, using her almost unconscious hands. Touching the rope on the skin, he strangled into grooves and deep red marks, and said coquettishly:

"You are so cruel, you tied me up like this."

(11) Time to rescue my girlfriend is over soon, and the rescue preparations for a month are all ready. Trust brought it to Mary. Before leaving, I was waiting for our news at home, but she firmly disagreed. This matter was too dangerous, and I had no choice but to lock her at home with the shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings made by Linda, and hide the keys where she didn't know. I landed alone at the scheduled location. When the plane landed, Monica was hiding inside when I opened the warehouse to collect the tent. She was so clever, she hid in the plane's cargo warehouse with her jingle and jingle shackles and handcuffs, which I didn't notice at all. I was very angry, she jingled, jingled walked to me and whispered:

"Dear, please forgive me. I don't want to let you take risks alone. Together, I can help you come up with ideas to talk to you and pass the anxious waiting time."

"Baby, if you want to come, you can't wear shackles or shackles or handcuffs, what can you do with handcuffs?"

"You are wrong. This is Arab. You are surrounded by a female slave with shackles and handcuffs. The locals really won't doubt your identity, and there will be a lot of trouble."

"As soon as you come, then stay. You always make sense."

Monica kissed me three or four happily. Waiting is anxious. Three days have passed and two days have passed, and Mary is still in the future. Didn't the letter be brought? Has it been discovered? Are you lost? Monica was even more anxious and sat outside the tent all night and looked towards the palace. At about ten o'clock on the night of the third day, Monica said to me nervously:

"Vika, listen, there is the jingle of the iron chain."

Sure enough, after a while, there was a slight jingle of iron chains not far away. Monica asked me to meet me. I walked thirty meters. Sure enough, I found two figures vaguely more than 50 meters in front of me, and a clear jingle sound came. I rushed towards the black shadow, the jingle sound disappeared, and the figure disappeared. I looked around carefully and there was nothing. what to do? I whispered in French:

"Is anyone in front?"

At this time, there seemed to be some movement. My name is:

"Is Mary here?"

Suddenly, two figures appeared 5 meters away in front of them. It turned out that when they saw me, they didn't know who they were so scared that they lay on the ground and didn't dare to move. I heard my call in French before I dared to stand up. One of the tallest ones says in French:

"I'm Mary."

I ran to them and said in French:

"I'm here to save you, go."

Mary told me: She had found that two people were chasing her, so she didn't dare to move, and the jingle of the iron chain attracted the person. I was wise in a hurry, and I asked another girl to stay in place and I took Mary away first, so there would be no sound. I quickly took Mary back to the tent, and Monica and her hugged each other tightly. I was about to go and hold another one, Monica said:

"Wait a moment, wait until Mary figures out the situation before taking action."

According to Mary, she found the light on the first day, and that day the female captain of the guard happened to be by her side. She also found the lights, suspected her and stared at her. She originally made an appointment with a girl from the United States to escape together, but the female guard captain was staring at her tightly, and they didn't dare to move. On the last day, Mary was anxious and took advantage of the fact that the guards had dinner and they had not eaten. When the sky was not completely dark, they ventured into the desert. After walking 2 kilometers, they found two black shadows coming out of the palace and chased them. They ran away desperately with their shackles and handcuffs, but the shadow chased them very quickly, but fortunately it was all dark. They played hide-and-seeking people, but as soon as they acted, the chains jingled. So later they didn't dare to move. Monica knew that all the female guards were young and beautiful, and had excellent martial arts skills. Even I am not their opponent. Because they are female servants guarding the shackles and handcuffs, they have guns but rarely wear them except leather whips. I was so anxious this time that I might have to take a gun. But you can only take advantage of your wisdom, not attack forcefully. I am the only one who can fight, they are all shackled and have no combat power. If we don't solve the pursuit, we will not be able to escape. Monica was really smart. She asked me to take out the anesthetic ether for the preparation of the surgery, soak it in a tandem handkerchief, and arranged for me to rush to the girl. There was no sound outside at the moment, so they probably haven't noticed the girl yet. When you go, ask the girl to lie on the ground, deliberately making the shackles and handcuffs ring. Those who chase you will soon find out and catch her. He also asked Mary whereabouts and asked the girl to point in the direction of the tent. Both of them must leave one to guard and one to chase, when the pursuer goes far away and cannot hear the footsteps. It is at least 30 meters away. Even if you fight, you can't hear it, but you can't shout. At this time, you press in from the opposite direction of chasing people. The female guard may focus on the American girl and her companion. You tell the girl not to get up. When you attack, hold the female guard's feet and keep silent. If you don't care about anything else, pick up the handkerchief and press the mouth and nose of the black shadow standing tightly. She must be a female guard. She will not allow the American girl to stand up in case she escapes. Stand by yourself for easy action. No matter how she attacks you, you must hold back the pain. In this way, the female guards couldn't shout out. They don’t know the advantages and disadvantages of ether, so they will definitely breathe heavily and will not hold back their breath to resist, so they will fall down in 30 seconds. Then you leave them alone and come back immediately and ask Mary to do it as usual, and the other one is stunned. As expected, as Morika expected, two people would soon be chasing him. We dragged these two people into the warehouse first, then removed the tent and packed them. When the plane left the ground, it was less than 12 o'clock. Taking advantage of the night, I flew back to France overnight. When I landed, it was just dawn. In order to prevent outsiders from seeing it, causing unnecessary trouble, the two female guards were first dragged into the house. After taking off their clothes, they all went to take a shower, washed away the dust and sweat stains on their bodies, arranged Mary and the American girl to rest in the upper basement room, washed the two female guards and carried them into the three-story dungeon, putting the heaviest shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings. Then tie the hemp rope tightly with a back rope and put it in an iron cage in the cell. The iron chain with the steel neck ring was locked on the iron ring on the wall, and a huge rubber ball was stuffed into the mouth and fixed it behind the head with a belt, so they could not escape. After the work was done, it was 8 a.m., and we all fell asleep. (12) When Mary and her girlfriend woke up, it was already 5 pm. He got up and saw that Monica was not on the bed. When I found the first floor of the basement, I heard the laughter of several girls and the jingle of iron chains from afar. I walked into the bedroom and saw three young and beautiful girls wearing shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings playing and making fun of them. They were all wearing shiny iron sandals. The back of Mary and the American girl's shoes were five inches taller, one inch shorter than Morika. I walked in and they stopped fighting immediately. Monica dingdang walked up to me, kissed me and said, "I'm awake, my dear."

The other two hurriedly got out of bed and knelt in front of me with a jingle. Monica introduced that the tallest one is Mary and the shortest one is Lena. Both are blonde beauties, and Mary is a little fatter. I quickly helped her up.

"Thank you, you are our savior." Monica said as the host: "Don't be polite, prepare the meal, go up and have a meal. Haven't eaten for a day."

Monica led the way in front, and three beautiful girls wearing shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings were all holding iron chains with shackles and jinglings, walking in front in small steps but steadily. I followed behind, as if listening to a wonderful concert. After dinner, I went to the master bedroom on the third floor. Everyone sat on the carpet. I said I would go find a locksmith to open your shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings. Mary and Lena both laughed. Monica hurriedly said to me: "The shackles, handcuffs, steel neck rings and iron sandals they wore were different from mine. They were welded to death and had no locks."

Really, I kind of don't believe it. Mary stood up. Dingdang, Dingdang walked to me and let me see that the shackles were indeed complete steel rings, without hinges and seams. Steel rings are one inch thick and two and a half inches wide. The steel ring is stuck on the feet, not tight, can ensure blood circulation; it is not loose, and can barely be stuffed into a finger. The inside and outside are polished smoothly and shiny. The chains are also welded to the steel rings. The chain rings are also very thick and smoothly polished, and the welds cannot be seen. The steel is very hard, and the surface of the ordinary iron file is removed, without any trace, and it is very well-made. In the palace, the female slaves wore these shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings until they died of old age and had not been taken down. So they are not afraid of female slaves running away. Handcuffs and steel neck rings are also made. According to Mary and Lena, it is very dangerous to put these shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings on them. First measure the size, then make a steel model, then put the open arc-shaped steel ring on the ankle, put it in the steel model, and use a 10,000-ton hydraulic press to squish the arc-shaped steel ring steel into a garden shape. Then wrap the ankles with thick asbestos paper and weld the joints to death. It happened to accidentally suppress the feet, hands, and even the head. Look at Mary's handcuffs, the style is exactly the same as the shackles. The size is smaller, about half an inch thick and two inches wide. The chain is a little thinner. The steel neck ring is about half an inch thick and one and a half inch wide. The steel neck chain is as thick as the shackle chain. Welded together with shackles and handcuffs and chains. There is also a small steel ring on the front of the steel neck ring, so that another iron chain can be locked at any time. Mary's iron sandals and steel ankle straps are also welded to death after being pressed and cannot be taken off. Mary was wearing shackles, with handcuffs and steel neck rings that were particularly heavy, not lighter than Monica. Mary is tall and big, and it doesn't matter to see her walking. Lena wore shackles, and her handcuffs and steel neck rings were the same as Mary's style, but they were much lighter. After reading these, I want to untie these shackles. Handcuffs and steel neck rings are not a big deal. After dinner, Monica wore the bright Chinese cheongsam again, which was very beautiful. Marie and Lena were very envious. Monica opened the wardrobe and they saw that Dingdang was jumping happily. Such beautiful clothes. They were really capable. Mary picked a green silk dress with a strap and slowly passed through the two shackles and steel rings, and really put them on her body. Lina chose a miniskirt, black stockings and goose yellow silk shirt, and put it on. In order to dispel my indecent thoughts, Monica also put on a steel chastity belt on them and hid the key. At this moment, I suddenly remembered the two female prisoners in the prison. Mary said that as long as a female slave can escape, the chief will use a female guard as a female slave and then add a new guard. This is why they both found out that Marie and Lena ran away and chased after her desperately. We went to the dungeon on the third floor of the basement, and first opened a cell. We found that the guards in the iron cage had woken up. We didn't know how to break the hemp ropes on both hands and were unable to open the shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings. Because it was a horizontal iron cage, she couldn't stand up and was unable to move freely. She was also heavily shackled and heavy handcuffed, and it seemed that she could not open it. I opened the iron cage, she turned over and crawled out, glaring at us. Seeing that I was a man, I was naked and hurriedly squatted down, clamping my legs tightly on my perineum. I walked up to her and loosened the large rubber ball belt that fixed her mouth and took it out. Show your friendship. Tell her we have no malice towards you, we can talk. As she did this, she nodded obediently. I unlocked the lock from the wall and handed the iron chain head of her with a steel neck ring to Mary. Mary looked at the iron chain wearing a shackle in one hand, and pulled the iron chain of her with a steel neck ring and said, "Captain Nya, let's go."

It turns out she is the captain of the guard. She stood up, and she jingled as she started, and fell down. It turned out that she wore shackles for the first time, and the iron chains of the shackles were very short, only 5 inches. That's why she fell down. I helped her up and said, Mary, walk slowly. Take care of her. They dingdong, dingdong went upstairs. I walked into another cell with Monica and Lena. I was shocked when I saw this. The female guard was a Chinese girl with a pretty and quiet appearance. But I don’t know what method she used to remove the ropes and remove the handcuffs. Release the large rubber ball in your mouth. The iron cage and steel fence bent and drilled out. Seeing that this girl was very good at kung fu, I just opened the prison door and locked it in. She jumped and kicked me. I hurriedly retreated. Fortunately, the iron chain of her steel neck ring was still locked in the ring on the wall and was not opened. Her steel-ring chains restricted her, causing her to kick her shackled feet to be four inches away from her chest. It was so dangerous that I retreated and hit Monica and Lena. They were not prepared and fell to the ground with a jingle. I hurriedly locked the prison door again and said to the Chinese girl outside the door: "You are futile in doing this. You can't take off your shackles or unlock the wall, let alone open the prison door. We ask you to think about it." After that, I closed the light and looked at the light. The cell was pitch black and there was no light at all. Our group of three jingled and jingled back to the bedroom. Nya just finished her meal, and Mary helped her pick a beautiful dress to wear. She said she had never worn women's clothes and was always wearing a ring dress. She looked back and forth in the mirror, dancing happily. I forgot that I was wearing shackles, handcuffs and steel neck rings, and I jumped jingle and jingle. He has become a innocent little girl, the difference between the arrogant look yesterday, the world. After listening to our introduction, she volunteered: "Her name is Xiuping Wang Sang, who has the best kung fu in our team. She is also a human trafficker who cheated him and sold him to the palace. I will persuade her and she will listen to me."

Mary was willing to accompany her, and we agreed. Mary pulled the iron chains of Niya's steel neck ring, and the two of them jingled and went there. Half an hour later, there were dingdongs coming downstairs, and the sound of dingdong chains hitting and the girls laughing and joking. The sound gradually reached the third floor. The first thing that came in was Xiuping. She grabbed the iron chains with her steel neck rings in Niya's hands, naked and wearing shackles, her hands were cut back and tied up in all kinds of things. When she came in, she called, "Don't push me, I'm going to fall." Seeing me staring at her, her face turned red and she squatted down in shame. The legs were tightly clamped, and the head was almost down to the ground. Nya pulled the chains in her steel neck ring and lifted them up hard.

"This is not possible, I should owe this gentleman." Mary said: "Nia has convinced Xiuping that we have no malice. At the same time, Xiuping is in the dark house, very scared, so she decided to come up. To show sincerity, she asked Niya to tie her back and apologize. She also said that she could not break the scourge of China, and we can lock her up with the scourge. To show sincerity."

I said don't do this. Everyone is friends. Take Xiuping to have dinner, change clothes, and everyone will have breakfast in the evening. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Monica took the four of them to live in the basement. I live upstairs alone. After getting up in the morning, I drove to work and they were resting at home.