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I think I am quite pretty and can attract my boyfriend, but he likes the way I look when I wear stockings. I remember when I was in elementary school, there were boys who said they liked me. Maybe at that time, the liking just meant affection! When I was in junior high school, another boy expressed his disapproval to me, and the teacher found out about it. As a result, I was always called to the teacher's office. I felt very wronged at the time, since it was not my initiative. And my mother found out about this, and I had to be scolded by her when I got home. In this way, I spent my junior high school years being constantly warned not to fall in love too early. But the situation was different in high school. My mother is a middle school teacher and my father is the deputy manager of a joint venture. I should say that my life is pretty good. I am the only girl in the family, so I have been spoiled since I was a child. But until now, I still think that my parents want me to marry into a wealthy family, because when I was in high school, my parents always took me to an uncle's house and sometimes let me live in his house. There was a boy one year older than me in his family. I thought it was a big deal at that time. Later, when I was in my second year of high school, when we were having dinner together, my father suggested that when I grow up, I should marry into his family. At that time, I felt my face was very hot, and I think it must have been very red! Later I understood that his uncle's family was very powerful and rich. Maybe his parents really thought that money could make me happy. But I don’t like that boy. Although we have played together since we were young, I always regarded him as my brother! He was a very outgoing person, but I liked someone as deep as my father. So, at the strong request of my parents, I had my first love. In fact, the rich young man liked a female classmate in their class. We just chatted about our daily life together. He must not like me. He never took the initiative to kiss me. He just pretended that we were very good friends in front of his parents. He was admitted to university when I was in my second year of high school. I should say he was quite handsome, so he brought a girlfriend home in his sophomore year, who was of course his classmate. I seemed like an abandoned object, even though there was nothing between us. Later I went to college, although it was only a junior college. I was very lucky. When I was a freshman in college, I became the host of our school. Of course, I didn’t host many programs, because there were many hosts in the school, but I was already very happy. During this period, I met another host, let's call her "Yun". She was one year older than me, and gradually we became good sisters who could talk about anything. Her home was in the city where I studied, so I often went to her home. It seemed like it was my second home, and her home changed my destiny. It was my first summer vacation in college. I had just finished hosting a program for the students who stayed on campus and was about to go back to the dormitory to rest. Then I realized that while I was hosting the program, Yun sent me a text message asking me to go to her house and she would take me out for some fun. Let me say that my home is in Beijing and I go to school in Tianjin. In fact, they are both big cities, and they are all the same. What’s fun about it? So I took a bus to her house without even changing my clothes. When I arrived at her door, I rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door. How could that be? Someone came up from downstairs. I didn't notice it at that time, but I felt someone covering my mouth. When I woke up again, I was in Yun's home. In front of me was a stranger, or to be exact, a boy who looked like a student. He was hugging my legs at that time. I think I must have been very sexy that day. I was wearing a white dress with lace and white cloth shoes. Now think about it, what attracted him most might be the flesh-colored transparent stockings I wore. At that time, my hands were tied to the heater beside the bed, my mouth was taped, and my legs were tied apart with ropes under the bed. He was licking my legs, and my legs were all wet, probably with his saliva. Seeing that I woke up, he smiled at me and continued to kiss my legs. I was dizzy at the time and didn't know what to feel. About twenty minutes passed like this. I wanted to go to the bathroom, so I closed my mouth and told him what I was thinking. He saw that I wanted to talk, so he raised his head that was kissing my legs and said something that I still remember: "If you want to possess your legs and feet, you must first possess you." Without saying anything, he came up and tore my skirt, broke it into pieces, and threw them on the ground one by one. Seeing this, my heart almost broke. I knew what was going to happen soon. I struggled desperately, but it was useless. He stripped me piece by piece, including my sanitary napkin, and finally only my stockings were left on my body. He lay on top of me and took possession of my body. I felt so painful. Can you imagine what that feels like? I was holding my urine and being violated, with my mouth sealed. He moved quickly and my breathing was so fast, but my mouth was blocked and I could only breathe through my nose. His neck was always shaking next to my face and my breathing was about to stop. I could not hold it in any longer and my urine flowed down my thighs onto the bed. He ignored me and continued his actions. I was in a mess. After a while he got up and kissed my whole body. Actually, it was quite hot at that time, and I was a little nervous when hosting the show just now, so there must be some smell on my body. But he kissed me from my face to my feet, and the kisses hit me like raindrops. He was finally tired and lay on top of me. The room was air-conditioned, so the air was filled with the smell of my urine and sweat, and the first blood from my lower body. I was so scared. I was afraid that he would kill me soon. I remembered that I had a fight with my family before going to school. I remembered that I would never see tomorrow. I remembered that I would no longer be pure. I was dirty. I cried. He put on his clothes silently and knelt beside the bed: "***
(My name is kept secret) I have liked you for a long time. Ever since the first day you came to school and hosted the show for the first time, I have been unable to extricate myself from falling in love with you. Do you know Yun? That's my cousin. Her family went to Korea for a trip yesterday. Now there's only you and me in this house. I just wanted to have a good chat with you, but I couldn't control myself. In fact, I'm in pain. I like you, but I dare not say it. I'm afraid of rejection, so I have to take such extreme measures. "He pointed to a knife beside him and said, "If you think I deserve to die, just say it, and I will die in front of you immediately. "After that, he untied the ropes on my legs and the ropes that tied my hands to the heater. I was free, but I was confused. I was dying just now, but what about now? This is different from the TV I watched before. How could he? I was lying on the bed holding a blanket, and he was kneeling. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly he stood up, walked out of the bedroom, came back after a while with a set of clothes and threw them on the bed, then said, "You want to report the case? It's up to you. I will pay the price." Then he left. Oh my God, how could there be such a person? At that time, I had only one thought, which was to leave this place quickly. I changed my clothes, put on my shoes and ran out. Even my hair was messy at that time, and I must have looked very embarrassed. I took off my stockings in the corridor. I didn't even have the bus fare to go back because my small bag was still at her house. I walked back to school step by step. It was already evening and many people had gone home for the holidays. Not many people in the school saw my disheveled appearance. I returned to the dormitory where I was the only one living there temporarily. The first thing I did was to take a shower. I took a long time that time. I hoped to wash off all the dirt on my body, but what about the dirt in my body? At that time, I really wanted to use a knife to cut myself open and clean the inside. I thought a lot that night. If I reported the case, my reputation and my school would be affected. After all, many people in the school still knew me. How would I live in the future? ? Finally, I decided not to report the case, but I couldn't just leave it like that. I wanted to find Yun and find out what was going on. Looking at the booked train ticket in my hand, I called my dad and told him that I had to rehearse at school and would be back a week late. Two days later, Yun called me and I went to her house. There were only Yun and her cousin. Yun first introduced me to her cousin Feng (using this name for the time being). Yun hugged me and cried, saying that she didn't expect her brother to be such a hooligan and that she was sorry for me. I really wanted to die with them both at that time, but I couldn't make up my mind. We just sat there in silence without saying a word. That day I found out that her cousin Feng fell in love with me when he saw me when he came to the school to watch Yun's show, but he didn't dare to say it directly because he had to go to another province to study (he was a senior at a university in Zhejiang). He wanted to have a good chat with me this time, but he didn't expect something like this to happen. My mind was blank at that time. I didn't say anything, just picked up my bag and left. During the summer vacation, I was afraid that I might be pregnant, so I went for a check-up. Sure enough, I was pregnant. I was scared, but there was nothing I could do. I bought some medicine and solved the problem. During this period, I did nothing. Every day I just thought about what I should do. As a woman, I already belonged to someone else. I also thought about death, but I was afraid and couldn't do it. I didn't know what the future would be like. In fact, Feng was quite handsome. If I had talked to him nicely at that time, I might have accepted him as a boyfriend, but... I spent this summer vacation in a daze. School started again, and during that time I had my artificial hymen re-created in the hospital. Since I did not choose to die, I still had to complete my studies. Every day I could see Yun and his brother Feng in school, but we didn't say anything. Yun took the initiative to talk to me, but I ignored her. But what happened later made me regret it so much. I had just finished hosting a show that weekend night. The wind was so cool in the evening, and I was so annoyed. I always acted insecurely. Just on the road, a van came next to me. Suddenly the door opened, and several people rushed me into the car. It was on the road next to my school. How could this happen? This happened twice in less than four months. They locked me in a small dark room. There were seven people in total. They just locked me in the room and never did anything to me. I didn’t know what they wanted to do. I was restricted in my freedom for an unknown number of days (the windows were blocked). That day, I was taken to another room in a daze. They asked me to serve the man on the ** well. He looked to be less than 20 years old! They asked me to take the initiative to have sex with him, how could I agree? One of them said to me, “If you don’t agree, we will strip you naked and throw you in front of the gate of your school and see what you will do in the future.” They asked me to lie on the young man’s bed, but I didn’t agree. So they took me to a van and stripped me naked. One of them said, “We are now in front of your school. If you don’t agree, we will push you out of the van and it’s up to you to deal with it!” I just didn’t agree. They really wanted to open the car door. How could I let them open it? I blocked the door tightly and didn’t let them open it. I had no choice but to compromise and was taken to the young man. The man in his twenties kept looking at me. He hugged my legs and kissed me non-stop without saying anything. Finally, he couldn’t help it and pounced on me like a hungry wolf, desperately lying on top of me. I was violated by him bit by bit. This was the second time. Why is my life so miserable? Then they wrapped me from head to toe with lots of stockings. Actually, I quite like stockings. I remember when I was in primary school, I once put on my cousin’s stockings and looked at myself in the mirror for a long time. So they let me go, but that was the first time. Unexpectedly, it happened again two months later. It was a late autumn evening, and I was walking alone in a dress, heading home to watch a Korean drama that was about to be released. A gust of wind blew by and I shivered. Suddenly I felt the urge to pee, so I had to quicken my pace. At that time, I was afraid that something like this would happen again, so I moved out. Because it was cold, I wore two layers of stockings, the inner one was flesh-colored and the outer one was gray-black. Paired with pure white cotton socks, I looked only charming. When I got home, I went up to the top floor and came to the front of the house. Just as I was about to use the key to open the door, a man suddenly pounced on me from behind. Before I could react, I opened my mouth and was about to scream, but a towel was covered over my mouth and nose. Just as I was about to struggle, a smell of medicine rushed up to me, and gradually I felt my hands and feet going numb, and fatigue came over me...The man dragged me into the room next to my house. The man was called that guy, and he had just moved in, but I didn't know him, and he had wanted to kidnap me for a long time. "It was so easy to succeed." The man looked at me lying unconscious on the bed, seemingly unable to believe it. Looking at the prey in front of him, the man couldn't help but swallow nervously. This is the perfect girl next door, with fair skin, small lips gently pursed, and short black hair that is a little messy, but it highlights her youth and vitality. The dress wrapped around her slender body, long and well-proportioned legs, stockings and white cotton socks constituted an irresistible temptation for the man. The man felt dizzy for a moment, but he immediately came to his senses and got down to business. He dragged out the tools that had been prepared long ago from under the bed and tied me up. The man turned me over, put my hands together behind my back, took a soft but very tough cotton rope, and tied them up carefully. He tied my hands horizontally, around, and vertically several times with great skill. After tying my hands like this, he pulled them again. It was good, definitely not hurting me but also made it impossible for me to break free. Then he tied my legs together tightly using a similar method. Then he lifted me up and tied my arms and body together carefully. No matter how hard I struggled, I could only twist my body. Unless the man untied the rope, I would never be able to break free. But the man would not let me go. After all, he had been coveting me for so long. Next, the man took out a pair of clean stockings and gently pinched my cheek with one hand. When my little mouth opened unconsciously, the man carefully stuffed the stockings into my mouth, blocking my little mouth tightly. Then, she picked up a flesh-colored long stocking, covered my little mouth tightly with it, and tied a knot behind my head to secure it, so that I would have no chance of spitting out the stocking in my mouth. The man took another pair of stockings and blindfolded me. Then the man took out a small bottle of anti-nasal medicine and asked me to inhale it to prevent me from suffocating due to difficulty breathing. Finally, the man put a hood made of thick stockings DIY on my head, so that I couldn't rub off the stockings covering my eyes and mouth. This silk stocking hood is nice, it wraps my head and neck very nicely. The man picked me up again and put me into a sleeping bag fixed to the bed, with only my head exposed. This sleeping bag was modified by the man. It is very tight and the neck opening can be tied with a rope, so even if I am not tied up, I can't get out of the sleeping bag. The man looked at the "work" in front of him with satisfaction and smiled proudly. Then he turned on the TV, tuned it to the 24-hour channel, locked the door and went out. He was going to the suburbs to get it. Because this building is so expensive, there are very few people living there, and the sound insulation is very good. The man installed sound insulation materials in every corner of the room where I was tied up, and even the windows have double-layered soundproof glass, so even if there is a fight in the room, no one can hear it. Soon, I woke up from a very uncomfortable sleep. I seemed to be the only one in the darkness. My head was aching slightly, and it seemed that there was something covering my mouth and eyes. I suddenly remembered what happened just now, and tried to sit up in horror, but found that my body was completely out of control, as if my whole body was glued together. I realized that I was tied up, so I struggled desperately, but I could only squirm on the bed wrapped in the sleeping bag. I wanted to shout for help, but only a faint "mumble" sound came from deep in my throat. I couldn't shout or see anything. I was scared and anxious, and tried desperately to break free from the restraints on my body. The feeling on my face was very familiar, it was my favorite stockings. But now the stockings covering my face made me desperately want to rub them off. However, no matter how hard I tried, the hood was still wrapped tightly, and the stockings covering my mouth and eyes were even more impossible to rub off. I couldn't help crying, but my tears were quickly absorbed by the stockings. I was like a tightly tied-up dumpling. I gradually understood my situation. I was kidnapped and didn't know what would happen next. I had to continue struggling in vain, twisting my body desperately. Gradually, I became tired and had to breathe laboriously through my nose. It was then that I noticed the sound of the TV, telling me it was ten o'clock. I was so desperate that I calmed down a little. After all, it was just a waste of effort. But just as I was trying to find a solution, I discovered something even more troublesome - the urge to urinate. I was tied up before I had time to go home and relax. Now I became scared again. I didn’t know how long I would be tied up, and what would happen if I couldn’t hold it anymore. I struggled hard again, trying to divert my attention, but the urge to pee seemed to be deliberately against me. The more afraid I was, the more urgent it was to pee. It was impossible to forget the urge to pee. I really regretted drinking that big cup of milk tea on the street just now. Now I felt even worse. I was tied up tightly, gagged and blindfolded. I wanted to cry loudly, but I could only make a faint "Mmm" sound.
Faced with the increasingly urgent urge to urinate, I could only clamp my legs tightly together, even though my legs had been tied tightly together. As usual, I could only move my body with great effort, and even sitting up was impossible. I realized I was wrapped in something and then tied to the bed with ropes. So I used the last of my strength to try to break the ropes that tied me to the bed. Then I could move my body and use the door handle or something to pull off the hood or something. Then I spit out the stockings in my mouth and use my mouth to bite a pencil or something to call the police. I had hope again, but the man was no fool. The sleeping bag was fixed very firmly and it was impossible to break free from it. It was also impossible for me to get out of the sleeping bag, so no matter how hard I struggled, it was all in vain. I realized this and soon became desperate. I could only try my best to hold back the increasingly urgent urge to pee. I didn't even have the energy to cry. I just moved my body occasionally with great effort, trying to find a more comfortable position. Just now I wanted to break free and escape before the kidnapper came back, but now I am desperate and hope that the kidnapper can come back soon, and maybe be kind enough to let me go to the toilet so that I can feel less uncomfortable. After enduring for a long time, the TV announced the time again. It was already eleven o'clock, and I felt like I couldn't hold it in any longer. Just then, I heard the door open and the man came back carrying a large box. I was moaning anxiously, and the man carried me out of the sleeping bag and threw himself on me, rubbing my face through his stockings and his hands wandering all over my body. It turned out to be a pervert. I was completely desperate and could only try in vain to avoid those hands that were touching me randomly. The man's eyes swept over my body, and when they stopped at the pair of slender legs that were clamped together and rubbing against each other, he understood what I wanted to say. So he leaned close to my ear and said: Do you want to pee? I'll let you go as long as you listen. I nodded vigorously in a hurry. The man lifted up my skirt, reached out to pull off his underwear and stockings (I like to wear underwear over stockings), and smiled slyly, "The way you're dressed really excites me." The man untied the rope tied around my knees, then took off my underwear and two layers of stockings, picked me up and put me on the toilet, spread my thighs apart, pointed his penis at the toilet, and said softly: We are here, you can relax. My upper body was shaking, and I kept making "Mmm" sounds, obviously feeling ashamed of this posture. However... However, in the end, the physical pressure overcame the defense line of reason, and a transparent liquid gushed out... The man carried me back to the bed, tidied my clothes, and "locked" me in the sleeping bag again. The man couldn't see my expression through the hood, but could hear my heavy breathing through the hood, and it seemed like I was sobbing. The man put on an Arab mask, completely covering his appearance. The man's fingers wandered around my neck, and then he took off my hood and blindfold. My eyes were full of sadness and fear, and the tears in the corners of my eyes were not dry yet. My tightly blocked mouth deepened the feeling of my pitifulness. "If you promise not to scream, I can help you take it out of your mouth, how about it? : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
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I struggled desperately, but soon had to give up because I couldn't breathe. Gradually, my ** began to feel something. The stimulation from that man had aroused my sexual desire and stimulated the sensitive nerves in my **. I didn't know what to do anymore, so I could only twist my body in despair and moan hard, hoping that this beast would stop soon. But my struggle and "screaming" stimulated the man's senses even more, and he caressed my body even more happily. At this point I could no longer control myself and could only allow this pervert to torture me. I felt like I was about to faint. The man saw that I was almost exhausted, so he stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, admiring my labored breathing. I was so tired at this time that I soon fell asleep. In my dream, I was walking on the street, and suddenly there seemed to be a veil in front of my eyes, and I couldn’t see anything clearly. I was about to reach out to remove the thing blocking my eyes, but I found that my hand couldn’t move at all. So he wanted to call for help from passers-by, but no sound came out. He saw the passers-by walking away, and wanted to chase them, but found that he could not take a step. Suddenly everything disappeared and there was only darkness. I woke up and moved my body. At this moment, I seemed to have lost the difference between reality and nightmare. I couldn't help crying, but the layers of stockings suppressed my tears. I don't understand why that pervert wanted to kidnap me, deprive me of my freedom, and torture me like this. At noon, Cheng didn't feed me, nor did he show any intention of untying me. He was just reluctant to open the complete package and let me struggle and make noises. The perfect scene in front of him made the man's blood boil, and he couldn't help but pounce on me again, constantly stimulating my senses. After a long time, I couldn't bear it anymore, and I struggled like crazy, trying to yell out, but it was all in vain. I struggled for a while and then stopped moving. I passed out due to excessive excitement and lack of oxygen, so the man quickly blew air into my nose through the hood and gave me artificial respiration. What a pervert. He refuses to untie me even at this time, even to let me breathe easier. Maybe the man expected that I would be fine, so he was not nervous at all. Sure enough, I recovered quickly. At this time, I no longer had the strength to struggle, and I even had thoughts of dying in my mind. The man covered me with a blanket and I fell asleep quickly. After sleeping for a long time, I woke up because I had to pee. Gradually, the urge to pee became more and more urgent, coupled with the stimulation of the cotton stuffed in my penis, I soon felt that I could no longer control this damn urge to pee. I moaned hard and twisted my body on the bed. The man understood what I meant, and said with a sly smile, "You want to pee again. I won't let you go. If you dare to pee on my bed, I will definitely rape you. You can do whatever you want. I really don't want to untie you, and even more reluctant to let you, a perfect man, go..." I was very scared. I remembered the descriptions of girls who were forced to pee in front of their kidnappers and then raped in novels. I held back the urge to pee even more desperately. I didn't know how long I could hold on. I only knew that more time meant more hope. I tried to squeeze my legs together but they couldn't be separated. After struggling for a long time, I finally couldn't resist the physical urgency anymore and urinated. However, due to the blockage of cotton and the tight wrapping of sanitary napkins, stockings, and bandages, a large part of the urine was blocked in the ** and could only flow out slowly. The more I urinated, the more urgent it became for me to urinate, and I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. ** slowly soaked through my clothes and soaked the bed. Just when I was terrified, the man took off his pants, threw himself on me, hugged me and rubbed me almost madly, then climbed up and held my stocking feet, sniffing and kissing them greedily, leaving a large area of my stocking feet wet. Then Cheng pressed my feet on his body. I struggled, and my legs kept moving, which strongly stimulated the man's sexual desire. Soon he #
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The milky liquid got on my feet. Just when I thought I was doomed, I smelled the medicine again, and before I could even struggle a few more times, I passed out. In fact, the man did not rape me in the end. After he finished venting his sexual desire, he untied all the restraints on my body... I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I found myself lying in the warm quilt of my own home. All the restraints on my body were gone, and my skin seemed to be wrapped in some soft, comfortable and warm fabric, a long-lost comfort. I was emitting a fresh scent, obviously having just taken a shower. Was that just a nightmare? No! I found that I was only wearing a clean white ultra-thin bodystocking, and there were faint marks on my wrists. I climbed up in horror and took off the bodystocking with great effort. I looked down and found that my artificial hymen was still intact. I breathed a sigh of relief. I found an excuse to discuss moving with my parents, and my life gradually returned to normal. After this incident, I still did not change my obsession with stockings. I was even reluctant to take them off when taking a bath. To be precise, I never took them off unless they were torn. The stockings can be washed together with the clothes when taking a bath, and they are easy to dry, so there is no need to take them off. The stockings have become the second skin of my lower body. I often think of the feeling of being wrapped in layers of stockings, but later I was scared when I saw the ropes. It was too uncomfortable to be tied up. However, my story of being tied up was far from over... In the blink of an eye, it was the summer of the following year and the school organized a trip. Today I am still wearing stockings, but instead of a skirt I am wearing sweatpants. The friction between the stockings and pants makes me feel very comfortable. When we were going down the mountain, I gradually couldn’t keep up with the group, so I let my classmates go first and said that I was tired. Actually, it’s because the pair of shoes I wore today were too tight. My feet hurt after walking all day. How could I bear it? Just at a corner, a figure flashed behind me, and then a towel covered my mouth and nose. My first reaction was that I was kidnapped. Thinking of my last experience, I struggled desperately, but soon my consciousness became blurred. When I woke up, I found myself tied tightly to a large armchair. I couldn't move at all. Everything in front of me was dark and my eyes were blindfolded again. "Mmmmm," I struggled in fear, but the rope didn't move at all. At this moment, I felt someone pinching my face. Could it be a pervert again? "Hmm," I was desperate. "You can't escape, don't waste your energy." It was a man's voice, and then he locked the door and went out. At this time, I was struggling helplessly and the rope was hurting me. The room was very stuffy and I was already sweating profusely. My clothes were soaked and my stockings were stuck to my legs with sweat. This went on for a long time. I was thirsty, tired, hot and hungry with my mouth blocked. I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer. At this time, a man came in from outside, tore off the cloth gag from my mouth, and without saying a word, just fed me something to eat and then poured several bowls of water into my mouth. My stomach was almost bloated, and then he stuffed my mouth again and left. At night, mosquitoes were flying around the house, biting poor me all over. The clothes were sticky and smelly, and my feet were hurt by the pressure from the shoes. After sitting for most of the day, my butt started to hurt, and after drinking so much water, I gradually felt the urge to pee. In fact, I am not only afraid of being tied up, but also of being gagged, blindfolded and having to pee. In the morning, I couldn't hold my urine anymore, but no one came. I held on for a long time, but finally I peed and my pants were wet. Just when I was in despair, the police broke in and rescued me. It turned out that my classmates had been waiting for me for a long time and didn’t see me come back to the gathering, so they called the police because they were worried that something had happened to me. It turns out that the kidnappers didn't want to kidnap me, they caught the wrong person. After this incident, I became even more afraid of being tied up, but I was cheerful and soon forgot about it... College life passed quickly, and it was another late autumn evening when I was walking home after a dance. At this moment, I am still the same beautiful me, but a little less childish and a little more mature and perfect, appearing even more charming. I didn't know that what was waiting for me tonight would be a long period of bondage and restraint. When I reached an empty street corner, I subconsciously quickened my pace. A dark shadow suddenly flashed behind me. Before I could react, I smelled medicine. I struggled for a few times and soon lost consciousness. The man dragged me into a car on the side of the road and drove away. The car finally drove into a villa, the man picked me up and carried me upstairs and put me on a big soft bed. Then he gave me some drugs, and it looked like there would be another big project. Sure enough, he took out a lot of things from the cabinet, including bodystockings and other things. Could it be... Yes, that man kidnapped me again. He picked up a pair of flesh-colored bodystockings that were so thin that they were almost transparent and smiled triumphantly. To be clear, this is not an ordinary bodystocking. Although it has the same texture, feel and appearance as high-end pantyhose on the market, it is made of special materials. This fabric was originally invented for astronauts exploring Mars, but I don't know how Cheng got the equipment and materials from the United States to make these tights with excellent breathability, high elasticity, automatic skin cleansing and temperature regulation, thin and soft, yet extremely tough, and close-fitting curves. Of course, like last time, it covers from the feet to the neck, and comes with a hood made of the same material. Except for a small opening in the crotch that can be opened and fits tightly, there is no seam on the whole body, even the gloves. It seems that the man has no intention of taking off this special tights for me for a long time. The man took off my shoes and cotton socks, and then sniffed, licked and kissed my stocking-covered feet passionately, making a large area of my stockings wet. He didn't have a foot fetish originally, but since he saw my delicate feet last time, he has fallen deeply in love with my stocking-covered feet. After being intoxicated, it’s time to get down to business. He stripped off all my clothes, trimmed my nails, cleaned my pubic hair with hair remover, wiped my whole body with wet tissues, and washed my hair with a special dry-cleaner, even though I smelled pretty good to begin with. He took the specially made full-body stocking with an opening at the neck. The stocking was incredibly elastic. The man carefully put my feet in it, gradually pulling it upwards, and wrapped my entire leg into the stocking barrel. Then the stockings were pulled up to the chest, and the man carefully put my arms in and struggled to put my fingers into the gloves of the bodystockings. Finally the stockings climbed over the shoulders and neck. The man carefully stuffed my mouth with a pair of stockings, fixed my hair, and put a hood on me. That was it. I believe that no man can resist such temptation. The man pounced on me and caressed me to his heart's content. Then he used the same method to put on the second and third pieces of clothing on me. I seemed to be swallowed whole by this specially made full-body stocking. Every corner of my body was snugly wrapped up. The stocking had become my second skin. Then the man put on a thick, ordinary black bodystocking for me, covering me from my feet to my neck, with an opening in the crotch to facilitate my excretion. Then it was the same bodysuit as last time, but this time no gloves were worn because the bodysuit came with very fitting gloves without any seams. The crotch of a tights can also be opened, but it's just a little more difficult. The man then took out a delicate little tool, opened the opening of the crotch layer by layer, stuffed a small ball of sterilized cotton tightly into my vagina, put on a sanitary napkin, and then closed the opening layer by layer. These openings are very delicately made and can close tightly automatically. They can only be opened with the help of external force, special tools and techniques. It seems impossible for me to take off this bodysuit by myself. The man took out a thick black silk stocking hood and wrapped my entire head in it. Because all hoods have close-fitting curves and are very tight when put on, the silk stockings to cover the mouth are unnecessary. The outermost hood is not light-transmissive, so the silk stockings to cover the eyes are also unnecessary. This way, the lines of my facial features can remain as they were before. At this point, my outfit can be described as seamless, with the stockings perfectly wrapping me. Then came the tight tying up. The man grabbed a few bundles of long, soft cotton ropes and tied them up more carefully and tightly than the last time. After the man tied my hands side by side, he grabbed a cotton rope and passed it through my armpits, wrapped it around my upper body a few times, and then wrapped it around my arms to tie the upper part of my upper arms tightly to my body. The lower part of the ** also circles several times, connecting the lower part of the upper arm and the body into one. At the cleavage area, the upper and lower ropes were pulled together, and then tied with another rope and wrapped around the back, giving my breasts a more attractive curve. Then another rope was wrapped around my waist several times, securing my wrists to my slender waist. The rope was then tied around the middle of my lower arms and tied into a knot with the remaining rope behind my back, firmly securing my entire arm and body together. Finally, he led two ropes from my wrists, passed them through my breasts and tightened them, and then tied the ropes around the front and abdomen. It was like he was putting on a thong made of rope for me. This way, if I struggled a little, the friction of the ropes would make my sensitive breasts unbearable. The man's method of tying me up was very clever. He had studied the human body's skeletal structure, blood circulation and metabolism. Each node of the rope was restrained by each other, so none of them could loosen. And there was no need to tie it tightly. Just a little bit of force was enough to prevent me from ever breaking free and it would not affect my blood circulation. I could be tied for as long as the man was willing to take care of my eating, drinking, defecating and urinating. My legs were also tied tightly together using a similar method. My already beautiful legs became even more sexy and attractive when tied with cotton rope. In this way, the ropes gradually covered my entire body, as if I was wearing a piece of rope clothes. The bondage didn't end there, the man took out the same tight stockings and pullover as last time, and wrapped me tightly from head to toe in it, and finally tied it with a wide strip of cloth to prevent it from gradually slipping off due to my struggles. Admiring the perfect bondage in front of him, the man could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart and started to touch me all over. Now just wait for me to wake up and admire my graceful figure as I struggle hard. Soon I woke up, and the familiar feeling of my stockings immediately made me understand what had happened. "Mmmmm," I struggled desperately. I didn't want to be tortured like last time. However, I desperately found that it was impossible to break free from the restraints on my whole body. "Please let me go..." I begged desperately, but naturally I could only make faint and desperate "mumble" sounds. I struggled hard, but gradually lost my strength and lay on my side on the bed, breathing laboriously. "How is it? Are you comfortable? I let you go last time because I couldn't tie you up completely. But this time is different. I will tie you up like this every day. As for how many days, I don't know. Maybe it will be one day, or maybe a month or even longer. It all depends on my pleasure." This familiar voice made me even more desperate. It’s that pervert again. Wasn’t it enough to tie him up like that last time? Who will save me? What should I do… I couldn’t help crying, but I could only make low “mumble” sounds. I struggled to break free, otherwise I would be doomed. I might really be tied up and tortured to death by him. But how can I break free? I am bound and restrained so tightly. "Will you be my pet? I will take good care of you, but don't even think about escaping?" "Mmm," I struggled, of course I didn't want to. "Oh, you agreed. If you agreed, why are you still twisting and turning so reluctantly? Be good, I have used bodystockings and ropes to weave a warm and close nest for you, just enjoy it and don't keep thinking about escaping." I couldn't refute him, so I could only shake my head and twist my body to protest, but the man didn't care. If you are tied up by me, don't even think about getting freedom, because you are so beautiful. Suddenly, the man pounced on me again, buried his head in my breasts through stockings, rubbing them greedily. The brand new nylon mixed with my faint body fragrance stimulated his nerves. He hugged me tighter with his hands and clamped his legs against me. I was tied up tightly and faced the sudden "invasion". My bound body could only roll left and right awkwardly to struggle, while my head shook desperately and my little mouth made "Mmm" sounds for help, but they were not as loud as the friction of my body on the bed due to the barrier of the stockings. As my hand moved, the rope stimulated my ** unceremoniously, and soon I felt it and started to wet myself. It took the man a long time to stop, and by then I was exhausted. As I gradually calmed down, I realized that without this kind of restraint, wearing the bodystockings was actually very comfortable. This is a damn bundle. I was daydreaming when I found myself having to urinate again and had to hold it back. I suddenly became scared. The cotton stuffed in my anus further stimulated my urge to urinate, and soon I found it unbearable. "Mmm," I struggled, but I didn't dare to use too much force because the two ropes would intensify my urge to urinate. "Mmmm" I hope he can understand what he means and carry me to the toilet like last time. But the man seemed to be pretending to be stupid. He put me into the sleeping bag like last time, locked the door and left. "Mmmm", I don't want to pee on myself again, or I'll be fucked. "Mmm," I struggled. The stimulation of the rope and cotton made me feel very uncomfortable. I didn't understand why that pervert wouldn't even let me go to the toilet. Even if I was a pet, I should be able to go to the toilet. But the only sounds in the room were my own cries for help and the friction between the sleeping bag and the bed. I told myself that I must hold on, but after more than an hour, I finally couldn't hold on any longer. I urinated hard in a fit of rage, just to empty my urine. But because of the blockage of the cotton, I had to urinate more and more urgently. It was very difficult and uncomfortable, but I couldn't stop. Finally I found that even though I had peed, it wasn't wet at all. "Could it be that he put a diaper on me? But I could only feel the sanitary napkin as soft as silk." Never mind, as long as it’s not wet. So I was so tired that I fell into a deep sleep. It turned out that the sanitary napkin was also specially made. It was thin but could quickly absorb at least one liter of liquid through a series of reactions inside itself. That was why I urinated without getting wet just now. This way, the man wouldn't have to go through the trouble of lifting me up to pee all the time. He would just need to let me go to the bathroom at night and change my sanitary napkin. This would also minimize the number of times he had to untie me even a little bit. In the morning, the man woke me up, untied the outermost cloth strips and silk stocking pullover, lifted the hood up a little, exposing my little mouth so I could rinse my mouth and feed him. "Please don't block my mouth, okay? I promise I won't scream. Please, I will be obedient. It's too uncomfortable to block my mouth. I beg you, mmm." The man ignored my pleading. He just liked to hear my "mmm" sound. It was too exciting. This time he didn't put the black hood on me immediately. He had to let my eyes see the light, otherwise I would go blind after a while. Through the translucent hood, he admired my perfect face. I was also trying hard to see the man's appearance clearly, but I could only see a vague outline through the stockings. In this way, I spent several days in despair. This specially made full-body stocking is truly extraordinary. My body remains clean and exudes my unique fragrance. But after being restrained for these days, I gradually felt that my body no longer belonged to me. I seemed to have lost the ability to control my own movements. I was no different from a disabled person. I was completely desperate and gave up resisting. Although I lost my freedom, the man took good care of my daily life, and I gradually accepted the reality that I had become a "pet". The days passed one by one, and my colleagues thought I had resigned, and no one suspected anything. A long month has passed, and I no longer hate the man in front of me as much, but I still fantasize that one day I will be free. Having been so tightly restrained for so long, I might not even be able to stand steadily at this moment. One day, I was struggling when suddenly a group of policemen broke into the house. It turned out that the man’s company had run into problems. He had swindled a huge sum of money and wanted to escape. When his deeds were exposed, he killed people to silence them. Now he was cleaning up at home and didn’t care about my life or death, just like throwing away a pet that had fallen out of favor. No wonder, he put all his attention on me, a perfect girl in stockings and my bondage, it would be strange if his company didn't go bankrupt. The police came to his house to arrest people. I struggled desperately, making "mumbles". The policemen who rushed into the room were stunned by the twisting silk stocking cocoon in front of them. They soon realized that I had been tied up for a long time, so the male policeman left the room, leaving two female policemen to spend more than an hour to untie all the ropes and restraints on my body. I threw myself into the arms of the female policemen and burst into tears... After being tied up for a month, I couldn't even walk clearly, but my figure was made more charming by the specially made full-body silk stockings. After a period of rehabilitation and psychological counseling, I returned to that happy world. At this moment, I deeply realized how perfect freedom is. Later, the man was sentenced to death. Now I am safe, but the thing is that I miss those special full-body stockings very much. Although I am afraid of being tied up, I still can't change my obsession with stockings and I long to wear them comfortably one day. A few days later, I received a big package. When I opened it at home, I almost fainted. Inside were five packs of special sanitary napkins and three sets of special full-body stockings. The difference was that there was no opening in the crotch. I calmed down and opened the letter inside. "I know that I will be arrested sooner or later. I believe that these two kidnappings will be unforgettable for you, so I left this for you. I believe you will like it." At the end of the letter was the man's handsome signature. Later I received a booklet from him, which recorded his various actions and psychological thoughts. Based on this and my own experience at the time, I wrote the above article.
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