Wang Yan's experience with self-bondage
Wang Yan stretched out a few long lengths of twine from the various toys and twine clusters spread on the ground, and after folding them in half, tied them skillfully on her own body. First is the chest, this is the starting point and the core, the hemp rope is centered on the chest, and set off towards the sides, wrapping around the two breasts from above and below respectively, so that although it is not to talk about huge, but the already full breasts stand up even more, and roundly emphasize their existence. The ropes were looped and secured above and below each breast, and by the way, knotted under the armpits and encircled the arms on either side; the very short moments of force were such that this did not prevent the arms from being lifted, but once she had done so, the ropes on the breasts were bound to be tightened by the pulling of the ropes on the breasts, and the ropes on the chests were tightened by the pulling of the ropes on the breasts.
Article Summary
Though "tidied" to such a spotless degree, Wang Yan was still somewhat lacking in the art of "organizing." Being able to fold clothes and sort items into categories was already her limit; any further attempt at neatness proved beyond her. At times, half of what she put into her bag would spill out, and she'd walk away with it completely oblivious. Such absentmindedness was perhaps unavoidable in women her age, and fortunately, no major accidents had occurred because of it thus far. After washing her face and combing her hair at the vanity, Wang Yan selected a simple hairpin with a tiny heart from her drawer to secure the strands framing her forehead. Her short black hair now looked smooth and neat. She bent her knees and pulled out a dark gray fabric ottoman from under her desk. Lifting its soft lid revealed ample storage space beneath. The contents within appeared rather disordered, a stark contrast to the tidy environment. The contrast wasn't limited to this; the items within the ottoman itself seemed out of place in this warm, bright, and clean boudoir. These were Wang Yan's secret treasures— A silicone dildo, similar in girth to a real one but longer; a silicone anal plug, composed of seven or eight connected silicone balls, the largest at the end being about the size of an egg; silicone gags, some of the horse-bit variety that could encircle the entire head when worn, and others of the straight bar type. These seemingly simple bars had a finger-length appendage at the back of the ball, designed so that when worn, the tip of the appendage would undoubtedly press against the throat; a transparent, disc-shaped nipple suction cup, featuring a vent for vacuum suction to create a tight seal against the breast, and an internal cavity for a vibrator, clearly designed to hold the suction cup firmly in place; a number of classic pink vibrators, their power cords tangled with the chains of handcuffs and collars; and when Wang Yan pulled out her most classic prop—the hemp rope—despite having been roughly bundled and folded, it cascaded out, bringing half the contents of the box with it. Yes, this was Wang Yan's collection, her secret, carefully guarded since childhood. From a very, very early age, even before her curiosity about sex had awakened, Wang Yan had been fated to develop an interest in restraint. Works of art featuring female characters being controlled and falling into crisis always made her heart race as she identified with them. As she entered puberty, this private hobby merged with sexual pleasure, constructing a small paradise in which Wang Yan could become lost. Wang Yan was fortunate; her excellent grades allowed her parents to let her live alone for her studies, and her years of dance training meant her body could explore and enjoy more of the pleasures of restraint. But then again, perhaps the effort she put into her studies and dance was largely in service of this secret pleasure.