Shake M's Self-Mastery

In front of her computer, the pretty girl browsing the web let out a sigh of dejection. If anyone were to see the content on her screen at that moment, they would likely blush crimson and be too stunned to speak. It was a Shibari website, and a sensual image of a shy, beautiful girl tightly bound occupied almost the entire screen. However, the caption accompanying the image conveyed no shyness or embarrassment from the girl; instead, it exuded an ineffable excitement. "Yay, it's so great to have my boyfriend help! The despair of being completely bound and unable to move is both loved and hated. Being played with in this state makes it impossible to stop..." The girl's mouth was practically watering as she read. "I want to experience that too!" The girl hugged her arms, curling herself into a tight ball, as if trying to emulate the feeling of snug restraint experienced by the girl in the picture. But such a situation, relying entirely on one's own will to imitate, could hardly compare to the pressure and despair inflicted by strong, rough ropes. Pursing her lips, she pushed the laptop aside, and the girl, huffing in frustration, flopped onto the table, stamping her feet in exasperation. The girl's name was Shiqi. At twenty years old, she possessed a youthful face and stood only 151 centimeters tall. Coupled with her underdeveloped chest, she was often mistaken for a little sister when walking down the street. Yet, this seemingly naive and ignorant girl harbored a secret hobby that was completely at odds with her pure appearance; she was a seasoned enthusiast of the BDSM community. Ever since discovering her interest, Shiqi had begun collecting various restraint tools: ropes, latex suits, leather gear, and a variety of toys that brought pleasure. In her free time, Shiqi would hide away in her room, playing by herself, reveling in the sensation of being tightly bound and enclosed. What captivated her even more was how her body became more sensitive and her desires intensified under such unique attire. Each session, she would play until utterly exhausted before finally stopping. However, as she played more often, she had tried almost every conceivable solo scenario, even multiple times over, and her mind and body were gradually losing their initial novelty and excitement. Thus, she decided to seek a partner and planned to share the unspeakable little secret she had hidden away for many years.

Shiqi considered for a moment and decided to set the unlocking time for 8 PM tonight. "Qi Chu gets out of class at six. Two hours should be enough for him to get back to his rented room." After confirming the time, Shiqi began her final restraints. There was no light in the box, so everything had to be done in darkness. The first thing Shiqi put on was a leather blindfold. Although the box was pitch black and vision was of little practical use, Shiqi loved the oppressive sensation the tightened straps brought to her eyes. It reminded her that her sight had been taken away. Once the blindfold was in place, Shiqi grabbed a timer lock and secured the blindfold. Next, Shiqi used two straps to bind her left and right thighs together at the root, also locking them with a timer. She then secured her ankles to the straps at the bottom of the box, again with a timer lock. Shiqi tried to move her legs. Her thighs and calves were folded together and couldn't be separated. Because they were fixed to the bottom of the box, she had completely lost the ability to move. The lid of the box also prevented her from sitting up, forcing her to lie prone inside, her folded legs pressed tightly against her upper body. The intense feeling of restraint made Shiqi very excited. However, restraint alone wasn't enough without stimulation. Shiqi felt for a spherical vibrating toy and slowly began to insert it into her crotch. During the previous restraint process, she had already become wet, so the toy entered easily without lubrication. But the friction during insertion made Shiqi involuntarily moan. Fearing discovery, she suppressed the sound and swallowed it back. Just inserting one toy made Shiqi's breathing quicken considerably. She could feel the temperature inside the box rising rapidly, and an ambiguous atmosphere began to fill the space, which only intensified her desire. After a moment's thought, Shiqi inserted another ball. She then tidied up the two tail-like wires, zipped up the box, and tucked the remote control for the wires into the straps binding her thighs. This erotic image, often seen in various media, immediately aroused her, and she couldn't help but turn on the switch. "Mmm~" Accompanied by a faint buzzing sound, ecstatic moans began to escape her lips. "The box has some soundproofing. As long as I'm careful, they shouldn't be able to hear anything outside, right?" With this thought, Shiqi indulged herself a little, no longer suppressing the sounds of pleasure. However, she retained some rationality, not daring to cry out too loudly. The pent-up emotions were making her extremely uncomfortable, so she decided to gag herself, thinking she could then scream as much as she wanted. As a box designed for confinement, a mouth restraint was readily available. Shiqi found the rubber gag standing in front of her head almost immediately. Feeling its astonishing thickness and imagining her mouth being filled later, Shiqi's arousal surged again. Of course, the sensation wasn't exactly pleasant, but Shiqi didn't hesitate much. She quickly positioned the gag, slowly opened her cherry-like lips, and extended her tender tongue to lick and lubricate it. As she lubricated, she slowly took it into her mouth. The rubber gag was a full 2.5cm in diameter. Once inside, it quickly filled Shiqi's oral cavity, leaving her tongue with less and less room to move. As the gag was swallowed deeper, her tongue was eventually pressed firmly under her lower teeth, unable to move. At this point, the tip of the gag reached her throat, the area that triggered a strong gag reflex. "Gag!" In her previous games, Shiqi had tried various gagging devices. These stick-like objects were undoubtedly her least favorite. Despite trying many times, each deep insertion inevitably brought on a strong urge to vomit, which was extremely unpleasant. Shiqi had endured the pain of her feet being squeezed by high heels, but she couldn't withstand the gag reflex caused by the foreign object in her throat this time. Tears streamed down her face, quickly soaking the inside of the latex hood, causing it to cling even more uncomfortably to her skin. However, under the intense pleasure brought by the continuous stimulation of the vibrating toy, Shiqi, as if possessed, managed to swallow the entire gag despite the discomfort. She retched continuously, her throat contracting with the intrusion of the foreign object, intensifying the gag reflex. Fearing she might regret it, Shiqi quickly reached for the thin chain below the gag and fastened it to the ring on the front of her collar, then locked it with a timer. Now, no matter how uncomfortable her throat felt, even if she vomited on the spot, she could only maintain the position of having the gag deeply inserted into her throat and could no longer separate them. Between bouts of dry heaving, not only did tears flow incessantly, but water also streamed from her nose. She was a mess of snot and tears, but hidden by the hood, her pained expression was concealed, making it look as if she merely had a runny nose from a cold. "Relax, relax, just bear with it, and it will pass."

Carefully placing the props on her thighs, she began to put them on. The first item Shiqi chose was the leather handcuffs. In reality, cuffing her hands first would make it difficult to put on other props later, but Shiqi preferred it this way. Her cuffed hands became clumsy, and the sensation of restraint during movement was exactly what she needed. Shiqi cuffed her hands loosely in front of her. The chain between the leather cuffs was only ten centimeters long, severely limiting the distance her hands could separate, preventing any large movements. She tried to struggle, but found it impossible to break free. It wasn't painful, yet provided a definite sense of restriction. Perfect. Next came the blindfold. Blocking her vision would also increase the difficulty of putting on subsequent items, serving as another form of restraint. Due to her cuffed hands, putting on the blindfold wasn't straightforward. Normally, she would simply place the blindfold over her eyes, wrap the strap around the back of her head, and buckle it. But her hands couldn't separate, let alone reach around to her head. However, Shiqi had found a solution during previous sessions. She first buckled the strap of the blindfold on her hands without tightening it. Then, like a collar, she slipped the blindfold over her head from above, adjusted its position, and finally tightened the strap at the back of her head. This completed the blindfold's application. With the blindfold on, her vision was plunged into darkness; she could see nothing. Shiqi fumbled clumsily on her thighs and found the collar. The collar was a narrow black leather strap. When worn, it wouldn't significantly impede neck movement. In fact, it offered more of a psychological humiliation. Like the blindfold, the collar needed to be fastened at the back. However, Shiqi's neck was very slender. Even with the ten-centimeter chain binding her hands, she could manage this action, unlike the blindfold which had to be slipped on from above. Of course, even if she wanted to slip it on, she couldn't. The collar was only slightly longer than Shiqi's neck circumference, not nearly long enough to pass over her head. This meant that once buckled, the collar could not be removed unless unfastened. Since she was only aiming for a performative sense of restraint, Shiqi hadn't chosen too many restrictive items. Only a gag remained. Putting on the gag was different from the blindfold. It was placed around the neck first, then brought up into the mouth, and finally tightened. "Mmph!" As the large gag settled into her mouth, Shiqi couldn't help but let out a pained moan. After only a short while, her jaw began to ache, and saliva flowed uncontrollably, dripping down her chin and through the holes in the gag.

Qi Chu reminded her again in a low voice. Shi Qi immediately stopped shaking her head, swallowed back her pleading voice, and just looked at Qi Chu with pleading eyes. If anyone could see her frightened face, her pitiful eyes, and her tear-filled eyes, they would probably be unable to bear to bully such a helpless girl. It's a pity that with the hood on, she couldn't even send out this signal of begging for mercy. Qi Chu directly tied the leash to the anti-theft net, leaving less than twenty centimeters of slack, which was the range Shi Qi could move within. Realizing that she might not be able to escape the window, Shi Qi was both scared and wronged, and began to cry softly. However, she was very restrained, and only a very faint sob could be heard, her shoulders trembling slightly. "That's right. As long as you don't make too much noise, even if they see you, they'll just think you're a mannequin and won't know you're a real person." Instead of comforting her, Qi Chu's sarcastic remarks made Shi Qi feel even more wronged. But what could she do? To avoid being discovered, she could only stand there obediently like a wooden person. Seeing that Shi Qi had settled in, Qi Chu nodded with satisfaction and said, "The next period of time might not be so difficult to endure. To prevent you from being discovered, I'll mercifully help you." He took a deep throat gag from the box Shi Qi was holding and gestured for her to open her mouth. Seeing this terrifying object, Shi Qi instinctively wanted to shake her head, but then she remembered that doing so might lead to her discovery, so she immediately stopped shaking her head and instead tightly closed her lips. There were countless gagging devices, but Shi Qi feared this kind of deep throat gag the most. And this gag was not short; if it were fully inserted into her mouth, it would almost reach the back of her throat. The foreign body sensation and the gag reflex alone made her shudder. Why was she helping Qi Chu with oral sex so early in the morning? Now, Qi Chu must think she liked that feeling, so he chose such a gag. However, people and props were different. The intimacy with Qi Chu brought her shame that made her tremble with excitement, while props only brought pain. She didn't like this kind of thing at all, unless she was burning with desire and in heat, but she was very clear-headed now. The pedestrians passing by downstairs constantly reminded her that she was at risk of exposure at any moment. In such a situation, how could she have the mood to think about lewd things? "No one is watching now, but if you keep delaying, I won't be responsible if you're seen later." Looking at Qi Chu's mischievous smile, Shi Qi was furious, but if she really confronted Qi Chu and made more noise, she would be the one at a disadvantage if they were discovered. Helplessly, Shi Qi could only open her mouth while shedding tears, which made her feel extremely humiliated, but she could only pray that Qi Chu would act faster. "Ah..." Shi Qi opened her mouth slightly, her red lips trembling gently, waiting for the gag to be inserted. Qi Chu was not hesitant. After quickly glancing down to make sure no one was paying attention, he immediately pushed the gag into Shi Qi's cherry-like mouth. Shi Qi's mouth was suddenly stretched into an O-shape, filled with the gag. Her soft tongue could only lie helplessly in her lower jaw, letting the gag rod press against it. The friction caused by the rapid insertion made Shi Qi groan involuntarily, but the sound quickly turned into endless dry heaving. Shi Qi was choked, tears and snot streaming down her face, her whole body trembling, but all she got was a cold remark from Qi Chu. "Don't make a sound."

The props had served their purpose. Then, Shi Qi's gaze fell upon the toys laid out on the dress, her eyes igniting with a fiery intensity. Her mouth, stretched open for so long by the ball gag, still struggled to close completely, occasionally letting out a trickle of saliva. The muscles in her jaw ached, but Shi Qi had no intention of letting them relax. As soon as she removed the solid ball gag, she immediately reached for the most prominent item on the dress: the horse tack gag. Shi Qi's hands trembled with excitement. Compared to a regular ball gag, the horse tack gag, with its numerous straps, offered more than just the simple function of blocking the mouth. The crisscrossing leather straps could firmly restrain her cheeks, eyes, and chin, providing a sense of confinement several times greater than a standard ball gag. With such a gag in place, not only would spitting it out be impossible, but even moving the muscles of her face would be a luxury. The despair it induced was amplified tenfold. The large leather faceplate of the gag would cover the entire lower half of her face, and combined with the crisscrossing straps, it could easily disfigure one's features. Her once beautiful face would be broken into pieces, leading to an overwhelming sense of shame. This was a ringed horse tack gag. The large metal ring on the main leather piece served as a constant reminder, even when covered, of the hole behind it. Once worn, it allowed others to freely toy with the inside of her mouth while she remained utterly defenseless. The mere thought was profoundly humiliating. Shi Qi was eager to put it on, but before that, she meticulously tidied her hair. Otherwise, her long, straight hair would likely become a tangled mess from the crisscrossing straps. The contrast between neat hair and a disfigured face often amplified the shame. After arranging her hair, Shi Qi began to put on the horse tack gag. The first step was to firmly bite down on the mouth ring. This process was not simple. A regular gag only needed to be large enough to stretch the mouth open. A ring gag, however, had to ensure that something could pass through the ring. Therefore, its overall diameter was larger than that of a standard gag. Shi Qi had already opened her mouth as wide as possible, but she still couldn't fit the short, hollow tube inside. However, this wasn't her first time wearing this gag; she was experienced. She placed the lower part of the mouth ring against her lower teeth, held it firmly with one hand, pulling her entire jaw down. With her other hand, she pressed down on the front of the ring. As her jaw was pushed down by her lower teeth, the upper part of the ring finally neared her upper teeth. Shi Qi seized the moment and pushed hard, seating the ring between her upper and lower teeth. The metal ring was incredibly hard. No matter how hard Shi Qi clenched her jaw, it wouldn't deform in the slightest. Its immense size stretched her jaw muscles to their limit, causing saliva production to accelerate dramatically. Soon, Shi Qi was drooling, her jaw aching. Coupled with her teeth being clamped against the hard metal, the entire lower half of her face felt incredibly uncomfortable. But the more uncomfortable it became, the more aroused Shi Qi felt. This was precisely why, despite knowing that a horse tack gag offered far greater restraint than a regular gag, she had chosen it without hesitation. Of course, fearing she might not endure the pain and regret it, Shi Qi quickly fastened the head straps on either side of the gag to prevent her from spitting it out. Then, she wrapped the straps around her chin and tied them securely. Her lips, already forced apart by the oversized ring, could now separate even less. As for the strap that went over the top of her head, Shi Qi simply looped it around the back of her head and connected it to the buckles on the sides of the gag. She didn't fasten it tightly because she still had to put on the blindfold. This was the troublesome part of self-bondage; many things couldn't be done all at once. If she chose to put on the blindfold first, the subsequent self-bondage would have to be done entirely in darkness, which would be very difficult. Alternatively, she could choose not to wear the gag first, but that would diminish the thrill of the subsequent self-bondage. If only someone could help her. Then she wouldn't have to think about anything, wouldn't have to manage anything, and could just relax and enjoy... Shi Qi couldn't help but sigh. However, she didn't dwell on this problem for too long, as similar situations had occurred frequently in her past games. After fastening the gag straps, Shi Qi began to select accessories for the gag's cover. In reality, just using the gag cover would provide excellent mouth-blocking. After all, she was now biting down on a metal ring at least four centimeters in diameter, making her mouth no match for it. Naturally, she couldn't speak, only emitting simple sounds like "ah" and "oh." With the cover on, it would further prevent her from making any noise. But in that case, her mouth would feel empty, as if something was missing.

The discomfort from the foreign object's intrusion made Shiqi writhe her hips, but instead of dislodging it, her movements only caused it to churn inside her, bringing waves of itching. Her breathing grew ragged, and Shiqi pleaded with difficulty, "Take it out, I can't stand it... Ahh!" Before she could finish, Jisha flipped the switch. The machine's fierce thrusts were nothing compared to the gentle churning from her earlier hip movements. Almost instantly, the intense stimulation sent Shiqi's mind blank, and she could only gasp. She was drenched in sweat, her body trembling uncontrollably, still writhing. However, her hands were bound behind her back with restraints, and she was forced into a kneeling, prone position within a small cage. There was no room to move, and thus no escape from the pleasure machine's assault. In no time, she was soaked in sweat and panting, appearing on the verge of collapse, yet also on the cusp of unprecedented ecstasy. Seeing Shiqi struggling as if mad, Jisha finally turned off the switch with a satisfied sigh. She walked to the front of the cage and crouched before Shiqi. Shiqi lifted her head with effort, her sweat-slicked face flushed with an unusual crimson. Her damp hair clung to her face, making her look utterly disheveled. "Stop it, I'm so uncomfortable, so tired, I'm going to die." Shiqi begged desperately, but Jisha merely scoffed and said sinisterly, "You can't take this? Do you know how long he used this on me when I was spread-eagle? You can't even last a minute and you want to know how you'll compensate me." "I..." Shiqi was speechless and couldn't help but cry, "I'm sorry." She apologized incessantly, unsure if it was out of guilt or sheer discomfort. Jisha ignored her and fetched two nipple clamps. Upon seeing the clamps, Shiqi immediately stopped crying and shook her head frantically. Her nipples were among the most tender and sensitive parts of her body. Even a slight touch usually elicited a moan of pleasure. The thought of these dreadful things clamping down sent a shiver down her spine. In their previous games, Shiqi had never tried this. She was afraid of the pain. "No, no." As the clamps drew nearer, Shiqi cried out in fear. She struggled desperately but couldn't even dodge. The cage was made of interconnected grids, and her poor breasts were currently caught between two of them. Unless she lifted her upper body, she couldn't move her breasts at all. But with her hands bound behind her and her legs folded in a kneeling, prone position, lifting her upper body required only the strength of her waist, which was incredibly strenuous and difficult to maintain balance. She tried several times before managing to lift her upper body slightly, freeing her breasts from the grid and offering some relief. Just as she was about to push herself further, Jisha's hand shot out and grabbed one of her small, cute breasts. "Mmmph..." Shiqi cried out, the strength she had painstakingly gathered instantly dissipating, and her body went limp.

My head hurts... The calling voice, after all, had some effect. As soon as Shiqi woke up, she felt a splitting headache. She tried to shake her head with all her might, but only felt a dizzying sense of powerlessness. When she tried to rub her head, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. "Ahhh..." The scream that escaped her lips sounded strange. Shiqi's mind cleared a bit, realizing something was stuffed in her mouth again. This time it seemed to be a gag, and her saliva had already overflowed, leaving her chin and the corners of her mouth wet during her unconsciousness. Her hands were bound behind her back, elbows together. Judging by the feeling, it was likely a single-handcuff. This type of restraint was extremely constricting, but because the pressure was distributed across her skin, it was relatively friendly to the restrained person. But why did it hurt so much? She tried to move her arms and then realized her hands were bound and suspended behind her. The suspension was at its limit, forcing her to bend over, completely immobile. To straighten up even slightly meant enduring the agony of her arms being pulled higher. Her legs were relatively free, with no sense of restraint. The stilettos that had tormented her all day were still on her feet, continuing to torture her battered soles. However, Shiqi felt a sliver of relief at this moment; the high heels at least made the agony of her suspended arms slightly more bearable. "Shiqi... mmm..." As if sensing her movement, that seductive voice called out again. This time, Shiqi heard the weakness in it. It was Jisha. "Ahhh (Jisha)!" As soon as she lifted her head, Shiqi saw the figure in front of her, constantly emitting weak moans and not forgetting to call her name. Jisha was bound in a spread-eagle position on a small platform, her proud breasts flattened like pancakes. Her arms were bound together at the elbows with rope. The rope dug deeply into her flesh, simultaneously pulling her arms together until her elbows touched. Her arms formed a Y-shape, looking extremely painful. The purplish skin clearly indicated that this elbow-bound restraint had been in place for a long time. Her legs were bound separately, with both thighs and calves folded and tied. The rope also dug into her flesh, turning her once firm and rounded thighs into segmented shapes, a sickly purple like her arms. Her ankles were tied together, with a loop left in the rope. A rope extended from her wrists, passed through the loop binding her ankles, and then doubled back to be tied to her hair, which was braided into a rope. The length of the rope was clearly designed to force Jisha's head back at a ninety-degree angle. At the same time, her legs were lifted off the platform. If she wanted to relax her neck even slightly, it would pull on her wrists, causing immense pain to her Y-shaped arms. Conversely, if she wanted to relieve some pressure on her arms, she had to maintain the extreme head tilt and forcefully lift her folded legs. This restraint was not only excruciatingly painful but also incredibly exhausting.