Du Hui didn't tell me about those things for three consecutive days. On the fourth night, when I mentioned to him that a friend introduced me to a doctor in this regard, Du Hui laughed: I almost saw all the doctors, and even dozens of psychologists. If it could be cured, would it be necessary to wait for now?
I was a little disappointed after hearing his words. Indeed, with Du Hui's financial resources, how could I not find a good doctor? I should have thought of this. Maybe because I cared too much, I couldn't see things clearly. I actually made such a low-level mistake.
Seeing that I stopped talking, Du Hui said: Embroidery, I want to tell you something...
That's the same thing again? I don't know why, but when I heard him say this, my first reaction was those corruption of sexual matters
Du Hui nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head vigorously: Xiuxiu, I know you don’t want to... just think it’s me begging you!
Husband... I deliberately made these two words very clear, this is not a solution!
Du Hui bit his lower lip: I know, I know I have made you very embarrassed. I am satisfied that you are willing to do so many things for me, but... He stared into my eyes: I beg you to do it again. No matter what the result is, I will never let you sleep with other men again, the last time!
I looked back at Du Hui and felt very uncomfortable. I thought I should love him. Although I don’t know when this relationship started, loving someone should not be like this.
But when the words came out of my mouth, I said: Is it really the last time?
The last time! Du Hui answered me seriously, I promise that I will live a good life with you no matter what this time
OK I nodded. Actually, it's hard for me to convince myself to believe Du Hui's words, just take it as an explanation for myself.
Du Hui took my hand: I have been thinking about this decision for several days, but...
But what? I was stunned for a moment
Du Hui hurriedly said: First, I am afraid that you will not agree, and second, it may make you very hard...
This is a bit strange. I pulled my hand out of Du Hui's hand: What does it mean?
You will know then that Du Hui didn't answer me positively
I frowned, thank you for your hard work?
It is indeed a hard thing to be raped by a man continuously, but why did Du Hui say it out this time?
I didn't continue to ask, anyway, it was the last time, and the worst case would not be more sad than the time I was raped. Let's talk about it then
Two more days later, Du Hui didn't make any noise. A case involving a patent in my hand had already arranged the trial time. On Thursday night that week before the business trip, Du Hui said to me seriously: Is it good tomorrow night? I have almost arranged it.
After the arrangement was made, I asked me what I was doing. I scolded Du Hui in my heart. It would be a knife early and a knife later. It would be a knife.
When I was sitting in the office the next day, I was uneasy and couldn't tell what the reason was, but I felt something was wrong. Maybe it was the so-called last time that I felt that the end of the world was approaching.
Night fell again. When I went to that hotel with Du Hui, I felt like a prisoner who was taken to the execution ground. Although Du Hui repeatedly assured me on the way that this was really the last time, the more he said it, the less I felt.
It was just taking a shower and changing bathrobe, or being sent to the powder room by Du Hui. This was no different from the previous time. When the clown saw me, he even laughed very kindly to me.
But this time he didn't put on heavy makeup on me, but just tidied up my originally wavy hair, making them slightly straighter, and then spread out from the front. I looked from the mirror. The hanging hair almost covered my entire face, leaving only a narrow one. Although it didn't affect my vision, it was basically difficult for others to see what I looked like
After packing up his hair, the clown took out a mouth ball and said to me: Ah I suddenly remembered the doctor's appearance when I was a child when I was checking my teeth. I opened my mouth and asked the clown to put the mouth ball into my mouth. He clowned the straps on both sides on the back of my neck.
This is the first time I was wearing this thing. I originally thought that the mouth ball was not big and should be just a fun thing. Now I just feel so uncomfortable when I put it in my mouth. This is a feeling of being unable to open and close, and the sides of my mouth quickly become sour.
This is what Du Hui said: Thank you? Just when I thought of this, I saw the clown take out a hemp rope.
It turned out that I wanted to do this kind of trick. When I wanted to laugh, I found that I couldn't laugh at all because of the mouth ball. There was one thing I had never told Du Hui. Actually, I have always been very interested in being bound. Wu Tao had tied me up before. I like that feeling, especially the slight pain of the rope being tied to my body.
This quirk has nothing to do with the sex between me and men. I may have liked this tone in nature. I remember when I was a child, I would tie my hands with a rope when there was no one at home, and sometimes I would hang myself on the heating. But later I felt that this behavior was not normal and I gradually gave up this kind of self-abuse hobby, but I always had the need to be tied up in my heart.
As the clown said, he stood up, and he placed my hands side by side behind him, wrapped them tightly with hemp ropes, and seemed to have tied two knots. The rough rope rubbed against his skin. I really wanted him to tie it tighter.
Another rope was placed on my neck, hanging down from both sides of my neck, tied a knot between my two breasts, then separated the sides and repeatedly wrapped around my body and upper arms. The clown walked around four or five times in a row, then gathered the separated hemp ropes back on my chest and tied them up, and then continued to sag to the lower edge of my breasts.
He began to wrap the hemp rope around me again as before, and soon his breasts became protruding because of the tightened rope. Until my body was completely tied, the clown exhaled as if he had completed an important task.
I moved, my arms pressed against my body and couldn't move. I sat on the chair and watched the clown take out a box from a drawer. After opening it, I took out a pair of black stockings and a garter belt from it.
I don't have any special preference for stockings. Although I think it tastes good to wear, garters have always been my favorite. I really can't figure out why other women always wear pantyhose. In my opinion, it's so ugly. I always think that delicate women should choose garters instead of pantyhose.
The clown brought the garter to me on his waist, then let me sit on a chair, hold one of my legs, and gently put a sock on my feet
When I was wearing stockings, his left hand was held on my calves, which felt very comfortable, especially when he pulled up after putting on the socks. I really wanted him to caress him for longer. It has been a long time since a man caressed him so gently, and my heart was itchy.
After the clown put on my socks and finished the clip, he opened the drawer again. This time he took out a pair of thin high heels. When I stepped on my shoes, the clown looked at me and nodded, as if I was a work of art he had worked hard to complete.
He looked at his watch, walked towards the curtain, pulled a rope from the ground, passed through the middle of my legs, and the clown stood behind me, still saying to me in a very comfortable voice: Go out
I looked down at the rope in his hand and found that there was a big knot on it every other section. As soon as I took a step, the clown suddenly pulled the rope upwards behind me.
The hemp rope rubbed against my labia, causing my body to tremble. I quickly raised my heels and let the rope between my legs leave me, but the rope also lifted up with my body. I immediately realized that my actions were meaningless. The rope was in the clown's hand, and he could pull it to any height, and I would never be able to hide.
After figuring this out, just put down my body. The hemp rope shaved on the tender flesh of my vagina again, which made me feel a little painful. I took two steps and soon found that the stimulation just now was nothing, because the first knot had been rubbed on my clitoris.
It was an uncontrollable sense of strong oppression. I stopped and looked back at the clown, hoping that he could lower the rope, but he had no intention at all. He even stretched out his other hand and pushed it on my naked back
My body staggered, and the knot shaved from the labia, and quickly rubbed against the vaginal opening and fell behind me. My lower body immediately became numb. I twisted my body and stood up straight. After a while, I felt that my lower body was relieved a little, but there was still a long rope in front of me to go. The other end of the rope was in front of the curtain. I don't know how long it was.
Using the opening curtain above my head, when I saw the scene in front of me, I suddenly felt a sense of despair
The seats under the table were filled with people, five in the front row and four in the back row, nine in total, each wearing a simple leather mask, but I could still see Du Hui and his terrifying mask at a glance. He was sitting in the middle of the front row, and the other end of the rope was firmly held in his hand at this moment.
Seeing that I came out, he even lifted the rope up again
This is what he said to me. Thank you. If I could walk around at will now, I would definitely leave this occasion. No matter what the last time is, Du Hui was really too much this time, so too much that I could not bear it at all.
But the rope restricted my movements, and the mouth ball made me speechless. This was a situation where I could not resist at the mercy of others. I could not do anything except keep moving forward.
The rope several meters long seems to have no end in my eyes now, so I simply closed my eyes and walked forward quickly. The rope and knots kept stimulating my vagina, and the pain in my lower body became stronger and stronger, but I soon found that I had secreted a lustful night, and the bottom began to become much smoother.
After I took a few steps in anger, my body suddenly loosened. I opened my eyes and found that I was already in the middle of the platform. Du Hui also put down the rope. The rope with my lustful night was being pulled back to his hand by the clown, and turned it aside.
Although my body relaxed a lot, I immediately became nervous again because I had discovered the difference between the stage and the previous time. In addition to the few thick hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, there was also a wooden box on the stage.
It was a thing more than half a person tall. From where I stood, I saw that it was a triangle on the side, with the lower end probably about one meter, but the upper end was only about an inch wide. There was a plastic rod standing in the center. I immediately realized that the thing would soon be inserted into my body.
Is this guy Du Hui going to kill me?
I looked at the men below from the gap in my hair, and my body trembled because of fear. Fortunately, the clown hugged me from behind in time, so I did not fall directly to the ground
I really want to be a fat man, so if the clown doesn't have the possibility of picking me up as easily as he is now
He picked up my legs from behind, leaned my body against him, and walked towards the box with my vagina facing the men below the stage.
As I was getting closer and closer to the box, I suddenly burst into tears, but except for the tears that had fallen from my face and the low whimpering sounds coming from my mouth, I couldn't make any other sounds.
At this moment, I suddenly began to hate Du Hui
I was a little disappointed after hearing his words. Indeed, with Du Hui's financial resources, how could I not find a good doctor? I should have thought of this. Maybe because I cared too much, I couldn't see things clearly. I actually made such a low-level mistake.
Seeing that I stopped talking, Du Hui said: Embroidery, I want to tell you something...
That's the same thing again? I don't know why, but when I heard him say this, my first reaction was those corruption of sexual matters
Du Hui nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head vigorously: Xiuxiu, I know you don’t want to... just think it’s me begging you!
Husband... I deliberately made these two words very clear, this is not a solution!
Du Hui bit his lower lip: I know, I know I have made you very embarrassed. I am satisfied that you are willing to do so many things for me, but... He stared into my eyes: I beg you to do it again. No matter what the result is, I will never let you sleep with other men again, the last time!
I looked back at Du Hui and felt very uncomfortable. I thought I should love him. Although I don’t know when this relationship started, loving someone should not be like this.
But when the words came out of my mouth, I said: Is it really the last time?
The last time! Du Hui answered me seriously, I promise that I will live a good life with you no matter what this time
OK I nodded. Actually, it's hard for me to convince myself to believe Du Hui's words, just take it as an explanation for myself.
Du Hui took my hand: I have been thinking about this decision for several days, but...
But what? I was stunned for a moment
Du Hui hurriedly said: First, I am afraid that you will not agree, and second, it may make you very hard...
This is a bit strange. I pulled my hand out of Du Hui's hand: What does it mean?
You will know then that Du Hui didn't answer me positively
I frowned, thank you for your hard work?
It is indeed a hard thing to be raped by a man continuously, but why did Du Hui say it out this time?
I didn't continue to ask, anyway, it was the last time, and the worst case would not be more sad than the time I was raped. Let's talk about it then
Two more days later, Du Hui didn't make any noise. A case involving a patent in my hand had already arranged the trial time. On Thursday night that week before the business trip, Du Hui said to me seriously: Is it good tomorrow night? I have almost arranged it.
After the arrangement was made, I asked me what I was doing. I scolded Du Hui in my heart. It would be a knife early and a knife later. It would be a knife.
When I was sitting in the office the next day, I was uneasy and couldn't tell what the reason was, but I felt something was wrong. Maybe it was the so-called last time that I felt that the end of the world was approaching.
Night fell again. When I went to that hotel with Du Hui, I felt like a prisoner who was taken to the execution ground. Although Du Hui repeatedly assured me on the way that this was really the last time, the more he said it, the less I felt.
It was just taking a shower and changing bathrobe, or being sent to the powder room by Du Hui. This was no different from the previous time. When the clown saw me, he even laughed very kindly to me.
But this time he didn't put on heavy makeup on me, but just tidied up my originally wavy hair, making them slightly straighter, and then spread out from the front. I looked from the mirror. The hanging hair almost covered my entire face, leaving only a narrow one. Although it didn't affect my vision, it was basically difficult for others to see what I looked like
After packing up his hair, the clown took out a mouth ball and said to me: Ah I suddenly remembered the doctor's appearance when I was a child when I was checking my teeth. I opened my mouth and asked the clown to put the mouth ball into my mouth. He clowned the straps on both sides on the back of my neck.
This is the first time I was wearing this thing. I originally thought that the mouth ball was not big and should be just a fun thing. Now I just feel so uncomfortable when I put it in my mouth. This is a feeling of being unable to open and close, and the sides of my mouth quickly become sour.
This is what Du Hui said: Thank you? Just when I thought of this, I saw the clown take out a hemp rope.
It turned out that I wanted to do this kind of trick. When I wanted to laugh, I found that I couldn't laugh at all because of the mouth ball. There was one thing I had never told Du Hui. Actually, I have always been very interested in being bound. Wu Tao had tied me up before. I like that feeling, especially the slight pain of the rope being tied to my body.
This quirk has nothing to do with the sex between me and men. I may have liked this tone in nature. I remember when I was a child, I would tie my hands with a rope when there was no one at home, and sometimes I would hang myself on the heating. But later I felt that this behavior was not normal and I gradually gave up this kind of self-abuse hobby, but I always had the need to be tied up in my heart.
As the clown said, he stood up, and he placed my hands side by side behind him, wrapped them tightly with hemp ropes, and seemed to have tied two knots. The rough rope rubbed against his skin. I really wanted him to tie it tighter.
Another rope was placed on my neck, hanging down from both sides of my neck, tied a knot between my two breasts, then separated the sides and repeatedly wrapped around my body and upper arms. The clown walked around four or five times in a row, then gathered the separated hemp ropes back on my chest and tied them up, and then continued to sag to the lower edge of my breasts.
He began to wrap the hemp rope around me again as before, and soon his breasts became protruding because of the tightened rope. Until my body was completely tied, the clown exhaled as if he had completed an important task.
I moved, my arms pressed against my body and couldn't move. I sat on the chair and watched the clown take out a box from a drawer. After opening it, I took out a pair of black stockings and a garter belt from it.
I don't have any special preference for stockings. Although I think it tastes good to wear, garters have always been my favorite. I really can't figure out why other women always wear pantyhose. In my opinion, it's so ugly. I always think that delicate women should choose garters instead of pantyhose.
The clown brought the garter to me on his waist, then let me sit on a chair, hold one of my legs, and gently put a sock on my feet
When I was wearing stockings, his left hand was held on my calves, which felt very comfortable, especially when he pulled up after putting on the socks. I really wanted him to caress him for longer. It has been a long time since a man caressed him so gently, and my heart was itchy.
After the clown put on my socks and finished the clip, he opened the drawer again. This time he took out a pair of thin high heels. When I stepped on my shoes, the clown looked at me and nodded, as if I was a work of art he had worked hard to complete.
He looked at his watch, walked towards the curtain, pulled a rope from the ground, passed through the middle of my legs, and the clown stood behind me, still saying to me in a very comfortable voice: Go out
I looked down at the rope in his hand and found that there was a big knot on it every other section. As soon as I took a step, the clown suddenly pulled the rope upwards behind me.
The hemp rope rubbed against my labia, causing my body to tremble. I quickly raised my heels and let the rope between my legs leave me, but the rope also lifted up with my body. I immediately realized that my actions were meaningless. The rope was in the clown's hand, and he could pull it to any height, and I would never be able to hide.
After figuring this out, just put down my body. The hemp rope shaved on the tender flesh of my vagina again, which made me feel a little painful. I took two steps and soon found that the stimulation just now was nothing, because the first knot had been rubbed on my clitoris.
It was an uncontrollable sense of strong oppression. I stopped and looked back at the clown, hoping that he could lower the rope, but he had no intention at all. He even stretched out his other hand and pushed it on my naked back
My body staggered, and the knot shaved from the labia, and quickly rubbed against the vaginal opening and fell behind me. My lower body immediately became numb. I twisted my body and stood up straight. After a while, I felt that my lower body was relieved a little, but there was still a long rope in front of me to go. The other end of the rope was in front of the curtain. I don't know how long it was.
Using the opening curtain above my head, when I saw the scene in front of me, I suddenly felt a sense of despair
The seats under the table were filled with people, five in the front row and four in the back row, nine in total, each wearing a simple leather mask, but I could still see Du Hui and his terrifying mask at a glance. He was sitting in the middle of the front row, and the other end of the rope was firmly held in his hand at this moment.
Seeing that I came out, he even lifted the rope up again
This is what he said to me. Thank you. If I could walk around at will now, I would definitely leave this occasion. No matter what the last time is, Du Hui was really too much this time, so too much that I could not bear it at all.
But the rope restricted my movements, and the mouth ball made me speechless. This was a situation where I could not resist at the mercy of others. I could not do anything except keep moving forward.
The rope several meters long seems to have no end in my eyes now, so I simply closed my eyes and walked forward quickly. The rope and knots kept stimulating my vagina, and the pain in my lower body became stronger and stronger, but I soon found that I had secreted a lustful night, and the bottom began to become much smoother.
After I took a few steps in anger, my body suddenly loosened. I opened my eyes and found that I was already in the middle of the platform. Du Hui also put down the rope. The rope with my lustful night was being pulled back to his hand by the clown, and turned it aside.
Although my body relaxed a lot, I immediately became nervous again because I had discovered the difference between the stage and the previous time. In addition to the few thick hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, there was also a wooden box on the stage.
It was a thing more than half a person tall. From where I stood, I saw that it was a triangle on the side, with the lower end probably about one meter, but the upper end was only about an inch wide. There was a plastic rod standing in the center. I immediately realized that the thing would soon be inserted into my body.
Is this guy Du Hui going to kill me?
I looked at the men below from the gap in my hair, and my body trembled because of fear. Fortunately, the clown hugged me from behind in time, so I did not fall directly to the ground
I really want to be a fat man, so if the clown doesn't have the possibility of picking me up as easily as he is now
He picked up my legs from behind, leaned my body against him, and walked towards the box with my vagina facing the men below the stage.
As I was getting closer and closer to the box, I suddenly burst into tears, but except for the tears that had fallen from my face and the low whimpering sounds coming from my mouth, I couldn't make any other sounds.
At this moment, I suddenly began to hate Du Hui
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