Unfortunately, I had a lot of duties last few days, so I was really happy that I realized another self bondage session yesterday. In addition, I have been wearing panties again and sitting as I want. In the morning, I went to the grocery and I had only on thing in my mind – how to enjoy the rest of the day as much as possible.All the way in the public transport, I wondered what I was going to do with myself. The more accurately I imagined my torture, the more I got wet between my legs. I almost run from the bus home, I couldn’t wait to be tied up and helpless again. When I closed the door at home, I immediately undressed myself and I continued only in panties, which I later supplemented with sexy black self-holding stockings. I put on black boots with the longest heels I’ve ever bought. I locked them with the padlock. I prepared everything I needed and finally locked all the doors from the hallway except the door to the room which leads to the terrace. I had taken everything I could dress into from this room before. I put on an old T-shirt and carried all the keys (including those from my boots) to the farthest part of the terrace. Then I tore the T-shirt.Then, the real preparations started. I put the key from the handcuffs on the floor of the room by the terrace and a little over the door handle I put another key. Then I locked the door as well and hung the keys from it on the other side of the hallway. I took a long rope, made knots of different sizes on it at different distances and stretched it between two door handles through all the hallway. Then I prepared clothespins – I pulled the ropes through all pins and attached the end to the door on the opposite side. I also prepared my liberation using my laptop and the CD Tray Opener, which I set for 2 hours.Only torturous steps remained. The first was that I took off my very wet panties and put them in my mouth which I taped. I felt immediately the familiar feeling of humiliation from tasting my own juices. To deepen it, I started to attach the clothespins with rope around my breasts until it formed a letter U around my chest. I put another on my nipples and also to my belly. I carefully crossed the rope in the hallway with one leg and it immediately cut into my crotch. I stepped on the books I had prepared to get my pussy higher but it wasn’t mean to take a long break. I tied another rope around my waist and led it from the front between my legs behind my back and I connected it to the rope on the top of the door behind me. I made it so short that I had to bend forward if I wanted it not to cut so much into my pussy and at the same time not to be pulled by clothespins. I also attached clamps to my pussy lips (two on each side) and connected them with a chains under the knotted rope and locked it. Finally, I quickly locked my hands in the handcuffs.I had almost 2 hours of the following torture prepared for myself. I stood on my toes in uncomfortable shoes, trying to keep them on the books below. I had two ropes between my legs, one that would cut into me for the next two hours was connected to the upper side of the door behind me with the lock. The plan was following: The key of this lock was the one my laptop will drop. Then I will untie it and I will have to go for the key from the door at which I stand to the other end of the hall and return with it. Then I will unlock the door to the room with the terrace and when I open it, on the other side of the door there will be a key that I mentioned above the door handle. This key will unlock the chain to clamps on my pussy and I will be able to escape the rope between my legs. Then I will have to go into the room so all the clothespins will be pulled down. Then I will find the keys of my handcuffs and I will be free. But I will have to stay naked and in my shoes until the night when I will be finally able to walk to the terrace (it is visible from the other apartments) for the keys to other rooms and my shoes.But back to the start, soon as I locked my hands, I felt the excitement of the pain I am causing myself, which I just can’t avoid. I enjoyed the pain, I was straightening and bending my legs on purpose so that the clothespins pulled even more and the rope cut deeply into me. It was probably due to lack of orgasms in the last few days but as I alternately cut more and less the rope between my pussy lips, I began to feel the orgasm coming. I didn’t stop but I still couldn’t get over the edge for a long time. I don’t know how long I’ve been abusing myself like this, but when I finally reached the orgasm, I felt like my pussy is completely destroyed by the rope. The clothespins started to hurt significantly more from the constant pulling and so did the pussy lips.As I stood there, I realized that my chances of a second orgasm were almost nil. I fell into the torture phase again. Everything hurt, plus the panties in my mouth! I love and at the same time hate this kind of gag. When I wasn’t wearing panties, they missed me in my mouth but now it was terribly humiliating and disgusting. But I couldn’t do anything. Rather, I should try to stand on my feet because they started to hurt and I had to lift one and then another and also stretch my legs. These boots were definitely not comfortable. Once, I even let go of my legs, but the sharp pain in my crotch remained me that I should stretch them again quickly. My back also hurt. I was bend forward to relieve the clothespins and the rope in my pussy, but I couldn’t last it all the time. But as soon as I straightened up a bit, my breasts began to ache as the strings between the clothespins and the door stretched to the maximum, and as I tried to balance it a little with a gentle move forward, my sore pussy started to hurt a lot – ingenious torture!I finally heard the sound of my CD drive opening and the key fell. I tried as quickly as possible to unlock the lock on the rope that led between my legs and after a moment and a lot of pain I succeeded. I stood a moment, enjoying that nothing was rubbing against my pussy. But after a while I went forward for the second key. I got my feet off the books and the rope between the doors immediately cut into where the other one was a moment ago. Going forward was much more painful for my pussy, because the lock on the chains was bouncing and more importantly, it is something completely different if the rope is just pushing into my pussy or if I am pulling it between my pussy lips, in addition with the knots on the rope. I tried to walk on my toes even in such high heels, but I still felt a lot of pain. In addition, my calves, although I try to play sports, are definitely not ready for such torture. Each knot on the road hurt unspeakably, and as it opened my pussy even more, the clamps hurt as well.With my pussy completely tortured I finally reached the other side of the rope and grabbed the key to the door I had been standing in front of. But I could barely imagine getting back to them. Fortunately, as I moved backward, the knots came from behind and they pushed in different places. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a hell. I was happy when I felt the door handle behind me. As the rope cut into me and some of the clothespins fell off in great pain, I was able to unlock and open the door to the room with terrace. Suddenly the rope didn’t cut into my pussy. I was to find a key to the lock on the clamps on my pussy lips. But I made a mistake during preparation! I couldn’t reach the key with my hands tied behind my back. I was trying really hard, but the result was only a huge pain in my pussy lips as the clamps pulled them. I realized that I would have to pull off the clamps. I decided to squat, put the heel in the eye of the lock and took a deep breath. I stood up as quickly as possible. I knew it was going to be painful, but I had no idea how. Tears welled in my eyes and I thought it might have torn off part of my skin – it was that painful! Fortunately, it was just my feeling, but if I could, I would curl up un the floor and just rub my sore pussy.But I had another task ahead of me. The key of handcuffs lay in the middle of the next room and I had to get it. But that meant standing up and walking back slowly, pulling all the clothespins tied up on the other side of the hall. I had respect before, but after my recent experience it turned into a huge fear. Gradually, I tightened all the strings and had to persuade myself to do another mini step. After each torn-off clothespin, I immediately froze, trying to calm my quick breath. I was less then a quarter down and I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore. The physical pain was great, of course, but even worse the fact of how many more times I would have to repeat it. In the end, I decided to do one long step and pull them all down. When I finally stepped back, I just screamed into the gag. At the same time, it really excited me. I like it when my own decision cause me such pain. The fact that I know I can’t avoid it, but I have to decide to do so is an interesting form of psychological torture.Finally, I calmed my breath, unlocked the handcuffs and took my panties out of my mouth. I fell on the floor and began to touch all the sore spots. My pussy was sore, bruised, a little torn, but nothing beyond the exciting game. Even though I was in such state, it was not problem for me to reach the orgasm – but I stopped and I denied myself this orgasm. It was really hard. Such pain and only one orgasm by rubbing a rope. It was even harder because of the waiting until the night. I just lay on the floor and waited for the sunset. I have to admit that I was a little bored, but also extremely horny. When it was finally completely dark, I went out quickly for the keys, and although the chances of anyone seeing me were almost nil, I was quite scared, but I was also excited to do this. Finally, I freed my legs from the shoes, took of my stockings and went to take a bath.P.S. Wait for another post in which I will describe you how I wrote this post. It was humiliating and exciting again.For now, have a nice day,Lucka female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n