“In the novel, the “addicted girl” is a young woman in her early twenties living in DJ’s neighborhood. From her sex education in middle school, she developed a dependence on sex, constantly thinking about self-defense. Even while eating, taking a walk, or going to work, she uses her hand or some kind of toy to maintain a state of orgasm. She even gets soaked while using her phone, her stockings completely saturated. Even while strolling in the park, she would secretly carry a vibrator for self-defense, no matter how cautious she was, just to satisfy her momentary pleasure and ecstasy. *Ding!* Your appointment with rope therapist number 49 has been accepted. Meanwhile, the woman continued to stroke her groin. *Thump thump thump… thump thump thump…* The woman dropped her self-defense device and eagerly ran to the door to greet her appointed rope therapist. Before the therapist bound her, she had already put on a dog collar (here, an electric shock collar) and a vibrator (here, a Bobo vibrator). The therapist carefully bound her legs tightly together, the ropes covering every inch of her legs, and her body was also tightly bound. The service was just binding. What happened later was entirely the woman’s fault for using the toys she had put on herself. The woman was tightly bound and placed in the stairwell, instructed to use the toys to “train” her. This was the therapist’s first time providing this service, but for this kind of service, there was probably only the first time and countless times. The rope master turned on the vibrating toy (Bobobo directly activated the out-of-control mode) and sucked on it. The sudden pleasure from the electric shock quickly put the woman into the mood. Her panting, twisting, and twitching movements made the rope master forget that he was just a service worker. He gradually took the initiative and took out the remote control of the electric shock collar to discharge electricity wildly. The woman screamed, struggled, and begged for mercy from the electric shocks. Her mouth, which was gagged, could only make howling sounds. Saliva flowed uncontrollably down her face. At this moment, what soaked through her stockings was not only love fluid but also saliva. The rope master helped the addict up. Bound upright, the addict was constantly convulsing and struggling, crying and wailing. The rope master had completely forgotten his identity and was immersed in this “job” without any intention of stopping. Time passed by, and the rope master did not consider the consequences at all. All he could think about was how to play with the addict. The addict was carried to the bed and bound in a four-horse bondage. The electric shocks and the out-of-control mode of Popobe never stopped. Through the gag, you could vaguely hear the addict saying, “Please, let me go, please, let me go…” until she was exhausted. When she woke up again, the woman’s legs were forcibly spread apart and fixed to the two corners of the sofa. A penis was inserted into her genitals; this type of toy would give her an instant orgasm. She couldn’t take it anymore; repeated orgasms made her struggle and beg for mercy, her body convulsing uncontrollably. A sound of running water came; even the penis couldn’t stop her from urinating. After the orgasm came uncontrollable incontinence, the last vestige of her shame. After the rope master left, the woman slowly woke up, using the sofa, ladder, and wall as support, and climbed heavily back to bed. She struggled to pick up her phone and replied to the text message, “Wait for the complaints.” She crawled under the covers, trembling. At that moment, she had no idea what kind of disaster this text message would bring her.”
FXX111.mp4
Size 1920×1080
Length 50:01
Video codec H264, 5004 Kbps
Audio codec AAC, 216 Kbps
Container MP4
Filesize 1.8 GB
Download: