Watching Shibari Films Late at Night, My Realistic Shibari Doll Actually Spoke to Scold Me

Title Inside was thick white foam padding, cut into irregular shapes, holding something in place with a snug fit. Xu Mu first removed the top few pieces, and some foam debris fell onto the floor, tiny particles sticking to his fingertips. Further down was a layer of black blackout cloth, completely covering whatever was inside. The edges of the cloth were carefully tucked into the foam crevices, as if to prevent any light from escaping during transport. He pinched the corner of the cloth and slowly lifted it. Then his entire body froze. Kneeling in the box was a "person." No, it should be said, it was an almost lifelike doll, bound tightly with ropes. She was in a kneeling position, knees together on the floor, calves pressed against the foam at the bottom of the box. Her upper body was slightly tilted forward, her weight entirely on her calves and knees. Black hemp ropes started from the back of her neck, winding down in layers, binding her entire body into a shape that was both repressed and erotic. The ropes were a deep color, almost pure black, with the characteristic rough texture of hemp rope on the surface, creating a stark contrast with her delicate skin. Xu Mu's breathing became erratic the moment he saw her. The first thing he noticed was her neck. The rope was wrapped twice around her slender neck, neither too tight nor too loose, just enough to reveal shallow marks where the skin was gently constricted. The skin below the rope loops was slightly red from the pressure, but not broken. The rope ends extended backward, crossed at the back of her neck, and then split into two strands, wrapping around the front of her chest from above her collarbones on both sides. The lines of her collarbones were accentuated by the ropes, with small shadows accumulating in the hollows. The chest binding was the most striking part of her entire body. The two strands of rope crossed below her collarbones, then separated downwards, tightly encircling the base of her breasts on both sides. Her breasts were lifted upwards and squeezed inwards, their naturally soft, drooping shape forcibly altered by the ropes, becoming high and full. The cleavage became deeper due to the compression, and the ropes sank into the edges of her flesh, leaving clear ligature marks. Her nipples, due to the continuous pressure, were completely erect, pale pink, trembling slightly in the gaps of the ropes, as if they would become even more sensitive with the slightest touch. The ropes did not directly constrict the nipples but tightened at the lower edge of her breasts, creating The girl's sobs continued. She was bound in a spread-eagle position by additional ropes, her hands raised above her head and tied to the metal rails on either side of the headboard. Her legs were spread wide apart, her ankles tethered to the footboard with hemp rope. None of the restraints from the box had been removed – the chest hoist, the diamond knot around her waist, the rear-facing bondage, the forced spread of her legs – all remained intact, only to be layered with new ropes, digging deeper and rendering her even more immobile. With every sob, her chest heaved violently. Her breasts, lifted high, swayed gently, their nipples trembling in the air, their color deepened from before. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking a small patch of the pillow. A few drops even slid into the hollow of her collarbone, only to be caught by the rope noose around her neck, accumulating into a tiny sheen of moisture. Xu Mu stood by the bed, watching her, his mind a chaotic mess. He hadn't considered calling the police directly. But if the police came, how would he explain? A girl tied up tightly with ropes in his house, and one he'd taken from a mysterious box? The website was gone, the order records yielded no seller information, and the box didn't even have a shipping label. He was already covered in suspicion. Not to mention what she'd said about "Jiang City" – a place that didn't exist. He raised a hand to rub his temples, feeling a dull ache in his temples. In the end, he decided to go back and check the box again. Perhaps there was something he'd missed inside. The cardboard box was still open, white foam fragments scattered across the floor, some already trodden into the gaps of the floorboards. Xu Mu squatted down, pulling out the remaining packing material piece by piece. When his hand reached the very bottom, his fingertips suddenly brushed against a thin, slightly stiff piece of paper. His movements paused. He slowly drew the paper out. It was a plain white card, about the size of a business card. The front was printed with a few lines of text in black, the font so neat it was almost cold, with no signature and no extra embellishments: Esteemed Customer: This is a maiden from a parallel world. There will be no problems. Enjoy her thoroughly! If you don't like her, you can kill her too. We will recycle her. Xu Mu's fingers tightened instantly. The edges of the card creased slightly under his grip. He reread the words, letter by letter, his pupils widening slightly, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. Parallel world. Maiden. No problems. Enjoy thoroughly. If you don't like her, you can kill her. We will recycle her. Tangbao's whimpers echoed in the room. She knelt at the edge of the bed, her hands bound behind her back with purple ropes. Her JK uniform shirt was soaked with saliva, clinging to her skin, faintly revealing the outline of her nipples. White thigh-high socks encased her trembling thighs, the lace at the cuffs rippling with her spasms. The vibrator inside her continued to hum on the second setting, a subtle buzz emanating from between her legs. I walked up to her, looking down at her from above. She tilted her head back, her tear-filled eyes pleading with me. The gag stretched her mouth open, the pink ball wedged between her lips, preventing her from closing her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin, pooling in a small hollow on her collarbone before sliding into the neckline of her shirt. "Hurting?" I asked, my voice calm. Tangbao nodded vigorously, emitting rapid whimpers from her nose. Her cheeks ached from the pressure of the gag, and her mouth produced an excess of saliva, with nowhere to swallow it. She could only let it flow out, wetting the front of her shirt. "Want me to take it out?" A more intense nod. A flicker of hope flashed in her eyes, like a drowning person seeing driftwood. I reached out and unfastened the buckle at the back of her head. The leather strap loosened, and I gripped the edge of the gag, slowly pulling it out. The pink ball gradually retreated from her mouth, trailing a glistening thread that connected her lips to the ball, shimmering lewdly in the light. The moment the gag was completely removed, Tangbao coughed violently. Her jaw, stretched open for so long, ached and refused to close. She gasped for air, her lips trembling, her tongue stiffly licking away the residual saliva from the corners of her mouth. "Th-thank you..." she rasped, her voice slurred from the numbness in her mouth. "Don't thank me yet," I said, my fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "The gag is out because there's something more important to put in your mouth." Tangbao froze, the hope in her eyes instantly replaced by terror. Her gaze followed mine down to my unzipped waist, and her face turned deathly pale. "No... don't..." she stammered, trying to shrink back, but I held her shoulders. "I... I won't... I've never done this..." "It's okay," I said, my voice low. "I'll teach you." With one hand on the back of her head and the other cupping my own desire, I slowly rose before her. Tangbao's eyes widened. She watched the heat inches from her face, her body trembling violently, tears welling up in her eyes again. "Open your mouth," I commanded. "Please..." she choked out, "Don't do this... I... I really don't know how..." "I'll say it again," my fingers tightened, digging into her hair. "Open your mouth." Tangbao bit her lip, shaking her head, tears falling like a broken string of pearls. Her resistance made me impatient. I freed one hand, took the remote from the bedside table, and pressed the third setting. The vibrator's hum instantly intensified. Tangbao's body arched sharply, and she let out a piercing scream: "Ah—!" "If you don't listen, I'll keep turning it up," I said, my finger hovering over the fourth-gear button. "Fourth gear, fifth gear... until you learn to be obedient. Now, open your mouth and take it." Tangbao looked at me, her eyes filled with despair. She knew I wasn't joking. The vibrations inside her grew stronger, the tingling pleasure spreading from her legs to her entire body, her sanity slowly crumbling. Finally, she trembled and slowly opened her mouth. The girl collapsed onto the bed, her body limp as if her bones had been removed, sinking into the sheets. Her JK uniform shirt was already in tatters, the collar gaping open, revealing faint red marks on her chest from where the ropes had tightened. Her white thigh-high socks were still perfectly in place, the lace at the cuffs soaked through, clinging to the inside of her thighs, glistening faintly. The ball gag was back in her mouth, the pink sphere stretching her lips into a full, round shape. Saliva, unable to be swallowed, dripped continuously from the corners of her mouth, pooling first in the hollow of her neck before slowly sliding into the open collar, chilling the small patch of skin on her collarbone. The vibrator inside her was still on the fourth setting, its subtle hum vibrating against her inner walls, each tremor causing a slight twitch in her inner thighs. She no longer had the strength to clench, only able to let the waves of pleasure wash over her. I stood by the bed, coiling the roll of purple rope around my palm a few times. The rope was thin yet resilient, its color a deep, almost inky purple, occasionally catching the light. Shibari wasn't a casual affair of just a few knots – the diamond patterns had to be woven, grid by grid, from her chest down to her lower abdomen. Each strand of rope had to be placed in the most sensitive locations, so that with every breath, the ropes would remind her of her current state. "I'm going to start tying now," I said, my voice even. "This position will be quite tight. If you can't take it, blink three times, and I'll stop immediately." The girl looked up at me, her eyes hazy with tears. Her gaze was already unfocused, but she still nodded gently. The aftershocks of what had just happened hadn't completely faded, and her body was so sensitive that a mere touch made her tremble. I first placed the remote control on the bedside table and turned the vibrator down to the lowest setting. Not off, but leaving a slight, continuous vibration to keep her conscious without overwhelming her immediately. Then I began to tie the ropes. I started by knotting it behind her back. The rope went under her armpits, crossed in front of her chest, and the purple cord immediately sank into her soft flesh. I pressed with my fingertips, adjusting the tension – just enough to leave a clear red mark, but not so tight that it restricted Not as a cousin, nor as a maid, but as a meticulously wrapped work of art. I want her to be bound in public, to feel that hidden shame in broad daylight. "We're going out today," I say, putting down the book in my hand and looking at her back as she kneels on the floor by the bed, polishing it. "But there's a condition. You'll be tied up. The entire time." Tang Bao stops her movements and turns around, her knees leaving red imprints on the carpet. Her eyes light up, like a fire being ignited. "Hands bound behind your back, waist cinched tight, something between your legs. You'll wear a coat on the outside, so no one will be able to tell, but you must always remember your state." "Okay." She stands up and begins to undress. Her movements are quick, as if afraid I'll change my mind. She stands in the center of the bedroom wearing only white lace underwear. Sunlight slants in through the window, illuminating her body. The faint pink old rope marks are like a map, recording my past possessions. I take out the thin black rope. "Hands, behind your back." She obediently brings her hands behind her back, wrists together. I start tying from her wrists, the rope looping five times, each loop pulled tight, digging into her skin, forming black indentations. Then upwards, around her elbows, bending her arms into sharp angles, bringing her elbows towards the center of her back, almost touching. She inhales sharply, her shoulders forced back, her chest pushed forward. "Tight?" "Tight," she says, her voice trembling, "but it can be tighter." I satisfy her. The rope wraps around her elbows two more times, completely fixing her arms in a "W" shape. Her fingers begin to tingle, her fingertips turning a faint pink. Next is the waist. The rope extends from behind her back, weaving into a net on her sides, forming several tight diamonds. It then descends, passing between her legs, deeply embedding itself into the edge of her lace panties. She arches her body suddenly, a suppressed moan escaping her throat. I don't stop. The rope forms a clear mark between her legs, pressing the fabric into the crevice, then upwards, tying a knot at the small of her back. Now, every movement she makes causes the rope strands to rub. Finally, I place a remote-controlled vibrator between her legs, setting it to the lowest level. The buzzing vibration fills the room. "Put these on," I say, handing her a white turtleneck sweater. She struggles to put it on, her hands bound behind her, making every movement difficult. The sweater is tight, outlining the shape of her bound chest, her nipples hardening from the friction, forming distinct bumps under the fabric. Then the deep blue pleated skirt, knee-length, conservative enough. But when she bends over, the faint rope marks on her thighs are visible. Finally, the coat. A beige trench coat, double-breasted. I help her put it on, completely concealing her bound hands. The coat sleeves hang empty, her bound arms inside. From the outside, it looks as if she's simply resting her hands behind her back. "Walk a few steps." She tries to walk. The vibrator between her legs vibrates noticeably with her movement, the rope strands rubbing, causing her to tremble subtly with each step. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes hazy, but outwardly, she appears to be just a shy girl. "Very good," I say, picking up the remote. "Remember, outside, you are my cousin. If you misbehave, I'll turn up the intensity. If you behave well, I'll untie you tonight and reward you handsomely." "I'll behave," she says, her voice trembling from the vibration within her. "Outside, I am also Master's." "I'll take this one," Xu Mu said with satisfaction, picking up the butt plug set. "And this. Wrap up the double-headed dragon too." He turned off Tang Bao's chastity device, but didn't remove the vibrator, merely locking the guard plate. Tang Bao slumped onto the bench, the vibrator still inserted, locked within the metal cage, unable to be removed, only able to feel the fullness of the foreign object within her. Tong Tong was also asked to try on a butt plug. Xu Mu chose the largest one, thicker than the morning's vibrator. "Get down," he commanded. Tong Tong lay down, her hips raised. Xu Mu aimed the massive butt plug at her anus and slowly pushed it in. "Ah—! It's too big—! I'm going to split open—!" Tong Tong screamed, struggling violently, but Xu Mu's hands held her waist, forcing the foreign object inside. The butt plug slid in slowly, stretching her intestines until the base was snug against her anus. Tong Tong's anus was fully stretched, revealing the pink base and the black edge of the base. She lay there, panting, her intestines spasming from the foreign object, sending waves of stimulation. "There," Xu Mu patted her buttocks. "Keep it in like this. I'll take it out when we get home." He paid and left the fitting room with the two girls. Tang Bao had the vibrator inserted, locked in the electric chastity device; Tong Tong had a huge butt plug in her anus, the friction against her intestines as she walked. The sales assistant watched their retreating backs, a knowing smile playing on her lips. Back in the car, Xu Mu turned on Tang Bao's chastity device, setting it to the lowest level. "Ah..." Tang Bao moaned immediately, her body writhing. "Master... no... not here... someone will see..." "I want them to see," Xu Mu started the car. "Let the passersby see your slutty appearance, see you imprisoned by metal, filled with foreign objects." The car pulled out of the garage and onto the street. Tang Bao and Tong Tong sat in the back seat, one tormented by the electric chastity device, the other filled by the massive butt plug, both enduring the onslaught of pleasure, waiting for liberation at home—or deeper confinement. The car drove into the garage, Xu Mu turned off the engine, and turned to look at the back seat. Tang Bao and Tong Tong were limp as rag dolls. The vibrations along the way had made Tang Bao climax three times, the vibrator in her chastity device spinning inside her, draining her, liquid soaking the seat. Tong Tong's butt plug had also bumped and jostled during the drive, rubbing against her intestines with every speed bump, making her tremble. "We're home," Xu Mu opened the car door. "Crawl out." The two girls climbed out of the car with difficulty, their legs weak, almost unable to stand. Tang Bao's chastity device was still buzzing, and she clamped her legs together, trying to lessen the stimulation, but that only made the vibrator press deeper. "No clamping your legs," Xu Mu commanded. "Stand up straight and walk home." They shuffled towards the elevator, Tang Bao's moans echoing in the empty garage, Tong Tong's butt plug shifting with each step, the feeling of fullness from the foreign object making each step feel like an assault. After entering the house, Xu Mu finally turned off Tang Bao's chastity device, but did not remove the vibrator, nor did he unlock it. "Kneel," he commanded, tossing the shopping bags onto the sofa. "I want to try out the new toys." He first took out the butt plug set, arranging them from smallest to largest on the coffee table. The smallest was only as thick as a finger, the largest thicker than Xu Mu's desire, with raised patterns on its surface. "Tong Tong," he commanded, "get down and take out the butt plug." Tong Tong lay down, her hips raised, her hands reaching back to grip the base of the butt plug and slowly pull it out. "Ah—!" she screamed as the massive butt plug slowly withdrew, bringing with it a large amount of anal fluid, dripping onto the floor. When it was fully removed, her anus remained a gaping hole, revealing the pink intestinal walls within, still contracting slightly. "Very good, much more relaxed," Xu Mu said with satisfaction, picking up the smallest butt plug. "But we're starting training from the beginning. This one, put it in." Tong Tong froze. "Master... the last one... was already the biggest..." "Ah! So... so hot..." Tangbao immediately screamed, feeling the foreign object enter her urethra. The sensation of her urinary tract being invaded made her tremble with shame. The urethral plug slowly deepened, brushing against the sensitive urethral walls. The feeling of the foreign object passing through drove her wild, and tears instantly welled up. "Almost there," Xu Mu continued to push, until the small ball at the tip of the urethral plug reached the bladder neck. "This ball will get stuck at the bladder neck, making you constantly feel the urge to urinate, but unable to fully empty." The urethral plug was fully inserted, leaving only a section outside her body. Tangbao could feel the ball pressing against her bladder neck, urine accumulating in her bladder, creating a continuous urge to urinate, but she couldn't expel it completely, only a slow trickle. "Now, the anal plug." He took out a huge anal plug, even larger than yesterday's, with raised ridges and a spiral shape on its surface. "This will get stuck inside your intestines and move with your steps, providing continuous stimulation." He applied lubricant to the anal plug and aimed it at Tangbao's anus, which was still relaxed and expanded from the vacuum. He slowly pushed it in. "Ah—! It's... it's too big—!" Tangbao screamed again, her body shaking violently. "It's... it's going to split—!" The anal plug slowly entered, expanding her intestines. The spiral ridges rubbed against the intestinal walls, bringing intense stimulation. When the base wedged at her anus, Tangbao's intestines were fully stretched. The feeling of fullness and foreignness almost made her faint. "Finally, the chastity belt." He aligned the metal plate with Tangbao's lower abdomen, the front opening aligning with the urethral plug, allowing it to pass through; the rear opening aligned with the base of the anal plug, and he fastened it. Then he tightened the belt, buckled it at her waist, and locked it. With a "click," the buckle snapped shut. Tangbao's lower body was completely imprisoned in metal. A urethral plug was inserted into her urethra, an anal plug was stuffed into her anus, and her vagina was completely covered by the metal plate, rendering it untouchable and unable to release. Even urination had to pass through the slender urethral plug, dripping out slowly. "How does it feel?" Xu Mu patted the metal plate, producing a dull thud. "Full... so full..." Tangbao panted, her face flushed. "My urethra... there's something in it... I want to pee... but only a little comes out... my rear feels so full too... Master... Tangbao is completely controlled..." "That's exactly the effect I want," Xu Mu smiled with satisfaction and turned to Tongtong. "Your turn." The same process, but more detailed. Tongtong watched Tangbao's miserable state, her body trembling, but she dared not resist. When the urethral plug was inserted, she screamed louder than Tangbao. The sensation of the foreign object invading her urethra made her writhe wildly, but Xu Mu's hand pressed down on her waist, forcing the slender foreign object completely inside until the ball got stuck at the bladder neck. "No... take it out... it feels so bad..." Tongtong cried, feeling a continuous urge to urinate but unable to fully empty it. The torment brought tears to her eyes. Then came the anal plug, equally huge, with the same spiral ridges. As it was pushed in, it expanded her intestines and rubbed against the intestinal walls, making her scream again, her body shaking violently. Finally, the metal plate was fastened and locked. With a "click," Tongtong was also completely imprisoned. "Now, stand up." Xu Mu ordered them to stand. "You will be tied to the pillars in the living room, facing each other, for the entire day. I will come to check on you periodically, feed you, and help you urinate, but you cannot move, cannot speak, only watch each other's imprisoned state." He led them to the living room, where two metal pillars stood, with ropes already prepared. He tied Tangbao to one pillar – her hands bound behind her back, wrists crossed, ropes wrapped tightly; her legs spread apart, ankles tied to the base of the pillar, forming a 120-degree spread-eagle position; her waist and chest were also secured to the pillar with ropes, pressing her tightly against the metal, unable to twist. The metal chastity belt was fully exposed in front, the urethral plug protruding from the opening, its end connected to a catheter hanging in the air; the base of the anal plug was visible from the rear opening, revealing the edge of the black base. Tongtong was tied to the other pillar in the same position, facing Tangbao, only a meter apart, so she could clearly see the other's imprisoned lower body, the metal plate, the hanging catheter, and the exposed anal plug base. "Begin." Xu Mu secured all the ropes, checked them to ensure they couldn't free themselves, and then left the room.