A white-collar office worker bound and gagged at work

The alarm blared. Oh no, I haven't prepared today's gear! I'm the CEO's secretary at a company, and I'm a masochist. When I have nothing else to do, I have to keep myself in a state of submission. I take care of myself every day before work. After a simple wash and makeup, I looked at my naked body in the mirror, my skin fair and smooth, firm and white. I couldn't help but touch my D-cup breasts, squeezing the nipples until it hurt, setting them to the tightest. Ah~ It hurt so much from squeezing too hard, but it only felt good after the pain. That squeeze just now made my lower body react. My fingers slid in involuntarily, already wet and very lubricated. Now it's time for the next step; it feels too empty down there without anything inserted. This time, I chose a remote-controlled vibrator so I can enjoy its pleasure anytime, anywhere. The vibrator is about two fingers thick, but it doesn't feel satisfying enough, so I put on a pair of panties with two silicone plugs. After a simple enema to ensure my bowels are empty, I put them on and inserted them. The vaginal plug isn't very long, about the same size as the anal plug. Together, they fill my vagina nicely without causing too much swelling or a foreign body sensation, perfectly filling the opening. Next is the anal plug, a pear-shaped one that's easy to insert but painful to remove. Once it's expanded inside my anus, it completely fills the opening. After inserting them, I put on the panties, which essentially hold everything in place. Just in case, I also put on a simple crotch strap that goes underneath and holds the two plugs in place. With a final tug of the string, ah~ it pushed the anal plug even deeper. My legs went weak, and I sat on the floor. It took a while before I could stand up. I checked the time; I'm really going to be late! I quickly put on a push-up lace bra and a very short, tight, one-piece dress. A one-piece dress means I can only take one step at a time when walking, and I have to bring my legs together to move. The slightly wrinkled design of the skirt perfectly conceals the marks from the strap, but if someone were to touch it, they would still feel it. Before leaving, I didn't forget to put on a silver, wide-brimmed, hollow-designed collar. It was custom-made and looks like an ordinary accessory choker, but if you fold down the front ring, it becomes a collar for a leash, so whoever wants to lead me anywhere can do so. I also put on matching bracelets from the same series. The bracelets are quite wide and serve the same purpose as the collar. However, my colleagues have gotten used to my accessories this month and don't find them strange. I put on a pair of black stockings with a subtle pearl sheen, making me look even more refined, and a pair of 13cm lace-up high heels. Today will surely be torture. Wish me luck. I glanced back at myself in the mirror. The tight, one-piece dress perfectly outlines my curves. My breasts are about to burst out from the lace push-up bra, and my nipples are slightly protruding due to the nipple clamps. The exquisite collar around my neck. Beneath the beautiful hem of the dress, shimmering black stockings reveal glimpses of my thighs, and the lines of my calves are also very elegant. The stockings were specifically chosen for their tight effect. The 13cm high heels perfectly elongate my legs. Long legs, a slender waist, and a pair of huge breasts – even I felt my blood surge looking at myself. But who would know the many secrets hidden beneath? After checking everything, I turned on my phone and set the vibrator to random mode. I'm ready to go! A few steps out, and I felt the friction from the knot at the crotch, constantly pressing against the double-plugged panties, hitting my vagina and anus. Waves of slight numbness made me feel incredibly restless. My nipples, due to the clamps, were constantly protruding and rubbing against the bra. Already sensitive, I flushed crimson and panted. I finally made it out of the elevator and to the parking lot. As I opened the car door and got in, the vibrator began to pulse without warning. My legs went weak, and I plopped down onto the seat. The sudden impact pushed the vibrator deeper. Ah! I finally cried out. Luckily, I'm in the car. If a passerby saw my flushed face, my heaving breasts, my cherry lips opening and closing, my subtly visible black stockings wrapped around my long, smooth, delicate legs, the small protrusion of my ankle bones, the perfect curve of my calves, and my very short, tight dress, from which at certain angles, the strap and panties at the base of my thighs could be seen. In the car, I couldn't help but start touching myself, kneading my nipples, and turning the vibrator to its maximum setting on my phone. The sudden stimulation made my breathing quicken, and I became more unrestrained, constantly thrusting myself against the knot. My hands continuously pinched my two tender nipples. Ah! Ah! Ah! After a tremor ran through my body, I reached my first climax. A gush of fluid flowed out from below, and I felt like I was floating. Fortunately, the car's soundproofing is good, and the parking lot lights are dim, so no one can see inside. Otherwise, if anyone had stumbled upon this scene or taken a picture, the consequences would have been unimaginable. "Did you receive the gift I sent? Don't forget to put on the gear today, and add me on WeChat, I have a surprise for you. "Hello, hello, who is this?" As soon as I finished speaking, they hung up. After adding them as a friend, the other party sent two photos. Ah! This is... The photos clearly showed my lower half. Underneath the black silk mini-skirt, brown ropes were very obvious, the knots tightly constricting my vulva. The thong-like double butt plugs were also very clear, with individual hairs visible, glistening with tiny water droplets, and faintly revealing my own white secretions. Ah! My head buzzed, and I suddenly sat on the floor. I'm finished. The next few photos showed me covering my stomach, my face flushed, unable to bear it. Looking at the latter photos alone, they were normal, though the curves of my body were fully revealed, and the black silk mini-skirt was very seductive. But when combined with all the photos, it was like standing in the company lobby shouting to everyone that I am a slut, a whore, come and ravage me with your cocks, all while moaning. It's even possible these photos have already been posted online. Finished, truly finished. I was so desperate I almost cried. This was all my own doing. My phone rang again, this time with a different voice. "You received everything, right? Just do as I say, and you'll be fine. The photos are safe with me. Open the box and put on all the gear to go to work. I'll be coming to your company today to supervise your progress. Since you like to play so much, I'll play a thrilling game with you, hahahaha." After saying that, they immediately hung up. This voice sounded so familiar. Ah, it's Boss Huang, the Boss Huang who visited yesterday. He must have seen it when he bent down to pick up his pen at the conference table. I didn't notice his movements or his phone at all back then. Ah, I regret it so much. Wait, he mentioned gear. Could this box be...? I opened the box and found a chastity belt with a lock, but no key. This means that once I lock it, I can't open it without the key. And that key is likely in Boss Huang's hands. No, not likely, it's certain now. There was also a 10-meter rope, but this rope was thinner than the hemp rope I already had. It was white. There was also a waist cincher. How could I possibly fit into something so small? I looked at my little belly. Even with such a good figure, a little belly is inevitable, isn't it? Why is Boss Huang making things so difficult for me? Why do I feel a little excited? Seeing these things makes me feel expectant. I don't know why I want to put them on quickly. Inside the box, there was also an anal plug, a rope harness, and two butt plugs. These butt plugs were not only thicker than my own but also longer. Judging from the phone call, he probably wants me to wear all these things so that my secret won't be leaked. This makes me hesitate. These two butt plugs and the chastity belt are clearly meant to control me completely. How will I be able to go to the bathroom? Although there's a hole for urination, wearing something inside will always feel uncomfortable. Even though I enema every day to completely clear out the previous day's waste, and then I don't excrete anymore for the rest of the day, my body's biological clock is very cooperative. Usually, around this time after waking up, I automatically excrete a batch, and after rinsing thoroughly, I'm completely clean. After much thought, my reputation is more important. After all, if these photos were posted online, the consequences would be unimaginable. My family and friends would all see me as a complete slut. Even if I wasn't given tasks, I would give myself small tasks every day, considering it an extra meal. So, I decided to do it. After cleaning my anus and rinsing my body and posterior thoroughly, the first thing I had to do was to tie myself up, regardless of the consequences. The 10-meter rope was just enough to make a classic Kote-kote-kote (Kote-kote-kote is a type of Japanese bondage). Although the rope behind my neck was a bit tricky to handle, I'd choose a collared shirt later. I held the rope against my neck, found the center point, and then tied three to four evenly spaced knots in the front. This time, since I had the chastity belt, I wouldn't tie knots below. Oh, I forgot, I haven't inserted the two little ones yet. Looking at the thick anal plug, I felt a little scared. I had to use plenty of lubricant. I don't think I've ever put something this big in my rear before. To maximize the opening of my anus, I squatted on the floor, trying to relax and open my sphincter. I applied some lubricant and rubbed it around my anus to relax it. This anal plug was teardrop-shaped. Although it was quite rounded, the head was round and thick. Holding the back part, I pushed it against my anus, letting the teardrop slowly enter. The movements were very gentle. My anus was slowly stretched open by the teardrop shape, stretched to its limit. I slowly applied more force with my hand, and my anus felt a slight tearing sensation. It was really too big. I felt like the surrounding muscles couldn't keep up. There was no other way, I continued to push. It was almost at the thickest part, and I immediately felt it get stuck, unable to pull it out or push it in. It felt like it was clamped. With a determined effort, I used my other hand to help push. Ah~! I felt like my anus was about to split. After passing the thickest part, it slid in with a whoosh. What remained outside was an anchor-like shape. I felt a violent pulling sensation in my anus. I touched it and thankfully, there was no anal fissure, otherwise, it would have been troublesome. I adjusted it, and slowly, it felt comfortable. I stood up, feeling a hint of happiness. My anus felt very full, completely filled. After the pain disappeared, I waited for my anus to slowly get used to it. Next was the vaginal plug. This was simple, just insert it. After applying lubricant, I pushed it in. It slid in easily. I had even inserted two yesterday. This was no challenge at all. After putting on the chastity belt and locking it, we continued with the rope. After tying the knots in front, the rope could be passed under and around to the back, then through the ring on my neck. Two ropes were then separated and passed under my armpits to my chest. The ropes on my armpits were pulled apart on both sides, stretching the ropes in front into a diamond shape. After passing around to the back, they were brought back close to my body. For a better effect, one rope could be placed on the chest, with knots in the middle, and another below the chest, which would make the breasts appear more firm and prominent, like wearing a bra without cups. After the rope passed through the intervals between each knot, it reached the navel. Finally, it was tied in a knot at the back. The Kote-kote-kote was complete. A beautiful rope harness. To make it even more stimulating, I suddenly tightened it. Ah~, this feeling of being wrapped in ropes all over my body is so good. The two little ones below are filling my vagina and anus, making me feel very satisfied. I happily turned around in front of the mirror. My beautiful body was wrapped in thin white ropes. My breasts were made to look fuller and more prominent by the ropes, my collarbones were more seductive with the rope accents, extending to my waist, a tight waistline, all the way to my backside, pulling upwards from the crotch. Ah~ this feeling is too wonderful. The metallic chastity belt was like a guard, cold and preventing anything from entering or leaving. I then applied the anal patch. This patch felt quite thick and covered a large area, encompassing the front half-circle. Finally, I put on the waist cincher. It had small buckles, but they couldn't be adjusted for width, only one row was left. It was very difficult. I puffed out my chest and forcefully sucked in my stomach. After managing to buckle them all, my little belly disappeared. There were steel wires supporting my back, so I could only breathe in small sips. The strong constricting force made my entire waist exceptionally slender." After some internal struggle, I resolutely decided not to put them back on. I took a plastic bag, put my soaked underwear inside, and stuffed it into my bag. I adjusted the straps and the bra clasp, and got ready for work. I really couldn’t imagine making such a decision, and as it turned out, I would later deeply regret it. Pretending to be calm, I walked out of the restroom and back to my office to start preparing for the day. I felt a slight sense of relief while the spring wasn’t working, but the knot was still rubbing against my private area. I didn’t dare make any sudden movements, and I tried to take as small steps as possible while walking, though my skirt really didn’t allow me to walk fast anyway. Back in the office, I expertly poured the coffee beans into the grinder, boiled the water, and brewed the coffee. Instantly, the aroma of coffee filled the air, which helped me relax quite a bit. After frothing the milk and carefully creating a latte art design, I handed the coffee to my boss. As I bent over to place the cup on the coffee table, I didn’t expect that this simple movement would cause the rope to follow the curve of my waist, and the knot brushed against my entrance. “Ah! ” I let out a moan, my legs went weak, and I almost spilled the coffee. Luckily, I crouched down instinctively and steadied the cup with my hands just in time to prevent a spill. My face flushed instantly—I’d actually moaned in front of my boss. Wasn’t that just blatantly flirting with him? “Ahem, Xiao Yue, you’re acting a little strange today. Are you feeling unwell? Just tell me—it’s fine. Take a day off; I won’t dock your pay,” my boss said, still showing concern for me. I quickly stood up to compose myself, but as soon as I did, the rope slid from behind to the front, pressing against the plug. At that moment, I had no choice but to ignore the sensation of the rope and hurriedly made up an excuse: “It’s nothing, it’s nothing. I—I’m on my period. I’ll go get back to work.” I turned and left immediately. Ahhh, how could I have been so slutty in front of my boss—moaning and all? What must he think of me? I feel like I’m going to lose my job today—it’s all because of this rope. Back at my desk, I closed the partition door to the boss’s office and immediately pulled up my skirt to adjust the rope. I’d just adjusted it in the restroom, but now it’s loose again. Seriously. Later, I still have to collect today’s client data and compile it for the boss to review. Just as I was adjusting the tightness of the rope and the knot on the outside, the door suddenly swung open. “Xiao Yueyue, I’m here to bring you some documents. What are you doing?” Oh no! Why did Tong show up at a time like this? Thankfully, I was behind my desk, so she couldn’t see what I was doing with my hands—otherwise, she would’ve caught me. As I watched my best friend close the door and approach, I panicked and yanked the cord to pull my skirt down quickly. But that sudden tug backfired— I’d intended to tie another securing knot around my belly button to tighten the excess cord, but her interruption caused me to accidentally tie a tight knot instead. The entire cord—especially the part running between my legs—squeezed down hard, the entire length of the cord was firmly cinched around my crotch—right where my panties create that bulge. That sudden tightening made my eyes water from the pain. What’s more, the knot down there dug into my pussy, pressing against the plug and the bullet vibrator as it pushed deeper inside, pinning me in place. The stimulation made me instinctively clench my thighs together. This made me—who was already highly sensitive—endure the previous two waves of stimulation, but this wave of stimulation was truly unbearable. How I longed to be rubbing myself against the corner of the table right then, to have my clit ruthlessly teased, and my anus thoroughly penetrated from behind—I was already completely starved for it. I felt a tingling, itchy sensation down below and wanted to use my hand to help, but I couldn’t— my best friend was still here. I could only grit my teeth, lift my head, and sit up straight so my best friend wouldn’t notice anything was wrong. This time, I was smart enough to turn my head to the side and cover my mouth with my shoulder to keep from moaning. I bit down on my shoulder to stay focused. “I’m here to bring you some documents. didn’t you know we have a big client coming today? Since you hadn’t come to get the documents yet, I brought them over myself. No need to thank me—just treat me to a milk tea.” ” I looked up, took a moment to catch my breath, and composed myself, inwardly marveling at how quick my reaction had been. “Look, I was just making coffee for the boss. I’d just taken it to him when I decided to come find you. Thanks! I still need to collect the documents from the other departments. ” I stood up, ready to walk out and quickly change the subject. My best friend said, “Oh, you big-boobed brat. Don’t get all cocky just because you’ve got big boobs. I brought you all the documents and you’re not even thanking me—you’re just changing the subject and trying to get out of here? I’m telling you, no way!” When I heard she’d brought all the documents, I instantly breathed a sigh of relief. It was such a relief not to have to walk—that sudden tightening earlier meant every step was torture for me now, and it was already seriously affecting my work. I had to loosen it up fast, so I figured I’d better placate my best friend first. “Oh my, my dear friend, I was just heading out to buy you some bubble tea. How sweet of you to bring all these documents over for me. Here, take my phone and order one—you have my password.” Saying that, I picked up the documents and started going through them. I can’t let my work fall behind—if I do, I’ll never have money to buy toys again. Anyway, it’s actually best that I don’t have to move around right now. I’ll just placate my best friend for now. With that, I picked up the documents and began sifting through them. My best friend happily sat on the sofa next to my office with my phone in hand—it’s usually where clients waiting to see the boss can rest for a bit, right across from my desk. “Hey, what kind of game is this? This ring game is actually pretty fun,” I heard my best friend say. It suddenly occurred to me that when I left this morning, I’d set the game to “Random” and hadn’t closed or exited the app since. I hadn’t had a chance to play with my phone or even open it on the way here—I’d only checked the time. “Ah, No!” My best friend started playing it without a care in the world, and my mind went blank—it’s over! ... With a turn of my head, Boss Huang was already standing before me. "Ah! What are you doing?" Boss Huang calmly walked over, reaching behind me. I froze in fear. *Click*. He actually locked the door. I turned to pull the door open, but he grabbed me and threw me onto the reception sofa. "Now you can't run, little darling." I tried to scream, but he immediately covered my mouth with his hand. I wanted to kick him with my high heels, when suddenly, another jolt of electricity coursed through my body. "Ah!~" But the hand covering my mouth turned my scream into a muffled groan. "Try to move again, and you'll be begging for death." The electricity stopped. Boss Huang grabbed the tape from the cabinet and, with his other hand, roughly ripped down my underwear. I wanted to say no, but before I could, it was shoved into my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but it was too late. The tape was already wrapping around, and he yanked the collar around my neck hard, the central ring popping out. "Oh, you little slut, you've even put on your own collar." If the mechanism hadn't been triggered, it would have just been a delicate silver choke. Now that it was discovered, I didn't dare resist as Boss Huang pulled me, not wanting to experience the electricity again. Boss Huang grabbed me and shoved me hard. Ah! I hit the edge of the conference table. Boss Huang grabbed my ankles and lifted them up, and I lay sprawled on the table. "Oh, you have rings on your feet too, and they don't seem to come off. Let's lock them then." I'd mentioned before that I had a custom set of collars, bracelets, and anklets, all with small mechanisms like the collar. As long as the ring wasn't popped out, they were just simple silver ornaments. I always covered the ones on my legs with the straps of my high heels, making them look like simple silver anklets from childhood, indistinguishable from real silver. Boss Huang produced a long iron chain from somewhere, which could pass through the small loops on the silver rings of my hands and bind them together behind my back. He then used a slightly longer one to thread through the small loops on the silver rings of my feet and connected it to the chain on my hands. I was now bound like a horse, my hands and feet tied together behind me, unable to move. My mouth was sealed with tape, rendering me silent. The door was securely locked, and no one would likely disturb us. At this moment, I was truly beyond help. Boss Huang's eyes gleamed as one hand began to roam under my clothes, while the other lifted my skirt and moved along my thighs. *Mmm~ mmm~ mmm mmm~*. I writhed, trying to break free from the restraints, but the silver rings on my hands wouldn't budge. I could only hope the chain was weak, but no matter how much I struggled, it was useless. I could only whimper. My underwear, having been in my mouth for so long, was now soaked and fermented. At first, the smell was faint and somewhat bearable, like a common rag. But as it became saturated with my saliva, its original scent, a mixture of saltiness, sourness, and bitterness, permeated through. *Ugh~ ugh~*. This triggered a few dry heaves. Ah~ Boss Huang became even more unrestrained, roughly kneading the mounds on my chest with one hand while the other squeezed my buttocks. My clothes were completely torn apart, my skirt ripped off, my stockings full of holes, and my high heels kicked aside. Boss Huang picked me up and began to ravage my breasts madly. With my hands and feet bound together, I could only kneel in a bent position. As he lifted me, I ended up kneeling on the table. My upper body could finally exert force, and I arched backward, slamming my waist hard into Boss Huang's head. *Thud!* Boss Huang's nose started bleeding, and he stumbled back a few steps. I lost my balance and fell back onto the table. This time, it was worse. My hands and feet were pinned beneath me, and with a *thud*, my head hit the tabletop hard. It hurt so much. My hands behind me couldn't support me. Now I was even more unfortunate, my legs bent and pinned with my hands, unable to move. Suddenly, a violent electric current surged through me. *Mmm~ mmm mmm ah~*. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The intense electricity made me convulse. "You little slut, you dare to hit me. Now you'll have a good time. Want me to add some more spice, hahaha?" I struggled desperately, trying to move my body, my hands and feet, to break free from the chains, but it was no use. The chains remained unmoving, securely connecting the silver rings on my hands and feet. Boss Huang walked over, flipped me over onto the table, my hands and feet dangling in the air, still bound behind me by the chains. The electricity coursed through my body relentlessly, making me tremble. Even my muffled sounds were shaky. *Mmm~ mmm~ mmm~*. I had a bad premonition. Boss Huang tore off my stockings and slapped my buttocks hard, leaving a red mark instantly. With his other hand, he began to tickle the soles of my feet. My feet were usually well-protected, and no one had ever touched them until now. The extreme sensitivity of my soles, combined with the fierce tickling, targeted my tender soles directly. *Mmm~ ah~ mmm~ mmm~ mmm mmm mmm~*. All my laughter and moans were mercilessly trapped by the underwear and blocked by the tape. I couldn't even scream loudly, and my desperate struggles were futile. Boss Huang grabbed my hands and feet, holding them steady, while his other hand continued to tickle me fiercely. The relentless electricity left me physically and mentally exhausted, my body trembling, drenched in sweat. Every muscle, every inch of my skin, contracted and relaxed with the passage of electricity. The inner walls of my vagina, along with the inner walls of my anus, opened and closed under the immense current. My sensitive nipples were already hard and trembling continuously. My whole body convulsed, coupled with the tickling on my feet. But I was helpless, unable to scream, unable to break free, left to the torment of the electricity and tickling. Ah~ ah~ ah ah ah ah ah, no, ah~ mmm~ I couldn't scream at all. The constant tickling brought tears to my eyes, dripping onto the table. I couldn't laugh at all, and I gradually gave up struggling, enduring it all. I didn't know when someone would find me, yet I also feared being discovered. It was all my fault for pushing myself to this desperate situation yesterday just for a thrill. Slowly, my lower body began to secrete. After another familiar routine of rear cleaning and enema, I looked at Xiao Tong's nether regions. I decided to shave myself clean as well. Now we were both the same. Xiao Tong looked at herself, then at me, blushing. "Xiao Yue, you look so practiced. Do you do this often?" I looked up at her. "Was last night very comfortable? Very stimulating? Do you miss that feeling afterward? Little slutty Tong?" Xiao Tong's face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head to brush her teeth in silence. I went to find the gear: the thong with double plugs I wore to work the day before yesterday, a 9cm penis-shaped vibrator, three butt plugs, two nipple clamps, and two bell nipple clamps. However, considering the bells would be difficult to remove, I decided against them. I had plenty of rope, though. It seemed I needed to buy more gear. Seeing my best friend finish her ablutions, I pulled her into the bathroom, stripped her naked, and had her bend over, pressing against the wall. I applied lubricant to the enema syringe and inserted it. Last night's first time was over, and my best friend was no longer as sensitive. She let out a soft hum, enduring it silently. It seemed she had grown accustomed to everything I did to her and trusted me, but she had also become a bit shy, not as lively as before. After cleaning her up similarly, I decided that today, we would both go to work bound. I inserted a butt plug into my best friend's nether regions. "Ah! This one." This little slut must have seen it in a pornographic film or wanted to buy it. Without a word, I applied some lubricant and, with a *whoosh*, slid the butt plug in. Then, I deliberately pushed both plugs of the double-plugged thong in simultaneously. "Ah!" My best friend let out another pig-like squeal, her legs went weak, and she sat down on the floor. "Xiao Yue!" I covered my mouth, laughing so hard I leaned forward and back. "How is it? Does it feel full down there with the plugs in? Very satisfying, isn't it? Slut?" My best friend's face turned even redder. "Just admit it. Gradually, you'll start craving bigger sizes, and this won't satisfy you anymore." After putting on the double-plugged thong, I added a sanitary pad and then her underwear. "Xiao Yue, my period hasn't started yet. Did you get the dates wrong!" I rolled my eyes. "You little slut, you leak more than I do. I'm afraid your underwear will get soaked and leak through. I might need to add two more pads." My best friend immediately understood my meaning, her face turning even redder. She turned away, not daring to look at me. Then, I put The next evening, I woke up feeling completely comfortable, free from restraints and toys. A little relaxation now and then was nice. "Ah! Where are the ropes on my bed? Did my best friend find out?" I thought with alarm. Just as I was about to get out of bed, my best friend stood at the doorway, a wicked grin on her face. "You're finally awake. I knew things weren't as simple as they seemed. Come on, confess everything." I stuck out my tongue, pretending nothing had happened. "Nothing, I'm just tired. I'm going back to sleep. Wake me when dinner's ready." With that, I feigned closing my eyes and turned to the other side. "Hmph, I saved your life, and you can't even say thank you. And where's my milk tea? Don't pretend to be asleep. Get up!" she said, pouncing on me. She straddled my waist, pinning me down with her body. *Click, click.* My hands were twisted behind my back. "Ah! She has my handcuffs!" I exclaimed. "Let go of me, you fatso! You went through my closet!" My best friend remained on top of me, preventing me from getting up. Lying on my stomach, I couldn't move with her riding me. "Who told you not to tell me? You have so many fun things here!" *Ah~呜~* As I cried out, a gag was shoved into my mouth, stretching it so I couldn't speak. Then, my feet were spread apart and tied to two loops at the corners of the bed. I hadn't seen them before; my good sister must have hidden them. Xiao Tong was still on me, not letting go. "Now you can enjoy yourself. I knew you weren't that simple. When I brought you the documents the day before yesterday, I felt something was off. Your period wasn't due for another 10 days, and you were wearing high heels and a tight skirt. Who would believe that?" "Oh, and I found your favorite toy too. Let's add some spice," she said. With my legs spread apart, I lay on the bed, a piece of meat ready to be slaughtered. Without the key to the handcuffs, I couldn't possibly open them myself. *Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~* What was that?! It was my [REDACTED]. Oh god, she found it even hidden in the closet. I was truly impressed. It seemed my clothes had been changed by my best friend too. No panties, no bra. *Ah wu~!* "Oh~ so good, ah~ it feels so good, mmm~ that feeling is back, an indescribable pleasure. As my body swayed back and forth, I began to moan~ mmm~ oh~ oh~ ah~ wu~ ah~ oh~" Although the gag muffled my sounds, it didn't diminish my pleasure. Saliva slowly dripped down as it accumulated. "Oh! Xiao Yue, you're so wet down there, so slutty," mmm~ mmm~ wu~ ah~! Oh~ Shame me more, please, I'm a whore. At this moment, I desperately craved an orgasm, to reach that cloud. *Weng~* Suddenly, the vibration stopped. My best friend's hands ceased their kneading. *Wuwuwu~* Why? Why was I so close, just a little longer? *Wu! Wu! Wu!* I turned my head as much as I could, glaring at my best friend. "Hahaha, glaring at me won't help. Do you want it? What do you want? Huh? I can't hear you? Oh! It's too uncomfortable. I'll come back later then!" My best friend actually got off me. "Wuwuwu! Wu! Wuwuwu! Wu! Wu! Wu!" I wanted it so badly, and I wanted to curse that fatso for treating me like this. With this gag in my mouth, I couldn't make a sound! She was clearly doing this on purpose. "Ah? I can't hear you. Oh, I forgot the soup is still simmering in the kitchen, and the stove is still on. I'm going to turn it off." *Ahhhhhh!* Don't go! What am I going to do? My body was already craving release, yearning for something to rub against, to penetrate me, anything to get inside me quickly! In despair, I writhed on the bed, rubbing my clit, but it was useless. It couldn't satisfy my hunger. My best friend left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving me alone, panting. The gag was digging into my mouth, and saliva flowed uncontrollably. The pillows and blankets were everywhere. I wanted to break free from the leg loops. It was the best time to do so, at least I could sit up instead of lying on my stomach. But no matter how much I struggled, it was futile. Unless I could break the ropes, I couldn't escape without the help of my hands. My constant efforts and kicks were useless because the loops were designed this way, with my legs spread to the sides of the bed. No matter how much I kicked, I couldn't reach the edge of the bed or hook the ropes. In despair, I slowly gave up struggling. "Hey! Xiao Yue, why are you still tied up? Oh, you're so wet down there. The sheets are soaked, and you've drooled so much. I'm not helping you wash the sheets! What? Do you want a lollipop?" My best friend removed my gag. "You fatso. Hurry up and give it to me." "Mmph!" The gag was ruthlessly shoved back in. "What did you say? Say it again?" The gag was removed again. "Fatso! Hurry up." "Mmph," the gag was shoved back in, accompanied by a loud slap on my buttocks. Oh! My butt was burning. There must be a clear handprint now. *Slap!* Another crisp slap. *Wu!* My whole body trembled. The pain brought tears to my eyes. "Do you dare to do it again? What did you call me?" The gag was removed. Gasping for breath from the pain, I remained silent. *Slap!* Another harsh slap landed on my butt. Ah! This time, I cried out loudly, gasping for air. *Slap!* Another one. My best friend held a mirror in front of my face. "Look at yourself, you slut. Aren't you pathetic?" Today, I decided to go out for a walk. After all, only half of the weekend was left, and I had to go out and explore. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! A delivery! Another delivery! I got up to open the door. This time, it was another box of packages, just like yesterday's. I couldn't tell what was inside at all, though the box was smaller than yesterday's. Upon opening it, the first thing I saw was a note: "I trust you've enjoyed yesterday's toys and experienced boundless pleasure. Seeing you revel in the sights from afar, I've decided to bestow upon you today's reward. Please don all the gear in this box according to the instructions below, without missing a single item. Proceed to the designated mission location to complete your task. Those who attempt to quit midway or cheat will face severe consequences. If you don't want videos of your playtime appearing on well-known domestic SM entertainment platforms, then do as you're told. There are many more fun toys waiting for you. I will monitor you in ways you can't imagine. Don't let me catch you missing even one piece of equipment, or you'll understand!" I finished reading the note, and my head buzzed again. Could it be that persistent Boss Huang? But the tone wasn't like his. And according to the note, yesterday's gear was also from him. This means this person is at least in the know, experienced, and knows how to play. Their tone isn't as disgusting as Boss Huang's. I called Xiao Tong over to explain. After reading the letter, she paused for about a second. "Great! Let's do as he says today! How exciting! Let me see what good stuff it is!" I was truly speechless. This brainless submissive woman's M-side had exploded. I stopped her, "Aren't you really afraid of getting into trouble? Don't you remember how Boss Huang threatened me before?" My best friend hesitated, "You're overthinking it. This clearly isn't Boss Huang. And look, he said he has our information, and he knows about both of us. I don't want to be exposed. It's fine to play along. Plus, there are new toys. I actually trust him." This left me bewildered too. I was genuinely afraid he had something on us, like the leverage Boss Huang had. Fortunately, only the boss saw it in the end. If he were to release it like this, we'd both be finished. We might even be followed to and from work. After all, not everyone in this circle is a gentleman. Moreover, this is the internet age; who knows what people have seen, and it's impossible to trace or investigate, let alone call the police. Since I was planning to go out bound anyway, I decided to trust him this once. Then, the two of us started looking at what was in the box. Beneath the note were two boxes, and they even had our names written on them. I picked up my box and opened it. The first thing on top was a collar. It was made of leather, with a heart-shaped lock at the front and a keyhole in the middle to open it. A note beside it read: "Please wear in sequential order." Skeptically, I put on the leather collar. To outsiders, it just looked like a leather choker. Next were two long nipple clamps. After clipping them onto each nipple, there was a small clasp in the middle that could join them into one long piece, bringing the two breasts closer together. A tiny bell, the size of a mung bean, dangled from the end. The sound wasn't loud, so it probably wouldn't be heard. After clamping them on and fastening them together, the two mini bells slid to the bottom of the nipples, appearing to be attached to them. This was all routine for me; it didn't seem very stimulating. However, the next set of gear far exceeded my expectations. A steel bra with transparent straps. Two cup-shaped bra cups enclosed my large breasts, pushing them inwards to create a deep cleavage. The back clasp had been replaced by a small brass lock. Once it clicked shut, I felt a small space inside the front where the nipples fit perfectly. I couldn't praise this ingenious design enough. Then came a flesh-colored waist cincher. The difference was that it used buckle closures. There were three sections of buckles, each with a small lock hanging from it. With my previous experience wearing waist cinchers, I fastened it effortlessly, allowing for free movement. Next was a locked chastity cage. Four plug-ins! My eyes widened! Could the bottom accommodate them? The instructions read: "Insert both front and back. Mix and match quantities as you please." Since it was as I pleased, I decided two in the front and two in the back. I lubricated three of the plug-ins with saliva and slowly parted my vaginal opening, carefully inserting them. The first two went in smoothly at the front. Then I inserted one at the back. For some reason, a voice in my head kept telling me to put three in the front. I thought I was going crazy. How could three possibly fit in the front? I pushed the existing two further in with all my might. The friction made my nether regions wet. Then I felt like I had created a little more space. After thoroughly lubricating the last plug-in with saliva, I took a deep breath and forcefully shoved it into my canal. Ah~ Hmm!~ I got it in! Wow! I actually got it in! A dull, throbbing ache followed. I held it with my hand, pushing inwards, and stood up straight, inhaling and sucking in my stomach to help. I thought I'd just get used to it. To avoid regretting it, I immediately locked the chastity cage. With a click, I knew there was no turning back. Looking back in the box, there were several chains, ankle cuffs, and thigh rings. I checked the instructions and understood. I first picked up two thigh rings, put them on each leg, and pulled them up to the base of my thighs. I connected them to the iron rings at the bottom of the chastity cage and the chains with small brass locks. There was also a short chain, about the length of an index finger, connecting the two thigh rings in the middle, strictly limiting my stride. Then came two iron rings above my knees. Each ring had a leather lining inside to prevent skin abrasion. They were also connected by a small chain, slightly longer than the chain for the thigh rings. Finally, there were two ankle cuffs for my ankles. The chain in the middle was of normal length. Two longer chains on the sides connected to the knee rings. But wouldn't the ankle cuffs be visible? Was I supposed to walk around in public wearing ankle cuffs? I looked in the box and saw a few more chains, meant to connect the chastity cage, bra, and waist cincher. After locking all the chains, with countless small locks on my body, I couldn't open any of them without the keys. Everything was connected into one whole. The box still contained a dress, a pair of high heels, and a pair of stockings. I took out the dress and put it on. It was a pale yellow maxi dress that looked absolutely stunning with my voluminous hair. It had an off-the-shoulder top, the cuffs had a slightly puffed sleeve design, with a touch of lace trim for a subtle detail. The dress featured a faint floral pattern, and its length fell just past my ankles, covering the shackles on my feet. The breathable mesh lining underneath ensured I wouldn’t feel stuffy even while wearing the chastity belt, My shoes are strappy high-heeled sandals; the 13-centimeter heel beautifully accentuates the arch of my foot. The thin, rope-like straps extend all the way down to my calves, adding an extra sense of restraint even with the ankle cuffs on. Paired with ultra-thin, invisible stockings, the look is truly sexy. In the mirror, I see a graceful, next-door girl in a pale yellow off-the-shoulder maxi dress. The fabric is incredibly comfortable and drapes beautifully; the off-the-shoulder style pairs perfectly with the beige collar. The small heart-shaped lock in the center is exquisitely crafted, accentuating my collarbone and making it look even sexier. The tight corset cinches my waist, making it look even slimmer, and lifts my bust. Combined with this push-up steel bra, my cleavage is fully exposed, and my two round breasts are perfectly cradled yet partially concealed by the dress—truly a sight to behold. Below the waistline, the loose skirt falls naturally with subtle, organic pleats, perfectly concealing the ankle cuffs and the secrets beneath. My slender ankles and the taut lines of the tops of my feet look stunning, along with my pristine toes and perfectly arched insteps. Next, I’ll apply some light makeup, pick out a pair of delicate earrings, and grab a small calfskin handbag—then I’m ready to head out. Finally, I counted the small locks on my body: one for the collar, one on the bra, two on each side connecting the corset—four in total, two on each side connecting the corset to the chastity belt—four in total, two connecting the chastity belt to the thigh rings, two on the center chain, two at the knees, and two at the ankle cuffs—a total of 18 locks! Oh my God! I glanced at my best friend, who was still staring blankly at the suitcase with a troubled look on her face. I peered inside. The first thing I saw was a note: “Strip completely naked, then stuff your own panties, Xiao Yue’s panties, and a pair of stockings into your mouth and seal it with a cloth.” My best friend’s face flushed red as she lowered her head, and I started gloating, “See? Who was so eager to follow these instructions?” . Without another word, I started stripping my best friend’s clothes off—in no time, she was completely naked. Then I pulled out a pair of pantyhose she’d left at my place when she was too lazy to wash them; they’d been sitting there for at least two days, which smelled just as bad as the pair I’d worn before. I added my own panties—which I’d just taken off—and shoved them forcefully into her mouth, then sealed it shut with black duct tape. To cover it up a bit, I took out a face mask and put it on her. Just as she tried to struggle, I subdued her and shoved it back in. Now she had her eyes closed, fighting back the urge to gag. “It’s your own fault for being too lazy to wash them. Otherwise, any pair I grabbed at random would be cleaner than yours,” I said. I’m a pro at pranking my best friend—I couldn’t just let her off that easily. Next up was a pair of flesh-colored, open-crotch, form-fitting pantyhose. My best friend’s face turned bright red, but she put them on without a word. Oh~ I gave her thigh a hard squeeze—I couldn’t even get a grip. The pantyhose clung tightly to her skin, incredibly smooth. The stockings were really high-quality, which annoyed me so much that I gave her butt another hard squeeze, triggering a wave of her moans. The top part of the bodysuit was just like a regular shirt, with the neckline reaching her collarbone, though it was sleeveless. The bottom part was the stockings attached to the waistband, [Indescribable] had a wide open crotch—meaning her [indescribable] and anus were completely exposed to the air. Plus, since I’d shaved her earlier, she was incredibly smooth. The instructions in the box continued: Turtle Shell Bondage + Japanese Back-Hand Restraint. Okay! Without further ado, I started tying up my best friend. First, I did a Tortoise Shell Bind, and took the opportunity to teach her how to self-tie—otherwise, without me around, she’d be bored to death on her own. The Tortoise Shell Bind is probably one of the simplest self-bondage techniques; she can totally handle it on her own. (I’ve briefly outlined the steps before—for details, check out Rope Master No. 48’s demonstration video or the many other tutorials out there; I won’t go into it again here.) The full-body tightness of the Tortoise Shell Bind lets every inch of skin feel the rope’s presence. The rope’s tight grip against the skin provides an inexplicable sense of security, and the Tortoise Shell Bind is very practical for going out—it can be easily hidden under clothes, so it’s completely invisible from the outside. I deliberately tightened the Tortoise Shell Bind on my best friend over and over again, until the ropes below were almost digging into [the unmentionable], and I even tied two special knots—one rubbing against [the unmentionable] and the other against her anus. The friction between these two such tender spots must have felt amazing. “Ah~! It hurts, mmm~! ” It wasn’t until my best friend cried out in pain that I stopped tightening it. Hearing her moans, I knew she was already aroused and starting to feel something down there. Then there was another latex outfit, different from the black one, this one was a full-body transparent yellow. It felt much thinner than the black one. This one was completely open in the crotch. The hood had openings for the mouth, nose, and eyes. Besides the two outfits, there was also a chastity belt. It was made of stainless steel with a rubberized edge to prevent skin damage. At the anus, there was a gourd-shaped beaded plug. The front had a drainage hole, and it was secured with a metal lock. Then there were a pair of ballet high heels with strap designs, and a pair of shackles, heavier than my old ones, with a slightly longer chain in the middle, glinting with metallic luster. There were two black corset vests, and a Taser with five pads. As for why I knew all this, it was all thanks to that Boss Huang. Then came the main event. Beneath the box's compartments, there was a K9 kneeling rack, all shiny silver. It was a rectangular frame with iron chains extending from each of the four corners, attaching to a central collar. At the front bottom, there were two open iron rings. On the rear bottom frame, there were two larger iron rings. In the middle, there was also something connecting to the sides, like a chastity belt, which seemed to be a waist ring. I understood! Once the head was secured by the front collar, the two lower rings could lock and secure the hands. The two larger rear rings were for the shackles, also secured to the frame. The middle part was the waist belt, also with a lock. The whole setup was for kneeling like a dog, completely still. I used all my might to push it into the bedroom. I glanced While my best friend was still fast asleep—it seems yesterday really wore her out; even all that noise didn’t wake her up—I put the new gear I’d just received in the storage room and tidied it away, pretending nothing had happened. Then I made a simple sandwich for breakfast and poured her a glass of hot milk. Of course, I’d added a little something to the milk—a tiny dose of sleeping pills to help her sleep even more soundly, so I could help her put on her gear. “Xiaotong, time to get up for breakfast. I even made you some milk.” Xiaotong opened her eyes very reluctantly, but the look on her face showed she was still hungry—she swallowed hard. “What time is it? Why are you waking me up? It’s the weekend—let me sleep in a little longer. “Hey~ don’t untie the ropes—it’s comfortable like this.” I was just about to untie her so she could eat breakfast on her own, but she was actually reluctant. “Then how are you supposed to eat like that?” ” Xiaotong tilted her head cutely. “Then feed me, but I’m not hungry—just some milk will do.” Sigh, I really can’t stand this, but for the surprise coming later, I let her drink the whole glass of milk. Looks like she was really thirsty. After eating a little something myself, I freshened up a bit. I had two sets of gear, after all—I was going to enjoy myself properly too. But first, I had to take care of Xiaotong. Back in the room, sure enough, Xiaotong was sleeping like a log and had even started snoring. After untying her, I carried her to the bathroom for a quick wash and shaved her hair while I was at it. I also administered the enema solution, but since she was asleep and couldn’t expel it, I inserted a butt plug to keep it in for now. Then I carried her back to the bed. Completely naked, Xiao Tong lay spread-eagled, her lower body bare, her skin smooth and supple. There wasn’t a single ounce of excess fat on her entire body, and her lower abdomen was slightly rounded—it seemed the enema solution and the milk she’d just drunk were taking effect. Her two round breasts swayed freely across her chest, nearly blinding me with their movement. I took out that transparent rubber suit to try it on Xiao Tong, but found it was hard to even get her feet in. I searched online for tutorials—people either used lubricant or baby powder. Luckily, I had some baby powder at home. After applying it evenly to my best friend’s body, her skin looked even whiter. I unzipped the long zipper on the back of the transparent rubber suit—which ran from the hood all the way down to [indescribable]— she slipped her feet in first and they reached the bottom smoothly. I slowly pulled the suit up for her, covering her buttocks once it reached her waist. Next came her arms, but this time I had to stretch the suit a bit, The overall length wasn’t quite enough, so I had to forcefully stretch the waist area to get her arms into the sleeves. I did this quietly, taking care not to make too much noise. I flipped my best friend over so she was lying face-down on the bed, then straddled her—holding one of her arms with one hand and pulling the suit with the other—until it was fully on. After stretching it out, getting the second arm in was relatively easy. Thankfully, I’d watched the tutorial and applied baby powder beforehand; otherwise, due to the tight compression of the suit, I wouldn’t have been able to get even one foot in. Once her arms and legs were secured, I flipped her over again to put the hood on. All that was left was the zipper—and that’s when things got really tough. There was still at least half a finger’s width of gap between the two sides of the zipper. I exerted every ounce of strength I had, forcefully squeezing the flesh on my best friend’s chest inward—leaving not a single bit of space—then compressing her abdomen, mimicking the posture of sticking out her chest and sucking in her stomach, until I finally managed to zip it up. My best friend lay flat on the bed, her slender arms tightly constricted by the rubber suit, the contours of her thighs even more firm and sleek, and the lines along her inner thighs were even more taut, forming a near-straight line all the way down to her ankles. Aside from the slight contours of muscle on her calves and knees, her buttocks—supported by the suit’s contours—appeared even rounder, firmer, and more pertly lifted. The waistline hugged her perfectly, Her breasts were forcibly squeezed together. Oh, I finally understood what those little holes I’d seen earlier on the chest area were for—they allowed both nipples to protrude perfectly through them. It was exactly what I wanted. Viewed from the side, her curvy figure—protruding in front and curving out back—really made even me, as a girl, drool with desire. The hood fits her head perfectly with not a single gap, and her hair can be pulled out through the zipper at the back. I tied Xiao Tong’s hair into a high ponytail to make her look even more like a pet. Next, of course, it was time to put her on the frame. I first held her on the floor, then placed her on my lap and supported her while locking the metal ring around her waist, ensuring the frame could bear her weight. To help her kneel for longer, I placed a rug under the frame—it also eases the pressure on her hands and feet. The waist ring is connected to the four corners of the frame by chains, so there’s no need to worry about weight capacity. Once her waist was secured, my best friend was suspended from the frame, with her hands, feet, and head hanging naturally toward the ground, Next came her head. I secured her head to the frame by locking it through a collar, which was also connected by chains to the four corners of the front frame—she couldn’t move at all unless the locks were released. Next came her hands. The handcuffs consisted of a very thick iron plate, the same width as the bottom of the frame. It featured two curved sections designed to fit around both wrists. The plate was pressed against the bottom of the frame, trapping both hands in between, perfectly matching the two curves of the plate. Screws are then tightened on both sides, securing her hands to the stainless steel frame so they become one with it. Since the two screws on each side are positioned at a certain distance from her hands, it’s impossible for her to loosen them on her own. The same principle applies to the feet: a wider, heavier metal plate—resembling a shackle—has two curved sections that fit snugly around the ankles and lock onto the frame; once the screws are tightened, both feet are secured to the frame. However, the distance between the legs is wider than that between the hands, The legs are spread apart and secured on either side of the frame, with a distance similar to that of the crossbar on a forced-spread leg cuff. After securing them, the chain around her waist was shortened slightly to distribute the weight more evenly. Now my best friend was clad head-to-toe in a transparent latex suit, with her hands and head locked in front of her, her elbows hanging naturally at her sides, and her breasts hanging freely. her nipples protruding through small holes in the suit; her waist was suspended in place, her buttocks thrust backward and appearing even more uplifted due to the suit’s constriction; her legs were spread wide, and the opening at the bottom of the suit leaves her [indescribable] and anus completely exposed with no cover whatsoever—which also makes it convenient for me to do certain things. This position is also perfect for someone to take her from behind, though I don’t have the right equipment for that yet—we’ll save that for next time. Oh, there’s another cool gadget—a stun gun—that I haven’t used yet. I took a look at the included manual, which says it has four modes: one is continuous output with adjustable intensity; another is intermittent output, delivering short bursts of current in rapid succession with adjustable intensity; one is random output, where both the current strength and duration are completely random and cannot be manually controlled; and finally, the most interesting one: sound-activated output, which detects the volume of surrounding sounds—as long as the loudness exceeds a preset threshold, it triggers a shock. Wow, this is so thrilling—I can’t wait to give it a try. After taking care of my best friend, I didn’t worry about her anymore—she’d be enjoying herself for a while anyway. But with my ballet heels on and the ankle cuffs secured, my toes felt like they were being pricked by needles, and my entire foot felt like it was about to cramp up. Just a moment ago, I’d even squatted down to tease my best friend—I really have to admire myself for that. I’ve been trying my best to shift my weight onto the hand braced against the wall to give my feet a little relief. I need to speed up the self-bondage process; otherwise, if the pain gets so bad later that I can’t walk and end up regretting it, all my hard work will be for nothing. Walking with a wobble in my ballet heels also causes the chain attached to my breasts to sway from side to side. Every sway tugs at my nipples—the sensation is absolutely exquisite, as if several hands were constantly squeezing my nipples back and forth, never letting up. It’s truly a mix of pain and pleasure. When I got to the fridge, I saw that the keys were frozen solid. Then I put on the gag and locked the padlock myself—the keys were already inside the ice, so there’s absolutely no way to open it anytime soon. I’d already deprived myself of the right to speak, so I could only whimper like a dog. First, I had to wet this massive gag with my saliva before I could open my mouth as wide as possible to shove it in. The rubber material was very elastic, and I’d specifically bought it in a cute pink color. There are three small holes on both the front and back of the gag, allowing my saliva to shamefully seep out and drip slowly. This gag is simply too big; once I put it on, I can’t close my mouth at all, so I can only let my saliva flow unchecked. My mouth is already starting to get a little wet. After taking out the ice cubes, I also needed to hang them with a small mesh cord. The bottom is open mesh, and the top has a cotton string that can be looped around my hand. Since I had someone remove the fixture where our large chandelier used to hang, the hanging ring up there can withstand a lot of weight—it’ll definitely hold one person just fine. I’ll use the rope to hang my hands from it in a moment. No time to waste—I folded the rope in half, tied a slipknot, and slowly pulled it up to secure it to the hook. This way, it’s fixed in place and won’t swing too much. Then I tied a knot in the hanging end of the rope to secure the handcuffs, Then I pulled the knot upward until it was out of reach of both my hands. After making sure I couldn’t untie it, I used the loop at the top to adjust the height of the handcuffs. One last step remained: I tied my [indescribable] to the base of my thigh with a short piece of rope, pressing it firmly against [indescribable], then thread the ice cubes through the hook above and hang them next to the handcuffs. I moved the surrounding tables and chairs out of the way so I couldn’t climb up—even in ballet heels, I couldn’t climb without holding onto the wall, but I had to eliminate that possibility entirely. Climbing the ladder bit by bit had already been incredibly difficult, and my feet were starting to ache slightly. I had to hurry. Once everything was ready, I checked the rope’s strength—it was secure enough that I wouldn’t fall halfway up. I slowly walked to the base of the rope in the middle of the living room, keeping my balance steady. First, I secured one hand in the handcuffs, then pulled the rope and used the slipknot at the top to adjust the height of the handcuffs. I couldn’t be so lax with myself; if I’m going to do this, I have to go all the way. I gave the rope a sharp tug, unfastened the [indescribable device] strapped to my thigh, and abruptly cranked it to the highest setting. I slipped my other hand into the shackle and clicked it shut—there was no turning back now. I felt my arms stretched to their limit, every part of my lower body being tugged by the rope. My toes on the floor shared the weight with my hands, while the ballet heels on my feet forced my insteps to remain straight. With my toes touching the ground—and the added pull of the rope—I was left balancing solely on my toes. Under normal circumstances, the heel would still bear some of the weight—at least the shoe would function as a whole—but now that I’ve been pulled higher, I can feel the heel lifting slightly off the ground. I tried to adjust the length of the rope by stepping down, but it was impossible; I was tied up too tightly. I’d have to climb a ladder just to reach it. I hung there in despair, Saliva from the gag slowly welled up and dripped through the three small holes at the front, splashing onto the floor. The [indescribable] below was being violently thrusted—it wouldn’t stop until the power went out. No one could help me, because my best friend had absolutely no way of freeing herself from that K9 frame. If I couldn’t break free from my restraints either, she would surely be electrocuted until she collapsed. Combined with the incontinence from [indescribable], she must have already exhausted a great deal of her energy. Gradually, I began to feel pleasure as well, [Indescribable] kept teasing my [indescribable], making me moan with pleasure, but the massive gag blocked my mouth, so I could only make “Mmm~ Mmm~ Mmmmm~~~~” sounds. For a perverted M like me, pain is also a kind of pleasure, I only get the chance to self-bondage like this on weekends at home, but now I have an M who’s even more insatiable than I am, giving me another opportunity to be a part-time S—double the pleasure is pure bliss. My entire body is wrapped in a tight latex suit. Even while lying in an environment filled with pressure, I can still feel a hint of relaxation—I just love this feeling of being squeezed. The corset mercilessly cinches my waist; my normal breathing has been restricted, and I have to exert effort just to take a breath as deep as a normal person’s. If only there were a mirror in front of me, this figure is absolutely sizzling—a stunning young woman with an explosive figure, perky breasts, and curves in all the right places. Suspended in the living room, my hands are completely immobilized, her super-high heels elongating her legs—slender calves without a trace of excess fat. The studded dildo beneath the latex suit is thrust deep inside her, massaging her wildly; the studs strike the inner walls of her vagina , as well as her G-spot. Combined with high-frequency vibrations—several nubs rubbing back and forth thousands of times per second—and the anal plug pressing against her from behind to intensify the pressure up front, these nubs ran wild. The relentless, intense vibrations gradually aroused my body, and my body began to tremble in response. The feeble tremors caused the nipple clamps to sway; my nipples, protruding through the small holes in the rubber suit, were absolutely helpless against the clamps’ punishment. All the pressure from the clamps was concentrated on that tiny area—Mmm~ Uh~ Uh~ Uh~ Mmm~! The stimulation of my nipples and the pleasure below had already made me forget the pain in my feet and hands. In an instant, I reached my first orgasm. The relentless vibrations that followed drove me to despair; even after my first climax, they continued to push me higher. Soaring to the clouds, my face flushed crimson as I gasped for breath in great, ragged breaths, saliva constantly dripping from my mouth, and my private parts were also leaking with each wave of pleasure, trickling down the massive dildo, passing through the locked chastity belt, and dripping onto the floor. A large portion had already flowed into my pants, soaking everything—my thighs felt sticky and extremely uncomfortable. I don’t know how many orgasms I’d gone through. Each time, I’d be so exhausted that I’d fall asleep, wanting to just collapse onto the floor. But the moment I relaxed, the weight on my hands became too much—they’d already left a very noticeable red mark from the pressure—which instantly snapped me back to consciousness, forcing me to endure the [indescribable] impact all over again. This went on and on. I glanced up at the ice cubes. Since we were in an air-conditioned room, they were melting slowly even in the summer. The ice was still dripping water bit by bit. I saw the head of the key poking out—it had melted less than halfway. Oh my God, this was torture. I had no idea how much longer this would go on. My wrists had long since started to burn with pain, and my toes were on the verge of giving out—they’d already gone numb. If this kept up, I was afraid I’d collapse and die from exhaustion in this endless cycle. My best friend had also gone silent; I didn’t know if she’d fainted. I glanced at the ice lock—oh no! Something even worse was about to happen. the mesh bag I’d chosen for the ice cubes was a bit too big. Once the ice melted, the key would likely fall through the holes in the mesh. If that happened, I wouldn’t be able to unlock the handcuffs on my wrists, nor could I unlock anything else—I’d die from endless orgasms. There was still a third of the ice block left. I struggled to wriggle my body, trying to grab the ice with my hands, but I couldn’t move too much. Ah! Ding! A key had already fallen through. Thank goodness—it was the chastity belt key. I stretched my arm as far as I could and stood on my tiptoes, reaching over the mesh to grab the ice block. Thankfully, I managed to get it; as long as I held the key in my hand, it definitely wouldn’t slip away. But I’d been far too naive. The heat absorbed by the melting ice was nothing like I’d imagined. Even through a layer of latex gloves, the chill seeping into my hand was still unbearable. After all, with four keys frozen inside, the ice block was at least twice as big as a regular one. If it hadn’t melted at all, my hand might not have been able to hold it; now that a third of it was gone, I took a look—the key to the handcuffs was on the inside, except for the one that had fallen out. Of the remaining three keys, the tips of two were already visible. What is this? I was starting to panic a little, and my best friend was having an even worse time—she was screaming like a pig being slaughtered! AAAAAHHHHH!!!! Nooooo!! Master, I’m sorry!! Nooooo!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!! Stop! Stop! Stop!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!! The Master replied to us in a naughty tone, “Don’t worry! “This is just your first time, so it’s bound to hurt a bit. Once you get used to it, you’ll love the feeling. Just bear with it for a bit~” That “bear with it” was truly evil—I could tell the Master was doing this on purpose, and that response was way over the top! Slowly, I began to feel a bulge in my lower abdomen. I could tell I was completely soaked down there—except for my flower bud, which was empty, water was pouring in everywhere. I felt like a water bag being forcibly filled. Gradually, my bladder was the first to give out. The urge to pee shot straight to my brain; my entire bladder felt like it was about to explode. “ Master! Master!! I can’t hold it anymore! I’m going to pee!! Quick!! Stop right now!!” My Master acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, continuing to tease my best friend right beside me, making her moan with pleasure in waves that rose and fell in unison with his. “Mmm~ Master~ Not there, please~~ Oh~~~ That feels so good, Master~ Master, no!! No!!, Mmm~~~. Meanwhile, I was at my wits’ end. The catheter kept filling with urine—it just wouldn’t stop. My mind wouldn’t let me just let it out like that, and with the catheter in place, I couldn’t exert any pressure at all—I simply couldn’t urinate normally. I felt like my bladder was about to explode; sweat was pouring down my face. Then, it felt as if countless needles were piercing my bladder—the swelling and pain were unbearable. No! No! Stop! Ah, Master! Help me! I can’t hold it anymore! I really can’t hold it anymore! Master!!! Ah!! I can’t take it anymore. I felt an excruciating pain surge through me—I’d reached the absolute limit of my endurance. Splash! The water stopped flowing into the catheter because the pressure and contractions in my bladder forced it back out, gushing down the catheter in a torrent. Mmm~~~ Ah~~~~~! It feels so good! I’ve lost count of how much water Master has forced into me, but I’ve never felt the urge to pee this strongly in my entire life. In an instant, the euphoria of releasing that gushing stream of urine surged through me—it’s so exhilarating! So comfortable! This feeling!! I’m so happy!! I emptied my bladder completely in no time. Then, my Master fitted me with a forced mouth-opener—it had a plug on the outside to control whether my mouth opened or closed. My tongue was pinned down by an iron ring inside, forcing my mouth wide open to its absolute limit, with metal bars on either side pressing against my upper and lower teeth. The leather straps were tied behind my head and locked by my Master with a small padlock. Then my Master opened the plug at the front of the mouth gag, inserted a small tube—about the thickness of a straw—and began letting water flow slowly. Mmm! Waaah~ I protested to my Master. The water kept filling my mouth—I didn’t want to swallow it. Mmm~~ Cough, cough, cough, cough~~ I was caught off guard and choked on a mouthful. My Master gently stroked my head. “Drink slowly, okay! “This is specially prepared water with a diuretic and a pinch of salt. You haven’t eaten or drunk anything all day yesterday, so you must be thirsty now. Drink it up properly, okay? If you don’t drink it and end up choking, it’s not my problem—you’re the ones who’ll suffer.” ” I was forced to swallow it, and the coughing from choking continued. The water kept flowing nonstop, showing no sign of stopping. My master went to prepare some for Xiaotong as well. Xiaotong had just gone through a full release—it must have felt incredibly good, because she was even moaning. so I had no choice but to obediently swallow this specially prepared water little by little. But the enema at my anus still hadn’t stopped. I could feel my lower abdomen slightly bulging, with a dull, aching sensation. Now that I’d drunk so much water, I was gradually starting to feel uncomfortable, but I couldn’t move a muscle to relieve myself. The swelling down there grew worse, and the urge to go became more and more intense. I glanced down and could already feel my lower abdomen bulging; my anus was in excruciating pain, desperate to push something out, but it was directly blocked by the thick tube, and water kept flowing in—I simply couldn’t break through. My whole body was locked in place—I couldn’t even wiggle my hips to ease the discomfort. Staring at the ceiling, my stomach hurt more and more—worse than when I’d eaten something bad—and the urge to go grew stronger by the second. Master! Master! I can’t take it anymore! I need to go! My Master slowly walked over and abruptly pulled out the hose below me. I thought I’d be able to enjoy the pleasurable sensation of defecation just like [indescribable], but… Huh??! Something’s wrong. No matter how hard I strained, the anal plug wouldn’t budge. I gave my anus a sudden, forceful push—Ah! !! The pain at my anus felt like being pricked by a needle—I screamed out loud! Seeing my agonized scream, my Master said, “Don’t even try to push the anal plug out through defecation, okay?” “There are barbs on it that’ll catch on your anus, you know~ I told you, I control all your bodily functions. You’ll only go when I say it’s time!” I grit my teeth against the excruciating pain in my abdomen and dared not strain any further. Ah! Another wave of pain hit—this time at the opening of my urethra. Oh my God! My urethra was blocked too—but I’d still been drinking water. What should I do? Was I going to have to hold it in again? It felt like a long, thin rod was blocking my urethra; this long object reached deep inside me. I whimpered, trying to beg my Master not to make me drink any more water. but my still-unrelieved anus made me suffer even more. I kept forcing the enema fluid back down—the more I held it in, the more my lower abdomen ached. My entire lower abdomen had already swollen up; anyone who didn’t know better would think I was pregnant. By now I was drenched in sweat, with fine beads of sweat constantly beading on my forehead. I was still waiting for that moment of release, but my Master showed no intention of helping me relieve myself. Instead, he turned his attention to my best friend, who was also in agony, screaming loudly! “Ah!! Master!! My… my lower body hurts so much! “No! Don’t go in there! No!! Ah!!!! Ah!!” My best friend’s screams were completely useless; they were merely a way for her to vent the fear and pain she was feeling. After the Master fitted my best friend with the forced collar and the enema tube, he turned and walked out, leaving behind the pleasant sound of his high heels. The two naked beauties lay on the cold metal restraint table, locked in place one by one with countless iron rings. Their snow-white skin was completely bare and incredibly smooth; their breasts swayed naturally across their chests, tethered by iron rings, their arms were pinned wide open on either side of their bodies in the shape of the Chinese character “大,” completely immobilized—only their fingers could move slightly. Forced-opening gags tightly sealed their mouths, preventing them from speaking and leaving their tongues immobilized, while a slender tube continuously injected water into their mouths, Below, their two tender, smooth, and slender thighs were forcibly spread apart and locked in a “大” shape on either side. All three orifices down below were filled with devices: first, a urethral plug; then, forced vaginal dilation; and at the anus, a massive plug was locked in place, with only its iron head protruding and secured on the outside. Accompanied by the rhythmic click-clack of high heels, the Master returned. Mmm!! Mmm-mmm-mmm~~ Mmm-mmm~! I desperately tried to make a sound to get the Master’s attention, and sure enough, the Master walked toward me. Hmm? It looked like he was holding something in his hand—wasn’t he coming to release me? Waaah!!! Mmm-mmm-mmm~~~ Waaah! Waaah-waaah! My nipples were clamped down hard by nipple clamps, positioned right on the most sensitive spots. The pain made me want to scream, but I just couldn’t make a sound—Waaah!!!! Next, my clit was clamped down too. Is this some new toy? As soon as my clit was stimulated, my body reacted immediately—both clits instantly became rock-hard. Two clamps were also attached to my [indescribable] parts, one above and one below. What kind of training is this? Then, two sticky substances that looked like ointment were applied to the inner thighs. What are these? Then my rounded lower abdomen—haha~ haha~—and then the soles of my feet. Master even took the opportunity to tickle the soles of my feet, making me so itchy. What is this? Sticking so many things all over my body. Master said mischievously, “My dear little bitch, what’s coming next is going to be very stimulating, you’d better hold on.” After saying that, he removed the water tube from my mouth. After swallowing the last sip of water, he stuffed a gag into my mouth. I sensed something was wrong—this “thrill” definitely wasn’t meant to help me release the water from my lower abdomen. I felt like I’d played with these patches somewhere before. Ah!!!!!! No! It’s a stun gun! Just as I realized this, a powerful current surged through me. My body shook violently. The clamps on my breasts also had electrodes, and the current kept surging through them. [Indescribable] was electrified and couldn’t stop trembling, my breasts, though locked in place, couldn’t stop swaying, and [the unmentionable]—unable to move—also began to tremble. The most terrifying part was the two electrode pads on the soles of my feet; it felt like the current was shooting straight into the soles, such a sensitive spot—it felt both itchy and painful all at once. Combined with the pain in my lower abdomen and the two electrode pads there, I began to tremble uncontrollably, intensifying my pain. The current in the soles of my feet made me incredibly itchy; I wanted to scratch but couldn’t, and I wanted to laugh but couldn’t. [Indescribable] ached faintly; my entire body was being baptized by electric currents. I was completely immobilized yet trembling violently and endlessly. This complex sensation was utterly terrifying. The Master brought over a headpiece and [Indescribable] it onto the outside of the metal frame. My vision went completely dark. Waaah!! Waaah!! Waaah! ! Waaah!!! I was submerged in an endless current—on one side was pain, on another was aroused desire, on yet another was the agonizing urge to relieve myself that I couldn’t, and then there was [indescribable]—that endless [indescribable]. Countless sensations converged simultaneously, making me feel unbearably miserable. Waaah!! ! Waaah~~ Waaah!! Waaah!!!! My Master still wasn’t satisfied; he slowly turned up the current. My whole body trembled even more violently. I wanted to break free from this iron restraint bed! But it’s impossible—this is a terrifying nightmare. The ever-stronger current surges toward me; [indescribable] has already been [indescribable] by the electricity. I feel my saliva flowing uncontrollably, and worst of all, both of my lower orifices are completely blocked, Everyone knows that electric shocks that are too strong or last too long can cause incontinence—you simply can’t control yourself. I felt like I was about to lose it. I was pinned down tightly by the iron restraint bed; the intensity of the shocks made me struggle and tremble violently, but it was no use, I could no longer feel my fingers. I kept screaming, “Ugh! Ah!!!! Waaah!” ! Mmm~~ But my Master remained completely unmoved, not making a single sound, as if he wasn’t even there. My best friend’s movements were even more vigorous, shaking the iron restraint bed back and forth. One part must have come loose because it was creaking, “Click, click.” Wuuu!! Wuuu!!! Wuuu!! ! Mmm-mmm-mmm!!!! My Master still wasn’t satisfied, so he grabbed a dildo and started thrusting it forcefully into my vagina. Because [indescribable] had a forced vaginal dilator, with electric clamps attached to the top and bottom of my vulva, leaving the middle completely vacuum-sealed, the dildo slid in and out, in and out, while my Master’s other hand continued to tease my [indescribable area], kneading it relentlessly!! Ah! Waaah! I desperately wanted to scream, “No, please don’t!” !! I immediately reached my first orgasm. My body was completely arched; if it weren’t for this restraint bed, I would definitely be thrashing about. This merciless iron frame—a overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over me. Right now, I didn’t feel safe at all in this metal restraint bed.