The team leader, I'm taking a leave of absence. Yes, the boss tied me up again.

Yang Xiaolin arrived at the office around 8:50 AM, as usual. As soon as she sat down, her phone pinged with a new message. "Who is it, messaging so early in the morning?" Xiaolin mumbled, picking up her phone. But as soon as she saw the sender's name, she knew exactly what was going on. "Han Yixuan..." Xiaolin felt a wave of exasperation, thinking, "She's probably been tied up by the boss again." Swiping to unlock, the message in the chat window read: "Sister Xiaolin, I'd like to request a leave of absence..." Then, another photo was sent. In the picture, Han Yixuan had exquisite eye makeup on and her lips were painted with lipstick. However, she was biting on a red ball gag. Wearing a black mini-dress, her upper body was wrapped in ropes, tightly bound by cords above and below her breasts. Her hands were tied behind her back, clasped together. Han Yixuan had to strain to turn sideways to her full-length mirror, holding her phone with her bound hands to take the picture. Through the mirror, we could also see her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, bound together. Four rope loops were wrapped around her calves, and three more loops encircled her legs from her knees to her thighs. The black high heels placed nearby proved she hadn't even had time to put on her shoes before being tied up like this. If only her eyes weren't uncovered, she wouldn't have been able to request leave today and would have been marked as absent without leave. "Alright," Xiaolin replied with a sigh of resignation, approving her leave request. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Han Yixuan kicked her bound legs, wriggling her body towards the shoe rack. Since the lower shelf of the shoe rack had enough height to accommodate shoes, she didn't have to worry about whether she could reach the scissors inside. By the time Han Yixuan wriggled to the shoe rack, she was already panting, lying on the floor for a long time to recover, with a lot of drool dripping onto the floor tiles near her mouth. Adjusting her position, Han Yixuan stretched her legs under the shoe cabinet, kicking away the shoes that were in the way. Her toes finally touched the handle of the scissors. Clenching the scissors with her toes, Han Yixuan began to drag the scissors out from under the shoe rack bit by bit by shifting her hips. Seeing the scissors finally see the light of day, Han Yixuan cried out happily, immediately rolled onto her side, grabbed the scissors with her hands tied behind her back, and began to fumble with the scissors, reaching for the rope tied around her wrists. "Mmm..." With the gag in her mouth, drool dripped down her cheek as she lay on her side. Because her hands were reaching inwards, the scissors poked into the rope, but her fingers found it difficult to exert enough force to cut through it. At this moment, Han Yixuan couldn't help but mentally complain about movies and TV shows. Ropes weren't that easy to untie! If she ever met those actresses in movies who could escape restraints, she would definitely make them try to escape when they were tied up like she was now! Complaints aside, although she had the scissors, the time had already reached 11 o'clock. Only 1 hour remained until the final deadline! Unable to use her hands to cut, Han Yixuan had no choice but to grip the scissors as tightly as she could and then use the blades to "saw" back and forth, hoping this method would work. Fortunately, although slow, it was effective! After about 10 minutes, Han Yixuan clearly felt one of the ropes binding her wrists come loose! "Mmmph! Mmmph!" The historic progress made Han Yixuan, lying on the floor, sit up against the wall. The constant friction and sawing had made her wrists and fingers sore, but watching the second hand tick by, Han Yixuan, biting on the gag, panted heavily and continued her previous actions. The recent success had greatly encouraged her, and the subsequent progress became smoother. The second and third ropes successively came off her wrists, and the restraints on her wrists became very loose. Han Yixuan put down the scissors and began to struggle with all her might, biting down on the gag and exerting force! Her left hand was finally pulled free from the loops of rope! "Finally, success!" Han Yixuan shouted in her mind, leaning her head against the wall, panting "Mmm... mmm..." in her mouth. She looked at the clock on the wall: 11:40. With 20 minutes left, this amount of time was more than enough to untie the ropes on her body. Han Yixuan's hands were now free. She untied the ropes binding her upper body and threw them aside, removed the gag from her mouth, and hung it around her neck. Looking at her legs, which were tied together, she reached out and touched the rope on her legs. A smile involuntarily appeared on Han Yixuan's lips. She didn't choose to untie the ropes on her legs, but instead, she stood up, holding onto the wall, and began to hop back to the bedroom. She found her phone and sat on the bed to call Yang Xiaolin. Yang Xiaolin looked at the caller ID and answered with a smile, "Yo, you succeeded." She was being cautious with her words because she was in the office. Han Yixuan said proudly, "Don't forget the performance bonus you promised!" Han Yixuan looked at the company boss, usually so serious and diligent, who now, in private, alone with her, had shed his defenses and pretense, reverting to the demeanor of a young man. Han Yixuan tiptoed and kissed Wang Peng's cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck and saying, "My dear, you always think of everything." Wang Peng's nose twitched proudly, "Hmph, of course." After lingering by the door for a while, they walked inside hand in hand. Han Yixuan intended to remove her silk gloves, but Wang Peng had already taken her hand and slowly pulled it behind her back. As she turned her head to speak, Wang Peng kissed her lips. He held her clasped hands with one of his, while his other hand fumbled for something. But she didn't care. Han Yixuan was immersed in the loving kiss, closing her eyes to savor it. As their lips parted and Han Yixuan still had her mouth slightly open, savoring the moment, Wang Peng thrust a ball gag into her mouth with his free hand. A little displeased by Wang Peng's sudden move, Han Yixuan let out a soft "Mmmph," which sounded like a playful whine to Wang Peng's ears. Wang Peng unfurled a rope and draped it over Han Yixuan's wrists, which were already clasped behind her back, waiting. He wound it around, circle by circle, and then tightened it. Pulling the rope upwards, he pressed it against her back and began to wrap it towards her left arm, then across the upper chest, before returning from the right arm to her back. He hooked it onto the rope he was holding with his fingers and then wound it in the opposite direction, returning to her back. The rope below her chest was treated similarly, wrapped twice, and then secured at the back. The rope then passed through the gap between her left arm and body, hooked onto the rope binding her chest from below, and pulled tight within the gap. The same was done for the gap between her right arm and body. Finally, with the remaining rope, Wang Peng draped it over Han Yixuan's left shoulder, passed it across her chest to hook the rope below her breasts, and then returned over her right shoulder to her back, where he tied a knot. With her upper body bound, Wang Peng admired his handiwork, embracing Han Yixuan from behind with satisfaction, his hands still caressing her breasts. "Mmmph... Mmmph..." The ticklish sensation on her chest made Han Yixuan squirm slightly in Wang Peng's arms. She felt the pleasure of her body being tightly restrained by the ropes, yet it still wasn't enough. Wang Peng helped Han Yixuan sit on the edge of the bed and gently lifted and rolled up her long skirt, revealing her slender legs clad in silk stockings and high heels. Wang Peng squatted down and caressed her legs, feeling the texture of the silk stockings. Then, with one hand, he grasped her ankles and gently removed her high heels, revealing her delicate feet encased in silk stockings, her toes curling shyly. A rope loop was placed around her ankles, winding upwards for about five circles. Then, it passed between her legs, vertically binding the previous loops together and tightening them with a knot. Her ankles were bound, followed by her knees and the roots of her thighs. As the final knot at her thighs was tightened, Han Yixuan's entire body was securely bound by the ropes. "Mmmph..." Han Yixuan blinked her eyes, anticipating Wang Peng's next move. Wang Peng let down the long skirt he had rolled up earlier and sighed deeply, saying, "I still have some things to take care of. The business event this afternoon is taking up too much time." Han Yixuan, who had been expecting a more intimate progression, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. However, she understood Wang Peng's predicament and nodded with a muffled sound. "So, do you want to wait for me here, or..." Wang Peng trailed off, a smile playing on his lips. Han Yixuan understood that rather than leaving her to play 'forced inaction' here, Wang Peng, and she herself, would prefer to be together, even with work still pending. So, Han Yixuan let out a muffled sound and tilted her chin towards the door. In Li Zhongli's villa, Xu Mochen sat alone on the bed, wearing a white semi-sheer nightgown. As per Li Zhongli's instructions, her legs were adorned with a pair of over-the-knee white semi-sheer stockings. Between her thighs rested a remotely controlled vibrator. Xu Mochen held a rope, which she was using to bind her tightly pressed legs. Although Li Zhongli had been called back by the Feng family to celebrate the elder's birthday, giving Xu Mochen a rare respite from his Wang Peng nodded with a wry smile, leaving the stage to the three girls. "My dear Xuanxuan, this outfit of yours is perfect for being tied up!" Yang Xiaolin exclaimed excitedly, pulling Han Yixuan into her bedroom, with Xu Moqian following behind. "Sister Xiaolin, why don't you tie up Moqian first? I'd quite like to see her bound," Han Yixuan said, standing by the bed, though she had already consciously placed her hands behind her back. Yang Xiaolin grabbed the rope by the bedside and unfurled it. She pulled Han Yixuan around to face away from her, clasped her crossed wrists in one hand, and looped the rope with the other. "We'll talk about that later. How long has it been since I tied you up?" Yang Xiaolin said, her hands moving non-stop. After securing her wrists, she began to bind her upper body. Feeling Yang Xiaolin's binding, though she didn't say it aloud, Han Yixuan couldn't help but compare the sensations with how Wang Peng had tied her up before. This was something she had never considered before, and she took this opportunity to make a comparison. With the same binding method, perhaps due to the difference in strength between men and women, Yang Xiaolin's binding felt less forceful than Wang Peng's. This resulted in a stronger sense of restraint from Wang Peng's binding. However, due to the difference in their roles, Han Yixuan could feel the love and strong possessiveness in every wrap of the rope when Wang Peng tied her up. Yang Xiaolin's binding, on the other hand, felt more like playful teasing and gentleness between best friends. Han Yixuan was lost in her thoughts, completely unaware that her upper body had been fully bound by Yang Xiaolin. She was then helped to sit on the edge of the bed, and Yang Xiaolin began to bind her legs. "All done! Mission accomplished!" Yang Xiaolin declared triumphantly, clapping her hands. Han Yixuan finally came back to her senses, looking at her legs bound together, her ankles, calves, knees, thighs, and even the very base of her thighs securely tied. In the full-length mirror, her upper body was also tightly restrained, her breasts appearing even more perky, adorned by the rope circles above and below. "Here, open up," Yang Xiaolin said, holding a gag to her lips, coaxing her like a child. Han Yixuan didn't refuse, obediently opening her mouth to take the gag. "Mmmph..." Han Yixuan sat on the edge of the bed, struggling gently. After such a long time, she was once again being bound by the person who had led her into the world of bondage. "How is it? Do you miss my way of tying you up, sister?" Yang Xiaolin asked, smiling as she stroked Han Yixuan's head. Han Yixuan, still gagged, obediently nodded. "See? Doesn't Yixuan look beautiful when she's tied up?" Yang Xiaolin said, taking Xu Moqian's hand and bringing her from the side to stand in front of Han Yixuan. "So... so beautiful..." Xu Moqian's face gradually turned red. "When you're tied up, it' “What are you up to?” Xu Moqian slowly sat up, a mischievous smile on her face. Only then did Yang Xiaolin notice that Xu Moqian had tied her legs—from her ankles all the way up to her thighs. “Mmm…” Yang Xiaolin shook her head, but Xu Moqian didn’t seem to care anymore. “Looks like my Sister Xiaolin is a little resistant to having her mouth gagged by me…” Yang Xiaolin found Xu Moqian’s current tone and demeanor unfamiliar, and she even felt a hint of panic. Xu Moqian took out the gag ball, pressed it against Yang Xiaolin’s small mouth—which was already covered with a handkerchief—and slowly pushed it in until Yang Xiaolin’s mouth was filled with the fabric and her lips sealed around the gag ball. Only then did she tighten the strap and fasten it securely behind her head. “Mmm… mmm…” Yang Xiaolin’s legs were tightly bound together, and her mouth was completely gagged; only her hands, still in handcuffs, remained free. She could swing her arms from side to side and twist her wrists, trying in vain to break free. Xu Moqian gently stroked Yang Xiaolin’s cheek, gave her a light kiss on the forehead, then gripped her arms with both hands, guiding her to slowly turn onto her side until her buttocks lifted off the mattress, and she ended up lying face-down on the bed. During this process, Yang Xiaolin did not struggle or resist violently; she merely twisted her upper body slightly as a token gesture before obediently lying face-down on the bed as Xu Moqian guided her. Facing Xu Moqian, she didn’t want to struggle or resist too fiercely, but she also wanted to see exactly what Xu Moqian intended to do. Once Yang Xiaolin was lying face-down on the bed, her hands—cuffed behind her back—were exposed to Xu Moqian’s view. Xu Moqian picked up the rope and straightened it out. She grasped Yang Xiaolin’s left wrist, looped the rope around it to form a loop, then, while holding her left wrist with the rope, freed her other hand to grab her right wrist and wrap the rope around it. In this way, Xu Moqian bound Yang Xiaolin’s wrists together behind her back with the rope, crisscrossing the strands. After confirming that the rope around her wrists was secure, Xu Moqian took out the key to the handcuffs she had prepared, unlocked the handcuffs, and tossed them aside. She then pulled Yang Xiaolin’s shoulders to turn her body back around, seating her once more on the edge of the bed, which made it easier for Xu Moqian to pull the rope and continue binding her upper body. Yang Xiaolin felt the rope tugging her wrists upward from behind, then passing over her upper chest; a rope also threaded between her arms and torso and was pulled tight, followed by a rope passing beneath her breasts, also pulled tight between her arms and torso. A sensation of tight restraint began to sweep over her entire upper body. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced this feeling. She slowly closed her eyes and, to her surprise, found herself enjoying it a little? Yang Xiaolin shook her head in resignation. She never imagined that after being a female bondage artist and a dominant for so long, she would now be tied up by the submissive she had trained “with her own hands.” “What’s wrong, Sister Xiaolin? Are you uncomfortable somewhere?” Noticing Yang Xiaolin’s gentle shake of the head, Xu Moqian asked with concern. “Mmm…” Yang Xiaolin shook her head again to indicate she was fine, then gently wiggled her body, letting out muffled “mmms” as she protested to Xu Moqian about being tied up—though her protest was, of course, futile. As the knots disappeared behind her back, Xu Moqian let out a long breath. “Mission accomplished!” Looking at the tight, secure bindings on Yang Xiaolin’s body, she stood up and cheered for her first successful attempt at tying someone up! Yang Xiaolin wriggled her upper body to get a feel for the restraints. She hadn’t expected Xu Moqian to tie her up so skillfully—there was absolutely no way she could break free. Watching Xu Moqian happily going about her business right in front of her, Yang Xiaolin could only offer a helpless smile… Oh right, her mouth was gagged, so she couldn’t actually smile. Once the excitement had subsided, Xu Moqian sat down next to Yang Xiaolin, wrapped her arms around her rope-bound body, and said, “Sis Xiaolin, tell me honestly—you’re jealous, aren’t you?” Yang Xiaolin’s heart skipped a beat; she quickly turned her face away and mumbled, “Mmm-mm-mm,” in denial. “I can tell. At the office, I’ve been getting closer to Jiang Yufei—I spend more time with her than I do with you—so you’re upset, aren’t you?” Xu Moqian analyzed. “Hmph…” Yang Xiaolin struggled to shake off Xu Moqian’s arm wrapped around her, but to no avail. “Oh, come on. I’m actually mentoring her. I just joined the company and don’t have much of a foothold in the department yet. She’s an intern who needs to grow quickly, and I need a right-hand person—it’s a perfect fit, isn’t it? It’s also a way to build my own inner circle,” As Xu Moqian spoke, her right hand reached toward Yang Xiaolin’s chest. “The Marketing Department is so busy. With her helping me, I’ll have more time to spend with you, right?” Yang Xiaolin closed her eyes as Xu Moqian began to knead and rub her right breast. Perhaps because she’d never been tied up and teased like this before, Yang Xiaolin soon began to breathe heavily through her nose… Xu Moqian’s hand finally touched her sensitive spot. The slight chill from her hand sent a shiver down Yang Xiaolin’s spine, followed by rapid rubbing! “Wuuuuh!!!” Yang Xiaolin shook her head and writhed, her wrists tightly bound, and the ropes holding her legs together felt tighter the more she struggled. “Strange… why do I… feel… so, so good…” Yang Xiaolin couldn’t stop thinking this in her mind. “No… I should prefer… prefer tying up others… prefer, prefer tormenting others…” “Mmm… mmm…” Yang Xiaolin realized she was making the same soft gasps and moans that Xu Moqian had made when she’d teased her earlier—back when Xu Moqian had been wearing a ball gag. A wave of shame instantly washed over her, She opened her eyes—which had been involuntarily closed due to the physical stimulation—and turned her head slightly, glancing at Xu Moqian out of the corner of her eye while enduring the kneading of her breasts, all the while plotting in her mind how she would deal with her next. Sensing that Yang Xiaolin was watching her, Xu Moqian’s hands finally moved away from her chest. “Why are you looking at me like that, Sister Xiaolin…? It’s kind of scaring me.” With that, she pulled out a blindfold, waved it in front of Yang Xiaolin’s face, and—before Yang Xiaolin could shake her head to refuse it—pressed the blindfold over her eyes, quickly fastening the strap behind her head! “Mmm! Mmm!” Yang Xiaolin was both angry and annoyed. Now that her vision was taken away, every bit of teasing Xu Moqian subjected her to would make her body even more sensitive due to the sensory deprivation! Xu Moqian, who was well-versed in bondage, knew exactly what to do. After blindfolding Yang Xiaolin, she guided her from her seated position by the window into a lying position on the bed. At the same time, to prevent Yang Xiaolin from kicking her legs around later, she used a rope—one end tied to Yang Xiaolin’s together ankles, the other to the foot of the bed. As for her upper body, another rope was tied to the headboard at one end and to the main rope running down the center of her back at the other. Yang Xiaolin lay on the bed, panting heavily; at this moment, she could only resign herself to her fate. “Xu Moqian, you’d better not untie me, or I won’t let you off easily!” Yang Xiaolin vowed fiercely in her heart. “I must reclaim my dignity as an S…” “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh!” A sudden vibration between her legs pressed against her most sensitive spot! Yang Xiaolin instantly felt as if an electric current had surged through her body; she wanted to curl her legs up to push the vibrator away! That’s when the ropes she’d been tied with came into play! Her legs were tied to the foot of the bed, so she couldn’t lift them at all; even when she tried to bend her knees to shift her upper body downward, she was held back by the ropes at the head of the bed. Xu Moqian then took a short rope and tied the vibrator between Yang Xiaolin’s legs, freeing her hands so she could step back a few paces and capture this rare moment on her phone! “I’m going to keep Sister Xiaolin’s look all to myself!” Xu Moqian thought to herself as she scrolled through the photos she’d just taken in her phone’s gallery. “Ugh… ugh…” Yang Xiaolin struggled on the bed, wriggling the hands pinned beneath her and feeling upward with her palms along the rope, hoping to find the knot binding her wrists. Perhaps because this was Xu Moqian’s first time tying someone up, she hadn’t been careful enough with the wrists—Yang Xiaolin actually managed to feel the knot! Not only that, but because of Yang Xiaolin’s frantic struggling just moments ago, the knot had actually loosened a bit! Yang Xiaolin felt a secret thrill. Enduring the stimulation from the vibrating toy and the two ropes securing her to the headboard and footboard, she shifted the ropes within her limited range of motion, creating more room for her hands—bound behind her back—so she could untie the knot.