Stumbling upon my boss, bound and helpless.

On the dark carpet in the center of the office, a woman knelt in a posture of utter degradation and profound shame. It was his direct supervisor, Xinxin. The woman who was usually impeccably dressed in tailored black suits, her hair pulled back in a flawless bun, known for her sharp, decisive tone, was now completely unrecognizable. She wore only a half-open black shirt, the buttons undone to reveal her porcelain collarbones and a vast expanse of her chest under the harsh office lights, glistening with a sheen of sweat. Below the waist, she was entirely bare. Her long, slender legs were bound tightly with coarse hemp rope, wound from the very tops of her thighs down to her ankles, forcing them into an agonizingly wide, humiliating spread. The knots at her ankles anchored her to the floor, making it impossible for her to bring her legs together. Her hands were bound behind her back, her elbows cinched tightly together by the same rope, leaving deep, angry red welts across her arms. A wad of white fabric, soaked through with her saliva, was stuffed into her mouth, with two thin ribbons dangling from the edges. An eye mask hung askew over her left eye, but her right eye was fully exposed, fixed in a desperate, wide-eyed stare toward the door. And then, the most maddening detail of all— In the silence of the office, a faint but persistent buzzing sound was clearly audible. It emanated from between her legs, a low-frequency, relentless vibration. A small, pink bullet vibrator was wedged firmly in place by the ropes against her most sensitive spot, humming incessantly as her body shuddered. She had clearly been struggling just moments before. Her bangs were plastered to her flushed cheeks by sweat. The hem of her shirt had ridden up, exposing her flat stomach and more skin chafed raw by the ropes. The tender flesh of her inner thighs was rubbed red by the hemp, with faint traces of blood beginning to bloom where the friction was most intense. She trembled uncontrollably, her breathing ragged and chaotic, every gasp punctuated by a stifled, pathetic whimper. The file folder in Ye Tian’s hand hit the floor with a sharp *thud*. The sound wasn't loud, but in the stillness, it struck like a thunderclap. Xinxin’s head snapped up. Her exposed eye widened to its limit, her pupils first dilating with blank shock, followed immediately by an overwhelming surge of panic and mortification. "Mmmph...!!!" She instinctively tried to scramble backward, forgetting entirely that she was anchored to the floor. Her body lurched, her center of gravity lost. *Thump!* She collapsed heavily onto her side on the carpet. Her knees hit the floor with a dull impact. With her hands bound behind her, she had no leverage; she could only prop herself up with her shoulder and the side of her face, writhing helplessly on the rug. The ropes seemed to tighten with every movement. The forced angle of her legs left her completely exposed, every frantic twitch baring more of her skin to the air. The pressure of her fall pushed the vibrator deeper, and the buzzing sound suddenly sharpened— *Bzz... bzz-bzz... bzz...* It was piercing in the quiet room. The eye mask fell away completely, revealing eyes brimming with sheer terror. She desperately tried to spit out the gag, but could only manage muffled, frantic sobs. Her body shivered uncontrollably; the relentless stimulation from the vibrator made it impossible for her to curl into a ball, forcing her to remain in that splayed, vulnerable position, lying on her side. "Mmmph...! Mmmph...! G-get... out...!" Her voice was shattered, thick with tears. Ye Tian felt a roar in his head, his blood rushing to his temples. He retreated by instinct, his back slamming against the door. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird, his palms slick with cold sweat. He watched Xinxin struggling on the floor. Her breathing was terrifyingly erratic, her chest heaving, her shirt hanging wide open. The woman who was usually so cold, so dominant, the woman who could silence an entire boardroom with a single sentence, was now like prey stripped of all its defenses. Her eyes were rimmed with red, tears welling at the corners. The vibrator continued its tireless, rhythmic hum. Every time she moved, the sound grew clearer, and her body trembled more violently. She lifted her head, staring daggers at Ye Tian, a distorted, desperate sound clawing its way out of her throat: "...Get out... now...! Don't you dare look...!" Ye Tian practically fled back to his workstation. The entire floor was deserted, save for him and the office down the hall where the lights were still burning. He collapsed into his chair, his hands still trembling. He had tossed the document folder onto the desk, leaving the corners of the contract crumpled. His mind kept replaying the scene—the deep, red welts the hemp rope had carved into her porcelain-white thighs, the way she had sprawled onto the carpet in a complete loss of control, the skin exposed as her shirt hem rode up, and that persistent, faint, yet distinct buzzing sound. A vibrator. He buried his face in his hands, taking several deep, ragged breaths, but his heart refused to slow down. Reason told him he shouldn't have pushed the door open, and he certainly shouldn't have watched for so long, but those few seconds felt like they had been branded into his brain, impossible to shake off. He forced himself to pack his things, ready to leave. But just as he reached out to shut down his computer, his phone buzzed. The screen lit up with an internal work message. Sender: Xinxin. It was only a single line: "Come up." Ye Tian’s hand froze in mid-air. He stared at those two words for a long time, his throat dry. His logic screamed at him to pretend he hadn't seen it and just walk out the door. Yet, his fingers betrayed him, clicking on the chat box against his will. "Ms. Xin?" Less than three seconds after he sent it, she replied. "Come up immediately. The door is ajar; just walk in." Ye Tian stood rooted to the spot, his legs feeling like lead. He knew that if he went back up there, there would be no pretending tonight’s events hadn't happened. But in the end, he walked back. The hallway lights were a cold, sterile white, and every step he took echoed. He stood before that door once more, his heart hammering so hard it felt like it might burst. This time, he didn't knock; he simply pushed it open. The scene inside the office was slightly better than he had anticipated. Xinxin had already spat out the gag, though she hadn't yet managed to untie the ropes. She sat sideways on the carpet, her shirt pulled together by only two buttons, covering most of her chest, but her legs remained bound, forced into an angle that was narrow yet humiliatingly exposed. The pink vibrator had been tossed aside, yet it continued to vibrate, emitting a soft, buzzing hum. She looked up at him, her eyes still rimmed with red, her cheeks flushed with a heat that hadn't yet faded, but her tone had regained some of her usual composure. "Close the door." Ye Tian obeyed. The door clicked shut, leaving only the sound of the vibrator’s persistent hum and their uneven breathing in the quiet room. Xinxin watched him approach and spoke directly, her voice raspy but clear. "You saw what happened tonight. I don't want to offer too many explanations—it’s just the pressure. The company, the board of directors... it’s enough to suffocate anyone. Occasionally, I use this method to unwind. That’s all. If anyone in the company found out, I wouldn't be able to keep this position." She paused, pulled a bank card from her desk drawer, and placed it on the coffee table, sliding it toward him. "One hundred thousand. Enough for you to live comfortably in this city for several months." Ye Tian looked down at the card but didn't touch it. Xinxin stared at him, continuing with a tone of blunt calculation. "You just graduated, right? Out here on your own—rent, food, transportation, networking... don't you need money for all of it? If you grind away on your own, what will you actually get? I can give you more. Just keep your mouth shut, and we’ll treat this as if it never happened. Tomorrow, you show up for work as usual, and we go our separate ways." Ye Tian remained silent. Seeing him refuse, Xinxin’s gaze shifted slightly. She leaned forward half a step, her voice dropping lower, sounding probing yet direct. "Or... do you want to stay?" She looked up at him, her gaze unexpectedly candid. "Play with me. You can do the binding, or do as I say—it doesn't matter. The money still stands, and there’s more than what's on this card. Promotions, resources, opportunities—I can give you those, too. You’re fresh out of school; what could you possibly achieve on your own? Partner with me, and you'll get there much faster." The air remained still for several seconds. Ye Tian suddenly let out a low laugh. "Ms. Xin, I understand." Xinxin was slightly taken aback. Ye Tian crouched down, first turning off the still-vibrating toy and setting it aside on the coffee table, then began to untie the knots around her ankles. His movements were clumsy but earnest. As the rope loosened, Xinxin let out a soft gasp; the faint, stinging sensation of blood rushing back to her limbs made her brow furrow slightly. "This... SM stuff," Ye Tian said, his voice calm as he worked on the ropes around her thighs. "I’ve seen it online before. The ropes, the vibrators, the restraints... I’ve seen it all. I just never expected to encounter it in real life. And with my own boss, no less." Ye Tian deliberately moderated his strength this time, yet his muscle memory took over. The first loop was a fraction too tight; Xinxin let out a soft "mm," and he immediately eased the tension by half a finger before continuing downward. By the third loop, the rope had bound her legs firmly together, locking her knees in a fixed, pressed-together position. "Lower. Secure my calves, too," Xinxin said, looking down, her voice remaining steady. "Cross my ankles and wrap them tight. I shouldn't be able to stand even if I tried." Ye Tian followed her instructions. Once her ankles were crossed, he wound the rope around them repeatedly before pulling it into a dead knot. Her entire length, from thighs to ankles, was now completely restricted. Xinxin tried to shift, but she could only manage a limited, futile struggle; she was utterly unable to part her legs or rise to her feet. By this point, Xinxin’s heart was racing. She had always been the one to tie herself up. When she practiced self-bondage, she controlled the tension, the duration, and the stopping point. But this was different—her hands were bound behind her back, her legs were fully immobilized, and she couldn't even perform the most basic act of breaking free. The sensation of "truly surrendering control" left her feeling both exhilarated and unnerved. She was exhilarated because the deepest cravings of her body were finally being met; she was unnerved because she didn't know how far Ye Tian would go, nor if she would lose all composure in front of him. "That's enough," she nodded, forcing her voice to remain level. "Go to my room. The master bedroom, the second drawer on the left. The bottom layer. There’s a black box inside—bring me the gag and the vibrator." Ye Tian paused. "A gag... and a vibrator?" "Yes." Xinxin’s tone was as natural as if she were discussing a meeting schedule. "Put the gag on me and get the vibrator ready. For a first full experience, the gear needs to be complete." Ye Tian stood up and headed toward the second floor in the direction she had indicated. The master bedroom was spacious, featuring a charcoal-grey bed, half-drawn curtains, and warm, ambient lighting. He found the drawer on the left and pulled out the bottom layer, revealing a rectangular black box. Inside, the items were arranged neatly: a red ball gag attached to a black leather strap, two vibrators of varying sizes—one of which was the pink model he’d seen the night before—a small tube of lubricant, and several spare lengths of rope. Ye Tian retrieved the gag and the pink vibrator, closed the box, and went back downstairs. When he returned to the living room, Xinxin remained in her bound position—legs pressed together, hands tied behind her back. Her black lingerie was disheveled from her movements, one strap having slipped down to reveal more of her skin. Seeing the items in his hands, she spoke immediately: "The gag first. Put the ball in my mouth and fasten the strap behind my head. Don't pull it too tight—just leave enough room to breathe." Ye Tian knelt before her. Up close, Xinxin’s lips were slightly dry from her previous tension, yet she parted them willingly. Ye Tian slowly eased the red ball inside; it was large enough to stretch the corners of her mouth until they turned pale. He carefully looped the strap behind her head, clicked the buckle shut, and adjusted it to a snug fit. "Mmm..." Xinxin let out a muffled nasal sound. With her tongue pressed down by the ball, she could only breathe in shallow, ragged gasps. The moment the gag was in place, her most direct form of expression was stripped away. The feeling of "surrendering even her voice" deepened her anxiety, yet her body grew honestly, feverishly hot. She looked up at him, her eyes devoid of resistance, carrying instead a sense of confirmation. Ye Tian checked the strap to ensure it wasn't catching any hair and that it sat correctly, finally exhaling in relief. "The vibrator..." he picked up the small pink device, his voice dropping. "How do I insert it?" Xinxin gestured with her chin toward her lap, giving a muffled but clear command: "Mmm... turn it on... lowest setting... put it inside..." Ye Tian’s palms were slick with sweat. He flicked the switch on the vibrator, and the low-frequency hum of the lowest setting immediately filled the air. He pushed aside the hem of her lingerie and gently guided the device into her already slick entrance. As the vibrator disappeared inside, the vibrations rippled clearly through her body; Xinxin’s waist went rigid, and a suppressed whimper escaped her throat. "Mmm... unh..." Her breathing became erratic, her chest heaving more violently. Her bound hands clenched behind her back, but because of the ropes, her legs couldn't press together any tighter; she could only endure the relentless stimulation. To be fully bound by someone else, gagged, and penetrated by a vibrator—this was a first. Xinxin felt her mind being pulled by two opposing forces. On one side was an instinctive panic: she was helpless, unable to even pull her legs together, and the vibrations hammering against her most sensitive spot filled her with the fear that she would lose control in front of Ye Tian at any moment. On the other side was a far more intense exhilaration: this absolute loss of control, this sensation of handing her body over entirely to another person, was ten times more potent than anything she had felt during her solo sessions. She couldn't help but begin to struggle slightly. The ropes immediately emitted a soft, frictional sound. Her wrists were bitten into by the restraints, and the knots on her thighs dug into her skin, leaving sharp, stinging sensations. Yet she continued to struggle—not because she truly wanted to break free, but because the feeling of being restricted while fighting back in vain only heightened her arousal. Ye Tian knelt before her, watching it all unfold. A trickle of saliva escaped the corner of Xinxin’s mouth, stretched wide by the gag, and her eyes quickly flushed a soft, hazy red. Her body writhed under the constraints of the rope, the hum of the vibrator blending with her fragmented whimpers in a display so erotic it was practically shameless. Her black lingerie, further disheveled by the ropes and her struggles, had slipped entirely off one shoulder, leaving her breast partially exposed. During the day, the office felt like any other. Ye Tian sat at his desk processing reports, the air filled with the rhythmic clatter of keyboards and the hushed murmurs of his colleagues. But since ten in the morning, he had sensed a subtle shift. Xin Xin’s secretary had suddenly appeared, dropping a contract draft—one that should have gone to the project lead—onto his desk. "Ms. Xin wants you to review this first," she whispered. "If there are any issues, go straight to her office to report." The glances from his coworkers were laced with curiosity. Ye Tian simply nodded, though he knew this was no ordinary work assignment. At two in the afternoon, he was summoned to the CEO’s office. Once the door clicked shut, Xin Xin sat in her massive leather chair, dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit, her hair pulled back in a meticulous bun—the very image of the ruthless executive she was by day. But as she looked up at him, her eyes held something only he could decipher. "Regarding the third clause of this contract, where do you see the risk?" She slid the document toward him, her tone strictly professional. Ye Tian answered with focus. They discussed the details for over ten minutes. During the conversation, her fingers would occasionally tap against the desk in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It wasn't until later that Ye Tian realized she was unconsciously tracing the inside of her wrists—the exact spots where the ropes had bitten into her skin the night before. As the meeting concluded, she leaned in and whispered, "Stay late tonight. After nine, when everyone else has left, come to my office." "Overtime?" Ye Tian asked. Xin Xin glanced at him, the corner of her mouth curling upward. "Mm. There are some things... that aren't convenient to handle during the day." When Ye Tian left the office, his ears burned. The looks from his colleagues in the hallway were even more subtle; he heard someone mutter, "Little Ye has really been in the CEO’s good graces lately." At 8:50 PM, the office building was nearly deserted. Ye Tian knocked on the CEO’s door. Xin Xin’s voice came from within: "Enter." He pushed the door open and pulled it shut behind him. The office was lit only by a warm, dim desk lamp, and the curtains were drawn tight. Xin Xin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her suit jacket discarded, wearing only her white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. She turned to face him, the professional distance of the day completely vanished. "Come here." Ye Tian approached. Xin Xin didn't speak immediately; instead, she walked to the side of her desk and pulled open the bottom drawer. It held no files, only a black storage case. She set it on the coffee table and opened it, revealing neatly coiled ropes of varying thickness, a pair of leather cuffs, a red ball gag, two bullet vibrators, and a small tube of lubricant. "You keep these in the office?" Ye Tian asked, surprised. "Sometimes it’s necessary," Xin Xin replied, her tone calm. "The days are too suffocating. Sometimes I tie myself up during lunch. But doing it alone... it’s never quite thorough enough." She looked up at him, her gaze direct. "Tonight, we do it here. Lock the door, then come and bind me." Ye Tian locked the door and checked the seal, ensuring no sound could escape. By the time he turned back, Xin Xin had unbuttoned her shirt completely, standing before the desk in nothing but her black lingerie. "Start with the wrists," she commanded. "Behind the back. Make it tighter than at the villa this time. I want to feel... truly unable to break free." Ye Tian picked up a coil of rope and stepped behind her. She complied, twisting her arms behind her back. As he wound the rope, he could feel her arms trembling—not from fear, but from a mixture of anticipation and raw tension. "Tighter," she whispered. Ye Tian pulled the rope taut. Xin Xin let out a sharp, shallow gasp as the hemp bit into her wrists, leaving faint red welts. He continued to secure her elbows, his movements more practiced than before, yet his grip remained heavy. When the binding was finished, her arms were completely immobilized. "The legs, too," Xin Xin leaned against the desk, her voice husky. "Spread them and tie them to the desk legs first. I want to be bound like this... watching you." Ye Tian knelt, using the rope to secure one of her legs to the desk leg, then pulled the other leg wide to the opposite side. The position forced her to lean against the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide, the edges of her black panties clearly visible. The rope dug into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, leaving angry red marks. Xin Xin’s breathing had turned ragged. She looked down at her exposed thighs, then back at Ye Tian, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and the vulnerability of being completely laid bare. "The gag..." she gasped. "In the box. Put it in." Ye Tian retrieved the ball gag and stepped in front of her. She opened her mouth, letting him slide the red sphere inside. As he buckled the leather strap behind her head, she let out a muffled, guttural sound, her eyes locked onto his. He turned the bullet vibrator to its lowest setting and slid it inside her. The hum of the vibration was piercingly clear in the quiet office. Xin Xin’s waist arched, her bound legs twitching in a futile attempt to close, only causing the ropes to bite deeper. Ye Tian stood before her, watching her pinned to the desk—the woman who spent her days barking orders, signing contracts, and commanding the office, now stood with her hands bound, legs spread, gagged, and vibrating with a steady, internal rhythm. Her eyes were glazed with moisture, her body shuddering, occasionally emitting muffled, stifled whimpers. He reached out and turned the vibrator up a notch. Xin Xin jolted violently, a more broken sound spilling from her throat. She began to struggle weakly; the friction of the rope against her skin and the movement of her body caused the desk to sway slightly. Every struggle only tightened the knots, driving her further into a state of total loss of control. Ye Tian watched it all, his own body aching with arousal. He remembered the thought he’d had in the restroom the night before, then forced himself to look away for a moment, taking a deep, steadying breath. Xin Xin tilted her face, held open by the gag, her eyes swimming with tears and silent pleading. She made a muffled sound, gesturing with her chin for him to turn the intensity higher. Ye Tian walked to her side, his finger hovering over the remote, but he didn't move immediately. He looked down at the red welts left by the rope, his voice low and raspy: "Ms. Xin... while you were at the office today, was this all you could think about?" Xin Xin’s eyes crinkled—part smile, part admission. She struggled again, the vibration causing her body to tremble uncontrollably, a long, weeping whimper escaping through the gag. Finally, Ye Tian pushed the setting to the maximum. While smoking on the balcony, a single thought had been gnawing at him, relentless and sharp. He wanted her to go down on him. The urge had taken root the moment he led her to the door, watching her skip along with that carefree gait, and it had been churning in his mind ever since. The sight of her bound, utterly helpless, only fueled the fire. Yet, as the moment of truth approached, a flicker of hesitation held him back. He wasn't sure if she would refuse. Back at the office, she had been crystal clear: no penetration, and she’d threatened to call the police if he forced the issue. Oral sex… he wasn't certain if that crossed her line. Standing by the bed, his fingers mindlessly rubbed the lighter in his pocket, his heart hammering against his ribs. If she truly didn't want this, should he stop? But looking at her now—tied up, her eyes glistening with vulnerability—he felt his resolve crumbling. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and reached for one of the props provided by the hotel. A metal spreader. A device designed to lock the jaw open, making it impossible to close her mouth. He walked over to her and whispered, "Open up." Xinxin stared at the device, a flash of unmistakable hesitation in her eyes. She was warring with herself. Her arms were bound behind her back in a straightjacket-style restraint, her legs lashed together, rendering her almost entirely immobile. Once the spreader was in place, she wouldn't even be able to voice a basic refusal. She remembered her firm rejection of penetration at the office, but this… she didn't know if she should fight it again. Her instincts screamed at her to shake her head, to say no, but her body was flushed with heat from the restraints. She loved the sensation of being controlled, yet the reality of being forced into this act terrified her. "I…" Her voice was a tiny, wavering thing. "This… can we not…" Ye Tian didn't wait for her to finish. He pressed the spreader to her lips, the cold metal frame grazing her skin. Xinxin’s body stiffened, a primal urge to recoil surging through her, but the ropes held her fast; she couldn't retreat an inch. Her eyes were filled with defiance and panic. In the end, she slowly parted her lips. The spreader was locked into place. The metal frame forced her mouth wide, preventing her from closing it. Her tongue and the interior of her mouth were fully exposed, and saliva began to pool, trickling down her chin and onto her chest. She tried to shake her head, but the device was clamped tight; she could only emit muffled, guttural sounds. A wave of humiliation washed over her—she felt as though her most basic right to refuse had been stripped away. Ye Tian’s breathing hitched as he watched her, trapped by the spreader. His hands trembled slightly as he unzipped his trousers. His rigid cock pressed against her lips, the head nudging into her mouth. "Take it." Xinxin looked up at him. The spreader made it impossible to form words, leaving her only with broken, whimpering sobs. Her eyes held a desperate, instinctive refusal, but the words were trapped in her throat. Ye Tian didn't wait any longer. He pushed himself inside, driving deep until he hit the back of her throat. Her body jolted, her throat constricting around him as she let out a muffled, stifled cry. The arm restraints prevented her from pushing him away, and the leg bindings made it impossible to pull back; she had no choice but to endure. Ye Tian began to thrust, slow and deliberate. Each time he drove deep, her throat tightened, and saliva leaked along the metal frame, dripping onto her chest. Her eyes were wet, and occasionally, she would choke as he went too deep, her body shuddering. But the ropes held her fast, forcing her to submit. While he moved, he reached for the remote to the vibrator he’d left inside her earlier. He switched it on, setting it to medium. "Mmmph—!" Xinxin’s body went rigid. The vibration of the toy combined with the sensation of being filled to the brim forced a broken moan from her. Ye Tian watched her reaction and cranked the intensity higher. The violent buzzing made her arch her back involuntarily, causing her throat to clamp down even harder on him. Her eyes turned bloodshot, tears mixing with the saliva trailing down her face, her body trembling within the ropes. The humiliation was suffocating. Her mouth was pried open, unable to close, forced to swallow him over and over as he drove into her. She had wanted to refuse, but now she couldn't even shake her head. The vibrator buzzed inside her, and she had no control over her own reactions. The ropes bit into her skin, denying her even the simplest struggle. She felt as though her capacity to resist had been completely erased, leaving her nothing but a vessel for his pleasure. Yet, deep within her body, a different sensation began to bloom. She loved the feeling of being forced. She loved the helplessness of being bound, the spreader locking her in place, the inability to say no. She loved the way he controlled her, deep-throating him while the vibrator dictated her body’s frantic responses. Every time he pushed deep, her throat constricted, but that contraction wasn't purely out of resistance. The vibration set her body on fire; her eyes were wet, but that moisture was also fueled by a thrill she was loath to admit. The struggle and the refusal she had felt moments ago were, in the heat of being forced, transforming into a different kind of stimulation. Ye Tian’s pace quickened. He groaned, pressing down on her head to force her deeper, while cranking the vibrator to its maximum setting. The intense vibrations sent Xinxin into a violent tremor, her throat emitting sounds of near-collapse. Her eyes rolled back for a fleeting second, tears streaming down her face as her body spasmed against the ropes. "Mmm… ngh…!" Ye Tian watched her—mouth forced open, gagging on him, shivering under the assault of the vibrator—and felt his own pleasure peaking. He continued until he was on the edge, then pulled out, spilling his seed over her face and chest. The white fluid splattered across her face, held open by the spreader, mixing with the saliva and tears as it ran down her chin. Ye Tian panted, staring down at her. Xinxin’s eyes were glassy, her mouth still propped open, unable to close. Her body continued to quiver, the vibrator still humming inside her. She didn't speak, only breathed in ragged, shallow gasps. Ye Tian reached out and unlatched the spreader. The moment the metal frame was removed, she gasped for air, her lips still coated in saliva and his essence. He turned off the vibrator, and her body finally went limp. The room fell into a heavy silence for several seconds. Ye Tian whispered, "…I’m sorry. I went a bit too far." Xinxin didn't answer immediately. She simply closed her eyes, her voice raspy, laced with a hint of a sob, yet carrying a complex, lingering undertone: "My... my hands... I can't move them," she whispered, attempting to twitch her fingers, but only a faint, muffled squirming was visible beneath the cling film. "That’s the point. You’re not meant to," I said, continuing to wrap until her shoulders were completely encased. From the neck down, she was now sealed in a layer of transparent plastic. She looked like a specimen vacuum-packed for preservation—the skin was still there, yet all detail was obscured, leaving only the vague, distorted outline of her form. "Second layer," I announced, pulling out the bandages. The bandages were off-white, made of thick, coarse cotton, far wider and heavier than the film. I started at her ankles, layering them directly over the plastic. The sensation was entirely different. Where the film had been cold and slick, the bandages were warm and abrasive, possessing a solid, tactile weight. I pulled each turn taut, compressing the film beneath until it emitted a soft, rhythmic creaking sound. "Ah..." she let out a soft gasp. "This... it’s so tight..." "Just bear with it," I said, continuing the winding. From ankles to thighs, waist to chest, the bandages built up layer by layer, forming a rigid, hardening shell. I could feel her skin indenting beneath the pressure, her circulation restricted but not entirely cut off. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, her chest rising and falling in tiny, constrained movements beneath the fabric. Her cheeks began to flush—not from shyness, but from the rising heat; trapped in such a cocoon, her body struggled to regulate its temperature. "Are you hot?" I asked. "A little..." she replied, her voice muffled. "But... it’s okay..." I moved on to her arms, pinning them firmly against her sides. As the bandages covered her, her body was completely hidden beneath the off-white cloth; from the neck down, not a single inch of skin remained visible. "How does it feel?" I asked, sitting beside her to watch. "So tight..." she murmured, her voice drifting into a trance. "It’s like... like being held... so tight... so safe..." I knew she was slipping into it now. That state of total containment, total protection, and total submission. "One final layer," I said, producing the duct tape. The tape was silver, heavy-duty fabric-backed, and aggressively adhesive. I tore off the first strip, pressed it against her ankle, and—pulled it taut with all my strength. "Nngh..." Her body jolted, her breath hitching in her throat. The pressure of the tape was incomparable to the previous layers. It lacked the stretch of the film and the give of the bandages; it was rigid, unyielding, and absolute. Once applied, it locked everything into place, leaving zero room for movement. I wrapped it coil by coil—from ankles to calves, thighs to waist. I pressed down hard with every turn, forcing the tape to bond with the layers beneath, the sharp, tearing sound of the adhesive filling the room. "Ye Tian..." her voice began to tremble. "This... it’s too tight... I... I’m having trouble breathing..." "Deep breaths," I commanded, pressing my hand firmly against her bound chest. "Breathe with your stomach, not your lungs. Just adapt." She tried to inhale deeply, her abdomen struggling to rise against the constricting silver shell. I continued to wrap—waist, chest, shoulders. Under the three layers of material, her body had been transformed into a stark, white-and-silver cylinder. All curves were gone, all seams sealed; there was nothing left but a smooth, reflective, metallic surface. Then, the arms. I started the tape at her fingertips, winding it upward until I reached her shoulders. Her arms were now fused to her sides, her fingers unable to flex, visible only as slight, motionless ridges beneath the tape. "The final turn," I said, holding the roll as I looked down at her. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming in short, frantic gasps, her face flushed a deep, feverish red, her gaze unfocused. She tried to struggle, but her body was utterly paralyzed, leaving only her head with the freedom to turn. Chapter 57: The First Time as a Bitch Friday night, Xinxin’s apartment. She was lying across my lap, watching a show, when a notification suddenly popped up on my phone. My thumb slipped, and the screen switched—it was a video. On screen, a woman in a black bodysuit was bound in a folded position, hands and knees on the floor, wearing a leather harness. A leash was attached to her headgear, and she was crawling across the floor just like a dog. Her tail swayed, her posture at once submissive and… intoxicating. The air suddenly went still. "What is this?" Xinxin propped herself up, arching an eyebrow at me with that half-smile playing on her lips. "Ye Tian, is this the kind of thing you watch?" "It’s not…," my face burned instantly, and I scrambled to close it, "It’s just… I was looking up some research…" "Research?" She leaned in closer, lowering her voice intentionally. "Research on how to turn me into a dog?" I opened my mouth, but no words came out. She laughed, her finger tracing circles on my chest. "Be honest. Do you want me like that? On all fours, leashed by you, crawling around?" "I…" my voice tightened, "I was just curious… look at her… that tail…" "I see it." Her face was flushed too, though she was trying to maintain her composure. "It’s… it’s pretty shameful. But…" she paused, her voice dropping to a whisper, "how is that tail… secured?" "A butt plug…" I murmured. "Oh—" she drew out the syllable, the tips of her ears turning bright red. "So that’s what you want me to wear. Pervert." "I don’t…" I protested, though my voice lacked conviction. "I just thought… the feeling of total restraint… you might like it…" "I’d like it?" She glared at me, but her eyes were dancing with amusement. "How do you know I’d like it?" "I don’t…" I admitted honestly. "That’s why I bought it… but I was too afraid to show you…" She froze for a moment. "You bought it? You already have it?" "Yeah…" I nodded. "It’s in the cabinet. Do you want to see?" Ten minutes later, a pile of gear was spread across the living room floor. Xinxin crouched on the floor, curiously examining the leather headgear, poking at the blindfold. "This… once you put it on, you can’t see anything?" "Yeah," I sat beside her. "And there’s a gag, so you won’t be able to talk." "What if I get uncomfortable?" "You can…" I pulled out a small bell, "ring this. I’ll tie it to your hand. If you’re uncomfortable, just shake it." She took the bell and gave it a jingle; the crisp sound echoed in the room. "That’s actually quite thoughtful. And this?" She pointed to the limb restraints. "How do you put these on?" "Elbows and knees… you have to be on the ground." I gestured. "Should I help you?" "You put yours on first," she said suddenly. "I want to see you become a dog first." "Huh?" I was stunned. "It’s only fair," she smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You want me to crawl, so you crawl for me first. Otherwise, how will I know if it’s hard or not?" "This…" I hesitated, but seeing the expectation in her eyes, I picked up the restraints. "Alright… I’ll give it a try…" I clumsily tried to strap my elbows, but the leather wouldn't tighten, the metal buckle sliding around. Xinxin couldn't watch anymore. "You’re so clumsy. Let me." She knelt up, helping me adjust the straps, her fingers winding around my elbows, pulling them tight, and clicking the buckles into place. Her face was inches from mine, her breath brushing against my cheek, smelling of her shampoo. "Does it hurt?" she asked. "No…" I said, "It’s just… really tight…" "Tight is the point," she laughed, moving to strap my knees. "That’s the only way you’ll crawl like a proper dog." I got onto all fours, trying to crawl a step, but my center of gravity shifted and I nearly toppled over. Xinxin burst into laughter. "Hahaha! You look like a newborn puppy!" "You…" my face burned, "You think you can do better? You try!" "Fine, I will." She lifted her chin, though her ears were still crimson. "Help me put them on. But… be gentle. It’s my first time…" After dropping Xinxin off last night, he barely slept. That sense of control, the process of watching her struggle, endure, and ultimately surrender within the traps he’d set—it was addictive. And tomorrow, he was going to play a much bigger game: a real abduction, from the office to the outskirts, from the light into the darkness, from freedom to total restraint. He opened the notes app on his phone and began to list the items: **Equipment:** * **Nylon rope:** (Bought new ones—stronger, thinner, perfect for prolonged bondage.) * **Gag:** (Red, perforated style; allows for drool while muffling sound.) * **Blindfold:** (Silk, total blackout.) * **Earplugs:** (To strip her of her hearing, heightening her sense of helplessness.) * **Duct tape:** (Wide-set, for securing the gag and covering the blindfold if necessary.) * **Vibrator:** (Wireless, extended battery life, remote-controlled.) * **Sack:** (Large, for bagging her if needed, to add a layer of realism.) * **Handcuffs:** (Metal, as a backup.) **Route Planning:** * **Time:** Friday night, when she’s working late at the office. * **Location:** Basement level B3, near the most secluded freight elevator. * **Method:** Ambush from behind, swift neutralization, binding, and stuffing into the trunk. * **Transport:** Take the outer ring road to avoid city surveillance; approximately 40 minutes to the abandoned factory. * **Destination:** Building 3, second-floor office—equipped with an old sofa and an iron-frame bed. **Scenario Design:** * **Phase 1:** Execution (Garage ambush, binding, trunk transport). * **Phase 2:** Transit (Vibrator activated, forcing her to endure in the dark). * **Phase 3:** Confinement (Tied to a chair, "interrogation"). * **Phase 4:** Release and "punishment" (Determined by her performance). Ye Tian looked at the list, the corners of his mouth curling upward involuntarily. He could already imagine Xinxin’s reaction—from the initial terror to the relief of realizing it was a game, and finally, the helplessness and arousal of being truly bound. This psychological shift, this emotional rollercoaster, was far more intoxicating than mere physical stimulation. He picked up his phone and messaged Xinxin: "Free tonight? Come to my apartment. I want to show you tomorrow's 'script'." A few minutes later, the reply came: "Okay... I'm a little scared, but I'm also looking forward to it..." Ye Tian smiled and tucked his phone away. He looked toward the CEO’s office at the other end of the floor. Xinxin was in a meeting; through the glass, he could see her stern expression and hear her voice occasionally rising. Who would have guessed that this female CEO, who commanded boardrooms with an iron fist, would be in his apartment tonight, kneeling on the floor, listening to him detail the specifics of her abduction tomorrow? 8:00 PM, Ye Tian’s apartment. Xinxin sat on the sofa, clutching a cup of hot tea, her fingers trembling slightly. She was dressed in casual wear today—jeans and a white shirt, her hair tied in a ponytail. She looked like a college student, not the sharp, formidable CEO. Ye Tian sat opposite her. On the coffee table lay a black travel bag filled with various props. He took them out one by one, and with every item he revealed, Xinxin’s face flushed a deeper shade of red. "This is the new rope," Ye Tian said, picking up a coil of black nylon. "It’s thinner and stronger than the last one. It won't loosen even after hours of binding. Tomorrow, I’ll use this to tie you up—wrists, ankles, and here..." His finger traced a line through the air, hovering over her chest and waist. Xinxin swallowed hard. "Do... do you have to tie it that tight?" "It’s an abduction, of course it has to be tight," Ye Tian chuckled. "Otherwise, how would you ever feel like you’ve actually been kidnapped?" He pulled out the gag—red, slightly smaller than the last one, with a hole in the center. "This lets you breathe, but it will restrict your voice. And... your drool will leak out, adding to the shame." Xinxin imagined herself bound, this object stuffed into her mouth, her saliva spilling out uncontrollably. Her face burned even hotter. "The blindfold and earplugs," Ye Tian continued, "are the most important tools for tomorrow. Once you put them on, you won't be able to see or hear anything. You’ll only be able to feel your bound body and... this." Indeed. She was straddling it, legs dangling, unable to close them or shift away, like some object mounted and waiting to be used. Her black stockings shimmered under the overhead light, and as her hips sank, the silhouette between her legs became starkly defined. "Now," I said, pulling out the ropes—four pre-cut lengths of black cotton. "Wrists to the sides, ankles to the base. You won't be able to move; you'll only be able to press down." "No..." She shook her head, her eyes rimmed with red. "Don't tie me yet. Let me adjust. It really hurts." "Fine." I stepped back. "Move yourself. Grind back and forth, find that spot that feels good. If you can't find it, we don't tie you, and you get off. If you do find it, I’ll bind you so you can’t move, and you’ll just have to take it." She began to shift. Her center of gravity rocked back and forth along that curve, grinding, pausing, then grinding again, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The stockings rasped against the wood, a soft *shhh-shhh* sound, and the wood gave a faint, rhythmic creak. Sweat beaded on her temples, trickling down to her chin before dripping onto the carpet, leaving tiny dark spots. "I found it..." she whispered. "Right here... it’s pushing against me... it hurts, but it’s... so strange. Like I’m being pinned down." "That's the spot." My heart was hammering. "Are we tying you up now?" She hesitated for a long time. Tears spilled first, hanging from her lashes, trembling, before she finally nodded. "Tie me... don't let me escape." I started with her wrists. They were slender and pale, the black rope standing out in sharp contrast. I looped the cord around her wrists, threaded it through the metal rings on the side of the wooden horse, pulled it taut, and knotted it. Her arms were pulled wide, and when she couldn't hold the tension, her weight sank a notch lower. "It hurts..." she whimpered. "The ropes are digging into my wrists." "Endure it." I moved to the other side. Once both were secured, her upper body was effectively immobilized, held up only by that curve, shoulders slumped back, chest thrust forward. Then, the ankles. I lifted her legs, looped the rope around her ankles, threaded it through the rings at the base, and tightened. Her legs were forced wide apart, suspended, unable to close or drop. The seam of her stockings pulled taut, stretching all the way to the arch of her feet. She was completely trapped now. Her head fell back, her neck forming a long, strained line, her lips parted as she breathed in shallow, broken gasps. "Does it hurt?" "Yes..." her voice trembled. "It’s pushing so hard down there, my bones... my bones ache. But inside..." She paused. "Inside, it’s so hot and itchy." I pulled out the bullet vibrator and clicked it on. The buzzing sound seemed deafening in the room. "Hold it right there." I pressed it against her crotch, right where the wood was already bruising her, and taped it firmly to the horse so it wouldn't slip. The tape hissed as I pulled it, strip by strip, against the edge of her stockings. She shuddered at the first tear, and by the time I finished, she had gone limp. "Don't move," I said, stepping away. "You can only press down, only vibrate. Tell me when you come. And even then, you aren't allowed to get off until I release you. Do you understand?" "I understand... Master." I set the timer on my phone and placed it on the coffee table, screen up, where she could see it. Ten minutes. For the first minute, she held up, just frowning, breathing heavily. The vibration made her tremble, but the horse pinned her in place, leaving her nowhere to hide. By the third minute, she was sweating. It ran from her forehead, down her cheeks, and dripped into the black lace, soaking her shirt against her back. Her chest heaved. "It’s too much... it hurts and it itches..." she said, her voice turning thick and syrupy. At the fifth minute, the moans began: "Ah... it’s pushing... I’m going to... but my bones hurt so much..." She tried to shift forward, but couldn't; the ropes snapped her back. Her knees shook, trying to squeeze together, but failing. By the seventh minute, she began to convulse. She was on the verge of climax, but the curve of the wood kept her trapped, leaving her orgasm suspended halfway, unable to break through. Pain and pleasure were tangled together, inseparable. Her feet were arched tight, her toes curled into claws. "Please... let me come... let me get off... it hurts too much." "Three minutes left," I said, my own throat dry. "Endure it. This is both the punishment and the reward. You have to learn to come through the pain." At the ninth minute, she wept. "I'm coming... I'm really coming... please..." "You're coming?" "I'm coming... Master... please..." Her voice was hoarse, choked with tears, the tip of her nose bright red. "The 24-Hour Pet Contract" Party A (Master): Ye Tian Party B (Pet): Xinxin Terms: From 8:00 AM Saturday to 8:00 PM Sunday, a total of 48 hours, Party B shall completely renounce her human identity and become Party A’s exclusive pet "bitch." Party B is forbidden from using human language to communicate; she may only express her needs through "woofing" sounds. Party B is forbidden from walking upright; she must crawl on all fours. Party B’s eating, excretion, and rest are subject to Party A’s permission, utilizing specialized pet equipment. Party A reserves the right to perform any "training" or "punishment" on Party B, including but not limited to: bondage, electro-stimulation, breath control, and sexual service. The safe word is "Red." Should Party B speak this word, the contract will be immediately suspended. Punishment Measures: Violation of Clause 2 (Speaking): 10 seconds of electro-stimulation. Violation of Clause 3 (Standing upright): 20 seconds of electro-stimulation. Unauthorized orgasm: Release is prohibited; continuous stimulation for 1 hour. After reading, Xinxin’s cheeks were flushed crimson. She looked up at Ye Tian, her voice trembling. "This... it’s too..." "Too what?" Ye Tian raised an eyebrow. "Too... detailed..." she whispered, "And... the electro-stimulation... the breath control... these..." "These are all things you can stop at any time," Ye Tian said. "Just say 'Red.' But if you don't... you must obey completely. Do you understand?" Xinxin bit her lip, staring at the contract. She knew it was insane, knew it went far beyond anything she had ever experienced. But the racing of her heart, the anticipation of completely surrendering her selfhood, made it impossible to refuse. "I'll sign..." she whispered, picking up the pen and signing her name on the line for Party B. Ye Tian signed as well, then tucked the contract away and stood up. "Good. Now, the preparation phase. Go to the bathroom, wash yourself thoroughly, and then... come to the basement." The villa’s basement had been renovated. The original wine cellar had been cleared out, covered in soft mats, and fitted with a large pet cage—stainless steel, spacious enough for an adult to curl up inside. Inside the cage were a water bowl, a food dish, and... a pad. When Xinxin entered the basement, Ye Tian was already waiting. On the table before him lay the "gear" for the night: a black leather collar attached to a leash; a fluffy tail (she recognized it as a variation of a butt plug); and four pieces of protective gear—soft pads for her knees and elbows to prevent injury while crawling. "Take off your clothes," Ye Tian commanded. "Every last piece, inside and out." Xinxin obediently stripped. Her shirt, skirt, bra, and panties fell to the floor one by one until she was completely naked. The basement was chilly, and goosebumps rose on her skin; her nipples hardened from the cold and the tension. "First, the collar." Ye Tian picked up the leather collar and walked behind her. It was wide, lined with soft padding on the inside but made of stiff leather on the outside, with a metal ring in the front connected to the long leash. "Lower your head." Xinxin bowed her head, and Ye Tian wrapped the collar around her neck, adjusting it to the perfect fit—not too high, not too low, resting against the curve of her throat. It wouldn't choke her, but it was tight enough for her to feel its constant presence. The moment the metal buckle clicked shut, it sounded like the locking of a chain. "How does it feel?" he asked, his fingers tracing the edge of the collar. "It's a little... tight..." Xinxin said softly, then suddenly realized, "Ah, no, I should say... woof?" Ye Tian chuckled. "Good, you learn quickly. But that 'it's a little tight'... that was a violation. First punishment, noted." He picked up a small electronic device from the table—a coyote-style shocker, palm-sized with two metal contact points at the tip. He flipped the switch to the lowest setting and... lightly touched it to the inside of her thigh. "Ah!" Xinxin shrieked, her body recoiling violently. It was a sharp, stinging pain, like a thousand needles piercing her skin at once, though it lasted only a second. Her muscles spasmed in that instant, leaving a faint red mark on her inner thigh. "That was the lowest setting," Ye Tian said. "There are medium and high settings. Every violation earns you 10 seconds of shock. Now... continue preparing." Xinxin trembled, not daring to speak again, and could only respond with a "woof." "Next, the tail." Ye Tian picked up the fluffy tail. She could see the base was a black silicone plug, larger than a standard vibrator. He coated it in lubricant, then... had her turn around, hands on the floor, hips raised high. "Relax yourself," he said. "I'm putting it in." Xinxin took a deep breath, forcing her muscles to slacken. She felt the cold silicone press against her entrance, then... slide in slowly. The sensation of fullness made her whimper, but she immediately corrected it into a "woof." Once the tail was fully inserted, the fluffy part hung down, covering the space between her thighs like a real dog's tail. She tried to move, and the tail swayed with her, rubbing against her sensitive spots and sending waves of electric tingles through her body. "Very good," Ye Tian patted her hip. "Now... the pads." He personally strapped the pads onto her knees and elbows, the soft cushioning conforming to her joints so she could crawl on the floor without injury. Then, he picked up the leash and clipped it to the metal ring on her collar. "Breath control," he said. "From now on, your breathing is mine to decide."