Short story collection] Temporary Master-Slave Pairing ❤ System Short Story Ended

My Roommate is a Tool The Seven Mysteries of the Academy Being Restrained in a Live-Streamed Game Obedient Master's Training Diary Bondage Game ❤ Beauties' S&M Mind Battle The Training Story of a New Trainer and a Great Mage The Beautiful Teacher's Secret A Week-Long Bitch Experience A Restrained Daily Life with Idiot Sisters The Escape Magician Who Can't Do Magic The Fallen Saintess and the Knight How to Deal with an Annoying Colleague The option of having hands bound behind the back indicated that the upcoming match wouldn't require a controller or keyboard, but it also implied that if this option wasn't chosen, the opponent might find a way to utilize hands bound in front. Thus, we "默契" (tacitly) both selected the electroshock and hands-bound-behind-the-back option. I also understood that our remaining points would undoubtedly be sufficient to choose another option in the next round. What a hassle. My handcuffs were removed, and the rope binding my arms was also temporarily loosened for a moment, only to be replaced by the experience of my arms being bound behind my back again, losing my freedom once more. This was clearly more restrictive and despair-inducing than having my hands bound in front. Even more absurdly, my hands, tied behind me, couldn't even move away from my body. They weren't just tied; they were also secured to the crotch rope. Any struggle with my wrists would be met with resistance from the crotch rope. Then, Queen Sister helped me walk, one small step at a time. The restraints around my thighs and knees still prevented me from walking normally. On top of that, I was even wearing a somewhat bizarre-looking eye mask. Don't underestimate it. After many years of improvement, this is what the once-enormous VR helmet looks like now: small, light, high-precision, and lag-free. In short, it's amazing. But it was currently off, so my vision was pitch black. Fortunately, this path wasn't long. Queen Sister had me stand still, then turned on the game device. A room appeared before my eyes. According to the prompt in the helmet, this room was similar in size to the one I was in, and my task was to solve the puzzles within the room and escape the escape room. Seriously, is VR necessary for this? Couldn't they just do a regular escape room? Regardless of my internal complaints, there was no room for grumbling now. Before these props on my body started working, I could only do my best to lift my legs, which were locked by the shackles, and move towards the most conspicuous cabinet within my sight. Damn it, the crotch rope was already uncomfortable enough, but having my hands tied to it now made it unbearable. Imagine, when you walk, your hands naturally swing, right? Even if they're tied behind you, they'd instinctively sway back and forth. But this movement is not only prevented by the crotch rope, it also causes the knot at my [X_X] to rub back and forth. And the friction would push that damn [X_X] deeper into my body... God, please don't let this thing activate too soon. Clenching the cabinet handle in the VR space, I realized there was a cabinet in the real space here as well, with even the handle in the exact same position. Fortunately, the drawer was just about waist-high, otherwise, opening it would have been a problem. I sat before the computer, my fingers flying across the keyboard, and as the sky outside gradually darkened, a sense of anticipation grew within me. Because it was Friday. I pushed away from the keyboard, stretching my arms high above my head with a satisfying clang of metal. You might wonder why you heard metal, and that's because my hands were cuffed in front of me with a pair of leather restraints. The cuffs were secured by two exquisite silver locks, and the key was with my Master. Until he returned, my hands were destined to remain clasped before me, with only limited movement. Fortunately, the inner circumference of the cuffs was lined with soft fleece, and the chain was long enough for me to attend to my needs, even to complete the task at hand. Ah, you ask about my work? Allow me to keep you in suspense for a moment. Though I have freedom of movement within the house, I spend most of my time seated, unwilling to budge. This is because my legs are also tightly bound. I won't be shy to admit that I'm quite pleased with my legs, both their length and their curves. Though I spend my days sedentary, I haven't neglected my workouts. My calves are slender and long, my thighs full and firm. My Master, who has a penchant for legs and stockings, has me wearing a pair of black pantyhose. They feel divine to the touch! No, it's still a little embarrassing to praise myself like this. Mmm, speaking of leg restraints, they are also my own doing. I adore starting from my ankles and wrapping myself, loop by loop, until I've completely surrendered my freedom. The ropes are beautiful and neat, extending from my ankles all the way to my crotch. It took me four rolls of rope just to bind these legs, so I won't untie them unless absolutely necessary. Checking the time, he should be getting off work soon. Indeed, I heard the sound of the door opening. I turned my head and saw my Master striding quickly towards me. His breathing was a little ragged, and he was still in his work suit. He looked at me, as if to confirm my condition. "I called you when I got off work, why didn't you answer?" Of course, I knew he'd call me in the car when he left work. But today... I stuck out my tongue, feigning an innocent expression. "I was busy with something important, and my phone was off." "You!" I saw his exasperated look and covered my mouth, stifling a giggle. I love seeing him like this the most. "You definitely didn't eat properly at lunch, did you? I'll make something for you first." He finally sighed in resignation, fumbled in his pocket, and placed a set of exquisite keys beside me. "You can unlock your handcuffs now." This is a game often seen on prank shows, where two contestants face each other, holding an extra-long popsicle, and try to eat towards each other until a certain length is reached. One wrong move and they'd kiss... But this isn't some suggestive variety show; the stakes here are much, much higher. First, to prevent the two from using their hands as assistance, the staff member, a young woman, directly produced two pairs of handcuffs and locked their hands behind their backs. That wasn't the most outrageous part. They used popsicles; here, they were using actual ice cream cones, with a diameter that was... just barely manageable to swallow. Even Ren Jing rolled her eyes at the size, while Su Mei condemned this sudden misfortune, vowing to make Ren Jing pay if she ever got her hands on her. Well, they were already at each other's throats before the "cooperation challenge" even began. The two beauties weren't really slacking off, though. They bent down, opening their mouths wide, and bit into the specially made ice cream cones. Their handcuffed hands were also secretly straining behind their backs. Then, a 'crack' sound echoed. The ice cream cones were indeed very crisp, but their extreme crispness made it almost impossible for them to maintain their biting posture and move forward. Su Mei genuinely wanted to win this time. She forced herself to swallow the remnants in her mouth, almost gagging and rolling her eyes, but she didn't give up. Ren Jing, on the other hand, was much more laid-back. The fragments slowly softened in her mouth, and only then did she seize the opportunity to swallow them and take a small bite. Su Mei was furious, but with her hands cuffed, she couldn't make any extra movements. As a result, she wasn't paying attention when Ren Jing had just started to take another bite. The ice cream cone suddenly 'whooshed' and fell to the ground from the middle. "Damn it!" Su Mei couldn't help but stomp her foot. The challenge was definitely a failure now. Ren Jing shrugged, maintaining a calm demeanor about it. Thus, in their "lucky draw" segment, Su Mei drew a collar. This didn't affect her movements for the time being, but she wasn't happy. Su Mei knew there were upgraded versions of these things... As for Ren Jing, she drew handcuffs. Now she didn't need the staff member to unlock them for her. She had already collected the handcuffs and shackles, and her movements were significantly restricted. Even rolling the dice in the future would be troublesome. Ren Jing had now become the focus of everyone's attention, with almost all the audience members eagerly awaiting her loss. Not only was she a "normie" who lived a full social life, but she dared to mock them. How infuriating! The Witch of Desire, consumed by jealousy at the overflowing love she witnessed, intensely craved that sweet, passionate desire. But it was not directed at her. She felt like a starving observer at a feast, left with only emptiness. Her pretense shattered, her alluring face contorted into a terrifying mask. With a flick of her ribbons, she bound the two once more. But this time, it was more than just restraint. Si Yue's arms were tied behind her back, her eyes blindfolded. Her thighs were also bound together, leaving only her lower legs with a sliver of freedom to move. As for Xixi, her eyes could see, but her mouth was firmly gagged. Her legs were bound so tightly together, with her thighs folded against her calves, that she could only remain in a kneeling position. A testament to the Witch of Desire's cruel ingenuity, Xixi could witness everything but could not speak, while Si Yue, though capable of limited movement, was plunged into darkness. This wicked design turned a simple mechanism into an intricate puzzle. Si Yue, unaware of Xixi's predicament, called out for a long time, only to receive muffled whimpers in response, finally realizing the extent of their plight. But fate had other plans, destined to disappoint the Witch of Desire once more. Even in their dire circumstances, tightly bound as they were, Si Yue devised a way out. She directed Xixi, using the number and duration of her cries, while meticulously touching the mechanism's components, building a mental map. Their synergy was so profound that the Witch of Desire's elaborate trap was dismantled in less than half an hour. The Witch of Desire admitted, she was almost moved. Si Yue and Xixi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the Witch of Desire stirred, as if in a fit of pique. She destroyed the mechanism outright, then dragged Si Yue before her, snarling like a ravenous demon, "You lost! You lost!" Si Yue responded with quiet composure, "I know." "You know?" "Do as you will, but we will not yield!" The Witch of Desire released her, falling silent. Si Yue gently sat on the ground, guided by the sound, and leaned against Xixi, awaiting the Witch of Desire's judgment. "In that case, I shall separate you forever!" "Our hearts are forever entwined, they will not be separated," Si Yue uttered her final words before the enraged Witch of Desire stuffed a soft ball into her mouth. Impatiently, she pulled the two apart. The red ribbons, freed from her body, bound them even tighter, from ankles to chest, leaving no room for struggle. Next, she conjured a spatial folding array on the blackboard with a magical incantation and shoved Si Yue into it. She then moved to the other end of the schoolhouse, mirrored the process on a looking glass, and trapped Xixi within it as well. "Forgot to mention, our streamer小姐 wants to push her limits, so I won't be untying her for now. Please continue to enjoy, and I'll take a break to prepare. You all understand." Hearing his voice, Xiao Wu, with a surge of strength she didn't know she had, struggled and cried out desperately. In return, the man's cruel actions, as if a sudden realization, followed: he took off her high heels. Though her toes were already cramped and uncomfortable, at least the heels had helped support her body. Now, without them, she had to stand on tiptoe just to maintain her balance. Even more terrifying was the slippery liquid beneath her feet, and her wet stockings were even more slick. If she lost her footing, the tightening of the ropes all over her body would await, a sensation that was simply hellish. This man had come prepared. That was all Xiao Wu knew, but she couldn't even beg for mercy. The man left, leaving her before the camera. She no longer had the energy to pay attention to it, only praying for time to pass faster so this nightmare could end. Nothing happened. Xiao Wu transformed from a performer on stage into a bird in a cage, her every move under that person's control. And the man clearly had no intention of letting her rest. Whenever she regained some strength, the toys on her body would begin their new round of work. Electric shocks, vibrations, more intense vibrations. She convulsed as if driven mad. She could no longer maintain her balance, swinging in the air. Her limbs were almost numb. She spun in the air, her feet touching the ground with extreme difficulty, but often losing her balance and swinging again. The donations kept increasing. They were amazed at how extreme the streamer was playing, and everyone was enjoying the show. Outside the camera's view, Jin San opened his phone. On the screen was a young girl in a wheelchair. Her skin was a sickly pale, her expression blank, as she stared out the window. For him, this was a long-planned revenge. Early in the morning, Weng Yuan, her limbs folded and dressed as a bitch, was led out of the house by Lin Yuhang. If walking a female slave on a leash garnered a lot of attention, then walking a bitch on a leash would make her the center of everyone's focus. Even on the most bustling and open streets, it was rare to see a female slave dressed as a bitch. Therefore, as they walked, everyone was staring at Weng Yuan. Her face was not exposed; a black hood covered her head and the upper part of her face, while below it, a bone-shaped gag blocked her mouth. She crawled on all fours with difficulty, whimpering and drooling, leaving a lewd trail on the ground as she moved. Lin Yuhang went to the same breakfast stall. Perhaps because the previous impression was too profound, the owner immediately recognized them. Seeing Weng Yuan's stunning attire, he secretly gave Lin Yuhang a thumbs-up. Lin Yuhang smiled knowingly and ordered another bowl of soy milk. The bitch licked the white liquid from the plate. The scene was truly rare. Countless diners, without even noticing, ate their food right up their nostrils, their eyes fixed on this beautiful spectacle. Under such gazes, Weng Yuan could barely contain herself. She felt as if she had truly become a bitch, and her licking became even more vigorous. Fortunately, this time they didn't encounter such a talkative driver. After the meal, they took a taxi, their destination once again being the company. Of course, it wasn't for overtime. Weng Yuan disliked overtime and therefore didn't require her employees to work late. Perhaps unsure of the future, Weng Yuan, in a rare moment of speaking, confided her wildest fantasies to Lin Yuhang. This visit was to fulfill her desires. A'li's restraints grew more numerous. Though she managed to find the mechanisms each time and seemingly detect traps, she was caught nonetheless. Occasionally, she encountered ambushes. In the second-to-last room, for instance, she even faced assassins dressed similarly to herself. These individuals clearly weren't there to complete a mission; they piled on top of A'li like a human pyramid, pinning her down and signaling her failure and impending punishment. Perhaps this was collective intelligence, or perhaps it was the twisted amusement of the person behind the Hall of Illusions. Standing before the door to the final room, A'li was already covered in ropes. Her hands were bound behind her back, her fingers balled up and wrapped in tape. Her arms, along with her torso, were secured with hemp rope. These were not unusual, of course. A single-hand restraint, typically avoided by most magicians, was further wrapped with an additional layer, locking her arms firmly within. The straps of the single-hand restraint and the turtle shell binding her body were subtly interconnected. Any slight movement of her arms would consequently tug at the crotch rope, and the throbbing member nestled within. Her legs were bound together from the upper thighs to her ankles. She was left with no opportunity to walk, only able to hop forward in small steps since the previous room. Now, she seemed unable to proceed further. Her mouth was gagged, her eyes blindfolded by a black hood that covered her entire head. She appeared to turn her head in confusion, unable to even discern the direction of the door. "You've finally arrived," a voice announced, and the door opened directly in front of A'li. Following the sound, she could finally pinpoint her target. As an assassin, she was currently in a rather disheveled state. The exquisite curves of her form-fitting suit were even more striking now. To leap, her rounded buttocks had to arch backward, and as her body lifted and then landed, her heavy breasts swayed. She seemed oblivious to her predicament, pressing forward relentlessly. Xing'er, playing the role of the target, blinked. Her earlier utterance was meant to advance the plot and alert A'li, but now she couldn't deviate too much from her character. She spoke her lines with mock seriousness: "Given your efforts, I will grant you an opportunity." As she spoke, a rope master placed the final prop, a silver collar, around A'li's neck. "This collar will emit an electric current, the intensity increasing slightly each time, until it finally renders you unconscious. If you break free before then, I will give you a chance to challenge me." Perhaps for demonstration, she then ordered the rope master beside her to bind A'li to a pillar. What followed was the true performance. The first electric shock soon arrived. Although the initial current wasn't strong, it was enough to disrupt A'li's plan. With her fingers incapacitated, she first attempted to use her bone-shrinking technique to free her hands from the single-hand restraint. However, this skill required intense concentration and breath control. Every time she prepared to yank her hands free, the electric shock would strike, shattering all her defenses.

"Mmmph," she let out a slightly hurried hum, her body not struggling, as if acting, her body gradually softened. The man was not surprised by her reaction. After a brief observation, he easily found a black briefcase by the sofa. Inside were all the items prepared for him by the host here. Rope, handcuffs, a gag, and more sex toys, almost everything imaginable. Without much hesitation, he skillfully unfurled the rope and returned to the woman's side. While he did all this, she continued to 'faint', but if one could hear her heartbeat, they would notice it was a little fast... Her skin was fair, her body sexy and soft, and a faint fresh scent still lingered in her hair. The man's expression was one of intoxication, but his hands did not slow. As a professional, he couldn't let the client have a bad experience. At least, not on his part. The ropes crisscrossed, first binding the woman's hands behind her back, then moving up along her back to lift her hands to her lower back, then looping over her shoulders and around her chest like a dancing flower, binding her already full breasts even more exquisitely. The white shirt seemed a little thin, and a soft, milky glow seeped through. The woman continued to cooperate by maintaining her 'fainted' state, but in reality, she was greedily savoring the pleasure of being tightly bound. She felt that her upper body had no room to struggle, and her proud legs were now being tied together by the man, starting from her ankles and binding upwards layer by layer. In less than ten minutes, the woman was completely bound like a human log, with traces of rope缠绕ing from her ankles to her chest. She still had her eyes closed, but her breathing had become rapid. The man, however, did not act like a typical 'kidnapper'. He neither robbed her of money nor took her sexually. Instead, he stood aside and admired the bound body. "Mmmph." The woman finally opened her eyes, her seductive gaze still hazy. She didn't look at the man, but twisted her body and changed her position. She felt the ropes digging deeper into her flesh, but it wasn't real pain—just an urge to be led into the abyss. A strange silence followed for a while, with only the occasional sound of sweet breathing echoing. Until the woman finally spoke, her charming voice saying, "You can proceed to the next step." The man finally came back to his senses at her words. "Understood, Ms. Ye." Ye Xian gave a seductive smile. "I probably won't be able to speak after this. Thank you in advance for your craftsmanship, it's truly excellent." "Thank you," the man smiled. In his hand were a pair of stockings and a gag, both of which were about to find their appropriate places. She opened her mouth, and the stockings were balled up and slowly stuffed into her mouth, followed by a gag. The double gag made her cheeks bulge slightly, but not to the point of deformation. The man's actions became bolder. He picked up Ye Xian and placed her on the table in front of him, abdomen down. Her full breasts spread out like dough, and she couldn't help but moan, but the tight gag kept the seductive sound trapped in her throat. The man pulled her legs back and bent them upwards as much as possible. Her muscles tensed, and this position was naturally extremely uncomfortable, but Ye Xian was already on the verge of something and had no other choice. Her legs were positioned above her buttocks and connected to the rope net of her upper body by a short rope. In this way, she was awkwardly placed on the square table in a spread-eagle position. The man did not use any extra ropes to secure her, but at this moment, she couldn't even move, let alone leave. Not to mention that the height of the table was enough to make her feel despair and fear. Of course, for Ye Xian, this extreme and harsh restraint, coupled with the fear of falling with the slightest movement, was the best aphrodisiac. Her body had become hot, and her cheeks were flushed as if she had been drinking. Her eyes were slightly narrowed, clearly immersed in her own world. Finally, an eye mask covered Ye Xian's vision without surprise. The man, having finished all this, did not linger. He stood aside and admired her for a while, as if confirming that the ropes had no possibility of loosening, and then simply left the room. In fact, he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he might be tempted to do something out of line. Although, from what he knew of Ye Xian, she might not mind, but he also had his professional ethics. As a rope master, he did not intend to overstep his bounds. The sound of the door closing reached Ye Xian's ears. After being deprived of her sight, her hearing became exceptionally acute. She instantly caught the not-so-obvious sound and understood that she was now alone in the room. In this vast villa, she was trapped on this small square table, unable to move an inch. She knew that the next 'guest' would not arrive for several hours, and before that, the only thing she could do was wait here. The severe restraint made her begin to despair. Every inch of her body began to tighten, and the skin constricted by the ropes already felt a stinging pain. She knew her limbs must have turned red from the binding. She also knew that she had already taken medication, so even if she were tied here for days, there would be no accidents due to poor blood circulation. This also meant that she would have to endure an unknown period of torment. Unlike her body, her thoughts began to run wild like a runaway horse. She began to fantasize about her fate. If the next guest did not show up, would she be forgotten here? If a thief broke in before that, they would surely be tempted by her appearance, and perhaps take her to an unknown place, or even sell her. Or perhaps the next guest would be a sadist... After all, besides the first rope master, whom he had chosen, for a greater surprise, she had only selected a few from a group of applicants. If any of them broke their word, then what awaited her would be more than just a surprise. This time was so long, especially since her body was incredibly desirous, yet she had no way to comfort herself. At first, she tried to pull at the ropes with her hands bound behind her back, or to wiggle her legs wrapped in stockings, in an attempt to get some minimal friction on her sensitive areas. But the professional was indeed a professional. The rope master had left no shortcuts. He had skillfully avoided the sensitive points of her lower body. Although her entire body was wrapped in ropes, the part that needed pressure the most was empty. At this moment, Ye Xian longed for the feeling of the rope binding her honey hole, but everything was predetermined. As a temporary slave girl, she didn't even have the right to experience pleasure. Even more terrifying was that she couldn't even perceive the passage of time. The long restraint made her feel as if days had passed, but in reality, perhaps not even an hour had gone by. Because she heard no more sounds, in the darkness, it was as if the entire world consisted only of herself. This despair and desire were like a cycle. Sometimes desire overcame despair, immersing her in lust, and sometimes despair gained the upper hand, driving her to the brink of madness in the harsh restraint.

Liu Fei's skin was covered in goosebumps if one looked closely, and no matter how hard she tried, her beautiful legs could no longer stop the urine from exiting her body. All she could do was close her eyes, distance herself from her actions as much as possible, and then, as if giving up, lean against the glass, the sound of trickling like a stream filling her ears. The urine soaked the hem of her dress, flowing down the gap between her legs. Some dripped onto the floor, and some even slid into her high heels. The process was almost unstoppable, as if it would never end. Until the very end, Liu Fei's body trembled, her mind a blank. Fortunately, her body's instincts were still there. Ignoring the wetness in certain areas, she slumped onto the seat as if all her strength had been drained, remaining motionless for a long time. Fortunately, the potion had some effect; at least the expelled liquid had no peculiar odor. This was perhaps Liu Fei's only stroke of luck. Exhausted physically and mentally, she finally closed her eyes and managed to rest for a while in a daze. However, deep sleep was out of the question. When she woke up, she was surprised herself, even overlooking the pool of clear liquid beneath her and the still slippery sensation on the soles of her shoes. She turned her head, using her still somewhat hazy eyes, which she couldn't wipe with her bound hands, to observe her neighbors outside the glass cage again. Ling Yun seemed to be awake, and the night didn't seem to have been too difficult for her. She leaned lazily against the wall, her beautiful legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, peeking out from under her qipao, elegantly crossed. If one looked closely, a trace of moisture could be seen beneath this elegance, especially as the stockings on the inner sides of her legs had changed color, clearly having experienced the same predicament as Liu Fei, defeated by instinct and leaving behind proof of humiliation. However, compared to Liu Fei's restless demeanor after waking up, Ling Yun appeared remarkably calm. As expected of an old member and perennial loser of the Silk Charm Club, Liu Fei recalled what she had heard about Ling Yun. This frequent competitor in the games had almost never won, thus spending most of the year bound and thoroughly dominated as a slave in others' homes. She seemed to enjoy this life and had long adapted to all sorts of restraints and torments, possessing extreme patience for humiliating training. This competition was perfectly suited to her tastes, wasn't it? Liu Fei felt a bleak future ahead, realizing she likely didn't have much of a chance. Just as Liu Fei was lost in melancholy, the screen that had been off suddenly lit up. Apart from Liu Fei herself, the only one who could control the screen was Miss Queen from outside. She greeted everyone in her usual tone that was begging for discipline and then said with a smile, "How did everyone sleep? I, on the other hand, slept wonderfully." This greeting was even more provocative. Liu Fei gritted her teeth in anger. If she ever had the chance, she would tie up that detestable host and torment her fiercely! Little did she know, this was already the wish of many people both on and off stage. Unfortunately, unless Queen's mysterious boss intervened, they simply wouldn't get the opportunity. The outcome of the day was not beyond Liu Fei's expectations. Yesterday's loser, the bunny girl who was tied spread-eagle on the floor, unable to move, had indeed reached her limit. Having also experienced incontinence, the bunny girl couldn't hide in a corner to relieve herself like Liu Fei. She could only continue to lie in her own urine, even shifting her position to wet almost her entire body. Already struggling to escape the extreme restraints and deeply depressed, this became the last straw that broke the camel's back. After crying hysterically for a while, she remembered to give a thumbs-up, forfeiting the competition to gain a brief respite. The reason it was a brief respite was that after leaving the glass cage, she was only taken to take a bath, and then immediately re-bound and brought back to the stage. The punishment for losers awaited her. However, looking at her, being freed from that desperate restraint and humiliation seemed to be enough. Even when fixed to a pillar below the stage, bound tightly from head to toe, with a gag stuffed in her mouth, she had no complaints. As for Miss Oni, who received special treatment, she was surprisingly resilient. Although she was also extremely disheveled, she managed to hold on until the end of the "reward" time. Through close-up shots from the camera, people could see her lying limply on the ground, unable to move. Being unable to move even a finger all night had made every muscle in her body sore. If not for the medication, she would likely have lost all sensation. The previously boastful, tomboyish Oni could now only whimper. She lay silently on the ground, her sexy long legs curled up towards her chest, her entire body almost curled into a ball. This posture clearly indicated a lack of security from the body's owner, perhaps revealing Oni's true inner self, evoking pity while also providing a sense of cathartic pleasure. Seeing the audience seats gradually filling up, Queen smiled with satisfaction and waved, saying, "As the saying goes, nature calls. I know you all had to 'answer nature's call a little' last night, so I've specially prepared a sauna and bath for you this morning. Happy?" Not happy at all! Liu Fei wanted to shout this thought to Queen, but the streams of water gushing from all directions interrupted her. She didn't know what kind of high-tech glass cage this was; it didn't look like it could hide such devices, yet the water sprayed over inexplicably. The water was slightly cool, and Liu Fei shivered involuntarily, curling back onto the seat from her standing position. In just a moment, Liu Fei was thoroughly drenched. Her hair was plastered to her forehead by the water, making her look utterly pathetic. She lowered her head, enduring the water's baptism while thinking to herself, no wonder they didn't mention anything else before the competition, only advising her not to wear overly expensive clothes and shoes. Even so, she still felt heartbroken about her high heels. Those detestable people had modified her shoes before the competition, adding leather straps with key-operated buckles around her ankles, securely fastening the high heels to her feet. It seemed they were beyond saving, and she still had to continue wearing them. The fatigue accumulated rapidly, not to mention the damp and slippery discomfort inside.

This was the classic attire of a dominatrix, one could guess their profession with their eyes closed. The reason for the word "almost" was that she hadn't expected these dominatrices to stand outside the cage tormenting her. Instead, they had entered the cage as if willingly. The dominatrix assigned to Liu Fei, perhaps due to her age, had a body curve that leaned more towards the ideal of a voluptuous beauty. Her waist might not have been as slender as Liu Fei's, but paired with her ripe, peach-like full buttocks and the firm, cannonball-like breasts, it was a truly perfect match. Keep in mind, this glass cage was only one square meter. Liu Fei already felt cramped inside by herself, and now another person had entered. Not only that, but the cage door behind them was locked. This meant Liu Fei was now squeezed together with this voluptuous beauty. This was not alluring at all; instead, it made Liu Fei feel extremely depressed and agitated. And this beauty... she was a dominatrix! What made Liu Fei even more upset was that this dominatrix had already taken out her tools and was preparing to act on her! Liu Fei was completely unable to resist. Let alone her hands being bound, even if they weren't, her strength in this confined space was no match for the dominatrix. She swore she had struggled with all her might, but the dominatrix showed no mercy, slapping her buttocks several times. After subduing her, the woman, disregarding the near-skin-to-skin contact, managed to create some space and spread Liu Fei's legs apart, folding her thighs and calves together, and tightly binding them with coils of rope. Liu Fei was furious. This position was more humiliating than having her legs tied together. The woman even used her own thighs to press between Liu Fei's legs, forcing her to maintain this spread-leg posture. Any slight movement would result in the other woman's knees pressing inward, causing an unbearable tingling sensation. Queen's voice chimed in at the opportune moment, making Liu Fei completely abandon all resistance. "Oh my, it seems our staff is very enthusiastic. Then allow me to explain the rules of this round of competition in detail. This is the option that received over 90% of the votes. First, our dominatrices will share a room with you. You should already know this. So, what will they do? That's right, they will, of course, dominate you. You can resist to your heart's content, or indulge and enjoy, and what awaits you will be the long-awaited climax." "Then, the speed of reaching climax will be the judging standard. The first to reach three orgasms will be today's winner and will enjoy our special reward. As for the losers, they will, of course, accept their punishment. Alright, does anyone have any questions? Hmm, very good, then if there are no questions, let's begin!" You weren't planning on letting anyone ask questions, were you? Liu Fei couldn't help but grumble in her heart, but it was too late to speak. The beautiful dominatrix opposite her had already begun to grope her body. Her hands were warm and slightly smooth, and as they gently traced her skin, it felt like they were caressing her heart. She opened her mouth, and her voice had already turned into seductive gasps and moans. The woman took the opportunity to insert a ball gag into her slightly parted mouth. In her panic, Liu Fei had no time to refuse, and the sounds from her mouth turned into muffled whimpers. "So cute," Liu Fei heard the dominatrix speak for the first time. Her voice was husky and magnetic. She breathed it out by Liu Fei's ear, making her completely go limp. To be fair, she wasn't a novice and had some experience. It was all thanks to the dominatrix's incredibly sharp techniques. Even without using any tools, Liu Fei's desire had already been thoroughly ignited. Especially in this cramped space, the distance between them was so close that every movement of the dominatrix would inevitably brush against Liu Fei's other parts. Like her firm breasts, each time they neared Liu Fei, they would have an intimate collision. The four mounds of flesh changed shape under the pressure, not only stimulating but also making one's mind wander. Coupled with the panting sounds so close by and the faint, seductive scent in the air, it was more aphrodisiac than any love potion. The dominatrix gently caressed Liu Fei's cheek with her right hand, while her left hand silently lifted the already disheveled hem of her skirt. The palm-sized piece of fabric naturally couldn't block anything. She deftly hooked the ribbon tied to the side, letting her underwear fall to the floor. Liu Fei reacted slightly more intensely, but when the dominatrix's fingers caressed her most sensitive spot and gave a slight, forceful flick to that little bud, she lost all strength. Her struggles turned into coquettish wriggles, and her body instinctively began to cooperate with the other woman's actions. Liu Fei's murmurs only spurred the dominatrix on. She didn't go deep, but merely stoked her desire through various means. Liu Fei's legs were already becoming wet, and her body's craving made her eagerly anticipate the arrival of climax. "Mmm, mmm mmm mmm!!!" Even through her moans, one could hear her desire steaming. "Do you want it?" the dominatrix's voice echoed in Liu Fei's ear again, like a succubus's whisper. Putting aside her pride, Liu Fei nodded without thinking, completely forgetting to dwell on her identity or potential future downfall. But who would have thought that even in her current state, the dominatrix would still leisurely toy with her body, and even stop all actions just as she was about to climax! "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!!!" Liu Fei's body was taut, her toes in her high heels almost curled, waiting for that final moment to arrive. But... but this woman actually let her stop at the last step before reaching the peak! This was outrageous! Liu Fei widened her misty, alluring eyes and tried to clamp her legs together, to rub. This was naturally futile. The dominatrix had absolute control over her slave; how could she let her complete that final step herself? From rejection to desperate craving, it had only been a mere ten minutes. While Liu Fei was still tormented by this desire, her neighbors were in similar predicaments. It had to be said that the sisters of Silk Charm Club might come from different backgrounds and have different personalities, but perhaps their commonality was their strong desires and their fondness for restraint, bondage, and domination. Therefore, regardless of their previous performance, they were all thoroughly tormented in this segment. The restraints on their bodies were the best catalysts, making them constantly demand more, but the dominatrices' skilled techniques ensured that every beauty experienced the most genuine stop-start climax experience at the edge of orgasm. It sounded truly wicked. Ling Yun's qipao had been torn to shreds by her own struggles, the hem lifted to her waist. Her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were spread wide. A hole had been torn in the crotch by the dominatrix. This slutty woman wore no underwear, and her full mons was exposed directly beneath her stockings. The dense pubic hair had been completely shaved, and moisture flowed, as if she could no longer endure it. She pressed herself against the dominatrix, constantly rubbing, almost making the dominatrix blush. Looking at Xu Yan, this young girl no longer had her previous innocent look. Her youthful face was filled with lust. Compared to Ling Yun, she might not have been as proactive, but her movements were more pronounced. Her small feet were constantly kicking, and the dominatrix almost couldn't hold her down. Her starved appearance was like that of a young succubus. As for Miss Ou Ni. The competition between her pride and her shame left her unsure whether to resist or yield. But soon, she completely surrendered. She told herself, in a way akin to hypnosis, that this was for the sake of victory in the competition, and completely succumbed to her body's desires. Unfortunately, her wish was unfulfilled. She thought she would soon taste a beautiful climax, and didn't even resist when the zipper of her hot pants was pulled open, only to be met with a teasing stop-start experience. She was so angry she almost wanted to bite the dominatrix fiercely, but was constrained by the heavy restraints, and could only glare in impotent rage, earning the amused pointing and gesturing of the audience.

My living space is a large, open-plan apartment. Usually, it's just the two of us, so there are more than enough rooms. With my cooperation and my Master's whimsical ideas, every room except the bedroom has been converted into a play area. Even the living room... I glance over. In the corner, there's a torture rack fashioned from the exoskeleton of a disassembled rocking chair. These things are actually in other rooms, and more advanced, but this was the first large prop I created with Master, holding significant sentimental value. It doesn't look out of place in the living room; instead, it's convenient for Master to tie me up on it while watching TV and admiring me, so it stayed there. Then there's the coffee table, the one I loathe the most. Its all-glass base is hollow, about a meter long, and half a meter in width and height. The sides of the base can open and lock, its purpose being self-evident. It's not an ordinary cage – I'm accustomed to the custom-made cages in the playrooms, tailored to my size. I often spend nights in them. As long as I can stretch my legs, and with the psychological burden lifted, they're no different from a regular bed, at most just being secured with handcuffs and shackles, which I don't mind. But this is different. When I'm tied up and stuffed inside, let alone move, I can't even stretch my legs. I have to bend my knees, hunch over, and bow my head, my chest almost pressed against my thighs, my head in intimate contact with my knees. The feeling is indescribably uncomfortable. If Master is in a good mood, he'll just throw me in there, admiring my struggling, uncomfortable expression from all angles through the glass. Or he'll deliberately not gag me, letting me plead with him incessantly. He even secretly records it for me to listen to. I'd be utterly miserable then, practically losing my mind, begging him like a submissive bitch, saying anything shameful. But if I do something that displeases Master greatly, he has other arrangements. Like that night, I deliberately "provoked" him by mentioning a previous client I'd shot with. I swear my brain short-circuited, and that person hadn't done anything other than tie me up once. Using him to give Master a chance to "punish" me seemed insignificant. But I forgot Master's intense possessiveness. His face immediately changed. Without a word, he reinforced the handcuffs behind my back with a single-hand cuff. Then came various restraints, binding me from head to toe. His expression, coupled with my ingrained obedience, meant I never considered resisting before he stuffed me into this coffee table. This time was different from usual; not only was my mouth gagged, rendering me unable to utter pleas, but my vision was also plunged into darkness. It was the tablecloth, unused for a long time. Once draped, the coffee table lost its special nature, and I was completely hidden beneath the veil, as if I never existed. This was truly a situation where I couldn't call out to heaven or earth. Besides being curled up uncomfortably, my struggles were futile. The coffee table was incredibly heavy; my slight wriggles only produced faint, teeth-grinding friction sounds. Beyond that, the outside world felt nothing. This was the first time I felt so uncomfortable being bound, and one of the few times I cried out of sheer discomfort. In a daze, I even thought Master was going to abandon me, planning to keep me locked in there until the end of time... When I was finally released, I learned that only two hours had passed. To me, it felt like two centuries. My hands and feet were practically numb, and it took a whole night to recover. Then, I had to rush to tie myself in a bondage harness and lock my hands behind my back with handcuffs, then clatter to the study where Master had been sulking all night to apologize. That took a lot of effort. In the morning, I was under his desk, occasionally giving him oral sex. In the afternoon, I obediently played the role of a dog to amuse him. Looking back now, I think I actually enjoyed it. Later, we made a pact: unless I committed another major offense, I wouldn't be locked in the coffee table for more than half an hour! Hmph, perhaps my fear was too evident, as Master often used it to scare me. Honestly, I've always been so obedient... maybe... Besides these large props, there are clasps in various places around the rooms for securing chains, making it easy to tether me anywhere on a whim. As for the restraints and bondage gear, there are so many that the walk-in closet, over a dozen square meters, had to be converted into a storage room. It contains everything from the most basic ropes, cotton cords, shackles, restraints, single-hand cuffs, bondage suits, to various sex toys like dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, electro-stimulators, and low-temperature candles. Every weekend, after a day of training and a day of rest, I have to put all these items back in their place in the morning. Seeing these things up close always ignites my extreme masochistic libido, which I can only vent through excessive exercise. In reality, my own bedroom still has a considerable number of normal clothes. I've divided my clothes into three categories. Besides underwear and shoes/socks, everyday casual wear is usually kept on the outside. Then, in the middle, are the various uniforms. These uniforms, while somewhat ahead of their time, wouldn't necessarily cause a scene if worn out. At most, they'd be mistaken for unsuccessful cosplay, or I'd be called a "slut" for being too revealing, harmless remarks. Moreover, Master's intense possessiveness means he's clearly not interested in, and even detests, taking me out for public displays of training. I myself have fantasized about it and even had experiences sneaking out with small toys and wearing a bondage harness, which Master discovered, resulting in "cruel" training punishments. Besides the two categories of "regular clothes," the rest are what I call "clothes" that cannot be worn out. Since Master likes tight-fitting garments, most of these are very snug, like latex suits. Personally, I don't really like latex suits; they're too troublesome to put on, taking a long time just to get into. Therefore, Master usually doesn't allow me to take them off, often ordering me to wear them for days on end, leaving my entire body feeling tight and restricted, even without additional restraints. Around that time, a certain popular trend was circulating, and posts about latex suits used for prolonged restraint, turning female slaves into human furniture, were circulating online. Master found this particularly interesting and decided to try it on me. I, being half-hearted, cooperated. Prolonged restraint naturally couldn't be done with rope. Master even traveled to another region to obtain some medicinal wine, said to speed up blood circulation and prevent issues from poor blood flow due to prolonged restraint. I don't know if it works, but after applying the wine, it did provide some lubrication. Of course, the usual lubricant still had to be applied. Most of the latex suits Master prepared for me were the rarer ones that included attached socks, with a hidden zipper at the back that could be locked. Honestly, my hands have trouble finding the right position through the latex, and even if I had the key, I couldn't open it. Without Master's help, I can't take it off at all; it's truly a second skin. After putting on the suit and locking it, I was instructed to put on high-heeled boots. The shafts reached below my knees, cinched extremely tight with laces, and the heels were seven inches high. Master dislikes platforms, so one can imagine how steep the slope of these boots was. Even for me, walking in them felt precarious, like I'd forgotten how to walk. Once the exterior was satisfactory, it was time for restraint. My head was covered with a latex hood, matching the suit. It had an opening at the back to tie my long hair into a ponytail and extend it out. The front had a distinct opening only at the mouth, and barely visible breathing holes at the nostrils. My mouth, of course, was gagged. My eyes saw nothing, and I could only stand still, hands behind my back, as Master began the binding. "Binding" might not be entirely accurate. It was a set of restraints woven together with multiple bondage straps, forming a restraint suit connected to a single-hand cuff. Once worn, it essentially covered all upper body restraint needs. Not only were my hands bound behind my back, but it also created a shibari-like effect in front, accentuating the body's curves and preventing my arms from separating from my torso. It was quite convenient and not overly uncomfortable. The only thing I wasn't happy about was the lack of a vibrator in my crotch. The restraint strap passing between my legs, similar to a crotch strap, felt itchy and constantly provocative. For this training session, Master had also specially acquired a stand with a base and iron rods embedded with locking rings. Once my legs were also bound by restraints, I would be fixed upright against this iron rod. I couldn't see myself, of course, but Master later showed me the photos and videos he took. I was wearing an all-black latex suit, the material naturally very smooth, gleaming enchantingly under the light. Inside the suit, apart from the slight rise and fall of my chest, I was completely immobile. Yes, being so securely bound to the rack gave me a somewhat furniture-like appearance. For me, this feeling was quite novel, at least at first. I could feel Master busy around me for a while. I knew the iron rod itself could be extended, for example, to form a cross to the sides, its purpose quite simple: to hang clothes. It seemed he first thought of this when he saw a photo of a similar human coat rack taken by an international enthusiast. So, his wish was granted. If I were to be fixed here, fed only liquid food daily, with a special excretion method, would I truly become living furniture? After all, I have extensive theoretical knowledge, having read extensively (limited to restraint literature). In my idleness, my thoughts naturally began to wander. This fantasy made me increasingly excited, and I couldn't help but rub my legs together for some stimulation. However, as soon as I moved too much, Master whipped me. Mmm, is this also part of the training – as furniture – an inanimate object cannot move. But the biggest drawback was my feet; they were truly uncomfortable! These high heels were just too high! And I really wanted to climax, I really, really wanted to!

Qingying certainly didn't want to! But her mouth, except when eating, was always stuffed with a hard ball. Other than saliva, nothing else could be expelled from it. "I knew you'd agree." The Witch of Death's perverse pleasure was precisely this. Though considerably shorter than Qingying, she directly picked her up. Qingying's futile struggles naturally brought no change. Held by the Witch of Death, she stopped in a bizarre room. The Witch of Death then tossed her, clothes and all, into a pot emitting a peculiar fragrance. For a moment, Qingying even thought the Witch of Death intended to cook and eat her! The liquid in the pot didn't make Qingying experience the agony of drowning again. She twisted her body and sat in it. The lukewarm liquid felt unremarkable, but Qingying knew it wouldn't be that simple. But what of it? What could she change? Qingying's body was thoroughly permeated by the aroma, while the Witch of Death stood before her, holding bundles of white bandages. She brandished them, and the bandages danced around Qingying like waves in the air. Before Qingying could react, the bandages clung to her body. The ropes on her body remained untied, and the bandages, like a second skin, wrapped around her entire form, including the ropes, leaving no gap. Her legs, slender waist, and full breasts were all covered in pure white bandages. And yet, it wasn't over. Qingying felt the bandages touch her cheeks, moving upwards from her chin, covering her nose and eyes completely. The world turned dark and silent. Qingying felt the entire world slipping away from her. She could still faintly hear the Witch of Death's voice: "I heard this is called a mummy. It can preserve corpses for a thousand years without decay. But don't worry, I won't let you die. In fact, I've made some special modifications. These bandages bear my mark, the purest life force. Combined with the liquid I specially prepared you were soaked in, you will no longer need food or water, nor will you need to worry about your body aging. Your skin will even become as tender as a baby's. It's a shame you won't be able to see it yourself." Qingying began to struggle. She vaguely grasped a terrifying truth, but it was all in vain. To the Witch of Death, her struggles were as laughable as a fish on a chopping block. Watching the white humanoid figure with beautiful curves writhe on the platform, she brought out a yellow humanoid shell. This shell was also made of special metal, and its interior space perfectly conformed to Qingying's figure. She easily pinned Qingying down, then placed her inside the box. After tightening the straps on top, Qingying's struggles became utterly ineffective. As the metal shell closed, this humanoid coffin, which isolated all sound and light, would become Qingying's inescapable cage forever. Qingying let out a mournful cry, but it was all firmly muffled in her throat by the gag and the bandages. She once again experienced the despairing [X_X] sensation of drowning, the unreleased悶絕 and restraint making her heart race. Was she going to die? she thought, wishing she could die immediately. But just as the Witch of Death had told her, the bandages not only bound her but also provided her with strength, leading to a new cycle of [X_X], struggle, and despair. This would repeat endlessly, without pause. As for the Witch of Death, after completing all this, she dragged the shell out of the room and stepped into the water. Strangely, the water seemed to fear her, parting before her. At the end of the path lay a prepared sanctuary. More accurately, it was a prepared tomb, an underwater tomb! Perhaps in a hundred or a thousand years, someone would discover this place, and find a young girl eternally imprisoned within. The story thus concluded. There was no victory of good over evil, no knight descending from the heavens to rescue the imprisoned heroine. All that remained was endless despair and restraint. Qingying listened, dumbfounded. How could the initial boastfulness have led to such torment, imprisonment, and being turned into a mummy? She was too miserable. "Hehehe." Facing Qingying's complaint, Xiao Qi chuckled sheepishly, scratching her head. "This is the story I heard."

Under Chu Sheng's plan, the amusement park was divided into several areas. As a tourist, if you were among the luckier ones, meaning you had at least one playmate, you could enter the luxurious hotel area on the left. This area wasn't originally part of the amusement park; a wealthy benefactor had generously booked the entire section for the carnival guests' accommodation. As per the club's requirements, before entering, you needed to assign roles with your playmate. As the name suggests, the party designated as the slave had to accept restraints before entry. It makes sense, doesn't it? After all, it's a carnival themed around bondage. If both individuals are unwilling to be bound, they would naturally be denied entry. It's worth noting that tickets to this carnival are incredibly hard to come by, with enthusiasts from all over the world scrambling to participate. Returning to the main point, as a master of bondage, you possess not just one playmate, but two. Both are beauties chosen from a hundred. Similarly, due to your extensive experience, you are well-prepared, and your two little slaves have already been bound. After parking the car, you smile and observe the first female slave in the passenger seat, her hands bound behind her back, her body secured by the seatbelt. She is your lover, brought together by a shared passion. She is accustomed to prolonged restraint and shows no discomfort, instead blinking her bright eyes, curiously taking in the scenery outside the car. Seeing this, you casually reach out and caress her thighs firmly. The texture of the stockings is something you never tire of touching. After a playful moment with her, you get out of the car, open the passenger door, release the seatbelt, and finally help her out. It's not that she's incapable of getting out on her own; it's simply that you've bound her quite tightly, not only her hands but also her knees together. Coupled with her high heels, getting out of the car by herself would indeed be a challenge. Once out of the car, she stands patiently. In this setting, there's no need for her to hide, and without your command, even though your hand isn't covering her mouth, she remains obediently silent. And you, you still have one more task to attend to. There's no one in the back seat, so the only remaining spot for your other female slave is the trunk. You open it, and sure enough, a beautifully bound beauty lies inside. She's dressed provocatively, her black slip dress and short skirt barely covering any skin, while the restraints on her body cover a larger area. She prefers rough treatment, so her restraints are even tighter, accentuating her full and voluptuous figure. Her eyes are covered by an eyepatch, and her mouth is gagged with a ball gag. Due to the length of the journey, a small puddle of drool has accumulated beneath her mouth. You can't help but lift her short skirt and leave a handprint on her fair, round, and perky ass to wake her up. You finally lift her out, removing the eyepatch and the gag. Upon closer inspection, even an outsider would notice the striking resemblance between her and your first female slave. Of course, they are indeed a pair of real sisters. As you look into her eyes, shimmering with desire, you know she's already burning with lust from the vibrator set to its lowest setting between her legs. However, you have no intention of letting her release here. You pat her perky ass again, take hold of the chain on her collar, linking her with her sister, and lead the two beauties, their hands bound behind them and their knees tied together, stumbling towards the entrance. You lead them through a not-so-long corridor, which is certainly not easy for them. Along the way, you enjoy the sound of high heels clicking on the ground and the involuntary moans of the two beauties as they struggle to maintain their balance. At the entrance, a beautiful receptionist will guide you based on the personal information you provide. These young women are volunteers and employees of the bondage club, so you relish their not-so-swift data entry process. After all, they are wearing shining golden handcuffs, which are bound to slow them down. The guide is also a pretty young lady, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, with her hands bound behind her back and small bells tied to her high heels. One of them will be selected to lead you to your room. You follow her, watching her fluffy tail sway behind her as it passes before your eyes, your anticipation growing. A month prior, the club began preparations, equipping the rooms with additional restraint facilities to ensure an optimal experience for the guests. Your suite is on the fifth floor of this luxurious hotel, consisting of a small living room, a bedroom, and a training room. And you, my friend, after bidding farewell to the bunny girl, can no longer contain yourself. You push your pair of slave sisters onto the bed, marking a perfect start to this wonderful carnival trip. Don't assume the conditions are harsh; in reality, applications for solo tourists break new records every year. Setting aside the attractions within the carnival, the services provided by these trainers alone are worth the ticket price. During these few days of 'residence,' they can enjoy various forms of restraint and training, tailored entirely to their preferences. Those who enjoy excitement and extreme experiences can opt for random or ultra-strict confinement; there's always something for everyone. For example, if you wish to experience living alone in a restrained state, you can choose a solo living unit. It's located on the top floor of the solo living area and is the only option for solo guests to have a private room. You will still be restrained, at the very least with your hands bound behind your back, along with either a Japanese-style or straight-arm binding. Leg restraints are usually minimal, often just a short rope tied around the ankles, leaving you ample space for movement. The room is specially designed, for instance, sharp corners are covered with soft fabric. The television controls are placed on the floor beside the sofa, reachable with your toes, even while wearing stockings. As for the bathroom, a full set of mechanical arm assistance and cleaning is provided, allowing you to handle personal matters even with your hands bound behind your back. Of course, bathing will require assistance; you can summon staff or trainers via the bell in the room to provide service. If you are a masochist and prefer to be controlled at all times, you can opt for more stringent restraints. Of course, since your legs will inevitably be bound and immobile, a suite would be unnecessary. You will be housed in the same room with other like-minded individuals, typically in a four-person room. You can engage in simple communication or hop to each other's beds to play. Imagine, that seems quite interesting. Of course, if you prefer to keep to yourself and have no interest in observing others' restraints, the club can thoughtfully provide you with a set of facial restraints. You can choose from a ball gag, a horse bit, a ring gag, or a dildo to block your mouth, paired with an eyepatch or a full-face hood. This will ensure you are immersed in your own world, completely unaware of your surroundings, and even unaware of how many like-minded individuals are lying beside you. Finally, further down, there lies the dungeon prepared for the ultimate masochists. Here, cages (of various sizes, the smallest only allowing you to curl up), hobby horses, racks, and suspension rings are provided, along with various fixation and restraint devices. You can choose your preferred device, or opt for a surprise – a random selection to experience. Please note that once a choice is made, whether it's the degree of bondage or the method of restraint, it cannot be changed. Even if you choose an option that exceeds your tolerance, you must remain until the carnival ends. Among these solo tourists, there are one hundred, oh, now including Su Jin, one hundred and one. They are even more special. After undergoing various selections, these one hundred and one individuals, who have been invited and accepted, will participate in the carnival's final and grandest event: a competition of unprecedented scale. Firstly, for fairness, these contestants are all young and beautiful women. Once they enter the amusement park, they must be personally managed by the trainers. There is no choice this time; the contestants will be uniformly restrained. Follow Su Jin's perspective to witness the process.

"Heh, perhaps they deliberately lost, wanting to experience stricter restraint themselves." As for the bet, Ye Yun seemed to have her own ideas. With a seductive smile, she placed her hands behind her back, letting her ample breasts thrust forward. "Since we both lost the bet, of course... according to our previous agreement, tie me up." Chu Sheng was almost mesmerized by the beautiful sight before him. After a moment's thought, he understood. This woman's explanation was clear: she was fulfilling her end of the bet to tell Chu Sheng that he also had to honor his. If he was lucky, he might get a sexy female slave for free. Chu Sheng saw no reason to refuse. If that was the case, why did Ye Yun go to such lengths, using herself as bait, to push for this? Or did she simply want to be bound? There were many temporary structures set up within the amusement park, small rooms of three to five square meters. They were there for couples who came together, providing a private space with various restraints, training props, and simple seating. For a small fee, they could be rented for short periods. Leaving the two secretaries outside, Chu Sheng took Ye Yun into an empty restraint room. Ye Yun, already acting like she owned the place, began selecting items from a wall-mounted cabinet. She didn't forget to throw Chu Sheng a seductive glance. "My temporary master, what will you use to bind me? Leather straps, rope, chains?" "You seem quite eager." "Why, as the manager, shouldn't I be eager to be tied up?" Ye Yun leaned closer, her alluring face flushed, her delicate lips almost touching Chu Sheng's earlobe. Her sweet breath made him feel a tickle of desire, not to mention her incredibly full breasts pressing against his arm. Chu Sheng had already been aroused by Su Jin earlier, but that was Su Jin. He couldn't possibly do anything with her in such a casual setting. Ye Yun, however, was different. There was no emotional foundation, and no responsibility. He could barely control himself. It took all his effort to regain his senses from her charm. He then looked at his hands, which were now holding several items. "You certainly know how to choose," he said. It was only at this moment that Ye Yun displayed her professionalism. "What are you waiting for, Master~?" Yes, he couldn't hold back any longer. He picked up the rope and simply bound Ye Yun's wrists behind her back. Then, he bound her elbows. With Ye Yun's flexibility, there was no need to leave any slack. He brought them together and then threaded the rope vertically for reinforcement. This wasn't a very strict restraint, but it was just preparation. The most important item was the next one. Ye Yun had brought it herself: an unusual restraint glove. Typically, this type of glove only had a few straps above the chest to prevent it from slipping off. The peculiarity of this one lay in the dazzling array of restraint straps. As Chu Sheng was about to put the glove on Ye Yun, she suddenly turned with a nimble movement and dodged. She smiled seductively, "Don't forget about the little guy." Following her gaze, Chu Sheng naturally saw the "little guy" she mentioned. Frankly, it wasn't small at all, and it was surprisingly long, covered in tiny bumps. If it were Su Jin, the smallest setting would probably send her into orgasms. But for Ye Yun, it might just be right. Chu Sheng picked up the dildo, applied some lubricant, and seeing that Ye Yun was indeed letting him do as he pleased, he unzipped her bodysuit at the rather discreet zipper near her crotch. She wasn't wearing underwear, as expected. Her pubic area was completely shaved, with only her labia slightly parted, moist and waiting. "Perhaps I don't even need lubricant," Chu Sheng thought to himself, trying to fight the stirrings in his heart. Honestly, it was quite difficult, especially when the dildo slid smoothly into Ye Yun's body, and she let out a moaning,淫荡 groan of pleasure. Her body seemed to go soft, leaning against Chu Sheng, and the scent of arousal made him unable to stop fantasizing. Ye Yun's face was a mixture of lust and satisfaction. As the zipper closed, the dildo was firmly secured. No matter how much Ye Yun moved, she probably wouldn't be able to shake it out. From then on, she became much more cooperative. The restraint glove itself was tightened considerably, and several straps further secured her wrists and other joints, making it truly impossible to escape. Not to mention the additional straps in front. Besides wrapping around her shoulders and using her body's structure to suspend the glove behind her back, other straps ran parallel to form a rope harness, binding the glove to Ye Yun's torso. It was foolproof, and it squeezed her full, cannonball-like breasts as if they were about to launch. Furthermore, a leather strap passed between Ye Yun's legs, looping from the front to the back, emerging from between her plump buttocks, and connecting to a ring at the tail of the glove. With this connection, even the experienced Ye Yun's legs went weak, and she couldn't support her body, collapsing onto the floor. She had to tilt her head back, extending her arms as far back as possible to prevent the strap passing through her [X] from pushing the dildo inside her body further. The flush on her face deepened, and her breathing became rapid. "Can you still stand up?" Chu Sheng's question was somewhat insensitive. Ye Yun squinted her seductive eyes, her voice trembling, "Isn't this better?"