The haughty student president is forced to humiliate herself when her schoolmates discover her carelessness in self-bo

As Yaje walked towards the meeting room, she was undoubtedly the center of attention. Though it was evening, her original height of 1.7 meters, amplified by 8-centimeter heels, made her appear even taller. The white silk stockings beneath her trench coat and the exposed white silk of her insteps were accentuated by the darkness of the night. Yaje's heart was filled with nervousness; she was about to engage in her next self-bondage session. This thought consumed her as she walked, her demeanor becoming even more aloof and cold, her head bowed as she hurried to reach the conference room as quickly as possible. In the elevator, Yaje encountered Yichun, another vice-director of the student union, who was also attending the meeting. Yichun noticed that Yaje seemed different today, appearing slightly tense, even flustered. When the elevator reached their floor and the doors opened, Yichun stepped aside, allowing Yaje to go first. Yaje had to take small steps in her heels, which only deepened Yichun's confusion. Watching Yaje's retreating back, Yichun wore a perplexed expression. The student union meeting proceeded smoothly, with reports quickly concluded, and everyone appeared relieved, ready to go about their own business. The only one tense throughout the meeting was Yaje, who was anxiously awaiting its end to release herself. As the vice-president delivered his summary, the meeting concluded, and everyone rose to leave. Seeing Yaje still seated, they assumed the president had something more to say and turned to look at her. Yaje quickly said, "Oh, I just have some materials to organize. You all can go ahead." The others, visibly relieved, filed out. Yichun, amidst the crowd, also left, having her own matters to attend to and having long forgotten Yaje's unusual state in the elevator. Once everyone had departed, Yaje suppressed her nervousness and stood up, intending to lock the door. The sound of her heels on the floor echoed crisply in the empty room. Feeling a touch of fear, Yaje slipped off her heels and placed them neatly by the table. Her small feet, clad in white silk, stepped directly onto the floor as she walked to the door and locked it. Taking a deep breath, Yaje returned to her seat and opened her shoulder bag, taking out the items she needed. Yaje decided to bind herself to the chair this time. Steel restraints and a timer lock were crucial. It was eight in the evening, and Yaje planned to set the timer for two hours. After two hours, the restraints binding her hands behind the chair would automatically release. Until then, the steel cuffs would keep Yaje's hands secured behind her. Of course, this was the final step. Before this, she had many things to do. To accentuate her assets, Yaje used a rope to bind her breasts, making them appear even more prominent. Her enormous breasts, encased in the white qipao, seemed on the verge of bursting free from the constricting rope. Limiting her movement was also essential. Yaje chose a spreader bar, securing her white-silk-clad ankles to each end. She then used a rope to connect it to the chair legs. After completing this series of actions, Yaje put on the high heels she had removed earlier, so her delicate feet wouldn't be directly on the floor. This entire process was incredibly stimulating for Yaje. Her lower body had already secreted some fluid, dampening her thong. Yaje took a deep breath. At this moment, her desire for self-bondage was extremely strong. Maintaining a cold, aloof exterior for so long had only intensified her urge. Yaje found a gag and placed it in her mouth, then, with a groan, retrieved a blindfold, plunging herself into darkness. Finally, relying on her previous habits and experience, Yaje, while blindfolded, completed the final restraint of her hands, binding them behind her back. The moment she pressed the lock, Yaje knew there was no turning back; she could only wait for the two hours to pass until the lock automatically opened, allowing her to free herself. However, in her haste, Yaje forgot to turn off the lights, which would later create a hidden danger. The aloof goddess who had commanded respect in the meeting was now lost in self-torment, bound to the chair with her entire body restrained. Her white-silk-clad legs struggled powerlessly, and saliva dripped from the gag, forming threads that fell onto her qipao and legs. It was a scene of intoxicating delirium. Yajie heard the sound of the lock turning, and despair sank into her heart. But she was powerless to stop it. As the lock turned, Yichun unlocked the door and pushed it open. The sight before her shocked her, and for a moment, Yichun stood there stunned. Despite the blindfold and gag, Yichun immediately recognized her as Yajie, the student council president. Yichun walked up to Yajie, whose two pale, silken legs trembled uncontrollably. Unsure of who was approaching her, Yajie could only let out muffled whimpers. Yichun observed Yajie for a moment, then turned and locked the door from the inside, finally understanding the situation. She never expected the esteemed student council president to enjoy debasing herself like this. A surge of surprise, like winning the lottery, washed over Yichun. Now, Yajie, the haughty student council president, was completely in her grasp. Recalling their past encounters of harsh words, public humiliation, and how Yajie even captivated her own boyfriend, Yichun's eyes glinted with contempt. Yajie, still unaware of her captor's identity, could only feel the person's gaze fixed upon her, as if she were a toy being contemplated with keen interest. Yichun ripped off Yajie's blindfold. Yajie's eyes widened as she saw Yichun, her junior in the student council, standing before her. Blushing furiously, she lowered her head. Yichun then removed the gag. The accumulated saliva spilled out. Yajie, freed from the gag, coughed a couple of times before speaking to Yichun in a commanding tone, "Untie me immediately, and don't you dare say a word. If you tell anyone, I'll make sure you can't stay in school!" Yichun stared at Yajie as if she were an idiot. With a sharp *slap*, she struck Yajie across the face. "Get a grip, you bitch. You're tied up like a piece of meat in front of me, and you still think you're the student council president?" Yajie, unaccustomed to such treatment, glared at Yichun with fury. Yichun spotted her headphones on the floor, picked them up, and muttered to herself, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have seen such a beautiful sight." Then, Yichun rummaged through Yajie's bag and pulled out a leather whip. She flicked it through the air. Fear flashed in Yajie's eyes, but Yichun showed no mercy. *Crack!* The whip landed on Yajie's pale, rope-marked breasts, eliciting a pained scream. "Such a loud cry, whore. Don't attract attention." Yichun, however, didn't seem inclined to gag Yajie again. Instead, she brought over another chair, removed her own Dr. Martens, revealing a pair of worn white socks. Yichun took off her socks and then put on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings from Yajie's bag, her feet once again encased in the Dr. Martens. She then folded the smelly socks she had removed into three neat squares and shoved the toe of one into Yajie's mouth. Yajie struggled to spit them out, but Yichun stuffed them in tightly. Yajie's mouth was small, and the two white socks filled it completely. Yichun then found a pair of pantyhose and used them to secure the socks, forcing Yajie to properly savor her own footwear. With Yichun's socks stuffed in her mouth, the stench filled Yajie's senses with every breath. Yajie, always meticulous about her hygiene, changed her socks daily and had never encountered such a sour odor, let alone had them forced into her mouth. A profound sense of humiliation washed over her. After completing the gag, Yichun continued to whip Yajie's body, from head to toe, paying particular attention to her wet, sensitive parts. The intense stimulation caused Yajie's nether regions to spurt fresh streams of liquid with each lash, flowing down the chair in rhythmic pulses. Yichun watched Yajie's continuous orgasms with satisfaction. Yichun then conceived of a better game. She gently removed Yajie's left high-heeled shoe. Yichun sniffed it curiously, detecting only the scent of leather and a faint fragrance from Yajie's foot. What a noble woman, she thought. Yichun placed the high-heeled shoe where the liquid was flowing and resumed whipping Yajie. With each strike, Yajie continued to leak, her toes curling in her white-stockinged foot, her silken leg a tantalizing sight. As the liquid flowed, the high-heeled shoe below quickly filled with the fluids from Yajie's body, emitting a faint, musky, and腥味. Yichun picked up the shoe and brought it to Yajie's nose. "Smell your holy water. Is it as noble as your appearance?" Yichun added verbal humiliation to her actions. Yichun removed the pantyhose binding Yajie's mouth and forced her to open it, revealing the socks stuffed inside. "Tsk, tsk, savor it." Yichun ignored Yajie's frantic head shaking and slowly tilted the high-heeled shoe in her hand. The liquid inside trickled down from the heel, flowing into the socks in Yajie's mouth. Yichun poured slowly, allowing the socks in Yajie's mouth to absorb the liquid before pouring more. Yajie could only tilt her head back, watching helplessly as the liquid she had just produced in the high-heeled shoe flowed into her own mouth. Soon, the white socks in her mouth were saturated with the腥sao holy water. Yichun re-secured the pantyhose around the sock-filled mouth. Yajie could only endure the wet, saturated socks in her mouth, their foul odor filling her senses. The combination of her saliva, the original sock stench, and the musky holy water was an olfactory assault. Tears of shame streamed from Yajie's eyes. Seeing Yajie cry, Yichun seemed to soften slightly. However, recalling Yajie's defiant attitude even while bound, Yichun feared retaliation if she let her go. So, she pulled out her phone and took a barrage of photos, capturing Yajie's lewd state. Yajie didn't want these images taken, but she couldn't make a sound, only muffled whimpers. After taking the photos, Yichun felt tired. As it was getting late, she sat down to rest. During this time, Yajie was trying to figure out how to save herself, but her thoughts were jumbled. Yichun walked behind Yajie and discovered the timer lock. With only twenty minutes left until it unlocked, how to dispose of Yajie for the night became a problem for Yichun. Should she keep her bound all night or release her? In the end, Yichun decided to let Yajie endure another night of bondage in the room, planning to deal with her further in the morning. Twenty minutes later, the steel cuffs binding Yajie's hands naturally opened. Yichun immediately restrained Yajie's hands and reset the timer lock for eight hours, intending to deal with Yajie again before six in the morning. Hearing her restraints locked again, Yajie knew Yichun had no intention of letting her go, and tears welled up again. Before leaving, Yichun didn't bother to change Yajie's bondage state. Instead, she tied the high-heeled shoe that had collected Yajie's fluids to Yajie's face with a rope, ensuring Yajie's nose and mouth would also be punished. After completing all this, Yichun said to Yajie, "Enjoy yourself." Yichun turned off the lights and locked the door, leaving Yajie alone in the room to "enjoy" the consequences of her self-inflicted predicament. The morning of the next day arrived in the blink of an eye. Ya Jie arrived at the door precisely at nine. Yi Chun was already waiting, carrying a bag. Ya Jie guessed it was filled with ropes again. Yi Chun led Ya Jie towards the bus stop. Were they going somewhere by bus? It seemed not. Yi Chun's plan was to carry out her activities on the bus this time. She chose a weekday morning because there were the fewest people on the bus then, making it less likely to be discovered by many. Ya Jie followed Yi Chun to the bus stop, still unaware of Yi Chun's intentions. After a while, a bus heading to the suburbs arrived. Yi Chun pulled Ya Jie onto the bus and they went straight to the last row of seats, with Yi Chun letting Ya Jie sit by the window. As the bus started moving, only the two of them boarded at this stop. There were only three or four people on the bus before, very few people, not many. The two sitting in the last row were not conspicuous. Yi Chun reached out her hand to Ya Jie's stockinged leg. The ultra-thin sheer stockings encased her delicate thigh, feeling incredibly good. Even Yi Chun felt a slight sensation as she touched it. Ya Jie's stockinged leg was being touched, and she nervously tugged at her short skirt, wanting to pull it down further. As the bus traveled, the scenery outside the window changed significantly, transforming from urban landscapes to suburban roads. Seeing that they had entered the suburban area, Yi Chun opened her backpack and took out a steel handcuff, chaining Ya Jie's left hand to the relatively low armrest by the window. It wasn't obvious from a distance, but it would be quite noticeable up close. Ya Jie sat on the inside, unable to resist, and could only let her left hand be cuffed. The first step was complete. Yi Chun began the second operation. She bent down and crawled under the seat, using another handcuff to secure Ya Jie's left ankle to the support leg of the seat in front. She also removed Ya Jie's flat shoe from her left foot, revealing her cute stockinged foot. If someone were sitting in the seat in front, they would only need to lower their head slightly to look under the seat to find an unexpected surprise: a stocking-clad foot, cuffed and unable to move. Ya Jie was greatly alarmed after being cuffed. After all, this was on a bus. What if many people got on later? Wouldn't her secret be exposed? Yi Chun nonchalantly placed the key to the handcuffs inside Ya Jie's removed white flat shoe and gently kicked it towards the front of the seat in front. This made Ya Jie even more flustered. Wasn't this deliberately trying to get someone to see? But Yi Chun had no intention of stopping her actions. Next, Yi Chun took out a toy that frightened Ya Jie, a small pink vibrator. Amidst Ya Jie's protests of "No, no," Yi Chun inserted the vibrator into the space between Ya Jie's pantyhose and underwear, precisely positioned to stimulate her clitoris. When Yi Chun pressed the switch, Ya Jie's protests turned into soft moans, "Mmm, ahh," audible only to Ya Jie and Yi Chun. In the blink of an eye, the bus arrived at the next stop. It appeared to be a transfer station, with many people boarding. Yi Chun, however, stood up as if to get off. Ya Jie thought Yi Chun was just trying to scare her again, like last time at the playground. She didn't pay much attention, wanting Yi Chun to quickly turn off the vibrator. To her surprise, Yi Chun really got up and left her behind! Ya Jie was truly shocked. She looked at her phone screen, which displayed a message: "Figure out how to unlock your cuffed hands and feet yourself. I'll be waiting for you at the final stop." The short message was enough to make Ya Jie flustered. She looked down and saw the flat shoe containing the handcuff key in front of her. In her current cuffed situation, she couldn't reach it. The vibrator under her lower body was constantly stimulating her. Fortunately, the vibrator was placed outside her underwear this time, so the stimulation wasn't too intense. This stop had many people boarding, but thankfully, the last two rows were still empty. The third-to-last row was already occupied, which made Ya Jie even more anxious. She wanted to quickly find a way to get the key and unlock herself, to prevent anyone from seeing her in this state. The cuffed, stocking-clad foot angrily stomped on the floor a few times, only to result in a slightly painful sole of her stockinged foot. On the other side, Yi Chun had already hailed a taxi. She would arrive at the final stop before Ya Jie, where she would wait to see the outcome of Ya Jie's struggle to free herself. Before playing, Yi Chun had already considered it. Simply cuffing Ya Jie's hands and feet, even if discovered by other passengers, wouldn't be a big deal. What else could they do on a bus? If she didn't unlock the handcuffs by the time she reached the final stop, Yi Chun would be waiting. Thinking this, Yi Chun smiled again. She just wondered what method Ya Jie would use to unlock the two handcuffs. At this moment, Ya Jie was extremely anxious. Two more stops passed, and she was still helpless. She tried to reach the shoe with her other foot, but the distance was too great. Her right foot couldn't reach her left foot's shoe no matter how hard she tried. In this anxious and painful process, the vibrator continued to work. Ya Jie, distracted by her anxiety, accidentally let out a small spurt of liquid from her nether regions. Ya Jie quickly held back the larger wave and struggled against the vibrator. Fortunately, the amount of liquid released was small and was absorbed by her underwear and stockings, so it didn't get on the bus seat. After resisting this wave of stimulation, the sensitive Ya Jie began her efforts to obtain the key again. She stretched her right leg out, and it looked like she was about to reach the shoe, but it was just a little bit short. Being restricted in both her left hand and left foot made it impossible for Ya Jie to make any more suitable movements. Just as Ya Jie was feeling helpless, someone suddenly arrived in the row in front. Ya Jie was startled and looked up to see a very demure-looking student, also wearing a school uniform. She walked over and first noticed Ya Jie's shoe, then glanced under Ya Jie's seat to see the cuffed, stocking-clad foot. She seemed a bit surprised but quickly regained her composure. Ya Jie quickly asked for her help, begging her to hand her the shoe. The student, Miss, took the shoe, saw the key inside, and then walked over to Ya Jie's original seat and sat down. This way, the student had a clear view of Ya Jie's left hand and left foot situation. Ya Jie lowered her head in embarrassment, her face flushing. The student took out the key but didn't immediately unlock the handcuffs for Ya Jie. Instead, she began to caress Ya Jie's unrestrained right leg, marveling at its smoothness. Moving from her thigh to her calf, the student slowly removed Ya Jie's white flat shoe from her heel and began to caress her stockinged foot, exclaiming in admiration. Ya Jie became even more embarrassed being touched by a stranger. Fortunately, the student explained that she just found Ya Jie very beautiful and wanted to take a closer look. She stared at Ya Jie's jade-like feet for a while, then repeatedly caressed them with her hands, and playfully scraped the soles of Ya Jie's stockinged feet with her fingernails, causing Ya Jie to let out soft moans. At this moment, the vibrator's gentle vibration sounded perfectly, making the atmosphere somewhat awkward. Fortunately, the student just smiled knowingly at Ya Jie, who, with her secret exposed, wished she could escape immediately. But she couldn't. Ya Jie's stockinged feet were still in the student's hands, and the key was also in her possession. Ya Jie softly pleaded with the student to give her the key and unlock her. The student, who was caressing her stockinged feet, came With a completely different emotion, Meng Jie felt a sense of anticipation, while Xiaobai, Yichun, and Yajie were filled with unease. The group arrived in a spacious courtyard, a hidden gem that even Meng Jie’s memory didn’t recall. The courtyard was populated by over twenty people, gathered in small groups, chatting. Each standing woman had one or two women kneeling on the ground at her feet – their submissives, or "little m's." However, no one else had three "female dogs" on a leash like Meng Jie. As she appeared from the back hall with Xiaobai, Yichun, and Yajie trailing behind, several heads turned in their direction. The three women on the ground, already overcome with shame, felt their discomfort intensify as their predicament was exposed to the noisy outdoors and the curious gazes of the crowd. They instinctively lowered their heads even further. Yet, many in the courtyard were dressed even more provocatively than they were, with some submissives clad only in thongs and halter-style bras, their pale skin exposed to the warm summer evening breeze. Meng Jie felt a moment of disorientation, not recognizing many of the people present. Just as she was contemplating her next move, a spotlight suddenly illuminated a makeshift stage. The founder of the BDSM club stood there, a woman Meng Jie knew well. As one of the earliest members, Meng Jie and her best friend had a close relationship with the club's founder, whom Meng Jie affectionately called Sister Hong. Today, Sister Hong was resplendent in a luxurious white velour qipao adorned with gold-leaf patterns. The dress hugged her figure perfectly, clinging to her chest and hips. Her lustrous stockings, gleaming under the lights, and a pair of ten-centimeter red stilettos exuded an undeniable queenly aura. All eyes in the courtyard were fixed on Sister Hong. She cleared her throat and began her speech, expressing gratitude for everyone's attendance and summarizing the club's recent progress. Then, Sister Hong officially announced the commencement of this year's "Female Dog Games." The crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause, drowning out the moans of the submissive women on the ground. It was then that Meng Jie had the chance to observe the kneeling women more closely. Most, like Yajie and her companions, had their arms and legs bound, supporting themselves on their elbows and knees. Others knelt upright, holding their owner's discarded high heels and licking them. Some lay prone, occasionally barking like dogs, anticipating their owner's command to have their feet stuffed into their mouths. A few submissives had thick rods strapped between their legs, while others had small tape restraints affixed to their breasts, their constant work eliciting groans and drips of saliva onto the courtyard floor. Sister Hong's voice interrupted Meng Jie's observations, drawing her attention back to the stage. Sister Hong announced the first event of the games: the dog crawl race. Meng Jie remained frozen, unsure of what to do. Her two old friends quickly tugged her towards the starting line. Xiaobai, Yichun, and Yajie, along with the other two women's submissives, were also pulled along. They stumbled into each other, nearly falling, but the tugging on their collars didn't lessen. Despite the dizziness from their collision, they were forced to maintain their balance on their elbows and knees. Yajie felt her feet, encased in high heels, sweating profusely, and Yichun and Xiaobai experienced the same discomfort, their silk stockings becoming damp from the heat. Finally, they reached the starting line. Meng Jie, who had walked quickly, was already panting, let alone the crawling submissives, whose heavy breathing was now audible. The gags had been reinserted, and within them, the three women held stockings worn by an unknown "S" from the club. The foul odor of stale sweat and saliva filled their mouths, and saliva seeped from the corners of their lips and the small holes of the gags, making them appear like insatiable female dogs. Sister Hong approached the starting line and, upon seeing Meng Jie, showed a flicker of surprise. Her unexpected appearance after so long left Sister Hong momentarily disbelieving, though she noted that the submissives Meng Jie led were not her original best friend. Sister Hong began explaining the rules to all the participants gathered at the starting line, and Meng Jie listened intently. Luo Ran looked at the secretary standing on the side with her head bowed tremblingly, not daring to breathe, and couldn't help but secretly laugh in her heart, as if she had just done what little secret was discovered. Luo Ran organized the clothes on her body, soothing and smoothing out the folds on the clothes brought about by her self-binding bouncing just now. In the mirror, Luo Ran surveyed her own appearance, compared to just now to just hair and makeup slightly messy, after all, just now by the toy torture is not light, struggle jumping in the process of Luo Ran bunched up hair naturally spread down, the original imperial sister makeup was also wet with sweat. Luo Ran is also the first time in front of their subordinates so wretched, but at this time she is still more thankful, came in her young intern secretary rather than others, and so the secretary also immediately obediently open the lock of the bondage cuffs to themselves. Luo Ran's black silk feet toward the secretary walked over, the secretary heard the sound of high-heeled shoes slightly raised his head, but after feeling Luo Ran's compelling gaze and immediately lowered. Luo Ran walked to the secretary, leisurely said, just now you have seen what. The secretary was also very counted, and answered in a loud voice that he didn't see anything. Luo Ran of course thought of the secretary will answer this way, pursued said, but I saw my secretary in the office to play self-bondage game oh. Secretary heard this obviously froze, clearly is Luo Ran just in the office to tie up their own, how it became her play self-bondage game. At this moment, the secretary has been in front of Luo Ran's closely pursuing the question to take hold of, at a loss for words, standing in place, waiting for Luo Ran's next instruction. Luo Ran just unlocked from their own hands binding handcuffs handed to the secretary, the secretary realized that he fell into Luo Ran's trap instead, but she quickly to Luo Ran are obedient, never dare to have the slightest disobedience. As a result, the secretary had no choice but to handcuff her hands, but she had not been exposed to this kind of props before, so she looked very clumsy. Luo Ran is a thunderous person, looking at the secretary slow and unwilling to use the binding cuffs, she went out and bound the secretary's hands behind her back. Luo Ran turned her head to look at the huge dressing mirror, feeling a little shy for the skeletonized cheongsam she was wearing, it was really a very shameful thing for such an exposed erotic uniform to be seen by others. And Luo Ran next to the secretary dressed in a normal a lot, is a normal white shirt, the bottom of the shirt tied in the secretary dress in the hip skirt, hip skirt very well set off the secretary's buttocks, the length of the middle of the thighs, the secretary's legs wearing not easy to find ultra-thin meat silk, she and Luo Ran are very much like this kind of ultra-thin meat silk, the secretary is more every day to wear this kind of stockings, her meat silk feet in a pair of 5 centimeters black High-heeled single shoes, because the secretary just came to the company not long ago, on the high heels can not completely master, not like Luo Ran like casually wearing 8 centimeters or 10 centimeters high heels to work for a day, so she usually wear at most 5 centimeters of high heels. Looking in the mirror, Luo Ran and the secretary had very similar figures, which was one of the major reasons why Luo Ran had chosen her as the secretary in the first place. It was only that the secretary usually had an introverted personality and a conservative dressing style, and it wasn't too easy to show off her advantages completely. Luo Ran looked at the secretary reflected in the mirror, and at that moment, she shyly lowered her head because Luo Ran kept staring at her. Luo Ran next put her jade hand on the secretary wrapped in the shirt inside the big white rabbit, round big white rabbit in being touched when the secretary let the whole body shock, seems to be unable to believe that their own boss slender hand at this time is appearing in the let their own shy parts. The mouth also couldn't help but let out a tantalizingly delicate moan. This moan instead somewhat stimulated Luo Ran, Luo Ran's hand on the secretary's big white rabbit began to rub up. Secretary where experienced this kind of scene, but can not resist to be kneaded white rabbit brought sensitive stimulation, can only continue to whisper out of the delicate call, at the same time the body backward, want to get out of the control of Luo Ran. However, the secretary's hands had already been bound and cuffed behind her back, Luo Ran's own strength was much greater than the secretary's, so the secretary wanted to escape at this time was simply too difficult. Luo Ran looked at the secretary's useless struggles and continued his movements. Thinking of the tj's she had been subjected to by the queens at the bondage club earlier, now she couldn't wait to inflict all that play on the bound secretary in front of her. Chloe forced the secretary down so that she was on her knees facing the large floor to ceiling mirror. The struggles of the secretary's body did not stop, still resisting the motions that Chloe was inflicting on her. Luo Ran continued to knead the secretary's big white rabbit with one hand, the other hand directly lifted up the secretary's short skirt, this lifting was so strong that it directly made the secretary's skirt come to her waist, revealing the crotch of the ultra-thin pantyhose meat silk, the first line of the crotch was almost unmarked without any covering effect, and the secretary wore a black thong tightly in the pantyhose. Outside the pure incomparable secretary actually inside wearing such a sexy thong, this point even Luo Ran are completely unexpected. Seeing that her inner thong was clearly visible in the mirror, the secretary lowered her head in shame. Luo Ran teased the secretary, usually see you so pure, the original bone is also a small sao goods. The secretary was full of red face, shyly said nothing, she didn't know how to defend, the secretary's heart and her appearance is really a big contrast, but she has always been well hidden, even if it is to release herself is also in the dead of night in the home secretly do, but it is such a misadventure, her black thong is displayed in front of Luo Ran. After lifting up the secretary's hip-hugging short skirt, Luo Ran's jade hand was again placed on the secretary's crotch, however, the secretary's crotch at this time has been wet, Luo Ran a touch immediately felt the liquid on her hand, her own heart is also very surprised. Did not think that her secretary actually so sensitive, from just now to now also only saw himself in sexy uniform self-bondage, after being kneaded for a while big white rabbit only, actually already enough to make their crotch so wet. And on the other side felt his crotch suffered an attack on the secretary more panic, increased their struggle, trying hard to get rid of Luo Ran's hands. Luo Ran put his wet fingers to the secretary's eyes, to show the secretary, the secretary is ashamed of no place. Turning her head away unwilling to look again, Luo Ran nonchalantly shoved her finger directly into the secretary's mouth. The secretary didn't expect Chloe Ran to actually let herself taste the juice from her crotch, so she opened her small mouth and didn't have any defense. Chloe Ran's finger stirred in the secretary's mouth so that the secretary could fully taste herself. At this point, the secretary's mind was so muddled that she probably wondered to herself about her situation. Just now, he clearly just wanted to report to the president before leaving work, how did it turn into this. At this moment, the secretary was kneeling on the ground, her hands were handcuffed behind her back so that she could not move, and could only allow Luo Ran's hands to caress her body. Luo Ran directly removed the secretary's wrap-around skirt from her legs after a burst of caressing, so that her lower body completely lost the protection of the skirt. Chloe Ran also very thoughtfully unbuttoned the secretary's shirt on the upper half of her body, removing her shirt down to her handcuffed hands behind her back. Because the secretary's hands were still handcuffed, the shirt could not be taken off completely, but the effect was already there by now, the white silk underwear wrapped around the towering white rabbit was now completely exposed in front of the mirror. The secretary who stood up again could now see her own large area of white skin in the mirror, and the underwear and thong with erotic meaning were set off very conspicuously. Chloe purposely lifted the secretary's chin and forced her to look at her body. Chloe Ran instructed the secretary to untie Sister Hong from the bondage frame, and used the remote control to turn off the rod that was still vibrating continuously against the outside of Sister Hong's thong, and the secretary, although she had not rested sufficiently, and had just been lifted from the state of hanging bondage, she was now completely at the mercy of Chloe Ran, and didn't dare to have the slightest bit of disobedience, and therefore, despite the fact that her own body was now aching all over the place, with her wrists and ankles being in more pain, she still trudged in the direction of the bondage frame, and untied Sister Hong from the restraint rack and untied her from it. Chloe Ran pointed in the direction of the bathroom again, and the secretary naturally understood, and and Sister Hong helped each other towards the bathroom. Along the way, Sister Hong's crotch was still dripping liquid onto the floor, and it looked like the excitement from just now hadn't completely ended. This lousy appearance would actually happen inside the president's office, if someone outside came in, they would definitely be shocked. As Sister Hong and the secretary walked into the bathroom, Luo Ran's eyes gathered again on this good girlfriend in front of her, and this look made Jia Yi furious. Luo Ran knows that in order to let Jia Yi to her submissive, must first break her self-esteem, Luo Ran in the inner mind thinking should be first to Jia Yi to come to which a game. Suddenly Luo Ran remembered that just now Jia Yi was staring at the crotch rope of the secretary, showing fear, and thought that this aspect of Jia Yi was her weakness. Luo Ran made up her mind, immediately tied a stranded rope for Jia Yi, and connected it with her upper body bondage, and made a rope sleeve at her waist, which can be used to put hooks, this is also a game that Sister Hong and the others often like to play in the bondage club. After tying the strand rope to the little bitch and connecting it to the rope around her waist, the hook was used to hook the rope sleeve, by pulling on the hook you could pull the strand rope along with the strand rope, making the strand rope tighter and tighter. Luo Ran skillfully tied the strand rope for Jia Yi, a hand dragged her to the position of the secretary hanging bondage just now, connecting the hooks and various props, Jia Yi is still a face of amazement, to Luo Ran is doing something seems a little unable to understand, wait until the other end of the chain connecting the hooks is held by Sister Hong, Jia Yi seems to understand what, the eyes of the eyes from puzzled to panic. Sister Hong took off the high-heeled sandal on Jia Yi's other black silk foot as well, allowing Jia Yi to step on the floor wearing only black silk. Then in Jiayi's scared expression, Sister Hong slowly tugged the chain in her own hand, and with the clattering sound of the chain, the hook that was hooked onto Jiayi's stranded rope began to slowly rise, and Jiayi's black silk stocking foot had to slowly stand on tiptoe with the rise of the hook. Luo Ran purposely slowed down the speed, wanting to use this to humiliate Jia Yi, so that the slow rise so that Jia Yi can slowly feel the humiliation of being forced to tiptoe on the femoral rope stimulation. Hook tugging the rope up, forcing Jia Yi in order to reduce the crotch rope stimulation, had to tiptoe to raise their height, although Jia Yi can raise the height to reduce the stimulation, but after all, her stocking feet even if tiptoe tiptoe to the highest, hook hook chain can still continue to tug, at that time Jia Yi can only feel the rope little by little to stimulate their own body more. Chloe Ran is obviously the same meaning, although the speed of tugging the chain is slow, but she continued to pull, so that Jia Yi's stocking feet are also more and more tiptoe higher and higher, Jia Yi is also a pampered royal lady, stocking feet where have been subjected to this kind of torment, tiptoe to the half of the accidentally did not stand, completely stepped on the ground, which also let her mouth is difficult to restrain issued a wail, the strand rope gave her put down the tiptoe of a great punishment, let her all unconsciously scream in misery directly in front of Chloe. After this, Jia Yi would rather let her stocking feet stand higher and higher on tiptoe, but she didn't dare to put it down a little bit, and Luo Ran didn't have the intention of stopping, looking at the bottom of Jia Yi's feet and the floor contacting less and less, to the back of the room, Jia Yi directly can only use the toes partially to stand up, and this also comes to the limit of the tiptoe. Only with toes pointing to the ground Jia Yi can not stand stable, in a range of small steps following the inertia of back and forth movement, and so every time you move will let her crotch rope stimulate her one more point. This proved to be a great stimulation for Ka-yi, both physically and mentally. Tiptoeing to the limit made Jia Yi's stocking feet and stocking calves feel the torment, and what made her even more devastated was that even when tiptoeing to such a limit, the rope was still able to play its role, Luo Ran purposely pulled on the chain a few more times, so that the hooks pulling the rope also rose a little bit, and just enough to control the degree of stimulation that Jia Yi was able to receive. And just the physical discomfort is also just, the most difficult for JiaYi or their own so forced tiptoe humiliation, in front of their girlfriends, in their own every day to come to the office, was forced to tiptoe, and tiptoe is still in order to alleviate the crotch of the stimulation, which makes JiaYi can not accept, always proud of her in this case even more helpless, the contrast of the contrast almost let her leave tears.

Yajie, Xiaobai, and Ichun had never experienced dog-style restraint before. Now, with only their knees and elbows touching the ground, their balance was compromised. Fortunately, the room was carpeted, preventing injury to their knees and elbows. The mistresses, holding their leashes, guided them across the room towards the club's interior. They struggled to move their arms and knees, barely managing to keep pace in this kneeling crawl. This posture also positioned their stocking-clad feet, shod in high heels, parallel to their buttocks, requiring more core strength to propel themselves forward. Ichun lagged slightly behind. The mistress holding her leash yanked hard on her collar, nearly causing Ichun to fall in this bitch-like position. Her neck throbbed with pain. Ichun dared not delay further, enduring the pain and quickening the movement of her elbows and knees. Leaving that room, they entered a large hall. The mistresses' goal was to lead them to Mengjie's room. For this period, the room used for deflowering the submissives belonged solely to Mengjie. In the hall, several women, like the three girls, were crawling on their knees. Without exception, their mouths were gagged. Some had small vibrating toys attached to their lower bodies. Their owners stood nearby, chatting with other mistresses, perhaps exchanging tips. Ichun, Yajie, and Xiaobai dared not look up too much, as the mistresses leading them continued to move forward. They had no time to observe their surroundings, needing to crawl with all their might to keep up with the rapid pace of the high heels ahead. The mistress leading Xiaobai turned and said to her, "No need to look around too much. Your owner will likely take you out again later." This remark filled Xiaobai with shame and indignation. How had she become a bitch? As the three girls were led through the hall, they attracted the attention of many in the room. Two women in tight leather outfits, similar to Mengjie's, were whispering to each other, also discussing them. They considered them top-tier submissives, whose possession would be incredibly satisfying. Reaching the center of the hall, Yajie was already struggling to crawl. She used her momentum to propel her elbows forward. She hadn't expected Mengjie to bring them to this place. Now, being led through the entire hall like bitches, their shameful state was clearly visible to everyone present. Halfway through their crawl, the tight skirts worn by Yajie and Ichun had ridden up, revealing their shapely buttocks encased in black stockings. Xiaobai, wearing a looser black dress, didn't face this issue, but her high heels seemed slightly too large, threatening to slip off her stockinged feet as she crawled. The mistresses showed no intention of letting them rest, continuing to lead them towards several doors on the other side of the hall. The hall was circular, with many rooms lining its sides. The three girls were being led from rooms on one side to rooms on the other. The side they were heading towards housed the private rooms available for each Dom to use. Besides Mengjie's room, other rooms were also scenes of shameful deflowering. For Yajie, Xiaobai, and Ichun, these few minutes felt like an eternity. They not only endured physical pain but were also forced to adopt this humiliating posture, exposed to many onlookers. This was entirely different from their previous restraints at school. When the mistresses pushed open the door to a room, they all breathed a sigh of relief. At least they saw Mengjie sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, as if she had been waiting for them. The three mistresses led their respective charges to Mengjie, positioning them kneeling before her. After nodding, they filed out, exiting the room. The three girls now knelt side-by-side before Mengjie. They exchanged glances, wanting to question Mengjie about what she was doing. However, with bone-shaped gags in their mouths, they couldn't speak, only drool. Sensing their desire to speak, Mengjie reached out and removed their gags. Yajie spoke first, still maintaining her student council president's imperious demeanor. She demanded in a sharp tone why Mengjie had brought them here. Before she could finish her sentence, Mengjie forcefully swung her whip, landing heavily on Yajie's raised buttocks. Despite Yajie's best efforts to maintain her haughty student council president persona, she couldn't help but cry out, stifling the rest of her words. This scene terrified Xiaobai and Ichun, who were beside Yajie. Even with their gags removed, they only dared to let the accumulated saliva drip onto the floor, not daring to make a sound. Yajie felt intense pain from the whipping. She whimpered softly for a long time, unable to recover. Mengjie announced in a cold voice, "I didn't bring you here today to discuss things. You need to understand your position. You are merely my bitches now." Mengjie paused, her stern gaze sweeping over the three kneeling figures with their heads bowed. She continued, "If you behave well, I might consider treating you better. If you don't, you can consider the consequences yourselves." As she spoke, she swung her whip forcefully. These words stunned the three girls, who had initially intended to question or even curse Mengjie. Bound and completely at her mercy, the three beauties felt their dissatisfaction, but could only helplessly accept. Mengjie rose from the sofa and circled the three, occasionally kicking one of their buttocks. The girl who was kicked could only let out a soft groan, daring not to voice any objection. All three had been supporting themselves on their elbows and knees for a long time. Even with the carpet, it was becoming unbearable. Yajie softly pleaded with Mengjie to let them rest. Mengjie swung her whip again, striking Yajie's buttocks, and asked, "What should you call me?" Despite her shame, Yajie, under the pressure of the whip, managed to force out two words: "Master."

Here's the translation, adhering to your instructions: Xiaobai decided to leave them bound in this corner of the underground parking lot, allowing them to fully savor the sensation of being exposed and restrained. Initially, Xiaobai had planned to bind them in the same pose, but then changed her mind, deciding it would be more humiliating to have them in different, shameful positions, and to be able to see each other, thus increasing their sense of shame. Xiaobai was tired after so long, but had to muster her energy to continue her activities. Xiaobai decided to start with Yajie. The pose she chose for Yajie was "four horses trampling," which was a bit complex to tie. For Xiaobai, a novice in the art of bondage, it was somewhat challenging. Xiaobai had to refer to a tutorial for the binding. However, finding it too complicated, Xiaobai re-bound Yajie's feet together and then connected the knot of the rear-hand binding to the leg restraints, tightening them. Yajie was forced to lie on the ground, her hands and feet bound together, forming a "four horses trampling" pose. Seeing Yajie's black stockings with the soles of her feet facing up, Xiaobai couldn't resist teasing her for a while. Yajie's laughter was hearty, echoing throughout the entire underground parking lot. After binding Yajie in the "four horses" pose, Xiaobai removed Yichun's thigh-high black stockings and folded them together, stuffing them into Yajie's mouth, so they could taste each other. Next was Yichun. Yichun's thigh-high stockings were also removed, and her fair legs were directly exposed to the ground, getting a bit dirty. Xiaobai put Yichun's high-heeled sandals back on and inserted beads, allowing Yichun to feel the sensation of her soles being stimulated by the beads. The binding method she prepared for Yichun was "shrimp binding," which was relatively simpler than "four horses." Xiaobai quickly made rope loops, binding Yichun's legs together and then connecting them to the rope around her neck. Yichun's

Her senses began to blur, and she started to actively enjoy it, all of which Red Sister observed. Meng Jie's cheeks grew increasingly flushed, and her body began to tremble. Red Sister seized this moment to turn off the switch in her hand. The stimulation between Meng Jie's legs suddenly ceased. She looked at Red Sister with confusion. This method of denying release, yet prolonging desire, was a common tactic employed by the queens of the bondage club, and it was not surprising to see it used on Meng Jie this time. But Meng Jie was suffering. She had just begun to savor the pleasure, preparing to reach the peak of ecstasy, only to have that feeling abruptly snatched away. The shame of her own desire to climax in front of others made her face burn even hotter. She then recalled her earlier, undignified posture on the floor, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the earth. Red Sister broke the awkward silence, her voice cutting through Meng Jie's shame. "Sister Meng Jie must be tired from crawling for so long. Shall we try another activity?" With a wave of her hand, several female attendants entered and lifted Meng Jie, who was still in the doggy position. In this humiliating posture, Meng Jie was carried from the backyard to the main hall. In the hall, the attendants lined up on either side. Meng Jie was carried through the entire hall under their watchful eyes. The attendants in the hall showed no surprise at seeing Meng Jie, who had been giving orders earlier, now reduced to a bitch. However, this was still enough to mortify Meng Jie. The feeling of being stared at by everyone, yet unable to escape, was unbearable, especially in such an awkward position. After being carried for a while, Meng Jie was brought into a room she had never entered before. In

As they watched Xiao Bai obediently lick up the juices, Yichun and Yajie went back to making further adjustments to the ropes. They both had other things to do later, so they planned to tie Xiao Bai up in a “four-horse harness” position and hang him in the middle of the dorm before leaving; they would return to take care of him once they were done. After tying the knots, they led Xiao Bai—whose entire body was covered in the liquid—to the ropes. Xiao Bai looked at the ropes with great reluctance, but, helplessly restrained, had no choice. First, his upper body was tightly bound with ropes hanging from the crossbar above, then Yichun and Yajie worked together to bind Xiaobai’s legs, lift them, and tie them to the hanging ropes, leaving Xiaobai suspended in the air in a “four-horse-hoof” position—though this time, she wasn’t suspended very high, and the distance from the ground was not great. Suspended in the air in the “four-horse hooves” position, water dripped down from Xiaobai’s erotic costume. Yichun fetched a few socks, dipped them in the liquid on the floor, and stuffed them into Xiaobai’s mouth, letting her continue to savor her own taste. After doing all this, Yichun and Yajie smiled and greeted Xiaobai, kindly urging her to fully enjoy the sensation of being suspended in the “four-horse” position. Hearing the dorm door close, Xiaobai knew that Yichun and Yajie had left. If they came back that night, she would be suspended in the “four-horse” position for an entire day—an unthinkably agonizing prospect. Xiao Bai just wanted to free herself as quickly as possible to avoid even harsher humiliation at their hands. She tried struggling with her arms and legs; fortunately, her hands weren’t wrapped in stockings, so she could still move them to touch the ropes—though the fluid on her body made the ropes tighten further whenever it came into contact with them. Xiaobai assessed the situation and began working her hands more urgently. Her fingers deftly felt for the knots, aiming first to untie the ropes binding her feet. Unable to see what was happening, she could only grope along the ropes, trying her best to locate the knots. It must be said that she was quite lucky—she actually managed to untie the ropes binding her ankles, allowing her to touch the ground with her stocking-clad feet. Unfortunately, the rope wasn’t long enough; only the tips of Xiaobai’s stocking-clad toes could touch the ground. She had no choice but to stand on her tiptoes, testing the ground cautiously, so she could better untie the restraints binding her upper body. Finally, after a long struggle and many attempts, Xiaobai untied the ropes binding her hands and stood once more on the solid floor. Xiaobai massaged her tender toes; standing on her tiptoes for so long had left them aching. The liquid on her body also made her feel nauseous, so she began cleaning up and getting ready for Yajie and Yichun’s return. Yajie and Yichun didn’t yet know that Xiaobai had already untied the ropes herself. After finishing their business, Yajie and Yichun were still eager to rush back to the dorm to continue playing with Xiaobai. However, since Yajie had other plans, she couldn’t go directly with Yichun. Therefore, Yichun went ahead on her own to Xiaobai’s dorm. At that moment, Yichun still naively believed that Xiaobai was still bound in the “Four-Horse Hoof” position in the dormitory. Without a second thought, she opened the door and rushed inside. However, the scene before her left her stunned: the center of the dormitory was completely empty, with only the ropes hanging limply from the ceiling railings. Only then did Yichun realize what was happening. She silently cried out in alarm and tried to flee, but before she could, someone covered her mouth with a towel from behind. “Such a familiar scent,” Yichun thought to herself as she slowly collapsed to the floor. Behind her, Xiao Bai held the towel soaked in sedative and thought to herself, “Are you the only one who knows how to use sedatives?” When Yi Chun woke up, she still hadn’t figured out what was going on. She only remembered feeling panicked moments ago and catching a whiff of a familiar scent. When she tried to move her arms, she found she couldn’t budge. She looked up to see Xiao Bai standing right in front of her. Now, Yi Chun was suspended in the center of the dormitory, her arms and legs spread wide like a horse’s four legs bound together, while Xiao Bai stood before her—their roles having been reversed from that morning. Yichun angrily cursed Xiaobai for daring to ambush her, but Xiaobai didn’t respond. Instead, she removed the black high heels from Yichun’s feet—who was suspended in the “four-horse hooves” position—and, holding the heels, brought the soles down hard against Yichun’s delicate little face. Being slapped across the face with the sole of a shoe still hurt quite a bit, but Xiaobai didn’t actually want to hurt Yi Chun—she just wanted her to feel humiliated, so she didn’t use too much force. The effect was certainly achieved: Yi Chun was nearly driven mad with rage as Xiaobai slapped her across the face with her own high heels, but now that her hands and feet were tightly bound, she couldn’t even think of resisting. every time she hurled an insult at Xiaobai, she was met with a sharp crack of the shoe sole against her face. Before long, Yichun’s delicate face was flushed red. She had lost the defiance she’d shown moments before and now dared only to glare at Xiao Bai in silence. Seeing that Yichun dared not speak another word, Xiao Bai tied one of Yichun’s high heels to her face. Having endured the physical humiliation of the whipping, the next step was to subject her to the humiliation of her own scent. Yichun had been wearing these high heels all day while running errands, and since she’d been wearing them frequently for some time, the scent was particularly strong. She had no choice but to try to breathe as slowly as possible, though this did little to stop the sour, foul odor of the worn-in high heels from invading her mouth and nose. Just moments ago, she had been gleefully imagining all the ways Xiao Bai would torment her today—this haughty witch—but now she was suspended in the room in the same humiliating position she’d used to bind others, unable to move, forced to breathe in the scent of her own worn high heels through her nose and mouth. Moreover, Xiaobai was now pacing around her, unsure of how to punish her. Thinking back on how she’d bound and toyed with Xiaobai yesterday and today, Yichun closed her eyes in fear. Suddenly, Yichun felt a chill on her buttocks as Xiaobai lifted up her skirt. Xiaobai removed Yichun’s other high heel and began spanking her buttocks with the sole of that shoe. This time, it was nothing like the merciful spanking she’d received on her face earlier; Xiao Bai applied considerably more force, and Yi Chun squealed like a sow, completely losing the confident air she’d had just moments ago when she’d been teasing Xiao Bai. When Xiao Bai grew tired of the spanking, he walked up to Yi Chun, who was already in tears. Xiaobai taunted Yichun, “My beautiful lady, why aren’t you as spirited now as you were this morning?” As he spoke, he stroked her hair, looking every bit the master. At this moment, Yajie was still unaware of the dramatic changes that had taken place in that dorm room. Yi Chun, who had been teasing Xiaobai with her just moments ago, was now suspended in the air, enduring Xiaobai’s humiliating revenge. Yajie just wanted to finish what she was doing as quickly as possible so she could join Yi Chun and continue their game. However, none of the messages she’d sent Yichun during this time had been replied to. Although she felt a little suspicious, she didn’t think much of it—Yichun was probably too busy playing with Xiaobai to notice the messages. But the reality was that Yichun’s panties had been clamped onto a long rod, two small dildos were attached to her two sagging breasts, and as she moaned, she was inhaling the scent of her own used high heels, As for Xiao Bai, she sat quietly to the side, watching Yi Chun’s helpless struggles as if she were watching a play.

Luoran's mouth was gagged with a ball, and though she struggled to make a sound, only muffled whimpers escaped due to the obstruction. The junior employee, who had already retreated a few steps, could only watch as his usually stern superior was suspended in mid-air by a four-point harness. With each struggle, the ropes holding her swayed precariously, making Luoran look like she was swinging on a pendulum. Despite Luoran's commanding presence as a "big sister" type boss, the restraints undeniably diminished her intimidating aura. The junior employee, who was often on the receiving end of Luoran's scoldings at the company, seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation. Luoran let out a frustrated roar, her body thrashing in the air, but her defiance began to wane. After all, she was now at the mercy of another, with no room to maneuver. Only her stocking-clad feet, one still encased in a black high-heeled boot and the other bare save for a thin stocking, could still swing a few times. The stark contrast between the two feet only emphasized her predicament. Nevertheless, Luoran refused to yield. She believed that by maintaining her strong facade, she could deter the junior employee from revealing this compromising situation. Her reputation at the company was that of a decisive, beautiful, and formidable boss. The thought of this being exposed – her being dressed provocatively and played with while bound – sent a shiver down her spine. Meanwhile, the junior employee, standing a few steps back, was wrestling with his own thoughts. He couldn't believe his luck, stumbling upon his company's beautiful boss in such a setting on his first visit. And he had just had the audacity to play with her perky ass and the soles of her stockinged feet. Luoran's expression and violent struggles seemed to have startled him, causing him to focus solely on hiding and retreating. The room was filled only with Luoran's increasingly anxious whimpers. However, the young employee quickly regained his composure. If his boss wasn't interested in this, she wouldn't be here. He realized that by pleasing her now, he could win her favor and even climb the corporate ladder. With this thought, he looked down and saw the high-heeled shoe that had been tied to Luoran's face earlier. Instead of re-tying it to her face, he picked up the high-heeled boot he had just removed from Luoran's foot. As he held it, he detected a faint, sour odor emanating from within. The boot had been worn by Luoran for some time, and despite its high quality, it couldn't withstand the prolonged confinement of her stockinged feet. Luoran watched as her subordinate approached, holding her high-heeled boot. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head frantically. The sour scent of the previous high-heeled shoe had already been an "experience" for her. To have the boot she had just taken off her own foot tied to her face in front of her subordinate was simply too humiliating. How could someone as proud as Luoran accept this? However, the junior employee seemed to have misinterpreted his beautiful boss's intentions, believing Luoran was eagerly anticipating having the boot pressed against her face. The employee positioned the boot's opening towards Luoran's nose and mouth, using a nearby rope to secure it tightly to her face. Luoran cried out in despair. Once the queen, she was now at the mercy of another, and that other was merely a junior employee from her own company. This stark contrast made Luoran's face burn with shame, though it wasn't very noticeable under the boot and the dim lighting. The junior employee, on the other hand, had become much more relaxed since first seeing Luoran, no longer flustered. Instead, they circled Luoran with evident interest, deliberately letting the heels of their shoes scrape against the floor to produce sharp sounds, especially when they walked behind her. Now, it was Luoran's turn to feel uneasy. The thought of the junior employee disappearing from her sight filled her with dread. However, Luoran's field of vision was severely limited by the large boot, making it difficult for her to see her surroundings. Suddenly, Luoran felt a fingertip touch her stockinged foot, the one not encased in the boot. Then, fingers began to trace the sole of her foot, the touch varying in pressure, sometimes light, sometimes firm. The different parts of Luoran's smooth sole reacted differently, creating an intermittent and fluctuating sensation of itchiness. She wanted to laugh but couldn't. This tantalizing itchiness shot from the soles of her feet straight to her brain. Though she didn't burst into laughter, Luoran could feel the junior employee's fingers teasing her soles through her increasingly rapid breaths. The sour odor from within the boot served as a constant reminder of her predicament. Saliva began to pool in her mouth, wetting the inside of the boot's shaft. Just as Luoran was fighting against the urge to scratch the unbearable itch, she felt her other stockinged foot being freed from its boot. That boot was also swiftly removed. Now, the beautiful boss was suspended, positioned in the most vulnerable way for foot play, subjected to her subordinate's ministrations on her stockinged feet.