Mom's Secret

This single-hand glove was a splurge, rumored to contain a chip. Once I set the timer on my phone and placed my hands inside, it would do its thing.

After cleaning myself, I went to the dining room and was about to eat when Xiao Xing called me to his room again. On his bed, he had placed a metal chastity device. "What, what is this for? Are you going to lock Mom up?" "How could I? I'm just afraid Mom might be in danger. This will protect Mom well, hehe." How could I not know what this brat was thinking? He just wanted to possess me, and now he'd even resorted to this. I felt my status diminishing. No, if I didn't resist, he'd only become more presumptuous. "Hehe, what? Mom won't wear this, absolutely not." "Oh, if Mom is unwilling, then I'll have to force Mom to wear it." "You, what do you want to do?" I stepped back in fear, and then Xiao Xing pounced on me, tickling my waist relentlessly. "Hahahaha, quick... stop... I... I won't... yield..." My body is very sensitive, and I'm also very ticklish. After a while, I couldn't take it anymore and was forced to agree. I picked up the chastity device and found two metal rods inside. I knew one was for the front and one for the back. I gave Xiao Xing a glare, took off my underwear, and slowly put it on. *Ugh*, as the cold metal rods entered my body

The moment my heel landed on the ball, Xiao Xing’s whip cracked across my ass, with no restraint whatsoever. After a few more lashes from Xiao Xing, I forced myself to lift my heel. But I couldn’t hold on for long, and soon I was being whipped again, this time he only targeted my sensitive areas. After a few rounds, I gave up and started begging Xiao Xing to spare me, but he didn’t relent, tormenting me until midnight before letting me go. I felt wronged; I hadn’t told Xiao Xing for his own good, fearing he’d impulsively seek out that person. But how could Xiao Xing possibly be a match for him? If he angered that person, I didn’t know if he’d turn his attention to Xiao Xing. Seeing me cry, Xiao Xing felt he had gone too far. He quickly untied me and massaged my legs. “Sigh, Mom, I didn’t want to treat you like this, but you hid something from me. This time, I’ll let it slide. If it happens again, I won’t be so lenient with you.” Looking at Xiao Xing’s eyes, I felt a pang of fear. And this wasn’t something I could decide. “I understand.” The next day, while Xiao Xing was at school, I cleaned my latex suit. I had sweated profusely from the torment yesterday, and enduring it all night had been unbearable. After putting on the suit, I massaged my aching legs, silently praying that person wouldn’t message me for a while. If I were to be tormented by both father and son in turns, I didn’t know if I’d break. Perhaps my prayers were answered, as I received no messages from him for the next few days. I was doing well, and Xiao Xing hadn’t punished me again. But my respite was short-lived. He messaged me again, asking me to meet him at a park at nine that night. I couldn’t refuse or resist, so that evening, I drugged Xiao Xing with sleeping pills again and went to the park. Arriving at the park, I waited for a while before a black van pulled up. I checked the license plate and got in. Several men were seated inside, and he was in the middle. He gestured, and the men began to undress me. Soon, only my latex suit remained. Then, he did something, and the suit became loose and baggy, so I took it off myself. He then threw me a pair of black, open-crotch stockings and a pair of red high heels, which I put on expertly. One of the men produced a dog-tail butt plug, at

"Slave, I beg Master to punish me with ropes." "Good." He took the rope and began to bind Sister Dong. It was different from when he bound me. When he bound Sister Dong, he was very forceful, and each strand of rope sank deeply into her skin. Sister Dong would occasionally hiss in pain because of this, but she didn't say anything. Soon, Sister Dong was bound into a human pretzel just like me, except her pretzel was bound much more severely than mine. Then he carried Sister Dong in front of me and connected our collars. This way, we could only look at each other face-to-face. Under Sister Dong's gaze, I felt shy after a while and quickly looked away. But unexpectedly, Sister Dong directly kissed me, her tongue probing into my mouth. My eyes widened in confusion, and I was so stunned that I forgot to pull away. It wasn't until I was struggling to breathe that I reacted and broke free. Sister Dong licked her lips and said, "You're quite sweet, but don't you know how to kiss?" "I, I, what's it to you?" I used to know how to kiss, but after experiencing those things, I'd almost forgotten. "Alright, enough playing. Let's start with the props." He brought over a box and took out two nipple clamps, connecting Sister Dong's and my [X_X] together. Next were two chastity belts, each containing three [X_X] of varying sizes. He put the chastity belts on Sister Dong and me. At first, they were loose, but then he pressed a button in the center of the chastity belt. A green light turned on, and the chastity belt began to slowly contract until it was tightly pressed against my skin. He then took out two remote controls and attached ropes to them, hanging them behind Sister Dong and me so that we could touch them at any time. "The remote controls on your backs are for each other's chastity belts, and you can always reach them without them falling off. How you use them is up to you." After that, Sister Dong and I were fitted with gags and blindfolds. Then I felt myself being placed into something soft. Suddenly, the [X_X] in my [X_X] vibrated. I knew it was Sister Dong pressing it. Normally, I wouldn't dare to resist her, but now that she was bound just like me, I wouldn't let her bully me anymore. You touched the remote control, which only had two buttons. It was probably made specifically for people like us. I pressed one of them, and indeed, I heard Sister Dong on the other side let out a muffled groan. So, I decided to go all out and pressed it many times. "Mmmph...~~~ Mmmph...~~~" The groans from the other side grew louder, as if she was greatly stimulated. To prevent Sister Dong from pressing the remote control, I pounced on her and pinned her down, wriggling uncontrollably. But unexpectedly, Sister Dong succeeded. Soon, the three [X_X] below began to vibrate continuously, and the intensity increased. The intense stimulation instantly drained my strength, allowing Sister Dong to flip me over and pin me down. Immediately after, there was a sharp pain in my [X_X]. I didn't expect Sister Dong to use such a tactic, which was like killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own. Then, Sister Dong drew something on my face with her gag. At first, I didn't understand, but after she drew it a few more times, I realized it was the character for "stop." How could I possibly agree to turn off her chastity belt? So, I refused with muffled sounds. But unexpectedly, Sister Dong understood and immediately followed with a sharp pain in my [X_X]. I still didn't agree and even increased the intensity of her chastity belt. After Sister Dong yanked it a few more times, I couldn't take it anymore. After all, these weren't ordinary nipple clamps; if you pulled them forcefully, they could tear the [X_X]. I didn't want to experience that pain again. Reluctantly, I had to turn off Sister Dong's chastity belt. But unexpectedly, Sister Dong increased the intensity of my chastity belt. I also felt a hot breath on my face, and I knew it was Sister Dong. Our faces were very close. Although I couldn't see, I imagined Sister Dong's appearance. Then, my gag seemed to be pushed, and I responded. Our gags bumped against each other, as if we were kissing with gags on.

I took the "garment" that weighed almost nothing, my fingertips meeting the distinct textures of leather and latex. Under Sister Dong's gaze, I struggled out of my torn qipao and stockings, enduring the pain as I pulled on this intensely humiliating and revealing "net dress." The straps dug deeply into the fading whip marks, a subtle sting, while the cool latex clung to my sensitive nipples and core. Then, as instructed, I walked to the center of the room, facing the direction Sister Dong had previously knelt, and slowly lowered myself to my knees. The carpet was soft, but the moment my knees hit the floor, memories of being bound and punished flooded back. Sister Dong circled behind me, a roll of red silk cord in her hands. Without a word, she began to wrap it around my body. Her movements were skilled and elegant, a stark contrast to the roughness of the man in black. The rope threaded through the gaps in the net dress, tightening at my chest, waist, and the base of my thighs, forming restraints that were also decorative loops. Finally, she brought my hands together behind my back, binding my wrists with the remaining cord, tying a complex and secure knot. "This is a variation of kinbaku, designed not to impede your circulation, but to ensure you cannot escape, and..." She gently tugged a loop at my chest, the rope grazing my nipples, "it will keep you constantly aware of your state." Indeed, the pressure and friction of the knots, through the thin latex, continuously stimulated my sensitive skin. Next, Sister Dong produced two small metal clamps and attached them to my nipples. Fine chains dangled from the clamps, and she then presented a smaller, spherical object with a thin wire. "Arch your back," she commanded. I obeyed, lifting my hips. A cool sensation pressed against my entrance, then was slowly pushed into my rear. It was a butt plug, smaller than usual, and seemingly embedded with electronic components. "The front is up to you," Sister Dong said, placing a similar, slightly larger vibrator within reach of my bound hands. I managed to grip it with my fingers and, under Sister Dong's watchful eyes, trembled as I inserted it into my already slick core. The feeling of fullness made me groan. Sister Dong connected the wires of both toys to a palm-sized black controller. Then, she approached me, crouched down, and met my gaze. "Now, review rule one: A slave may not act without the master's permission under any circumstances, nor place herself in a position of potential danger or uncontrollability." Her voice was calm and even. "You violated that today. Therefore, this is a reminder." She pressed a button on the controller. "Ahhh—!" It wasn't a strong vibration or an electric shock. Instead, a strange, indescribable sensation exploded from my nipples, my core, and my rear, surging directly into my brain. It wasn't pure pleasure or pain, but a blend of being tightly bound, whipped, and violated, a "hallucination" so real yet I knew it was false. My body convulsed violently, tears streamed uncontrollably, my core spasmed, and lubrication gushed out, soaking the latex between my legs and the carpet. The orgasm was intense and sudden, almost suffocating. Seconds later, the sensation receded like a tide, leaving me collapsed on the floor, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. Sister Dong watched me quietly, waiting for me to regain some composure. "Remember this feeling," she said. "This is a small part of the basic punishment mode for the new collar. If the master activates higher levels, or combines it with other toys..." She didn't finish, but the implication was clear. I nodded with difficulty, the fear and the bizarre, extreme experience leaving me shaken. "Rule two," Sister Dong continued, "the slave's body and reactions belong to the master. Under all circumstances, especially when facing outsiders, you must exercise restraint and maintain a minimum level of decorum—unless the master gives specific orders." She wiped a bit of saliva from the corner of my mouth with her finger. "Today, you didn't seem to 'restrain' yourself." She pressed the controller again. This time, the sensation was entirely different. A sharp, tearing pain shot through my core, as if I were being brutally violated. I cried out, my body arching, but simultaneously, my brain sent absurdly strong pleasure signals, forcing my body to lubricate, forcing me to writhe and "welcome" the non-existent violation. The extreme pain and extreme pleasure tore me to shreds. My vision darkened, and I nearly fainted. Just as I was about to break, the sensation vanished again. I lay on the floor like a fish out of water, only my instincts twitching and gasping, my mind a blank slate. Sister Dong waited a long time for me to recover before lightly touching me with her toe. "Can you still think?"

Sister Dong picked up last night's rattan cane and moved behind me. Master activated the vibrator, and the low-frequency vibrations began, pulsing like a heartbeat. Simultaneously