The Fall of a University Dancer

Lu Yao paused her facial mask application, her voice muffled as she replied, "No, I just find dating too troublesome and don't want to be distracted." Xiaohua didn't press further, rolled over, and fell asleep. Lu Yao peeled off the mask and looked at her reflection. It wasn't that she didn't want to date; she was afraid. She feared the other person discovering her secret, feared those admiring gazes turning into horror and disgust, and even more, she feared her peculiar hobby becoming public knowledge, fodder for idle gossip. This secret began during a trip to Japan when she was ten. Her father had taken her to Tokyo on a business trip. Passing by a half-open door in a Shinjuku alley, she caught a glimpse of several scantily clad girls bound with ropes, their postures strange yet exuding a peculiar tension. In that moment, her heart suddenly raced, blood rushed to her cheeks, and images of herself bound in such a way uncontrollably flooded her mind. Back home, she locked herself in her room and wrapped a jump rope around herself. When the rope pressed tightly against her skin, an unprecedented sense of security enveloped her, bringing instant calm. From then on, she developed a habit of self-binding. Initially

Struggling under the restraint of three people, she felt utterly powerless. Xiaoyu yanked her wrists behind her back, while Qiqi pressed her knees into her lower back, forcing her to slump into the chair. Nannan opened the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, revealing a neat stack of over a dozen pairs of stockings: black, nude, pearlescent silver, and a few worn ones crumpled into balls, emitting a faint scent of sweat. "These were all gifts from Hui Shao before. He said I looked good in nude stockings, but now, his taste has dropped to liking things stolen from others..." She picked up a pair of black thigh-high stockings. The stockings felt cool and smooth, but when wrapped around her wrists, they were surprisingly tight. Nannan tied a neat, firm knot, securing Lu Yao's hands to the back of the chair. The tension of the rope forced her shoulders back. Qiqi handed over a pair of nude ankle socks, which Nannan took and roughly stuffed into Lu Yao's mouth. The sock carried the smell of unwashed foot sweat, its fibers scraping against her gums, making her instinctively clench her lips. "Try spitting it out." Nannan picked up a pair of pearlescent silver pantyhose and began to wrap them from the ankle upwards, until the fabric clung tightly to her calf. Xiaoyu held down Lu Yao's knees to prevent her from kicking, while Qiqi found some tape and secured the edges of the sock gag to her chin. The sticky tape adhered to her skin, completely stifling any thought of speaking. The moment the black stockings covered her eyes, the world plunged into complete darkness. Her senses suddenly amplified: the rustling sound of Nannan adjusting the stockings, Qiqi's rapid breathing, the soft clatter of Xiaoyu knocking over a bottle of lotion, and her own increasingly rapid heartbeat. Her neck suddenly tightened. Nannan had tied a loose knot with a pair of worn black stockings around her neck, just tight enough to not impede breathing, but making every inhale accompanied by the sensation of fabric friction. "Your nose can't be idle either." Nannan's voice sounded by her ear, and a strong, pungent odor immediately flooded her nostrils – a pair of gray ankle socks, the soles yellowed, clearly old and long stored. The fabric was secured to her nose, and the scent, a mixture of sweat and dust, made her instinctively turn her head, only to have Nannan grip her chin and pull it back. "I wore these for a month. I was going to throw them away, but now I think they're perfect for you." Xiaoyu tied the four legs of the chair to the bedposts with nylon rope, completely eliminating Lu Yao's ability to move. Nannan suddenly pinched Lu Yao's nipples through the fabric of her hoodie, her movements a malicious probe. Qiqi and Xiaoyu tactfully retreated to the doorway. The fluorescent lights of the dorm were turned off, leaving only the faint glow of phone screens flickering in the darkness. The sound of fabric rustling started again. Nannan seemed to be pulling at the waistband of her jeans. Lu Yao's body tensed instantly, but she could only feel the other person's fingers probing inside her waistband, followed by a light laugh: "Hiding quite deep." A vibrating hum suddenly sounded deep within her body. Lu Yao's body jolted violently; she had forgotten to remove the vibrator. "You know how to have fun, don't you?" Nannan adjusted the toy's settings, and the vibration frequency suddenly increased. Nannan: "If Hui Shao knew you were like this, would he think you're even more promiscuous than me?" Her finger pressed heavily on the toy's switch, turning the mode to maximum. "Enjoy yourself. We're going out for some air." The dorm door was closed. The vibrating hum became the only sound. Lu Yao's body swayed in the chair, her wrists aching from the tightness of the stockings. The fabric in her mouth prevented her from making complete sounds, only muffled gasps escaping her throat. The stockings around her neck rose and fell with her breath, each expansion bringing a slight sense of suffocation. The odor in her nostrils grew stronger, mixing with the physiological discomfort caused by the vibrations, making her feel nauseous and on the verge of vomiting. In the darkness, she seemed to see Hui Shao handing her sour plum soup at the hot pot restaurant; she remembered Nannan always giving her an extra packet of chips when sharing snacks in the dorm; she could hear Qiqi and Xiaoyu discussing lipstick shades before bed. These fleeting images now felt like thorns piercing her heart. The vibration suddenly stopped and then started again; the toy's battery was becoming unstable. Lu Yao's fingers, bound by the stockings, curled uselessly. She tried to shake the chair, but the nylon rope tying it to the bedposts remained unyielding, only causing the stockings around her neck to tighten further. Laughter from a distant dorm drifted in from outside, making this room feel like an isolated cage. It sounded like someone was opening the door outside. Lu Yao's body tensed instantly, thinking it was Nannan and the others returning, but then she heard a familiar voice: "Yaoyao? Are you in there?" It was the dorm supervisor, her flashlight beam piercing through the crack in the door, sweeping across the floor. The dorm supervisor's knocking grew more urgent: "Nannan said there was a strange smell in your dorm, so she asked me to check." Lu Yao shook her body forcefully, and the sound of the chair legs scraping against the floor finally drew attention. The lock was opened, and the flashlight beam immediately fell on her. The dorm supervisor's gasp echoed at the doorway: "What's going on here!" The moment the stockings were removed, fresh air rushed into her nostrils, and Lu Yao couldn't help but gasp for breath. The dorm supervisor, while helping her untie, took out her phone and started making a call, muttering, "These kids have gone too far. How could they bully someone like this." The blindfold was removed, and she saw Nannan, Qiqi, and Xiaoyu standing at the end of the hallway, heads bowed, not daring to look at her. Hui Shao's figure also appeared in the crowd. The vibrator was wrapped in tissue paper by the dorm supervisor and placed in a plastic bag. Lu Yao's wrists were covered in red marks from the stockings, and the corners of her mouth were red and swollen from being gagged for so long. Hui Shao tried to approach, but she avoided him – the aroma of hot pot had long since dissipated, leaving only the pain in her wrists and a wound in her heart deeper than any red mark. By the time the counselor arrived, the stockings in the dorm had been cleaned up, leaving only a faint residual odor in the air. Nannan and the others bowed their heads and admitted their fault, saying it was a moment of impulse. Qiqi and Xiaoyu also apologized, their tones full of remorse. Little did they know, Nannan and the others had deliberately let the dorm supervisor in, their goal being to humiliate Lu Yao in front of everyone.

The moment the plastic bag was opened, Lu Yao saw the clothes inside: a black, cinched-waist dress, its hem three centimeters above the knee, with a simple round neckline and a beautifully draping chiffon fabric; a pair of black over-the-knee stockings, the tops adorned with delicate lace trim; and a pair of black stiletto sandals with heels about seven centimeters high. These clothes were a stark contrast to her usual hoodies and jeans, their style far too mature. "These clothes are too..." Lu Yao's words were cut off by Nannan. "No more excuses," Nannan said, walking up to her with her arms crossed. "This camping trip, we do it my way. Is that too much to ask?" Lu Yao pursed her lips and fell silent. She knew Nannan's temper; once she made up her mind, it was hard to change. At six o'clock on Saturday morning, the dorm alarm blared. Ting and Mei were already packed, both dressed in casual sportswear and carrying backpacks. Only Lu Yao was told to change into the black outfit. The chiffon dress was cinched so tightly at the waist that her breathing felt slightly constricted. The stockings felt cool and smooth against her skin, a slight itchiness developing. The high heels made her unsteady; she stumbled the moment she put them on, only to be caught by Ting. "Stand still," Nannan said, approaching with a thick black ribbon. "To prevent you from running off during the camping trip, I need to secure you." Lu Yao instinctively stepped back, but Mei held her shoulders from behind. "We're just tying your hands, it won't affect your walking," Mei's voice was soothing, but her grip was unyielding. Ting took the ribbon, brought Lu Yao's hands behind her back, crossed them, and then tied them securely with the ribbon, tucking the knot under her wrist. Nannan was not satisfied. She stepped forward to adjust it. "It'll look better tied like a chest harness, like Japanese rope bondage." She took the ribbon, passed it under Lu Yao's armpits, crossed it in front of her chest, and then looped it back to connect with the knot on her wrists, forming a tight, net-like structure that perfectly hugged the curves of her upper body. Lu Yao's body tensed. She could feel the tension of the ribbon, each breath making the constriction across her chest more pronounced. "That's better," Nannan said, stepping back half a pace to admire her. "Now, you can't talk, lest you cause trouble on the way." Mei pulled a ball of white cotton socks from her pocket, emitting a faint smell of sweat. "Stuff these in your mouth, and don't spit them out." Lu Yao gritted her teeth and shook her head, but Ting pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open. The moment the cotton socks were stuffed in, her cheeks bulged, her mouth completely filled, making it difficult even to move her tongue. Nannan produced a roll of clear packing tape, incredibly strong. She wrapped it around Lu Yao's mouth five times, securing the cotton socks firmly inside. The edges of the tape adhered to her skin, creating a tight, uncomfortable sensation. Finally, she handed Lu Yao a black mask, covering the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible. "Perfect," Nannan clapped her hands and picked up the picnic basket by the door. "Let's go." The campsite was an hour's drive from the city. They had rented a seven-seater car, and Lu Yao was placed in the middle seat, with Ting and Mei on either side. The scenery outside the car window gradually shifted from tall buildings to fields, the lush green wheat stalks shimmering like something out of an anime under the sun. Occasionally, they spotted early blooming peach trees, their pink blossoms like wisps of clouds. Lu Yao leaned against the window, lost in thought as she watched the scenery. The ribbon on her wrists ached, and the cotton socks in her mouth left her parched, but she could only endure it in silence. They arrived at the Kun Kun Mountain campsite at nine in the morning. The base was crowded with families on outings, children chasing each other on the lawn, their laughter clear and bright. Nannan and the others chose a spot near the stream, shaded by several tall cherry trees, their petals carpeting the grass in pink. "You wait here. We'll set up the tent," Nannan instructed, settling Lu Yao on a rock beneath a cherry tree before she, Ting, and Mei busied themselves. Lu Yao sat on the rock, attracting the attention of many tourists. Some eyed her with curiosity, others whispered amongst themselves, and a child pointed at her tied hands and asked his mother, "Why is that big sister tied up?" The mother quickly covered his mouth and pulled him away. Lu Yao lowered her head, staring at the tip of her high heels. An auntie in a park uniform approached, holding a trash bag, her expression kind. "Little girl, are you here alone?" Her gaze fell on Lu Yao's bound hands, her eyes filled with concern. "Where are your friends? Do you need help?" Lu Yao desperately shook her head, emitting muffled "woo woo" sounds from her mouth, unable to say anything. She could only use her eyes to signal Nannan and the others, who were setting up the tent nearby. Nannan immediately walked over, a smile plastered on her face. "Auntie, this is my little sister. She's a bit mischievous, and we tied her up to stop her from running off. We're together." She linked arms with Lu Yao, her tone affectionate. "Sister, thank Auntie for her concern." Lu Yao was forced to nod. The auntie looked at them with lingering doubt, then admonished, "Be careful when you're out. Don't let the child be wronged." With that, she turned and left. "Don't think about calling for help," Nannan's tone turned cold as soon as the auntie was out of earshot. "If someone reports us for kidnapping, we'll all be in trouble." She took a bottle of mineral water from the picnic basket, took a sip herself, but offered none to Lu Yao. The sun grew stronger, its warmth pleasant on their skin. After the tent was set up, Ting and Mei began preparing the picnic. They had brought sandwiches, fruit salad, fried chicken, and several bottles of juice and sparkling wine, laid out on the picnic mat in a colorful, appetizing spread. Nannan picked up a sandwich, took a bite, and said to Lu Yao, "Are you hungry? If you want to eat, be good and don't try any tricks." Lu Yao's stomach was indeed rumbling; she hadn't eaten anything since morning. She blinked, signaling that she would be obedient. Nannan, however, made no move to untie her. In the afternoon, the campsite hosted a small interactive game, with prizes for the winners. Nannan dragged Lu Yao to participate, under the guise of "showing off." The game was a three-legged race, requiring good coordination between partners. Nannan tied her leg to Lu Yao's, and since Lu Yao's hands were tied behind her back, she could only maintain balance by tilting her body. As soon as the race began, they fell behind the other teams. Lu Yao, in high heels, couldn't run fast and nearly tripped Nannan. "Useless!" Nannan cursed under her breath, yanking her hard. Lu Yao's knee hit the ground, the pain making her body tremble. In the end, they came in last. Nannan, furious, threw the prize on the ground and ignored her. When Ting and Mei went to the stream to fetch water, they encountered several boys from their school, who were also camping. One of them was Lu Yao's classmate. "Lu Yao? You're here too?" the boy greeted her enthusiastically, his gaze lingering on her tied hands and mask. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Lu Yao's eyes lit up. She nodded vigorously, making muffled sounds in her mouth, hoping he would notice something was amiss. But Nannan quickly approached, linked arms with her, and said to the boy, "She has a cold and a sore throat, so she can't talk. She hurt her hand playing a game, and we tied it up to prevent her from touching the wound." Her lie was seamless, and the boy didn't suspect anything, merely offering a few words of caution about taking care of herself before leaving. Watching the boy's retreating back, Lu Yao's hope was completely extinguished. She leaned against a cherry tree, petals falling onto her hair and shoulders. Nannan sat on the picnic mat, chatting and laughing with Ting and Mei, as if Lu Yao were merely an insignificant decoration.

At 5:30 AM, Nan Nan abruptly yanked open the dormitory lights, the harsh glare piercing the dimness and directly hitting Lu Yao's face. She remained in the same position as last night, tied to the iron bunk bed, her body stiff. The rough hemp rope had left purple bruises on her skin. The gag in her mouth was soaked with saliva, sticking unpleasantly to her throat. Every breath carried the stale scent of the cloth. Nan Nan, wearing thick-soled slippers, walked to the bedside and heavily tapped the bed frame with her heel. "If you're awake, stop playing dead. You have a new 'task' today." Zhang Ting and Liu Mei were already dressed, each holding a black plastic bag with distinct shapes inside. Nan Nan gestured for them to untie Lu Yao. As the ropes were loosened, the constricting skin suddenly relaxed, and Lu Yao's vision went black. She almost collapsed, her newly freed limbs feeling boneless. The two women had to support her arms as they dragged her to the open space in the center of the dorm. "Put these on first." Nan Nan pulled out a pair of shiny black pantyhose from a plastic bag. The material was tight spandex. She forcefully grabbed Lu Yao's ankle and pulled the pantyhose up. The rough opening of the hose rubbed against the wounds on her ankle, causing Lu Yao to flinch in pain. Zhang Ting held her shoulders, while Liu Mei pulled up the pantyhose legs. The hose clung tightly to her skin, every inch of fabric seeming to compress her, making her extremely uncomfortable. Next were the black patent leather stiletto heels with red soles. The heels were a full eight centimeters high, and the toes were sharp and narrow. Nan Nan pinched Lu Yao's toes and forced her foot into the shoe. Her toes were squeezed together, her toenails turning white, and the heel dug painfully into her heel. "Stand steady." Nan Nan released her, and Lu Yao immediately lost her balance, swaying precariously. She could only bite down hard on the gag and use her swollen feet to barely support her body. After the change of clothes, Nan Nan dragged out a brand-new roll of hemp rope from under the bed. The rope had been waxed, making it stiff and smooth. "Let's try something different today." She had Zhang Ting and Liu Mei hold Lu Yao's arms while she began to wrap the hemp rope around Lu Yao's chest. This was a Japanese-style chest binding she had learned online. The rope passed under her armpits, crossed in front of her chest, and was tightened with each loop until a neat diamond shape formed at the center of her chest. Her chest cavity was squeezed tightly, and Lu Yao's breathing became rapid. Every inhale felt like a heavy weight pressing down on her chest. Once the chest binding was complete, Nan Nan began to attend to Lu Yao's hands. She pulled Lu Yao's arms backward, crossing her wrists behind her back. She then wrapped the hemp rope around her wrists five times, extended the rope upwards, and repeatedly wound it around her forearms. Finally, she forcibly secured her arms to her sides, forming a standard W shape. This binding method stretched her shoulder muscles to their limit, and a numb ache spread down her arms. Lu Yao's arms were immobilized, forced to remain in a stiff position, and her shoulders quickly began to feel a tearing pain. "Your legs need to be bound too." Liu Mei bent Lu Yao's legs, folding her thighs against her calves so her knees were pressed tightly against her abdomen. Nan Nan wrapped the hemp rope around her knees to secure them, threading the rope through the gap between her thighs and calves and tying it firmly to a knot at her lower back. This left Lu Yao in a half-kneeling position, unable to straighten her legs or stand up. Zhang Ting took a black vibrator from another plastic bag and pressed it against Lu Yao's private parts. When she pressed the switch, the vibrator immediately emitted a low-frequency hum, the vibrations spreading throughout her body. "It's time to change the thing in your mouth." Nan Nan pulled out the old cloth from Lu Yao's mouth, and a foul odor wafted out. She replaced it with a new piece of gauze, rolled into a tight ball and stuffed into Lu Yao's mouth. Then, she wrapped wide tape around her face twice. The tape stuck to her cheeks, distorting her facial muscles, leaving only her nose exposed for breathing. "Now, go to the balcony to 'atone'." Nan Nan pushed Lu Yao's back, urging her towards the balcony. The balcony floor was cold. The morning dew had not yet dried, making it slippery and biting underfoot. Lu Yao knelt on the ground, her knees pressing against the concrete through the thin pantyhose, the pain making her body tremble. The vibrations from the vibrator grew stronger, causing her private muscles to spasm uncontrollably. The W binding on her arms prevented her from supporting herself, so she could only lean forward against the balcony railing. The knot on her chest rubbed against the railing, causing her to shudder with pain. Nan Nan and the other two moved chairs to the balcony entrance, eating breakfast while monitoring Lu Yao. "Kneel properly and don't move around." Nan Nan took a bite of a steamed bun and threw the skin in front of Lu Yao. "When you finally realize you're not as good as me, tell me." Zhang Ting opened her phone and started taking photos and videos. "If I post these pictures online, you'll be famous." Liu Mei poked Lu Yao's back with a twig. "Don't be lazy, straighten your back." The sun gradually rose, its rays falling on Lu Yao. The black pantyhose absorbed heat quickly, and her skin became hot and stuffy. The heels of her shoes sank deep into the cracks in the ground. Her feet were numb from the pressure, her toes losing all sensation, only the sharp pain from the shoe's tip remained clear. The knot on her chest tightened, making each breath difficult. Her throat was dry and itchy from the gauze, but she couldn't cough. Students began appearing on the path below for their morning exercises. Some noticed Lu Yao on the balcony and stopped to look curiously. "Who is that? Why is she kneeling on the balcony?" "She's dressed so strangely, is she filming a video?" The chatter drifted up on the wind, and Lu Yao buried her head lower, wishing she could disappear into the ground. Seeing the onlookers, Nan Nan became even more excited. She deliberately raised her voice, saying, "Lu Yao, perform a 'confession' for everyone, or I'll post your pictures." She used the twig to pat Lu Yao's shoulder, forcing her to lift her head. Lu Yao's gaze swept over the crowd below. She saw several classmates looking at her in astonishment. Her body froze instantly. The vibrations from the vibrator made her legs go weak, and she almost fell to the ground, her knees hitting the concrete heavily, the pain making her vision go black. "So useless." Nan Nan frowned impatiently and told Liu Mei to get the rope. "Tie it tighter, so she doesn't move around." Liu Mei took the hemp rope and walked over to Lu Yao, wrapping it around her waist and abdomen twice more. The rope tightened over the vibrator, and the vibrations suddenly intensified. Lu Yao's body trembled uncontrollably, and she made muffled "woo woo" sounds, unable to form a complete sentence. At 9 AM, the school bell rang. The crowd below gradually dispersed, leaving only a few cleaners sweeping. Lu Yao's stomach growled. She remembered she hadn't eaten for almost two days, and she felt incredibly uncomfortable. The vibrator's battery was running low, and its vibrations became intermittent, yet they still kept her body spasming. Nan Nan and the other two had to go to class. Before leaving, Nan Nan locked the balcony door from the outside, leaving only a small gap for ventilation. "Reflect here properly. We'll be back at noon to check." she shouted through the door. "If you dare to try anything, you'll have a hard time tonight." The sound of footsteps faded away, leaving Lu Yao alone on the balcony, bound in the empty space, her only companions the cold railing and the intermittent buzzing.

The vibrations in her cunt kept her in a constant state of tension, the throbbing ache and pleasure more unbearable than mere pain. But she only buried her head lower, refusing to look at the remote in Nannan's hand, her teeth clamped down hard on the rubber gag in her mouth, preventing any sound of weakness from escaping. Seeing her unyielding, Nannan casually set the remote aside and picked up a comb, beginning to work through Lu Yao's wet hair. The comb's teeth were densely packed, and as they snagged on tangled strands, they pulled with a sharp pain that, combined with the vibrations in her cunt, formed a dual torment. Lu Yao still didn't lower her head, her eyes filled with anger and defiance. "Why are you putting yourself through this?" Nannan's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible weariness. "If you're obedient, I'll feed you, I'll clothe you, and you won't have to suffer like this anymore." She set the comb aside, picked up a bottle of conditioner, and worked it into Lu Yao's hair. "You were so glorious on stage before, and now you've ended up like this. It's all your own doing." Lu Yao's small mouth emitted muffled sounds, as if protesting. She thrashed her body, trying to break free from the restraints of the latex suit, but only succeeded in intensifying the pain in her joints. The latex material rubbed against her skin, causing a burning sensation. Her gaze drifted to the bathroom window, where the night sky was a deep black, a few stars twinkling faintly, as if cheering her on. Nannan noticed her gaze, walked to the window, and pulled the heavy curtains shut, completely blocking out the outside light. She picked up the remote for the massager and turned the vibration setting to the highest level. "Don't think anyone will come to save you. This place is deserted. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you." The vibrations suddenly intensified, and Lu Yao's body convulsed violently, cold sweat instantly breaking out. Nannan slipped the remote into her pocket, picked up the leash, and said, "From today on, you'll sleep here. When you finally come to your senses, when you become obedient, I'll take you out and turn this off." Lu Yao lay on the cold floor, listening to Nannan's retreating footsteps, her heart filled with despair and rage. The latex restraint suit clung tightly to her body, rendering her immobile. The pain in her joints and the burning sensation on her skin made it almost impossible to breathe. Yet, her gaze remained resolute, showing no sign of surrender. In the dead of night, the only sounds in the bathroom were the occasional drip of water from the pipes and the persistent hum of the massager. Lu Yao's consciousness gradually cleared. She didn't bother examining the locks or walls around her, focusing instead on her breathing. The latex suit was pressed tightly against her skin; with each inhale, she could feel the fabric's tautness. The vibrations in her cunt disrupted her breathing rhythm several times, but she adjusted repeatedly, finally managing to stabilize her breath. Anger and struggle only consumed energy; she needed to conserve her strength and wait for a better opportunity. The aching soreness from her limbs being forced into unnatural positions continued to assail her, a torment that intertwined with the vibrations in her cunt. She deliberately ignored it, focusing only on the beat of her heart, confirming that she remained conscious. The furnace in the basement rumbled, keeping the bathroom temperature at a not-unbearable level. However, the latex material was not breathable, and her back was already soaked with sweat. The bathroom door suddenly swung open, and Nannan entered, holding a flashlight and the remote. The harsh beam of light fell upon Lu Yao. Her body showed no sign of panic; she merely lifted her head slightly, her gaze calmly meeting the source of the light. Nannan walked up to her, sweeping the flashlight over her body, then pressed buttons on the remote, switching the massager's vibration mode to an intermittent pulse. "You're being quiet today, aren't you? Did this thing make you comfortable?" Lu Yao didn't respond, only shifting her eyes, her gaze falling on the edge of the remote peeking out of Nannan's pocket, maintaining her silence. The sudden change in vibration caused her body to tremble slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. Nannan squatted down and reached out to pat Lu Yao's buttocks, the latex suit emitting a dull thud. She also reached out to check the massager's fastening, and seeing that the elastic strap was still secure, she smiled with satisfaction. "It would have been so much better if you'd been obedient from the start." Her tone carried a hint of false gentleness. She then checked the Velcro closures on the restraint suit, and seeing that each one was still firmly fastened, she stood up with relief. "I knew it. Even the hardest bone can be ground down." She didn't notice that beneath Lu Yao's lowered eyelids, her gaze remained resolute, but that resolve was now hidden deeper, no longer expressed through futile struggles. Nannan adjusted the massager back to a low-frequency vibration and turned to leave. Nannan re-examined the restraint suit on Lu Yao, tightening a slightly loosened Velcro strap on her arm until her fingertips felt the fabric's tautness before stopping. She had installed a surveillance camera in the bathroom, connected to her phone, with the lens pointed directly at Lu Yao's position. No matter which room she was in, she could see Lu Yao's every move in real-time. "Stay put, you stubborn little dog," Nannan's voice turned cold again as she turned and left the bathroom, leaving Lu Yao once more to the darkness and silence. Silence returned to the bathroom. Her body was tightly bound by the restraint suit, and the pain in her joints grew more intense, yet she still didn't give up. She occasionally tapped her chin on the floor, creating a rhythmic sound. It wasn't an imitation of anything, just a way to prove to herself that she was still conscious, not completely broken. Each tap carried a faint force, creating tiny echoes in the empty bathroom. On Nannan's surveillance feed, Lu Yao lay motionless on the floor, only her shoulders rising and falling with her breath. A cold smile played on her lips, believing her methods had finally worked, unaware that Lu Yao's mind was engaged in a silent dance. She turned off the surveillance interface and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, contemplating how to further "tame" Lu Yao today, to teach her obedience. The next morning, Nannan entered the bathroom with a bowl of thin porridge and placed it on the floor in front of Lu Yao. "If you want to eat, lick it up with your mouth," she said mockingly. "As long as you're obedient, I'll give you food every day." Lu Yao's stomach growled with hunger, but she still didn't lower her head. She turned her face away, refusing to look at the bowl, her eyes filled with stubbornness. Nannan's face instantly darkened. She kicked over the bowl, and the scalding porridge spilled onto Lu Yao's arm, causing a sharp burning pain. At the same time, she quickly pulled out the remote and turned the massager's vibration setting to the highest level. "Let's see if you can still be so defiant!" The combined assault of vibrations and burning pain made Lu Yao tremble uncontrollably, and involuntary moans escaped her lips, yet she still didn't utter a word of surrender, only glaring at Nannan with furious eyes. Nannan was completely enraged. She picked up a nearby belt and whipped Lu Yao's back with force. "Let's see if you dare to be so stubborn!" The belt struck the latex restraint suit, delivering a dull, painful impact. The high-frequency vibrations in her cunt continued, and the triple torment caused Lu Yao's body to convulse violently. Her consciousness blurred amidst the pain, but she gritted her teeth tightly, refusing to let any sound of weakness escape. She could clearly feel the blood flowing beneath her skin, the powerful beat of her heart. These vivid sensations reminded her that she was alive, that she still possessed the right to resist. Even as her body trembled, her eyes remained sharp, like an unbroken blade, fixed directly on Nannan. Nannan grew tired of whipping and threw the belt down, sitting on the floor, panting. She looked at Lu Yao's stubborn back, her heart filled with anger and frustration. She had used every method, yet she still couldn't make Lu Yao submit. She stood up, walked in front of Lu Yao, and said, "I want to see how long you can last." She turned and left the bathroom, locking the door. The surveillance camera continued to work silently, recording Lu Yao's every moment in captivity. The light in the bathroom gradually dimmed. Another day had passed. Lu Yao's body grew weaker, but she still hadn't given up. She occasionally moved her eyeballs, observing every corner of the bathroom, not in search of an escape, but simply to keep her mind active, to prevent herself from falling into numbness.

Nan Nan's knuckles were white as she gripped the leash. She looked down at Lu Yao, who was sprawled on the floor. The vibrator in Lu Yao's crotch continued to hum, and the latex bodysuit held her delicate body firmly in a quadrupedal position. The word "slave" on her collar was a profound humiliation. The previous torment hadn't broken Lu Yao, and Nan Nan's gaze grew darker as a more obsessive thought took root in her mind – to truly tame her, she had to destroy Lu Yao's dignity first, to erase all her shame. "Just letting you stay here is useless," Nan Nan said, yanking the leash sharply. Lu Yao's body lurched forward, her joints rubbing against her skin. The vibrations in her crotch intensified with the movement, making her body tremble uncontrollably. Nan Nan stopped, looking down at her with malice in her voice. "From today on, you are a dog. You move when I say move; you bark when I say bark." Lu Yao's body tensed instantly, a muffled whimper escaping her throat, her eyes filled with rage. She twisted her body, trying to break free from the leash, but only succeeded in tightening the collar around her neck, making her skin red from the friction of the latex. Seeing this, Nan Nan raised her hand and turned the vibrator to its highest setting. The vibrations suddenly intensified, rendering Lu Yao's struggles futile. "Struggling is useless," Nan Nan's voice dripped with mockery as she kicked Lu Yao's hind leg. "Either be a good dog, or let this thing keep vibrating, along with a whip. You choose." The vibrations in her crotch were already making her lose control, coupled with the aching pain from her limbs being forced into an unnatural position, every inch of her muscles screamed in agony. Yet, she gritted her teeth, refusing to utter a single plea for mercy. Nan Nan lost patience waiting for a response. She yanked the leash backward, forcing Lu Yao's body to move forward. The quadrupedal position was incredibly uncomfortable, and with every step, a sharp pain shot through her joints. The friction of the latex against her skin felt like a burning sensation. Nan Nan's pace was not fast, but it was relentless. The leash remained taut, preventing Lu Yao from stopping. If she did, the collar around her neck would tighten, choking her. "Lift your head and look forward," Nan Nan suddenly stopped, pulling Lu Yao's head up with the leash. "This is how dogs walk, heads held high. You are a dog now, so you must act like one." Lu Yao's neck ached from the pull, but she stubbornly turned her head away, refusing to comply with Nan Nan's demand. Nan Nan's patience completely ran out. She took out a small whip she had prepared earlier and lashed it down onto Lu Yao's back. The whip landed on the latex bodysuit with a sharp crack, but the pain was undiminished, radiating through her body. Lu Yao's body shuddered violently, and the whimper in her throat became more suppressed. Nan Nan didn't stop, delivering several more lashes, each accompanied by her scolding, "Not listening, huh? Let's see how long you can hold out!" The pain in her back intensified, and combined with the stimulation from the vibrations in her crotch, Lu Yao's consciousness began to blur. Her steps became unsteady, but Nan Nan continued to drag her forward with the leash. Seeing that Lu Yao still showed no signs of submission, Nan Nan suddenly changed her strategy, her voice turning sinister. "Since you refuse to lift your head, then keep it down. Walk like a dog that's admitting its mistake." She released the upward pull on the leash and instead pressed it downwards, forcing Lu Yao's head down until her chin was almost touching the ground. Lu Yao's vision was restricted to a small area at her feet, and she had to tread carefully with every step, risking hitting her chin if she wasn't cautious. Nan Nan walked slowly beside her, constantly issuing commands, "Hurry up! Dogs should have speed. What's with this dawdling!" God knows how long they walked. Lu Yao's limb joints had gone numb, and the pain in her back had dulled. Only the continuous vibrations in her crotch served as a constant reminder of her predicament. Her breathing became heavy. Nan Nan finally stopped and tied the other end of the leash to a metal hook, forcing Lu Yao to remain in a kneeling position with her head bowed. "Now, bark like a dog," Nan Nan crouched down, staring into Lu Yao's eyes. Lu Yao's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from anger. She kept her mouth tightly shut, her teeth biting down on the rubber gag, refusing to make any sound. Nan Nan's gaze turned even fiercer. She reached out, grabbed Lu Yao's chin, and squeezed hard. "I told you to bark like a dog! Do you hear me?" Her chin ached from the pressure, and the rubber gag made her gums throb, but Lu Yao still refused to compromise. Seeing this, Nan Nan directly pressed the pulse mode on the vibrator. The vibrations became intermittent but sharper, each one like a needle piercing her crotch. "Are you going to bark or not?" Nan Nan's voice rose. "If you don't bark, I'll keep this going until you do." The sharp vibrations caused Lu Yao's body to convulse violently, and the whimpers from her throat became more pronounced, but still not the dog barks Nan Nan wanted. Nan Nan lost her patience. She yanked the rubber gag out of Lu Yao's mouth. Cold air rushed into her throat, making Lu Yao cough a few times. "Now, bark!" Nan Nan's voice was laced with threat, the whip already raised in her hand. Lu Yao opened her mouth, her throat dry and aching, but she still refused to bark like a dog. She lifted her head, her eyes fixed on Nan Nan, filled with unyielding defiance. Nan Nan was completely enraged by this look. The whip fell again, this time deliberately avoiding the areas covered by the latex bodysuit, lashing towards Lu Yao's exposed neck and ears. The pain instantly became sharp. Lu Yao's body flinched violently, and her ears turned red and hot from the lash. Nan Nan whipped her repeatedly, shouting, "Bark! I told you to bark! Do you think you're still that high-and-mighty dancer? You're a dog now! A dog I can command however I please!" The whip fell again and again, the pain in her neck and ears growing more intense. Lu Yao's vision began to darken, and her consciousness grew hazy. She could clearly hear Nan Nan's vicious curses, feel the continuous vibrations in her crotch, and the sharp pain of the whip on her skin. But her lips remained tightly sealed, refusing to utter any sound of weakness, much less bark like a dog. Nan Nan grew tired of whipping. The whip hung limply by her side. She panted, looking at the still-stubborn Lu Yao, a strong sense of frustration welling up within her. But this frustration was quickly replaced by an even stronger obsession. She refused to believe she couldn't tame Lu Yao. "Fine, you won't bark, will you?" Nan Nan's tone was sinister. "Then we'll just wait it out. Let's see who lasts longer." She reinserted the rubber gag into Lu Yao's mouth, this time pushing it deeper to ensure she couldn't make any clear sounds. Then she adjusted the vibrator's mode back to continuous high-frequency vibrations. She stood up, sat down on a chair nearby, and stared intently at Lu Yao. Lu Yao remained in the kneeling position with her head bowed, her body trembling from the vibrations, but still showing no signs of surrender. Time ticked by. Lu Yao's limbs had gone completely numb. The skin on her joints had broken from prolonged friction, oozing blood that stuck to the latex bodysuit. The vibrations in her crotch kept her mental state on edge, making it almost impossible to stay conscious. Yet, she forced her eyes open, trying to prove she hadn't been broken. Seeing that Lu Yao still showed no intention of yielding, Nan Nan stood up again and walked over to her. "Since you refuse to bark, then you'll learn other dog behaviors." She unclipped the leash and pulled Lu Yao's body to a corner. "Dogs sleep on the ground. You'll lie down here." Lu Yao's body was forcefully pressed to the ground, her cheek against the cold floor, the vibrations in her crotch still ongoing.

Lu Yao struggled more fiercely, but Nannan firmly controlled her body. The catheter was forcibly inserted, and the nutrient gel was slowly injected. The cold sensation transmitted along her intestines, bringing intense pleasure. Her body tensed instinctively, and the whimpers from her small mouth became more suppressed, yet did nothing to stop Nannan's actions. After the injection was complete, Nannan withdrew the catheter and immediately pushed in a hard butt plug, securing it firmly. "This will prevent the gel from leaking out and keep you alert at all times," Nannan stood up and took out a metal chastity belt, complex in structure and with a lock. Lu Yao's body trembled violently, trying to curl up, but Nannan forcibly held her legs apart and fastened the chastity belt around her waist and the base of her thighs, tightening it to constrict her genitals. Nannan casually put the key in her pocket. "From now on, your body is under my control." Next, Nannan took out several electric shock pads and attached them to the inner thighs of Lu Yao. Lu Yao's body twitched involuntarily. Nannan connected the wires of the pads to a small controller and then took out an electric shock collar, wider than the previous leather one, with small electrodes covering the inner surface. "Lift your head," Nannan pinched Lu Yao's chin, forcing her to raise her head. She then placed the electric shock collar around her neck, adjusted it for tightness, and fastened it. The collar tightened around her neck. Nannan brought Lu Yao to the waterbed. The surface of the waterbed was soft and would sway with the slightest touch. She pressed down on Lu Yao's shoulders, making her lie flat, then took out ropes and began to bind her in a Kinbaku style. The ropes were tough, and Nannan's technique was skilled. The ropes crisscrossed and wrapped around her body, from her chest to her abdomen, then to her limbs. Each loop was tightened extremely, dividing her body into neat sections and completely restricting all movement. Lu Yao's body ached from the tightness of the ropes, her limbs completely immobilized, leaving her at Nannan's mercy. She twisted her neck forcefully, trying to escape the electric shock collar, but only received more intense stinging pain. Nannan checked the ropes, ensuring they were not loose, before turning to retrieve the prepared stockings, gag, and silk scarf. "This will keep you quiet." Nannan crumpled a pair of black stockings into a ball and forcibly stuffed them into Lu Yao's mouth, the fibers of the stockings rubbing against her oral mucosa. Immediately after, she took out a horse bit gag with a strap, forced it into her mouth, and then used the strap to secure it around her head, firmly fixing it and locking the stockings inside, preventing Lu Yao from spitting them out. Then, she took another pair of stockings and wrapped them layer by layer around her head, covering her mouth and nose. "Not enough," Nannan took out a silk scarf and forcefully wrapped it around Lu Yao's neck. The scarf was extremely tight, pressing against the electric shock collar, making breathing even more difficult. She then took out a mind-control eye mask. The inside of the mask had soft padding but was completely opaque, and once worn, it instantly blocked out all light, leaving only boundless darkness. Lu Yao's hearing became exceptionally sharp, and she could clearly hear her own rapid breaths and Nannan's footsteps. Nannan did not stop. She took out hypnotic audio earplugs and inserted them into Lu Yao's ears. The earplugs blocked out all external sounds but simultaneously played low, monotonous sound waves, attempting to disrupt her consciousness. Finally, she took out a full-face micro-perforated mask. The mask covered her entire face, with only tiny micro-perforations for ventilation. Once worn, her breathing was greatly suppressed, and each inhalation required considerable effort. She could also clearly smell the faint plastic odor emanating from the inside of the mask. With all the equipment in place, Lu Yao lay on the waterbed, securely bound by ropes, clothing, and various devices, unable to move, speak, or see. Her hearing was disturbed, and her breathing was restricted. Different types of pain emanated from various parts of her body: the stinging of the electric shock pads, the tightness of the ropes, the pressure of the collar, and the pleasure from the butt plug and chastity belt, pushing her to the brink of collapse. Nannan walked to the side of the waterbed, checked all the equipment, ensuring everything was securely fastened and the wires were properly connected. She picked up the remote control in her hand, which was covered in buttons, each corresponding to different levels of electric shock and vibration. "All night, high-intensity mode," Nannan's voice was cold, transmitted through the earplugs. Nannan pressed the buttons on the remote control, and the electric shock collar and pads instantly activated. High-intensity current coursed through her body, bringing intense pain, and Lu Yao's body convulsed violently. Simultaneously, the waterbed activated its vibration mode. The intense vibrations caused her body to repeatedly collide with the surface of the waterbed, intensifying the friction from the ropes and clothing, and exacerbating the pain. The current and vibration superimposed, assaulting her nerves and leaving her in a state of exquisite torment. Lu Yao's body convulsed on the waterbed, but she was firmly locked by the Kinbaku binding and other restraints, only able to struggle helplessly. The pain from the electric shocks came in waves, with no respite. The electrodes on the collar continuously discharged current, and the areas covered by the pads felt a burning pain. The vibrations caused the waterbed to undulate, throwing her body up and then down. Each vibration intensified the pleasure brought by the butt plug, and her breathing became even more difficult due to the vibrations and the restriction of the mask. Nannan sat on a chair nearby, holding the remote control, her gaze coldly fixed on Lu Yao's convulsing body. Occasionally, she would raise her hand to adjust the settings, keeping the intensity of the electric shocks and vibrations at their maximum level. "This is the punishment you deserve," her voice was flat but carried undisguised malice. "Every time you try to escape, you suffer more, until you completely surrender."

The drug's effects hadn't fully subsided when the iron cage door was suddenly flung open. Light flooded the darkness, causing Lu Yao to instinctively squint. The studio boss stood outside the cage, followed by two staff members. The three regarded her with cold, impassive gazes, without a word. The boss gestured for the staff to approach. They bent down, entering the cramped cage, and began to untie the ropes binding Lu Yao's legs and torso. Their movements were swift and efficient, their strength undeniable. The moment the ropes loosened, Lu Yao's body lost its support and collapsed onto the cage floor. Her legs, having been folded and held in place for so long, were stiff and numb, unable to stand. Her hands remained bound behind her back, allowing only the slightest movement of her fingertips. The staff members stepped forward, each taking an arm, and dragged her out of the cage. As she was pulled, her body scraped against the ground, dislodging some of the hardened wax and leaving sticky residue clinging to her skin. They led Lu Yao to a makeshift changing room. The boss followed, tossing a long black coat and a pair of dark grey velvet stockings at her. The velvet felt smooth, yet carried an unspoken sense of pressure. "Change," the boss commanded in a frigid tone. The two staff members stood by, their eyes locked on Lu Yao, leaving no room for defiance. Lu Yao's hands were unbound from the cloth strips, granting her only a brief moment of freedom. She raised her hands and slowly peeled off the wax-stained kimono. Her skin was exposed to the air, and the lingering sensitivity made her muscles tense involuntarily. She then put on the velvet stockings. They clung to her skin, outlining the curves of her legs. The swelling in her chest, combined with the constricting feel of the stockings, brought an inexplicable sense of unease. Finally, she donned the black coat, which reached her ankles, concealing most of the marks on her body. Once changed, the staff immediately stepped forward and re-bound her with the hemp ropes. It was the same "behind-the-back" binding method: hands tied behind her, wrists crossed and overlapped, the ropes tightening layer by layer from her wrists to her shoulders. Another rope was pulled upwards, securing her to the leather collar around her neck, forcing her upper body to remain upright. Her legs were bound from the ankles to the knees, leaving just enough room for movement, ensuring she could walk but not run or struggle. The boss stepped forward to check the security of the restraints. He tugged at the rope around her neck, confirming it was secure before gripping the leather collar and roughly pulling her forward. Lu Yao was forced to shuffle along, her legs stiff and numb, each step a struggle. The velvet stockings brushed against the ground, making a faint rustling sound. They boarded a car, and Lu Yao was placed in the middle of the back seat, flanked by a staff member on either side. She couldn't see outside, relying only on sound to gauge the car's movement. Upon arriving at the hotel, Lu Yao was dragged through the lobby and down a corridor, finally stopping before a multimedia room. Two men in black stood guard at the door. They immediately stepped aside upon seeing the boss. The boss pushed open the door, and a heavy atmosphere washed over Lu Yao. She was forcibly pulled inside, and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, the scene before her intensified her fear. The multimedia room was spacious, with a long conference table in the center surrounded by dozens of chairs. Seated around the room were dozens of women, their situations identical to Lu Yao's. All were bound tightly with thick hemp ropes, in various poses: Japanese chest binding, full-body restraints, each method precisely limiting their movement. Their mouths were either gagged with silicone balls or tightly bound with stockings and cloth strips, allowing only faint hisses to escape through their nostrils. Lu Yao's gaze swept over each woman. Their faces were devoid of expression, only their eyes, exposed and filled with terror and helplessness, revealed their state. Some tried to twist their bodies, but the ropes held them fast, allowing only minor shifts. Others remained stiff, their eyes vacant, staring at the floor, clearly numbed by prolonged confinement. A few tilted their heads slightly, their gazes meeting, conveying a silent empathy. The staff led Lu Yao to a chair beside the conference table and forced her to sit. They then secured her waist and back to the chair with ropes, preventing her from standing or moving. The boss released her collar and turned towards the podium at the front of the room, engaging in conversation with several men in suits who were already waiting there. His tone was flat, revealing no emotion. Lu Yao's body remained tense, the swelling in her chest persistent. The ropes made her breathing slightly labored. She subtly moved her eyeballs, observing the room. A projector and screen were set up at the front, and several cameras were positioned around the room, their lenses focused on each bound woman, clearly documenting the entire event. The walls were adorned with diagrams of rope bondage, detailing various techniques. It was then that she understood. This was no ordinary gathering, but a symposium on discipline and rope art. The participants included themselves, the bound subjects, the men in suits by the podium, and the staff scattered in the corners. The men in suits held documents, occasionally conferring in low voices, their gazes sweeping over the bound women with a look of scrutiny and professional assessment, as if observing exhibits. One of the men in suits stepped onto the podium and picked up a microphone. His voice echoed through the room via the sound system. He began to explain the techniques and key points of various rope bondage methods, his tone professional and detached. He would occasionally point to a bound woman, using her as an example to illustrate control over tension and securing techniques. The woman singled out would instinctively tense her body, her eyes widening with fear, but she could do nothing but be used as a demonstration tool.

Less than half an hour later, Nannan knocked on the door. She entered the room carrying two large black suitcases, placed them directly on the bed, and opened them. The contents made Lu Yao freeze instantly, her face turning pale, a chill spreading over her entire body. The first suitcase contained a bright red qipao, made of high-quality silk with a subtle plum blossom embroidery, exquisite and vibrant. Beside it lay a pair of glossy black pantyhose, smooth and soft, and a long black coat, loosely cut, capable of enveloping a person entirely. The contents of the second suitcase, however, made Lu Yao stiffen, instinctively stepping back, her eyes filled with fear and resistance. Inside were red ropes, a silver electro-shock butt plug, several small black electrode pads, and a black mobile phone remote control. The buttons on the remote were neatly arranged, clearly a tool for controlling the electro-shock device. Nannan noticed her reaction, a mocking smile curling her lips. She reached for the roll of red rope, her tone tinged with assertiveness, "Look at you, so inexperienced. These are all props the client requested. For this job, you need to wear the qipao and glossy pantyhose, tie a pentagram chest harness with the red rope, wear the electro-shock butt plug, attach the electrode pads to your inner thighs, and then put on the coat. We're going to take a stroll through the bustling flower market pedestrian street." "I won't wear them, and I won't use these things!" Lu Yao finally mustered the courage, her voice trembling slightly but still firm. "These things are too strange, and we have to go to such a crowded flower market. What if someone finds out? And I've never used this electro-shock butt plug before, I'm afraid I'll get hurt." This was the first time she had so directly refused Nannan, making her momentarily forget Nannan's dominance, only wanting to escape these unsettling props. Hearing her refusal, the smile on Nannan's face vanished instantly, her tone turning cold. She threw the red rope back into the suitcase with a sharp "snap," startling Lu Yao. "Lu Yao, who do you think you are, daring to negotiate with me?" Nannan walked towards Lu Yao step by step, her eyes fierce, the pressure in her voice suffocating. "The payment from the client is enough for half a year's living expenses. Do you think you have the right to refuse? Think about the consequences yourself." Lu Yao's body trembled uncontrollably. She knew Nannan kept her word. If she truly refused, not only would she not receive this payment, but she would also have to return the previous money, and her income source would be completely cut off. At that point, her basic livelihood would be in jeopardy, let alone escaping Nannan's control. But the thought of those strange props, the idea of being electro-shocked in a crowded flower market, the shame of being discovered, sent chills down her spine, and her inner resistance did not diminish in the slightest. To alleviate her unease, Lu Yao began to make excuses, her voice pleading, "Nannan, I don't mean to refuse you, I'm really scared. How about we discuss with the client if we can skip the electro-shock props? Just wear the qipao and stockings, and tie the red rope, okay? Or we can go somewhere less crowded, not the flower market. It's too many people, I'm really afraid of being discovered." As she spoke, she secretly observed Nannan's expression, hoping Nannan would relent and give her some leeway. But Nannan remained unmoved, crossing her arms and looking at her indifferently, her tone full of disdain. "Don't try that with me, what excuses are you looking for? The client's demands are never negotiable. Either cooperate or get out, there's no third option. I'll give you ten more minutes to consider. If you're not obedient by then, don't blame me for being harsh. You'll get no payment, and I'll make sure you know what happens when you refuse me." With that, Nannan walked to the sofa, sat down, and started scrolling through her phone, no longer looking at Lu Yao, but still exuding an oppressive aura that made Lu Yao dare not slack off. Ten minutes felt like an eternity to Lu Yao. She stood frozen, her mind in turmoil, torn between the generous reward and a stable life on one hand, and her inner fear, shame, and resistance on the other. She wanted to escape, to break free from Nannan's control completely, but reality was like a mountain, crushing her, leaving her with no retreat. Finally, under Nannan's forceful pressure and the coercion of her livelihood, Lu Yao's inner resistance gradually wore down, leaving only endless grievance and helplessness. She slowly lowered her head, her voice hoarse, and said, "I understand. I'll wear them. I'll use them." Hearing this, Nannan's triumphant smile returned. She put down her phone, stood up, walked to Lu Yao's side, patted her shoulder, and said with a hint of mockery and condescension, "That's more like it. Be obedient, and you'll be rewarded. If you had just agreed earlier, we wouldn't have wasted everyone's time. Hurry up and go to the bathroom, put on the qipao and the glossy pantyhose. I'll wait for you outside. No funny business, or you'll regret it." Lu Yao nodded, picked up the qipao and glossy pantyhose from the suitcase, lowered her head, and walked into the bathroom, slowly closing the door. The moment the door closed, the accumulated grievance and tears in her heart finally broke free. She slowly slid to the floor, hugging her knees, sobbing silently, her heart filled with resentment and helplessness. She hated Nannan's assertiveness and cruelty, hated her own weakness and incompetence, and even more, she hated the clients who made such bizarre demands. After crying for a while, Lu Yao gradually calmed down, wiped the tears from her face, and slowly stood up to put on the clothes. She first picked up the pair of glossy black pantyhose and carefully put them on. The silk was smooth and delicate, tightly encasing her legs, emitting a faint glossy sheen, outlining the slender, fair lines of her legs. Every inch of her skin was firmly wrapped, without a single gap. The smooth sensation made her feel uncomfortable, yet she was helpless. Next, she picked up the bright red silk qipao and carefully put it on. The silk fabric was soft and smooth, fitting her figure perfectly, accentuating her slender waist and flowing curves. The subtle plum blossom embroidery added a touch of nobility, exquisite and vibrant. However, Lu Yao didn't feel beautiful at all; she only felt stiff all over, as if she were being restrained, even her breathing becoming rapid. The qipao's collar was neither too high nor too low, just covering her neck. The sleeves were short, revealing her slender arms, and the hem reached her knees, swaying slightly when she walked, yet with a sense of restriction. After putting on the qipao and stockings, Lu Yao took a deep breath and slowly opened the bathroom door, stepping out. Nannan was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone. Seeing her emerge, she looked up, scanned her from head to toe, and a satisfied smile curved her lips. "Not bad, this outfit suits you very well. The client definitely chose the right person. Come here, I'll help you tie the red rope, attach the electrode pads, and put on the electro-shock butt plug. It'll be quick."