Bondage Experience Shop

Ella looked up, her hazy eyes focusing on Murphy. She giggled, the alcohol slurring her words. "Help? Who can help me? My heart is broken, everything is over... I need... I need something to forget all this." She leaned into Murphy's arm, her breath sweet with the scent of wine. Murphy smiled faintly, not flinching. She guided Ella into the shop, closing the door behind them. The interior was warm and quiet, a faint incense wafting through the air, designed to lower one's guard. "This is a bondage experience shop," Murphy explained. "We offer a unique experience that allows you to temporarily forget your troubles and immerse yourself in new sensations. Perhaps, this is the stimulation you need." Ella rubbed her eyes, looking around. The instruments gleamed under the lights, alluring like works of art. She giggled drunkenly, "Stimulation? Sounds good. I have nothing left to lose. Come on, tell me how it works." Murphy didn't rush. She poured Ella a glass of water, sat beside her, and listened patiently to her story. Ella recounted her tale in fragments: the lover who betrayed her, how he sent her from heaven to hell; how she suffered, yearning for a way to vent or escape. As Murphy listened, a flicker of interest crossed her eyes – this was a perfect subject, vulnerable yet full of potential. "If you want to try," Murphy finally said, "we can start with a simple experience. But if you seek deeper stimulation, I have a special offer." She took out a contract from a drawer, the paper shimmering with alchemical magic. "This is a contract of servitude, meaning you will surrender yourself completely to me for a period. I will use my skills to push you to unprecedented limits. But remember, once signed, it is binding." Ella burst into laughter, the alcohol making her bold and reckless. "Servitude? Sounds like something out of a fairy tale. Why not? I have nothing left anyway. Come on, give me the pen." She snatched the pen and scrawled her name on the contract, not even bothering to read the terms. A hint of satisfaction flashed in Murphy's eyes; she knew how easily alcohol could make everything seem simple. After signing, Murphy helped Ella into the workshop behind the shop. It was a spacious room filled with alchemical tools: gleaming furnaces, floating magic crystals, and exquisite bondage devices. Ella leaned against the wall, dizzy. "Now what? What are we going to do?" she mumbled. "Relax," Murphy said softly, "let me take care of you." She guided Ella to lie on a soft platform and began to weave her alchemy. Magic flowed from her fingertips, coiling around Ella's body. Ella felt a warm current surge through her, her limbs gradually weakening. She closed her eyes, the intoxication quickly lulling her into sleep. When Ella awoke, everything had changed. She tried to open her eyes, only to find darkness – a thick blindfold completely obscured her vision, the material soft yet firm, like an untearable silk. She tried to cry out, but her mouth was stuffed with a soft ball, allowing only a low whimper. Her ears were also plugged, soft earplugs muffling all sound, leaving only a dead, empty silence. Her body was completely immobile. Her arms were stretched and secured behind her, her legs held together and straight, as if bound by invisible shackles. Her entire body seemed to be encased in a smooth covering, from head to toe, the material as slick as wax but carrying a faint warmth of magic. It clung tightly to her skin, restricting every breath and tremor. She felt herself standing upright, secured on some elevated platform, a strange fullness emanating from her [X] – a [X] deeply embedded within, its gentle vibrations washing over her like waves, stimulating her sensitive points, causing her to tremble involuntarily. Ella's thoughts were a chaotic jumble of panic. She remembered the bar, the gentle yet commanding woman, the contract. But now, she could do nothing. Her senses were stripped away, leaving only touch – the warmth beneath the covering, the wave-like [X] from the vibrations, and the inescapable restraint. She tried to struggle, but her body wouldn't budge, leaving her to the mercy of the [X] that repeatedly awakened her body's responses. Waves of heat spread from her [X], mingling with fear and a strange excitement. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but everything was blocked, leaving only the storm within. From the outside, the bondage experience shop's display window featured a striking new exhibit. A woman with a perfect figure stood there, her posture elegant and stiff, like a work of art. Her "skin" was smooth as wax, her curves exquisite: full breasts rising and falling slightly, a slender waist, and long legs held straight and together. The display lights cast a glow, highlighting her flawless silhouette and drawing the attention of passersby. Some stopped, marveling at the realism of the mannequin – they had no idea that inside was Ella, the heartbroken, drunken woman. Now, she was Murphy's first "masterpiece," struggling in a sensory cage, the rhythm of the [X] a constant pulse like her heartbeat, bringing her endless torment and secret pleasure. Murphy stood inside the shop, observing the display through the one-way glass. She smiled faintly, satisfied with her alchemy. This was just the beginning; Ella's contract gave her ample time to mold this soul. On the street outside, the crowd grew, and some curious individuals pushed the door open, inquiring about the secret of the mannequin. Murphy responded with elegant grace, "This is our special experience. If you're interested, perhaps you might like to try it."

Finally, one day—Aila could no longer tell day from night—the covering began to melt. The light of magic seeped in from her fingertips, and she felt the blindfold slowly loosen, the earplugs gently removed, and the ball gag taken from her mouth. Light pierced her eyes, and she blinked, the world a blurry, dazzling haze. Murphy stood before her, her black robes shimmering in the light, her gaze calm yet tinged with satisfaction. "Welcome back, Aila," Murphy said softly, "You did very well. The contract is still in effect, you know." Aila tried to speak, her voice hoarse and weak, "How long... I... I thought I would be like this forever." The residual vibrations of her ordeal still lingered in her body, her [X] twitching slightly, her breasts exquisitely sensitive. She looked around, finding herself still in the display case, but the wax shell had vanished, leaving only a few residual fragments of magic. She tried to move her limbs, only to find them still held fast by invisible restraints, standing upright, like a living statue. Fear mingled with a strange sense of relief as she looked at Murphy, "Why... why would you do this to me?" Murphy approached, gently stroking her shoulder, her touch as smooth as silk. "Because you chose it, Aila. The contract was your decision, and it gave me the right to let you explore your limits. Now, you have adapted to the first phase. It's time for a new task." She paused, a flicker of interest in her eyes, "This will be your chance to earn your freedom. If you complete it, I will consider releasing you. But remember, everything is within the contract." Aila's heart pounded, and she nodded, despite her body's weakness. "What task? As long as it gets me out... I'll do anything." Her voice trembled slightly, the prolonged sensory deprivation making her longing for freedom burn like a flame. Murphy smiled and guided her out of the display case. In the workshop, alchemical tools gleamed. She took a device from a shelf—an exquisite vending machine model, but far from ordinary. Its body was cast from magical metal, its exterior resembling a common street beverage machine, but inside lay a complex system of restraints. "This," Murphy explained, "will be your new dwelling. You will be fixed upright inside, with a breast pump attached to your chest. When passersby buy a drink, the machine will automatically extract... milk from you. It will be disguised as an ordinary beverage, but if you are lucky, someone will discover the truth. At that point, you will be released, and the discoverer will take your place, continuing the cycle." Aila's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing. "Extract... milk? From me?" She looked down at her breasts, their full curves seeming even more sensitive after the prolonged stimulation. A mixture of shame and excitement surged through her, and she recalled the [X] that had brought those [X], that wondrous feeling of her body being controlled. "Why this? It... it sounds too... too exposed." "Because it is part of the art," Murphy said softly, "It will allow you to feel the ultimate sensation of being used, while waiting for redemption. The contract requires your obedience, Aila. If you refuse, the consequences will be far worse." Her tone was gentle yet firm, like a mentor guiding a student. Aila hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Alright. I... I accept." The emptiness of her heartbreak still lingered, and perhaps this task could offer her a new kind of stimulation, filling the void within. Murphy nodded and began to perform alchemy. She guided Aila into the interior of the vending machine, a narrow yet intricate space. Aila was fixed upright, her limbs extended and joined, metal rings gently but firmly encircling her wrists, ankles, and waist, ensuring she could not move. On her chest, two soft breast pumps adhered to her [X], like warm cups, shimmering with magical light. They began to gently suction, stimulating her [X], causing a warm current to surge from within her body. Aila gasped softly, feeling her body respond, the sensation like a continuation of [X], yet gentler and more prolonged. Though there was no object invading her [X], the overall restraint made her entire body exquisitely sensitive. "It will activate with each purchase," Murphy explained, "Every extraction will bring a... pleasurable feedback. Endure it, Aila. The one who discovers the truth will become the next." She closed the machine door, its exterior reverting to that of an ordinary vending machine, and placed it in an inconspicuous corner of a busy street. Aila was plunged into darkness within, only the breast pumps and the sensations of her body remaining. Time stretched out once more. The vending machine stood by the bustling street, passersby hurrying past. Aila felt like a hidden secret, her breasts trembling slightly within the breast pumps. At first, no one noticed. The machine waited silently. The first customer—a tired-looking white-collar woman—approached, inserted coins, and selected a cup of "Fresh Milk." The machine whirred, and the breast pumps activated. Aila's body jolted as a gentle suction emanated from her [X], like countless tiny fingers massaging her. She couldn't help but moan, though her voice was muffled by the machine's casing. A warm current flowed from her breasts, the liquid magically transformed into milk and poured into the cup. The customer took the drink, took a sip, and exclaimed, "So fresh, tastes delicious." She walked away, unaware of the woman hidden inside. Aila's thoughts churned. The suction brought a strange [X], like a prelude to [X], yet not a complete release. She felt her [X] filling, the liquid being drawn out continuously, each purchase causing her body to tremble. The second customer arrived, a girl who looked like a student, and she chose two cups. The machine sped up, the breast pumps working harder, and Aila's [X] responded sensitively, waves of heat spreading from her chest to her entire body. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the rising pleasure, but the restraints prevented her from escaping. The liquid flowed, and the customer left satisfied. Days turned into weeks, and Aila's life became a repetitive cycle. In the morning, crowds surged, and purchases were frequent; at night, sparse customers allowed her brief respite. But each activation drew her deeper into that world of sensation. Her [X] seemed to have been transformed by magic, always full, the suction like a lover's kiss, gentle yet persistent. She began to anticipate those moments, the feeling of being "used" making her forget the loneliness of the outside world. In her mind, she fantasized about Murphy's smile, the sense of control that the contract brought. The pain of heartbreak had faded, replaced by this pure experience—her body being drained, her soul free within its bondage.

In the dim hall of the alchemist's workshop, the air hung thick with a faint blend of metal and spices. The four women had just returned from the auction's rigorous training, their bodies still humming with the lingering fatigue and heightened sensitivity. They were settled on plush leather cushions. Aella curled her lithe form, while Duchess Mina maintained her regal posture, though a flicker of exhaustion betrayed her eyes. Teacher Selina adjusted her breathing, and Rowena remained silent, her mind replaying the unforgettable experiences. Murphy entered the hall soundlessly, draped in a black robe, a slender silver chain in her hand. At the chain's end were two figures – two completely encased humanoid dogs. Save for their breasts and private parts, every other inch of their bodies was tightly bound in smooth black leather, from neck to ankle, forming a strangely streamlined restraint. They were on all fours, their knees and elbows padded, capable of crawling but not standing. Exquisite horse tack adorned their heads, and their muzzles were intricate metal frames, holding their tongues fixed and protruding, their crystalline saliva dripping uncontrollably onto the floor. Small bells hung from their nipple clamps, emitting a clear, tinkling sound with every movement, creating an ambiguous rhythm. Teacher Selina's gaze locked onto the two figures, her heart lurching. She recognized them – it was Xiao Li and Amy, who, along with Rowena, had plunged her into that vortex of shame at school last time. Memories surged like a tide: Teacher Selina surrounded by those students, her body trembling in restraint, the humiliation of being watched making her cheeks burn instantly. She instinctively averted her gaze, her chest heaving. Rowena also flinched slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. "My dear collectors," Murphy's voice was soft yet carried an undeniable authority. She gently tugged the chain, and the humanoid dogs obediently crawled forward, their bells chiming louder. "The auction's game is over, but your journey has just begun. Today, I give you a chance – a group competition. The victors will earn a day of free training, not only dominating others but also being exempt from restraint. The losers, of course, will continue to savor the pleasure." A low hum filled the hall. Murphy clapped her hands, and several invisible mechanical arms emerged from the walls, preparing the implements. Teacher Selina's heart pounded. She glanced at Rowena, Xiao Li, and Amy. Those three had been positioned by Murphy beforehand, their eyes holding a hint of provocation. Teacher Selina bit her lip, the thought of revenge flashing through her mind – last time at school, those students had made her taste utter humiliation. This time, she would turn the tables. "The grouping is simple," Murphy continued, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Aella, Duchess Mina, and Teacher Selina in one group, against Rowena, Xiao Li, and Amy. The rule is nipple tug-of-war – using your bodies to pull to the center line. Prepare yourselves for the challenge." The mechanical arms began to move, first guiding the six individuals to the spacious area in the center of the hall. The floor was paved with smooth stone slabs, a thin white line drawn in the middle to serve as the dividing mark. Teacher Selina was positioned on the left, the three of them kneeling side-by-side, Aella on the left, Duchess Mina in the center, and Teacher Selina on the right. Murphy personally supervised. Each person was first fitted with the same black leather casing: from the neck down, it wrapped them layer by layer, securing their arms behind them and bending their legs into a crawling posture. The casing was tight but allowed for breathing, exposing only their breasts, private parts, and heads. The horse tack was fitted, and Teacher Selina felt her tongue gently clamped, a coolness spreading as saliva began to drip involuntarily. She tried to swallow but could only manage a low whimper. "Relax, Teacher Selina," Murphy whispered, her fingers brushing her cheek. "This is just the beginning." The nipple clamps were the most intricate part – silver clips biting down hard on the nipples, their edges inlaid with micro-mechanisms that would activate vibration and current once tension was applied. Bells hung from them, tinkling softly with every sway. Aella's body trembled slightly, her lithe form even more curvaceous beneath the casing. Duchess Mina endured, her proud gaze hiding a secret anticipation. Teacher Selina lowered her head, watching her own breasts being clamped. The sharp sting quickly turned into a ticklish itch. She took a deep breath, reminding herself she had to win. Next came the internal implements. Teacher Selina felt her lower body being gently parted, and a smooth vibrator was slowly inserted, accompanied by cool lubricant. Following that were a butt plug and a urethral plug, each connected to thin wires that disappeared into the leather casing. Rowena's group received the same. Xiao Li's mischievous demeanor was masked by the horse tack, but a queenly sneer emanated from her eyes. Amy appeared flustered, a blush spreading across her innocent face, her sensitive body already trembling. Rowena knelt in the middle, her gaze fixed on Teacher Selina, with a hint of challenge. The connection of the nipple clamp chains was the most crucial step. Murphy produced a long silver chain, first linking the nipple clamp chains of Aella, Duchess Mina, and Teacher Selina together, forming a unified pulling strap. Then, this chain stretched across the center line, connecting to the three-person chain of Rowena, Xiao Li, and Amy on the opposite side. The entire apparatus was like a taut net; any movement by one side would affect all. Teacher Selina tried to shift her knees forward and immediately felt a tug on her nipples. A subtle vibration emanated from the clamp, accompanied by a gentle current, like countless tiny needles probing her nerves. She let out a muffled groan, her bells tinkling. "The rules are simple," Murphy stepped back a few paces and announced. "Maintain the humanoid dog posture and crawl to pull. Whoever pulls the other side past the center line first wins. The leading side's vibration will weaken, while the lagging side's will intensify – this will make you try harder. Every thirty seconds, all the leading side's devices will deliver an electric shock for five seconds. You must grit your teeth and endure to maintain your advantage. Begin!" The whistle blew, and the competition commenced. Teacher Selina's side immediately exerted force. The three of them crawled forward in unison, their knees making a faint scraping sound on the stone. The chain tightened, and the pain of their nipples being pulled surged like a tide. The clamps activated their vibrations, and Teacher Selina's body trembled uncontrollably. Saliva dripped from her clamped tongue, splashing onto the floor. The flames of revenge raged in her mind: those students had exposed her at school last time, and now she would make them taste the same. "Ugh... hold on!" Teacher Selina chanted inwardly. Though the muzzle prevented her from speaking, her eyes were resolute. The three of them combined their strength: Aella's graceful body provided a stable pull, Duchess Mina's pride made her unwilling to yield, and Teacher Selina, familiar with restraint, guided the rhythm. On the opposite side, Rowena's group hesitated slightly. Xiao Li attempted to pull back, but Amy's sensitivity made her tremble uncontrollably at the initial tug, her bells jangling chaotically. Soon, Teacher Selina's side took a half-meter lead. The vibration of the devices behind the center line weakened, the continuous hum turning into a gentle pulse, allowing their movements to become smoother. Teacher Selina felt the internal devices gently massaging her, bringing a strange comfort. They continued to advance, the chain pulling tighter. The nipple vibration intensified, the current like fine threads weaving through her skin. Teacher Selina's cheeks flushed. Recalling the training at school made her feel even more humiliated – the students' laughter still seemed to echo in her ears. This time, she would reverse it. "Go, Teacher Selina!" Murphy whispered from the side. Despite it being a competition, her voice sounded encouraging. "See, your advantage is growing." Thirty seconds passed, and the first wave of electric shocks arrived as promised. For Teacher Selina's leading side, all devices simultaneously delivered current – the vibrator, butt plug, and urethral plug all vibrated intensely, the electric shock piercing directly into their nerves. Teacher Selina's body stiffened violently, her knees almost slipping. She gritted her teeth, her tongue twitching in the muzzle, more saliva gushing out. The pain burned like fire, yet it was mixed with a peculiar pleasure. She forced herself to maintain her position, her bells tinkling in the tremor. Aella grunted and moved forward, Duchess Mina's forehead beaded with sweat; proud as she was, she refused to fall behind. The three of them held their ground. The electric shock ended, and they had gained a meter's distance. The lagging side opposite experienced intensified vibrations. Xiao Li's cunning face contorted, Amy was already panting, and a look of unwillingness flashed in Rowena's eyes. Confidence surged within Teacher Selina: they could win, and revenge was within reach. They continued to crawl, the sound of friction on the stone slabs mingling with the chiming of bells, the air filled with low whimpers. In the second round of pulling, Teacher Selina's side showed even greater coordination. Aella's curves swayed as she crawled, her pull steady. Duchess Mina's breathing was rapid but elegant. Teacher Selina, recalling the details of her last training session, felt even more sensitive now, yet also more determined. They pulled the opposite side closer to the center line, just a few centimeters away. The comfort of the reduced vibration made their movements as smooth as silk. Teacher Selina even felt a strange sense of control – no longer a passive slave, but a dominator. Another thirty seconds passed, and the second wave of electric shocks struck. This time, it was more intense, the current sweeping through them like a storm. Teacher Selina's entire body convulsed, the sting from the urethral plug almost making her lose control. Saliva splattered on the ground. The scene of the school playground flashed in her mind – those students surrounding her. Now it was their turn! She endured fiercely, pushing forward with her knees. Aella and Duchess Mina also held on, their three bells chiming in unison, like a declaration of victory. Their lead expanded to a meter and a half. Rowena's group opposite was showing signs of exhaustion. Xiao Li attempted a counter-attack, but the intensified vibration distracted her. Amy's innocent face was flushed, and Rowena's pulling force began to wane. Teacher Selina glanced at their disheveled state opposite, a secret delight welling up: the opportunity for revenge was close at hand. She wanted them to remember this shame of being pulled. In the third round, they were almost touching the winning line. The chain was stretched to its limit, the nipple pain turning into a burning sensation, vibration and current weaving a net. Teacher Selina's body grew hot within the casing. The coolness of her exposed private parts contrasted with the internal pulsing. She whimpered softly, filled with confidence, thinking: This time, I've definitely won. Thirty seconds later, the third wave of electric shocks descended like thunder. Teacher Selina gritted her teeth, her body trembling violently, but she maintained the lead. Aella and Duchess Mina also held on, but at the peak of the current, Duchess Mina's eyes suddenly glazed over. The proud Duchess had never been so out of control. The devices in her lower body vibrated wildly with the electric shock, the stimulation from the urethral plug causing her to collapse instantly. A stream of warmth uncontrollably flowed out, and she lost control of her bladder. Liquid dripped onto the stone slab from her exposed private parts, her bells' tinkling becoming intermittent amidst her trembling. In Duchess Mina's moment of dazed shame, Rowena, Xiao Li, and Amy on the opposite side seized the opportunity, exerting their full strength and pulling the chain past the center line. Teacher Selina's side was defeated. She had confidently believed she could win and get her revenge, but she had miscalculated. The thought of being trained by the students again made Selina's shame explode, and she struggled frantically, whimpering. However, bound as she was, her fate was already sealed; she couldn't escape...

The morning light filtered through heavy velvet curtains, spilling into Countess Lillian's private residence. Ella slowly opened her eyes, her body still bearing the fatigue of being transported here last night. Her hands were gently bound to the bedposts with soft yet resilient silk ribbons, an elegant pose that rendered her utterly immobile. This was her day – time exclusively belonging to Countess Lillian. Countess Lillian entered, clad in a deep crimson robe cinched with a jeweled belt, her steps steady and commanding. Her gaze, sharp as a falcon's, swept over Ella's body with a look of appraising satisfaction. "Awake? My little pet, today you belong entirely to me." Lillian's voice was low and magnetic. She approached the bedside, lifting Ella's chin with her long fingers. Ella's heart pounded. She knew resistance was futile. As Murphy's collection slave, she was accustomed to this fate. But Lillian's presence always brought a different kind of pressure – not crude conquest, but meticulously crafted control. "Madame… please be gentle," Ella pleaded softly, her voice trembling. Lillian smiled, a smile like a blooming rose, yet with hidden thorns. "Gentle? That is not my style. Rise, our ritual begins now." She untied the ribbons from Ella's wrists, then retrieved an exquisite collar from the nightstand. The silver chain glinted in the morning light. As the collar fastened around Ella's neck, a chill ran to her bones, yet it strangely ignited a tremor within her. Breakfast was served in the residence's dining room, but Ella had no seat. She knelt at Lillian's feet, a silver platter in her hands, laden with fresh fruit and pastries. Lillian elegantly picked up a strawberry with her fork and offered it to Ella's lips. "Open, and eat. This is the first favor I bestow upon you," Lillian commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Ella obediently opened her mouth, the sweetness of the strawberry bursting on her tongue. She raised her eyes, gazing at Lillian's exquisite face. The Countess watched her intently, as if admiring a work of art. "Madame, why did you choose me?" Ella couldn't help but ask, chewing the food. Lillian set down her fork, wiping a trace of juice from Ella's lips with her fingertip. "Because you are as beautiful as a delicate flower, needing my hand to prune your branches. I saw your graceful form at the auction and was captivated. Today, I will make you understand what complete obedience means." She paused, then picked up a pastry, placing it directly into Ella's mouth. The action was not rough, but carried an irresistible force. After the meal, Lillian, holding the chain of the collar, led Ella to the residence's basement. This was no grim dungeon, but a sumptuously decorated chamber. The walls were adorned with various exquisite restraints, each emitting a faint alchemical glow – the masterpieces of Murphy's workshop. Lillian had Ella stand in the center of the room and ordered her to remove her sheer silk robe. Ella's body was exposed to the air, her form curvaceous and her skin as smooth as milk. Lillian circled her, her palms lightly caressing her shoulders, her waist, until they rested on her hips. "Flawless. But beauty needs a frame to enhance it." The Countess took a pair of silver arm cuffs from the wall and slowly drew Ella's arms behind her, tightening them. The cuffs were cleverly designed, forcing her chest forward slightly without causing pain. "How does it feel? This restraint will remind you with every breath whose you are," Lillian whispered close to Ella's ear. Her breath was warm, carrying a faint scent of rose perfume. Ella's body trembled slightly. The tightness of the arm cuffs prevented her from moving her arms freely, forcing her to rely on Lillian's support. "It… makes me feel vulnerable, yet safe," she answered honestly, her voice laced with faint gasps. Lillian nodded with satisfaction. She then took a pair of crystal-encrusted anklets and fastened them onto Ella's ankles. The chains were short, allowing only tiny steps with each movement. "Now, come with me. We shall take a stroll in the garden." The Countess pulled the chain and led Ella out of the basement, through the corridors, and into the residence's rear garden. In the garden, roses bloomed, and bees and butterflies fluttered. Lillian sat on a rattan chair in the gazebo, having Ella kneel before her. Sunlight fell on Ella's skin, and she felt a strange sense of exposure, yet her gaze was firmly locked by Lillian's. "Tell me about your past. How did you become a slave like this?" Lillian asked, stroking Ella's hair. Ella lowered her head, her voice soft. "A drunken mistake… I signed that contract. From then on, I belonged to Murphy." She didn't elaborate on the details, but Lillian's eyes made her feel as though everything was seen through. "A mistake? Perhaps it was destiny's guidance." Lillian's fingers traced Ella's spine, eliciting a shiver. "Today, you need only focus on me. Come, massage my feet." She extended her long legs, her shoes already removed. Ella obediently used her bound hands – though inconvenient – to gently knead the soles of Lillian's feet. Her movements were careful, her pressure moderate. Lillian closed her eyes, sighing with contentment. "Very good, your touch is so delicate. Continue, do not stop." It was lunchtime, and Lillian did not release Ella from her restraints. Instead, she kept her kneeling, feeding her with a spoon held in her mouth. The household servants had been dismissed, leaving only the two of them in the space. Lillian herself had prepared exquisite dishes: slices of roast duck with herb sauce, which Ella had to carefully take with her lips and teeth, avoiding spills. "This is an art, pet. Every swallow is a tribute to me," Lillian said, a smile playing on her lips as she watched Ella's efforts. A blush spread across Ella's face. This method made her feel shy, yet she couldn't resist Lillian's gaze. "Madame, you always… control everything." she said softly after swallowing. "Control is my nature." Lillian wiped a smudge of sauce from Ella's lips with a napkin, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. The kiss was gentle, yet possessive. "This afternoon, we shall engage in some more intimate games." In the afternoon, Lillian brought Ella back to the chamber. This time, she took out a soft satin couch and had Ella lie back on it. The Countess used several thin silk ribbons to secure Ella's limbs to the four corners of the couch. Her posture was stretched out, yet completely unable to break free. Lillian retrieved a feather and a small bottle of warm oil from a nearby cabinet. "Relax, this is to help you feel every inch of your body's sensitivity." She first used the feather to gently sweep across Ella's neck and collarbone, then downwards, circling her waist. Ella's body involuntarily arched, and she let out a soft giggle. "Madame… it tickles…" she tried to squirm, but the ribbons held her fast. Lillian's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ticklish? Then endure it. This is to train your endurance." The feather continued its journey, brushing over Ella's abdomen and inner thighs, each touch like a gentle yet persistent electric current. Ella's breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling. Next, Lillian poured the oil, warming it in her hands before applying it to Ella's skin. She began massaging from her shoulders down her arms, then to her chest. Her technique was professional, each stroke rhythmic. "Your skin is so smooth, like silk. Feel my hands, they are awakening you," Lillian's voice was a soft, hypnotic murmur. Ella closed her eyes, letting the hands roam. The warmth of the oil seeped into her pores, and she felt an unprecedented mix of relaxation and tension. "I… I belong to you, Madame," she murmured, her voice filled with submission. Lillian stopped, leaning close. "Yes, you are mine. Every second today is mine." She loosened some of the ribbons, allowing Ella to sit up, then placed a delicate blindfold over her eyes. The world plunged into darkness, and Ella's senses immediately sharpened.

The academy afternoon was unusually quiet, with students occasionally passing through the corridors. Luo Wei and two others flanked Serina, pretending to be teachers on patrol. Xiao Li whispered into Serina's ear, "Teacher, stay calm. What if the bells ring too loudly and someone hears?" Serina's legs went weak. Each step pulled at the nipple clamps, the vibrator hummed at a low frequency inside her, and the pressure from the anal plug made her rear burn. They first went to Serina's office, the starting point of their last session. As soon as the door closed, Luo Wei immediately pressed the remote, and the vibrator's frequency intensified abruptly. Serina's body arched instantly, and she fell to her knees, her robe sliding open to reveal the nipple clamps and bells on her chest. She gasped and whimpered, her tongue clamped, more saliva dribbling out. Amy crouched down and gently tugged on the nipple chain. "Teacher, last time you were surrounded by us here. This time, it's our turn." The vibrator surged like a tide, Serina's waist twisting as she tried to clamp her legs together, but the restraints left her unable to move. Luo Wei took out the props left from last time – a thin whip – and lightly flicked Serina's inner thigh. It wasn't heavy, but it was enough to make her tremble. "Teacher, do you want to scream? But the gag will make you sound like you're begging for mercy." Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and a student's laughter drifted from the corridor. Serina's heart pounded like a drum. She desperately tried to stand, but Xiao Li pressed down on her shoulder. "Shh, Teacher, someone's coming." The footsteps grew closer. Serina's vibrator was still running at high speed, and Amy gently jiggled the nipple clamps, the bells tinkling. She felt an orgasm approaching, her body starting to leak fluids, the hem of her robe becoming damp. The footsteps stopped at the door, and someone knocked. "Teacher Serina? Are you in there?" Serina's eyes widened, her whimpers caught in her throat. Luo Wei and the others exchanged glances. Luo Wei, in a low voice, mimicked Serina's voice, "I'm busy, come back later!" The person outside responded and their footsteps faded away. The crisis passed, and Serina slumped down, but the stimulation didn't stop. Xiao Li adjusted the anal plug's mode, and it began to pulse intermittently, alternating with the vibrator. The urethral plug also vibrated slightly, making her lower body feel like it was on fire. "Teacher, you almost cried out just now." Xiao Li's laughter was like tinkling bells, and Serina's shame surged like a tide – as a teacher, in her own office, being played with like this by her students, and almost being discovered. She tried to beg with her eyes, but Luo Wei simply pulled up the nipple chain, forcing her to crawl onto the desk. The office window was half-open, revealing the academy's garden outside, with students strolling in the distance. Luo Wei had Serina lie face down on the desk, her robe lifted to expose her back and buttocks. The tail of the anal plug swayed in the air, and the vibrator's hum was faintly audible. Amy gently pressed the nipple clamps with her fingers, the electric current-like sting causing Serina's body to convulse. "Teacher, your reactions are so cute. Last time we were here, we saw your secret for the first time. Now, we're going to help you 'review'." Xiao Li took a remote from her bag and intensified the urethral plug's vibration. The subtle stimulation was like needle pricks directly to her nerves. Serina's tears fell, mixing with her saliva, wetting the tabletop. They didn't rush to finish, but took turns playing with her. Luo Wei focused on her breasts, teasing the area around her nipples with a feather-like touch, then suddenly pulling the chain, making the bells ring wildly. Serina's whimpers turned into rapid gasps, her orgasms approaching again and again, only to be held back by Luo Wei, who reduced the frequency just in time, dangling her desire. "Teacher, don't rush. We have plenty of time." Xiao Li focused on her lower body, her fingers pressing around the base of the vibrator, forcing it to penetrate a little deeper. She rotated the anal plug, bringing waves of fullness. Amy was the gentlest, but also the most torturous. She whispered in Serina's ear, "Teacher, I didn't expect you to be so sensitive. When we trained you last time, I wanted to do this." Her fingers lightly caressed Serina's neck, tightening the chain of the collar, which connected to the waist belt, making Serina's posture even more submissive. Time ticked by, and Serina's body burned like fire, the stimulation never ceasing. The vibrator's frequency rose and fell, the nipple clamps made her chest red and swollen, the anal plug's pulsations made her rear clench, and the urethral plug's vibrations left her lower body drenched. The gag turned her pleas into weak whimpers, saliva streaming down her chin and dripping onto the desk. The bell rang again outside, this time signaling the start of class, and students flooded the corridor. Luo Wei and the others finally paused, but didn't remove any of the devices. They simply put on their robes and helped Serina up. "Teacher, let's go, let's go to the classroom." Serina's legs trembled, each step like walking on knives. The nipple chain swayed under her robe, and though the bells were quiet, they roared in her ears. The vibrator still hummed, forcing her to clamp her legs together to prevent any leakage. In front of the classroom door, students filed in. Luo Wei pushed Serina to the side of the podium, pretending she was patrolling. She stood there, the devices inside her humming, the nipple clamps rubbing against her robe, causing a constant itch. A student turned to look at her. "Teacher, why is your face so red? Are you not feeling well?" Serina's heart leaped into her throat. She whimpered, wanting to answer, but the gag only allowed her to nod. Luo Wei chuckled softly from behind her. "Teacher, just say you're fine." Serina forced out a muffled sound, "I... I'm fine." The student walked away suspiciously, but that glance had already filled her with extreme shame – she had almost been discovered, her secret almost exposed to the entire class. Luo Wei and the others pulled her to a corner in the back of the classroom, where there was a small storage room. They pushed Serina inside and closed the door. The space was cramped, and Serina was pressed against the wall, her robe completely slipping off. Amy immediately intensified the vibration of all the devices. The vibrator was like a storm, the anal plug and urethral plug pulsed in sync, and Xiao Li tightened the nipple clamp chain, the bells clanging wildly. Serina's body shook violently, and her orgasm finally came like a bursting dam. She cried and whimpered, fluids running down her legs and wetting the floor. Outside the door, students' chatter and the faint sound of lectures could be heard. Serina's mind went blank, leaving only an endless intertwining of shame and pleasure. "Teacher, see, you're still so easily aroused." Luo Wei's voice sounded in her ear. They didn't stop, continuing to adjust the frequencies, prolonging the aftershocks. Serina slumped in the corner, saliva dripping from her gag, every inch of her body marked with submission. The stimulation continued: the tugging of the nipple clamps, the friction of the vibrator, the fullness of the anal plug, the stinging of the urethral plug, the restraint of the gag – everything made her unable to escape this exclusive humiliation. The storage room door was suddenly pushed open a crack, and a student peeked in, looking for something. Serina's heart skipped a beat. She curled up in the corner, her robe barely covering her, but the lingering echo of the bells still reverberated. Luo Wei quickly blocked the view. "It's nothing, we're just tidying up." The student didn't think much of it and took what they needed before leaving. The moment the door closed, Serina's whimpers turned into sobs. She knew this training was far from over. In Luo Wei and the others' eyes, there were more "surprises" hidden. They took Serina out of the storage room and continued to wander around the campus. On a bench in the garden, Serina was forced to sit, her legs pressed together, but the vibrator's hum made her restless. Teachers walked by in the distance, and Serina lowered her head. The nipple chain tugged at her breasts, a mix of pain and pleasure. Xiao Li's hand secretly pressed the anal plug under her robe, while Amy jiggled the nipple bells. Luo Wei whispered, "Teacher, imagine what they would think if they knew you were like this right now." Serina's shame burned like fire, and her body once again approached its limit. The afternoon sun shone on the academy, and Serina's training continued in secret. Luo Wei and the others took turns controlling the remote, the stimulation never ceasing: one moment it was the nipple clamps' electric mode, numbing her nipples; the next, the vibrator's rotation, making her inner walls spasm; the anal plug's expansion function tightened her rear, and the urethral plug's micro-vibrations made her lower body sensitive as if electrocuted. The gag's tongue clamp made every gasp accompanied by saliva, wetting her collar. Moments of near discovery occurred one after another – as a student walked by, Serina's orgasm arrived. She bit down on the gag, her body trembling slightly. Luo Wei pretended to support her. "Teacher, are you alright?" The student glanced with concern and walked away. As the sun began to set, they finally brought Serina back to the workshop. Serina's body was soft as mud, the devices still humming, a reminder of her defeat and shame. Luo Wei and the others were satisfied and removed some of the restraints, but left the nipple clamps and gag. "Teacher, this is your 'souvenir'. Next time, we'll do it again." Serina collapsed on the floor, sobbing and whimpering, her mind filled with the day's fragments – the knock on the office door, the bell in the classroom, the footsteps in the garden. Each near exposure plunged her deeper into the vortex of shame.

Murphy nodded, rising to adjust her robe. The garment was one she had personally refined, its surface as smooth as silk, yet its interior concealed faint magical circuits capable of releasing subtle binding energies when needed. "That's right, a little visit to the school. I have a small surprise for her." She unfastened Ella's chain, but didn't fully release her restraints, merely allowing for more freedom of movement. "You stay here at the shop and mind the place. If any customers come, entertain them with your most obedient demeanor." Ella lowered her head in response, "Yes, Master." A hint of excitement laced her voice, her body trembling slightly, the rhythm of her vibrator seemingly mirroring her emotions. Murphy soon departed the shop, her steps light as she headed towards the Royal Academy. The academy's structures were imposing and solemn, their arches and ivy-clad walls exuding an aura of academic tranquility. She discreetly avoided the main thoroughfares, heading directly for the faculty changing rooms. This was a relatively private corner that Serina passed through daily after work. From her alchemical pouch, Murphy produced a few small devices: an invisible anesthetic mist bomb and a capture net disguised as a coat hook. She skillfully concealed the mist bomb near Serina's locker and secured the net behind the door, connecting it to a simple trigger mechanism. The moment Serina opened the locker, the mist would silently release, and the net would instantly spring open, ensnaring its target. With everything in place, Murphy smiled with satisfaction and vanished from the scene. She didn't linger, instead returning to her shop to await the unfolding spectacle. In the afternoon, Serina concluded her long day of teaching. In her class, students listened intently to the fundamentals of alchemy, though she herself occasionally drifted, recalling their last encounter. The thrill of being completely controlled left her feeling both ashamed and subtly expectant. As a senior faculty member, her appearance was always dignified: a well-fitting teacher's robe that accentuated her slender figure, her chestnut hair neatly pinned up, revealing a fair neck. Her eyes were bright and gentle, her lips often curved in a faint smile, but only she knew the deep-seated obsession with the art of restraint that lay within. "Finally off duty," Serina sighed softly, entering the changing room. The room was empty, save for the rows of lockers. She opened her own locker, retrieved her belongings, and prepared to change out of her somewhat stiff robe. The instant the locker door closed, a colorless mist billowed from the gap, directly towards her face. Serina's vision went black, her body felt weak and heavy as she collapsed, her consciousness rapidly fading. "What… what's happening?" When Serina's eyes fluttered open again, the world was plunged into darkness. She tried to blink, only to find that even her eyelids refused to move freely. Her vision was completely obscured by a thick blindfold, and her head was encased in a soft yet firm hood, leaving only her nostrils and mouth exposed. A smooth gag was stuffed into her mouth, forcing her lips apart and allowing only low whimpers to escape. Her limbs were stretched out, arms held high above her head and secured to some kind of metal frame, her legs spread in a kneeling position, her knees cushioned but unable to close. Her entire body felt a layer of tight latex, from her toes to her shoulders, completely encased, with openings only at her breasts and groin, where other devices seemed to await. "Mmmph… Where is this?!" Serina's heart pounded, fear surging like a tide. She thought she had been kidnapped; dark rumors about such events had circulated within the academy for a long time. She thrashed her body desperately, but the restraints on her wrists and ankles only tightened, offering no give. The latex felt cool and form-fitting, like a second skin, restricting her every breath. Her breasts were supported by two half-cup devices, her nipples hardening slightly, exposed to the air. A slender object was inserted into her groin, connecting to a hidden passage, giving her a strange sense of fullness. The more Serina struggled, the more intensely her body reacted. Initially, it was just a slight tremor, but as she pulled her arms with force, the object in her groin began to vibrate at a low frequency, as if responding to her movements. The hum, though faint, struck directly at her sensitive nerves, causing her hips to arch involuntarily. "Mmmph! Stop… don't…" she whimpered, her cheeks burning red. The vibration gradually intensified, shifting from a gentle massage to a rhythmic pulse, each twist feeling like self-inflicted torment. Her breathing grew rapid, the skin beneath the latex began to feel hot, and sweat accumulated in the confined space, creating a stifling pressure. She didn't know that Murphy had transferred her into a roadside vending machine. The machine looked ordinary, much like any other selling beverages, but its interior had been seamlessly modified. Serina's body was secured within a core chamber, positioned in a curled kneeling posture, surrounded by transparent glass walls with one-way mirrored surfaces. From the outside, it appeared to be a machine selling "fresh milk." Her breasts had been injected with Murphy's specially formulated lactogenic agent, a gentle concoction that caused her breasts to rapidly swell, her areolas to slightly enlarge, and her nipples to harden, ready to respond to any stimulation. The half-cup devices on her chest were actually the front parts of a breast pump, connected to the machine's pumping system. Once someone inserted coins to purchase, Serina's groin vibrator would surge to its maximum, and the breast pump would activate, forcibly extracting her milk. Minutes ticked by, and Serina's struggles gradually weakened. She tried to calm herself and analyze the situation. "It must be… some pervert… Mmmph, why me?" But fear and the unknown kept her from stopping. The vibration had spread from her groin to her entire body, a sensation like countless tiny waves, crashing against her will in succession. Her hips swayed back and forth involuntarily, an attempt to alleviate the pressure that only deepened the stimulation. The tightness of the latex made each gasp feel like an embrace, the weight of her breasts growing more pronounced as the lactogenic agent began to take effect, her breasts feeling a dull ache. People passed by on the road, some stopping curiously to look at the novel vending machine. Serina couldn't hear the outside sounds, but she could feel the air currents. Suddenly, the machine made a faint clicking sound – someone had inserted coins. A young woman, perhaps a passing student, selected the "fresh milk" option and pressed the button. Instantly, the vibration in her groin erupted like a storm. Serina's body jolted violently, the high-frequency pulses striking her core, causing her to arch her back, her whimpers behind the gag turning into sharp moans. "Ahhh! No… stop!" Her mind went blank. The vibration wasn't just a tremor; it was accompanied by a warm lubrication, causing her sensitive walls to contract layer by layer. The breast pump on her chest activated simultaneously, two soft suction cups covering her breasts, the vacuum pump within slowly pulling, her nipples being gently sucked, accompanied by waves of tingling sensation.