My Bitch Roommate

Fear overwhelmed her hatred for Lin Qing. Shumo turned the doorknob – the door was unlocked. She pushed it open, and the sight before her struck her like lightning. Lin Qing, the haughty, arrogant Lin Qing, was bound to the large bed in a humiliating pose, clad only in black lace lingerie. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the bedposts with pink ribbons, a black ball gag stuffed into her mouth, her cheeks wet with saliva and tears. Even more shocking, a pink vibrator was active between her legs, emitting that telltale hum. Lin Qing's eyes widened further upon seeing Shumo, and she struggled more violently, emitting desperate whimpers. Her face flushed crimson, whether from shame or... arousal? Shumo's mind went blank. She should turn and leave, pretend she saw nothing, but her legs moved uncontrollably towards the bed. As she approached, she noticed something else in Lin Qing's mouth – a wad of white fabric, something disturbingly familiar. "Is that my... stocking?" Shumo recognized the white stocking she had worn to work that day, which she'd taken off due to the heat and put in the laundry basket that morning. Shumo's gaze fell upon the nightstand – it was neatly arranged with various restraints: ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds, whips... all expensive, professional-grade BDSM gear. "This is... surprising," Shumo heard herself say, her voice unnervingly calm. She reached out and removed the ball gag from Lin Qing's mouth, who immediately gasped for air. "Get out! Who let you in!" Lin Qing snarled, but her bound position rendered the threat powerless. Shumo ignored her, instead curiously picking up the still-vibrating toy and turning it off. Lin Qing let out a frustrated moan. "So the high-and-mighty Miss Lin is a pervert who likes to be tied up in private?" Shumo tilted her head, suddenly realizing her heart was pounding not from fear, but from... excitement? Looking at Lin Qing's disheveled state, a strange sense of satisfaction washed over her. "Shut up! If you dare tell anyone, I'll—" "You'll what?" Shumo interrupted, her voice soft yet carrying an unprecedented assertiveness. "You're the one with the leverage now, not me." Lin Qing's face turned pale, her lips trembling. "Please... please don't tell anyone..." Shumo didn't answer immediately, instead carefully examining the restraints on Lin Qing. The knots looked professional, but a few were loose, likely from Lin Qing's struggles. A thought flickered in her mind – she had once, out of curiosity, researched rope bondage tutorials online, even practiced in secret... "I can keep your secret," Shumo said slowly, her fingers lightly tracing the ribbon on Lin Qing's wrist, "but there's a condition." "Wh-what condition?" Lin Qing asked warily. Shumo offered a sweet smile that sent a chill down Lin Qing's spine. "From tonight on, you will obey me completely. Not just as an employer, but... as your master." Lin Qing gasped. "You're insane!" "Am I?" Shumo untied the ribbon from Lin Qing's wrist and, to her astonishment, expertly re-tied it with a more complex and secure knot. "It seems you don't know, I'm quite knowledgeable in this area..." Lin Qing's eyes widened, watching Shumo's skilled movements, a strange light flickering within them. Shumo leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I can give you what you want, but only if... you become my bitch. Nod if you agree." After a long silence, Lin Qing gave a barely perceptible nod. Shumo smiled, this time genuinely. She untied all the restraints and then commanded, "Kneel, bitch." To her surprise, Lin Qing actually complied, scrambling off the bed with a tremble and kneeling before her, her eyes shining with anticipation. Shumo reached out and stroked Lin Qing's hair, whispering, "It seems we both have our hidden sides, Miss Lin." She picked up the saliva-soaked white stocking from the nightstand. "My little bitch likes my stocking, does she? You'll get rewards if you behave well from now on." Then, under Lin Qing's terrified yet expectant gaze, she stuffed it back into her mouth. "Tonight, let me teach you what true bondage is."

Lin Qing's vision went blank, her legs completely losing strength, and she slid to the ground along the wall. Just then, a clear, distinct sound of high heels, "click, click, click," broke the deathly silence of the parking lot, approaching from a distance towards where she had fallen! Lin Qing instantly jolted awake from her stupor, her heart leaping into her throat! Fear washed over her like ice water! Who was it?! She desperately tried to get up, but her bound legs and weak body rendered her immobile, leaving her to writhe on the ground like a beached fish. The footsteps stopped in front of her. A bright beam of a flashlight shone unceremoniously onto her curled-up form, blinding her. "Qingqing? Lin Qing?! Is that you?!" a familiar female voice exclaimed, filled with shock and disbelief. Lin Qing felt as if struck by lightning! That voice... it was Sister Wu Xuan! Wu Xuan was five years older than Lin Qing and was the neighbor’s daughter who had watched Lin Qing grow up. Their families were extremely close, and Wu Xuan had always doted on and protected the beautiful but somewhat spoiled Lin Qing like a younger sister. Coincidentally, Wu Xuan also worked at the university they attended, a promising young lecturer in the economics department. No matter how arrogant Lin Qing was at school, she always behaved a little more demurely in front of Wu Xuan. She looked at the disheveled figure on the ground in disbelief: although a mask covered most of her face and her trench coat was wrapped tightly, her familiar silhouette, the visible eyebrows and eyes, and especially those beautiful eyes, brimming with terrified tears even in her current state, made her recognize Lin Qing instantly! "Oh my god! Qingqing! What are you doing here? What happened?!" Wu Xuan immediately crouched down, anxiously trying to help Lin Qing up. As her hand touched Lin Qing's shoulder, she felt an unnatural stiffness beneath the trench coat and... a sense of restraint? Wu Xuan's heart sank. Using the flashlight, she carefully lifted a corner of Lin Qing's trench coat. The sight before her made her gasp. Her naked body was still tirelessly engaged with the [X], the curves of her body, encased in black stockings, appeared particularly disheveled from her struggles and the [X]. Especially the dark, clearly fluid-soaked patch at her crotch! And those glaring, 12-centimeter patent leather high heels. Her hand trembling, she removed Lin Qing's mask. Lin Qing quickly turned her head away, not wanting Wu Xuan to see her in such a debased state. "Qingqing! You..." Wu Xuan's voice trembled with shock and anger. She immediately thought of the worst-case scenario – kidnapping? Sexual assault? Some kind of terrifying perverted game? "Don't be afraid! Sister is here! I'll call the police right away! I..." "Mmph! Mmph mmph mmph—!!!" Hearing the word "police," Lin Qing's soul scattered! She shook her head desperately, her muffled protests issuing from her gagged mouth, her eyes filled with pleading, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't call the police! Absolutely not! It would ruin everything! It would ruin her, and even more so, it would ruin Shu Mo! The fear stemming from this realization even overshadowed the shame of being discovered. Wu Xuan was stunned by Lin Qing's intense reaction. She stopped reaching for her phone and looked at Lin Qing's eyes, which held not just fear, but also a mixture of intense shame and... a plea she couldn't understand. She forced herself to calm down and observe carefully. Lin Qing had no obvious external injuries. Moreover, Lin Qing's eyes didn't show hatred towards an assailant, but rather an extreme fear of being discovered? An absurd yet increasingly clear thought surfaced in Wu Xuan's mind. She took a deep breath and softened her voice as much as possible, "Qingqing, don't be afraid. Tell me, was it... voluntary?" She asked the question with difficulty, her gaze locked onto Lin Qing's eyes. Lin Qing's body trembled violently, and her tears flowed even more fiercely. She looked at Wu Xuan's concerned and complex gaze, and finally, very slowly and very heavily, nodded. This nod almost exhausted all her strength and dignity. Wu Xuan fell silent. After the immense shock, an indescribable complex emotion surged through her. She looked at the disheveled, despairing Lin Qing on the ground, then at the professional restraints and fetish attire on her body... It completely overturned her perception of the "sister" she had watched grow up. "Let's get up first. It's too cold and too dirty here." Wu Xuan's voice carried a hint of exhaustion and heaviness as she helped her up. Lin Qing had just climaxed and could barely walk, relying on Wu Xuan to half-carry and half-support her. The two moved in a bizarre posture, struggling towards Wu Xuan's car parked not far away. In the car, Wu Xuan tried to unlock Lin Qing's handcuffs and remove the gag, but she didn't have the key, and even the gag had a delicate lock. She had to give up, helped Lin Qing adjust her messy trench coat as much as possible to conceal the shame beneath. Lin Qing kept her head down the entire time, her body stiff, like a soulless doll.

Lin Qing looked up, a trace of milk still clinging to the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flickered, as if recalling the lingering sensations from yesterday's "tutoring session" – Wu Xuan's resistance, Shu Mo's breakdown, and the brutal revenge of the night. Thinking of this, her legs unconsciously clamped together, and the gusset of her pantyhose was already slightly damp. "But to prevent a certain disobedient little bitch from acting out," Shu Mo stood up, her white-stockinged calves gleaming like pearls in the morning light. She walked behind Wu Xuan, her fingers gently stroking the "teacher's" slightly disheveled long hair, "Teacher Wu will also be lectured while tied up today." Wu Xuan's body stiffened noticeably for a moment, but she quickly relaxed, nodding submissively. She knew the price of resistance too well; the heart-wrenching pain on the wooden horse last night was still fresh in her memory. "I've prepared a PPT," Wu Xuan's voice was a little hoarse, likely from screaming too much last night. "We don't need to use the blackboard." Shu Mo patted her cheek with satisfaction, "You're quite foresightful. Now, go get dressed and prepare your lesson." As class began, Lin Qing's situation today was much easier than yesterday. Her hands were merely tied behind her chair, and she wore only a pair of semi-transparent black pantyhose, with red marks from the wooden horse punishment still visible on her thighs. She kept her head slightly bowed, as docile as a tamed kitten. Wu Xuan stood before the whiteboard, her posture awkward. Her hands were bound straight behind her back, forcing her to hold her head high and chest out. Half the buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing her full, fair breasts, to which Shu Mo had thoughtfully attached two bell-adorned nipple clamps. Her slender legs were pressed together, and a red rope tightly bound her thighs and calves. Even more humiliating, a crotch rope passed between her legs, digging deeply into her groin, forcing her buttocks to protrude slightly and lifting her hip-hugging skirt a few inches, revealing the lace trim of her black stockings underneath. Her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses glinted with a complex light, a mixture of submission and perhaps a hint of defiance. "Teacher Wu, please begin," Shu Mo lightly tapped the desk with her remote control. Wu Xuan bit her lower lip. The pressure of the rope created a subtle friction with every step she took. She hopped towards the projection screen, each hop causing the crotch rope to dig fiercely into her [X], her breasts bouncing with her movements, making the bells jingle pleasantly. "Ma... Macroeconomic policy mainly includes fiscal policy and monetary policy..." Wu Xuan's voice trembled slightly, but her professionalism quickly took over. As she turned to explain, Shu Mo noticed a small wet patch on the back of her black stockings. Shu Mo quietly took the remote from the desk drawer and pressed a button. "Ah!" Wu Xuan's body jolted violently. She turned her head, her eyes behind her glasses pleadingly looking at Shu Mo. "Sorry, my hand slipped," Shu Mo blinked innocently, her white-stockinged toes wiggling with pleasure. "Continue, Teacher Wu." Lin Qing shifted restlessly in her seat, the ropes rustling softly against her skin. The lesson proceeded with difficulty. Every so often, Wu Xuan would speak, and Shu Mo would "accidentally" press the button, causing the vibrator inside her to activate. By the end, Wu Xuan's voice was fragmented, her black stockings completely soaked and clinging to her skin, outlining the alluring lines of her legs. "Very good, that's all for today," Shu Mo finally announced class dismissal as the clock struck eleven. She walked up to Wu Xuan, admiring her disheveled state – messy hair, sweat-soaked blouse, and those black-stockinged legs trembling slightly from the continuous stimulation. Shu Mo reached out and untied Wu Xuan's restraints and crotch rope. The latter immediately collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. Lin Qing was also unbound and the two of them lay on the study carpet like broken dolls, their sweat leaving dark marks on the rug. "Lunchtime," Shu Mo hummed a little tune as she left the study, leaving the two to slowly recover their strength. Lunch consisted of sandwiches and salad, prepared by Shu Mo herself. Wu Xuan and Lin Qing ate kneeling, the atmosphere a subtly calm one. Wu Xuan had changed out of her soaked clothes, and both of them were now naked except for their black stockings. Shu Mo sipped her iced lemon water, her gaze drifting between the two. Suddenly, she put down her cup with a crisp "ding." "I've thought of a new game," her eyes lit up like a child discovering a new toy. "Hide-and-seek with restraints."

A faint tearing sound of tape. The heavy, cold thigh cuffs, finally freed from their restraints, clattered onto the carpet in front of Wu Xuan. At the exact same moment, Shu Mo's leather paddle swung down viciously towards Wu Xuan's location! "Slap!" "Found you, Teacher Wu~" Shu Mo lifted her blindfold, a triumphant smile on her face. But when she saw the thigh cuffs Wu Xuan had hooked around her legs, that smile froze instantly. "No... impossible..." Shu Mo's voice wavered for the first time, "How did you find me?" Wu Xuan couldn't answer – the gag filled her mouth – but the light in her eyes said it all. She struggled to sit up, holding the thigh cuffs towards Shu Mo, silently demanding the other woman fulfill the game's rules. Shu Mo's lips thinned into a tight line. She glanced at the clock on the wall – less than ten minutes remained until the game ended. She still had a good chance. "Hmph, fine, I'll wear them," Shu Mo finally conceded, her tone laced with reluctance, "You won't win anyway." She took the cuffs and clumsily fastened them onto herself. The design of these thigh cuffs was truly insidious – the chains were astonishingly short, allowing her to take only tiny steps of about ten centimeters. Combined with the handcuffs on her wrists, her mobility was severely restricted. "Satisfied?" Shu Mo gritted out, re-donning her blindfold, "Game on." Wu Xuan was now just as tightly bound at the thighs as Shu Mo, able to move only in small steps. But the key was – Shu Mo couldn't see! Wu Xuan carefully circled behind Shu Mo, holding her breath, terrified of making even the slightest sound. But the bell betrayed her position, and Shu Mo struck accurately. "Yes!" Shu Mo couldn't help but cheer, as if victory was already hers. Just one more catch, and she would win. Wu Xuan's ankles were also bound. This time, she learned her lesson and hid in the corner, remaining silent. Shu Mo frantically swung her leather paddle, striking wildly. Although Lin Qing was already tied and unable to move, she still used the only sound she could make to disrupt Shu Mo – she shook her body violently, making the bells jingle chaotically, while emitting muffled whimpers from behind her gag. "Shut up!" Shu Mo angrily turned towards Lin Qing's direction. Time ticked by. The clock on the wall ticked relentlessly. Three minutes left... two minutes... Lin Qing continued to harass Shu Mo tirelessly. Shu Mo seemed to realize time was running out. She suddenly abandoned her search for Wu Xuan and turned towards Lin Qing. "It's all your fault! I told you to scream!" Shu Mo's voice held a rare loss of control. She raised her leather paddle and began to lash Lin Qing, who was already bound and immobile, again and again. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" Each sharp crack was accompanied by Lin Qing's pained cries and body spasms. Shu Mo's strikes were wild, pure expressions of rage. Lin Qing's skin quickly bloomed with red welts, and tears soaked the carpet. Wu Xuan cowered in the corner, trembling. In the midst of this chaos— "Ring ring ring!" The alarm sounded like a heavenly chorus. Game time was up! Shu Mo's actions stopped abruptly. She ripped off her blindfold and looked at the clock in disbelief – indeed, two full hours had passed. Her chest heaved, her cheeks flushed with anger and resentment. Wu Xuan and Lin Qing were so overcome with emotion they were on the verge of tears. They had won! Despite the heavy price they had paid, they had indeed won!

"Perfect!" Lin Qing clapped her hands and laughed, turning to look at Wu Xuan, who had already changed. "Right?" Wu Xuan's gaze swept over Shu Mo: "Indeed... it suits her very well." "Qing Qing, I love this side of you~" Lin Qing smiled like a cat who had stolen cream, her fingers tracing over Shu Mo's exposed breasts. "White stockings suit you the best, pure and seductive, making one want to bully you." Next, Lin Qing took out three leather restraint suits from the back of the closet—diamond-shaped cutouts, with black leather straps crisscrossing over the crucial areas, serving as both restraint and avant-garde fetish wear. The three helped each other put on the restraint suits. The 'click' of the buckles tightening echoed in the bedroom. Wu Xuan and Lin Qing finished first, their wrists and ankles adorned with leather cuffs, but without connecting chains. Shu Mo's was much more complex. By the time Lin Qing fastened the last strap, Shu Mo was like a meticulously wrapped gift—short chains connected the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, severely limiting her range of motion; a pair of silver nipple clamps were attached to her chest, a thin chain linking them to the short chain of the handcuffs, causing any significant movement to tug at the clamps; and most crucially, [X], a vibrator was already inserted internally, with the remote control held firmly in Lin Qing's hand. "The living room needs cleaning today~" Lin Qing dangled the remote, her smile as innocent as a child's. "It'll be troublesome for little Shu Mo." Shu Mo opened her mouth as if to protest, but Lin Qing had already pressed a button on the remote. The vibrator suddenly activated, making her legs go weak, nearly causing her to collapse. "Be careful," Wu Xuan 'kindly' reminded from the side, "if you don't clean it properly, there will be an extra penalty." In the living room, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, providing a perfect stage for this special 'housework show.' Shu Mo moved with difficulty, restricted by the short chains. Every step required careful maneuvering to avoid pulling on the nipple clamps, and the ankle chains only allowed a ten-centimeter stride. Picking up the broom was already a challenge. Shu Mo had to bend over, a movement that shifted the vibrator's angle inside her, bringing a strange stimulation. She bit her lower lip, forcing herself not to make a sound, her white-stocking-clad fingers fumbling to grip the broom handle. "Turn up the TV volume," Lin Qing said, lounging on the sofa with her head on Wu Xuan's lap. "I can't even hear the dialogue." Wu Xuan complied, increasing the volume. The laughter and applause from a variety show filled the living room, creating an absurd contrast with Shu Mo's arduous sweeping. The broom traced short arcs on the floor, and Shu Mo had to constantly adjust her stance to cover a larger area. Each shift in balance made the chains of the nipple clamps sway, rubbing against her sensitive tips. Sweat gradually soaked through the back of her white stockings. "You missed a spot here~" Lin Qing suddenly pointed to a piece of paper near Shu Mo's feet, while her thumb gently adjusted the vibrator's setting. "Ah!" Shu Mo cried out, nearly dropping the broom. The vibration intensity suddenly increased, making her legs tremble, forcing her to lean against the wall for support. Wu Xuan chuckled softly, her fingers idly stroking Lin Qing's hair. "Don't bully her too much." "I'm just urging her to work diligently~" Lin Qing winked, then returned the vibration to its original setting. Shu Mo took a deep breath and continued her 'punishment.' She had now learned to move more cautiously—knees slightly bent, taking small steps, minimizing stimulation from the internal device. But Lin Qing clearly wouldn't let her off that easily. Just as Shu Mo seemed to find a rhythm, Lin Qing would suddenly change the vibration pattern—sometimes a continuous high frequency, sometimes intermittent pulses, and most torturous of all, random switching, keeping Shu Mo in a constant state of tension. The mopping segment was practically torture. Lin Qing wouldn't let Shu Mo use a mop, only a towel. Shu Mo had to kneel, a position that pushed the vibrator deeper inside. Her white-stockinged knees rubbed against the floor, her breathing grew more rapid, her chest heaved violently, and the chains of the nipple clamps made faint clinking sounds with her movements. "Mmm..." A particularly strong vibration finally made Shu Mo let out a soft whimper, her forehead pressed against the floor, her white-stockinged back arching in a beautiful curve. Lin Qing and Wu Xuan simultaneously stopped their idle chatter, admiring the scene. Sunlight outlined Shu Mo's form, the leather straps of the restraint suit digging into her skin, every detail captivating. "So beautiful..." Lin Qing murmured, unconsciously sitting up straighter. The light reflected off Wu Xuan's glasses, obscuring her eyes, but her fingers had unconsciously tightened their grip on the sofa cushion. "Give me the remote."

Shu Mo stood up with satisfaction, clapping her hands. "Alright, to help our new members integrate into this warm family faster, today, we'll have a long-overdue – basic bitch training!" She turned and walked into the underground training room. After a while, she reappeared, dragging a heavy-looking black trunk. With a clang, she placed it in the center of the living room carpet. She opened the trunk, and the dazzling array of items inside was instantly exposed to the three of them: ropes of various thicknesses, leather restraints, strangely shaped metal implements, and gags and collars of all sizes... Xia Ni's face turned crimson at a single glance, and she quickly lowered her head. Shu Mo plopped back onto the sofa, saying lazily, "Alright, you three, help each other get these 'gear' on properly. I'm going to rest for a bit." She gestured towards the contents of the trunk. "This... how do I put this on?" Xia Ni picked up a black muzzle with a nose hook, looking at the complex leather buckles, completely at a loss. "Ooh, Little Ni Ni is quite discerning, picking such a stimulating one right off the bat," Wu Xuan chuckled as she took the muzzle. "Here, big sister will teach you." She had Xia Ni open her mouth, inserted the silicone ball, then skillfully wrapped the straps around the back of Xia Ni's head and tightened the buckle. Next, she pinched the small metal nose hook. "Time to become a little piggie~" she said, giving a gentle tug and hooking the nose hook firmly into Xia Ni's delicate nostril. "Mmph!" Xia Ni immediately felt her nose being pulled upwards, her breathing becoming strange, and saliva accelerating, dribbling uncontrollably down the sides of the muzzle. Lin Qing pulled her over to the full-length mirror in the living room. "Quick, look, tsk tsk, so slutty, so shameful." In the mirror, a completely naked girl was reflected, a muzzle in her mouth, her small nose pulled high by the nose hook, like a pathetic little pig, with saliva dripping down her chin. What made her even more mortified was seeing that the hidden jungle between her legs had already become slightly damp. "Don't zone out, you can admire yourself later after you're all geared up," Wu Xuan's voice pulled her back to reality. "Raise your hands, place them on your shoulders." Xia Ni mechanically complied. Wu Xuan took out two black leather sleeves, resembling elbow pads, and slid Xia Ni's closed forearms into them, then fastened them tightly with buckles. "Lie down," Wu Xuan commanded. Xia Ni obediently lay down on the carpet. Wu Xuan then took out two longer, thicker leather straps, slid Xia Ni's joined thighs and calves into them, and also locked them securely with buckles. Now, Xia Ni's legs were also bound into a humiliating kneeling posture. Dressed in this manner, Xia Ni was helped by Wu Xuan and Lin Qing to be flipped over, into a quadrupedal

Shu Mo's slender fingers toyed with three metal chains, a gentle tug producing a crisp clink that was jarringly loud in the quiet living room. She looked down at the three figures kneeling at her feet in the standard bitch posture – Xia Ni's raw trembling, Lin Qing's practiced submission, Wu Xuan's suppressed panting. "Lesson one," Shu Mo's voice was not loud, but carried an undeniable authority. The tip of her white-stockinged foot tapped the polished floor. "Crawling. Follow me." She released the chains and turned, walking unhurriedly towards the center of the spacious living room. Immediately, the rustle of limbs against carpet and stifled breaths came from behind her. Xia Ni, experiencing k9 for the first time, was clumsy and struggled, her knees and elbows awkwardly supporting her body. The nose ring swayed gently with her crawl, tugging at her nose, saliva dripping uncontrollably. Lin Qing, on the other hand, moved with ease, her black-stockinged knees alternating as she advanced, her hips swaying with the seductive rhythm of the tamed. Wu Xuan followed closely, her gaze lowered, focused on maintaining her balance and stability. Shu Mo stopped in the center of the living room on the wool rug and turned. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, and also the three sweaty bodies encased in various restraints. "Stop." The three immediately ceased their movements, maintaining their kneeling posture, only their chests heaving with rapid breaths. Shu Mo walked behind Xia Ni and crouched down. Her fingers suddenly traced the edge where the leather harness met her skin on Xia Ni's back, the cold touch making Xia Ni flinch violently. "Your posture is wrong," Shu Mo's voice was close, her breath fanning Xia Ni's ear. "Sag your waist, lift your ass. Do I need to teach you how a bitch should present her ass?" Her palm pressed lightly on Xia Ni's lower back, applying downward pressure. "Mmm..." Xia Ni whimpered in humiliation, forced to lift her hips higher. The presence of the metal butt plug buried deep within her became intensely clear. This position pressed almost all her weight onto her bound knees and elbows, the edges of the leather digging deeply into her flesh. Shu Mo stood up with satisfaction and turned her gaze to Lin Qing. She extended her foot, using the tip of her white-stockinged toe to lift Lin Qing's chin, forcing her to look up. "Qing Qing is quite skilled," her toe pressed slightly, grazing Lin Qing's jawline. "Looks like your previous lessons weren't in vain." Lin Qing immediately nudged Shu Mo's instep in a fawning gesture, a muffled whimper escaping her throat. Shu Mo chuckled lightly, withdrew her foot, and walked to the low cabinet by the wall. She took out several items – some red ropes, a small bottle of clear lubricant, and a few small metal bells with clips. She first approached Wu Xuan. Wu Xuan immediately tensed her body. "Teacher Wu, relax." Shu Mo's voice was laced with amusement. She poured lubricant into her palm, rubbed it warm, and then her fingers deftly slipped between Wu Xuan's legs, finding the already erect and sensitive bud. The cool liquid and the sudden touch made Wu Xuan gasp, her toes curling sharply. Shu Mo applied the lubricant meticulously, her movements slow and deliberate, with a disquieting focus. Then, she picked up a small, toothed metal clamp and attached it to the ravaged bud. "Ah!" The sharp sting made Wu Xuan's body jolt violently. Shu Mo repeated the process on the other side. Then, she gently tied the fine chains at the end of each clamp to the leather harness at Wu Xuan's inner thighs. This way, any slight movement of Wu Xuan's legs would tug on the chains, causing continuous pulling and stimulation. Wu Xuan's breathing instantly became heavier, her cheeks flushing an unnatural red, as she struggled to suppress the sounds from her throat. Next was Lin Qing. Shu Mo continued to work on her upper body with the red ropes, the cords weaving between her armpits and sides, further tightening and lifting, creating a more full and alluring curve. The knots were precisely placed to press against [X], creating a feeling of fullness and restriction. Lin Qing cooperated by adjusting her breathing, her eyes flashing with masochistic excitement. Finally, it was Xia Ni's turn. Shu Mo looked at her body trembling violently from fear and anticipation, and took out the last two red ropes. She tightly wrapped the ropes around Xia Ni's bound and closed legs, from her ankles to mid-thigh, several times. Each loop dug deeply into the soft flesh of her legs, completely stripping her of the last possibility of spreading them apart. The knot was tied securely directly above her inner thighs, in the most shameful position. "Alright," Shu Mo stepped back a few paces, admiring her handiwork. The three bodies in the sunlight were adorned with ropes, leather, and metal, presenting a look of complete control and erotic beauty. The slightest struggle would result in the faint jingle of bells or the tug of the clamps. "Now," Shu Mo sat back on the sofa, legs crossed, her white-stockinged calf swaying gently. "Bitches, look at each other." The three struggled to turn their necks, their gazes meeting in the air. Seeing each other in their most unbearable and shameful states, an intense sense of humiliation nearly drowned them. Xia Ni was so ashamed she wanted to close her eyes. "No closing your eyes!" Shu Mo's voice suddenly turned cold. "Look properly! Remember how you look now!" She picked up a remote control and pressed a button.

"Now," Shumo smiled, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye with her fingertip, her tone undeniably interrogative, "have you learned your lesson?" Lin Qing, as if afraid that a moment's delay would bring even more terrifying punishment, nodded eagerly and forcefully, her eyes conveying a promise of "I'll never dare again." Shumo patted her head with satisfaction, as if comforting a puppy that had admitted its mistake. But then, her tone shifted, becoming playful, "Hmm, your attitude of admitting fault is good. But—" she deliberately drew out her words, savoring Lin Qing's sudden renewed tension, "your punishment is not over yet." She adopted a thoughtful pose, stroking an imaginary beard, "What should I punish you with? Let me think... Oh~ Right!" She seemed to have a brilliant idea, "Next week, our group is doing a flipped classroom presentation, aren't we? That most troublesome PPT creation task, I'll put you in charge of it entirely, my 'good groupmate'." Being able to make a PPT meant she could sit down, and the agonizing squat could end! At this moment, Lin Qing couldn't care less about the heavy workload; she felt it was a heavenly gift. She quickly nodded forcefully again, gazing at Shumo with pleading eyes, silently begging for release. Seeing her like that, Shumo found it amusing and finally took out her keys, unlocking the handcuffs that bound her to the wardrobe handle with a "click." As soon as the restraint was removed, Lin Qing's legs went weak, and she almost immediately collapsed onto the floor. She hugged her knees, rubbing her reddened wrists, her small mouth pouting high, and her eyes filled with resentment as she glared at Shumo, silently accusing her of "atrocities." Shumo raised an eyebrow, flicked the leather paddle in her hand, and made a motion as if to strike. Lin Qing yelped, scrambled up from the floor, and quickly darted to her desk, pressing the power button to turn on the computer in one smooth motion. Seeing that she had finally settled down obediently, Shumo crossed her arms and observed her for a few seconds, feeling that it was still too easy for her. Making a PPT was such a simple task; how could it be considered a punishment? "Wait a moment," Shumo said, her voice laced with a devilish chuckle, "Master is going to add some 'spice' to help you concentrate." She picked up the rope she had used earlier, walked behind Lin Qing, and without a word, brought her two upper arms together, binding them tightly to her sides. This way, Lin Qing's arms could only be pressed against her torso, unable to move freely. Then, she picked up the handcuffs again, and with two "clicks," cuffed Lin Qing's wrists in front of her. Seeing Shumo turn to get the harness and bit, Lin Qing finally couldn't help but protest in a small voice, "M-Master... wearing that... drool will fall on the keyboard..." Shumo completely ignored her plea, pinched her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and shoved the bit in, then swiftly fastened the strap behind her head. That wasn't all; Shumo picked up the small metal nose hook and gently pulled, hooking it into Lin Qing's small, upturned nose. "Mmmph..." Lin Qing let out a muffled whimper. Shumo pressed on her hooked nose and looked at the "little sow" in front of her, whose arms were bound, hands cuffed, mouth gagged, nose hooked up, and who could only clumsily operate the keyboard and mouse with her cuffed wrists. She finally nodded with satisfaction. "Alright, pig," she patted Lin Qing's cheek and gave the final command, "Get to work. If you do a good job—" she leaned down and whispered in a seductive breath near Lin Qing's flushed ear, "—there will be a reward." The word "reward" seemed to possess magic, instantly dispelling all the resentment and grievance on Lin Qing's face. Her eyes suddenly lit up, filled with drive and anticipation, and even her hooked nose didn't seem so uncomfortable anymore. She immediately turned her head, focused intently on the computer screen, and her cuffed wrists began to tap the keyboard and move the mouse with difficulty but great effort, immersing herself in the grand task of PPT creation. Shumo leisurely sat back in her chair, watching the little sow she had personally "processed" working diligently, a pleased curve forming on her lips. Xia Ni, who had collapsed on the floor, gradually calmed her breathing. She secretly glanced at Lin Qing, who was struggling to "work," and then cautiously looked at Shumo. Receiving a faint nod of acknowledgment from Shumo, she immediately understood her "duty." She obediently crawled to Shumo's feet on all fours, lying down like the most docile pet, her back lowered, her hips raised high, using her back as a comfortable footrest for her master. Shumo naturally raised her leg, resting her white-stockinged feet on Xia Ni's warm back, stretched lazily, and then took out her phone to scroll through short videos.