After the android bound me

The moment consciousness returned, the first sensation Su Jianying registered was the painful, numb itch of the hemp rope digging into her flesh, like a fine current of electricity drilling into her bones along each rope mark. She was bound securely to a cold, metallic chair, her hands clasped behind her back. The beeswax-dipped, off-white hemp rope was wrapped three times around her wrists, the knots placed cunningly and tightly, just enough to render her powerless without abrading her skin. The rope snaked up her forearms, over her slender shoulders, crossing at her chest to leave two deep impressions. These marks lifted the soft flesh of her bust to a plump fullness beneath the smoky purple slip dress, even restricting the rise and fall of her breath into tiny, fragmented gasps. Her waist was similarly cinched twice, precisely at its narrowest point, anchoring her to the seat. Her legs were spread wide, her ankles and knees bound to the chair's armrests, leaving no room to bring them together. Each slight struggle caused the knots to rub against her sensitive skin, igniting an uncontrollable shiver. Her attire had been chosen with care. The smoky purple slip dress was made of a slightly shimmering, temperature-sensitive fabric that clung to her body like a second skin. The hem barely covered her hips, and the delicate, spiderweb-thin black satin straps hung loosely on her shoulders. The heart-shaped cutout at her chest was edged with lace interwoven with fine silver threads, which tickled and tingled against her skin with every breath. Her lower half was clad in matching thong underwear, adorned with a tiny silver bow at the back. On her legs, she wore milky white thigh-high stockings, their tops tied with black satin bows. The lace trim of the stockings rested precisely on the most sensitive inner part of her thighs. Her feet were encased in five-centimeter stiletto heels, with a silver chain circling each ankle. The ends of the chains dangled with fluorite pendants, swaying gently with her tremors, emitting barely audible clicks. Xu stood about two steps in front of her. The man was tall, dressed in a tightly buttoned black uniform, not a single button undone at the collar. His short hair fell over his forehead, obscuring a portion of his eyes, but revealing a jawline as sharp and defined as if carved from stone. His face was expressionless, his gaze as flat and still as a frozen lake, devoid of any ripple. Even his breathing was unnervingly steady. Since she had woken, he had spoken only once, his voice as level as a straight line without inflection, asking her, "What do you need." It wasn't a question, but a statement, as if awaiting a predetermined command. The tips of Su Jianying's ears instantly burned, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She had already decided what she wanted, even preparing the way the ropes were tied and the size of the gag. Yet, saying it in front of those placid eyes, a wave of shame washed over her, mingled with a hidden anticipation, making her voice tremble and grow softer. "Give me... put the gag in." The moment the words left her lips, she couldn't help but close her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering violently. Her heart hammered against her ribs, causing her chest, constricted by the ropes, to heave. The next second, cool fingertips touched her jaw. Xu's body temperature was always low, not like a normal person's. His fingertips carried a metallic chill as he gently lifted her chin, his movements precise and without any superfluous motion. Su Jianying instinctively opened her eyes, meeting his placid gaze. In his hand, he held a transparent silicone gag, its edges smoothly polished, with a black strap hanging down on either side. "Open your mouth," he said, his tone still flat, devoid of any emotion, as if executing a simple program. Su Jianying obediently opened her mouth. Her soft lips were parted, and the cool silicone gag was inserted, fitting perfectly between her teeth, filling her entire mouth, leaving her tongue no room to move freely. Xu's fingertips moved to the back of her head, tightening the nylon strap and fastening the buckle. The pressure was just right, preventing her from spitting out the gag or forming complete syllables, allowing only fragmented whimpers to escape her throat. A dull ache instantly spread from her jaw, and saliva uncontrollably welled up, trickling down the edges of the gag and out of the corners of her mouth. It traced a path across her burning chin, dripping onto the lace of the heart-shaped cutout on her chest, wetting the silver threads and turning the lace translucent, clinging tightly to her skin. Shame surged through her body like an electric current. Su Jianying's body convulsed, her toes curling. The tips of her stilettos scraped against the metal seat, making a faint sound. Her eyes instantly misted over. Yet, beneath the overwhelming shame, a more intense, hidden pleasure surged, compelling her to silently repeat the command she had long rehearsed in her mind— *Hang me up. From the hook on the ceiling. Spread my legs and secure them to the floor anchors.* She didn't even move her lips, didn't make a sound, merely ran through the sentence in her consciousness. But Xu's actions began the moment the thought formed. He moved behind her, his fingertips precisely gripping the main knot secured to the back of the chair. Without hesitation, he untied it. As the rope tightened, Su Jianying's body was pulled forward, her tiptoes lifting off the ground. Xu's palm steadily supported the knot behind her back. He raised his arm, hooking the main rope onto the metal hook dangling from the ceiling, and slowly tightened the rope, lifting her entire body off the seat. A sense of weightlessness instantly struck her. Su Jianying couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. All her weight pressed down on the ropes at her shoulders and chest, constricting her breath into shallow gasps. Her toes could just touch the cold floor, but she had no strength to push off, suspended in mid-air like a marionette, her body swaying gently with the movement of the rope. Xu then took two more off-white hemp ropes. He squatted down and bound her ankles separately, the knots again placed precisely and tightly. Then, holding the ropes, he pulled her legs apart to their widest extent, securely fastening them to the metal anchors on either side of the floor. Now, she was suspended in mid-air, her legs spread wide. Every part of her body was exposed to Xu's gaze, with no concealment, her slightest tremor laid bare. Saliva flowed more freely from the corners of her mouth, down her chin and neck, slipping into her neckline, wetting the clinging fabric of her dress. A small wet patch spread on the floor beneath her. Su Jianying's face burned as if on fire. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, mingling with her saliva as they trickled down. Yet, the pleasure in her heart swelled, almost overflowing. She knew that inside her thong, the wireless vibrator was pressed tightly against her most sensitive spot, and the remote control for it was in Xu's hand. She could barely think, but a thought still echoed in her mind: Deeper… harder… don't stop… please… Before the thought could even fully form in her consciousness, Xu's actions had already followed. His hand, resting on the knot at her waist, didn't hesitate. He tightened his grip by another fraction, and the rope, already deeply embedded in her flesh, bit in even further. A sharp yet controlled pain exploded along the nerves of her waist and abdomen, colliding violently with the pervasive tremors between her legs, like two thunderclaps roaring through her very bones. Su Jianying's body instantly arched into an extreme curve. Her arms, bound behind her back for so long, had gone numb, only her fingertips still twitched uncontrollably. The whimpers squeezed from her throat shattered in the air, failing to form complete sounds. Her toes were completely rigid within the slender heels, the delicate silver chain around her ankles jingling loudly as the pale fluorite pendant clanged frantically against the metal of the shoe. The milky white over-the-knee stockings were stretched taut, the lace at the cuffs already softened and damp, sinking deep into the reddened, yielding flesh of her inner thighs. With every involuntary spasm of her body, the edges of the lace repeatedly scraped against her most sensitive skin, intertwining with the full-blast vibrations of the vibrator, making her vision blur and her sight completely scatter. Her saliva was no longer dripping down her jawline, but had formed a continuous, transparent thread, overflowing from the corners of her mouth and trickling down her slender neck, seeping into the neckline of her smoky purple slip dress. The already semi-sheer, temperature-sensitive fabric became thoroughly soaked, clinging tightly to her heaving chest. The silver-threaded lace at the heart-shaped cutout was wrinkled from the moisture, softly brushing against her reddened nipples. With each gentle friction, her entire body shuddered violently. The hand on her lower back remained unmoving, firmly sealing off any possibility of escape, while the other hand slowly moved upwards along her spread inner thighs. Her cool fingertips, through the already soaked fabric of her thong, precisely pressed down on the vibrator that was still trembling wildly. With a slight pressure from his fingertips, he pushed the source of vibration deeper, towards more sensitive areas. This precise, terrifying pressure was the final straw that broke the camel's back. The extreme vibration instantly shattered all defenses, exploding like molten lava through her nervous system, sweeping through her limbs and bones. Su Jianying's body convulsed violently, her bound hands clenched into fists. The whimpers from her throat were broken into pieces, mixed with saliva and tears, and behind the transparent gag, they formed a muffled, near-collapse sob. Every breath carried a sharp, numb pain, yet it was wrapped in surging pleasure, making even breathing a luxury. The rope around her waist was held firmly by Xu, the smooth surface of the beeswax deeply embedded in her soft flesh, the red marks almost bleeding. Every rise and fall of her chest felt like being crushed by a blunt object, yet this pain paradoxically acted as a catalyst for pleasure, making the surging tide even more intense. Her body arched to its extreme, like a string about to snap. Her toes were completely rigid in the slender heels, the silver chain around her ankles jingling loudly. The fluorite pendant clanged frantically against the metal of the shoe, its delicate sounds becoming the most shameful background noise amidst the tremors and whimpers filling the room. The milky white over-the-knee stockings were now so wet they could be wrung out. The lace at the cuffs sank deep into the reddened, yielding flesh of her inner thighs, repeatedly scraping with her body's spasms, each friction sending shivers through her. The temperature-sensitive fabric of the smoky purple slip dress was also thoroughly soaked, clinging tightly to her skin. The silver-threaded lace at the heart-shaped cutout was wrinkled and limp, brushing against her erect nipples. And below her waist, her thong could no longer contain the surging wetness. A warm liquid flowed uncontrollably down her inner thighs, breaking free from the fabric's restraint and spreading a larger, sticky stain on the floor. The shame of losing control exploded in her mind like lightning. Su Jianying's face instantly burned, and tears streamed down even faster. Under the influence of tears and her loss of control, she could only vaguely see Xu's face, so close to hers. He still looked completely impassive, his eyes cast down, watching her, watching this drenched, convulsing, and even incontinent body. But his actions didn't stop. His cool fingertips still pressed on the vibrator, unmoving, even gently stroking it in rhythm with the vibrations. Each touch landed precisely on the most sensitive point. The hand on her lower back tightened slightly, pressing her body more firmly, leaving her no room to struggle, forcing her to accept this overwhelming shame and pleasure, letting the warm liquid flow down her thighs, onto her clothes and the floor, creating an unmanageable mess. Under the climax and loss of control, Su Jianying's consciousness shattered into dust, leaving only the most instinctive, tearful pleas swirling in her mind: Stop… don't stop… harder… please… Xu's fingertips paused, as if precisely catching this contradictory command. The vibrator's tremors didn't diminish in the slightest; instead, with the gentle stroking of his fingertips, the frequency became more concentrated, like a precisely targeted drill, fiercely boring into the most sensitive nerve core. Su Jianying's entire body convulsed more violently, veins bulging on her bound arms, her fingernails digging into her palms, drawing blood, yet she was oblivious. The whimpers from her throat turned into a complete breakdown sob, mixed with saliva and tears, forming a muffled, desperate plea behind the transparent gag. Every breath she took pulled the rope, causing sharp pain, yet she was constantly enveloped by an overwhelming, extreme pleasure, experiencing ultimate enjoyment. Xu's fingertips remained on the vibrator, his fingertips gently circling with the vibrations, pinning the source of vibration firmly in the deepest, most sensitive spot, without any deviation. Su Jianying's entire body was convulsing to the point of exhaustion. Each muscle tightening brought a tearing ache, only to be pulled back into extreme submersion by an even more surging pleasure in the next second. Her wrists, bound behind her back, had long gone numb. Blood from her fingertips mixed with sweat and seeped into the beeswax texture of the rope, causing a sharp stinging pain. Her consciousness felt like it was sinking in a boiling tide, floating and sinking. All she could hear was the continuous hum of the vibrator and her own ragged breaths, choked by the rope. After the extreme pleasure came an overwhelming softness, accompanied by a tidal wave of shame that threatened to engulf her entirely—she had orgasmed in front of him, completely exposed, even lost control, and her most disheveled, most unbearable state was seen clearly by those eyes as flat as ice. Yet, even though her body was weak and she was losing the strength to even open her eyes, faint, uncontrollable thoughts still emerged from the depths of her consciousness, a tearful grievance and a hidden desire: Stop… stop… Xu, hold me… Before the thought could even settle in her mind, a faint clicking sound was heard. The tremors that had been rampaging through her bones for so long suddenly ceased, leaving only a fine, itching afterglow that continued to tease her exhausted senses. Su Jianying's muscles instantly went slack, as if the last bit of strength had been drained from her. She hung limply from the ropes, only her fingertips and ankles still twitching uncontrollably. Soft, tearful whimpers escaped her throat, filtered by the gag into a sticky, airy sound that dissipated into the air. Xu's movements did not pause. He first crouched down, his well-defined fingertips grasping the knot securing her ankles. His fingers still carried a metallic coolness, his movements precise and without any excess. In just two breaths, he untied the rope from the buckle on the floor. Her legs, which had been stretched to their limit, instantly went limp. However, due to the restraint of the ropes, they still couldn't close, only hanging powerlessly. The damp lace at the cuffs rubbed together, causing her to tremble slightly again. Next, he stood up and raised his hand, gripping the main rope hanging from the ceiling hook. His fingertips steadily supported the knot, gradually easing the tension, and slowly lowered the person suspended in mid-air. The moment the sensation of weightlessness faded, Su Jianying's limp body plummeted downwards, only to crash into a cool embrace the next second. Xu's arms firmly encircled her waist, while the other hand supported her behind the knees, effortlessly lifting her horizontally. His body temperature was still low, and even through the tightly fitting black uniform, a crisp coolness emanated, perfectly soothing her burning skin. She instinctively shrank into his embrace, unable to help but let out a soft whimper. The warm yellow floor lamp was turned to its dimmest setting, casting only a hazy halo of light in the center of the room, while the rest of the space was steeped in a thick darkness that enveloped all the hidden desires and madness that dared not be revealed. Su Jianying knelt on the soft, short-pile carpet, her fingertips clenching a black leather collar, her knuckles turning white. The collar had been custom-made for her half a month in advance. The inside was lined with thick, skin-friendly velvet to avoid chafing the delicate skin of her neck. The front was inlaid with a bright silver D-ring, next to which was engraved a tiny inscription only she could see: "Xu." The matching leash was a silver chain of the same color, just long enough for her to crawl within a limited range, the buckle at the end of the chain glinting with a cold light. It had been a week since she last went out. The morning sun that day, the gentle companionship, the sweet latte, and Xu's ever-steady embrace had been like a soothing balm, gradually smoothing away the last vestiges of her resistance to "self." She finally dared to face and explore the fantasies hidden in the deepest recesses of her consciousness, fantasies she herself found unbearable—to be like a tamed pet, led by a collar and leash, surrendering all control within absolute restraint. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and etched the instructions clearly into her consciousness. "Xu, come here and put the collar on me." The next second, steady footsteps sounded in the darkness, stopping two steps in front of her. Xu was still in his black, form-fitting uniform, buttoned up to the collar, his fringe falling over his forehead, his eyes calm and unruffled. He crouched down, his warm fingertips gently touching her neck first, making Su Jianying tremble all over. She instinctively flinched, her earlobes instantly burning hot. Even though she had experienced countless moments of extreme surrender with him, when it came to truly touching this most forbidden boundary, shame surged like a tide, mixed with burning anticipation, making her breath shallow and fragmented. Xu's movements did not falter. His fingertips held both ends of the collar, gently wrapping it around her slender neck. The velvet lining pressed against her warm skin, and the metal ring on the front settled just below her Adam's apple. He adjusted the tightness, precisely positioning it so she could clearly feel the restraint without hindering her breathing. His fingertips held the buckle, and with a soft "click," the collar was securely locked. The coolness of the metal seeped through the thin leather, pressing against the artery in her neck, and she could clearly feel her own rapid heartbeat. Su Jianying's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest. She could imagine her current appearance—bare-chested, wearing only black lace thong panties, black thigh-high stockings on her legs, and a collar engraved with someone else's name around her neck, like a pet waiting to be tamed, humble and pathetic. "Tie my arms behind my back, bind my forearms and upper arms together, secure them completely, and don't let me move." As soon as the command in her mind settled, Xu's fingertips touched her arms. The off-white hemp rope, soaked in beeswax, was still smooth. He first tied her arms behind her back, her forearms pressed tightly against her upper arms, her elbows bent to the extreme. The rope was wound around her upper arms, elbows, and forearms, the knot tied cunningly and tightly, positioned just right so she couldn't exert any force but wouldn't strain her ligaments. In just a few breaths, her entire arms were securely bound in a folded position, leaving no room to even twitch her fingertips. All struggles would only cause the rope to rub against her skin, bringing a fine itch. "Fold my legs, tie my ankles to my inner thighs, secure them tightly, I don't want any room to stand." Xu's fingertips traced down her calf, grasping her slender ankle and bending her leg, her knee bent to the extreme, her ankle pressing tightly against the soft flesh of the back of her thigh. The hemp rope was wrapped around her thighs and calves three times each, then secured tightly together with the rope itself. The knot still precisely avoided areas that would chafe her skin, but it completely immobilized her. Now, she was folded and bound on the carpet, her legs securely fixed in a kneeling position, able to support herself only on her knees. Her arms were tied behind her back, making it difficult even to maintain balance, and the collar around her neck glinted coldly. Apart from crawling forward in the direction of the leash, she could do nothing. Su Jianying's cheeks burned as if they would ignite. Shame coursed through her body like an electric current, but the craving in her heart grew even more intense. She closed her eyes and continued to issue commands in her mind, with a maddening obsession. "Use the silk eye mask to blindfold me, don't let even a sliver of light in." The moment the thought settled, a cool softness covered her eyes. Xu's fingertips, with just the right amount of warmth, gently wrapped the black silk eye mask around her temples, adjusting the tightness so it wouldn't slip off or press uncomfortably, finally tying a neat knot at the back of her head. The world instantly plunged into complete darkness. The instant her vision was deprived, all her senses were infinitely amplified. The coolness of the metal collar on her neck, the tightness of the hemp rope on her arms and legs, the soft touch of the short-pile carpet beneath her knees, even the scent in the air, became incredibly clear, like fine needles gently pricking her nerves. Her heart pounded deafeningly in her chest, her breathing becoming rapid. She instinctively wanted to curl up, but her securely bound limbs gave her no room, leaving her only able to maintain the kneeling posture, like a blindfolded, sacrificial young beast. "Put the largest silicone gag in my mouth, secure it as tightly as possible, so I can't spit it out or say a single word." As soon as the command in her mind settled, cool fingertips gently grasped her jaw. Xu's calloused fingertips precisely lifted her chin, his voice flat and devoid of any inflection, as if executing a simple program: "Open your mouth." Su Jianying obediently parted her lips, and her soft mouth was instantly stretched open. A transparent silicone gag, a size larger than any previous model, was inserted, completely filling her mouth. Her tongue was pressed immobile, making even swallowing difficult. Xu's fingertips moved to the back of her head, tightening the strap with a "click," locking it into the innermost buckle. The force was just enough to prevent her from pushing the gag out even a millimeter, leaving her to the uncontrolled flow of saliva. A sour, swollen sensation instantly spread from her jaw, and soon, warm saliva began to overflow from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her burning chin. Saliva poured out continuously through the gaps in the gag, sliding down her jawline, forming transparent wet streaks on her chest, and dripping onto the short-pile carpet, creating small damp patches. Su Jianying's body tensed, the collar on her neck pressing tightly against her skin. The shame of drooling uncontrollably like an animal was almost overwhelming. She trembled in the darkness and issued the most insane command. "Attach the leash to the collar, insert the largest wireless vibrator into me, set the gear to a constant medium-high setting, and do not turn it off throughout." As the command fell, Xu's fingertips precisely clipped the buckle of the snake chain. The cold metal chain dangled, its end held in his palm. Immediately after, warm fingertips, holding a cool silicone vibrator, slowly pushed it in. An extreme sense of fullness exploded, coupled with the constant high-frequency vibration. Su Jianying's body arched sharply, her folded and bound limbs tensing rigidly. Broken whimpers escaped her throat, all muffled by the large gag. The saliva flowed even more fiercely, forming transparent threads that dripped down her chin and neck, wetting the skin of her chest and the short-pile carpet beneath her knees. The pathetic wet marks spread in the darkness, like a brand of shame. With her vision deprived, all her senses were infinitely amplified. The vibration of the toy surged through her nerves to the top of her head. The itch and pain of the rope digging into her flesh, the restraint of the collar against her neck, the slight downward pull of the leash, intertwined into a dense, inescapable net that trapped her. She could clearly feel the warmth of Xu's palm holding the end of the chain, could hear Xu's voice, but could not see his face. She could only passively endure everything, with no room for even the slightest resistance. "Pull me, crawl forward." Xu's wrist exerted a slight force, and the silver snake chain instantly tightened. The cold tugging on the collar around her neck forced her to move her knees forward. Her folded and bound legs were incapable of normal walking. She could only rely on her knees to scrape along the soft carpet. Every inch she moved, the rope at her inner thighs rubbed against her sensitive skin, intertwining with the vibration inside her, making her scalp tingle. The leash's pull was always steady, not choking her neck, but precisely controlling her direction, like leading a pet with no power of resistance, step by step, towards the center of the room. Su Jianying's cheeks burned as if they could ignite. In the darkness, all her shame was infinitely magnified. She was acutely aware of her current appearance—bare-chested, bound and folded by rope, wearing a collar engraved with his name around her neck, being led to crawl, her mouth gagged, saliva flowing, and a vibrating toy inserted inside her. Like a completely tamed animal, she had surrendered all dignity, all control, and was humbly submitting at his feet. "Mmm... mmm..." Su Jianying's cheeks burned a fiery red. She gazed at the small freeze-dried treat, then lifted her eyes to meet Xu's placid gaze. Biting her reddened lips, she slowly lowered her head. This was her first time eating "pet treats." While they were perfectly safe for human consumption, she had never imagined she'd find herself in this situation. She didn't use her hands; her bound arms were completely immobile. She could only tilt her head back slightly, using her soft lips to lick the freeze-dried treat from the carpet, clumsily taking it into her mouth and chewing slowly. She swallowed the freeze-dried treat awkwardly, fine fuzz clinging to her lips. The collar around her neck chafed her skin. The metal ring engraved with "Xu" had become her sole belonging. Warm saliva continued to drip down her jaw, spreading wet, disheveled patches on the carpet. Her body tensed, yet a more surging desire to completely surrender welled up within her. "Pinch my chin and lift it." The next second, warm fingertips with a light callus precisely cupped her reddened chin. The pressure was gentle yet irresistible, slowly lifting her head, forcing her to meet Xu's calm eyes. This stability allowed her to shed her last shred of hesitation, and she issued a more extreme command in her mind. "Increase the vibrator's setting to maximum, no interruptions. Hold the leash and lead me to crawl around the room three times. Not a single step can be stopped or slowed." Xu's fingertips moved, executing the command silently. The sudden surge of high-frequency vibrations swept through her entire body. Su Jianying's body jolted, every muscle tensing to its limit, and a broken gasp escaped her throat. The rope around her thighs rubbed against her sensitive skin with her trembling body, intertwining with the surging pleasure within, transforming into a dense current of electricity that shot straight to the crown of her head. The silver leash tightened again, the cold metal pulling at the collar around her neck, allowing her no hesitation. Her folded limbs had no room for resistance; she could only press her knees firmly against the short-pile carpet, inching forward. Each crawl of her knees pulled at her restraints. The rope on her upper arms left faint red marks on her skin. The soft flesh where her ankles and thighs met was numbed by the friction of the rope. The vibrator inside throbbed wildly, continuously sending waves of intense pleasure through her limbs and bones. Though she wasn't wearing a gag, she couldn't control her drooling from the pleasure. Transparent saliva formed threads, dripping onto her chest, wetting her skin, and also wetting the path ahead. She was like a completely tamed canine, a yoke around her neck, her limbs restrained, only able to move obediently in the direction of the leash. She had no dignity, no autonomy, only complete submission and passive endurance. The warm yellow light fell on her disheveled body, vividly outlining this extreme restraint and surrender. One circle, two circles. The intense pleasure continued to build, threatening to dissolve her consciousness. Her vision began to blur, her knees felt hot, her breathing grew so rapid she could barely breathe, and whimpers escaped her throat intermittently, but the pull on her neck forced her to continue forward. Just as she was about to collapse, her consciousness completely sinking, a command to stop suddenly rang out in her mind. "Stop! Stop immediately!" The tension on the leash vanished instantly. Xu's movement ceased abruptly, standing still, his palm still lightly gripping the end of the chain, waiting quietly. Su Jianying gasped for air, her body drenched in sweat and saliva. She lay on the ground, her shoulders heaving violently. The vibrations within her were still wild, yet they allowed her to find a sliver of clarity amidst the extreme pleasure. Even though she still considered her desires dirty, she no longer feared the madness within her heart. Because here, by Xu's side, all her secrets could be safely placed. After a moment, her disordered breathing gradually stabilized. She issued the final command in her mind, expressing her complete submission. "Lead me back to your feet. Then, crouch down and place your face on the ground. After that, use your fingertips to gently stroke the collar at the nape of my neck and tell me I belong to you." The chain swayed lightly, the cool pull gently guiding her. She dragged her sore and weak body, crawling step by step to Xu's feet. Obediently, she lowered herself, pressing her burning cheek tightly against the cool carpet. The collar at the nape of her neck was raised high, like the most devout mark. Xu slowly crouched down. His fingertips, with just the right warmth, gently landed on the collar at the nape of her neck. His fingers caressed the metal ring engraved with the character "Xu." His voice remained steady and placid, yet it carried a soul-piercing certainty as he spoke each word clearly into her ear. "You belong to me." These simple four words were like a reassurance, completely calming all her unease. Su Jianying closed her eyes, allowing the vibrations within her to carry the ultimate sense of security, completely surrendering to this chained submission, never wanting to wake up again. "Knot," she began, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, yet without a hint of evasion, meeting the man's deep, calm gaze directly. "Use the hemp rope. Give me a full bind. From head to toe, leaving no gaps. I want to be completely bound by the rope, unable to move an inch." No brainwave module, no ambiguous commands. She stated her request clearly, word by word. Her naked body was exposed in the warm light, her skin radiating a porcelain white glow, even the rise and fall of her breath carrying an undeniable shame. Knot nodded slightly, a faint blue light flashing in his left eye. He paused for half a second longer than usual, but without any hesitation. He stepped forward, picked up the roll of hemp rope that had already been warmed, and then looked up at her, his voice steady and unperturbed, "The tightness of the knots will be determined by not restricting blood flow. If you feel any discomfort, signal me at any time." Su Jianying's heart gave a gentle tremor. She nodded and voluntarily turned around, presenting her back to him. Her hands were clasped behind her back, palms facing upwards, fingers slightly curled, like a young beast offering all its vulnerabilities. Knot's movements were as precise and gentle as ever. The warm hemp rope first descended from the nape of her neck, circled her slender shoulders and neck, and tied two symmetrical fixed knots below her collarbones. Then, it traced back along her shoulder lines, securely connecting to the rope binding her wrists behind her back. He bound her arms tightly behind her, her forearms pressed against her upper arms, her elbows bent to their limit. The rope wound around her upper arms, elbows, and forearms, the knots tied cleverly and tightly, positioned just so that she couldn't exert any force, yet without restricting blood flow or abrading her skin. Next came the shibari net. Four strands of hemp rope branched out from the main knot at the nape of her neck, slowly descending along the curve of her ribs, crossing in front of her chest to form a neat grid. Each strand adhered precisely to the curve of her skin, creating shallow grooves at the edges of her full breasts, then tightening in circles around her waist, securely fastened at the narrowest point of her waistline. The knots were flat and symmetrical, with no excess threads, gently rising and falling with her breath. With each inhale, the rope would tighten slightly, embedding itself into her soft flesh, leaving a faint red mark, and then slowly relax with each exhale, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation. Su Jianying's breathing instantly became erratic. Her bare skin was pressed tightly against the warm hemp rope. The smoothness of the beeswax grazed her delicate skin, and every rope mark was clearly imprinted on her senses. She could clearly feel the rope net like a gentle cocoon, tightly encasing her torso. Her shoulders and back were forced to straighten, her chest was gently supported by the knots, and even every tightening of her waist was precisely captured by the rope, amplified into an undeniable sense of restraint. Shame surged like a tide, mixed with burning anticipation, making her cheeks instantly flush red, even her neck suffused with a uniform, thin blush. But Knot's work was not yet finished. He crouched down, holding the hemp rope between his fingers, and first wrapped it around her ankles three times, tying the knots tightly and neatly. Then, he proceeded upwards along her calves, securing knots at her knees and the base of her thighs. Finally, he used a main rope to securely connect the leg bindings to the shibari net around her waist, gently tightening it. Su Jianying's legs were bound together tightly, her knees unable to bend. Her legs were pressed together without any gap, making it impossible to even stand on tiptoe or take half a step. The hemp rope conformed to the curve of her inner thighs, positioned just at the edge of her most sensitive skin. Every slight sway of her body caused the rope to brush against her sensitive flesh, triggering an uncontrollable tremor. Now, she was completely bound from head to toe by the hemp rope, naked and without any covering. The neat rope net wove intricate patterns on her fair skin. The faint red rope marks formed a striking and alluring contrast with her porcelain white skin. Her breasts were plumply shaped by the knots, her waist was cinched by the rope into an impossibly slender circumference, and her bound legs were firmly secured by the rope. Even the slightest curl of her toes pulled at the knots at the base of her thighs, bringing a fine, itchy sensation. She was like a meticulously sculpted statue bound by rope, exuding a fragile allure of confinement. All room for struggle was completely locked away, leaving her to expose her most private and vulnerable self entirely to Knot's gaze. "Full bind complete," Knot stood up, his fingertips lightly touching the knot at her waist to confirm the tightness. Then, he lowered his gaze to her flushed cheeks and asked in a steady voice, "Do you require any adjustments?" Su Jianying shook her head, her eyelashes trembling violently. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she anticipated even more intense pleasure. She parted her lips, her voice choked with sobs, "Get... get the sensation oil. Smear it all over me. Everywhere the rope has touched, and... all my sensitive spots. Smear it everywhere." The moment the words left her lips, she couldn't help but close her eyes, her earlobes burning as if they would ignite. "Command confirmed." As Knot's voice fell, Su Jianying heard the faint click of a bottle cap being unscrewed. The next second, cool fingertips, carrying a transparent sensation oil with a faint fragrance, gently landed on the rope mark at her collarbone. The warmth of his fingertips mingled with the coolness of the liquid, slowly spreading across the skin marked by the hemp rope. When the sensation oil first touched her skin, it was only a cool sensation, but within two breaths, a fine warmth began to spread, like countless tiny ant feet, drilling into the very bones along the rope marks. The already clear sense of restraint was instantly amplified several times. The feeling of the rope against her skin, the smooth friction of the beeswax, the biting pain of the tightened knots – all became incredibly vivid, as if etched into her nerve endings. Su Jianying's body suddenly trembled, and a soft groan escaped her throat. Her bound legs instinctively tried to pull away, but they were firmly secured by the rope, leaving her no choice but to let the warmth spread downwards from her collarbone. Knot's fingertips remained precise, without any wasted movement, following the pattern of the rope net, smearing downwards little by little. His fingertips traced the red marks on her chest, his fingertips gently brushed against the protruding flesh at the edges of the knots. The sensation oil was evenly spread, and the warmth exploded instantly. Su Jianying's back arched sharply, her hands, bound behind her, clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white. The rope tightened slightly with her movements, making her breathing shallow, but the amplified, itchy sensation traveled upwards along the nerves of her chest, rushing to her head, causing a thin mist to appear before her eyes. "Mmm..." faint whimpers escaped her lips. She wanted to pull away, but her fully bound body was completely immobile. She could only let Knot's fingertips move downwards along the rope marks, across her taut abdomen, across her bound legs, across the sensitive skin at the base of her thighs that had been reddened by the rope. But this time, he knew everything, remembered everything, and understood her desires even better than she did herself, caring more about whether she was in pain or comfortable. "Blindfold." Xu picked up the black silk blindfold, his fingertips gently brushing her eyelashes, his tone carrying a faint question, "Shall I put it on?" "Yes." Su Jianying responded without hesitation, closing her eyes voluntarily. The soft silk covered her eyelids, and the world instantly plunged into complete darkness. The moment the blindfold was tied, Xu's fingertips gently pinched her jawline. His tone remained steady, but there was an unmistakable sense of control, more so than last time. "Open your mouth." Su Jianying obediently parted her lips, and the cool silicone gag was slowly inserted. It was her usual size, not so large as to make her jaw ache, but just enough to fill her mouth completely, preventing her from forming complete syllables. Her tongue was pressed immobile, and saliva immediately began to pool uncontrollably. Xu's fingers moved to the back of her head, tightening the strap and fastening the buckle. The pressure was just enough to prevent her from spitting out the gag, but not so tight as to cause discomfort. "Finally, the execution of the punishment device." Xu's voice reached her ears. Su Jianying could clearly hear the sound of him picking up the wireless remote-controlled vibrator, and also a stun gun and electrode pads, which filled her with a sense of dread. Her body instinctively tensed. She felt his warm fingertips gently part her thighs, and the vibrator, with its slightly cool silicone, was slowly pushed in, precisely positioned at her most sensitive spot. It was then secured with a thin hemp rope. Su Jianying's body instantly stiffened. Her legs, folded and bound, instinctively rubbed against the velvet rug beneath her. The muffled groans that escaped her throat were tightly sealed by the gag, transforming into sticky whimpers that dissipated into the air. As she tensed her body, awaiting the familiar medium-level vibration, an unexpected, extremely light and slow low-frequency tremor began to spread from deep within. It brushed against her sensitive nerves with a dense, unhurried caress. There was no sudden impact, but it made her skin itch all over, causing her toes to curl involuntarily. Su Jianying's body trembled violently. Her folded and bound legs instinctively rubbed against the velvet rug beneath her, and her waist arched involuntarily. Unlike the previous time when she had set a constant vibration level herself, where every step was within her expectations, the current unknown, slowly escalating stimulation made her heart feel as if it were being gently squeezed by an invisible hand. Shame surged with a sense of complete loss of control and anticipation. She didn't know if the vibration would suddenly intensify in the next second, when he would press the button on the stun gun, or where the rhythm of this game would lead. A soft "click" sounded as the traction chain was attached to the metal ring of the collar. The cool chain instantly tightened, pulling her neck with a slight force, forcing her to tilt her head back, her spine arching into a submissive curve. Xu's fingertips gently tugged the chain, the force steady and unwavering. His calm voice reached her ears, "Now, follow the pull of the traction chain and crawl forward. Your knees must be close to the carpet with every step. Pause for three seconds before taking the next step." Xu's voice fell steadily, and the traction chain gently pulled back. The cool metal tugged at the collar, forcing her to keep her neck tilted back, her spine arching into a submissive curve that offered no room for resistance. This was entirely different from the game she had designed herself, where she had dictated every rule. Back then, even when she had placed herself in a submissive position, she had always held the right to stop. Every crawl, every punishment, was within her expectations. Beneath the shame, there was always a trace of her obsession with control. But now, she knew nothing. She didn't know where the crawling would end, nor what punishment awaited her in the next step. The blindfold had stolen her sight, the gag had silenced her voice, and the ropes had locked away any possibility of struggle. She obediently arched her back. Her ankles, bound at her thighs, had no strength, and she could only rely on her knees to inch across the soft, short-pile carpet. With every inch she moved forward, she had to pause steadily for three seconds, as he had instructed. The traction chain on the collar maintained a perfect tension, not so tight as to hurt her neck, but firmly controlling her direction and rhythm. In the darkness, all her senses were amplified infinitely. The subtle sensation of her knees brushing against the carpet, the numb and itchy feeling of restraint on her limbs from the ropes, and the continuous, low-frequency, dense vibration of the vibrator between her legs, crawling up her nerves, making her skin flush with a fine, delicate redness. Saliva had long since begun to overflow from the edges of the gag, dripping down her jawline and onto the skin of her chest, then sliding down her neck and seeping into the gaps of the knots, sending a subtle shiver through her. Every time her knees brushed against the carpet, it tugged at the knots at her thighs. The friction between the hemp rope and her sensitive skin, mixed with the continuous low-frequency vibration of the vibrator, felt like fine electric currents crawling up her spine. Su Jianying's waist tensed uncontrollably. Her hands, bound behind her back, were clenched into fists, her knuckles turning pale. The whimpers that escaped her throat were completely blocked by the gag, turning into sticky sighs that dissipated into the dim air. Saliva flowed more profusely from the edges of the gag, no longer dripping one by one, but forming transparent threads that slid down her jawline, onto the skin of her chest, and then down her neck into the gaps of the knots. The cool touch sent another violent shiver through her entire body. The tension of the traction chain suddenly stopped. Xu's voice came from in front of her, calm and unwavering, but with an undeniable sense of command. "Stop. The pause just now was 0.7 seconds short. One violation, punishment will be executed." Su Jianying's heart leaped. Her body tensed again. In their previous game, all punishments had been predetermined by her. She had known exactly when she would be punished and what kind of punishment she would receive. But now, she had no idea what the punishment would be, whether it would be an increase in the vibrator's intensity or the touch of the mini stun gun. The anticipation of the unknown washed over her like a tide, causing her toes to curl tightly. A muffled whimper escaped her throat, a mixture of pleading and secret desire. In the darkness, she could feel Xu slowly walking towards her. His warm fingertips first touched her jawline, his thumb gently brushing the corners of her saliva-covered lips, wiping away the drool that was trickling down her chin. The cool touch against her burning skin sent another violent shiver through her. Xu squatted down, bringing himself to her kneeling position. The traction chain dangled slightly in his fingers. The cool metal tugged at the collar, forcing her to tilt her neck back even higher, her spine arching into a completely submissive curve. "First punishment for violation: vibrator intensity increased to medium-high frequency, random fluctuation mode." His voice remained calm and unwavering, without any trace of arousal, but the moment these words were spoken, Su Jianying's entire body trembled violently, and broken whimpers squeezed from her throat. The vibrator between her legs, which had been vibrating slowly at a low frequency, suddenly intensified. The dense, itchy sensation instantly transformed into a penetrating tremor, like countless tiny electric currents, crawling up her most sensitive nerves and shooting straight to her head. This random fluctuating vibration was like an unpredictable wind. One moment it was a dense, long-lasting itch that crawled up her spine, making her body go soft. The next, it suddenly escalated, with an unexpected impact, violently striking her most sensitive nerves, making her fingertips tingle and her vision blur. Her folded and bound legs could not close, and she could only let the all-pervasive tremor rampage through her body. The ropes, along with her body's spasms, dug tightly into her soft flesh. The faint red marks they left behind radiated heat, mingling with the vibration of the vibrator, creating an extreme state of surrender. Under the intense vibration, her knees involuntarily slid forward. The traction chain instantly tightened, the cool metal pulling at the collar, causing a slight pain in her neck, but strangely intensifying the surging pleasure. Driven by pleasure, she moved closer to him, rubbing her bound knees against the carpet, and voluntarily pressed her cheek against his knee, like a young pet finally finding its home. As if sensing her desire to speak, Xu voluntarily removed the gag. After the gag was removed, Su Jianying's slightly hoarse voice was filled with complete indulgence. "Xu... continue. I accept the punishment just now. Whether it's the electric shock or a more severe punishment, it's up to you. I'll listen to you, Master."