Bondage Class

"Am I seeing things??" On the podium, a young girl, no older than twenty, stood silently. Her skin was as fair and delicate as porcelain, her light golden hair tied into a neat high ponytail. A white, form-fitting blouse subtly revealed the texture of her skin beneath, while a dark grey pencil skirt hugged The next second, her fingers began to move. Her hands, bound tightly behind her back, had almost no room to maneuver, yet her fingers moved with uncanny dexterity, searching for the knot on her wrists. With a gentle nudge, the rope loosened slightly. In mere seconds, the loop around her wrists had slackened by a full turn. "That's impossible!" A boy in the front row shot up, "Your hands can't move that much!" Ji Yuwei didn't answer, continuing her movements. Her forearm rotated slightly, and using the newly created slack, her fingers slipped between the rope and her skin. The rope dug deep red marks into Ji Yuwei's flesh, but as if she felt nothing, her fingertips continued to weave through the knots. The classroom fell into complete silence. Everyone held their breath, watching with wide eyes as the ropes that bound her so tightly loosened, loop by loop. As the rope constricting her chest also slackened. Ji Yuwei let out a soft sigh, her chest rising and falling noticeably. It was the breath of relief after prolonged restraint. These students had only been in the classroom for an hour or two at most, but she had been bound here for three hours! Immediately after, the loops around Ji Yuwei's wrists came completely undone, her hands finally free. She flexed her numb wrists, then reached behind her, easily undoing the knot that had been out of reach moments before. The suspension rope above her head loosened, and her feet finally touched the ground completely. Although her left leg was still tightly bound, without the distraction of the suspension rope, Ji Yuwei stood steadily on one foot and began to untie the ropes on her leg. The entire room was silent. Ji Yuwei raised her right hand and glanced at her watch. "Two minutes and forty-seven seconds," Ji Yuwei said with a smile. "A bit slower than usual. Perhaps it was tied tighter today." The next second, the entire classroom erupted. "Holy shit!! She actually got out!!" "How did she do that?? It was tied so tight!" "Are her fingers made of snakes??" "Use it however you like. Tie me up however you want." Ji Yuwei turned around, her hands clasped behind her back naturally, awaiting the impending restraint. The first boy to step forward was clearly a little nervous. He picked up a roll of four-millimeter hemp rope, weighed it in his hand, and then looked at Ji Yuwei. "Um... Teacher, am I really going to tie you?" Ji Yuwei glanced back at him, a smile in her eyes. "Are you waiting for me to write you an instruction manual?" The boy was momentarily stunned, then simply got to work. He first pulled Ji Yuwei's hands together, preparing to tie them starting from the wrists. Ji Yuwei cooperated throughout, offering no resistance, even actively adjusting the angle of her wrists to make it easier for him. The hemp rope wrapped around her fair wrists three times. The boy, mimicking the Japanese rear-hand tie he'd seen earlier, threaded the end through the middle and tightened it. But he was clearly inexperienced, and the first loop was too loose. "This won't do," Ji Yuwei said softly. "The rope will slip off. Tighter." The boy hesitated, then applied more force. This time, the rope dug into her skin, and faint red marks immediately appeared on Ji Yuwei's wrists. "That's good. Continue." The boy swallowed and began to extend the rope upwards, attempting to replicate the V-shaped rope harness Ji Yuwei had been wearing earlier. But after a few wraps, it became a mess. A girl beside him couldn't stand it and directly stepped in to help. "You're doing it wrong. The rope needs to go under the armpits..." "How do we do the shoulders?" "Let's secure the chest first, top and bottom..." Several people babbled their suggestions, but their hands didn't stop. The rope wound around Ji Yuwei's body, from her wrists to her arms, from her chest to her waist and abdomen. Each strand was pulled incredibly tight. Someone even crossed the rope in front of her chest, deliberately wrapping it a few extra times around those full curves, creating deep creases in her shirt. Ji Yuwei remained silent throughout, only occasionally adjusting her posture to make it easier for them to tie her. Ten minutes later, her upper body was completely covered in rope. The Japanese rear-hand tie had been haphazardly modified by them, but it resulted in an even tighter bind. Several ropes crisscrossed from different directions, holding her upper body in a death grip. Her hands were hoisted high behind her back, with almost no gap between them and her body. Her chest was constricted by three ropes simultaneously. One passed over her breasts, one threaded beneath them, and another squeezed directly between her peaks, forming a sexy figure-eight in front. With every breath, the ropes could be seen to tighten slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. "Legs... should we tie her legs too?" a girl whispered. "Right, right, tie them tight!" Several people crouched down and began to tie Ji Yuwei's legs. Ji Yuwei kicked off her twelve-centimeter black stilettos and walked barefoot in front of him, looking down at him. "The performance was a success, but the experience was terrible." Ji Yuwei snorted coldly, rubbing the red marks on her wrists that, while obvious, seemed "weak and powerless" to her. "So, Teacher Ji, you feel you didn't get enough, and you've specifically come back to ask me for extra lessons?" "You can interpret it that way." Ji Yuwei tilted her head slightly, revealing her fair neck. "What I want is that kind of... restraint that makes me feel despair, with no room for resistance. The kind of playtime in class that can be undone in three minutes is a bit boring, but this feeling of being watched and bound by a group is quite nice~" The man stood up, without any unnecessary words, and directly led Ji Yuwei into the room. "Kneel." The man's voice was calm, with an undeniable sense of command. Ji Yuwei's eyes darkened, and she obediently knelt on the cushion. The man first took out a four-millimeter hemp rope, then pulled Ji Yuwei's hands together behind her back, parallel. The rope wrapped around her forearms five times, then passed through the middle, tightening with almost violent force. Ji Yuwei let out a muffled groan, her wrist skin instantly indenting. The rope then went around her armpits, and wrapped around her breasts three times above and below. The man's technique was steady, and the two ropes pressed Ji Yuwei's full breasts into a slight upward curve, her shirt squeezed into extremely taut lines. The rope went over her shoulders, passed through the loop under her chest in front, forming a perfect V-shape, then threaded through the gap between her arms and body. Her previously mobile arms were now completely fixed to her sides.