The Tilted World

Yang Xu didn't dwell on it for too long. He quickly pulled Xiao Fang closer, making her sit beside him. Then, clumsily yet carefully, he draped his arm around her from behind, resting it on her hip. Xiao Fang obediently sat down, observing the ten-centimeter gap between them and Yang Xu's somewhat awkward and nervous expression. She then stood up and sat down again, pressing herself against him. They were now pressed tightly together. Xiao Fang then picked up his hand that was resting on her body and guided it to her waist, placing it on her lower abdomen. Only then did she rest her head on Yang Xu's shoulder and whisper, "Tonight, this slave belongs entirely to Master." This was Yang Xu's first time being this close to a woman. Her scent exuded a faint fragrance that, when inhaled, made him feel slightly intoxicated. The warmth of her body immediately transferred to his, like a spark igniting gasoline, exploding within him. His scalp tingled, his heart raced, and it felt as if his blood was flowing at an accelerated pace, his face flushing instantly. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his emotions. He knew he couldn't panic now; the more nervous he felt, the calmer he needed to be. Although Xiao Fang wasn't looking at Yang Xu, she lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the area between his legs. Seeing it quickly bulge, she felt a small sense of triumph. At least this young man beside her was honest and welcomed her presence. After a while, Yang Xu spoke first, "Tell me your story. I want to understand more about this circle." Xiao Fang replied softly, "What does Master wish to hear? The pain of this slave being punished, or how the clients make their demands of this slave?" Yang Xu wanted to hear both, but he felt the two topics were essentially the same. He said, "Either is fine. You speak, I'll listen." Xiao Fang thought for a moment and said, "You guessed correctly. Actually, before I entered this profession, I already understood this circle. Perhaps I was born with a natural submissiveness. Seeing scenes of bondage and heavy metal shackles on television always excited me. I imagined being tied up would be incredibly thrilling. So, in junior high, I took some rope and tied my legs together, lying in bed imagining all sorts of torture, yet remaining steadfast. Later, I learned a lot about this circle online and became very interested in the articles and stories. Then, I entered this profession and discovered there was a good market for these special services, and they paid well, so I became one." "Do you prefer ropes or shackles?" Even with just a few simple sentences, Yang Xu grasped the key point: Xiao Fang enjoyed this game. "I like both. But when I played by myself back then, I didn't have shackles, so I yearned for the feeling of being permanently locked by sturdy metal, with my master guarding me like a precious treasure, never leaving my side. That despair and helplessness, when I recall it, makes me feel excited. It even brings a small sense of happiness. However, later, when I got shackles, I found that the restraint of shackles was more about keeping me within limits. As long as I didn't exceed the boundaries, their presence was less pronounced. Ropes, on the other hand, tightly binding the body, constantly restricting my movements, provided a more intense sensation. Ropes offered more constant stimulation. But if a client comes, this slave would definitely choose shackles first. After all, those clients try their best to tie the ropes as tightly as possible, making it difficult to even breathe. Every second is agony. In contrast, the restraint of heavy shackles is negligible," Xiao Fang said casually, as if it were a trivial matter. Yet, Yang Xu found it incredibly interesting. This was exactly what he wanted to know. "Are there shackles here?" Yang Xu suddenly asked, his curiosity piqued. Xiao Fang nodded, then pointed to the wardrobe in the corner, telling him they were there. Yang Xu excitedly walked over and opened the cabinet. He found it filled with various props: ropes, shackles, whips, paddles, gags, plugs, and some adult toys. Yang Xu was dazzled, but in the end, he chose the shackles and handcuffs. Seeing Yang Xu's choice, Xiao Fang smiled and said, "Master doesn't need to worry about this slave's feelings. In the past, even if this slave chose shackles, the clients would still tie ropes." Yang Xu was initially unaccustomed to Xiao Fang calling him "Master," but after hearing it repeatedly, he grew to accept the term. Of course, he merely considered it a form of address or a codename, never truly contemplating the power it bestowed upon him. When Xiao Fang mentioned that she always used both ropes and restraints, he brought them over. He wasn't necessarily intending to use them all on her, but rather out of simple curiosity about the kinds of props used in this scene. The real items, he felt, were far more exciting than online pictures and videos. This time, Xiao Fang didn't ask for Yang Xu's opinion. She stood up gracefully, turned sideways, and shed her shirt and pants. Her upper body was clad in a white, sheer camisole, revealing her skin, her prominent nipples, and the nipple rings she wore. Her lower half consisted of a narrow thong, beneath which she wore flesh-colored, open-crotch pantyhose. The material of the stockings was unclear, but they gleamed under the light with an oily sheen. Yang Xu had always believed that a woman wearing nothing at all was the most captivating. However, when he turned and saw Xiao Fang after she had removed her shirt and pants, he was stunned. The hazy allure completely overturned his perception of sexiness. Seeing a living, breathing girl dressed like this up close was an even greater temptation, making him unable to look away, his eyes fixed, afraid he might miss a single detail of this beautiful sight. Xiao Fang neatly folded her discarded shirt and pants and placed them on the chair beside the bed. She then turned, hands behind her back, and knelt before Yang Xu, softly saying, "Thank you, Master, for your indulgence." "It's rather inconvenient to put on the leg and wrist cuffs with you kneeling like this," Yang Xu said, feeling a faint pang of reluctance as he saw Xiao Fang kneel again. He felt it was a particularly humiliating act. He looked at the leg and wrist cuffs in his hands. Made of chrome-plated stainless steel, they felt heavy, clearly not just props but genuine restraints capable of limiting her movement. The difference was that neither the leg cuffs nor the Yang Xu quickly adjusted to the dim light of the bedroom. With a heave of his arm, he broke free from Si Ya's embrace, turned, and lifted her onto the bed. Si Ya initially let out a surprised gasp, but as Yang Xu hoisted her up, she giggled with excitement, whether from the alcohol or genuine joy, it was unclear. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him until he gently placed her on the bed. "Why aren't you turning on the light? Are you not confident in your appearance or your body?" Yang Xu whispered softly as they held each other. "Heh, if I'm not confident, I should play to my strengths. What's the point of hiding like this? Aren't you afraid I'll set up another camera and trap you?" Si Ya's words were laced with playful provocation. Since the beautiful woman had offered herself to him tonight, he immediately began to unbutton Si Ya's clothes. With her cooperation, soon only her bra and the chastity belt locked around her waist remained. Si Ya hadn't lied; she was indeed wearing a chastity belt. "You're single, why are you still wearing this thing?" Yang Xu asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Heh, I'm seeing you today. Why would I need a key? Isn't stealing a kiss more exciting?" Si Ya whispered seductively into Yang Xu's ear, her warm breath tickling him, sending a shiver down his spine. Yang Xu pulled Si Ya into a tight embrace and kissed her deeply. His hands roamed her back, one hand finding its way to her firm, shapely buttocks, gripping and kneading them, eliciting seductive moans from Si Ya's throat. After a passionate kiss, Yang Xu pulled back, preparing to unlock Si Ya's chastity belt. She cooperated, lying flat on her back and arching her waist slightly to assist him. He produced a bent paperclip from somewhere and skillfully inserted it into the lock on her waist. A crisp click echoed, and Yang Xu tugged at the lock, but it remained stubbornly shut. Si Ya, who had been excited, froze. After a moment, seeing Yang Xu make no further move, she asked, "What's wrong?" Yang Xu tugged at the lock a few more times before shrugging apologetically. "The lock is broken." "What?" Si Ya sat up immediately, her voice tinged with urgency. At that moment, Yang Xu suddenly embraced Si Ya, pressing her down onto the bed. He grabbed her stockings and tied her hands behind her back. Then, he took the panties he had removed from her and stuffed them into her mouth. Looking at the bewildered Si Ya, he smiled and said, "I prefer things a bit more active. I'll enjoy this style more." With her mouth full, Si Ya could only let out muffled cries of protest. Yang Xu, however, ignored her and used a pillowcase to tie her legs together. Watching Si Ya struggle, Yang Xu chuckled, "A bound beauty is more stimulating. Actually, I love women's feet, especially young and beautiful ones. They're incredibly attractive to me." With that, Yang Xu placed Si Ya's feet on his thighs. He picked up one foot and gently massaged it, reveling in its smooth, delicate texture. Despite Si Ya's tall stature, her feet were small and slender, a sight that brought him immense pleasure. With her foot in his grasp, Si Ya stopped struggling, seemingly enjoying his touch. "Now, we can have an honest conversation. Tell me, why did you lie to me?" Yang Xu stopped his ministrations and asked softly. Si Ya's foot twitched slightly, clearly flustered by Yang Xu's question. She then let out a few muffled sounds, her words unintelligible. "If you want to talk, spread all your toes. But you only get one chance," Yang Xu continued. Si Ya immediately spread all her toes. Yang Xu, however, just smiled. "No sincerity. This one is definitely fake. Never mind, I'll give you some time to think." With that, Yang Xu began to gently tickle the soles of her feet with his fingers. Si Ya was incredibly ticklish and immediately began to struggle violently. But with Yang Xu's robust physique and her own bound state, escape was impossible. She could only endure the tickling, alternating between tears and laughter. The ordeal lasted only ten minutes, but for Si Ya, it felt like an eternity. Yang Xu would occasionally vary the pressure, alternating between her feet. Si Ya's throat grew hoarse, but with her mouth stuffed with panties, she could only emit muffled sounds. Yet, she continued to spread her toes, desperately hoping Yang Xu would stop and tell her the truth. "Now, can we talk properly?" Yang Xu removed the panties from Si Ya's mouth, which were now damp with her saliva. He brought them closer, as if to savor their scent. After smoking two cigarettes, Yang Xu entered Aisha's room. The wall-mounted corridor lights were on, and the soft glow instantly calmed his agitated state. "Don't just stand there like an idiot, come sit down," Aisha's voice called out, inviting Yang Xu to sit beside her. She had changed into a new outfit, a sheer, almost transparent slip dress. The bra underneath was made of white silk, revealing everything. Her nether regions seemed to be covered only by a C-string, connected to her waist by straps and to her legs by flesh-colored stockings. She wore white, open-toed, cut-out ankle boots. What truly caught Yang Xu's eye was the metal collar around her neck, similar in style to Shang Luo's, but with a golden chain over a meter long attached to the front. Her ankles were also adorned with golden shackles, which looked more like a piece of intimate jewelry than restraints. Both the ankle cuffs and the chain were delicate and exquisite, exuding an aura of seductive temptation. "Am I interrupting something? Did I see something I shouldn't have?" Yang Xu asked guiltily after sitting down. "Hmm, then you'll have to repay me well in the future. If sister is happy, perhaps she'll show you more good things, hehe. Help me lock this up first," Aisha joked, turning around with her hands behind her back. Her wrists were already adorned with delicate bracelets. Yang Xu picked up the small lock from the coffee table and secured her hands behind her back. Aisha settled onto the sofa and lifted one leg, bringing it towards Yang Xu. The chain on her ankle wasn't long, so she couldn't lift it very high. She smiled a little awkwardly and asked, "Does it look good?" Although the boots were fully enclosed, the white cut-outs perfectly showcased Aisha's delicate feet. Especially the toes, peeking out from the stockings, painted with red nail polish and squeezed tightly together. Each toe also sported a toe ring, amplifying the allure to its extreme. Yang Xu almost instinctively replied, "Perfect." "Hypocrite! How can it be perfect when you haven't seen anything clearly?" Although Aisha retorted verbally, she was inwardly pleased. Due to the ankle chain, her lifted leg was awkwardly suspended, tiring her quickly. She soon lowered it. "A touch of mystery stimulates a man's desire to explore, doesn't it? Otherwise, why would men enjoy looking at beautiful legs wrapped in stockings?" Yang Xu scratched his head, speaking quite naturally. "Hehe, why are you so sweet-mouthed now? Do you have some ulterior motive? Aren't you curious if what Huang Ying said earlier was true?" Aisha brought up the question first. For the first time, Yang Xu felt a sense of defeat. His thoughts seemed to be written all over his face; she instantly understood his intentions. He looked at the stunning beauty within arm's reach, so sexy and alluring, yet bound in chains, appearing ripe for the taking. But to him, she looked like a poisoned bait, a trap waiting for him to get lost and fall in. "I originally intended to leave. This game is not one I can participate in. But since I already feel I've betrayed my beliefs, to flee now would be the act of a deserter. So, I've thought about it for a long time. Even if there's only a sliver of a chance, I must strive for the best outcome for them," Yang Xu leaned back on the sofa, avoiding Aisha's gaze, and slowly voiced his thoughts. "So tired, so boring. Do you talk to all girls like this?" Aisha complained, clearly dissatisfied with the answer. Seeing Yang Xu looking a bit dazed, she shifted, brought her legs together, and lay down on the sofa, resting her head on Yang Xu's lap. The crisp clinking of metal against her ears, the intoxicating, unidentifiable fragrance in the air, and the warmth emanating from his lap gradually stirred Yang Xu's heart, which had been trying to remain calm. He seemed to have forgotten why he was there, forgotten that the woman lying on his lap was a colorful poisonous mushroom. All his thoughts were consumed by two questions: What does she want? What should I do? Seeing Yang Xu's long silence, Aisha pressed her head down slightly and shifted her body. Her arms, locked behind her, lifted upwards, reminding Yang Xu that she was bound. She pouted playfully, "Is this how you ask for favors? Don't you want to hug me?" Yang Xu's brain felt like it had short-circuited. Without thinking, he mechanically followed Aisha's lead and placed his hand on her waist. The moment his hand touched her thin nightgown, it felt like an electric shock, sending a tremor through him. Although Yang Xu was puzzled as to why Aisha would be interested in him, his emotions overcame his reason. Even if it was just for one night, it was still physical intimacy. His romantic experience was limited, but he had Tang Hao, who shared his "practical" experiences, like how to determine if a relationship could progress further. It was through physical contact and observing the girl's reaction. If she didn't show aversion, wasn't agitated like she'd been bitten by a fly or mosquito, it was basically a green light. If the girl actively leaned in, then not taking advantage of the situation would make him less than a beast. It was true that a girl pursuing a guy was like a thin veil, and even more so with Aisha, a woman of both intelligence and stunning beauty. Her voice, dripping with seduction, and her fiery attire, quickly made Yang Xu lose his resolve. Of course, everything had a process. Yang Xu's initial action was simply to trace the chain of Aisha's collar with his fingers, slowly pulling it down from her neck until he found the end, which he gently grasped. Perhaps this was the most saccharine thing Yang Xu had ever said in his life, but at this moment, he said it so naturally that even Si Ya, who was accustomed to sweet talk, felt a warmth bloom in her heart. Suddenly, she didn't feel so wronged anymore, believing it was all worth it. However, Si Ya still offered no response. It wasn't that she was still immersed in the social embarrassment of her persona collapsing after Yang Xu saw through her previous performance. It was simply that she felt silence was more eloquent than words at this moment. Since everything had returned to normal, she didn't want to add unnecessary embellishments with her own cleverness. Yang Xu also stopped playing dumb. After placing her on the bed, he took out his homemade lock-picking tools and skillfully opened the lock on the chastity belt around her waist. But he didn't remove the belt immediately. Instead, he directly unlocked the shield on the chastity belt. With a few twists, the shield, the chastity belt, and the anal plug detached from Si Ya's body, and he removed the shield. "You've taken off chastity belts for other women quite a bit, haven't you? You're so familiar with even removing the shield!" Si Ya finally spoke, but with a strong hint of jealousy. Yang Xu didn't answer. He removed the lock on her belt, took off the accessories, unbuckled the belt, and with Si Ya bending to cooperate, removed the belt and tossed it to the bedside. Then, he lay down beside her, reached for her waist, and pulled her body into his embrace. He kissed Si Ya again, and this time she didn't dodge. She merely closed her lips symbolically, but after a few of Yang Xu's tentative probes, she opened her mouth, matching his rhythm. Their tongues quickly began to chase and entwine. Regarding his prowess in bed, although Yang Xu didn't have much experience, it seemed to be an innate talent. He quickly became proficient. Especially Si Ya, who appeared strong and uninhibited, and wild in her play. But when facing the opposite sex, especially a man she desired, she seemed to be naturally restrained. All her skills vanished, leaving her open to be plucked, yet she found it thrilling and enjoyable. Especially when her hands were tied behind her back and her body was held firmly by the man before her, with no possibility of escape. She found herself becoming soft and weak, her mind conjuring images of what would happen next. This man would savagely tear off her clothes, and that hot, wicked thing pressing against her would pierce her body, thrusting in and out repeatedly, ravaging her amidst her pained moans and struggles, until she completely surrendered. Only then would he brand her with his unique shackles, forever linking them by blood. The thought alone made her legs rub together involuntarily, a liquid seeming to seep out, as if everything was ready to welcome the coming storm. Yang Xu had suppressed his desires for most of the night. After all, facing several beautiful women and engaging in all sorts of stimulating acts at the peak of his youth was a great test of his willpower. Finally able to release the restlessness within him, he no longer hesitated. Just as he got up, Si Ya, with her eyes closed, softly said, "Turn off the light." Si Ya's encounter with Yang Xu this time didn't deviate much from her expectations or the original script. The only thing was that she had underestimated the size of his "part" entering her body. The excessive fullness quickly made her surrender. The feeling of being on the verge of death and ecstasy quickly robbed her of the ability to savor pleasure. It was more about wanting this overwhelming invasion to end as soon as possible, but fate had other plans. Yang Xu's body was naturally robust, and after a long period of abstinence, he had already been with Fang Ke Chunxiao that morning. But precisely because it was a second encounter, Yang Xu's stamina was even more prolonged. He tried every trick in the book, almost making Si Ya question her life. She felt like a captive slave, subjected to all sorts of torment, forced to submit and cease resisting. Yet, the process felt like a long trek, with no end in sight. She desperately wanted to envelop the source of pleasure ravaging her body, but despite her efforts, she achieved nothing. In the end, she could only scream desperately, shake her head mechanically, her body's instincts taking over, waiting for each impact, as if falling into an abyss or being hit by a large truck. It wasn't until Yang Xu had unleashed all his passion that she lay on the bed, still dazed, her body trembling intermittently. Yang Xu woke up the next day to find the sun already high in the sky. He struggled to open his eyes and turned to look at Si Ya, who was still resting her head on his chest. Her hands were still bound behind her back. Even though Yang Xu had been active for most of the night, he hadn't untied them. It wasn't that he lacked tenderness, but Si Ya had refused. At this moment, Si Ya slept like a child. Perhaps because she was sleeping on her stomach, a thin strand of drool connected to the corner of her mouth, leaving a considerable wet patch on Yang Xu's chest. "Perhaps she's just too tired," Yang Xu thought, recalling the madness of the previous night, and felt a pang of self-reproach. As soon as he moved, Si Ya woke up. With a slurp, she drew back the drool that hadn't yet dripped down. Then, she realized she was sharing a bed with a man. With a yelp, she immediately rolled over to the other side and lay on her stomach. Yang Xu smiled, shook his head, got out of bed to get some water, then took a clean cup, filled it for Si Ya, and brought it to her on the bed. He untied the ropes that had bound Si Ya for most of the night and then brought the cup to her lips. Si Ya was indeed thirsty. The weather was hot, and she had worn the latex suit all night without taking it off. Coupled with the intense lovemaking with Yang Xu, she quickly drank all the water and handed the cup back to Yang Xu, saying, "I want more." Yang Xu took the cup and hugged Si Ya, saying, "Alright, let's begin then." Si Ya froze for a moment, then realized what Yang Xu meant. Since she wasn't an innocent girl, her first reaction wasn't shy evasion. Instead, she looked towards Yang Xu's crotch, wondering if he could "stand up" again after resting for such a short time, given how much he had exerted himself yesterday. However, the playful expression on Si Ya's face quickly turned into wide-eyed disbelief as she opened her mouth in exaggerated astonishment. Because Yang Xu's "thing" was rapidly swelling, pointing forward, becoming terrifyingly menacing. "No, ah~~~ Master, oh no, Sir, please spare this humble maiden," Si Ya reacted and immediately tried to roll away. But on the bed, such speed was no match for Yang Xu's grasp. He pinned her down, and Yang Xu entered Si Ya's body from behind. After being "developed" all night, even though it was just after waking up and without any foreplay, Yang Xu entered with surprising ease, smoothly getting into the rhythm. With the experience of yesterday's reckless charge, Yang Xu was not in a hurry today. He moved in and out, "nine shallow, one deep," savoring the scenery along the way. As he thrust, he also reached back and unzipped Si Ya's latex suit, quickly revealing her fair, tender skin. Especially after being wrapped in the suffocating latex suit all night, her body was already slick with sweat. It was then that Yang Xu realized he had made a mistake. The anal plug still inserted in Si Ya's body was missing. Yang Xu soon understood Aisha's meaning. Xu Nuo handed over a long box. Upon opening it, a device was revealed, submerged in liquid. It consisted of seven black spheres of increasing size, connected together, resembling a candied haw. The tail end was thin, presumably for anal insertion, and it terminated in an anchor-shaped piece, intended to be positioned between her buttocks to secure this massive plug. The largest sphere alone was estimated to be over five centimeters in diameter. He had previously watched videos about anal preparation and understood the purpose of such a device. However, inserting something of this size into Shang Luo's body, even half of it, would likely result in a ruptured anus. Yang Xu was genuinely angry this time. Shang Luo was his slave, and any punishment or training should not endanger her physical safety. He wouldn't dare to do that himself. If Aisha treated Shang Luo so roughly, she would be ruined. What kind of grudge or animosity would drive them to such internal conflict? After all, they were both his slaves. If he didn't take a stand, Aisha might push her luck, and Shang Luo might become disillusioned. Thus, Yang Xu picked up the giant anal plug, still soaking in lubricant, and presented it to Aisha, saying, "Why don't you try it on first?" "If it can be inserted into your body, then you'll insert this plug into Shang Luo's body?" Aisha's expression turned serious, appearing deeply disappointed by Yang Xu's suggestion. In truth, Yang Xu regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. He didn't want it inserted into Shang Luo, but he didn't actually intend to harm Aisha with it. He hadn't expected Aisha to agree so resolutely, leaving him in a difficult position. Before Yang Xu could speak, Aisha stood up directly and said coldly, "There's no need for such trouble. Remove whatever is inside me and put it into Shang Luo. I'll use this from now on." With that, Aisha leaned forward and lay down on the operating table. She gently spread her legs, stretching the shackles on her ankles until her private parts were fully exposed to Yang Xu. Yang Xu glanced awkwardly at Shang Luo, seeking her specific advice on Aisha's suggestion. However, Shang Luo smiled gently at Yang Xu and said, "Thank you, I accept her suggestion." Although Yang Xu had intimate contact with Aisha several times, he had never closely examined her unique chastity belt. This time, he got a complete view of it: a C-string thong below, with skin-colored straps above, truly resembling a small pair of panties. There was no mesh shield to allow for excretion. As for the strap that ran between her buttocks, Yang Xu had always assumed it was for direct defecation. He had even maliciously imagined how a pure and divine girl like Aisha would feel facing her separated feces after a bowel movement, and how she would clean herself. However, hearing Aisha's words and observing her actions, he was now certain that her anus must contain something extraordinary, something far more wicked than the string of balls in his hand. He looked at the object in his hand, then at Aisha's firm, rounded buttocks. The thought of such a monstrous device being buried within her body, behind that thin strap nestled in her cleavage, sent a surge of heat through him, his breathing quickening with excitement. Yang Xu had completely forgotten his earlier displeasure and was now somewhat eager to see what was inside Aisha. Even if something comparable to what he held was removed, the shock would be unprecedented, almost unbelievable. Despite Aisha's tall stature, similar to Shang Luo's, her frame was smaller. Could her slender waist, so easily encompassed by a hand, accommodate such a crude object? However, Yang Xu soon found himself in an awkward situation. He couldn't find the lock for the chastity belt. He possessed the skill to unlock it, but there was no place to apply it. He ran his fingers over Aisha's chastity belt, probing several times, but found no seam. At this moment, Xu Nuo approached with a piece of plastic sheeting and spread it behind Aisha. As she stood up, Yang Xu called out to her. "Um, how does Aisha go to the bathroom with this thing on?" Yang Xu was still hesitant. Xu Nuo looked at Yang Xu strangely and asked, "Are you also interested in women's excretion?" The question was too direct, leaving Yang Xu speechless. He could only scratch his head and offer an awkward smile. Xu Nuo actually felt that Yang Xu should be more concerned with Aisha's beauty and enjoying her body, and not bother with the less pleasant aspects. Seeing them might lead to unpleasant associations later. However, seeing Yang Xu's apparent interest, she brought a basin and then produced something resembling a USB drive. She inserted it into the area of Aisha's anus and pressed a button. A faint vibrating sound suddenly occurred, and a rapid stream of liquid was sprayed from the rear of the device, which Xu Nuo accurately caught in the basin. For reasons unknown, Yang Xu even took a deep breath, wanting to know the scent of the liquid expelled from Aisha's body. To his surprise, it had a faint, pleasant fragrance. "What is this? Why does it smell like this?" Yang Xu wasn't foolish enough to believe this was its natural scent. "It's a specially formulated enema solution, prepared for today's initiation ceremony. Fragrances were added; we can't release toxic gases in front of the audience, can we?" Xu Nuo replied curtly. She also informed Yang Xu that Aisha's bowel movements were managed this way. Of course, excretion was strictly controlled. There were fixed times each day, and three hours before defecation, the enema solution had to be injected into her body to thoroughly mix with the residue in her intestines, facilitating its expulsion through this small opening. As for urination, it was expelled directly. Her chastity belt was designed to be permeable to water and air, requiring only timely cleaning. However, under normal circumstances, Aisha would wear adult diapers to prevent any odor from escaping. After expelling the liquid from Aisha's body, Yang Xu, following Xu Nuo's instructions, used a pair of pliers to break Aisha's waistband and remove her chastity belt. This revealed a square tail end, with a cylindrical part that entered Aisha's body at the anus. Xu Nuo took out an anchor-shaped tail piece, similar to the one Yang Xu held, and attached it to the square opening. She then rotated the anchor body. After a click, Xu Nuo stepped back, leaving Yang Xu to extract the object from Aisha's body himself. Yang Xu began to pull tentatively. Slowly, a portion of the thin rod was withdrawn, and then resistance increased. He began to pull harder, but could only move it a little before it stopped. As soon as he loosened his grip, Aisha cried out in pain. "You can't do it like this. You must control your strength. When you encounter resistance, pull repeatedly and then pull out a significant section in one go," Xu Nuo reminded Yang Xu. The others exchanged glances, their gazes finally settling on Aisha's face, awaiting her opinion. "Alas, it seems I am still the villain. For a slave, punishment is an integral part of training. How would our Master know we are not enjoying it? Since Master dislikes this method, we shall no longer use the plum blossom needles on Shangluo, nor will we whip her soles 100 times. Everyone knows of the foot shackles, the ones David designed earlier? Let's lock Shangluo in those. What do you say?" Just as Yang Xu was wondering what foot shackles were, Xu Nuo flipped through her phone and projected an image onto the screen. Yang Xu then understood that the foot shackles resembled a baseless sandal, but with a metal upper and a heavily curved sole. If locked in these, a person could essentially only stand on tiptoe, leaning on something for support, and would be unable to walk. Yang Xu clapped his hands, drawing the attention of all the girls at the conference table. "If you've made your decision, don't call me. This isn't me being angry, but rather feeling that we are truly on different wavelengths. So, if Shangluo has no objections, let's have a vote. Excluding me, there are 5 of you, an odd number." After speaking, Yang Xu walked out directly. Often, emotional outbursts are a process of accumulation. This passivity had already left a mark on Yang Xu's heart. Despite the various uncontrollable factors ultimately benefiting him, the sense of gain and loss grew increasingly severe. Even when he went for walks with Shangluo, his original intention was to spend better time with her and deepen their relationship. Yet, guarding a beauty and being unable to do anything, even though he was inwardly content, the anxiety and negative emotions gradually intensified, merely masked by his rationality. In the morning, Yang Xu had specifically gone to Aisha's. He had thought his explanation would make her abandon her pursuit of this matter, but he hadn't expected to end up in a three-way interrogation. This made him extremely displeased. Even if he wasn't the master, he had admitted his mistakes and done his homework, yet this was the outcome. He was very unhappy. Huang Ying quickly followed him out, grabbing his arm and saying, "Don't be like this. No one is thinking what you imagine. Sister Luo also agrees to these rules." Yang Xu looked at Huang Ying, nodded, and smiled slightly. He said softly, "I don't like this place. It's too unfamiliar." While Huang Ying was stunned, Yang Xu broke free from her arm, pressed the elevator button, picked up Fang Ke from his company, and returned to his own apartment. Upon returning home, Fang Ke went to her bedroom and quickly changed into her at-home maid outfit. She put on handcuffs and leg shackles, and with the clinking of metal, she did housework and prepared dinner. Yang Xu felt a bit tired and lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He thought about the intimacy he shared with Shangluo last night, which seemed to be right before his eyes, so clear. He suddenly felt that Shangluo belonged to him only when she was with him. This had to be a world for just the two of them. Once other women were involved, Shangluo seemed to transform into someone else, becoming so unfamiliar. Lost in thought, he fell asleep. He didn't know how long he slept. When he woke up, he found Fang Ke kneeling by his bedside, watching him. "You don't need to do this in the future. If games and life become indistinguishable, one becomes very tired." Yang Xu reached out and pulled Fang Ke up, letting her sit by his bedside. "Master, dinner is ready, but it's gotten a bit cold," Fang Ke said softly to Yang Xu, as if she had made a grave mistake. "It's fine on a hot day, as long as it's not spoiled." Yang Xu reached out and grasped Fang Ke's slender wrist, fiddling with the exquisite handcuffs on her wrist. These handcuffs were custom-made for her. As a slave who interacted with Yang Xu the most, Huang Ying was very attentive to her. Many of the "jewelry" she wore were not ordinary items bought from the market but were meticulously designed by professionals, simple and elegant, serving a dual purpose as both jewelry and restraints. In fact, many of the accessories women wore were actually modifications of torture devices. Fang Ke obediently extended her hand to Yang Xu, allowing him to play with it more conveniently. "Fang Ke, do you genuinely enjoy this life, or are you forced into it for money? I know both reasons exist. I mean, which one is more important?" Yang Xu sat up, embraced her slender waist, and pulled Fang Ke into his arms. However, the metal on her body immediately made him aware of what she was enduring. He then asked Fang Ke softly, wondering if he should set some rules for her, at least to make her daily life more convenient and free. When Shang Luo left, Zhao Li looked at Yang Xu and said softly, "My body is inconvenient, I cannot pay my respects. Does Master have any instructions?" "Bringing luggage? Didn't we say we'd discuss the time and place today? I thought since you were short on time, we'd just be nominal playmates. But do you really have to wear that iron plate on you all the time?" Yang Xu was actually very curious why Zhao Li chose him. Before, she had said it was for occasional fun, but now Zhao Li came over, humble and polite, and brought Li Jia. This made Yang Xu a bit confused about the situation. Was it a buy-one-get-one-free deal? "Heh, Master believes those rumors too? Even if I could endure this restraint, there's nothing that cannot be broken. It's actually just to satisfy everyone's imagination. I haven't denied those rumors. If Master likes it, I can continue to be your doll or a living statue. If Master likes other games, everything of mine belongs to Master, and I will obey Master's arrangements." Without outsiders, Zhao Li seemed to relax. At least her speech was less formal, losing that noblewoman's reserve, making her more down-to-earth. Yang Xu began to examine the frame on Zhao Li's body. The workmanship was very fine. The rings that locked her thighs and ankles also had no visible keyholes, making Yang Xu think that this thing could only be forcibly dismantled. But what was attached to Zhao Li's body in the first place? After Zhao Li's explanation, Yang Xu learned that the base she was standing on was indeed metal, but it could also be unlocked. However, after she was placed on it, the keyhole was resealed with wax and then repainted, so the location of the lock was not visible. Yang Xu couldn't help but laugh. He had been prejudiced, believing the rumors and thinking she was permanently restrained. Soon, Yang Xu used the key Zhao Li brought to free her from the base. However, to Yang Xu's surprise, this frame was not just for restraining Zhao Li's body. The part that contacted her lower body actually had hidden mechanisms. It was divided into a three-way tube, with one tube inserted into her urethra, another into her anus, and the middle one directly entering her beautiful vulva. Fortunately, Yang Xu had recently started a company and had a medical room, so he understood the insertion and removal of catheters. It took him considerable effort to completely free Zhao Li. "How long have you been standing on this thing?" Yang Xu was curious how long Zhao Li could endure on it. "Well, it's been over a day. After all, one has to prepare in advance for this kind of event. I started putting myself on it yesterday afternoon, adapted for a while, and then went to the venue for a rehearsal. After all, if something went wrong on stage, my reputation would be ruined." After being taken down, Zhao Li spoke much more easily. It was evident that wearing this thing was extremely painful for her, yet she could still smile and chat as if nothing happened. This made Yang Xu admire the capabilities of this big shot in the industry. It wasn't for nothing that she had become a legend. Yang Xu and Zhao Li took a bath together. This kind of open and honest encounter directly brought them closer. Soon, they were "practicing martial arts" on the bed. After being fixed on the steel pole for over a day, Zhao Li's body was already extremely sensitive. She succumbed after only a few moves, letting Yang Xu ride her and vent his desires. Zhao Li didn't come over on her balance scooter this time. Today, she was dressed in a beige dress, the kind a girl next door might wear, with apricot-colored high heels and her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, making her look much younger. "Other people put on makeup to become prettier, but you look like a completely different person," Yang Xu remarked, impressed. Zhao Li's simple change made her seem like two different people. Zhao Li blinked, then softly said this was her natural look, though she had put on some makeup – a popular "barely-there" style. Yang Xu actually preferred her current appearance; it felt more down-to-earth and approachable. Too tired to do anything else, Yang Xu simply chatted with Zhao Li that evening and they fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, after breakfast, all of Yang Xu's "slaves" changed into matching white Chinese qipaos and, wearing shackles and handcuffs, came to the living room. Yang Xu had previously fitted Yu Yan with piercings, but the private ones had been postponed due to travel. Now that she was recovering, Yu Yan's primary role was to accept Shang Luo's training, so this was the perfect opportunity to complete all the missed procedures. Yang Xu had originally planned to fit Yu Yan with the piercings himself when they were alone, as he was quite interested in the process and didn't want to rush through it without savoring the pleasure. However, Shang Luo and Aisha disagreed. Since they were a group, and this was meant to be a process for Yu Yan to integrate into their circle, Yang Xu giving her special treatment might stir resentment among the other slaves. Furthermore, training was a process that required constant reinforcement and affirmation. Ultimately, at Yu Yan's request, Yang Xu agreed with everyone, and during their travels, they discussed various piercing designs in their free time. The design plans were sent to the factory before their return, and the results were delivered immediately upon their arrival. Along with the piercings, some restraints for holding the body in place were also delivered. Under Zhao Li's supervision, and with all the girls watching grandly and ceremoniously, Yang Xu used tools to fit Yu Yan with piercings in her nether regions, imbuing the act with a strong sense of ritual. In addition to the piercings, Yang Xu also fitted Yu Yan with a special device – strictly speaking, a metal neck and wrist restraint, but shaped horizontally like a single bar. Her arms had to be held out to the sides, with her wrists secured to the restraint. Yang Xu stated this was to prevent Yu Yan from touching herself, but this posture made it difficult for her to stand for long periods. The most energy-efficient position was to lie down. Initially, Yu Yan could walk a couple of steps with the neck and wrist restraint. Despite the fresh piercings, she endured the pain to demonstrate its effect. However, sweat soon beaded on her forehead. The metal restraint was quite heavy, and more importantly, it required her to support the weight of her arms. The pressure on her neck also made it difficult for Yu Yan to breathe, forcing her to strain to keep her arms as level as possible. Yang Xu didn't push Yu Yan too hard. After a brief demonstration, he led her upstairs to her bedroom and had her lie on the bed. He then used chains on the bed to spread her legs wide in an 'X' shape