Wan Tang's Remote Orgasm

Lin Wantang stood before the vast floor-to-ceiling mirror in the dance studio, her right leg raised high, toes pointed, attempting to stretch her body into a perfect arc. Only she, Shen Zhixi, and eight other classmates were practicing late in the studio. The piano accompaniment was low and lingering. Wantang wore a black leotard and white tights, but upon closer inspection, the outline of her four-cornered panties could be faintly discerned, snugly encased by the white tights. The area of her "back garden" seemed to have a slight bulge. Wantang's face was flushed. Partly from the exertion of dancing, but mostly because her body no longer entirely belonged to herself. Those panties—the specially made, high-waisted, glossy black ones that Shen Qingyao had personally put on her—felt like an iron hoop, tightly cinching her hip bones and buttocks. The material was a military-grade Kevlar blend, impossible to cut or tear. Embedded on the side was a micro electromagnetic lock, no larger than a fingernail, emitting an almost inaudible "drip" sound, as if mocking her futility. In the center of the crotch of the panties was a specially designed retaining slot. In her "back garden," the electroshock pleasure egg had been inserted for a full six hours. The oval-shaped black silicone toy, covered in fine bumps, was pressed against her most sensitive spot, emitting a faint warmth. The tail of the vibrator was connected to a very thin metal chain, which passed through two small holes on the outer labia and was then clipped into the panty's retaining buckle, ensuring it couldn't slip out no matter how she writhed. Even more terrifying was the clitoral suction device—a small, bowl-shaped transparent silicone suction cup, like a greedy little mouth, clamped tightly onto her exquisitely sensitive nub. Inside the suction cup was a micro air pump that gently contracted every few seconds, creating the illusion of being licked by a tongue. Lin Wantang could even feel it "breathing," pulse by pulse, like Shen Qingyao's tongue licking her through the air. Her "back garden" was even more humiliating. A metal G-spot plug, moderate in thickness but with a slight upward curve, its bulbous head perfectly pressing against the most sensitive part of her rectal wall. The tail was secured by a thin chain to a buckle in the center of her butt crack, the chain then looping back to the rear waistband of the panties, pulled taut. The slightest clench of her buttocks would cause the cold metal to slide slightly inside, an unparalleled sensation. Utterly humiliating. All of this was tightly locked away by those damned panties. Want to take them off? First, the electromagnetic lock on the side had to be disengaged. But the key—no, the remote control—was in Shen Qingyao's hand. Shen Qingyao was currently sitting in the far corner of the last row of the studio, wearing a loose white T-shirt and sweatpants, looking as gentle and harmless as ever. She held a bottle of mineral water in one hand, while the other was casually resting on her phone screen, her fingertip lightly swiping across an inconspicuous app interface. Lin Wantang knew what that interface looked like. A pink background, with a heart-shaped button in the center, and below it, four rows of sliders: - Vibrator: Levels 1-10 - Suction: Low/Medium/High/Intense - Electric Shock: Mild/Stinging/Spasmodic - Random Mode: ON/OFF She was about to execute a wide Arabesque turn, her right leg raised high, her torso leaning forward, trying to stabilize her center of gravity. At that precise moment, Shen Qingyao's fingertip gently tapped. "Buzz—" The vibrator activated at the third level without any warning. Lin Wantang's body stiffened abruptly, her toes nearly slipping. She bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to continue raising her leg and hold the pose. In the mirror, her face instantly turned crimson, her eyes glistening with a thin layer of moisture. No one in the studio noticed. The piano continued, and the classmates were immersed in their own movements. But Lin Wantang felt as if she had been stripped naked and thrown into the public eye. The suction device followed, activating at the medium setting. That little mouth suddenly tightened, as if someone were cupping her clitoris with their lips, sucking hard, then releasing, then sucking again. The rhythm was not fast, but it was extremely precise. Each contraction sent tremors through her lower abdomen, making her legs weak. She could even hear a faint "pop" sound from her nether regions, like a wet kiss. She wanted to clench her legs, to suppress the maddening tingling, but the G-spot plug in her "back garden" immediately reminded her—the tighter she clenched, the deeper it would press. The cold metal ball head pressed against that sensitive spot, creating a feeling of fullness and numbness, as if someone were slowly stroking inside her. Zhi Xi crouched beside Wan Tang, her fingertips gently tracing the red marks left by the ropes, as if confirming her masterpiece. Wan Tang's body still trembled slightly, the horse-straddle position having pushed her limbs to the brink of agony. Her breasts were high, her hips arched, her short skirt already rolled up to her waist, exposing her private parts through the cut-out of her white pantyhose. Her labia were slightly swollen from prolonged exposure and prior stimulation, her clitoris like a engorged little pearl, glistening with moisture. The air carried a faint, sweet, musky scent of her bodily secretions. Zhi Xi retrieved a long, white feather from the bedside table – a prop she'd bought from a professional dance supply store. Its tip was fine and soft, yet incredibly elastic, capable of eliciting the most subtle tickles. She gripped the feather's shaft, a gentle smile playing on her lips, and slowly brought it closer to Wan Tang's nether regions. Wan Tang's eyes widened instantly, her pupils contracting. She felt a cool breeze precede the feather's touch on her most intimate skin, then the feather itself – first on the inner thigh, through the thin layer of white pantyhose, its tip skimming like a dragonfly's kiss. Her body instinctively shuddered, a muffled whimper escaping her gagged mouth, "Mmm!! Mmmph!!" She writhed desperately, trying to press her hips down, to escape the tickling sensation. But the horse-straddle ropes held her fast, the loops connecting her wrists and ankles tightening with every movement. The ropes dug into her skin, bringing a dull, real pain, yet they prevented her from closing her legs. Her knees were fixed at a ninety-degree angle, her thighs spread wide, her private parts exposed as if for sacrifice. The feather finally brushed against the outer labia. Zhi Xi's touch was agonizingly slow, starting from the bottom and moving upwards, gently stroking along the folds of her left labia. The feather's tip was soft, yet it created a subtle friction, like countless fine threads scraping. Wan Tang's body arched violently, her chest heaving beneath the restraints, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her white blouse. She bit down on the sodden pantyhose, desperately trying to scream, but only managing choked, sharp moans: "Mmmph! Mmmph!! No... Mmmph!!" Her mind felt torn asunder: Why... why was Zhi Xi doing this to her? Just because of that 'first'? This woman was insane... I didn't do anything wrong... Yet her body betrayed her, the tickling sensation shooting from her private parts to her lower abdomen, mingling with a strange, electric numbness, causing her vaginal opening to involuntarily quiver. Zhi Xi didn't stop. She turned the feather towards Wan Tang's clitoris, first circling it gently, the tip hovering over the tender skin like it was teasing a shy pearl. Wan Tang's whimpers escalated into high-pitched sobs: "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!! Stop... stop... Mmmph!!" She shook her head frantically, the black silk hood rustling softly against the sheets. Her hips tried to sink down, but the tension of the ropes only allowed a slight tremor, making the feather's touch even more distinct. Zhi Xi suddenly increased her speed, the feather vibrating rapidly against the clitoris, like an invisible brush, gentle yet merciless. Wan Tang's abdomen contracted sharply, a surge of heat erupting, dripping down her labia. "Mmmph!!! Mmmph!!" she cried, her voice hoarse, saliva pooling at the edges of the pantyhose in her mouth, drawing a glistening thread. Shame burned through her: I... I lost control in front of her... like a slutty animal... She must be laughing at me... Zhi Xi played with the feather for a full twenty minutes before setting it down. Wan Tang was already so weak she could only sob, her body limp in the restraints, her private parts red, swollen, and slick. Zhi Xi stood up, slowly and deliberately removing her yoga pants, then her black lace underwear. The underwear had been worn all day, damp and heavy in the crotch, carrying a potent odor – a mixture of urine, sweat, and secretions, pungent and sweet. She held the underwear, walked to Wan Tang's face, crouched down, and held the wettest, stinkiest part directly under her nose. "Tang Tang, come, take a deep breath," Zhi Xi's voice was as gentle as a dance instructor teaching basic steps. Wan Tang desperately turned her head, her eyes wide with terror: "Mmmph!! No... Mmmph, ugh!!" Zhi Xi clasped the back of her head, pressing her face down firmly. The warm, moist fabric pressed against her nostrils, and the intense odor instantly flooded her nasal cavity, like a wave of heat rushing straight to her brain. Wan Tang's nostrils flared, her body instinctively trying to hold her breath, but she could only inhale deeply, each breath filled with Zhi Xi's scent. "Ugh... Mmmph!! So stinky... Let go... Mmmph!!" she gagged, tears and snot mixing. Her mind collapsed: It's so dirty... so humiliating... How could she... what does she think I am... Zhi Xi held it there for a full five minutes before releasing her. She then pulled the underwear over Wan Tang's head, temporarily securing it with tape just below her nose, forcing her to continue smelling it. Next, she produced a pair of black, thigh-high stockings – the thinnest 15D kind, carrying her faint perfume. She stretched the stockings open and slowly pulled them down over Wan Tang's head. First, her hair was enveloped, then her forehead, eyes, nose, mouth, all the way down to her chin. The stockings clung to her skin, her vision becoming a hazy, dark blur, her breathing accompanied by a silky friction. Zhi Xi pulled the stocking legs up to her neck, wrapping them around four times – tightening each loop to ensure it constricted without completely blocking her airway – then tied a secure knot, like a black collar of servitude. The stockings slightly indented the skin of her neck, bringing a mild sense of suffocation. Wan Tang's whimpers grew weaker: "Mmmph... Mmmph... Take it off..." She felt like a packaged toy, completely stripped of her humanity. The torment continued until late into the night. Zhi Xi again gently pressed her nipples, pinched the edges of her clitoris, but always kept her on the brink, never allowing her to climax, just hanging her on the edge. Wan Tang finally grew weak, her angry whimpers turning into low sobs, her body exhausted, like a puddle of mud. Zhi Xi seemed to begin to relent, starting to untie Wan Tang. She first unfastened the connecting knots on her wrists and ankles – the ropes were cotton, and she slowly picked at the tight knots with her fingers, first loosening the main loop, then unwinding it. Wan Tang's body went limp with a "thud," her limbs finally able to stretch slightly, but trembling with soreness. Next were the leg ropes. Zhi Xi began from her ankles, unwinding them in reverse, gently massaging the reddened skin with each turn. As her knees straightened, Wan Tang let out a pained groan: "Mmmph... Hurts..." Once the ropes at her inner thighs were undone, her legs fell open weakly, her private parts fully exposed. The cool air blowing over them made her shudder again. The ropes on her wrists and elbows were the last to be untied. Zhi Xi first loosened the horizontal rope binding her elbows together, allowing her arms to hang naturally; then she unwound the eight turns around her wrists, layer by layer. The rope marks were clearly visible, her skin red and swollen, but unbroken. She didn't remove the gagged pantyhose, nor did she take away the foul-smelling underwear from under her nose. She took out two pairs of silver handcuffs – lightweight police issue, lined with flannel on the inside to prevent chafing. First, she cuffed her right wrist to the iron railing of the bed – *click*, locked. Wan Tang's arm was stretched out, her shoulder aching. Then, she cuffed her left ankle to her right wrist, forming a semi-curled side position. Another pair of handcuffs connected her right ankle to her left wrist, ensuring she couldn't roll over or straighten out, only curl up like a fetus. Zhi Xi secured the foul-smelling underwear more firmly with tape, positioning it right under her nose, ensuring she smelled it with every breath. "Sleep, Tang Tang," she kissed her forehead through the black stockings. "Tomorrow, there'll be more fun." Wan Tang's eyelids grew heavy. Shame, exhaustion, the smell, the restraints – it all crushed her. Her whimpers gradually faded into breathing, and she drifted off into a daze amidst the blurry black stocking vision and the overpowering body odor. The bedroom door was locked by Zhi Xi with a *click*. The long night finally fell silent. Wan Tang woke up in pain in the middle of the night. The metal edges of the handcuffs dug into the bones of her wrists and ankles. The kneeling-like curl pressed her knees into the bed, and poor blood circulation in her legs sent a tingling numbness like countless needles pricking her. She tried to roll over, but the handcuff chains were cruelly short. Her right wrist was cuffed to the headboard, her left ankle connected to her right wrist, and her right ankle connected to her left wrist, forming a twisted kneeling posture – her knees forced to bend, her hips slightly raised, as if silently begging for something. The black stocking hood clung tightly to her face, and the friction of the silk against her skin during breaths brought a damp, stuffy heat. The black lace panties from Zhi Xi, taped tightly under her nose, forced every inhale to fill her lungs with that potent, fishy, stale odor – a mixture of urine stains, sweat, and secretions, like an invisible tube pumping Zhi Xi's bodily scent directly into her lungs. Her first instinct was to whimper, "Mmm… ah… it hurts…" The wad of white pantyhose stuffed in her mouth was already soaked with saliva. The salty, foot-sweat smell mixed with her own drool made her throat tighten. Tears of grievance welled up, soaking the black stockings and further blurring her vision. Humiliation washed over her first. I… I, Lin Wan Tang, the gold medalist of the national competition, how could I have become like this? Not long ago, I was on the podium, bathed in glory, everyone applauding me. Now, I'm like a slutty maid, tied to the bed, my mouth stuffed with someone else's stinky pantyhose, her dirty underwear taped to my nose, my lower body bare… She remembered the tickling sensation of feathers against her private parts, the moment she lost control and wet herself, her body uncontrollably spraying fluid like a rutting animal. Zhi Xi's laughter still echoed in her ears, gentle like a knife, slicing away at her dignity. She cried for a long time, her shoulders shaking. Her face, hidden beneath the black stocking hood, possessed a hazy beauty. She had to admit that Zhi Xi's jealousy was not entirely unfounded. Wan Tang was slender, with long, elegant legs that were a sight to behold in white dance stockings. Her features were delicate, her long black hair cascaded down, and her smile was like the spring breeze of February passing through the human world, the white moonlight in the hearts of countless people. But now, Wan Tang's humiliated heart… Why? Just because I won first place? This woman is insane… She must be jealous of me, hating me for stealing her spotlight. But what did I do wrong? I just danced better than her… As she cried, her tears eventually ran dry. Pain and exhaustion gradually calmed her. She began to assess her situation. First, her body: her limbs were cuffed into a kneeling position, immobile. Her mouth was stuffed, unable to utter a sound. The black stocking on her head acted like a blindfold, blurring her vision. The stench of the panties under her nose had nowhere to escape. Her lower body… the maid's short skirt was rolled up to her waist, the cut-out in the crotch of the white pantyhose exposing her private parts completely. A cool breeze blew, and her labia were still slightly swollen, retaining the dampness from last night. Her breasts were half-exposed, her nipples hardened from friction. She tried to clench her buttocks, but it only intensified the soreness. Then, the environment: this was Zhi Xi's bedroom. She remembered the princess bed, the floor-to-ceiling window, the rose-scented diffuser. Now the door was locked, and the windows were surely sealed shut. Her phone… where was her phone? It was in her bag before she lost consciousness last night, but now the bag was gone. Zhi Xi must have taken it. Her social circle was clean – most of her dance department classmates were mere acquaintances, with few true friends. A best friend? No, she was naturally aloof and didn't like to cling. Parents… her parents were working out of town. Her father was in finance at a coastal factory, and her mother accompanied him. They only called once every six months. The last contact was before the competition; she'd called with the good news of winning gold, and her mother had simply said, "Practice well, don't get arrogant." They wouldn't report her missing because they had no idea she was gone. School? She lived in a small building next to the school; no one would notice her absence. Escape? How could she escape? She was cuffed, unable to cry out. Zhi Xi's house was a villa in the suburbs; the nearest neighbor was at least several hundred meters away. The door lock was a fingerprint lock; she didn't know how to operate it. Were there security bars on the windows? She didn't know. But even if she escaped, with her lower body bare, wearing a maid's outfit, her mouth stuffed with pantyhose, where could she run? Call the police? With what? Zhi Xi would say she was willing, that they were playing a role-playing game. Who would believe that a top-ranked dance student was kidnapped by the second-ranked one? Countermeasures… her mind raced. Pretend to be submissive? Wait for Zhi Xi to let her guard down and find an opportunity to steal her phone? Or launch a surprise attack during dance practice? But Zhi Xi was similar to her, also a beautiful girl, with comparable strength, yet Wan Tang was currently weak and limp all over. Moreover, this woman was unpredictable; who knew what the next prop would be. Despair began to creep in. She remembered herself on the podium, so proud, so pure. Now she was as dirty as trash. Tears flowed again, but this time silently. She began to hate herself: why did she trust Zhi Xi so much? Why did she drink that cup of water? Why didn't she guard herself? As she hated, her hatred turned to Zhi Xi: this rich girl, who had everything she ever wanted since childhood, had become so twisted because of a second-place finish. She wants to ruin me… just to satisfy her pathological possessiveness. All night, she tossed and turned, thinking amidst the pain, the stench, and the restraints. Sometimes she cried in humiliation, sometimes she planned calmly, sometimes she was blank with despair. Towards the latter half of the night, she was utterly exhausted and drifted off into a daze again. In her dream, she was still dancing on stage, but her feet were chained, and in the audience, there was only Zhi Xi, laughing. The sensation was like being forcibly filled by a thick, hard foreign object, the inner walls scraped raw by the nubs, each movement bringing excruciating pain and a bizarre sense of fullness. The thing was too long, too thick, its head pressing into the deepest recesses. The nubs felt like countless tiny needles, lodged in sensitive folds, and a slight clenching of her vulva brought a tearing pain. Wan Tang's mind snapped awake with a buzzing sound. Her first instinct was that something was wrong with her lower body – a distension, pain, fullness, as if she were permanently pinned. She looked down. Her dance costume, stockings, and lace panties were gone. Only a pair of black high-waisted panties remained, the material unnervingly tight, like a second skin, cinching her waist, hips, and the roots of her thighs. A distinct bulge protruded from the crotch, a long, cylindrical shape, the outline of a shaft vaguely visible. It was integrated with the panties at the base, and a cold, hard electronic lock was affixed to her hip. "Ah!!! What... what is this...!! Take it off!!!" Wan Tang screamed as she sat up, her voice hoarse and tearful. She desperately clawed at the edges of the panties, her nails digging into the material, but found that while incredibly elastic, they wouldn't stretch or tear. They were cut-proof and puncture-proof, like military-grade fiber. The harder she pulled, the more they snapped back. The shaft slid inside her with her movements, its nubs scraping her G-spot, bringing a humiliating pleasure mixed with agony. "It hurts... Ah!! It hurts so much...!!" Sobbing, she lunged towards Zhi Xi, tears already streaming, her eyes swollen and red, looking pitifully like a frightened small animal. But the iron chain around her neck yanked her back sharply. With a clang, she stumbled to her knees, her knees hitting the wooden floor, gasping in pain. The shaft was pushed deeper by her kneeling posture. Her waist went weak, and she almost collapsed. Zhi Xi stood by, smiling, and pressed the remote. She started with a low vibration setting. The shaft suddenly buzzed, the nubs seeming to come alive, furiously grinding against her inner walls and G-spot. "Ahhh!!! Stop... don't vibrate...!!! Stop...!!" Wan Tang screamed and fell to the floor, pressing her hands desperately against her crotch, trying to suppress the vibration. But it only pushed the shaft deeper, the vibrations shooting straight to her uterus. She writhed and struggled on the floor, her legs clenching and releasing, her arousal fluid uncontrollably gushing out, soaking the crotch of her panties and making wet sounds. Tears and snot mixed, streaming down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook with sobs, and she looked pleadingly at Zhi Xi. "Zhi Xi... turn it off... it hurts... it really hurts..." Zhi Xi sneered inwardly. *Scream, darling. The louder the better. No one can hear you out here in the countryside. Look at this slut, wet in less than a minute, her little garden already swollen, and she's still pretending to be pure? Her trembling legs are so beautiful, and she's even cuter when she cries. Let's play with her a bit more.* The vibration intensified to medium, doubling the sensation. The nubs felt like a drill scraping her G-spot. Wan Tang's waist arched, orgasm approaching, but the pain far outweighed the pleasure. "Ahhh!! No... I can't take it... I'm going to... I'm going to break...!!" She rolled, trying to crawl towards Zhi Xi's feet, but the chain held her back. Tears soaked the floor. "Zhi Xi... turn it off... I'll be good... I'll do anything... Please... I'll be your slave... Stop vibrating..." Her voice trembled as she looked up, tears clinging to her eyelashes, looking so fragile, as if she might shatter. Zhi Xi turned off the vibration. Wan Tang let out a sigh of relief, only to see Zhi Xi dangle the remote in her hand. Wan Tang's eyes lit up, a flicker of hope igniting in her despair. She suddenly lunged, her hands reaching for the remote. "Give it to me!! Take this away... you pervert!!" Her fingers were almost touching it when Zhi Xi took a step back. The chain yanked Wan Tang, causing her to miss and fall. Zhi Xi's smile turned colder as she pressed the remote – high vibration combined with a mild electric shock. "Buzz-zz-zz!!" As the shaft vibrated wildly, an electric current shot from the nubs, directly hitting the most sensitive parts of her inner walls. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! It hurts!!! Stop!!! I'm going to die...!!" Wan Tang screamed and convulsed, her entire body twitching like an electrocuted fish, bouncing on the floor. Her vulva contracted violently, gripping the shaft tighter. The dual stimulation of electricity and vibration caused her to instantly lose control of her bladder. Urine mixed with arousal fluid sprayed out, soaking her panties and running down her thighs. Her hands scrabbled at the floor, her nails leaving marks. Her legs straightened and then curled, her chest heaving, her cries broken. "No... the electricity... I was wrong... turn it off... Zhi Xi... Master... I was wrong!!!" Zhi Xi felt a thrill of excitement. *Dare to snatch it? So cute. Look at her twitching, pissing herself. Her little garden must be swollen like a bun. A few more times, and she'll be completely submissive.* The punishment lasted for thirty seconds. Wan Tang's eyes rolled back, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, her body still convulsing. Zhi Xi turned it off, and Wan Tang collapsed, gasping for breath, her tears having soaked a patch of the floor. But Wan Tang was not resigned. She crawled up again, weakly lunging for the remote. "Give... give it to me... you can't... do this..." Zhi Xi easily dodged her. This time, she directly activated the highest vibration setting with medium electric shock. "Zzzt-buzz-buzz!!!" Wan Tang screamed and fell to the floor, her body arching like a shrimp. Her vulva felt like it was burning and being drilled, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She screamed and climaxed – a forced, humiliating orgasm. A gush of arousal fluid, followed by another release of urine, streamed out. She writhed and cried, "Ahhh!!! I'm going to break... I'm going to break... Please... stop... I'll agree to anything...!!" Her cries were heart-wrenching, pitiful enough to soften a heart, yet carrying a fragile beauty of being destroyed. Her hands tried to dig out the shaft, but could only press against her crotch, sobbing. The roots of her thighs trembled, wetness spreading from her panties onto the floor. Zhi Xi played with her twice more. Each time Wan Tang recovered enough to try and snatch the remote, she was met with even harsher combinations of punishment. After the third time, Wan Tang was completely drained, lying on the floor, tears and snot mixed together, her body trembling. Her vulva throbbed with a mix of pain and numbness, arousal fluid and urine creating a messy puddle. She crawled weakly to Zhi Xi's feet, hugging her leg, and whimpered softly. "Zhi Xi... Master... I was wrong... Please don't punish me anymore... I'll be good... I'll wear this to class... I'll do anything you say... Please... spare me..." Her voice was faint, her eyes looking up, tears rolling down, as pitiful as a broken kitten. Zhi Xi squatted down and stroked her face. "Good girl, Tang Tang. Get used to this first. You'll wear this to class the day after tomorrow. If you dare disobey, I'll release the photos and give you the highest electric shock for a whole day." Wan Tang's heart jolted. Her mind raced, but she could only nod weakly, whimpering, "...Yes... yes, Master... Zhi Xi..." Wan Tang let out a scream, her legs giving out as she sank to her knees. The dildo hummed, its nubs furiously grinding against her inner walls. She pressed her hands to her crotch, her face instantly flushing, sweat beading on her forehead. Her voice cracked, "Stop... stop vibrating... I'm wearing it... I'm almost done wearing it..." Zhi Xi looked down at her with arrogant disdain. "Then keep going. Don't stop." Tears streaming down her face, Wan Tang continued to pull on the pantyhose. The high waistband covered her navel, cinching tightly over her custom-made underwear, feeling like an extra layer of iron. Once the vibration stopped, she gasped for air, her face as red as a ripe apple, her eyes glistening and pitiful. Next was the black school swimsuit. The fabric was thick and elastic, the triangular gusset of the crotch taut. Wan Tang first slipped her feet in, and as she pulled it up to her waist, the bulge of her custom underwear was pressed flat by the swimsuit, pushing the dildo even deeper. Her hands trembled violently as she zipped it up, and Zhi Xi suddenly pressed the medium setting on the vibrator. "Bzzzzzzzz!!!" "Ahhhhh!!! No... don't... I can't pull it up...!" Wan Tang screamed, bending over, her waist arched, her breasts heaving. Two distinct peaks pushed against the swimsuit fabric. She flailed her hands, trying to steady herself, but only succeeded in making the dildo press harder. The vibration hit her G-spot directly, her legs weakening until she collapsed to her knees. A fresh wave of lubrication welled up, soaking the crotch of the swimsuit. Fortunately, the material of her custom underwear was odor-proof and absorbent. Her face burned with a feverish flush, her eyes half-closed, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her voice, choked with sobs, pleaded, "Zhi Xi... Master... turn it off... I'm wearing it... I'm done wearing it... please..." Zhi Xi let out an arrogant snort. "You're slow, so you're punished. Continue." Wan Tang sobbed as she pulled the zipper all the way up. The swimsuit hugged her body tightly, completely concealing the custom underwear beneath. The snug fit made the dildo feel even deeper. She stood up, panting, her thighs trembling, her core throbbing with a mixture of pain, swelling, and itching. Finally, it was time for the gray skirt and white blouse. As she pulled the skirt up, the hem covered her mid-thighs. The outline of the swimsuit gusset was faintly visible, but hidden by the skirt. She buttoned the blouse and tied the collar, making her look like an ordinary high school girl – except for the electronic collar and chain around Then came five identical pairs of white pantyhose, brand new and unopened, 100D ice silk, with a subtle sheen, cool and smooth to the touch yet extremely elastic. Zhi Xi unfolded each one, shaking them out, and they writhed in her hands like five white snakes. She returned to the bedside, sitting beside Wan Tang, and pinched Wan Tang's chin with one hand. Wan Tang was already at her limit, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to turn her head away, but Zhi Xi held her steady with ease. "Open your mouth," Zhi Xi's voice was calm, yet carried an irrefutable command. Tears welled up in Wan Tang's eyes again, and she weakly shook her head, "Mmm... no..." Zhi Xi's fingers tightened, forcing Wan Tang's jaw open. She shoved the tightly rolled thigh-high stocking directly into her mouth. The fabric wad was large, instantly filling Wan Tang's oral cavity. The cotton material rubbed against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, the lace edge scraping her lips, causing a faint, itchy sensation. Wan Tang instinctively tried to spit it out, her tongue desperately pushing outwards, but only managed to shove the wad deeper, pushing it towards her throat. She let out a muffled protest, "Nnngh... mmmph...!" Her voice was completely choked off, only a faint whimper escaping her nose, like a cat with its throat squeezed. Saliva was immediately absorbed by the thigh-high stocking. Zhi Xi watched her helpless state with satisfaction and picked up the first pair of white pantyhose. She first stretched open the crotch area of the pantyhose—the triangular section that normally covered the private parts was pulled into a large circle by her hands, like a white mask. Then she began to pull it down from the top of Wan Tang's head. The cool, smooth sensation of the pantyhose first covered Wan Tang's forehead, the ice silk sliding down her hair with a faint rustling sound. Wan Tang shook her head desperately, trying to dislodge it, but her limbs were restrained, so she could only move her head from side to side, which only made the pantyhose slide down more smoothly. The pantyhose continued downwards, passing over her eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of her nose, until the crotch area settled perfectly over her mouth, pressing the wad of thigh-high stockings firmly in place. Wan Tang's nose tip was gently constricted by the fabric, and her breathing instantly became more difficult. Zhi Xi grabbed the two legs of the pantyhose—the long tubes that would normally go on legs were now the most suitable restraints. She pulled the two legs to the back of Wan Tang's head, crossed them tightly twice, and tied a firm knot at the back of her head. The elasticity of the pantyhose made the knot exceptionally secure, tightly constricting the skin around her mouth and completely sealing the wad of thigh-high stockings deep within her oral cavity. Wan Tang's whimpers became more muffled, "Mmm... mmmph..." She tried to push the wad out with her tongue, but could only make the fabric slide deeper into her mouth. The cotton had absorbed saliva, becoming wet and heavy, pressing down on her tongue until it felt numb. The second pair of pantyhose. Zhi Xi repeated the same action: first stretching open the crotch, then pulling it down from the top of the head. This time, she deliberately aligned the crotch area with Wan Tang's eyes. The cool, smooth silk slid over the bridge of her nose, and the fabric of the crotch covered Wan Tang's eyes, plunging her into a blurry white void. The light was filtered into milky white, and even the strength to open her eyes was taken away. She could only feel the gentle pressure of the pantyhose on her eyelashes, unable to lift her eyelids. The two legs were again pulled to the back of her head, wrapped, crossed, and tied. This time, the wrapping was higher, constricting her forehead and the back of her head, completely sealing her eyes. Wan Tang's world became a white oppression, and she began to whimper in panic, her breathing growing rapid, "Nnngh... mmmph...!" The third pair. This time, Zhi Xi was particularly careful. She precisely aligned the crotch area with Wan Tang's nose. The fabric of the pantyhose covered the tip of her nose, and the two nostrils were mostly blocked by the thin ice silk, leaving only a tiny sliver for breathing. The air became thin, and each inhale carried the coolness of the pantyhose and a faint scent of detergent. The pantyhose legs were wrapped around her nose three times, and the knot was deliberately pulled tight, causing the skin on either side of Wan Tang's nostrils to turn pale. She could only breathe with shallow puffs of air, her chest heaving violently, each breath a race against death. Wan Tang's whimpers began to carry a trembling note of fear, "Mmm... mmmph...!" She desperately tried to shake her head, but only made the layers of pantyhose tighter, her nostrils pressed flatter. The fourth pair of pantyhose. This time, Zhi Xi didn't pull it directly over her head. Instead, she first wrapped the two legs around Wan Tang's chin, like a white mask base. She pulled upwards from her chin, the crotch area covering the already layered mouth, and then pulled the two legs to the top of her head, tying them tightly. This pair's purpose was to completely lock her jaw—no matter how hard Wan Tang tried, she couldn't open her mouth. The wad in her mouth was pressed down by four layers of pantyhose, making even the slightest attempt to push it out impossible. As she tied the knot, Zhi Xi deliberately pulled it tight at the top of her head, creating a deep indentation on her chin from the pantyhose. Wan Tang's chin was lifted upwards, her neck forced to tilt back slightly, and a more desperate groan escaped her throat. She fell asleep like this, fixed to the bed, wearing the "gifts" she couldn't remove. It was late at night. Only the dim bedside lamp remained in the bedroom, casting an ambiguous and cold halo that gilded Wan Tang's body with a thin layer of gold. She was still fixed to the bed, her legs spread wide, her silver handcuffs on her ankles and wrists reflecting a cold glint in the dim light. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, the chain so short that she couldn't even turn over. Three layers of white stockings formed a suffocating cocoon, enveloping her head entirely, from forehead to chin to neck, leaving only the slight rise and fall of her nose tip exposed. It was past two in the morning. Wan Tang was jolted awake from her semi-conscious state by a sudden feeling of suffocation. Saliva. The wad of thigh-high stockings stuffed in her mouth had been thoroughly soaked by her saliva, becoming heavy and sticky, like a wet cotton ball blocking her throat. The prolonged crying and gasping earlier had caused excessive saliva production, and now there was so much she couldn't swallow it. Some seeped out from the corners of her mouth through the gaps in the layers of stockings, while the rest got stuck at the entrance of her esophagus, choking her into a violent cough. "Cough... cough-mmph...!" Her voice was muffled by the three layers of fabric, reduced to rapid, hoarse grunts from her nasal cavity. The violent shaking of her chest from coughing caused the peaks in the specially designed electric bra to rub against the lace, creating a slight numbness. The silicone plug in her rear garden shifted slightly with her body's movements, scraping against her intestinal wall and bringing a dull ache. Instinctively, she wanted to raise her hands to tear off the stockings from her head, to spit out the damn cloth wad, to take a deep breath of normal air. But her hands were cuffed behind her back, her wrists locked together, the chain only ten centimeters long. She desperately tried to lift her arms, her fingertips barely managing to brush the skin of her lower back, nowhere near her head. The more she struggled, the deeper the plush lining of the handcuffs dug into her wrist bones, sending a fiery pain. "Mmph... mmph-nnn...!" Wan Tang's heart burned with anxiety. Why... why can't I even move my hands... my head is so stuffy... I'm suffocating... the saliva... I can't swallow it... I'm going to choke to death... She began to shake her head violently, trying to loosen the stockings by moving her head, even if just a little. But the three layers of ice silk were extremely elastic, and the more she shook, the tighter they became, constricting her neck as if by a tightening rope. The third layer of stocking, supporting her chin, pushed her mouth upwards, preventing her jaw from opening wide. She could only try to sit up with all her might. Using her abdominal muscles and core strength, she painstakingly lifted her upper body bit by bit off the bed. Her hands, bound behind her back, acted like a heavy anchor, making every inch she lifted feel like a battle against herself. Finally, she managed to sit up halfway, her knees bent, her legs unable to close due to the spread of her ankles, leaving her in a humiliating M-shape. The moment her upper body lifted, the silicone plug in her rear garden was forcefully pushed deeper due to gravity and the change in posture. It entered completely, the small ball at its tip directly hitting a sensitive spot deep within her intestines. "Mmph-ahhh...!!!" Wan Tang's body stiffened abruptly, emitting a muffled yet incredibly seductive moan. The sound, squeezed from her nasal cavity, was soft and breathy, like a cat's cry on a spring night. A current of pleasure shot from her tailbone to her brain, her rear garden muscles spasming uncontrollably, gripping the dildo tighter. The spiral ridges rubbed against her inner walls, bringing an extreme stimulation that was both painful and itchy. She froze in place, afraid to move. Her mind screamed: No... don't push any deeper... it's so deep... I'm going to be pierced... if I move, it'll go... even deeper... I can't move... I can't move... But the saliva continued to churn in her throat, bringing tears to her eyes. She wanted to reach behind her, to grab the edge of her high-waisted black panties, to pull out the damn silicone plug, even just a centimeter, to stop it from pushing so deep. She tried to shift her bound hands downwards, her fingertips barely reaching the top of her buttocks. But the electronic lock on her high-waisted panties was tightly fastened to the center of her lower back, the fabric stretched taut like a second skin, offering no gap to grip. Her fingers fumbled on the fabric, her nails scratching the smooth black material, making a faint rustling sound, but there was no sign of it loosening at all. "Shove it back in. Insert it yourself." Wan Tang's pupils contracted sharply. Her body instinctively recoiled, only to hit the edge of the toilet bowl, nearly falling back onto it. She looked down at the silicone plug, her face flushing crimson, her voice trembling to the point of near inaudibility: "No... please no... please don't... Tangtang... Master... I'm afraid of pain..." Zhi Xi didn't give her a chance to refuse. She reached out, gripped Wan Tang's chin, and forced her to look up: "Afraid? If you're afraid, then obediently shove it in. Or do you want me to turn the electric shock to the highest setting right now, and make you piss yourself from the jolts to your breasts and your rear at the same time?" Tears instantly welled up in Wan Tang's eyes. She shook her head, crying, but knew she had no choice. Her hands trembled as she picked up the silicone plug. The moment her fingertips touched its cold surface, her whole body shuddered. The plug still retained the residual warmth from last night, its sticky texture making her stomach churn. She lowered her head, pulling her panties down a little first—the high-waisted fabric slid from her inner thighs to her hipbones. Her legs, encased in pure white stockings, parted slightly. She bent over, her buttocks arching upwards. Her rear entrance, slightly parted from the previous removal, twitched faintly. Wan Tang aimed the tip of the plug at her anus, applying some of the lubricant readily available in the cabinet. As her fingers gently smeared it around the entrance, she let out a soft whimper: "Mmm..." The small bulb at the tip pressed against her anus, a gentle push. "Ah...!" Wan Tang's waist softened, and she nearly buckled to her knees. The bulb slowly squeezed in, stretching the tight entrance. The spiral ridges rubbed against her intestinal walls in a circular motion, like countless tiny brushes sweeping inside. Wan Tang bit her lower lip, forcing herself not to cry out, but tears still fell in large drops. She gripped the base of the plug with both hands and slowly pushed it further in. With every centimeter she advanced, her intestinal walls were stretched wider. The spiral ridges scraped against sensitive spots, bringing an extreme sensation that was both painful and numb. Wan Tang's breathing grew increasingly rapid. The specially made lace bra on her chest rose and fell with her gasps, her nipples hardening painfully under the electrodes. "Mmm... Mmm... So deep... It's... it's hitting something..." When the plug reached eight centimeters, the spiral ridges began to rub against sensitive protrusions deep within her intestines. Wan Tang's body jolted violently, her legs went weak, and her knees hit the bathroom floor with a soft thud. She continued to push, crying, her fingertips turning white, forcing the plug entirely inside. "Pop—" The base clicked into the retaining slot behind her panties, fitting perfectly. Wan Tang released her grip, the plug now completely secured at its deepest point, the bulb pressing against her intestinal wall, as if permanently anchored. She collapsed onto the floor, hands braced, gasping for air. The sensation of her rear being completely filled left her mind blank. Her intestinal walls felt distended, and with every heartbeat, the plug vibrated slightly with her internal movements. Inner monologues surged like a tide: It's in... it's in again... so swollen... so full... every movement... hits the very back... Zhi Xi is watching... she's watching me shove this thing back in... I... I'm like an obedient slut... why... why can't I stop... why don't I dare to resist... I... I... Zhi Xi squatted down and reached for her panties. The high-waisted fabric pulled up from her hipbones, the crotch first pressing against her private parts, sealing the dampness from moments ago. The rear fabric was forcefully pulled into her butt crack, pressing the base of the silicone plug tightly. As the electronic lock clicked shut, the entire pair of panties tightened like an iron hoop. The high waist pressed above her navel, the crotch clung to her labia, and the fabric at her rear was deeply embedded in her butt crack, completely concealing the outline of the plug—yet making Wan Tang feel its presence lurking inside with every breath.