Shaman's Bondage Directive Fanfic

Sometimes, life is full of wonderful surprises and changes. For instance, did you ever imagine you'd one day enter a system world created specifically for lovers of bondage and restraint? ... "Mmmph... Mmmph—" In a stark white room, a woman struggled against the myriad of restraints that adorned her body. Her hands were bound behind her back with an assortment of peculiar metal contraptions. Her forearms were bent at a 90-degree angle and horizontally secured together by several golden rings, while another set of shackles, featuring a steel bar in the middle, held her upper arms tightly. They were drawn inward just enough so that any lateral movement would cause her arms to impede each other. It was impossible not to notice her astonishingly ample breasts, which were now also subjected to severe restriction. Beneath her tight black athletic top and lace-trimmed bra, metal chains were faintly visible. A pair of nipple clamps bit firmly into the base of each breast, turning the surrounding flesh a deep red. As the woman trembled and struggled, her breasts bounced like a pair of balls. Notably, her top didn't cover her abdomen, leaving her firm abs exposed, glistening with beads of sweat. Her struggles had clearly taken a toll, and her slightly heaving midsection was testament to her efforts. Unfortunately, in addition to the restraints on her upper body, her lower body was also meticulously confined. A pair of jet-black yoga pants clung to her form, and her strong, shapely legs were spread apart and folded backward, forming an inverted "V." Her ankles were bound to her upper thighs with a pair of specially designed shackles of unequal size. Only her feet, encased in white stockings, twitched and rotated like a rabbit's within the confines of the restraints, making futile efforts and struggles. However, perhaps more distressing than any of these was the hood that covered her entire head and face. The black leather hood fit snugly against her face, with only two small holes for her nostrils. The opening at the back of her head was tightly secured with sturdy parachute cord, and the woman's long black hair was tied into a ponytail, swaying behind her with every shake of her head. Each struggle was accompanied by the woman's muffled whimpers and moans—as if, beneath the tight hood, her mouth was also being gagged by something? After prolonged struggling, her form-fitting clothing was thoroughly soaked with sweat, her skin becoming faintly visible beneath. Coupled with her firm and strong physique, it lent her a certain "heroine in distress" allure. Such a delectable sight would surely make anyone's mouth water, compelling them to gaze longer, or perhaps to act inappropriately. Yet, in this pristine white space, only the restrained woman was present. Strangely, there was no visible exit. Even more peculiar was the fact that the woman was currently suspended in mid-air in an inverted "Y" shape, with no ropes or apparatus visible to hold her up. She writhed and struggled in the air without any visible support, only occasionally dripping sweat onto the floor, which then vanished almost instantaneously. After an indeterminate amount of time, another strange event occurred: a key materialized in the woman's restrained left hand. Seemingly sensing the change, she twisted her body with a surge of excitement, then reduced the intensity of her struggles, carefully fumbling for a nearby lock. *Click—* A satisfying sound echoed as the shackle connecting her left wrist and right elbow finally loosened. The woman moved her slightly stiff left wrist. The next step was to figure out how to get the key to her right hand. *Jingle-jingle-jingle-jingle-jingle-jingle-jingle—* Suddenly, a piercing bell rang out. The woman's body jolted, her left hand naturally relaxed, and the key fell to the floor. Hearing the key drop, the woman didn't seem to panic. Instead, she seemed to deflate, her entire body relaxing. Her previously taut muscles gradually loosened, as if she had abandoned all hope of escape, lying still, or perhaps waiting for something to happen. *Thump— "Mmmph..."* Suddenly, the force lifting the woman vanished. Feeling her body land, she let out a few displeased "mmph" sounds. Abruptly, the two holes on her hood that were meant for breathing disappeared—no, it was more like the hood now looked as if it had never had breathing holes at all. Even more despairingly, the seam at the back of her head also seemed to have vanished, the leather panels simply fitting together. "Mmmph mmmph?! Mmmph mmmph mmmph—" Sensing the change on her face, the woman let out a loud scream. The sound, muffled by the tight leather hood, was somewhat terrifying, like the final wail and shriek of a cornered beast. However, upon listening more closely, one could detect a hint of pleasure and excitement within the cries—as if the woman was enjoying the process, or perhaps she knew she wouldn't suffocate. Following this, more transformations occurred on her body. The shackle that had been unlocked inexplicably reappeared in its original position, and the hood seemed to have shrunk by another size. The woman's facial features were faintly discernible through the leather, and one could even see her upturned nose as she struggled to breathe. And on her lower body, her legs, which had been spread apart, were now bound by two new leather straps. With her legs brought together, she resembled a helpless potato, only able to roll. What made it worse for her was... It had been some time since Shaman entered the system space known as "Bondage Directive." And after initially choosing the "Lustful Woman" talent and completing a few missions, the limitations of this talent gradually became apparent. That is: she was almost powerless in situations requiring combat or capture. Being unable to fight wasn't the issue – Shaman was here to experience the pleasure of bondage, after all. But some damn missions were just brain-dead, forcing her into escape scenarios. Fortunately, Shaman's escape skills, honed in the real world, allowed her to barely pass a few missions. She also learned from Lily that this was intentional system design. After all, if Lustful Woman players' missions were always about being kidnapped and disciplined, the completion difficulty would be far too easy. So, gradually, the system would arrange a few "somewhat difficult" missions to guide players into unlocking their "secondary talents." For example, Lustful Woman players with combat as their secondary talent would encounter many "heroine" style missions requiring brawling and direct confrontation. And then – the expected plot of defeat would follow. Players would then either try to fight their way out while restrained, or rely on their own skills to break free. If both failed, more discipline and point deductions awaited them as punishment within the mission. Shaman's choice, however, was slightly different. If escape was chosen as the secondary talent, missions requiring her to actively seek out bondage would often arise – in fact, this tendency had already appeared in previous fantasy world missions. Shaman would then need to use seduction or escape techniques while bound to conduct stealthy investigation missions, gather intelligence, and escape. This type of mission required players to have strong mental fortitude to endure discipline, which naturally suited the Lustful Woman talent. Although both choices involved a "breaking free from restraints" segment, generally speaking, the former leaned more towards "restrained combat" and "brute force escape," while the latter was more about "restrained stealth" and "skillful escape." It was only after understanding these points that Shaman learned from Lily the true power of the Lustful Woman talent. That is, its characteristic of being almost a rule-based talent. Lustful Woman players possessed a unique "Karma Value." Actively seeking bondage, self-binding, or provoking the opponent would increase this value. The more suffering the player endured, the higher the value, and these values could grant them unexpected assistance out of thin air. For instance, Shaman's hands had conjured a key to unlock handcuffs out of nowhere while she struggled. For players with combat talents, this might mean freeing up a hand or foot to continue fighting; players tied up like mummies might suddenly feel the stone behind them become incredibly sharp; players fixed to a mechanical rack and being tortured by a stretching machine might experience an unexpected power outage – causing the rack to fall apart. This wasn't to say players couldn't break free using their innate escape skills. The Karma Value's assistance was more like a small bonus, providing a safety net while allowing players to experience the joy of desperation. However, obtaining this value wasn't easy. Shaman had struggled for a full half-hour earlier and only gained a key that could open the handcuffs. To increase the acquisition speed, one had to level up their talent – and the Lustful Woman level had to be kept roughly similar to the escape level, with the former always being higher than the latter. This meant Shaman had to enjoy and experience the pleasure of restraint while calmly contemplating escape methods. The former would help her remain composed when facing various provocations and restraints, while the latter would help her complete missions in more ways. The fastest way to level up, besides missions, was to "train" within the space. However, training wasn't without cost. Players needed to spend points to purchase restraints and playthings for training. Fortunately, the system didn't charge a "service fee" for tying people up and playing with them. Compared to missions, training was undoubtedly a much safer decision. It never deducted player points, but correspondingly, the points acquired would be reduced. Moreover, although training could substitute for missions, excessive training would not only decrease the number of points acquired but also continuously increase the difficulty – until it became a prolonged period of pure passive play for the player. However, according to Lily, many players genuinely enjoyed this. At this point, the system would forcibly send them into missions or simply kick them out of the space. Shaman, naturally, wasn't keen on experiencing this. So, she would generally undertake a mission after two or three training sessions. Although the taste of failure wasn't pleasant at times, with several instances of waterboarding and suffocation, it at least increased her tolerance and Lustful Woman experience. "Fine, no matter what I did, it was her own doing," Shaman felt relieved. "After all, she was the one who proposed another round of restraint combat." Cleo's proposal, in simple terms, was to bind them both and fight again. The first one to lose consciousness or climax would lose the match. The stakes were just points, which sounded like a bad deal? But a compensation offered by Cleo made Shaman's eyes light up. "I have an item that can grant both of them a skill. It was a reward from my last mission," Cleo explained. "The only catch is that it requires me to engage in a restraint duel with someone else... I've been wondering who to sell this favor to." "I must say, Miss Shaman, your strong will is truly impressive. How about we take our friendship a step further?" "Mmm..." "Besides," seeing Shaman hesitate, Cleo playfully tossed her black hair and winked. "Don't you want to teach me a lesson? Even... while being bound?" And so, the two struck a deal and called for Old Wolf, announcing they wanted to put on another show. Hearing this, Old Wolf's eyes gleamed, likely contemplating his good fortune in encountering these two stunning beauties helping him out. However, Shaman added a condition: she would decide the restraints and props for both parties during the restraint combat. For herself, Shaman chose the dog-style restraint she was already accustomed to, but rejected Old Wolf's suggestion of adding a butt plug tail. Seeing his disappointed gaze, she had a flash of inspiration and quietly told Old Wolf, "But the other lady is completely open to those things..." Although a bit underhanded, considering Cleo's previous actions, Shaman's move was nothing more than returning the favor. As she was thinking this, Cleo, already "dressed up," emerged from the other room. "Mmm..." With a few moans that could be either languid or pleased, Cleo, supported by Old Wolf, walked out, throwing a seductive glance at Shaman. It seemed that even in this state, she hadn't lost her wild queenly demeanor. However, to say she "walked out" was not entirely accurate. Cleo had shed her previous luxurious queenly attire, replaced by layers of wrapping to enforce restraint. As the restraint process began, Cleo generously removed all her clothes—a request from Shaman. Looking at the exquisite naked body before him, Old Wolf couldn't help but swallow. While her figure was perfect in every way, her breasts were still no match for Miss Shaman's. The binding began. Old Wolf gave her a high-and-tight rear bind, stopping only when her crossed hands formed a narrow "W" behind her back. Then, he simply used ropes to secure her lower legs at the knee joints and ankles. Finally, with a wicked grin, Old Wolf attached his own brand of vibrator and the previous disc to Cleo's private parts, and her nipples received the same treatment as Shaman's earlier. "Ah—ahhh—ah..." Feeling her private parts being played with and stimulated, Cleo closed her eyes and let out moans. Was she afraid of these sex toys, or was she anticipating these discs working even better on her than they had on Shaman? "Please stand up straight, miss," Old Wolf couldn't resist patting her firm, perky buttocks. "The wrapping process will take some time." With that, Old Wolf took out several rolls of cling film and began to wrap Cleo from her ankles upwards, all the way to her neck. He then added two layers of white tape, and finally, used two rolls of gold tape that the lady herself had brought out—where did she get such exquisite props?—to complete the final layer. "Wow," Old Wolf admired his handiwork after finishing, impressed by both his wrapping skills and the lady's physique. Being foreign, the "big mare" known as the Black Sea Queen was slightly taller than Shaman and also a bit more voluptuous. Thus, perhaps her pair of perky buttocks drew more attention than her ample breasts. When such a figure was combined with a strict restraint method, it easily created a unique contrasting beauty. For example, the mummy restraint style. Old Wolf's craftsmanship was excellent. Without relying on machines, he managed to ensure there were almost no bulges or gaps between each layer of wrapping. Her previously full muscles were forcibly compressed together, making her entire form appear exceptionally well-proportioned and plump. Cleo's current body, at first glance, resembled a golden cocoon, with only her fair, size 42 feet at the bottom reminding onlookers of her human identity. If he could, Old Wolf would have loved to wrap this lady's head as well and engage in some breathing control games later, preferably cutting open her breasts and honey hole to insert the toys... But the current performance was focused on Miss Shaman, so he could only pray for another collaboration with this lady next time. "Open your mouth wide, miss," Old Wolf produced the prepared gag. Cleo obediently opened her mouth, allowing the gag to prop open her jaw and the muscles around her mouth. "Ah—ah... Ah??" Is this a bit too big? Cleo frowned. Her jaw felt painfully stretched. It seemed Miss Shaman was indeed holding a grudge... Licking the smooth inner ring of the gag with her tongue, Cleo twisted her upper body, beginning to feel the unique sense of restraint from the tape. Mmm, it was very tight. Although her fingers could wiggle slightly, it was merely a false sense of freedom. The only thing that could truly move was probably her feet... If Miss Shaman was a foot fetishist, she would likely explore this area extensively. However, compared to this, Cleo fell into deep thought: "My range of motion is significantly less than Miss Shaman's. How can I possibly defeat her..." But she didn't dwell on it for long. Soon, she regained her composure and called out a few times, signaling Old Wolf to help her back to her room. Seeing Cleo completely wrapped, Shaman, besides feeling a sense of schadenfreude, was also somewhat surprised. This restraint didn't seem as confining and uncomfortable as she had imagined? Should she try it herself later... "Heh heh, this is Sister Shaman, the escape artist I've told you about," Guo'er said, pulling Sister Yu's hand and introducing Shaman. "Hello, just call me Shaman," Shaman said politely, extending her hand. Sister Yu shook her hand and then teased, "I used to see your videos and photos posted by Xiao Ma all the time. I thought your figure was photoshopped by him... Today, I see that seeing is believing." Knowing that the other party was referring to her chest, Shaman didn't get shy. She simply shrugged frankly. Sometimes she herself felt that her already large breasts seemed to have grown even bigger since entering this space. "So, Guo'er..." Sister Yu mused, stroking her chin. "How do you want big sister to play with you today? It's a shame Xiao Ma isn't here today, otherwise, I could have tied you up like a little bun for him like last time—" "—Stop, stop, stop!" Guo'er, her face flushed crimson, quickly interrupted the animated Sister Yu, glancing at Shaman from the corner of her eye. Shaman, however, remained nonchalant, inwardly marveling, "These two young ones really play rough." "T-today, I brought Sister Shaman to," Guo'er stammered, "experience your mummy service." "Ah, of course. It's just that I wonder..." Sister Yu turned to Shaman. "As an escape artist, Miss Shaman, what kind of restraint do you wish to experience?" "What do you mean?" Shaman asked curiously. "Isn't mummy restraint all about wrapping people up?" "Oh, it seems Miss Shaman underestimates mummy restraint a bit," Guo'er said excitedly, perhaps because she discovered she knew more than Shaman. "Hmm... As Guo'er said, our services are quite diverse in scope and form," Sister Yu tapped her chin. "If you don't mind, shall I give you both a tour of the studio and introduce our service types?" Shaman nodded. She was also very curious about how this studio operated. Sister Yu led them down a long corridor. "This is the 'normal' office area. Our regular editing studios and ordinary departments are all here... And beyond this door..." The three walked to a password-protected door at the end of the corridor. Sister Yu took out her employee card, opened the door, and then led them to the second floor via elevator. "From the second floor onwards, it's the 'underworld' part," Sister Yu said with no small amount of pride. Shaman stared, dumbfounded, at the scene before her. Various restraint props filled almost all the shelves in the room, numbering in the dozens. From ropes to leather straps, from gags to horse masks, there were almost every restraint prop Shaman could think of. But what surprised Shaman the most wasn't this. It was that there were several stands of different shapes in the room. Three of them had women bound to them. One was clothed, one was in lingerie, and one was completely naked. However, all three had their eyes covered and their mouths gagged, making it difficult to see their faces clearly. "This is the most basic 'torture chamber' and also a public area," Sister Yu explained. "These three guests have voluntarily chosen to be at the mercy of other guests here. You can try too, Miss Shaman. Just don't tear their clothes—though, of course, if there are no clothes, there's nothing to tear." "Every guest who experiences restraint gets 10 minutes of playtime—of course, if you want to try more, Miss Shaman, that's fine too," Guo'er added, then excitedly walked to the first stand. The young lady bound to this L-shaped stand was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with the hem boldly flipped up to expose her soft navel. Her arms, raised high, were padded with towels and tied to the vertical frame. Her smooth armpits rose and fell with her irregular breaths. Her long legs were clad in loose jeans, making her exposed size 42 feet look particularly alluring. Guo'er glanced at the table next to the stand, where items like toothbrushes and hair combs were laid out, along with lubricant and pet gloves, and a note. It seemed this young lady was a tickling enthusiast. Guo'er picked up the note and read it. It was roughly a plea for visitors not to go easy on her—preferably to tickle her until she lost control of her bladder. She seemed eager to experience that kind of pleasure. "Yesterday, I was even countered by Sister Shaman... I'll play here for a bit today," Guo'er thought, unconsciously treating the young lady on the stand as a substitute for Shaman. She began using various tools to tease the other's smooth armpits and fair feet. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph..." The young lady, her eyes covered and seeking tickles, of course, didn't know her visitor was treating her as a substitute. She was merely astonished by the visitor's superb tickling skills and was immersed in the pleasure of being tickled. The shaking of the stand and the young lady's muffled laughter reached Shaman's ears, causing her to unconsciously lick her lips. Looking at the second stand, a crucifix, the lady bound to it was only wearing tight-fitting lingerie. On the cabinet next to it were items like whips and magic wands. Shaman glanced at the other's "requests." It seemed she desired some painful experiences, and the magic wands could be used to tease her sensitive breasts and clitoris through her clothes. However, compared to the last one, the first two customers seemed a bit "timid." Upon seeing the person on the last X-shaped stand, Shaman first trembled, then felt a wave of heat rush through her body. The lady on the X-shaped stand was not wearing an eye mask. Instead, she wore a leather hood, with only two holes left for breathing. Apart from this, there was no "clothing" to cover her body. Her naked body was pressed tightly against the stand, and each joint of her limbs was secured to the cold iron frame with leather straps. Her armpits and honey pot were thus exposed to the air. Perhaps to add some stimulation, her crotch was tightly constricted by a rough hemp thong, with two or three knots tied at her clitoris. Even if she wanted to seek stimulation from the knots, she... Under restraint, Shaman and Guo'er "walked" the same path they had taken minutes before. As they passed through the long activity room on the third floor, many of the ladies, bound and unblindfolded in their rooms, curiously observed the two beauties being transported. What was their relationship? Their playful interaction didn't seem like that of sisters... Finally, the cart stopped. For these two important clients, Sister Yu had specially selected their establishment's "Specialty Maggot Room." As the name suggested, this room was designed for customers who wished to experience the maggot-style mummification restraint. The room was equipped with various props and facilities, considering the customers' immobility in a maggot-like state. For instance, there were ramps and steps that allowed Shaman, bound in a way that prevented her from using her hands for support, to still stand up by exerting force with her waist and head. There was also a foot-tickling machine modified from a shoe-shining device, with a timer that could secure her feet. The duration could be set using a button on the floor, which she could press with her chin. Additionally, there were several variously sized pinball machines, some soft sofas, and several acupressure mats. If desired, Sister Yu would also provide clients with adult toys like vibrators and massage sticks. However, Shaman and Guo'er were primarily focused on the restraint experience this time, so they declined. Upon entering the room, Sister Yu unbound the two from their crates. She first lifted the smaller Guo'er with force, ignoring her struggles, and tossed her onto a nearby sofa, allowing her to experience the sensation of flying through the air. Then, Sister Yu helped Shaman up and asked if she could see her surroundings clearly. Shaman, now accustomed to the "pantyhose perspective," nodded. Although her vision was still a bit strange, she could generally make out the various props. "That's good," Sister Yu said with a smile. Finally, ignoring Shaman's protests as she cupped her breasts, she reluctantly left the room. As a restraint enthusiast herself, wouldn't Sister Yu want to join these two like-minded individuals for some fun? Her extreme fondness for mummification restraints even made her consider binding the three of them separately before being encased together in a giant cylinder produced by a machine. At that time, the pressure from Miss Shaman's twin peaks would surely be unprecedented, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, she had other customers to attend to today, some requiring timed training, others needing their props changed at specific intervals... Troubled by her work, Sister Yu sighed and disappeared at the elevator entrance. ... Back in the "Specialty Maggot Room," Shaman, lying on the floor, could finally begin to attempt movement. "The difficulty with this type of restraint," Shaman mused, "is that the tight tape actually severely restricts the bending of the limbs. In extreme cases, even bending the legs can be difficult... Huh?" Shaman was surprised to find that despite being wrapped four or five times with tape, the restriction on her leg bending was not as severe as she had imagined. Her thighs could be raised seventy to eighty degrees from the ground, and her knees could bend over sixty degrees. This meant Shaman could completely wriggle forward like a worm by curling her body. Having trained regularly, she quickly mastered this relatively flexible wriggling method. She also discovered that the tape had considerable friction with the floor, preventing her from slipping. Furthermore, her exposed bare feet and chest became aids to her movement. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—" As Shaman excitedly wriggled like a worm, she heard Guo'er's muffled cries. Turning her head, she saw that the girl had struggled out of the difficult-to-navigate sofa pile with considerable effort. Although unable to speak, Guo'er's eyes were wide as she looked at Shaman, as if complaining why she wasn't coming to help. Shaman looked away sheepishly. As she was momentarily distracted, something suddenly hit her. Looking back, she saw that Guo'er had somehow kicked a pinball towards her. The two then began to play catch with the ball, back and forth. After an unknown amount of time, Guo'er seemed to have tired herself out. She looked at Shaman with a dejected expression, then rolled into a corner, her back to Shaman, seemingly asleep. Shaman, not wanting to disturb Guo'er for the moment, decided to find some entertainment for herself. In truth, she was already regretting choosing such a simple experience. Compared to the special training she usually arranged for herself in confined spaces, this was incredibly boring. If she were to follow her most rigorous training regimen, her breasts would certainly require breast clamps—or even breast cuffs. Those things were excellent for dealing with her large breasts, and she might even pay to exchange for a breast pump... As for her inner self, she could consider adding a vibrator. If not, she could tie a magic wand between her legs. The stimulation in her pussy hadn't quite recovered from her last mission... Speaking of which, she wondered if there were any real-world equivalents to Old Wolf's round discs. If there were, she could try them out... And the soles of her feet, though she wasn't particularly fond of TK, stimulation there was also essential, especially in certain S-themed dungeons where enduring ticklishness was unexpectedly required. Finally... if only there were an intermittent respiration-controlling hood... Hmm... The system should have something like that. It would not only increase the difficulty of escape but also train lung capacity, killing two birds with one stone... Alas, after listing so many benefits and various tricks of confined spaces, all Shaman could do at the moment was approach an acupressure mat and use its spikes to stimulate her breasts for a slight pleasure. "Breast enlargement technique—as expected, no effect," Shaman silently recited the system's skill command with little hope. Naturally, nothing happened. "If only I could bring Guo'er into the restraint command," Shaman thought regretfully. She had once asked Lily about the conditions for inviting others into the space, and Lily had simply told her: "Everything is up to fate; it all depends on the system's will." Fortunately, Shaman's worries did not come true. Although Boss Li's mouth twitched slightly when he heard her words, he quickly relaxed and smiled, "Miss Shaman is joking. If you don't mind, I have some clean ladies' undergarments here. Would you like to try them on?" "...I think it's better to try breakfast first," Shaman dropped her playful attitude and then added thoughtfully, "If it's possible, Boss Li... could you help me put on my underwear? After wearing them all day yesterday, the stockings really chafed me raw inside. Also, if possible, could you loosen the restraints on my legs a bit so I can move them?" "Of course, Miss Shaman," Boss Li readily agreed to her request. How could he miss such an opportunity when Shaman was so bold and cooperative? Hearing this, Shaman simply lay down. After all, her performance at the exhibition had been practically an open display of her entire body. Now, to complete the mission, what was it to be accommodating to this fake Boss Li? However, loosening the leg restraints was not so simple. The leg portion of this full-body restraint set was quite complex. Even when Xiao Ma followed the instructions to apply the restraints, he made mistakes twice before managing to bind Shaman like a trussed-up worm. Boss Ma was already sweating profusely just trying to undo the interlocking restraints. But finally, after untying Shaman's last restraint, her beautiful legs truly offered him a feast for his eyes. Shaman, who exercised regularly, had legs that were not only free of any excess fat but also possessed a unique fullness and robustness due to her toned muscles, giving her an incredibly heroic aura. The stockings, however, seemed to wrap her firm, leg-crushing limbs in an invisible embrace. Beneath the black fabric, her fair legs were like two jade shoots. Even the slightest touch during the untying process made Boss Li marvel at the exquisite feel of her skin. Such long, black-stockinged legs, combining both robustness and delicate beauty, would be an unparalleled and delightful toy, whether held and caressed by hand or pressed against the face in an intimate embrace. Boss Li seemed unable to suppress his inner fire and pulled apart Shaman's stockings. Just like that, Shaman's full clitoris was exposed before Boss Li's eyes. Her heart was in her throat at this moment, and she could only pray that Xiao Ma's information was correct, otherwise, changing clothes might turn into an insertion game... Especially now, even with her eyes covered, she could hear Boss Li constantly licking his lips and his heavy, ragged breaths. "Boss Li," Shaman decided to intervene, "even if you're lusting after me... there's no need to get your hands on me so soon, is there?" She forced a smile, adopting a nonchalant demeanor, "If there's anything you need my cooperation with, we can discuss it slowly..." Boss Li jolted as if struck. "I'm sorry, Miss Shaman... I lost my composure." He coughed twice and then said seriously, "I believe my brother Xiao Ma guaranteed that he would absolutely not do anything improper to you. Just now, I was—forget it, I'll help you change your clothes first." Boss Li took out the assembled diaper he had prepared for Shaman and wrapped her crotch securely, like wrapping a zongzi. However, the material was very breathable, and Shaman didn't feel uncomfortable. "Alright, Boss Li, if it's convenient, could you tie up my legs again?" Shaman said lazily, lifting her right leg high as if to tease Boss Li. "Hmph..." Boss Li seemed to sense something was amiss. "Miss Shaman, while I appreciate your cooperative attitude... I must also state in advance, if you do anything that could harm me, don't blame me for being ruthless." His tone was stiff, and his words were likely half true and half false. Shaman knew that her consistently teasing and carefree attitude was a double-edged sword. While it might make Boss Li think she was a perverted woman who enjoyed bondage and lower his guard, such a difficult attitude could also easily enrage him. It seemed she needed to be more careful from now on. "I know, I know," Shaman replied. "Haven't I been cooperative enough by letting you tie me up like this? Oh, right, if you're going to gag me later, I'd prefer it to be just simple tape." Boss Li remained silent for a moment, then began to re-tie Shaman's legs with the restraints. "Damn it, why is this thing so difficult?" After fumbling with the buckles a few times, Boss Li became increasingly agitated. He didn't know that to achieve the maximum restraint state, besides the binder doing their job, Shaman also needed to position her legs in a specific way. At this moment, Shaman deliberately made it difficult by not positioning her legs correctly, causing Boss Li a great deal of trouble. "If it's not working," Shaman said, "you can use the shortest strap to tie my ankles first. We can figure out the rest when you come back tonight." Boss Li easily fell for this probing remark. He happily picked out the shortest strap, pulled it as tight as possible around Shaman's ankles, and only stopped when Shaman cried out in pain, as if to punish her for her presumptuous behavior. "Alright, Miss Shaman," Shaman heard Boss Li's voice and felt something being brought to her mouth. "This is a nutritional supplement for fitness. It should last until I get back tonight. Eat it now, and you'll have a chance to relieve yourself. If you don't feel the urge, then be prepared to have your pants changed later." Shaman obediently took the straw into her mouth. A jelly-like substance flowed in. Honestly, it didn't taste too bad, and she didn't feel the urge to relieve herself at the moment, so she flatly refused Boss Li's offer to go to the bathroom. She didn't want to be exposed again just yet. With all the tasks completed, Boss Li breathed a sigh of relief. His final preparation before leaving was to seal Shaman's mouth with layers of tape. Although they were in the suburbs, it was better to be cautious. "Oh?" Xiao Ma's eyes lit up: "Sister Shaman, you mean..." "Remember to take good pictures of me," she said, casually tossing aside the form-fitting sportswear that hugged Shaman's curves, revealing her alluring figure underneath. She turned, skillfully clasped her hands behind her back, then tilted her head and smiled at Xiao Ma, as if encouraging or perhaps offering a friendly temptation. Faced with such a willing "sister," how could Xiao Ma refuse? Initially, Xiao Ma still brought Shaman's elbows and wrists together, then pulled the rope from under her armpits, forcing Shaman to straighten her back. Finally, a beautiful diamond knot was tied around her chest, making her already full breasts even more prominent. Shaman had expected the European-style straight-arm restraint again, but unexpectedly, things changed. Xiao Ma first tied a rope around Shaman's hips, the rough rope tightly wrapping around her crotch and inner thighs, making her already strong and fair thigh muscles even more defined. At Shaman's most private area, Xiao Ma thoughtfully tied a larger knot. Combined with the tightened ropes around it, the knot almost seemed to embed itself into her honey hole through her thin underwear. When Xiao Ma released her grip, Shaman instinctively squeezed her legs together, instantly feeling a wave of pleasure surge from her pubic mound throughout her body. "Mmm..." A few drops of cold sweat beaded on Shaman's forehead. It had only just begun, and she was already finding it difficult to bear. "Sister Shaman, isn't the knot a bit too big?" Xiao Ma noticed Shaman's discomfort. "No... it's fine..." Shaman forced herself to calm down. "Actually, it's just right..." It really was just right... she thought to herself – just barely touching her limit. Had playing too much in the virtual world made her easily aroused submissive nature bleed into reality? Or was she inherently a masochist craving sexual pleasure... Although Shaman verbally refused, seeing her flushed and heated face, Xiao Ma slightly loosened the rope around her hips, making it less constricting. Thinking that was the last step, Xiao Ma took out another string of ropes. "Are we already going to tie the 'Four Horsemen'?" Shaman asked curiously. "I was hoping to walk around a bit..." "Sister Shaman, you misunderstand," Xiao Ma chuckled. "This string of ropes has a special purpose." Soon, Shaman understood Xiao Ma's intention: he first tied one end of the rope tightly to her wrist, then guided it up her back and over the rope around her neck. Once ready, Xiao Ma pulled hard— "Mmm—" Shaman couldn't help but groan. She felt her hands being forced upwards. To find some comfort, she had to spread her palms outwards, supporting her back. Xiao Ma, ignoring Shaman's moans, continued to pull until her hands were behind her ribs before finally stopping and tying off the excess rope. "Sister Shaman, you're really amazing," Xiao Ma admired his handiwork, not forgetting to encourage Shaman. "Last time I experimented with this binding on Guo'er, she started crying in pain after just a little pull." "My body is indeed a bit more flexible—" Shaman managed a strained smile. "But having my elbows twisted and raised behind me like this is quite uncomfortable... this is called the 'Chicken Wing Tie,' right?" "I usually call it the 'Wing Tie'," Xiao Ma replied. "It sounds more evocative than 'chicken wings' or something..." "Why be so particular?" Shaman scoffed with a laugh. "Aren't we all just perverts anyway..." Xiao Ma paused, then suddenly laughed again after a moment of silence. "What are you laughing at?" "Nothing... I just thought that perhaps for Sister Shaman right now, the 'Chicken Wing Tie' is more fitting," Xiao Ma added, gathering his courage. "After all, you're like a little chicken ready to be slaughtered right now..." "You—" Shaman felt both annoyed and amused. This kid Xiao Ma had gotten so bold in just a few days? Perhaps she could... utilize this... Xiao Ma quickly realized his slip-up and hastily brushed it off with a laugh. "So, Sister Shaman," Xiao Ma took out some photography props from his bag. "Shall we go to the stream and take a few pictures first?" Shaman nodded in agreement. To her surprise, Xiao Ma even left a length of rope around her neck, holding the other end, as if he were "walking" Shaman. "You've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve, kid..." Shaman teased Xiao Ma deliberately as they headed towards the stream. Xiao Ma, in turn, seized opportunities to suddenly tighten the rope or deliberately lead Shaman towards muddy patches, effectively asserting his dominance over his "female slave" behind him. They continued their playful interaction until they reached the stream. Xiao Ma set up his tripod nearby, while Shaman struck various poses by the water. Her already graceful figure appeared even more alluring under the sunlight and the reflection of the water. Shaman's firm limbs complemented the natural, primal atmosphere, exuding a wild beauty. "So we have to wait for the next round..." Shaman chuckled bitterly. Ten minutes of endurance might be acceptable. Wait—Shaman suddenly realized, it might be more than ten minutes— She had told Xiao Ma that he could add any props he wanted until he was satisfied! Damn it—Shaman began to struggle anxiously—What a joke, she would be tied up for at least an hour! If her breasts couldn't be emptied for an hour... Ughhhhhh... she would go crazy— Shaman, usually so composed, was finally a little flustered and began to seriously consider how to escape. However, Xiao Ma's tight restraints offered her no chance at all. Moreover, Shaman was in a panic, completely losing the composure and ideas of her former "escape artist" persona. Her attempts to free herself merely looked like simple struggling, her technique even more clumsy than Guo'er's... It could be said that this was the moment when the usually calm Shaman was closest to being a helpless captive, both mentally and technically. At this moment, her heart desperately yearned for the ropes to loosen... just enough for her to undo those damn rubber bands and squeeze out her milk! Soon, ten minutes passed. Shaman, of course, hadn't broken free, but Xiao Ma noticed that Shaman showed no signs of stopping. It seems Sister Shaman is having a lot of fun, Xiao Ma thought. After all, even Sister Shaman had never experienced such strict restraint before... Heh heh, in that case, let's give her another surprise. It wasn't until a hand pressed down on her writhing body that Shaman realized time had passed again. She shook her head desperately, trying to refuse Xiao Ma's "decorations" in this way. But of course, he wouldn't stop because of Shaman's "feigned resistance." After all, Shaman's behavior tonight indicated that she wanted to give herself wholeheartedly to Xiao Ma, this "little brother." "...This thing will hurt a bit when it goes in, bear with it, Sister Shaman." What is it? Wait, he said "goes in"—Xiao Ma, you—Oooohhhhhhhooooooohhhhhh— Xiao Ma deliberately and slowly pushed the pleasure stick into Shaman's pussy, wanting to savor the trembling flesh and the slowly seeping arousal fluid... Although it would wet the sheets, he felt it was absolutely worth it to see this scene. Finally, after some effort, Xiao Ma managed to insert most of the pleasure stick into Shaman's cunt. "Oh, Sister Shaman's downstairs is practically overflowing," Xiao Ma chuckled. "It'll take some effort to wash the sheets later." Wuwuwuwuwuohhhhhh— For the first time in her life, Shaman felt her pussy being forcibly stretched by a toy! Although the pleasure stick wasn't large, it was far more than her pussy could accommodate. The vibratory training that had previously only targeted her clitoris and outer labia now entered her completely... Shaman could even feel her own arousal fluid being squeezed out from between the smooth, tender walls and the pleasure stick... Bound tightly, Shaman experienced for the first time the feeling of being trained in her pussy by a pleasure stick as a lustful woman. The high-frequency vibrations impacted her delicate flesh, and Shaman soon reached orgasm. Her eyes rolled back beneath the blindfold, her mouth dripped with saliva, soaking her half-dry panties; and of course, there were the moving moans... At this moment, Shaman's mind was filled with only one thought—give me more orgasms... However, the fact that her milk couldn't be released felt like a curse, always reminding her of her tragic reality when she recovered from an orgasm: she still had to be bound for a long time before the "switch" for her breasts could be activated. And each orgasm, without the release of her breasts, only made Shaman more pained and frustrated. In a daze, Shaman was trapped in this cycle of pleasure and denial... ... "Is it about time?" Xiao Ma looked at Shaman on the bed. She now had quite a few more props than when she started. In addition to the previous nipple clamps and pleasure stick, Xiao Ma had also attached vibrators to her soles, inserted earplugs, and written the humiliating words "Big Tits Lustful Shaman Sister" on her body with special ink. Several tally marks were playfully drawn on the inside of her thighs, and vibrators were placed in her armpits to tickle her... But speaking of which, Sister Shaman hadn't struggled since he finished writing the words. It seemed she had truly exhausted her strength. Indeed, compared to her earlier wild struggles, Shaman, now slightly wriggling and trembling, could be considered truly "cute and helpless"... There was only one last prop left for Sister Shaman. Xiao Ma took a deep breath. Honestly, he felt this one was a bit harsh, but tonight was a rare opportunity... no need to waste Sister Shaman's good intentions, right? "Last prop," Xiao Ma said affectionately, patting Shaman's cheek. But she didn't react at all, only the slight breathing from her nostrils letting Xiao Ma know that the "meat" in front of him was still alive. "This will... hurt a bit too," Xiao Ma said apologetically. Then, he inserted the urethral plug into Shaman's urethral opening. "...Mmm—Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm!" The silent Shaman finally showed some reaction—perhaps because her nether regions were being penetrated by a toy again? The cold urethral plug filled her urethra completely. Now, the only free opening Shaman had was her anus... Xiao Ma hesitated, but ultimately gave up the idea of blocking Shaman's rear end as well. He had to leave her some room, right? Besides, torment was one thing, but sex was another—after all, he really wanted to block this hole with something warm and hot. "I hope you can escape this time, Sister Shaman," Xiao Ma said with a smile, "encouraging" her. However, for Shaman, who was anxiously adapting to the abnormality in her urethra, it sounded more like a provocation. But no matter which it was, she had no energy to respond now. Because as the final countdown began, all the props on her body started to move, and even the urethral plug began to vibrate at a high frequency—this was torture for Shaman. The vibration and itching inside her urethra made her desperately need to urinate, but it was precisely this damn urethral plug that blocked all the urine inside... Before long, Shaman felt her bladder swelling immensely, her entire lower body completely blocked, with no liquid able to escape. Her lower abdomen also ached terribly from this... She could only endure this intense swelling, praying for time to pass quickly. "Mmmph—mmph—!" Fang Rui was on the verge of madness. Her body was bound by ropes, her hands tied above her head, and her silk-stockinged legs were folded and secured at the ankles and thighs. Her mouth was stuffed with rags and sponges, then sealed with tape, so her moans were barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. After confirming the ropes were unbreakable, her captor lifted the writhing Fang Rui and placed her onto a wooden horse. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph-oh-oh-oh-oh—" This was more intense than the rocking horse at home! It was a torture device designed for punishment—not a gently rounded top, but an extremely sharp, cold edge that Fang Rui thought would slice her in half. But perhaps that would have been better than enduring the constant friction against her sensitive core from the serrated grooves at the tip. While Fang Rui and Boss Li had engaged in passionate play before, it had mostly involved vibrators to stimulate her core. Now, her tender inner flesh was being abraded by the serrations, almost to the point of tearing... If her core had only been explored for pleasure before, this was now the realm of "torture"—intense pain and intense pleasure surged from her lower body simultaneously. Tears streamed down her face from the pain, yet she found herself addicted to the sensation of her core being ravaged like this... "Mmmph—woo-woo-woo!" Suddenly, her abductor appeared, and Fang Rui cried out. She couldn't see their face, but she recognized what they were holding—a large bundle of stockings and a leather hood. However, the hood looked a few sizes too big for Fang Rui's head, and she doubted it would fit snugly. But soon, Fang Rui's doubt was answered. "Mmm~woo-woo-woo!" The abductor mechanically stretched the stockings, widening the opening until it could fit over Fang Rui's head. Fang Rui realized their intention and struggled desperately, only to subject her core to greater torment. The abductor didn't stop her, silently watching Fang Rui's repeated self-inflicted torture until she was exhausted, then pulled the stocking over her head. "Mmmph—cough-cough-cough—oh-oh..." A strong, foul odor assaulted her nostrils. This stocking had definitely been worn before... Fang Rui felt a wave of nausea. She wanted to vomit, but each time the vomit reached her throat, the blockage in her mouth pushed it back down, only intensifying her nausea and making her head spin from the torment in her stomach. After some time, Fang Rui managed to master a breathing technique, barely able to draw in a little air through the tiny holes... But just then, the abductor picked up another pair of stockings— What followed was an intensely familiar, pungent odor. The abductor repeated the process, seemingly slowing down, wanting to see Fang Rui suffer with each olfactory torment, writhing and gasping with each pair of stockings, before being pushed to the peak of pleasure. With each struggle, Fang Rui lost count of how many times she had orgasmed. She then discovered another terrifying problem: her breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. This was only natural. While stockings were breathable, the holes were minuscule. With multiple layers, new stockings naturally covered the existing holes, reducing the area through which she could breathe. Generally, three layers of stockings made it difficult to breathe for someone with their head wrapped, and five layers could lead to near suffocation. Now, Fang Rui's head was encased in a full eight layers of stockings. From the outside, the layered flesh-toned stockings had transformed her head into a strange, spherical mass. Only the slight movement and faint moans from within indicated that a beautiful face was hidden inside. Worse still, typical suffocation play used clean stockings to ensure no harm to the submissive. But Fang Rui's head was covered in stockings worn by someone else, emitting a strong stench. Perhaps someone with peculiar fetishes would collect such items, but for Fang Rui, they were a nightmare. Fang Rui endured the maddening stench. She desperately wanted to hold her breath, but due to her violent struggles, her body forced her to greedily inhale every bit of available oxygen... Suddenly, she felt a strong pull from above. The stockings began to be pulled upward, dragging her face, which was pressed tightly against them, along. Was she finally being released? Fang Rui harbored a desperate fantasy. Unfortunately, the abductor stopped halfway. Fang Rui managed to emit a "mmph-mmph" moan, hoping for mercy. The response was the abductor's mocking voice—imitating a pig's grunt? Fang Rui realized this was another humiliation. Her nose was being pulled upward by the stockings, her delicate beauty turned into an ugly pig's snout with flared nostrils... A wave of shame washed over her, and Fang Rui tearfully wept. But her tears couldn't penetrate the layers of stockings, only wetting the innermost one. The pig, stripped of her face, wasn't even allowed the dignity of expressing sorrow. What must she look like to outsiders... Fang Rui could almost hear the insults and laughter. "Stocking pig!" "Horny bitch!" "Lewd slut"... But these words... didn't seem to be that unbearable... Mmm... Why was she feeling... a surge of excitement... Finally, the abductor seemed satisfied, clapping their hands as if to say, "Mission accomplished." Was it finally over? Fang Rui sighed with relief. Although her current state was unsightly, at least she could rest... But the abductor didn't think so. In an instant, the world before Fang Rui's eyes turned pitch black. She had been able to see a sliver of light through the gaps in the stockings, but now she could see absolutely nothing. She panicked at first, then a familiar sensation came from above... Something was being placed over her head, already wrapped in layers of stockings. So that was it? Fang Rui realized the purpose of the stockings on her head—to help her head adapt to the noticeably oversized hood... Even though her face was already stripped away, she still had to wear this? Fang Rui gave a bitter smile inwardly. She had heard of some dominants who didn't use whips or toys to torment their subs; they preferred to use various props to gradually strip away the sub's last vestiges of dignity and mobility, turning them into an immobile, almost sculptural object... The feeling of stripping away another's dignity as a human was also an interesting form of torment. Feeling the zipper being tightened at the back of her head, Fang Rui sighed, comforting herself that at least the abductor couldn't do anything further to her. After several waves of pleasure, an overwhelming fatigue washed over Fang Rui's entire body... Although her core was still being rubbed and tormented, at least she could have a moment of respite... Respite... No—no! Fang Rui realized in horror that she couldn't inhale any air—not even a tiny bit of the foul-smelling air! The hood—the hood should have nostrils—no—no, no, no, no, no, no, no— Is the hood sealed? In an instant, the icy hand of death gripped Fang Rui's heart and squeezed! "Woo-woo-woo—woo-woo-woo!" This time, her moans contained a multitude of meanings—fear of suffocation, the desperate desire to live... Fang Rui wanted to surrender—she wanted to beg her abductor in person. She was willing to be their slave, to be tormented in any way, just please take off the hood, or she would truly suffocate here and— *Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft—* When breathing becomes difficult, the brain becomes dizzy, and thought processes, concepts, and everything else become jumbled. In other words, one becomes extremely drowsy and confused... However, the perception of sexual pleasure suddenly increases at this moment. What was once a mild sensation could now be a direct path to orgasm. And in this state, Fang Rui naturally experienced another orgasm, with dim lubrication gushing from her nether regions like a waterfall, soaking the entire wooden horse. The sentence choked Xiao Ma to a standstill. He had indeed entertained the thought, despite his reservations, but the idea of "Sister Shaman, who enjoys masochism as a hobby anyway," made him disregard the consequences and go ahead with it. "N-no, but Sister Shaman... you seemed to be enjoying the other dildo—" "Shut your damn mouth!" Shaman roared, her face flushing red. It was true that the thing inserted into her vagina felt quite comfortable, and her few orgasms had been less agonizing because of it... But if this brat got his hands on it, wouldn't he just use it to break her down completely? She still wanted to explore other things... Though Shaman was still bound like a meatball, her formerly proud and heroic demeanor had returned. Slowly, she regained the initiative in their dynamic. Hearing her angry shout, Xiao Ma obediently shut his mouth. "...Anyway, don't use things like that carelessly from now on," Shaman pouted. She was the one tied up and immobile, the masochist, yet whenever Xiao Ma looked down, she always felt a pang of guilt, as if she had done something wrong. Ah, she supposed she was just too soft-hearted... Xiao Ma couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere and took the initiative to speak, "Then I'll untie you now, Sister Shaman—" "Wait," Shaman interrupted him. "...Let's... finish the training first," Shaman said, her face still red. "There's still one last part to go..." "Huh? We're still training?" Xiao Ma was a bit surprised. It seemed Sister Shaman's masochistic tendencies were beyond his imagination; even in this state, she wanted to continue. "But... I don't have anywhere else to put the props," Xiao Ma said sincerely. "And besides, if you couldn't escape the restraints from before, wouldn't adding more difficulty just be futile?" — Or do you just like being tied up like a piece of meat, Sister Shaman? Xiao Ma ultimately swallowed the latter half of his thought. "Well, so the 'last part' I mentioned isn't about continuing escape training... Do you remember I said at the beginning that this was a case from a file?" Xiao Ma nodded, though he suspected this was just an excuse for Sister Shaman to justify their bondage session. "Actually, the robber at the time also kidnapped many people. Once he discovered that his victim had failed to escape, after recapturing them..." Shaman took a deep breath. "He would brutally violate them... I want you to simulate this part." Xiao Ma stood frozen for a full half-minute. "Xiao Ma?" "Y-yes..." "I want you to help me complete this part of the simulation," Shaman said unhurriedly. "After all, judging by today's training, I've failed spectacularly... Not only am I bound with multiple restraints, but I've also been brought to orgasm multiple times by your toys... Heh heh, if you had any ill intentions towards me, you would have sold me off as a piece of meat long ago, wouldn't you? Like to Boss Li?" "N-no..." "Oh?" Shaman raised an eyebrow. "Then would you prefer to keep me as your eternally forbidden treasure? Hmm... You've got quite the ideas, kid. Who would have thought the 'Escape Master' from the forum and the real-life busty, cool older sister would be a perverted woman who falls into ecstasy under the tutelage of a young photographer? Heh heh, you're quite skilled, aren't you? Using urethral plugs and vaginal training... You even made my proudest assets, my breasts, a target for humiliation. My nipples are still aching terribly..." "S-Sister Shaman..." Xiao Ma covered his face with his hands. "Please stop..." Don't ruin the image you have in my mind... I thought the strong and resilient Sister Shaman, but after being bound, her perverted side exploded. Now that you've loosened my gag, you've developed a bratty attribute? No, Sister Shaman, this tall, busty, mature woman image shouldn't be called that... But in any case, the level of provocation is off the charts! You're acting like a severe masochist from a manga, constantly teasing me. It feels like you're just one step away from calling me master... "You seem troubled, Xiao Ma," Shaman's voice suddenly softened, like a caring older sister offering advice. "I'm sorry, my words might have been a bit harsh earlier... But I think you don't need to overcomplicate things." Xiao Ma was speechless. How could he not overcomplicate things? Sister Shaman, you want me to directly fuck you... "Well... although this request sounds like I'm asking you to directly fuck me..." Shaman's face turned crimson. Saying it out loud, she really wanted to find a hole to crawl into. "But... why not see it as an upgrade to our hobby?" Shaman explained somewhat clumsily. "I've always felt... that if I continue to follow my passion and interest in bondage... this day would eventually come... Although I always tell you guys not to have impure thoughts about me, when we actually spend time together, I find myself less guarded around you and Guo'er. And sometimes, when I'm practicing self-bondage and struggling, I often wonder what it would feel like if I were actually caught by a villain and they violated me. At those times, my whole body heats up, and I rub the rope knots between my legs frantically... Heh heh, a bit surprising, isn't it? I also feel that sometimes, when I'm bound, I'm more... lewd than I imagined." As Shaman spoke, she felt her cheeks cooling down. Perhaps admitting her true nature wasn't as difficult as she thought? Especially when facing her closest bondage partner... Phew— she had finally poured out her heart to this kid... Shaman suddenly felt a sense of lightness, even excitedly thinking: If the Xiao Ma in front of her were real, she could definitely play more thoroughly and openly with Guo'er and the others in the world of the bondage simulation. But conversely, it was precisely because she knew this "familiar stranger" wouldn't expose her lewd and flirtatious side that she dared to tease him so recklessly.