Mother-Son/Daughter Series 2 - The Young Female CEO's Foot Slave Journey

Jingyao was diligent and quick to learn, grasping concepts instantly. He finished his homework in no time and tidied up most of the household chores. He clapped his hands, feeling a pang of boredom. "So boring~" Jingyao mumbled, leaning back in his chair. His long fingers tapped idly on the desk, his gaze drifting to the computer screen. A smile crept onto his lips. "Maybe I should watch that video Xiao Hao sent me earlier?" With that thought, Jingyao closed his bedroom door and opened a video from a hidden folder on his computer. The video showed a beautiful woman in a police uniform, her expression panicked, her red lips pressed together, bound to a chair and unable to move. Her upper body was tightly bound with ropes, her stocking-clad feet spread and tied to the chair legs, her toes wriggling. The camera panned down, sweeping over her slender waist cinched by ropes, her full breasts, her long, stockinged legs, finally settling on her constantly twitching feet. Her delicate insteps peeked through the sheer stockings. This was Jingyao's secret. He suffered from erectile dysfunction and worried constantly about his condition. The other boys around him often made crude jokes, but he could hear them and couldn't experience any of it, always too afraid to admit that he was "useless" downstairs. As a result, his classmates treated him as if he were unaffected, showing him plenty of BDSM images and videos. To his surprise, he actually had a slight reaction. This sparked Jingyao's interest, and he began to voraciously consume everything about the scene, collecting numerous videos. He found himself particularly drawn to videos featuring police uniforms, even starting to fantasize about his own mother – Su Ruolan, who wore the police uniform with such commanding presence. This new video was exactly to Jingyao's taste. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the click of the front door opening at home. "Sorry, sorry, Xiao Yao, I had to work late again today. I couldn't make it back in time, but I'll cook for you now... Huh? Where is he?" Su Ruolan said, rushing in as soon as she got home. But Jingyao was nowhere to be seen. She stood at the doorway, bending down to slip off her black high heels, revealing her delicate feet encased in flesh-toned stockings. The toes were reinforced, making them appear even more alluring. Her slender arches gleamed softly under the light. She leaned "Mmmph," Su Ruolan couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She felt her arms had to be stretched out straight and immobilized, without any effort on her part. Of course, this was just the beginning. "Heh heh, now I'm going to bind Mom's upper body... those massive breasts..." Jing Yao draped the rope over his mother's shoulders. The two ends of the rope crossed at her collarbones, then threaded down between her breasts, pressing the fabric of her top downwards. The material around her chest tightened, and even through the bra, she could feel the friction, making her massive breasts feel incredibly compressed, her nipples tingling with an itch. "Mmmph~" Su Ruolan couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she was bound. She tried to reach up and scratch, only to realize her hands were tied and completely immobile. Jing Yao was completely engrossed. He continued to wrap the rope around her chest, connecting it to her upper arms. The rope, through her uniform, pressed tightly against Su Ruolan's [X], coiling around her soft breasts four or five times, making her incredibly sensitive. "You brat! Where are you binding me so tightly!" Su Ruolan exclaimed playfully. "This is how it's done, Mom. Just bear with it, it'll be over soon!" Jing Yao said, threading the rope under her armpits and then binding the upper part of her massive breasts, also four or five loops. A large amount of rope tightened behind her, tied into knots. The numerous knots gradually converged into a rope bundle at her vest. "All done! Upper body is bound!" "Mmmph, this binding, why is it so tight?" Su Ruolan tried to struggle, and the rope's pull and friction against her uniform made a sharp, rustling sound. Her police uniform was either pressed tightly against her skin or stretched to its absolute limit. "Mmmph... Mmmph... Mmmph!" Just being bound was constricting, and any movement made the rope dig in painfully. She stood up and looked in the mirror at the ropework on her body. It was neat and exquisite. She found it beautiful and was somewhat surprised. Turning back to Jing Yao, she said, "You're this skilled on your first try? Be honest, where did you learn these binding techniques?" "From those videos my classmate sent me? And some of those videos show the entire binding process, so I followed along and practiced with toys or on myself." "Alright! Is that all the binding? Does it have any effect?" Su Ruolan shrugged and replied somewhat speechlessly. "Of course not, there's still the lower half!" Jing Yao said, pulling out another bundle of rope. He folded it in half and wrapped it around his mother's slender waist twice, also pressing it tightly against her skin. The ends of the rope were tied below her navel, at her dan tian, and then pulled downwards towards Su Ruolan's lower body. Su Ruolan was stunned. An unprecedented stimulation washed over her. She seemed to be enjoying it, but her innate sense of morality made her lift her leg and kick her son. "You little brat, where are you binding me?" Jing Yao, who was in the middle of binding, was sent sprawling by his mother's kick. He quickly got up and complained, "Ow! Mom, if I don't bind it completely, I won't..." Su Ruolan actually regretted kicking him the moment she did it. Hearing his words, her heart softened even more. "Fine, fine, you bind away! I won't stop you!" "Great Jingyao and his mother were at a stalemate, his gaze falling on the loose police tie around her neck. An idea struck him. In a few swift movements, he untied Su Ruolan's tie, looped it around her mouth, and then tied it tightly behind her head, creating a makeshift gag. The cloth ball could no longer be spat out, leaving her with only muffled grunts and an inability to speak. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" Su Ruolan's almond eyes widened, and she glared fiercely at him. Yet, a hint of shyness flickered in her gaze, her cheeks flushing a delicate crimson. Seeing this, Jingyao's heart throbbed with impatience, and he grew bolder. His mother's bound and helpless posture was utterly captivating. Mustering his courage, he leaned in and planted several kisses on her cheeks. Su Ruolan trembled at the sudden intimacy, goosebumps erupting all over her back. Her heart felt as if it were being scratched by cat's claws, a sensation both numb and itchy. Her ears burned with embarrassment, and she let out another muffled cry: "Mmmph mmmph mmmph—" "Heh heh, Mom, you just stay here and entertain yourself for a while. I'll come check on you after I finish my game," Jingyao said, playfully patting her pert buttocks. The springy touch sent his mind reeling. He turned and slipped away, leaving her sprawled on the table, seething with indignation. (Ahhh! You little brat, abandoning your mother like this, all you care about is playing games!) Su Ruolan cursed him silently, her anger burning. She suddenly exerted force, her body wriggling like a fish, attempting to break free from the layers of rope. But she had been bound in the 'four-horsemen' position for so long, and after experiencing an orgasm, her body was still sticky with the warm imprint of her son's semen, a salty, musky scent mingling with sweat. She simply had no strength left. After a brief struggle, she was once again drenched in sweat, exhaustion washing over her like a tide. Within moments, she was panting, her mind growing heavy, her vision blurring. Her eyelids drooped, and she slumped onto the table, falling into a heavy, dazed sleep. On Jingyao's end, he was lost in the thrill of the game, slaying monsters and leveling up, completely engrossed and oblivious to the passage of time. An hour flew by in the blink of an eye. He stretched lazily and finally, with a sigh of lingering satisfaction, turned off the computer. He ambled back to the living room, humming a little tune, "Mom, I'm done with the computer, how did you get untied... Huh?" Jingyao arrived at the dining table, only to find that his mother had not only failed to escape her bonds but had also passed out, sleeping soundly. Her head rested on the table, eyes closed, brows furrowed, much like when she was exhausted as a child but still insisted on doing chores. It was the kind of sleep that came only from extreme fatigue. He felt a pang of guilt. His mother had sacrificed so much for him, yet he had indulged himself so readily... He untied her ropes and woke her, intending for her to rest. As he was undoing the ropes on her feet and removing her high heels, his eyes lingered on her exquisite feet. He then remembered the phone in his pocket. "Wait, it's rare to get this chance. Who knows when I'll have another opportunity like this. This is the perfect chance to capture Mom bound. Not only the uniform, but also her stockings and feet." With trembling hands, he picked up his phone and took several photos of his mother – close-ups, long shots, her face, her chest, her feet, over a dozen shots. Still not satisfied, he switched to video mode, recording from every conceivable angle, like a police officer in a video. Starting from her disheveled hair, the lens slowly moved down: her flushed face, the snowy cleavage revealed by her open collar, the supple curve of her waist, her bound legs... Finally, it settled on her stocking-clad feet, the elegant arch of her foot, the faint hint of her tender toes... Jingyao's heart pounded in his throat. The camera lingered for several seconds before he finally stopped recording. Thankfully! Su Ruolan hadn't woken up. Jingyao carefully put his phone away before beginning to untie his mother's ropes, inevitably taking some liberties in the process. "So beautiful!" Jingyao murmured, his eyes glazed with admiration as he loosened the rope around her ankle. "Mmmph~" Su Ruolan moaned softly in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering. As the ropes were undone, Su Ruolan quickly regained consciousness. After all, being bound so tightly, she couldn't have been in a deep sleep. By the time she was fully aware, most of the knots had already been loosened. "Huh? How did I fall asleep! Ouch! That hurts so much!" Su Ruolan felt numb all over, especially her shoulders and hands, which ached terribly. Being bound for so long had affected her circulation. Her entire body was covered in sweat, soaking through her uniform, making her feel sticky and incredibly uncomfortable. Her mouth also felt awful, stretched uncomfortably by the cloth. Su Ruolan whimpered, gesturing for Jingyao to remove the tablecloth from her mouth, as she lacked the strength herself: "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph." "I'm sorry, Mom, did I go too far!" Jingyao said, his voice filled with guilt as he loosened the tie around her mouth and removed the tablecloth, which was now wrinkled from her saliva. Now that she was untied, he lost his previous demeanor, his head hanging low, unable to meet her eyes, his voice faltering. Su Ruolan was also embarrassed. As a respectable police officer, she had been tied up by her son and had completely passed out. She coughed a few times, cleared her throat, and forced herself to ask with a strained voice, "Xiao Yao, how are you feeling now? Is your... illness any better?" Her professional demeanor as a police officer allowed her to quickly regain composure. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, knowing that showing weakness would only embolden the attacker. So, she nodded slightly, signaling her cooperation, and slowly raised her hands. The sleeves of her uniform slid down, revealing her fair wrists. "Good, you're quite obedient..." Old Wu sneered triumphantly. Before he finished speaking, Su Ruolan suddenly lifted her left foot, her high heel sharply stomping down on Old Wu's left instep. The heel precisely crushed his toes, and the intense pain made Old Wu cry out, "Ahhh!" He instinctively loosened his grip, and Su Ruolan seized the opportunity to turn, her left elbow striking upwards, hitting Old Wu's chin with a crisp "crack." The fruit knife clattered to the floor, rolling under the sofa with a ding-dong sound. Su Ruolan followed up with a joint lock, her right foot nimbly wrapping around Old Wu's back. She twisted his left arm behind him, her movements swift and precise, showcasing her police academy training. *(I am a patrol officer, after all, and I've received relevant training at the unit.)* Su Ruolan thought smugly. But she was stumped by what came next. She patted her waist and then remembered she had only come back temporarily to retrieve something and hadn't brought her handcuffs. *(Damn it! No equipment!)* She frowned and scanned her surroundings. The living room's furnishings came into view: the glass door to the balcony was half-open, and a few clothes swayed in the breeze on the clothesline. Her gaze inadvertently fell on the line, and her mind flashed back to the "bondage game" she had played with her son, Jingyao – the feeling of being tightly bound by ropes, the stimulation of her son caressing her breasts, Jingyao's mischievous gaze... Old Wu recovered from the pain and looked up, surprised to find Su Ruolan frozen. Seizing this moment of distraction, he suddenly struggled, flinging his arms backward and breaking free from Su Ruolan's control. Caught off guard, Su Ruolan stumbled. Old Wu seized the advantage, lunging forward. His hands, like iron clamps, grabbed her arms, and his legs quickly wrapped around her ankles, forcefully dragging her towards the sofa. "Mmmph... Damn it!" Su Ruolan gasped, trying to push him away with her knees, but Old Wu's strength far surpassed hers. He pinned her down on the sofa. "Hmph! You little bitch, trying to outmuscle me!" Old Wu snarled, straddling Su Ruolan's back. He pressed down on her shoulder with one hand while twisting her arms behind her back with the other. He pinned her waist with his knee, rendering Su Ruolan completely immobile. "Don't struggle!" "You thief, you'd better turn yourself in! I know you're part of that rampant criminal gang, right? We police have already found clues. Kidnapping a police officer is a serious crime!" Su Ruolan said through gritted teeth. She struggled on the sofa, her body twisting, trying to push Old Wu off with her shoulders. Her hair scattered across her cheeks. Her legs kicked out repeatedly, her high heels hitting the sofa armrest several times with dull thuds. The remote control on the coffee table was shaken to the floor. Old Wu hadn't expected the police to have already investigated their organization, nor that Su Ruolan had guessed his intentions so accurately. He put on a show, "Oh~ the police are quite capable these days. But I work alone. I just came to your place to snag a few things and leave. I never said I was going to kidnap you!" Su Ruolan froze: she couldn't believe she had already imagined being kidnapped. *(Did that bondage game with my son really change me? Damn it, I'm completely subdued by him now. Resistance is unlikely in the short term. If he's just after money, it'll be fine. I hope he keeps his word, but I still need to find a way to notify my colleagues to arrest him.)* With this thought, Su Ruolan stopped speaking, and her struggles lessened considerably. The Pothos plant in the corner swayed gently in the breeze. The living room was silent, save for the ticking of the clock and their heavy breaths. Seeing that Su Ruolan was no longer resisting violently, a glint of triumph flashed in Old Wu's eyes. He released one hand and scanned the surroundings, his gaze landing on a blue tablecloth on the coffee table. The tablecloth was crumpled beside a mug, its edges stained with coffee. He snatched the tablecloth, his lips curling into a sinister grin. "I've threatened a few women while stealing before, but this is my first time kidnapping a female cop! You mentioned kidnapping just now, and it actually gave me an idea, hehe. I wonder if a female cop struggling would be more interesting?" Before he finished speaking, he crumpled the tablecloth into a ball and, catching Su Ruolan off guard, roughly stuffed it into her mouth. The rough fabric filled her mouth, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. "Mmmph?!" Su Ruolan was startled by the sudden action, her eyes wide. A muffled protest escaped her throat. She shook her head desperately, her hair flying across her face, trying to spit out the tablecloth. But Old Wu's palm pressed down firmly on her chin, preventing her from moving. (Damn it! To be bullied like this by a mere thief!) Su Ruolan thought indignantly, whimpering and squirming. Fearing she would cause more trouble, Old Wu Er grabbed her arm and half-dragged, half-pulled her from the living room into the bedroom. The bedroom door was shoved open with a creak. The room was softly lit, the beige curtains half-drawn, allowing sunlight to stream through the gaps and fall onto the pristine white sheets. A minimalist desk lamp sat on the nightstand, and a faint lavender scent permeated the air. Old Wu Er pushed Su Ruolan to the edge of the bed. He freed one hand and rummaged through the closet. He roughly pulled open a drawer, revealing a pile of stockings and lingerie. His eyes lit up as he grabbed two pairs of nude pantyhose, their smooth surface shimmering under the lamplight. He grinned, "These should come in handy!" "Mmmph mmmph?" He pressed Su Ruolan onto the bed, his knee digging into her waist as he forcefully crossed and twisted her arms behind her back. He began to bind her with a pair of pantyhose. Since Old Wu Er was just a thief and lacked professional binding skills, his movements were clumsy. The pantyhose were wrapped haphazardly around Su Ruolan's wrists, tied with a loose knot. "No, this woman is a cop, I need to tie her tighter!" Old Wu Er muttered, and he yanked the pantyhose tighter. They bit firmly into Su Ruolan's wrists. After wrapping them three or four times, he tied a tight, secure knot, ensuring she couldn't escape. Su Ruolan tried to struggle, twisting her wrists with force, only to find the pantyhose bound exceptionally tightly. These were the expensive ones she'd bought last year, soft yet durable, which she usually saved for special occasions. Now, they served as her restraints. She gritted her teeth, a low "mmph" escaping her throat, while an involuntary thought flickered through her mind: (If Xiao Yao knew how effective pantyhose binding was, would he use this to tie me up in the future?) The thought sent a jolt through her, and a blush instantly bloomed on her cheeks. She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the inappropriate fantasy... After binding her wrists, Old Wu Er picked up the other pair of pantyhose. He stretched them out and used them to gag Su Ruolan, wrapping them around her face and tying a tight knot behind her head. The pantyhose pressed firmly against her mouth, completely sealing it, leaving her only able to emit muffled whimpers. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!" Su Ruolan continued to struggle, her body writhing on the soft sheets, trying to use her shoulders and knees to push away Old Wu Er who was pressing down on her. In the process, her skirt rode up a little, revealing her lace-trimmed panties. Upon glimpsing the exposed lace underwear, Old Wu Er became visibly aroused, his erection pressing hard against his pants, his breathing growing heavy. "Hh... hh... heheh!" He reached out and roughly pulled down Su Ruolan's black police skirt, revealing her long legs encased in the nude pantyhose... From her slender, delicate ankles to her rounded, full calves, and then to her plump, alluring thighs, everything beneath the stockings, including the small panties hidden there, exuded a fatal allure. The aunt dangled a vibrator in front of me, forcefully spreading my legs. She pressed it against the base of my cock and turned it to the highest setting. "Ah!" 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She then carried me to theThe aunt then carried me to the backyard, where an old locust tree stood. She took me under the locust tree and hung me up in a spread-eagle position. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah!" Under the force of gravity, the ropes continuously tore at my limbs, making it impossible to struggle. Auntie then came over with a black blindfold and the red gag from before, smiling as she put them on me. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph" She patted my butt, kissed it, then spun me around until I was dizzy. "Good boy, you stay here for now. I'll come check on you later." Finally, I swayed under the tree, the cold wind blowing, raising goosebumps on my naked body. The gag was covered in saliva, glistening in the firelight. It was extremely cold outside; if not for the heat radiating from the barbecue grill, I would have been frostbitten. "Mmmph!" Mother, how could she not recognize her own child? Upon discovering my mistreatment, she rushed towards Aunt Wang Yan and Cousin Li Ming, shouting. Li Ming's eyes lit up when he saw my mother. He dropped the grilled fish he was holding and rushed towards her. "Mom!" My mother, a strong woman, quickly reacted and turned to run, but her feet were shackled, preventing her from moving fast. Before long, my cousin had caught her. "Heh heh, Auntie, I've missed you so much." Cousin hugged my mother, his hands slipping under her arms and cupping her breasts over her bra, rubbing them vigorously. He pushed her towards my aunt. "Shen Bing, it's been so long. How have you been?" Aunt said, lifting my mother's face, a triumphant smirk on her face. Her long nails dug into my mother's chin. The backyard fence creaked in the wind, and a few dog barks echoed in the distance, adding to the eerie atmosphere. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!" My mother struggled incessantly. She finally understood that she had been completely tricked. Auntie watched my mother's anxious expression, her smile growing more triumphant. She tore off the tape from my mother's mouth and pulled out the wet stocking. "Heh heh... Wang Yan, you crazy bitch, what the fuck are you doing? Let me and my son go!" My mother cursed, enduring her cousin's harassment. "Hahahaha, today I'm going to play with you mother and son until you break!" Auntie removed my blindfold. I saw my mother, clad only in her underwear, and felt immense guilt. I lowered my head, even bursting into tears. My tears dripped onto the stone slab, instantly freezing in the cold air. "Mmmph~" "Oh~ The pretty boy is crying because he tricked his own mother!" Auntie said with a smile, wiping away my tears. Cousin then secured my mother to a wooden post in the center of the yard, locking her hands with handcuffs. The rough surface of the post, carrying a damp, moldy smell, scraped against her back. Then, Cousin grabbed her panties and tore them open with scissors! My mother's honey pot was thus exposed to all of us. She shamefully closed her eyes, her body trembling in the cold wind. My mother's honey pot was covered in thick hair, with two large purple labia hidden within, quite prominent. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" My mother let out an angry yet powerless growl, her voice masked by the wind. "Hahaha, Auntie, you have such a great body! You must have slept with quite a few old men!" Li Ming chuckled lewdly, his large hands roaming over my mother's body. "Now, I can finally taste it!" Bai Shuting was escorted back to the small wooden cabin by several people. Yang Luying, Jiang Yue, and Lin Qiqi rubbed their hands together, roughly stripping off her sweat-soaked clothes, and then pulled out all the toys from her anus and pussy! The moment the toys came out, her pussy gushed with juice again, making Bai Shuting feel incredibly sore and her thighs tremble. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu!" The three then changed Bai Shuting into a very sexy three-point bikini. This time, they bought it themselves because it was too lewd. The entire bikini was made of extremely thin black lace, with pitifully little fabric. The two triangular pieces on the upper body barely covered the edges of her areolas. The girls deliberately didn't put it on her properly, exposing her pink nipples, which trembled and stood erect like two ripe cherries. The thong on the lower body was even more unbearable, with thin strings digging into her butt crack. The almost completely transparent black lace barely covered her fair pubic mound, and her pubic hair was not fully concealed, allowing a clear view of what was underneath... This time, she was bound into a snake-like bondage by the three girls with fine cotton ropes, starting from the soles of her feet. First, the rope was wound and tied in the center of her soles, the knot pressing tightly against her arches. Then, the rope was led out to bind her ankles, with two or three loops tied side-by-side every 2 centimeters, winding round and round up to her thighs. The ropes were so tight that her fair, tender thighs bulged slightly, spilling out from under the ropes. Her legs were completely brought together, unable to move, and even her toes could only curl and rub against each other, truly resembling a segmented snake. "Mmmwu~ Mmmwuwuwu~"