The Chastisement After the Bet

Shang Zihan's gaze swept across their faces, her voice as light as a feather, yet carrying an undeniable force: "For the final exams, whoever gets the highest overall score gets two months of vacation. The other two... will unconditionally obey her." The air instantly fell silent. Ma Ying was the first to react, her slender willow brows furrowed tightly. "Unconditionally? What exactly does that entail?" Shang Zihan shrugged, smiling nonchalantly. "Anything. Live at her place, be her driver, do her homework, go shopping with her, fetch her tea and water... even, help her with laundry, cooking, warm her bed, all acceptable. As long as she asks, you cannot refuse." She bit off the last three words with extreme lightness, yet they landed like sledgehammers on their hearts. Lu Shuang's high-bridged nose flushed slightly with anger. She retorted almost instinctively, "Shang Zihan, are you insane? Two months? We're not your slaves." "Slaves?" Shang Zihan chuckled softly, repeating the word as if savoring its taste. "Miss Lu, are you scared?" Lu Shuang, provoked, immediately stood up. Tall and slender, she was almost eye-to-eye with Shang Zihan. "Scared of you? Fine, I'll bet!" Ma Ying hesitated for half a second, looking at Lu Shuang, then at Shang Zihan, and finally bit her lower lip. "...I'll bet too." Shang Zihan's eyes curved in satisfaction. She extended both hands, grasping Lu Shuang's wrist with one and Ma Ying's with the other, forcefully pulling their hands together before covering them with her own. "A tripartite agreement, words are not enough," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. "From now on, whoever backs out is a little dog." Lu Shuang tried to pull her hand away, but Shang Zihan held on tightly. She said with a cold face, "You don't need to remind me. The daughter of the Lu family always keeps her word." Ma Ying added in a low voice, "Neither does the Ma family." Only then did Shang Zihan release their hands, stepping back and making an elegant "please" gesture. "Then I wish you both good luck. Two months from now... I hope you won't regret it." She turned and left, her waist swaying, her long hair arcing in the setting sun like a cat about to pounce on its prey. Only Lu Shuang and Ma Ying remained in the classroom. They exchanged a glance, a subtle mix of animosity and alliance filling the air. They were rivals, yet at this moment, they both saw Shang Zihan as a common enemy. Lu Shuang spoke first, her voice kept very low. "She's too arrogant. This time, one of us has to beat her." Ma Ying nodded, a flicker of stubbornness in her eyes beneath her slender brows. "Right. No matter who gets first place, we can't let her win." Neither of them could have imagined that this simple statement, "No matter who gets first place," would become the most ironic prophecy two months later. At the entrance of Spring Vine Academy, at six in the evening, the setting sun gilded the black body of the stretched Lincoln. Shang Zihan, in a custom-made white dress with a severely cinched waist, her willow-like waist was as delicate as if it could be held in one hand. She leaned against the car door, her slender fingers twirling the car keys, smiling like a well-fed cat. "Two months, Miss Lu, Miss Ma, don't forget the bet." Lu Shuang bit her lower lip, her high nose bridge slightly reddening with anger. Today, she was wearing a taro purple silk shirt, the top button fastened to the very top, as if she were wrapping herself in clothes to protect her last shred of pride. Ma Ying stood beside her, her slender eyebrows furrowed tightly, her fingers gripping the chain of her Hermès Birkin bag, her knuckles turning white. "Shang Zihan, don't go too far." Lu Shuang's voice trembled slightly, but she remained stubborn. "Too far?" Shang Zihan chuckled lightly, opened the car door, and gestured, "Let's talk in the car. Losing is losing, Miss Lu wouldn't go back on her word, would she?" The two exchanged a glance, and finally bent down to sit in the spacious back seat. The car door slammed shut, cutting off the outside world. The driver and assistant, with keen eyes, raised the partition, and the car cabin instantly became a sealed private domain. Shang Zihan took out a bundle of pre-cut, thin, and soft wine-red silk ropes from the Hermès Kelly bag at her feet, and then took out two pink bullet vibrators from a hidden pocket, gently shaking them between her fingers. "Hands behind your back." Her voice was sickeningly sweet, yet carried an undeniable dominance. Lu Shuang instinctively tried to shrink towards the car door, but Shang Zihan grabbed her wrist. The silk rope quickly wrapped around her slender wrist bone, first three times, then threaded through the middle and pulled tight, tying a dead knot. The knot pressed precisely on her pulse, and with every heartbeat, she could feel the presence of the rope. Ma Ying was not spared either. Shang Zihan's other hand had already skillfully twisted her hands behind her back and bound them tightly in the same manner. The silk rope left faint red marks on Ma Ying's fair skin, like red plum blossoms suddenly blooming in the snow. "Shang Zihan, are you crazy?!" Lu Shuang's voice finally broke into sobs. "Shh—" Shang Zihan placed her index finger on Lu Shuang's lips, and then, as if by chance, stuffed a vibrator into her mouth, making her hold it moistly. "Wet it for me first, good girl." Lu Shuang was forced to hold the cold little thing in her mouth, and tears immediately welled up. Her high nose bridge was red, and the tip of her nose twitched slightly with shame, making her look both dignified and pathetic. On Ma Ying's side, Shang Zihan had already lifted her pleated skirt and was pushing the other vibrator up along the inside of her thigh. Ma Ying clenched her legs tightly, but could not resist Shang Zihan's brute force. The moist little thing was finally inserted into her most sensitive spot, a thin wire hanging at the base of her thighs, gently swaying with her every tremor. "Spread your legs." Shang Zihan's voice suddenly turned cold. Ma Ying shook her head, tears dripping down her slender eyebrows. Shang Zihan was not in a hurry. She pressed a button on the remote control. "Buzz—" The faint vibration sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet car cabin. Ma Ying suddenly arched her back, a whimper escaping her throat. "If you don't obey, I'll turn it to the highest setting and let the driver and assistant hear how wild Miss Ma is," Shang Zihan threatened slowly. Ma Ying trembled and spread her legs. Shang Zihan, satisfied, used the remaining silk rope to tie her knees to the sides of the seat legs, her skirt completely bunched up to her waist, her snow-white thighs and the pinkness at the base of her thighs completely exposed to the air. Lu Shuang was not spared either. Shang Zihan took the vibrator out of her mouth, and then casually unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt, revealing her delicate collarbone and the edge of her white lace bra. Then, she placed the vibrator, now moist with her saliva, inside her bra, pressing it against a sensitive spot, and then tightened the silk rope around her chest to ensure it wouldn't fall out. "You make a very good pair," Shang Zihan admired her masterpiece. "A high nose bridge with a red rope, it looks really good." The car drove smoothly towards Shang Zihan's private villa on the mountainside. The forty-minute drive felt like the most torturous punishment, with the vibrator constantly on the lowest setting. Lu Shuang and Ma Ying were pushed to the brink of collapse, but because of shame and the presence of each other, they dared not make too much noise, only biting their lips and sobbing softly. Black patent leather harness-style bra Covering only the nipples, it pushed the breasts high, with silver bells at the base of each breast that jingled with every breath. Matching crotchless leather pants Completely open at the crotch, but with a genuine horse tail insert at the back (the tail already inserted). Leather knee guards + hoof boots for all four limbs The soles of the boots were real horseshoe iron, making a "clop clop" sound when walking, forcing them to crawl on their knees and palms. Headgear Black horse ear headband + genuine leather horse bit (with a metal bar in the mouth, only able to make "whimper" sounds) + blindfold (can be flipped open) The most shameful parts A remote-controlled vibrating horse tail butt plug inserted at the front and back + a vaginal plug, the tails made of real dark brown horsehair, reaching down to the ankles. Shang Zihan was dressed in classic British riding attire: a white shirt, beige riding breeches, and black boots, holding a 3-meter long black horsewhip in her hand. She leaned down and pinched Lu Shuang's chin, forcing her to look up. In the morning light, Lu Shuang's high nose bridge still bore the faint redness from the sun at the pool, her nose tip trembling slightly with fear. The horse bit pressed against her tongue, making it impossible for her to speak complete sentences, only to let out muffled whimpers. "Starting today, you are no longer the Lu family's daughters, nor the Ma family's daughters." Shang Zihan used the tip of her whip to lift the mischievous, upturned mole on Lu Shuang's nose, her voice as soft as a lover's whisper, "You are simply my Shang Zihan's - Mare 003, and Mare 004." She then turned to Ma Ying, her fingertip brushing over her willow-leaf-thin eyebrows: "The little mare with thin eyebrows is perfect for display. We'll see how wild you can get later, for everyone to see." 06:30 Stable Initial Training The stable had been converted into a 26°C constant temperature training room, with one-way glass all around, allowing people outside to see in, but the "horses" inside could not see out. Lu Shuang (Number 003) was secured on a wooden training frame: Her limbs spread wide, knees and elbows fastened into padded troughs, her hips raised high, her tail swaying with the vibrations of the butt plug. Ma Ying (Number 004) was suspended in mid-air: Her hands were hoisted high by leather suspension straps, her legs spread in an M shape, her hoof boots 30 cm off the ground, relying solely on the horse tail plugs in her front and back orifices for balance. Shang Zihan began by brushing them - Using a real horse brush, she worked from the nape of their necks down to their tailbones, and then to the most sensitive inner thighs. The brush was coarse, each stroke eliciting a shiver. After brushing, she took out a bottle of high-gloss horse oil and personally applied it to both of them, until their skin gleamed with a lustrous sheen in the morning light, like real racehorses. "Mare 003 has such a beautiful nose bridge," She flicked Lu Shuang's high nose bridge with her finger, her bell-like laughter echoing in the stable, "You'll sweat a lot from your nose tip when you run later, I like that." 08:00 Outdoor Track - Public Riding A standard 400-meter sand track outdoors, the stands already filled with people - Shang Zihan's invited "distinguished guests": The silver-white ultra-short bunny girl outfit, made of reflective PU leather, barely reached two fingers below the bust. The nipples were clamped red by a pair of glowing LED pink diamond pasties. The lower body was a pair of open-crotch, high-cut tight pants. The crotch was cut into a heart shape, stuffed with a 30cm butt plug with a bunny tail and a 20cm carrot-shaped vibrator for the front hole (official design, doubling the shame). On her head sat a 3kg giant bunny ear headband, with built-in vibrating motors in the ear tips. She sported 15cm transparent crystal sky-high heels, with a rabbit egg hidden in the heel. A pink LED collar around her neck displayed scrolling text: "Star Bunny 003 ♡ Please Pet Me". Ma Ying (Number 004) An identical pure white outfit, with sapphire pasties on her chest. The bunny tail was replaced with a fox tail version (longer and fluffier). The lower body was stuffed with an ice-blue sapphire rod and a fox tail butt plug for the rear hole. The collar displayed: "Snow Bunny 004 ♡ Please Love Me". Shang Zihan wore a park-exclusive "Dark Queen" black leather outfit, with an official walkie-talkie (actually a master control remote) hanging from her waist. She flicked Lu Shuang's bunny ears with her finger, smiling maliciously: "Today, you are the most popular mascots in the entire park. You need to take photos with visitors, hand out balloons, perform idol dances, and ride the carousel… Anyone who dares to slack off will have their tail vibrator turned to maximum, so all the children in the park can hear you scream." 09:00–11:00 Main Road Parade · A Hundred Thousand Lenses At the moment the park opened, 70,000 tourists flooded in. Lu Shuang and Ma Ying, their necks leashed by chains disguised as cute ribbons, walked at the forefront of the parade float procession. The float was an open, three-tiered rotating platform, and they stood on the very top level: Their hands were tied behind their backs in a praying posture, disguised as "making a heart". The bunny tails were fixed by a mechanism, and with every rotation, the tail was pulled out 10cm before being forcefully shoved back in. The LED lights on the pasties flashed with the music, their nipples glowing red under the flashbulbs. The remote control was in Shang Zihan's hand, randomly activating vibrations to the beat of the background music. The parade route was 2 kilometers long, lasting 40 minutes. Along the way, tourists frantically took photos, screaming, "Bunny is so cute!" Lu Shuang's high nose bridge was sunburnt red, with beads of sweat and tears mixed into droplets on her nose tip. With every bump of the float, the carrot vibrator would thrust hard against her cervix, forcing her to bite down hard on her bunny teeth mouthpiece to prevent herself from crying out. Ma Ying's fox tail was being played with by children. Her slender eyebrows were framed by eyes red and swollen from crying, yet she had to maintain her official smile. The most standard 45-degree bow. By the time they returned backstage at 11:00, both were unable to stand steadily. When their bunny tails were pulled out, a long trail of liquid followed. 12:00–15:00 Large Amusement Rides, Round After Round of Torture The freefall ride "Starfall Tower" (108 meters) They were arranged to sit in the front row, the safety bar pressing down on their chests, the pasties perfectly wedged under the bar. As they ascended to the very top, Shang Zihan remotely turned the vibration to maximum plus an electric current mode. The moment of freefall, Lu Shuang lost control of her bladder. Urine streamed down her inner thighs, blown into a mist by the wind. After landing, staff members pretended to offer towels with concern, but in reality, they shoved the soaked bunny tails back in. Shang Zihan, clad in an esports team uniform and short boots, strode across the floor, the crisp click of her heels echoing. In her hands, she carried two USB leashes. Lu Shuang (Designation 005) – Human Keyboard 005 Was secured to the "Keyboard Rig": her limbs splayed and bound to a metal desk frame. Conductive pads covered her palms and soles, her waist forcibly arched backward, her hips suspended and thrust upward. Her nipples were adorned with two "Keycap Stickers," each bearing an electric shock symbol. Every keystroke sent a jolt of current through her. A 50cm "Spacebar Rod" was inserted into her front, its flat, broad form mimicking a keyboard's spacebar. Built-in haptic feedback simulated a deep thrust with every ten characters typed. Her rear was occupied by a "Reboot Butt Plug," its surface etched with keycap textures. A leash trailed from its end; when pulled by a player, the plug would fully eject and reinsert. The most humiliating device was on her nose: a "Macro Key Goggle" fixed to her nasal bridge. Its lenses magnified her tiny mole on the tip of her nose sixfold, projecting it in real-time onto all screens in the internet café. "Smoke Enhancement Tubes" were inserted into her nostrils, amplifying any trace of smoke, sweat, or keyboard grime tenfold, forcing it into her nasal passages. Ma Ying (006) – Living Mouse 006 Was locked into the "Mouse Restraint Shell": her legs curled and bound behind her, knees fixed to the rollers. Her buttocks were exposed, forcing her to propel herself forward using only her shoulders and chin. Her nipples were clamped by two "Scroll Wheel Grips," each housing a vibrating roller that spun erratically with her movements. Both her front and rear orifices were fitted with "Cursor Rods," 15cm long and etched with laser-like patterns. Players could pull them out and use them as pointers, then reinsert them after clicking. Her nasal apparatus was a "Mouse Nose Shell," a black plastic casing affixed to her nose bridge. Tear collection tubes inserted into her nostrils channeled her tears into a "Charging Slot" on her tongue, where players could then suck them up and feed them back to her. Shang Zihan plugged the leashes into the electronic collars around their necks. The collars' LED displays scrolled with messages: "Free Keystrokes 005 ♡ Feel free to hit the spacebar" "Free Clicks 006 ♡ Make her cry" 11:00–14:00 Midday Rush – "Trial Positions" Players swarmed in, filling every available seat, the sound of keyboards and mice a torrential downpour. Lu Shuang was led to a prime spot. With every string of keys she typed, the spacebar rod automatically plunged deep, and the keycap stickers sent jolts of electricity through her. Players' favorite pastime was yanking her reboot butt plug leash, watching the moment it fully ejected and reinserted, accompanied by a close-up of her high nose bridge arching violently and the spasm of the mole on her nose tip. Some deliberately hammered the spacebar during games, the rod thrusting into her uncontrollably, causing urine to splash onto the floor in the shape of a keyboard. Ma Ying was surrounded by a group of internet-addicted youths for "mouse trials." They flipped her onto her side, pulled out the cursor rods to click the screen a few times, then reinserted them, remarking, "So responsive." One of them sucked up her charging slot, forcing her to swallow her own tears. When she couldn't finish, he held her mouth shut and poured them in, making her tears flow even faster. 15:00–19:00 Team Match Peak – "Bar Counter Peripherals Sharing" The most chaotic period arrived. "Lane 004 ♡ Drown Me" Lü Shuang (003) A full-body transparent latex bodysuit, only 0.2mm thick, clinging to her skin like a second layer, yet deliberately cut out at the chest, mons pubis, and between her buttocks. Her nipples were clamped by a pair of "Breathing Shark Clips," each housing a micro-water pump that would randomly suck out air before blasting in icy water. Her front hole was plugged with a 50cm transparent "Lane Water Snake," its body capable of autonomous swimming, as if truly moving inside her. The tail end connected to a fluorescent green "Lane Line," trailing 30cm from her opening, its tip tied to a small float that bobbed on the water's surface as a "lane marker." Her rear hole was fitted with a complete "Underwater Breathing Anal Tube," as thick as a diving hose, connected to a mini oxygen tank at the end. However, the oxygen was mixed with 10% aphrodisiac gas. The most cruel was her nose: two transparent tubes were inserted into her nostrils, leading directly to her throat. The ends of the tubes protruded 5mm from her nose tip, like two never-removable nose studs. Ma Ying (004) Her transparent swimsuit was a pure white color-changing model, turning completely transparent upon contact with water. Her nipple clamps were "Jellyfish Electric Shock Rings," each embedded with 36 tiny tendrils that discharged electricity automatically when wet. Her front hole was plugged with a "Living Jellyfish Wand," its bell 8cm in diameter, capable of expanding to 12cm, its tentacles writhing inside her. Her rear hole held a "Sea Anemone Butt Plug," resembling a five-colored sea anemone. Upon contact with water, it would automatically unfurl into a bloom, its tentacles extending up to 20cm. Shang Zihan finally placed transparent diving masks on them, but the masks only covered their mouths, not their noses—forcing them to breathe through those two humiliating tubes. "Today, you are Lane 9 and Lane 10." She pinched Lü Shuang's small mole on her nose tip and gave it a gentle twist. The nasal tube immediately sprayed a stream of icy water, making Lü Shuang cough uncontrollably, her nostrils turning bright red. 07:00–10:00 Warm-up Match · "Mermaid Warm-up Performance" 60,000 spectators filled the venue. The roof of the swimming pool opened, allowing direct sunlight to stream in. Lü Shuang and Ma Ying were led by their "lane lines" to the center of the main pool, kneeling on the starting blocks. Performance Items: Transparent Breaststroke 50m They had to swim the entire distance using the most standard breaststroke form. However, with every breath and head lift, the tubes in their nostrils would spray water, causing them to cough on the spot, their nose tip moles trembling on the water's surface. Live close-up on the big screen: Lü Shuang's high nose bridge, each time it broke the surface, was accompanied by a string of bubbles, her nostrils appearing pale and stretched by the tubes. Underwater Ballet The two were submerged 5 meters to the bottom of the pool, their hands bound behind their backs. They relied on the autonomous movement of the "Lane Water Snake" to propel their bodies in rotation. The high-definition underwater camera captured: Lü Shuang's nasal tubes bubbling furiously, her nose tip mole like a red bean about to burst; Ma Ying's jellyfish wand bell fully expanded, its tentacles entwining her inner thighs, her entire body appearing as if being preyed upon by a jellyfish. They were the day's most popular "free interactive pets" in the park. Lu Shuang = "Large Dog 003" Ma Ying = "Crying Rabbit 004" Any visitor could walk them, pet them, feed them, photograph them, and "punish" them. If they misbehaved, they would be forced to perform a public mating show on the lawn. 05:00 - Before Dawn - "Pet Dress-Up" The morning mist had yet to dissipate. Only a cold white spotlight illuminated the park's main lawn. Lu Shuang and Ma Ying were dragged to the side of the central fountain, like two animals awaiting release from their cages. Shang Zihan, dressed in riding attire and boots, held two genuine leather leashes, her boot heels leaving deep imprints on the grass. Lu Shuang (Designation 003) - Large Dog 003 Forced onto all fours and locked into a "canine restraint frame": Leather knee and elbow pads were fitted, her waist was forcibly arched, and her hips were thrust high. Her nipples were adorned with two heavy "dog bells," their tongues electric prods, jingling with every movement. A 60cm genuine leather "dog tail" was inserted into her front orifice. The tail's base was as thick as an arm, with internal vibration and expansion, automatically thrusting deepest every ten steps. Her rear orifice held a "dog leash butt plug," its end connected to the leash. When a visitor pulled the leash, the entire butt plug would be yanked out and then reinserted. The most humiliating part was her nose: a "dog nose mirror" was mounted on her bridge, its lenses magnifying the mole on her nose tip fivefold, broadcasting it in real-time to all the park's large screens. Two "scent enhancement tubes" were inserted into her nostrils, amplifying any faint urine or grass scent in the park tenfold and flooding her senses. Ma Ying (004) - Crying Rabbit 004 Locked into a "rabbit hop restraint suit": Her legs were bound together behind her back, forcing her hips to arch. She could only crawl on her knees and shoulders. Her nipples were clamped by two "rabbit ear clips," which contained high-frequency vibrators that quivered with her heartbeat. A "carrot-shaped dildo" was inserted into both her front and rear orifices. Each was 20cm long and studded, allowing visitors to pull them out and gnaw on them like real carrots before reinserting them. Her nose device was a "rabbit nose," a pink silicone patch on her bridge. Tear collection tubes were inserted into her nostrils, and the tears would drip down the tubes into a "drinking bowl" placed by her mouth. Visitors could then pick up the bowl and feed her her own tears. Shang Zihan tied the two leashes to the genuine leather collars around their necks. The LED scrolls on the collars read: "Free Dog Walk 003 ♡ Feel free to pull the tail" "Free Rabbit Hug 004 ♡ Please feed her tears" 06:00–09:00 - Morning Exercise Peak - "Lawn Pet Walking" As the sun rose, the morning exercise crowd of elderly people completely surrounded the lawn. Lu Shuang was led in a circle around the fountain. Every ten steps, the dog tail would automatically thrust deepest, and the dog bells would jingle loudly. The elderly men particularly enjoyed yanking her butt plug tail, watching the moment the entire plug was pulled out and reinserted, her high nose bridge arching back, the mole on her nose tip trembling in the close-up shots. Some people deliberately jogged past, kicking her buttocks as they ran. Each kick caused the tail to thrust. She was kicked so hard that she lost control of her bladder, her urine trailing a long streak across the lawn. Ma Ying was surrounded by a group of elderly women for "rabbit hugs." They flipped Ma Ying over onto her back, pulled out the carrot dildos, gnawed on them for a bit, and then reinserted them, remarking, "So sweet." Someone picked up her tear bowl and forced her to drink it herself. If she couldn't finish it, they would press down on the back of her head and force-feed her, choking her and making her tears flow even more fiercely. 10:00–15:00 - Family Tour Peak - "Children's Playground Pet Interaction" The most brutal period had arrived. In the children's play area, parents brought their children to queue up for "petting." What the children loved to do most was: The previous day's harnesses remained intact: collars, chest bells, tails, gags, and wrist chains, all present. New additions included several quick-release clasps, facilitating swift transitions between different restraints. Shang Zihan first unfastened the platform restraints for the two women, guiding them to the floor. She ordered them to kneel side-by-side on the cold rubber mat, foreheads pressed to the ground, tails held high, awaiting inspection. She tested each tail prop's responsiveness. With a tap of her tablet, Lü Shuang's silver tail spun sharply, while Ma Ying's purple tail was pulled in half an inch deeper. Both women's bodies shuddered simultaneously, yet they dared not make a sound. 09:00–11:00 AM: First stop, "Vertical X-Frame, Wall-Facing." Two classic stainless steel X-frames, 2.2 meters tall with a polished, icy surface, stood side-by-side against the wall. Lü Shuang was secured facing away from the wall: wrists pulled taut overhead, ankles spread to shoulder width, with wide leather straps at the waist and neck, conforming perfectly to the X-frame. Her tail dangled downwards from her crotch, the silver bell resting against her abdomen, quivering with each breath. Ma Ying was secured facing the wall: wrists similarly pulled high, but her ankles were spread wider, knees slightly bent, forcing her hips forward. Her bronze bell hung in front of her chest, nearly touching the ground. Shang Zihan lowered a spotlight, focusing it between the two women, and activated "Light-Controlled Pulse": each flash of light triggered a ten-second synchronized electric shock to their tails. The ten-minute static period began. Lü Shuang felt blood rushing to her arms, her shoulder blades aching from the extreme stretch. Each pulse to her silver tail made her waist instinctively want to retract, but the straps held her fast, allowing only minute spasms. Ma Ying's position was more torturous. Facing the cold metal wall, her nose almost touching it, her bronze bell lightly chimed against the wall with the rise and fall of her chest. Shang Zihan immediately tapped the base of her tail with the tip of her whip as a warning. Time stretched on, the only sounds in the basement the hum of the flashing lights and the women's increasingly heavy breaths. 11:30 AM–1:30 PM: Second stop, "Suspended Cage, Mid-Air Rotation." Two cylindrical metal cages, only 70 cm in diameter and 1.8 meters high, with an openable bottom, were lowered from a central track. The two women were confined separately within the cages, secured in a kneeling position: knees and calves pressed against the bottom mesh, wrists bound behind their backs and fastened to the cage ceiling. Their collars were pulled upwards, forcing their heads back, and their tails passed through dedicated openings at the cage bottom, dangling downwards. The cages were raised 1.2 meters off the ground and began to rotate slowly clockwise. Simultaneously, the cage walls were electrified: with each rotation, the walls randomly discharged electricity, the current conducted through their chest bells and collars. The space within the cages was cramped. Lü Shuang's silver tail swayed below, each rotation driving the internal vibrator deeper. Her high ponytail was disheveled by the cage ceiling, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty face, her small nose piercing covered by cold sweat. Ma Ying's bronze bell collided more frequently with the cage walls, its low chime like a captive bell. She tried to shrink her shoulders to avoid the electric shocks, but this only made the pull on her tail more intense. Shang Zihan sat in a leather chair in the distance, adjusting the rotation speed and electric shock intensity on her tablet. Occasionally, she would stand and reach a whip through the cage bars, lightly tapping the women's most sensitive waist indentations. 2:00 PM–4:30 PM: Third stop, "Inclined Merry-Go-Round, Dynamic Ride." Two custom-made wooden horses were placed side-by-side, their backs angled at a sharp 45 degrees. The surfaces were covered in soft leather but concealed vibrating motors. Lü Shuang straddled the left horse facing forward: legs spread over the horse's back, calves hooked onto the footrests, wrists extended and fastened to the headpiece. Her waist was secured with a strap, her tail emerging from the rear edge of the horse. Ma Ying straddled the right horse facing backward: hands bound behind her back and fastened to the tailpiece, legs similarly hooked downwards. Her bronze bell hung beneath the horse's belly. Once activated, the horses began to sway gently back and forth and undulate up and down, while the internal vibrations of the horse's back synchronized with the tail props. This position exerted immense pressure on their groins. With each forward tilt of the horse, the vibrator was pressed deeper by the horse's edge. Lü Shuang's silver bell clattered against the horse's back, shaken by the vibrations. Ma Ying's backward-facing position allowed her tail to hang completely, the curved tube repeatedly entering and exiting with gravity and the rocking motion. She could only bury her face in the mane-like soft padding, saliva dripping from her transparent gag onto the horse's back. Shang Zihan occasionally approached and lightly kicked the base of the horses with the tip of her boot, inducing sudden, violent jolts. 5:00 PM–7:00 PM: Fourth stop, "Folding Restraint Chair, Extreme Compression." Two modified black metal folding chairs, their backs capable of reclining and leg supports folding upwards. The women were secured in a nearly folded position: Lü Shuang's legs bent towards her chest, knees almost touching her shoulders, ankles fastened to the top of the chair back, wrists pulled to the rear of the chair. Her collar was fixed downwards, forcing her head down, and her silver tail was forced to curl upwards between her legs. Ma Ying was similarly folded, but her legs were spread into a split, her bronze bell pressed between her chest and abdomen, almost silent. The chairs were set to a gentle vibration mode, and the tail props switched to "continuous low frequency." The compressed posture made breathing difficult. Lü Shuang felt her lungs squeezed by her own knees, and the upward angle of her silver tail forced the vibrator to an unprecedented depth. Ma Ying's split legs left her curved tube completely exposed to the air, the cold draft adding to the stimulation. Shang Zihan dimmed the lights to a slow, pulsing fuchsia and sat between them, her fingertips slowly tracing the stretched lines of their skin. 7:30 PM–10:00 PM: Fifth stop, "Final, Multi-Function Central Platform." The women were led back to the central circular platform, this time secured lying on their backs, but with their limbs stretched to their maximum extent. Their waists were elevated, and their tail props were connected to the platform's main system. The platform initiated a composite mode: rotation + overall vibration + intermittent elevation. The lights cycled red-white-black, simulating a heartbeat rhythm. Shang Zihan stood at the platform's edge, holding a whip and her tablet, alternately intensifying the power to their tails until the chiming of the bells became a continuous cascade. At precisely six in the morning, Shang Zihan pushed the door open. Today, she wore a minimalist black silk loungewear set – trousers and a camisole – with a delicate gold chain cinched at her waist. Barefoot and silent, she carried a black patent leather prop box and a snow-white apron. She stopped by the bedside, her gaze slowly sweeping over their flushed cheeks, erect nipples, and the damp traces visible beneath their robes, all effects of the medication. The lights were adjusted to the brightest dawn white, and she spoke, her voice low yet carrying an everyday authority: "This is the third day of your return home. The theme is 'Domestic Service · Daily Props.' From now on, you will perform all your daily chores while wearing these props – every movement, every bend, every wipe will engrave your identity deeper into your being. The rules: no removing or adjusting any prop throughout the day, no wiping away any moisture, no allowing the apron to completely cover your nipples and genitals, and no making any sound other than the bells. Any violation will result in an additional layer of props, until you are unable to stand." 06:15–07:30, Phase One: "Prop Installation · Morning Gear" Shang Zihan first led them off the bed, ordering them to kneel in the center of the carpet, their robes completely removed. They were naked. The prop box was opened, its contents neatly displayed: Nipple Clamps: A pair of remote-controlled electro-electrode titanium alloy nipple clamps (Lu Shuang’s silver, Ma Ying’s amethyst-inlaid), the inner surfaces of the clamps featuring subtle raised dots, capable of variable frequency pulses. Vibrators: Two oval remote-controlled vibrators (Lu Shuang’s silver-grey, Ma Ying’s pale lavender), their surfaces covered in soft bumps, with delicate chains at the ends. Butt Plugs: Two stainless steel temperature-controlled butt plugs (medium size, with fox tails and purple velvet tails at the ends), capable of internal warming and vibration. Chastity Belts: Two custom-made metal chastity belts (silver-white and deep purple), their front plates hollowed out to cover only the essentials, with rear straps securing the tails, and waistbands locked with short chains connecting to their collars. The installation process was extremely slow and ritualistic. Shang Zihan operated them personally: First, she attached the silver nipple clamps to Lu Shuang – the clamps biting into her erect nipples, the electrodes adhering, her silver bell trembling lightly with a crisp chime. Then, she inserted the silver-grey vibrator, its tail chain secured to the front of the chastity belt. Finally, she pushed in the fox-tailed butt plug, activating the temperature control to 36 degrees Celsius. Ma Ying received the same treatment: amethyst nipple clamps, electrode pulse test, the pale lavender vibrator inserted deeply, the purple velvet-tailed butt plug warming up. The chastity belts were locked last, with a click. The short chains of the waistbands connected to their collars, forcing their upper bodies to remain slightly hunched. All props were connected to a master remote control hanging from the gold chain at Shang Zihan’s waist. Once installed, their nether regions began to leak due to the dual stimulation of extreme sensitivity and fullness, clear droplets falling from the cutouts of their chastity belts. Shang Zihan then tied a snow-white apron around each of them – tied only at the front, completely open at the back, the hem of the apron short, reaching mid-thigh, leaving their nipples and the front plates of their chastity belts fully exposed. 07:45–10:00, Phase Two: "Kitchen Chores · Breakfast Preparation" Shang Zihan led them downstairs to the first-floor kitchen, spacious and bright, with a garden visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The first chore: preparing breakfast. Lu Shuang was responsible for cutting fruit and toasting bread: with every bend to retrieve ingredients, the short chain of her chastity belt pulled at her collar, the nipple clamps emitted low-frequency pulses, and her vibrator and butt plug vibrated gently in sync. As her hands moved the knife, the motion of her arms caused the raised dots on the nipple clamps to rub, her extremely sensitive nipples instantly hardening to their limit, her silver bell chiming erratically, and moisture dripping from her nether regions onto the floor. Ma Ying was in charge of juicing and plating: reaching for the fruit basket on a high shelf, the hem of her apron brushed against her nipples, intensifying the amethyst nipple clamp’s pulse, her butt plug warming to 38 degrees Celsius, her vibrator rotating at a mid-frequency, her bronze bell emitting a low, trembling sound, and moisture soaking the hem of her apron. Shang Zihan sat on a high stool at the kitchen island, holding the remote control, occasionally tapping it – the more vigorous their movements, the higher the intensity of the props. For an hour of breakfast preparation, the kitchen floor bore multiple wet marks, and the sound of bells rose and fell. 10:30–13:00, Phase Three: "Living Room Cleaning · Wiping Service" They moved to the second-floor living room, where the carpet and furniture beneath the crystal chandelier required thorough cleaning. They were assigned to mop the floor and dust high surfaces. Lu Shuang knelt to mop the floor: as she crawled, the metal edges of her chastity belt rubbed against her extremely sensitive genitals, her vibrator and butt plug deepened with her posture, and the nipple clamps scraped with the forward and backward motion of her arms. Her silver bell chimed so crisply it almost formed a continuous rain of sound, and moisture left parallel wet tracks beside the mop’s path. Ma Ying stood to dust the bookshelves: as she stood on tiptoe and reached, the hem of her apron repeatedly swept across her nipples, the electrodes pulsed at high frequency for ten seconds, her butt plug heated to 42 degrees Celsius, her vibrator accelerated its rotation, her bronze bell emitted a low, mournful hum, and moisture flowed down her thighs to her ankles, dripping onto the floor beneath the bookshelves. Shang Zihan sat on the sofa, holding the remote and a glass of iced coffee, her gaze constantly following their movements. Every time the dripping moisture became noticeable, she would lightly tap the remote to increase the intensity by one level. After two and a half hours of cleaning, the living room air was filled with a faint dampness and the sound of bells.