Long dress, cross-dresser, self-bondage, and domination.

At two in the morning, a city woman with heavy makeup was strolling slowly. Though she wore a mask, her beauty was still discernible—her black hair cascaded to her shoulders, her sharp and cold makeup paired with alluring eyes, exuding a unique and mature aura. She was dressed in a black pleated long skirt, her hands adorned with black silk gloves. The hem of the skirt reached her ankles, and only a pair of red high heels peeked out from beneath. This skirt wasn't tight at the ankles; instead, it cinched at the knees, leaving the fabric below the knees unrestrained. Yet, observing the lady's gait, it seemed even more restrictive than a hobble skirt. I trailed far behind, admiring the woman as she swayed her full hips, her steps a rhythmic undulation. At the previous intersection, I had passed her face-to-face and was captivated by her presence. Compelled by an unseen force, I turned back after creating sufficient distance and followed her. I didn't know what I intended to do, but I certainly wanted to savor this beautiful sight a moment longer. The next instant, the unexpected happened. A black car pulled up beside the woman, and three figures in black robes emerged from the front and back, surrounding the woman who was attempting to retreat with small steps. The woman assumed a defensive stance, and then the four of them began to scuffle. To my surprise, the woman managed to fend off the three robed figures. "What are you doing?! Let her go!!" For reasons unknown, I, usually timid and fearful, quickly stepped forward and shouted. "......" Strangely, neither the robed figures nor the woman spoke. My interruption provided the woman, who had been struggling, an opening. She pushed one of the robed figures away and, in her high heels, scurried towards me. "Huh?!" The robed figure who was pushed stumbled to the ground. It was then that I saw clearly: the fallen robed figure was completely naked, save for a pair of high heels. From her appearance, she was a slender woman with a perfect figure, possessing outstanding beauty and a pair of D-cup breasts, but her lower half was adorned with an erect cock. A large red gag was stuffed in her mouth, preventing her from speaking. "Mmph!" The woman's mask had also fallen off during the struggle, revealing a black gag. The two robed figures seemed to have no intention of pursuing. They pulled out two handguns and aimed them at me and the woman in the black dress. I instinctively shielded the woman, and the guns fired. ...... "Mmph?" When I opened my eyes, I saw a woman—with wavy, cascading hair and seductive makeup, like a nightclub hostess. She was naked, a black gag filled with holes stuffed in her mouth, dripping with saliva. Her skin was as smooth as jade. Her hands were bound above her head. As my gaze drifted downward, an erect cock pulsed gently, and her feet were bound together. I looked around; the room was bare. I realized instantly: this was a large mirror. The person in the mirror was me?! I twisted my body. I had seen my own body too many times to believe this was me in this feminine form! "You're awake." A seductive voice echoed as a woman in a red dress, a veritable succubus, slowly entered the room. This succubus possessed a beauty rivaling that of the woman in the black dress, but while the latter exuded elegance, the former was more unrestrained and alluring. Her dress wasn't a simple red evening gown; it exposed two full, ample breasts and her lower half, where a throbbing cock, veined and prominent, was revealed. The dress had no slit and only formed a fishtail shape at the ankles, forcing the succubus to shuffle as she walked. "Sister is very impressed by your courage, but you completely failed to realize whose plans you interfered with," the red-dressed succubus said softly, her jade-like hand caressing my throbbing cock. "But we are merciful and willing to give you a chance. Your body has already been modified. Beautiful, isn't it?" I dodged her caresses, but she remained unfazed, calmly stating the horrifying truth. "Mmmph mmmph!" I let out a muffled sound, then gasped in astonishment again. Was this my voice? "I believe you have the qualifications to be a slave warrior. Now, prove yourself." The red-dressed succubus snapped her fingers, and two black-dressed succubi, each wearing a gag, slowly entered. Their dresses were so tight that their cocks swayed from side to side as they walked. "Prove myself?" Before I could react, a black and red formal gown was slipped over me from bottom to top. This gown didn't require me to undress to put on, as its shoulder straps could be opened. As the straps were fastened, I was confined within this seductive dress. As the jade-like hands of the black-dressed succubi moved nimbly, my still-flat breasts emerged from two specially designed openings, and my cock extended from the opening in the lower half. The dress wasn't that tight; it only restricted my knees, leaving about 20cm of space around my ankles. That night, I was the only one at home, still reading and writing. A few days prior, I'd stumbled upon a restrictive long dress online, which reignited my desire for cross-dressing. I turned off all the main lights, relying on the moonlight filtering through the window. I stripped off my clothes and slipped into the restrictive dress. It reached my feet, fitting perfectly, and felt cool and incredibly comfortable against my skin. Dressed in the long gown and high heels, I continued to pace around the house. The tight restriction was quite relaxing. I decided to walk upstairs and downstairs to further experience the sensation of walking in this dress. My apartment is on the fourth floor, and there was a chance of encountering neighbors. At this point, to fully embrace the female persona, I went all in. I picked up the prosthetic breasts and placed them on my chest, adjusting the straps to the correct position, ensuring the cups snugly cradled my pectoral muscles. The He untied my ropes, but not the ones on my wrists. I wondered what he was planning, and as I did, he tied the rope to a tree. Even standing at my full height, I couldn't reach the knot. "Please, don't do this, don't leave me... mmmph... no," I was utterly terrified. If I were tied here all night, and someone found me like this tomorrow, wouldn't my social life be completely ruined? I struggled desperately, "No, don't leave me, *sob*, I'll do anything you want..." He left, and in the dim bushes, I was left alone, a "helpless woman" tied up. My lower body was still throbbing, and what was worse, he hadn't put my skirt back down. My hands were bound high above my head, making it impossible to remove the TD. My fluids were already splattering everywhere. I began to try and rub through the ropes. Half an hour later... They were finally breaking. There was no more bodily fluid flowing out. I felt like I was going to ejaculate myself to death. But then, footsteps approached. Fear kept me from looking up to see who it was. A familiar scent wafted over, and I looked up. It was him. What had he been doing? Thankfully, it was him. I was so relieved I could have cried. The next second, he produced a pair of heavy shackles and handcuffs and put them on me. The chains on both the shackles and handcuffs were very short, and each weighed at least two kilograms, making my movements incredibly difficult. He took out a vibrator. "No... *sob sob*" My mouth was stuffed with a gag, and now all I could do was whimper. He ignored my gasps, applied lubricant, and then inserted the vibrator into my rear. He was very gentle; my already-developed rear didn't feel torn. He fastened the vibrator harness, filling my back end completely. I had no idea when I would be freed; it all depended on his mood. He looked down at me and said, "Master wants to go for a stroll. Follow me." I was in a predicament, with no way out, so I had to take tiny steps, following closely behind him. The shackles grated heavily against my ankles, and the long skirt he'd let down was also a significant restriction. Fortunately, he had turned the TD's intensity down. I kept my head down, terrified someone would see, my face flushing red like an apple. He ordered me to turn around and used the rope to tie me up tightly, wrapping it around my upper body. He then tied the remaining rope to the chain of the shackles, preventing them from dragging on the ground and making noise. Now, the long skirt could conceal the shackles. He put a trench coat on me and put his arm around me as we walked out. Only then did I have the chance to examine him closely. He had taken off his mask. He was very handsome, but with a hint of feminine softness. A blend of masculinity and femininity. I suddenly imagined how beautiful he must look in women's clothing... On the street, shrouded in darkness, there was no one around, only a few shops with lights still on. It was my first time walking the streets so bound. I stumbled along, nearly falling several times. My upper body was tightly constricted, and I couldn't find my usual balance. Combined with the restriction of the shackles, my heart was in my throat. I couldn't speak, so I focused all my attention on following him. To an outsider, it might have looked like a couple out for a walk, though the woman's attire was a bit strange, and her gait was peculiar. If one looked closely, some fluid was still dripping from beneath her skirt... Although it was late at night and the street was nearly deserted, I still felt as though I was being scrutinized. The trench coat and skirt seemed as transparent as glass. I kept my head down, twisting my waist with all my might to maintain my stability, completely disregarding the pain of the shackles chafing my ankles. After about an hour of this, he finally led me to the entrance of a villa. It was a detached house with its door opening directly onto the road. I followed him inside. "Alright, be more careful next time. Don't do anything so dangerous, tying yourself up to go out. You can also contact me, and I'll keep an eye on you." He led me into the living room and had me sit on the sofa, not bothering that my fluids were still dripping. "*Mmmph mmmph mmmph (Ah, thank you, thank you)*" I hadn't expected things to turn out this way. I thought he was going to rape me, and for some reason, I even felt a flicker of anticipation. "You'll stay at my place tonight. Sleep in my bed." His bedroom was on the second floor, but he didn't seem to have any intention of removing my restraints. "Come up." I moved towards the stairs, and I was stumped. In the past, when wearing high heels and a long skirt, I could at least use my hands to hold onto the stairs and go up sideways. Now, my upper body was tied like a pole, and I had heavy shackles on my feet. My legs could only spread about ten centimeters apart. How was I supposed to go upstairs? If I hopped, one wrong move could be fatal or cause serious injury. Sigh, what used to be a simple action was now harder than climbing to heaven for me... I squatted by the side of the stairs, tilted my body, and fell, then struggled to sit up. Since my hands were tied behind my back, I couldn't use them for leverage. I had to use my feet to hook onto the steps below, inching my butt backward, and finally landing heavily on the next step, completing the first ascent. Although the steps weren't high, the vibrator dug fiercely into my rear, eliciting a soft moan. Finally, I made it upstairs. He had been watching me the whole time. Seeing me wriggle my way up, a wicked smile played on his lips. He led me into the bedroom, removed my handcuffs and shackles, and untied the ropes. However, the TD and the vibrator were still in place, and he hadn't removed my gag. He didn't seem worried at all that I would resist. "I'll send you off tomorrow morning." He changed into his pajamas by himself. I sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do. He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into his embrace. "*Mmmph mmmph mmmph*" I no longer had the strength to resist. He held me and turned off the lights. "Sleep well, or I'll turn on the vibration." He switched off the TD's vibration. Now, dressed in a skirt, with a TD bound underneath, a vibrator inserted in my rear, I was held in the arms of a boy who looked no older than seventeen or eighteen, lying in bed. In the garage sat an Audi. My younger brother, dressed in men's clothing, held two leashes in his left hand and opened the car door with his right. "Get in yourselves," he said, turning to look at my sister and me. We were both in floor-length black evening gowns, our upper bodies covered by trench coats, and black veils obscuring the gags in our mouths. If one listened closely, a faint hum could be heard from our lower halves. My brother retrieved a pair of hyper-realistic prosthetic breasts from the third cabinet in the basement and fastened them to my chest. Not only did they feel identical to real ones, but when I grabbed them, they sent an electric jolt to my nipples. It was said they could further stimulate breast development and lead to [REDACTED]. My sister and I were bound tightly from the waist up, with electric toys attached to our lower bodies, our knees tied together, and high heels on our feet. My sister struggled to get into the back seat. As I was about to follow, my brother stopped me. "You sit in the front." I obediently took the passenger seat. My brother watched until we were both settled before getting into the driver's seat. "Mmmph mmmph (Do you have a license?)" "Yes, I'm eighteen." For some reason, my brother (the Master) understood my muffled words. What we wore were not ball gags, but rather gags, metal rings clamped around our mouths. "Mmmph mmmph." All the way, he continuously fiddled with the remote control, and my sister's and my whimpers never ceased. He drove us to a park. This park was much more secluded than the one I had visited before; surely, no one would be here. I had a premonition of what my brother intended. "Alright, we're here. Get out, I'll wait for you on the other side of the park." After making us exit the car, my brother didn't say much more, ushering us out and handing both remote controls to my sister. "Your sister comes here often; she knows what to do." "Mmmph mmmph mmmph (Leave it to me)." My sister seemed intrigued, nudging me with her body, signaling me to follow her. Seeing this, my brother started the car and quickly disappeared. "No way, what if we encounter danger?" Such worries lasted only a fleeting moment, quickly overwhelmed by the thrill. I followed my sister along the park's winding paths. "Click-clack." The sound of high heels was crisp and pleasant. Under the moonlight, two voluptuous beauties (mine were fake) in black evening gowns strolled along the path. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph." My sister and I occasionally let out soft moans. My sister, likely accustomed to playing with my brother for a long time, managed to make me experience endless [REDACTED] just by holding the remote. Suddenly, my sister stopped, nudged me, and gestured towards the southeast. "A flashlight beam!" Cold sweat broke out on my back. There were others in this park. My sister and I were bound all over, only our ankles free, and even then, we were wearing high heels, rendering us utterly defenseless against any danger. My sister signaled me to leave the path and head into the grass. The two beauties stumbled into the lawn, then found a patch of bushes and crouched down, hiding. "Click-clack." The sound of high heels approached. My heart eased; it was a woman. My sister, however, remained tense. She whispered in my ear, finally making me understand her words. "The footsteps are wrong; it's probably a man in disguise!" My sister's experience was vast; she knew the sound of a woman in high heels intimately. This sound not only betrayed his lack of skill but also his weight. A man in disguise late at night? I fell into despair. It was over; he was most likely a pervert. (Though, wasn't I also dressed as a woman?) The footsteps disappeared. Just as I was about to check the situation, my sister stopped me. She nudged me and gestured with her eyes to wait a moment longer. Suddenly, a bright light shone upon us, from behind! My sister and I hastily turned around, and I was so startled I sat down on the ground. In the glare, I couldn't see his face. "Two girls here?" he exclaimed, sounding surprised. "Good thing you're tied up!" In the scramble to hide and turn, our trench coats and veils fell to the ground, revealing the ropes. I looked at his attire: a Lolita dress. His feet were unhindered, but his hands were cuffed. He intended to unlock his own handcuffs! My sister, enduring the bright light, suddenly stood up and charged, knocking him over. His flashlight was mounted on his shoulder, and with my sister's collision, it fell to the ground. Deprived of the blinding light, I also struggled to my feet and kicked his leg hard with my high heel. Caught off guard by our attack, he collapsed onto the ground, the key nowhere in sight. "Mmmph mmmph (Run)!" My sister, in her high heels, stumbled away, and I followed. "Damn it, you two, don't run!" He abandoned the search for the key, stood up, and limped after us. Being kicked in the shin by a man in high heels, it was a miracle no bones were broken. If it had been my brother, or if I hadn't been so tightly bound, one kick would have certainly fractured something. I thought to myself. In the park, a long-haired woman in a Lolita dress chased two sisters in long evening gowns. All three wore high heels. The chasing woman's hands were cuffed, making it difficult to maintain balance as she ran with a limp. The sisters, bound from the waist up and with their knees seemingly tied, also moved with a stagger. "Mmmph mmmph!" My sister suddenly stopped, and I braked sharply... but not sharply enough, crashing into my sister. We both lost our balance and fell to the ground. Disaster. Ahead was a broken road, a chasm nearly 3 meters deep and about ten meters wide. My sister and I struggled to turn back, and in the moonlight, I looked at the pervert. "Oh, quite pretty." His face was exquisitely made up, no older than my sister or my cross-dressing brother, but definitely prettier than my unadorned self. With makeup, we were about equal. He saw our fall and the chasm ahead and burst into laughter. "Keep running," he said, not rushing towards us, as if toying with us. He walked towards us with a cat-like gait. I wanted to protect my sister! I struggled to get in front of her, and she looked at me in surprise. "You two can't escape." He lifted his skirt with his cuffed hand. Indeed, he was bare underneath, and a cute penis was revealed. "Mmmph mmmph (That's it?)" My sister and I looked at him with disdain. That size? Far inferior to my brother's, even a bit shorter than mine. Seemingly insulted, he quickened his pace, reaching us in a few strides. "Mmmph mmmph." Using my sister as a pivot, I struggled to stand. Unexpectedly, he was faster, pressing down on my head and forcing me to kneel. "If I drain him dry, he won't be able to bully my sister anymore!" A thought flashed through my mind. I had a gag, so he could reach through the ring. For the first time, I was grateful I wasn't wearing a ball gag. Otherwise, if the lecherous man found me "impenetrable," he would surely torment my sister. I closed my eyes, tears welling up. My first oral experience, was it going to be with this pervert? In a secluded park, I changed into my new Lolita dress and a pair of small heels. My Lolita dress was a long skirt that reached below my knees. For the ultimate experience, I wore no panties or petticoat, only stockings and a fake bust. After a moment of thought, I decided to strap a TD to my penis. Then, I took out a GANG vibrator, applied a little lubricant, and inserted it. "Eeek," it's been so long since I've played this intensely. It hurt a little when I first inserted it, but it was quickly replaced by a pleasure that penetrated my very soul. I took out a gag and a pair of handcuffs, deciding to do a simple self-bondage. If a third party were watching, a buxom girl in a Lolita dress, her rosy lips stuffed with a gag, her hands cuffed, and a humming vibration emanating from her lower half, her exquisitely applied makeup paired with a lewd expression, would make anyone's blood boil. However, upon closer inspection, one might notice a small bulge beneath her skirt, trembling slightly. These heels are too high today, I can't manage them at all. I decided to put away the ankle restraints and leave my lower body completely unbound. My hands were cuffed behind my back, but I actually held the key in my palm, ready to unlock them at any moment. I suddenly realized I was walking with my back to the moon, the light was too dim, and coupled with this dilapidated road and my unfamiliarity with these heels, what if I fell and made a fool of myself? I took out a small flashlight and fixed it to my shoulder (my shoulder had an adventure strap, which could secure things; for safety, I had also packed a small knife inside). The vibration in front and the tingling sensation in my rear, combined with the breeze brushing against me, caused my skirt and penis to rub together, and I quickly surrendered. "Mmm...呜呜呜" the gag muffled my moans and reduced their volume. With no one around, I wasn't worried about being heard. My penis often couldn't perform more than once or twice, which bothered me greatly. I decided to try the remedy I'd spent a fortune on from TB. My body was still trembling slightly. I used my bound hands to remove the gag and took out the small wax pill from my hidden bag. I cut open the wax seal with my small knife and swallowed the pill. I casually stuck the small knife into the gap between the flashlight and the shoulder strap, "It won't fall out anyway." Little did I know, a moment later, it was this small knife that startled "sister." "Sister" was contemplating whether to completely subdue me when she saw the knife. She then turned and fled with the little cross-dresser. "Mmm, mmm ah..." The pill is working quite quickly. A wave of heat began to rise. My stockings rubbed against each other as I walked unsteadily. My penis, stimulated by the TD and the Lolita dress, had become even more sensitive. "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum, mmm ah," I moaned in a girlish voice, and another spurt of white liquid erupted. My penis completely softened. I felt that this ejaculation was the sum total of my previous three. Blushing, I lifted my skirt, enduring the stimulation and pain, removed the TD and GANG vibrator, wanting to give my little rod a rest. Now, all I had on was a pair of handcuffs, and of course, I was completely naked. My little rod quickly became erect again under the stimulation of the medication and the friction of the dress. Just as I was about to reinsert the equipment, I suddenly heard footsteps. "Tap, tap, tap" – the sound of high heels, and it sounded like more than one pair. I thought for a moment and decided to investigate. I pretended nothing was happening. Suddenly, the sound of high heels disappeared. I immediately understood; they were probably up to something illicit. I walked into the grass, as I was also wearing heels, and the sound could easily alert them. And so, two parties with their own agendas walked into the same patch of grass. Just now, when I went to get the medicine, I had casually put my handcuff key in my hidden bag. I planned to go to the bush ahead, find my key first, and then investigate. My lower body was already making me unbearable, and if it weren't for the fact that there were other people around, I would have already relieved myself. I walked into the bush, and the flashlight suddenly illuminated two women in black dresses, startling me. They also turned around. Both women were beautiful, their large breasts subtly visible through their sheer fabric. They were wearing long black evening gowns, but their upper bodies were tightly bound with rope, and they wore gags, looking like two distressed noblewomen. I found my key and quickly took it out, intending to take the initiative. At this moment, under this sensual scene, the effects of the drug were fully unleashed. My mind went blank. Looking at their mouths, stretched open by the gags and still dripping with nectar, all that remained was an uncontrollable desire. I must have looked ferocious, like a pervert lost in lust. Introduction My (older sister's) upper body is bound tightly, a red gag in my mouth, and I'm straddling a rope covered in knots.

I finally reached my femboy master, who was looking at me with pitiful eyes. I was completely bound, wearing a tight long dress, but the dress had a zippered opening that allowed me to extend my dragon. My sister understood this and gestured for me to squat down. Wearing high heels, I squatted down with difficulty, and the butt plug in my rear deepened due to the posture. "Wuwuwu!" I signaled my sister to quickly unzip me. My sister was also fully bound and had a gag in her mouth, so she could only help me with her hands tied behind her back. "Wuwuwu!" The femboy master, dressed in a JK skirt and wearing a princess hairpin, was unable to vent his lust as his toys had been knocked away, and he actually started crying from desire. My sister finally unzipped me at the crotch, and my raging dragon eagerly leaped out. "Wuwuwuwu (Master, I'm so sorry!)" My sister used her gagged mouth to rub against my raging dragon, using her saliva as lubricant. "Wuwu!" I directly penetrated the princess's rear, instantly feeling the warm and pleasurable embrace. "Wuwuwuwu (Master, your body feels so good)" I slowly moved back and forth, afraid of hurting this femboy princess. "Mmm, ah!" But it seemed the femboy princess was enjoying it immensely, his moans filled with seduction. From an observer's perspective, a beautiful woman in a tight, form-fitting long dress was ravishing a princess in a JK skirt. The woman in the long dress was fully bound, gagged, and could only emit alluring whimpers. The JK-clad princess was exceptionally tall, with exquisite makeup, her hands tied high above her head, her calves bound together, and saliva already dripping from her gag onto her chest. Even more debauched was the longer An hour ago. "Tsk, if I'd known there was a themed cocktail party today, I would never have come here." I don't like being with these stinky men; they only make noise. But I have no other plans tonight, so I'm going to play a little interesting game. I skillfully took out my makeup from my suitcase and then began my real nightlife. After applying foundation, I put on a layer of skin-toned liquid foundation to cover the flush from drinking, then used mascara to apply glamorous European-style false eyelashes. Next came the eyeliner and eyeshadow. I applied a layer of shimmering purple eyeshadow, looking like a streetwalker engaged in illicit activities. Then, I put on a long, wavy blonde wig and a purple hairpin on top. Finally, I slowly applied a vibrant red lipstick with a hint of purple. "What should I wear?" I took off my suit, revealing my fair and delicate body. My skin is better than most girls', and at 175 cm, I don't look fat, nor do I have much muscle. I took out a pair of massage-enabled prosthetic breasts, secured them firmly, and then fitted a chastity cage onto my tiny little cock. I don't usually get off by stroking my minuscule bird; I prefer the sensation of being fucked. "Clothes, clothes..." I took out a professional OL outfit from the wardrobe. The top was a white, lacy, erotic blouse, and the bottom was a black, ankle-length, fashionable pencil skirt with a lace pattern, ending in a lace fishtail at the hem. To ensure a tight fit around my legs and prevent my somewhat masculine legs from stretching out the beautiful ankle-length straight skirt, I brought three skirts. One of them was specifically for binding my legs, made of white canvas. After putting on black stockings, inserting a vibrating The crisp click of heels on pavement echoed, a sharp pain shooting through my toes. My stockinged feet rose and fell within the locked, crimson stilettos. A chain bound my ankles, a shackle that could only be undone in the presence of others. To make matters worse, the ankle chain was tethered to a thin, ink-black cord. This cord restricted my stride, transforming the already arduous task of walking in heels into a torturous ordeal. I'd considered snapping the cord, but its material, unknown to me, possessed an unnerving resilience. I was forced to take tiny, shuffling steps. "Faster," a voice, neither male nor female, cut through the night. A strange sensation pulsed from my rear, and I flinched. Could the toy in my ass actually deliver an electric shock? To an observer, I was a city professional in a beige trench coat, moving with small, deliberate steps, accompanied by a stunning woman in a vibrant red cheongsam. The tall professional wore a crisp white shirt beneath her coat, which concealed her arms. Her lower half, however, was peculiar: a tight, floor-length pencil skirt, split only a few inches below the knee, constricted her legs. Her pointed red-soled heels landed with feline precision, each toe tapping just ahead of the other. Her hips swayed provocatively with each step. Strangely, despite the alluring sway of her hips with every heel strike, this captivating form felt discordant, as if the woman were struggling to maintain her balance. Yes, this nearly six-foot professional was me. My upper body and knees were bound together by a band of some unknown material. The woman in the cheongsam, as she secured the bindings at my knees, had also forcefully inserted a small, vibrating dildo into my rigid erection, its origin a mystery. Then, this devilish being, with her delicate, pale fingers, pushed the toy, its surface covered in tiny nubs, deeper into my shaft, leaving only a small handle exposed. My rear had not escaped unscathed either. A lubricated butt plug was inserted, its size perfect, wedged snugly into my tender anus. —I am not truly a woman. Though I meticulously maintain my body and take estrogen, and my breasts have reached a B-cup, I still possess a twenty-centimeter erection. The woman in the cheongsam seemed displeased with my pace. With a subtle gesture, she pressed a button on a remote. My body convulsed again, and a feminized moan escaped my cherry lips, sealed shut by a gag, sounding utterly seductive. I could clearly feel the electric stimulation from the plug in my rear and the vibrating dildo within my shaft. My already flushed face took on the look of a lustful woman. It was midnight. The black, discreet gag in my mouth was barely noticeable under the dim streetlights, yet I dared not moan loudly. Partly from shame, partly from fear of revealing the gag. Few people were out. If anyone paused to glance at us two beautiful women, they quickly hurried on. A single woman might be mistaken for a prostitute, but two together were likely just passersby. Desire stirred again. Even on this unknown journey, I found myself able to relax slightly, slowly beginning to savor the stimulation of the vibrating dildo and the fullness deep within my rear. "As expected of a masochist," the cheongsam woman scoffed, her hand reaching beneath my trench coat towards my buttocks. Beneath the black pencil skirt, a distinct bulge was visible at my rear, like a rabbit's tiny tail. Her hand pressed against this bulge, and I felt a cold dildo slowly penetrate my anus, sinking deeper into my flesh. The woman paused, then, as if deeming it insufficient, produced a thicker black cord. She loosened my black skirt, pulling it down slightly to reveal my legs. Then, with swift movements, she threaded the cord between my legs, creating a sexy black rope panty. One strand of the rope brutally clamped around my erection, while another, passing over my anus, secured the thick electric dildo, forcing it deeper into my body. No matter how I writhed my翘臀, I couldn't dislodge it. "Mmmph!" A series of stinging sensations pulsed from my rear, my silent protest to the cheongsam woman. She looked at my decadent form before her and nodded with satisfaction. And so, I continued my low, muffled whimpers as we passed a plaza. Few people were there; after all, who would be up in the middle of the night for exercise? "Sit for a while," the beautiful cheongsam woman said softly, pushing me towards a tree and gesturing for me to sit on the bench. "Your feet must be giving out." "Ah!" The moment I sat down, the dildo in my rear made contact with the hard surface of the bench, sinking entirely into my body. This elicited a gasp, revealing the full extent of the gag in my mouth. Of course, this gasp, which felt incredibly loud to me, was effectively muffled by the gag, barely audible even if someone passed by. The cheongsam woman said nothing, simply watching me slump there, my eyes glazed with desire. My body began to writhe subtly. The black-dressed transvestite scrambled up on all fours and trotted to catch up with the man. "Mmmph." Zi Mei, dressed in a purple qipao, gestured for Sakura Nin to follow her. The two swayed their bodies and entered a room. Inside, an assistant in a maid's uniform knelt on the floor, awaiting Zi Mei's return. "Mmmph, mmmph mmmph mmmph. (Take the gags out of me and her.)" Zi Mei commanded. The maid-uniformed assistant rose and approached Zi Mei, opening her cherry-like mouth. Next, the maid-uniformed assistant bit the gag's small lock a few times, and the gag dropped, hanging on Zi Mei's jade neck. The maid repeated the process for Sakura Nin. The gag fell off, and Sakura Nin coughed a few times, silver liquid dripping and hanging on her chest. "Get out, and don't let anyone else in," Zi Mei's tone was indifferent. The maid respectfully withdrew through the door. "I'm the one who's supposed to meet you. You were too fast; it was difficult for me to get here in time dressed like this," Zi Mei said quickly, not bothering with the dripping nectar. "I had Xiao Long tie up the maid and the attendant in my room and stuffed them with toys. The club shouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Xiao Long is stalling in the room." Sakura Nin had come with an operative named Xiao Long. Sakura Nin was responsible for infiltration, while Xiao Long was tasked with disguising the attendant as Sakura Nin and then tying her up and "disciplining" her with the maid to fool the club's patrols. "No, Xiao Long is in danger! Simple gagging won't stop these attendants from communicating with their gags!" Zi Mei's expression changed. "I have a bug on me, so Xiao Long should know by now," Sakura Nin comforted Zi Mei. "Trust Xiao Long; he's a senior operative, after all." In the room, Xiao Long had indeed heard this intelligence, and his solution was quite simple. Xiao Long found a black dress in the room, identical to the one worn by the black-dressed transvestite, and then used his superb makeup skills to apply female makeup. Next, Xiao Long secured the nearly awakening attendant onto a rack, placing the maid's face against the attendant's sensitive area below. The attendant's plump lower region, stuffed with a toy and constantly leaking fluid, completely blocked the maid's mouth. Xiao Long, meanwhile, bound his own arms and used a crotch hook to secure the rope binding him to the attendant's buttocks, inserting his own hard cock into the attendant's gag ring. This way, to outsiders, it would appear as a game between a maid and two clients. And because the patrolling staff couldn't hear the gagged attendant, disguised as Sakura Nin and with a cock in her mouth, or the maid with a face between her legs, they wouldn't be suspicious. "How decadent," in the VIP room, the young man had no intention of taking off his pants for a quickie. Before him were two black-dressed transvestites in a sixty-nine position. The two transvestites were bound layer by layer, their cocks inserted into each other's mouths, and their erect nipples, clamped with silver-chained nipple clamps, were linked to each other. The two beautiful transvestites had oversized vibrating dildos inserted into their anuses. Due to their restrained bodies, they could only let the dildos churn within them. "Mmmph..." Stimulated by the anal penetration, even these trained transvestites couldn't hold back. Two streams of white fluid spurted out, directly into each other's mouths. The VIP wearing a golden mask was also a hunter. He had been secretly following Sakura Nin. If Zi Mei hadn't appeared, he would have stepped in to pull away the patrolling transvestite. The patrolling transvestites had a fatal weakness: their exposed cocks, injected with drugs, remained erect and sensitive all day. Furthermore, their legs were bound by their long black dresses, and with high heels on their feet, they couldn't run fast, and their combat effectiveness was limited. However, in the core area of the club, these transvestites were armed, while the outer areas accessible to guests were weaponless. Why couldn't weapons be carried in the outer areas? Because guns were banned in this country, making movement difficult. With the weakness of their cocks, they couldn't even defeat a child. These beautiful transvestites were all tall, healthy men who had been brainwashed, surgically altered, and sex-changed by the Cross-Stitch organization. Each one was a pitiable soul. Watching the two black-dressed transvestites writhing beneath him, the man with the golden mask clenched his fist. The reason Sakura Nin had been exposed moments ago was that these modified black-dressed transvestites hadn't heard the vibration of Sakura Nin's sex toys. Apart from the black-dressed transvestites and a few functional personnel, all other attendants and maids were required to wear TD and electro-shock toys twenty-four hours a day. These two toys kept the attendants and maids in a constant state of arousal but prevented them from reaching orgasm. The black-dressed transvestites' cocks were extremely sensitive; a few thrusts from others would cause them to ejaculate. Therefore, they didn't have toys on them, which facilitated their superhuman hearing. Patrolling outside the ordinary discipline rooms were the black-dressed transvestites. Ordinary guests did not have the right to discipline these black-dressed transvestites. Once these patrolling transvestites with terrifying hearing detected abnormal gag sounds like cries for help, they would immediately report it and take action. The When I woke, the sky was already bright. I opened my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar room, everything feeling dreamlike. Yet, the softness of my waist, the ache in my legs, and the dull throbbing all over my body were stark reminders that this was no dream. I tried to sit up, only to discover my attire had been completely changed. I was now dressed in a snow-white, mermaid-style restrictive wedding gown. The fabric was light yet possessed a peculiar sense of confinement, as if I were wrapped in soft shackles. The bodice was an exquisite strapless design, accentuating my slender neck and smooth collarbones, leaving my shoulders bare, exuding a fragile, delicate beauty. My arms were tightly bound to my sides with wide white ribbons. While I had some movement below the elbows, it was still significantly restricted. The skirt tightened from below the knees into an elegant mermaid tail, leaving only about twenty centimeters of space at the knees and widening to thirty centimeters at the ankles, forcing me to take tiny, shuffling steps. On my feet were silver high heels with a four-centimeter platform and a twenty-centimeter heel, their surfaces encrusted with tiny diamonds that glinted with a cold light in the morning sun. I looked down at myself. The gown clung to my body, outlining my slender waist and slightly protruding chest. My face was exquisitely made up – a thin layer of foundation concealed my fatigue, blush brought a natural rosiness to my cheeks, my lips were painted a soft cherry pink, and a thin, elongated eyeliner at the corners of my eyes added a touch of alluring charm. My hair had been meticulously styled, falling smoothly over my shoulders, with a few strands caressing my cheeks, enhancing my delicate beauty. The person in the mirror was beautifully unfamiliar, like a meticulously crafted porcelain doll, yet with a hint of unsettling strangeness. "Back with us, are we? Take a look at your mistress," a sweet, melodious voice purred. I turned my head to see a cross-dresser in a qipao standing beside me. She was slender, wearing a dark green silk qipao embroidered with delicate plum blossoms, which accentuated her graceful figure. Her face was as exquisite as a painting, her eyes holding a feminine softness. The corners of her lips, painted with a light pink lipstick, curved upwards in a knowing smile. She held a mirror in her hand and offered it to me. Looking at my reflection, I felt a moment of daze. She lowered the mirror and slowly untied the restraints at my ankles, helping me to stand. Her fingers were long and fair, and a slight coolness touched my arm as she held me. As she led me outside, she spoke in a cloyingly sweet voice, "Didn't you beg me to delete those photos last night? Alright, your task today is to go to the gay bar and find those photos. Once you find them, you'll be free." "A gay bar?!" My heart lurched. In my current state – a white mermaid wedding gown restricting my every move, my face adorned with a pure makeup, teetering in twenty-centimeter heels, my mobility so impaired I was like a lamb to the slaughter – wouldn't walking into that bar be walking straight into a trap? Just as I was about to protest, she unceremoniously placed a gag in my mouth, preventing me from closing my lips. I widened my eyes, staring at her exquisite face in terror. She smiled alluringly, but her eyes held a mischievous glint. "Don't blame me, darling. There's a treat waiting for you tonight. You must enjoy those 'lollipops' at the bar." Wearing this suffocatingly tight gown, my legs barely able to separate, and my feet in those heels making every step precarious, I was led out. The iron gate behind me slammed shut with a clang, signaling the beginning of my miserable journey for the night. Outside, I was still unwilling to give up, attempting to emit a sweet protest through the gag. She glanced at me with a playful smile and, from the side slit of her qipao, produced a small remote control and pressed a button. Instantly, a jolt of electricity coursed through my lower body, a sharp pain mixed with shock. I jumped, the hem of my wedding gown fluttering. She smiled even sweeter, cooing, "Darling, I put a little surprise in your wedding gown. You're not angry, are you?" Despite her words, she completely ignored my reaction and pressed the button again. This time, the electric shock was more intense, the pain shooting from my sensitive areas throughout my body. I gritted my teeth, forcing myself not to cry out. The road grew more dilapidated, uneven and pitted. My heels and the restrictive wedding gown made every step a struggle. Each stride felt like pushing my limits. The mermaid design of the gown allowed me to take only thirty-centimeter steps, and the heels were as thin as needles, wobbling precariously on the uneven ground. I bit down on the gag, carefully shuffling forward, afraid of falling. But she seemed to relish my disheveled state. The hem of her qipao swayed gently with her steps, as elegant as a true woman's, yet with a hint of mischievous delight. After walking for a while, I suddenly felt a fine vibration emanating from my chest, like countless tiny insects crawling on my nipples. Unlike my lower body, which had a slip, the upper part of the wedding gown was form-fitting and sheer, with no lining. My nipples were stimulated by the vibration, becoming engorged and hard, protruding like two small cherries beneath the sheer fabric. I couldn't help but let out a low moan, which, amplified by the gag, sounded particularly suggestive in the empty street. Seeing my reaction, she smiled even more gleefully and increased the intensity of the vibration. My body trembled uncontrollably, and my clitoris began to react involuntarily, but it was suppressed by the tight skirt of the mermaid gown, a mixture of pain and itching, an unbearable torment. I stopped, bending over, trying to alleviate the intense stimulation. The restriction of the gown forced me to arch my hips slightly, twisting my delicate body in a pathetic manner. She took this opportunity to approach, her fair, slender fingers caressing my body, gliding over the sheer surface of the gown, and finally resting on my lower half. Her voice was seductive, "Darling, you look so beautiful when you writhe like that." I was on the verge of collapse from shame, yet my body grew even more sensitive under her touch, my legs weakening from the vibration. I lost the strength to stand and slowly sank to my knees, my entire body engulfed in the flames of desire and humiliation. The confinement of the gown prevented me from breaking free, leaving me to be swept away by this shameful [X]. Finally, with a spasm that wracked my body, I regained a sliver of my senses. She stopped her actions, standing beside me, watching me with a smiling, inscrutable satisfaction, as if admiring a meticulously crafted work of art. I panted, trying to calm myself, only to hear her urge, "Hurry up, we're still far from the bar." I whimpered in protest, but she merely smiled and pressed the remote again. The powerful electric shock to my lower body forced me to drag my exhausted body forward. I tried to adapt to the constraints of the high heels and the tight wedding gown, learning to sway my hips like a model, walking with a cat-like gait. The restriction of the skirt made every step feel like torture, the muscles in my legs trembling with exertion. Sweat trickled down my collarbones, disappearing at the edge of the lace. The bar was located in the suburbs, and the road changed from broken concrete to a path paved with gravel. My heart tightened as I looked at the ground covered in pebbles. My heels on this kind of surface meant a sprained ankle was a constant danger. But she showed no mercy. Her jade hand directly grasped my clitoris. The pain brought tears to my eyes. I bit down on the gag, ignoring the dripping lubrication, and painstakingly stepped onto the pebble path. Every step was cautious. The mermaid design of the gown prevented me from taking large strides, forcing me to move slowly like a lady. Occasionally, my heel would slip on a smooth stone, twisting my ankle, and I would fall to the ground, the hem of my wedding gown spreading out like a blooming white lotus. My hands were bound and could not support me, so I had to stand up with my legs together, whimpering and looking at her, hoping she would help me. She merely smiled. The slit of her qipao revealed her fair calf as she elegantly approached and crouched down. Her long fingers gently caressed my face, wiping away the lubrication from my lips. "You look quite lovely when you're pitiful. Keep walking." I twisted my delicate body and slowly got up. Lubrication dripped from my gag again. I must look incredibly alluring right now. The drug's effect came on fast. Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and she pitched forward. Her high heels stumbled a few steps, the heels catching in a crack in the ground with a "snap." She cried out in pain, but her body was already too weak to support her. Her long hair fell loose, a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead. Her lipstick was smudged, her lips a smear of crimson. The tall man scooped her up horizontally, like a large doll. Momo, at 1.85 meters, looked exceptionally long in his arms, her legs dangling limply. One white sandal had fallen off, the other still clinging precariously to her toes. Her skirt rode up to her thighs, revealing legs encased in stockings and the lace edge of her panties, which jiggled gently with his movements. Her consciousness faded. She only had time to see the alleyway's streetlamp stretch into a long, elongated shadow before her vision went black. When she woke, her original clothes had been stripped away, leaving her in only a pair of white lace panties. Her apricot silk dress was a crumpled ball in the corner. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a black leather bondage dress hugged her delicate body tightly. The entire bondage dress was made of thick, black cowhide, its surface gleaming with a cold, hard sheen. The front zipper ran from just below her collarbones to just above her pubic bone, secured by a row of dense metal clasps. The waist was cinched incredibly tight, creating an exaggerated hourglass figure. The back was a full zipper, running from the nape of her neck to above her butt crack. A small silver lock dangled from the zipper pull. Now, the zipper was fully closed, pinning her arms behind her, rendering her immobile. The skirt was a severely form-fitting straight cut, extending to her ankles with no slit whatsoever. When she walked, her legs had to be kept together, forcing her to take tiny, shuffling steps. Worse still, she was wearing fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels. These heels were not only locked, but each had a metal ring at the ankle. Thin, short chains connected these rings, allowing her only about twenty centimeters of movement before being yanked back, causing her to fall. Her mouth was stuffed with a black silicone ball gag, the ties knotted tightly at the back of her head, chafing her lips red. Clear saliva dripped down her chin, pooling in the shallow cleavage created by the leather dress. Of course, those people hadn't neglected her rear either. A thick, long electric vibrator had been inserted entirely, its base secured to her butt crack with crisscrossed black medical tape. It was set to its highest setting, the buzzing muffled by the leather dress but sending tremors up her entire spine. Each vibration precisely targeted her deepest point, making the roots of her legs tremble and her body clench in waves. It was the dead of night. Momo bit down on the gag, her nostrils flaring with each ragged breath, her eyes reddened. She knew that if she didn't try to escape now, she might never be able to. She first brought her heeled feet together, toes pointing as straight forward as possible, her knees pressed tightly. Then, arching her back, she shuffled forward half a step. The leather dress stretched taut, the inner thighs rubbing together with a faint squeak. The object in her rear pushed further inside with the movement, causing her legs to tremble instantly. A short, muffled whimper escaped her throat, and a small wet patch instantly appeared in front. However, she dared not make a sound, nor dare she stop. She could only take one small step, then another. Each step felt like walking on knife-edges. The thin heels of her shoes tapped against the concrete with a crisp "clack, clack," an incredibly clear sound. Yet, the vibration in her rear did not cease for a moment. With every step, it slammed against her prostate again. She had already come twice, her panties thoroughly soaked and clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Clear fluid trickled down her inner thighs, blocked by the edge of the leather skirt, and then steamed uncomfortably from the heat of her body. She nearly broke down when she reached the stairwell. It was a basement, with twelve steep steps. She couldn't step normally. She had to lean against the wall, arching her buttocks back slightly to shift the vibration away from the most sensitive spot. Then, biting down on the gag, she bent her knees, rose onto her tiptoes, and forcefully "hopped" up one step. "Mmmph—!" The moment she landed, the toy slammed deep inside. Her vision went black, and she immediately experienced her third orgasm, her legs so weak she almost collapsed. Fortunately, her hands were bound, allowing her to use her shoulders to brace against the wall and prevent a fall. Saliva streamed down her face, dripping onto the steps. She gasped for breath for over ten seconds, then continued.