A Night Run and a Bound Underclasswoman: She Asked Me to Get That Thing Off Her

Several streetlights were out, and the reeds on both sides grew taller than a person. Just as she was about to speed up, she suddenly heard strange noises. It was a suppressed, intermittent muffled groan, as if something was blocking a mouth, along with the rustling of fabric, and a faint, continuous vibrating hum. Qingqing took off her headphones, her heart inexplicably racing. The sound was coming from behind the reeds. For some inexplicable reason, she slowed down, hunched over, and pushed aside the grass— In the moonlight, she saw a scene that made her blood rush to her head. It was a girl, wearing a white Lolita dress with delicate lace trim. But her current posture was utterly decadent—her arms were tied behind her back, coarse hemp rope wrapped from her wrists to her elbows, tied expertly, forcing her chest to arch forward. Her legs were fixed in a bent position by ropes, knees spread apart, ankles and thighs bound together, her entire body contorted into an unrescapable posture. What shocked Qingqing even more was that the girl's skirt had been pulled up to her waist by her pose, and her white panties were down to her knees. And between her legs, a pink object could be vaguely seen, emitting Qingqing nodded. She had already seen these in the group files she had browsed over the past few days. "First, safety is always paramount," Tangbao said. "Ropes tied too tightly can compress nerves. There's a spot on the wrist that, if pressed for too long, will cause numbness, and more severely, nerve damage. And the neck, absolutely no strangulation with rope, but it can be used for decorative purposes. Breathing is the most important thing. If the bound person says they're having trouble breathing, you must untie them immediately." "How do you untie it?" Qingqing asked. "The knot from last night took me ages to undo." "That's called a 'single column tie' with 'reverse bind'," Tangbao said. "There are quick-release methods. I'll teach you later. But you need to learn to identify pressure points first—the inner wrist, the inner elbow, behind the knee. These are areas with major blood vessels and nerves. The rope can't press directly on them; it needs to be padded on the bone." She pulled Qingqing's hand over, her fingertip pressing on the inside of Qingqing's wrist. "Here, the radial artery. Can you feel the pulse? The rope can't press here." Her fingertips were cool, and the light touch made Qingqing's heart race. At such close proximity, she could smell the shampoo in Tangbao's hair, some kind of fruity scent. "Also," Tangbao continued, seemingly oblivious to Qingqing's nervousness, "before each binding, you must ask clearly about the other person's physical condition. Do they have heart disease, epilepsy, low blood sugar? Have they been drinking today? Do they have any wounds on their body? These are all things you must know." "You... last night you asked if my hand was numb, was that because of this?" Qingqing asked. "Yes," Tangbao released her hand. "If circulation is poor, the hand will go numb first. If it gets worse, it will turn cold and discolored. As a rope master, you must constantly observe the bound person's reactions. Watch their complexion, their breathing, the color of their hands." She paused, her gaze becoming a little ambiguous. "Of course, you also have to listen to their sounds. The sounds the bound person makes can sometimes be from pain, and sometimes... from something else. You need to be able to distinguish." Qingqing's face flushed, remembering Tangbao's suppressed moans from last night. "Alright, theory is done," Tangbao stepped back, rotating her wrist. "Practical session begins. Today, we'll start with the most basic—the single column tie and the double column tie. These are the foundations of all rope bondage, like learning multiplication tables before doing math." "Am I... tying you?" Qingqing asked, a little nervous. "What else?" Tangbao smiled. "You're not going to practice on a real person, are you going to tie this iron pole?" She walked over to a discarded old desk, where students used to put their books. It was now covered in dust. She rested her elbow on the tabletop, her forearm held vertically upwards. "Come on, let's practice the wrist first. A single column tie is wrapping the rope around a limb in circles, forming a fixed 'column' that is both aesthetically pleasing and disperses pressure." Qingqing picked up the roll of brand-new cotton rope, her fingers trembling slightly. She walked up to Tangbao, standing very close to her, close enough to feel her body heat. "Don't be nervous," Tangbao's voice was soft. "Just treat me like a practice dummy. Or... treat me like that thing you saw in the bushes last night." Qingqing shot her a glare, but Tangbao just smiled happily. "First, leave a tail," Tangbao instructed. "About fifty centimeters. Then drape it over my wrist, yes, just like that, on the side with the prominent bone." Qingqing did as she was told. The rope touched Tangbao's skin. Her wrist was very slender, her skin fair, and faint blue veins were visible. The rope was off-white, and the contrast with her wrist was beautiful. "Then wrap it around," Tangbao said. "Two to three loops. It needs to be snug, not loose, but not digging into the flesh either. Feel the tension—like the tightness of a rubber band when you tie a ponytail, just a little bit tighter." Qingqing carefully wrapped the rope. Her first loop was too loose, and Tangbao shook her head. "Too loose and it will slide, and a sliding rope can abrade the skin. Tighten it a bit." Qingqing applied a little more force, and the rope sank slightly into Tangbao's skin. The off-white rope circled the fair wrist, leaving a shallow red mark. "Yes, just like that," Tangbao looked at her bound wrist. "Maintain this tension. Now, the crucial step—reverse wrap, weaving between the rope loops. This is called 'locking the rope' and is used for securing it." Qingqing's fingers were clumsy with nervousness. She had to weave the rope between Tangbao's wrist and the rope loops. This meant her fingers inevitably brushed against Tangbao's palm, fingers, and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. Her fingertips brushed against Tangbao's pulse, and she could feel the rapid beat beneath—Tangbao was also nervous, or perhaps, excited. "Your heart is beating so fast," Qingqing whispered. "A bound person's heart always beats faster," Tangbao's voice was a little hoarse. "And... senior's fingers are very soft." Qingqing dared not look at her, focusing on the task at hand. Finally, a simple single column tie was completed—three neat loops of rope encircling the wrist, secured with a lock knot, and the tail hanging down like some kind of decoration. Qingqing's heart was still racing as she looked at the crowd in the distance. They had walked along the lake for half an hour, and Qingqing had been on edge the entire time, afraid the rope would be discovered. But Tangbao had stayed by her side, occasionally adjusting her sleeves, and they had managed to avoid any trouble. Once, they almost bumped into a child on a skateboard. Qingqing instinctively raised her hand to shield herself, and her sleeve slipped down a bit, revealing the knot. Tangbao, quick as lightning, pressed her hand down, pretending to adjust her collar, and tucked the rope back in. "Got it," Tangbao's voice came from behind her. She held two bottles of mineral water. "Let's go, let's sit on the grass over there." They walked deeper into the park to a grassy area with few people. Several large trees provided cover, and the lake was visible in the distance, with ducks quacking. Tangbao placed the water bottles on the ground and suddenly said, "I'm going to the restroom. Wait for me here." "Huh?" Qingqing looked up. "Let's go together, I'm scared to be alone..." "It's just over there," Tangbao pointed to a public restroom a few dozen meters away, a red brick building with a willow tree by the entrance. "Two minutes. You sit here, don't move, I'll be back soon." Without waiting for Qingqing's reply, she turned and left, her steps quick, her figure soon disappearing behind the willow tree. Qingqing sat on the grass, looking in that direction. She adjusted her posture, her hand stirring slightly within her sleeve—the knot was tied by Tangbao, and she couldn't untie it, so she could only wait. The grass was a bit damp, and her pants stuck uncomfortably to her thighs. One minute. She took out her phone and checked the time: 3:15 PM. Two minutes. A couple walked by, glancing at her. Qingqing quickly lowered her head, pretending to look at her phone. Five minutes. Qingqing started to feel uneasy. Even a trip to the restroom shouldn't take this long. She craned her neck to look over there. People were coming and going at the restroom entrance: an elderly woman with a child, a middle-aged man jogging, but no sign of Tangbao. The area behind the willow tree was empty. She stood up, wanting to go and see, but stopped after two steps—her wrist was bound, so swinging her arms while walking would look strange, and her sleeves would slide down with the movement, possibly revealing the rope. She must look very odd right now, like someone with coordination problems. She retreated to her original spot and continued to wait, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the knot, trying to find any looseness. But Tangbao's knot was too perfect; the more she touched it, the tighter it became. Ten minutes. Qingqing began to panic. She took out her phone to send a message, but her bound hand made typing awkward. She managed to bite the sleeve with her teeth, exposing her fingers, and painstakingly pressed a few keys: "Where are you?" The message was sent, but a red exclamation mark appeared—no signal. She stood up and looked around, only then realizing that the signal in this grassy area was very weak, only one bar. She walked a few steps towards the lake, and the signal improved to two bars. She sent the message again, and it showed as delivered, but there was no immediate reply. She sent another message: "Stop playing, come back quickly." Still no reply. Not even read. People around her started to look at her—a girl standing on the grass, looking anxious, her hand hidden in her sleeve, her movements stiff, turning around as if searching for something. An elderly woman passed by, looking at her twice. Qingqing quickly lowered her head and walked towards the lake, away from the crowd. She walked to a trash can, pretending to throw something away, and took the opportunity to send a few more messages: "Tangbao?" "Reply." "Where are you?" No replies. Fifteen minutes later, Qingqing was certain Tangbao was gone. It wasn't a joke, not a prank that was being prolonged—she had truly disappeared. She remembered Tangbao glancing in another direction as she walked away, but she hadn't paid attention at the time. She recalled Tangbao's expression when she said "two minutes," which seemed very normal, but in retrospect, it seemed *too* normal, as if she were acting. Qingqing's eyes began to sting. She leaned against a willow tree by the lake, her back to the crowd, trying her best to look like she was admiring the scenery. Her heart pounded, her palms started to sweat, and the rope, now damp, tightened further, digging into her skin. She tried to untie the rope, biting at the knot with her teeth, but Tangbao's knot was on the inside of her wrist, where she couldn't see it and her teeth couldn't reach. She struggled with all her might, but the rope was wet and only tightened with her efforts. A sharp pain shot up her wrist; her skin might have already broken. She couldn't even call out Tangbao's name loudly, as that would attract more attention to her strange sleeve. She couldn't even cry, because crying would lead to a runny nose, and she had no hands to wipe it. Twenty minutes. A middle-aged man in a security uniform approached, looking her up and down. "Miss, are you alright? What are you looking for?" Qingqing froze, quickly turning around and hiding her hand behind her back. "N-nothing, just waiting for someone." "Why are you waiting here? There's no path back there," the security guard said, pointing to the bushes behind her. "What's wrong with your hand? Keeping it in your sleeve?" "Cold..." Qingqing whispered, "Poor circulation." As Qingqing entered, she noticed a cardboard box on the bed, square and unmarked. "What did you buy?" she asked, putting down her bag. "More rope?" "Not rope," Tangbao said mysteriously, opening the box. "Something new. I saved up half a month's living expenses for it." She pulled out a set of white... clothes? No, not clothes. It was a sleeveless jacket, but the armholes weren't at the bottom; they were on the sides, and unusually long. There were long straps at the back and a strap connecting to the crotch. "A straitjacket," Tangbao explained, unfolding it. "Made of canvas, like in the movies. Put your arms in the sleeves, cross them in front, and tie the back. You can't get out." Qingqing took a step back. "What are you buying this for?" "To try it on," Tangbao's eyes gleamed. "It's completely different from rope. Rope constricts, but this envelops. You're wrapped all over, more... sealed." "It looks so perverted," Qingqing said, but her curiosity was piqued. "How do you put it on?" "Take off your outer clothes first," Tangbao instructed. "Just your underwear is fine. It feels best worn close to the skin." Qingqing removed her sweater and pants, leaving her in her bra and panties. Tangbao helped her put on the straitjacket – the sleeveless design meant her arms went through the holes on the sides. Then, Tangbao crossed her arms and pulled them to the front, left arm into the right sleeve, right arm into the left sleeve, forming a "ten" shape across her chest. "Here we go," Tangbao said, starting to pull the straps at the back. The canvas was stiffer than rope, more restrictive. As the straps tightened, Qingqing felt her body being compressed. Her arms were locked tightly across her chest, elbows pressed against her ribs, completely immobile. This was entirely different from the "movable" nature of rope; this was mechanical, unyielding restraint. "So tight..." Qingqing tried to breathe. "Tighter than the rope." "It can get tighter," Tangbao continued pulling the straps. "There are eight straps in the back. If I tie them all, you'll be a complete mummy." By the time she tied the sixth strap, Qingqing's lungs felt restricted, her breathing shallow and rapid. The seventh, the eighth – done. Tangbao then tightened and fastened the crotch strap – this one was crucial, preventing her arms from slipping out from underneath and also limiting how far her legs could spread. "Try it," Tangbao stepped back to admire her. "Can you move?" Qingqing tried to struggle her arms. The canvas had no elasticity; her arms were locked firmly in the crossed position. Her fingers could only flex and extend slightly, and her wrists below could move, but everything above the elbows was frozen. She tried to turn, but her torso was also constricted, making her movements as clumsy as a penguin's. "I can't move at all," she said, her voice a little muffled. "It's more restrictive than the rope. With the rope, I could at least bend over, but this makes even bending over difficult." "This is called absolute restraint," Tangbao said, stepping closer and poking Qingqing's chest. "Now you're a real patient, and you need treatment." "Treatment?" Qingqing raised an eyebrow. "Mmm," Tangbao suddenly lowered her voice, adopting a persona. "This patient has anxiety and requires sedative treatment. I'm going to give you an injection." She produced a prop she had prepared – not a real syringe, but a vibrating massager. She turned it on, and it buzzed. "Wait..." Qingqing tried to back away, but the straitjacket made her lose her balance, and she almost fell. "What are you doing..." "Treatment," Tangbao pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning her against the headboard. "Anxious patients need distraction. Don't move, or the restraints will tighten." She placed the massager against Qingqing's inner thigh. The crotch strap of the canvas straitjacket was positioned right there, and the massager's vibration transmitted through the canvas, dispersed but constant. "If you don't take this off..." Qingqing squirmed, but the more she twisted, the more the straitjacket straps dug into her flesh. "Hey, this is really uncomfortable..." "Beg me," Tangbao said, sitting beside her and watching. "Say, 'Nurse, please take it off.'" "Nurse Tangbao, please take it off..." Qingqing surrendered. "This is more uncomfortable than the rope. I want the rope back." "Hold on for ten more minutes," Tangbao said, checking her watch. "I need to observe your reaction. This is a test of a new prop." For the next ten minutes, Qingqing struggled, sweated, and pleaded within the straitjacket. The canvas, once it absorbed sweat, became even stiffer, rubbing against her skin and leaving red indentations. The feeling of being unable to move made her both anxious and strangely at ease – because she knew Tangbao wouldn't really hurt her, she was just playing. Ten minutes later, Tangbao unfastened the crotch strap, then untied the back straps one by one. The moment the straitjacket loosened, Qingqing gasped for air, her arms finally able to fall, but her muscles were stiff and wouldn't lift. "How was it?" Tangbao massaged her shoulders. "Compared to the rope?" Tang Bao took out a small box from her bag and opened it. Inside was a pink silicone ball attached to a black strap. "Gag ball?" Qing Qing took a step back. "You bought this too?" "Mhm," Tang Bao dangled it. "I read reviews for a long time and chose the smallest size, worried your jaw would get sore. Want to try it?" "Wearing this... would look pretty stupid, right?" Qing Qing imagined it. "And my mouth would be open the whole time..." "You'll drool," Tang Bao said bluntly. "That's why I bought it. I want to see you drool, unable to control yourself, looking so ashamed." Qing Qing blushed. "Pervert..." "Wear it?" "...Okay," Qing Qing's voice was barely audible. "But don't take pictures." "Won't," Tang Bao promised. "Just for me to see." She had Qing Qing sit on the edge of the bed and tied her hair up first, so it wouldn't get in the way. Then she picked up the gag ball. The ball was about the size of a ping-pong ball, pink, and smelled faintly of strawberries. "Open your mouth," Tang Bao said. Qing Qing hesitated and opened her mouth. Tang Bao pushed the ball in. The ball pressed against her tongue, forcing her mouth open. Then she wrapped the strap around the back of her head and buckled it. "Can you breathe?" Tang Bao asked, checking the tightness. Qing Qing tried to breathe. Her nose was fine, but her mouth was stuffed, and she couldn't swallow. Saliva began to secrete naturally. She nodded. "Good," Tang Bao stepped back to admire her. "You look so beautiful." Qing Qing tried to speak, but could only make muffled "Mmmph" sounds. She tried to push the ball out with her tongue, but the strap was tight, and the ball was wedged behind her teeth, unmoving. "Don't bother," Tang Bao chuckled. "You can't say 'stop' now, or 'no'. Three claps is the safe word, remember?" Qing Qing nodded. Saliva was already accumulating at the corners of her mouth. She felt ashamed and wanted to wipe it away, but Tang Bao held her hands down. "No wiping," Tang Bao said. "Let it flow. I want to watch." She began to tie Qing Qing's hands – front-bound, wrists secured in front of her. The rope was wrapped several times, her fingers could still move, but she couldn't reach her face. Then she had Qing Qing lie down, knees bent, legs tied in a crab position, ankles and thighs secured together. Qing Qing was now completely immobilized – her limbs were bound, her mouth was stuffed with the gag, and saliva began to stream down her chin, dripping onto the pillow. She wanted to close her mouth, but couldn't, and could only let the saliva build up, overflowing from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her neck. "Such a good girl," Tang Bao sat beside her, gently wiping a bit of drool from her lip, then smearing it on her own chest. "See? It's really flowing." Qing Qing whimpered and turned her head away, but Tang Bao cupped her chin, forcing her to look at her. "Don't hide," Tang Bao said. "Let me see your face clearly." Her fingers began to wander. First, she unbuttoned Qing Qing's top, revealing her bra, then her fingers slid from her collarbone to her chest, circling and gently pressing on her breasts. Qing Qing wanted to protest, but could only make "Mmmph" sounds, and her drool flowed even more. "Is this sensitive?" Tang Bao asked, pinching the peak of her breast. Qing Qing arched her back sharply, nodding, tears welling up in her eyes – shame and pleasure mixed together. Tang Bao's hand continued downwards, sliding over her abdomen, lingering at her inner thighs. Qing Qing's legs were tied in a crab position, unable to close, and she could only watch as Tang Bao's hand reached between her legs. "This is sensitive too, isn't it?" Tang Bao gently pressed her core area through her panties. Qing Qing writhed violently, the bed creaking. Saliva streamed down her cheeks and into her hair, soaking a patch. She wanted to scream "No," but only managed muffled groans, which only excited Tang Bao further. On the last weekend of November, in Qingqing's dorm room. Tangbao sat on the edge of the bed, holding a long, black leather item – an arm binder. She'd just received it yesterday. She looked a little guilty because she hadn't told Qingqing about buying it beforehand, just like with the gag she'd bought previously, presenting it as a done deal. "You're buying things again," Qingqing said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. "The last time it was the gag, and now it's the arm binder." "I wanted to try it..." Tangbao whispered, her fingers caressing the leather surface. "This binds your arms straight behind your back, it's very strict. I... I want to know what it feels like. What it feels like to be bound by you." She lowered her head, her voice even softer: "Every time you wear the gag and drool, I want to try it too... I want to be bound by you, messed up..." Qingqing froze for a moment, then walked over and took the binder. "You want me to bind you? With this?" Tangbao nodded, her ears turning red. "Didn't you say... say I'd be punished for buying things? So... punish me with this..." She looked up, her eyes darting away, but with anticipation. "Bind me, Qingqing. Do whatever you want... I'll accept it all." Qingqing looked at her – Tangbao, who always took the lead, who always controlled everything, now with her head down, ears red, actively offering her hands to be bound. This contrast made her heart race. "Alright," Qingqing said, her voice unconsciously deepening. "Then I'm in charge today. You're not allowed to resist, not allowed to act cute. If you can't take it, clap your hands. Understand?" Tangbao nodded vigorously, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly. "Stand up," Qingqing commanded. "Turn your back to me and take off your top." Tangbao obediently stood up and removed her sweater, leaving only her bra. She stood with her back to Qingqing, her hands hanging by her sides, her shoulders trembling slightly with tension. "Put your arms in," Qingqing said, sliding the arm binder onto her right arm, pulling it all the way up to her shoulder, then tucking her left arm in as well. Both arms were forced together behind her back, elbows straightened, palms pressed together, completely unable to bend. Qingqing began to tighten the straps behind her back. The leather cinched, forcing Tangbao's shoulders back, her chest naturally pushing forward. When it was tightened to the maximum, Tangbao's hands were completely locked behind her, as if severed. Only the long cylindrical shape below her shoulders remained. "Does it hurt?" Qingqing asked. "A little," Tangbao tried to struggle, the leather creaking. "My shoulders are being pulled apart... but I can bear it." "Kneel," Qingqing said. "Spread your legs." Tangbao knelt down, her knees apart. Her body was unstable because her hands behind her back couldn't support her. Qingqing used a rope to tie her ankles together, then wrapped it around her thighs a few times, securing her in a kneeling position with her legs unable to close. "And this," Qingqing said, reaching under the pillow and pulling out a gag – the pink one from last time. "Didn't you say you wanted to try wearing this? Open your mouth." Tangbao hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth. Qingqing inserted the ball and buckled the strap behind her head. Tangbao's lips were forced open, unable to close. Saliva quickly began to accumulate, spilling from the corners of her mouth. "You look good," Qingqing said, stepping back to admire her. "The arm binder makes your chest stick out so high, and the gag makes you unable to speak... you look so slutty." She sat on a chair in front of Tangbao and reached out to pinch the soft flesh of Tangbao's breasts. Tangbao let out a muffled sound, saliva dripping from her mouth onto her knees. She wanted to squirm, but her kneeling position and the arm restraint made her unstable. A slight movement would cause her to wobble, unable to avoid Qingqing's hands. "Is this spot sensitive?" Qingqing asked, pinching the tip with more pressure. "Mmm!" Tangbao jerked her head back, saliva flowing even more fiercely, from her chin to her neck, leaving a wet patch. Her face was flushed red, her eyes moist, a mixture of shame and excitement. Qingqing's hand continued downwards, sliding over her abdomen, and then probing inside her underwear. Tangbao's legs were bound in a spread-eagle kneeling position, completely unable to close. She could only watch as Qingqing's fingers found the source of her wetness. "Already wet?" Qingqing chuckled. "You get wet just from my touch? So cheap." She deliberately used humiliating words, watching Tangbao tremble with shame, her saliva flowing non-stop, already dripping from her chest onto the floor. This feeling of complete control was entirely different from usual – usually, Tangbao was in control, but now it was reversed. Seeing the normally dominant Tangbao kneeling before her, unable to resist, at her mercy. "Beg me," Qingqing said, her finger circling the entrance but not entering. "Say 'Master, please fuck me' – although I know you can't say it clearly." "Mmmph... mmm..." Tangbao was genuinely trying to speak, but could only produce indistinct syllables. More saliva flowed out, wetting the skin of her chest. "Louder," Qingqing's finger increased pressure. "Say it clearly, do you want me to go in?" "...Mmm!" Tangbao nodded, tears welling up, unsure if it was from frustration or pleasure. The zipper moved upwards, the rubber constricting layer by layer, cinching Tang Bao's waist, forcing her back to straighten, her chest to push out, her neck trapped by the high collar. The zipper reached the top with a click, sealing Tang Bao entirely within the black latex, from neck to feet, a perfect fit, only her face exposed. "Hot..." Tang Bao whispered, her voice muffled within the latex suit, "I'm already sweating..." "This is just the beginning," Qing Qing picked up the rope, "Hands behind your back, tie them tight." She pulled Tang Bao's right arm behind her, then her left, crossing both arms, wrists together. The rope wrapped around—the first loop, tightening around the wrist bones, Tang Bao felt the hemp bite into the outside of the latex, harder and more painful than directly on skin; the second loop, the third, the rope sliding against the smooth surface of the latex, tightening with a rasp; locked, knotted, her wrists completely secured behind her back, her fingers could touch her buttocks, but couldn't reach her neck, let alone the zipper on her back. "Legs," Qing Qing patted her thigh, "Spread them, crab-bound." Tang Bao was forced to kneel, her knees apart. Qing Qing pulled her right ankle up, pressing it against her inner thigh, and secured it with rope—ankle and inner thigh bound together, forming a curve, forcing her knees outwards. The left leg was treated the same. Once bound, Tang Bao knelt there, legs spread, the latex between her legs stretched taut, the outline of her cleft clearly visible. "And this," Qing Qing picked up a silver metal speculum, two curved iron pieces with an adjustable screw in the middle, "Open your mouth, so you don't bite me, and so you don't drool with your mouth closed. I want to see you drown in it." "No..." Tang Bao tried to pull back, but kneeling, she couldn't escape, "This will tear my lips..." "It won't," Qing Qing pinched her jaw open, forcing the speculum in, the metal pressing against her upper and lower gums, "Screw tightened, don't move." She turned the side screw, and the speculum slowly widened, Tang Bao's mouth forced open, from able to close to a finger's width, then two fingers' width, her lips stretched thin, a stinging pain starting at the corners of her mouth. The screw reached its limit, Tang Bao's mouth a perfect circle, unable to close, her teeth exposed, saliva immediately pouring from the corners of her mouth. Her mouth, sensing a foreign object, secreted copious amounts of saliva, and unable to swallow, it could only flow out. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Tang Bao tried to speak, but could only make these sounds, tears welling from the pain at her lips and fear. "Can't talk now, can you?" Qing Qing knelt before her, strapping a dildo to her own waist, adjusting its position. The flesh-colored fake penis dangled before Tang Bao's eyes, "Yesterday you made me lick you, today I'll return the favor. But this thing is thicker, longer, and harder than yours. Take it in your mouth, all the way to the base, until you want to vomit, until your tears and snot flow together, begging me to stop." She held Tang Bao's head with one hand, and with the other, guided the fake penis towards Tang Bao's forced-open mouth. The fake thing touched her lips, Tang Bao tried to turn her head, but her head was held down, she couldn't escape. Qing Qing pushed forward, the fake penis sliding into the circular opening, probing towards her throat. "Mmmph—Mmmph mmmph!" Tang Bao immediately gagged, her throat instinctively contracting, but the speculum held her mouth open, preventing her from vomiting. The fake penis continued to push in, reaching the depths of her throat, Tang Bao's tears instantly gushed out, flowing profusely, her nose stinging, saliva secreting wildly from the stimulation, streaming down from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the latex on her chest, pooling into a small puddle. "Deeper," Qing Qing pushed her head forward, "Swallow, swallow to the base. You made me lick for ten minutes yesterday, you'll do the same today, not a second less." Tang Bao was forced to swallow, the fake penis entering and exiting her mouth, each thrust reaching the deepest part of her throat, triggering a wave of gagging. Her tears flowed even more fiercely, streaks of makeup washed down her face, saliva streamed down her chin, into the collar of her latex suit, mixing with her sweat. She wanted to push it away with her hands, but they were tied behind her back; she wanted to close her mouth and bite, but the speculum held it open; she wanted to beg for mercy, but could only make muffled "mmmph mmmph" sounds. "Feeling good?" Qing Qing asked as she thrust, looking at Tang Bao's disheveled face, "Forced to take it in your mouth, unable to move, unable to run, only able to swallow, swallow until tears stream down your face. Say it, are you feeling good?" "Mmmph... Mmmph..." Tang Bao shook her head, tears flying out. "Not talking?" Qing Qing pulled the fake penis out. Tang Bao gasped for air, saliva stringing from her lips, but the speculum prevented her from breathing normally, forcing her to gasp with her mouth open, like a fish out of water. "Not begging?" Qing Qing made a move to pick up an even thicker fake penis, "Want this one? It's two sizes thicker than the last one, it'll definitely tear your lips when I push it in." "No..." Tang Bao finally broke down, crying, her words leaking through her mouth, "I... I feel good... I like Qing Qing stuffing my mouth... I'm a slut... I like being tied up and forced... Please Master... don't switch... this is enough..." "Louder!" Qing Qing slapped her, not hard, but a crisp sound, "Say it clearly!" "I'm a slut!" Tang Bao screamed, her lips bleeding from the speculum, "I'm Qing Qing's latex doll! I like being tied up and having my mouth stuffed! I like drooling! I like being forced! Please Master... use me..." "That's better," Qing Qing smiled, pushing the fake penis back in, "Keep taking it, until I'm satisfied, until you can swallow to the base without crying." She held Tang Bao's head, forcing her to move back and forth, deep-throating. Tang Bao's throat gradually relaxed, the fake penis reaching deeper. She no longer gagged, only cried continuously, drooled continuously, and made muffled sounds of being filled. Qing Qing looked at her face—tears, snot, and saliva smeared across it, sweat from the latex sticking her hair to her forehead, her lips red and swollen from the speculum, but her eyes were starting to glaze over, shifting from resistance to submission, even with a hint of enjoyment. "Swallow to the base," Qing Qing gave a final forceful push, the entire fake penis filling Tang Bao's mouth, the base pressing against her lips, "Hold it, don't move, hold for one minute." Tang Bao held it, tears still flowing, but slower now. Saliva dripped down the corners of her mouth, forming a small river on the latex. Her eyes looked at Qing Qing, filled with submission and pleading, and also love. After a minute, Qing Qing pulled it out. She removed the speculum, and Tang Bao's mouth couldn't close, her jaw felt dislocated, more saliva gushed out, she couldn't even catch it with her hands. A small cut had opened at the corner of her mouth, and beads of blood mixed with the saliva. Friday morning, Tangbao's rented room. Qingqing sat on the bedside, holding three rolls of rope – two thin ones, one thick. Tangbao stood in the center of the room, naked and waiting to be bound. "We're doing the full set today," Qingqing said. "Rear hand restraint for your arms, crab restraint for your legs, a perineal rope with a vibrator, and then we're off to the library to study. That place is so quiet, every sound gets amplified. If you dare to cry out, the whole school will hear you." Tangbao swallowed. "...I'm going to die." "That's why you have to endure," Qingqing smiled. "Even if you die, I'll carry your corpse back bound." She began to tie. First, the rear hand restraint – not a simple wrist tie, but a strict rear hand Guanyin bind. Tangbao's right hand was brought behind her back, then her left hand followed, and the two hands were brought together behind her waist. Qingqing used a thin rope, starting from the wrists, wrapping three times, locking it tight, then moving upwards to bind the elbows together. The rope formed parallel ligature marks on her arms, tightening all the way to the base of her upper arms. Tangbao's shoulders were forced back, her chest pushed out, her breasts fully exposed, unable to hunch or defend herself. "Tight?" Qingqing asked, pulling on the knot. "Tight... I can't move my hands..." Tangbao tried to struggle. Her elbows were locked, her fingers could only touch her buttocks, unable to reach any knots. "We're just getting started," Qingqing squatted down. "Crab restraint." She had Tangbao sit down, bend her right leg, bringing her ankle to the base of her thigh, and secured it with rope, forming an L-shape, forcing her knee outwards. The left leg was done the same way. Then the crucial part – connecting the rope loops around her ankles to the rope behind her waist and pulling it tight. Tangbao's body was forced into a curled position, her legs spread and unable to close. Her hands were pulled down behind her lower back, her entire posture resembling a folded shrimp, her lower body completely exposed and defenseless. "Perineal rope," Qingqing took out the thickest roll. "This one needs to go deep today, with the vibrator inserted and secured. It'll start vibrating on the way to the library." She first inserted the vibrator between Tangbao's legs, setting it to a low setting. The buzzing vibration immediately made Tangbao gasp. Then, the rope passed from behind, digging into her buttock crack, sinking deep between those two soft cheeks, pressing down on the vibrator to keep it from shifting, ensuring it pressed against the same spot continuously. The rope wrapped around to the front, tied in a knot at her abdomen, connected to the crab restraint ropes, and pulled tight. Tangbao lowered her legs, attempting to stand up – the perineal rope immediately tightened deeper, the vibrator was pushed even tighter, and she almost fell back to her knees. "Put these on," Qingqing threw her a loose hoodie and wide-leg pants. "Cover up. The pants need to be loose, otherwise, the spread-leg position will be obvious." Tangbao struggled to put on her underwear. Outside the underwear was the vibrator and the perineal rope, rubbing with every movement. Then she put on the hoodie, covering her chest that was pushed out by the rear hand restraint. Finally, the wide-leg pants, covering her bent and spread legs. In the mirror, she looked like an ordinary student, except she walked with an unnaturally straight back and her legs wouldn't close, taking tiny shuffling steps. On the way to the library. With every step, the perineal rope rubbed, and the vibrator buzzed continuously on the low setting, like a persistent fly. Tangbao walked with her legs clamped, but the crab restraint forced her knees apart, making it impossible to clamp them tightly. She could only let the vibrator buzz between her legs, the perineal rope rubbing from side to side with her walking steps, the stimulation growing stronger. "Walk faster," Qingqing said from the side. "It'll be full in ten minutes." "I... I can't walk fast..." Tangbao panted. "It's too deep... every step..." "Endure it," Qingqing smiled. "It'll be even more stimulating when we get to the library." The loose hoodie and wide-leg pants on the outside offered some cover, but her posture was forced to be straight, as the rear hand restraint prevented her from hunching. The angle of her spread legs made the pants pull tight, her knees pressing against the edge of the table. Qingqing sat diagonally opposite her, two tables away, with her laptop in front of her and headphones on, appearing to be watching an online lecture. But her right hand was under the table, holding a remote, her thumb hovering over the button. The study hall was as quiet as a tomb. The rustling of turning pages, the muffled footsteps on the carpet, even suppressed coughs. This silence amplified the senses – Tangbao could clearly hear her own heartbeat, the buzzing of the vibrator inside her (though no one else could hear it, she felt the whole world could), and her own heavy breathing. The vibrator suddenly jumped to high gear. Qingqing and Tangbao lay side-by-side on Qingyi’s one-meter-fifty single bed, their arms naturally intertwined – if one ignored the single-column bondage that Qingyi had just secured on their wrists. "Your wrists are too loose," Qingyi knelt by the bed, her fingers checking the knots on Tangbao's wrists. "I've re-tied it three times. This time it's a dead knot, you won't be able to get out." Her voice was much steadier than a month ago. Her fingers no longer trembled, and while her rope-tying skills still lagged behind Qingqing's, they were much more fluid. Most importantly, the light in her eyes had changed – from timid anticipation to the certainty of a controller. "You're really going to make us sleep like this?" Tangbao tried to struggle, the rope digging into her skin, tighter than she'd imagined. "Sleep bound? My hands will go numb." "That's why I'm learning how to tie them tight without cutting off circulation," Qingyi stood up, dragging another, longer rope from the foot of the bed. "No untying tonight. Sister Tangbao, you taught me that overnight bondage should allow for some movement but restrict larger actions. I remember." She began to tie Tangbao's legs – not a simple leg-to-leg tie, but a bent crab tie, her ankles brought to her thighs, knees forced outwards, secured by rope in a position where they couldn't be brought together. Tangbao's flexibility was inferior to Qingyi's, and she let out a soft hiss as she was bent into this position. "Tell me if it hurts," Qingyi stopped, "but I won't untie it. I'll adjust it." "...Continue," Tangbao buried her face in the pillow. "You're learning pretty fast. You even know how to threaten me now." "I learned from you," Qingyi smiled, continuing her work. "Didn't you do the same when you tied me? Saying, 'If it hurts, beg me, and even if you beg, I won't untie it.'" After finishing Tangbao's legs, she turned to Qingqing. Qingqing cooperatively bent her legs, leaning back against the headboard, her wrists tied in front of her, looking like a good child waiting for a gift. "Sister Qingqing," Qingyi climbed onto the bed, kneeling on either side of Qingqing's legs. "I've practiced my rope harness for a long time. Shall we try my Kikkō-shibari today?" "Sure," Qingqing lifted her bound wrists. "But we agreed, you have to untie it by seven tomorrow morning. I have class." "Nine," Qingyi bargained, picking up the rope. "Two more hours of bondage. I want to see you wake up tied." "Eight-thirty," Tangbao interjected. "Eight-thirty at the latest, or my hands will really die." "Deal," Qingyi began. She first untied Qingqing's wrists – the previous single-column bondage, loose, merely symbolic. Then, the real Kikkō-shibari began. Qingyi's fingers slid down Qingqing's collarbones, positioned below her chest, the rope against her skin, the first loop encircling her lower chest. Qingyi's movements were slow, slower than Tangbao's, even slower than Qingqing's when she first started, but each loop was extremely steady. She made three loops around her lower chest, securing the knot with the standard "zhong" character knot that Tangbao had taught her, neat and symmetrical. Then the rope moved downwards, forming the first diamond shape on her abdomen. "Tight?" she asked, her fingers probing the rope loop. "Just right," Qingqing looked at her abdomen, the rope imprinting shallow, brownish-red indentations on her skin. "Continue." Qingyi moved downwards, the second diamond at her navel, the third at her lower abdomen, and then the crotch rope – she threaded it between Qingqing's legs, cinching it deeply, connecting it to the bottom of the Kikkō-shibari, and tying it off. She didn't even hum during the entire process, focused as if taking an exam. Tangbao watched from the side and suddenly said, "You're tying better than I do now." "I've practiced for a month," Qingyi said without looking up, her fingers adjusting a knot at Qingqing's hipbone. "I practiced on myself every day, drew diagrams, memorized the steps. Today, I'm finally tying a real person." When she finished the last knot, Qingqing was adorned in a complete Kikkō-shibari – from chest to crotch, the diamond patterns symmetrical and neat, the crotch rope deeply embedded between her legs, connected to the chest and back straps, a slight movement causing the entire rope system to engage. "Now your legs," Qingyi turned to Tangbao. "That was just a simple tie earlier. Now I'll tie you in a proper crab tie, connected to your wrists." She had Tangbao turn over and lie on her stomach, her hands bound behind her back – her wrists were already tied, and now her legs would be connected too. Qingyi pulled Tangbao's right ankle behind her and connected it to her right wrist with a short rope, pulling it tight. The tension caused Tangbao's body to arch backwards, her chest forced against the bed. "Left leg," Qingyi did the same. "Connect it to your left wrist." Once both sides were connected, Tangbao was in an extreme curled position – her wrists and ankles pulled together behind her, her knees forced apart, her entire body like an overturned crab, completely unable to unfold, unable to even roll over. "Finished," Qingyi stepped back, looking at her two creations. Qingqing sat at the head of the bed, her upper body fixed in an upright position by the Kikkō-shibari, her legs still able to move but restricted by the crotch rope; Tangbao lay beside her, bent into a humiliating crab tie, her struggles reduced to mere tremors. "Now sleep," Qingyi turned off the main light, leaving only the bedside lamp. "You two sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the floor, watching over you." "Come down and sleep with us," Qingqing said. "The bed is big enough." "No," Qingyi dragged a blanket from the closet. "I need to watch. If your hands go numb and get infected, I need to find out immediately. And..." she paused, a smile playing on her lips, "I want to watch you sleep bound. This is a scene I've dreamed of seeing." She truly made a makeshift bed by the side of the bed, lying on her side, facing the bed, her eyes bright in the dim lamplight. Qingqing tried to adjust her position, but the Kikkō-shibari restricted her bending, forcing her into a semi-sitting, semi-lying posture, her wrists tied in front of her, her fingers able to brush Tangbao's hair. "Tangbao?" she whispered. "...Mmm," Tangbao's voice was muffled. "This position... is actually quite comfortable. Like being wrapped in a cocoon, unable to move, only able to breathe." "So I need to practice," Lin Yue stood up and walked to the rack where the ropes were kept. Her fingers slid over rows of ropes, finally selecting a pink cotton one—Qingyi's, the softest, most suitable for a beginner. "Tang Bao, be my first model, okay? I... I want to know if I can do it." Tang Bao looked at Qingyi and Qing Qing. Qingyi sat cross-legged, a smile playing on her lips; Qing Qing lay on the edge of the bed, her chin resting on her hands, her eyes encouraging. She sighed and opened her arms, "Fine, it's a beginner's tie, I'll endure it. But we have a deal: if you hurt me, I'll yell. I won't just tough it out like you did last night." "Okay," Lin Yue nodded, her ears turning red. "If you yell, I'll stop." She had Tang Bao sit with her back to her, legs stretched out. Lin Yue took a deep breath and began to tie her wrists. She brought Tang Bao's hands behind her back, wrists together, palms facing each other—this was the starting position Qingyi had taught her last night. But she was too nervous; the rope was loose on the first loop, and too tight on the second, making Tang Bao hiss, "Gentler, are you trying to cripple my right hand?" "Sorry, sorry..." Lin Yue fumbled to loosen the rope, sweat beading on her forehead. She re-tied it, and this time it was a bit better, three loops stacked together to form a neat spiral. But when she tied the knot, her fingers were trembling. The double knot took two tries to form, and it was crooked, the knot facing the wrong way, likely to press against the bone. "Tie the knot to the left," Qingyi instructed from the side. "Yes, that way when she struggles, the knot won't press into her palm." "Oh, oh..." Lin Yue adjusted, finally tying a decent double knot. She tugged, Tang Bao struggled, and indeed, she couldn't get free. But the position was too high, close to the elbow. Tang Bao frowned, "It's digging into my flesh a bit, move it down." "Then I'll adjust..." Lin Yue reached to untie it, but the double knot was so tight she couldn't loosen it after fiddling for a long time, her face turning red. Finally, Qingyi handed her a small pair of scissors, "Cut it and start over. Don't force it, you'll numb her hands if you keep picking at it." After twenty minutes of fumbling, the wrists were finally tied. It wasn't a rear-hand high bind, but a simple wrist bind, yet it was firm. Tang Bao struggled, and indeed, couldn't move. "It's okay," Tang Bao commented, "Even though it's ugly and the position is wrong, I really can't get out." Lin Yue breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on her face. Then came the legs. She wanted to try the M-spread bind from last night, but Tang Bao's flexibility wasn't as good; her knees couldn't reach her chest. Lin Yue tried to force them, and Tang Bao yelped, "It's breaking! Our flexibility is different!" "Then... a leg bind?" Lin Yue hesitated, looking to Qingyi for help. "Leg bind," Qing Qing instructed. "Start with the basics. You can practice advanced techniques like the straight-arm M-spread after another six months. First, tie the legs securely so she can't roll over." Lin Yue tied Tang Bao's legs together at the ankles with a secure knot. She wrapped two more loops around her thighs for reinforcement. Finally, she positioned Tang Bao on her side, then moved behind her, wrapping her arms around Tang Bao's chest and resting her chin on her shoulder—mimicking the pose Tang Bao had held her in last night. "How is it?" Lin Yue asked, her voice tinged with nervousness and anticipation, and a hint of undisguised pride. Tang Bao struggled. The ropes were indeed tight. Although they were tied haphazardly, with knots askew, they were effective. She could feel Lin Yue's arms trembling, hear her rapid breaths on her neck, and feel the rise and fall of her chest against her back. "Passable," Tang Bao said. "Even though it hurt a bit and it's ugly, I really can't move. You've... barely graduated?" Lin Yue smiled, tightening her arms and hugging Tang Bao closer, as if holding a precious trophy. She suddenly remembered something and freed one hand, tickling Tang Bao's side. "Hey! What are you doing!" Tang Bao shrieked, squirming in Lin Yue's embrace, but with her hands and feet tied, she couldn't escape. "Let go! Stop!" "This is what you did to me last night," Lin Yue said, her voice laced with the thrill of revenge, her fingers continuing to roam Tang Bao's side. "This is... tuition." "Qingyi! Qing Qing! Save me!" Tang Bao cried, but laughter was already escaping her. Qingyi and Qing Qing didn't move, just sat by and watched, smiling. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the four women—one tied up, squirming and begging for mercy in another's arms; two watching from the side, teacups in hand. Lin Yue stopped tickling. She just held Tang Bao tighter, her chin resting on her shoulder, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Tang Bao smelled of body wash, of hemp rope, and of herself—a perfect blend. "...Thank you," Lin Yue said softly, her voice devoid of its earlier playfulness, now filled with sincerity. "Thank you for teaching me, thank you for... letting me in." The studio fell silent. Qingyi put down her teacup, Qing Qing sat up, and Tang Bao stopped struggling. "Welcome aboard," Qingyi said, her voice gentle. "But next time you tie me, practice until you're more skilled. I won't spend twenty minutes fumbling. And the knots need to be tied beautifully; ugly knots aren't pleasing to the eye." "Me too," Qing Qing laughed. "Beginners should prioritize tying Tang Bao. She's tough and can take a lot." "Fuck," Tang Bao cursed, but she was smiling. "You two heartless wretches... Lin Yue, from now on, we'll be a team. We'll tie them up until they can't move." She opened her eyes to find herself still clad in the damp latex suit, a gag stuffed in her mouth – not yesterday's speculum, but a new red ball gag. The sphere was small, but the strap cinched brutally tight behind her head. Her hands were bound behind her back, the rope coiled five times around her wrists before being tied in a knot that wouldn't budge. Her legs were positioned unnaturally – not spread in a crab-like stance, but straightened and tied together. Her ankles were bound tightly, and a rope encircled her upper thighs, forcing her legs together as she lay there, trussed up like a roast. She squirmed, and immediately felt an intense pressure in her lower abdomen. After being forced to perform oral sex yesterday, she had drunk water, cried, and sweated profusely. Now, her bladder felt ready to burst. Qingqing sat on the edge of the bed, drinking soy milk. Seeing her wake up, she smiled, "Awake? Need to pee, don't you?" Tangbao nodded frantically, wriggling her body, her eyes pleading. "No peeing," Qingqing put down her soy milk cup, the bottom of the bowl making a crisp sound as it hit the nightstand. "Today, we're playing with this—" She bent down and dragged out a black leather box from under the bed. Opening it, she revealed a contraption of metal and leather. It looked like shorts, but with a curved metal plate in the front and a hole in the back, complete with a small lock and key. "A chastity device," Qingqing took it out and dangled it, the metal glinting. "Put this on. It'll block you from peeing, and the hole in the back will let me play with you. The key is with me. I'll decide when you can unlock it to pee. You can only pee when I say so. Can you hold it? You have to hold it even if you can't." Tangbao's eyes widened, and she shook her head, emitting muffled protests from behind the gag, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Protests invalid," Qingqing finished her soy milk and lifted the duvet, revealing Tangbao's body in the latex suit. The suit, after a night's wear, had dried and then become damp again, now clinging stickily to her skin, emitting a musky odor of rubber and body sweat. "You're not taking off the latex either. The chastity device goes on over it. Lift your ass. Lift it yourself. If you don't, I'll spank your ass until it's swollen, and then you'll lift it." Tangbao refused to lift. The urge to pee was too urgent. Lifting would only increase the abdominal pressure. Qingqing waited for three seconds, then slapped her thigh directly, a dull thud echoing through the latex. Tangbao yelped in pain, arching her back reflexively, her buttocks lifting. Qingqing quickly fastened the chastity device around her waist. The leather strap wrapped around from behind, and the metal plate in front pressed down over the latex, covering her entire crotch. The curved iron plate fit snugly, like a hand pressing there. The leather in the back hugged her butt crack, leaving a round opening. Qingqing tightened the strap, aligned the buckle, and attached the small lock with a click. "Now," Qingqing patted the cold metal plate, producing a metallic clink. "You can't pee. It's blocked in the front, the iron plate pressing down, the latex encasing you. Not a drop can escape. And the back is open for me to play with you anytime. Plus, the sweat and any potential urine are trapped inside the latex, all for you to endure, marinating in it." Tangbao was truly close to tears. The pressure of holding her urine made her lower abdomen ache, and the metal plate of the chastity device pressing on her abdomen only intensified the urge. She wriggled, the ropes rubbing, but her legs were tied too tightly to spread, forcing her to lie there uncomfortably with her legs together. "Oh, and this too," Qingqing took out two more small items from the box – metal clamps with thin chains. "Nipple clamps. Your nipples are hard under the latex, you can almost see them through the material. Perfect for these. It'll make you uncomfortable everywhere, top and bottom." She unfastened the collar of the latex suit and rolled it down, exposing Tangbao's breasts. The friction of the latex had already made them erect and incredibly sensitive. Qingqing covered them with her palm, rubbing them, then pinched the tips. She spread the clamps with her thumb and forefinger and aimed— "Ah—Mmph!" Tangbao's scream was muffled by the gag, turning into a dull wail. The moment the clamps were attached, a sharp pain shot through her like an electric current, and Tangbao's body convulsed. The clamps bit into her nipples, not gently, but with a metallic, sustained pressure. The chains dangled down, resting on the latex, swaying slightly with her breathing. Each sway tugged at the clamps, sending fresh stabs of pain. "Both of them," Qingqing attached the second clamp. "Now you're a complete toy. Gagged, hands bound, legs together, nipples clamped, bladder full, and your ass exposed for me to play with. I'll unlock it for you to pee only when I'm happy. If I'm not, you'll hold it all day, until you cry, until you wet yourself inside the latex." She went downstairs to buy breakfast, leaving Tangbao alone on the bed, writhing. Tangbao was on the verge of wetting herself, but the chastity device blocked her, the iron plate pressing on her lower abdomen, the latex encasing her. She couldn't pee, and could only tremble uncontrollably from the strain. The nipple clamps swayed with her movements, each jolt stimulating her sensitive tips, intensifying her urge to pee, creating a vicious cycle of pain, itching, and urinary urgency that was driving her mad. She tried to hold it in, clenching her muscles, but the iron plate of the chastity device pressed directly on those muscles, making it impossible to fully contract. Waves of urgency washed over her, only to be pushed back by the plate. The pressure built in her bladder, causing intense pain. The overwhelming need to pee brought tears to her eyes. Qingqing returned, sitting by the bed and eating a fried dough stick, the crisp crunch echoing as she watched Tangbao's agony. "Want to pee? Beg me. You can't speak, but your eyes have to beg. If you can't kneel, then beg lying down." Tangbao nodded frantically, her eyes brimming with tears, filled with desperate pleading. "Then let me play with you for half an hour first," Qingqing finished her fried dough stick and reached behind the chastity device, inserting her hand into the exposed hole beneath the latex. "Clench tight. Don't let my finger in. If it goes in, I won't unlock it, and it'll make you want to pee even more." Her finger circled the opening. Tangbao squeezed with all her might, but the latex was too slippery, and the chastity device was tight. Qingqing's finger still managed to push in a little, wriggling in the confined space. Tangbao cried out, the pain of holding her urine and the stimulation from behind mixing into an unbearable agony. Her body tensed like a bow. "So tight," Qingqing chuckled, her finger probing a little deeper. "You want to pee and you want me to play with you. You're a natural slut. Tell me, do you like being played with while holding your pee? Do you like me controlling you with gloves?" "Mmph mmph!" Tangbao nodded, then shook her head, no longer aware of what she was doing. Her consciousness began to blur, leaving only her body's primal reactions. Half an hour later, Qingqing finally unlocked the chastity device. She didn't remove the latex, however, only unfastened the leather in the back, allowing her to pee. She commanded, "Pee. Right here. In the latex. Don't take it off." Tangbao couldn't hold it any longer. Shame was drowned out by physiological need. She peed, inside the latex. The urine mixed with sweat, flowing down her legs, pooling inside the suit. It was hot, wet, and utterly humiliating. But the release was intensely pleasurable. She climaxed in her incontinence, her body convulsing violently within the latex, whimpering as she wet herself, arching her back before slumping down, all while Qingqing watched. "You peed in your suit," Qingqing said, her hand stroking the damp exterior of the latex. "It's dirtier now, and smells even more. You're not washing today. You'll stay bound in this dirty suit until I'm satisfied. You're a soiled baby who's wet herself, and you can only be played with by me, understand?" Tangbao lay limp on the bed, her consciousness hazy. She could only nod. She had completely surrendered, her shame gone, replaced by the pleasure of being controlled and the emptiness after release. The nipple clamps were still in place, the chastity device still around her waist, and her latex suit was full of her own urine and sweat. But she no longer wanted to move. She just wanted Qingqing to continue, however she wished. "And this," Qingqing picked up a pink gag, the ball the size of a ping-pong ball, "Open your mouth, stuff it in, so you can't beg for mercy, only drool, only whimper." Qingyi shook her head, but Tangbao pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open. Qingqing shoved the pink ball into her mouth, the ball pressing on her tongue, forcing her mouth open. Qingyi's mouth was stretched to its limit, her lips beginning to feel like they were tearing. Then the strap wrapped around the back of her head and buckled with a click. Saliva immediately began to secrete. Because her mouth was held open, she couldn't swallow, and saliva continuously welled up from the base of her tongue, accumulating in her mouth, overflowing from the corners of her lips, running down her chin, onto her chest, a glistening thread. "You're drooling," Tangbao laughed, wiping the corner of her mouth with a finger, smearing it on her nipple, "Already drooling just putting it on, so thirsty?" Qingyi whimpered and shook her head, saliva sloshing out, more saliva gushing out. She couldn't control it, couldn't swallow, could only let the saliva flow out, soaking her chin, her chest. She felt utterly humiliated, yet her eyes were filled with excitement. "Vibrator," Qingqing took out a pink vibrator, "Legs apart, shove it in." Qingyi was forced to kneel on the bed, her knees spread apart, her ankles tied together with rope. Qingqing inserted the vibrator between her legs, then secured it with a thin cord, deeply wedged into the crevice. The knot where the rope was tied pressed directly onto the vibrator, preventing it from shifting. "Set it to medium," Tangbao set the vibrator, and the buzzing vibration began. Qingyi jolted violently, a large amount of saliva gushing out, flowing from the corners of her mouth to the edge of the gag, then dripping onto her knees. She knelt on the bed, her arms held straight behind her like sticks, her mouth stuffed with the gag, saliva constantly flowing, the vibrator buzzing between her legs. She was a completely unwrapped gift, a toy to be played with. "Now let's unwrap the gift," Qingqing stepped back to admire her work, "First, let's check sensitivity." Tangbao stepped forward, her fingers pinching Qingyi's nipples. Because of her posture, her nipples were hard and incredibly sensitive. Tangbao kneaded, twisted, and pulled. Qingyi wanted to retract her chest, but the single-hand restraint and the collar forced her to keep her chest out. She could only endure the playful torment, saliva flowing out with both pain and pleasure, whimpering and crying, tears mixing with the saliva, her face wet. "Then, tickling," Qingqing's hand slid to her waist, Qingyi's most ticklish spot, "The single-hand restraint means you can't defend yourself at all, can't tuck your arms, can't block with your hands, can't twist your body. You can only be tickled until you break, until you wet yourself." She began to tickle Qingyi's sides and armpits. Qingyi struggled frantically, but the single-hand restraint locked her arms. She could only twist her waist, and twisting her waist made the vibrator sink deeper, both itchy and pleasurable. She cried and laughed, whimpering and screaming, saliva gushing out in torrents, flowing like a stream from her mouth to her chest, then to her knees, soaking the bedsheet. "Want to climax?" Qingqing asked, holding the vibrator's remote, "Beg us. Even though you can't speak, beg with your body—wiggle your ass, let the water flow, show us you really want it." Qingyi desperately wiggled her ass, like a dog, kneeling at the edge of the bed, twisting her waist. Saliva sloshed out with every twist, and the vibrator moved inside her with her movements, intensifying the stimulation. She was close, but Tangbao suddenly increased the intensity of the tickling, and Qingqing turned the vibrator back down to low. "Not enough," Tangbao said, "Not enough drool. Let more flow, show us you truly desire to be ruined." Qingyi whimpered desperately, more saliva gushing out, uncontrollable, unswallowable, only able to flow continuously, like incontinence, dripping from her mouth to her chest, then to her legs. Her entire body was drenched, as if pulled from water. "Alright," Qingqing finally said, turning the vibrator to its highest setting, while Tangbao quickly pressed the rope between her legs, "Here it comes. Now you're allowed to come. Climax with tears streaming down your face." In the maximum vibration, under the strict restraint of the single-hand restraint, in the humiliation of being unable to swallow and constantly drooling, Qingyi climaxed violently. Her body convulsed, but her arms were locked by leather and couldn't bend, so only her waist thrashed wildly, like a fish struck by electricity. Her whimpers were muffled into dull moans by the gag. Saliva, tears, and snot mixed together, her face a mess, the bedsheet soaked, indistinguishable. The climax lasted for a full minute before she collapsed, kneeling at the edge of the bed, her head bowed, saliva still dripping from the corners of her mouth like a broken faucet. Qingqing and Tangbao unzipped the single-hand restraint, freeing her arms, unfastened the collar, and finally removed the gag. The moment the ball left her mouth, Qingyi immediately closed her mouth to swallow, but her jaw was sore and weak, unable to close completely. More saliva welled up, and she could only frantically wipe her face with her sleeve. "Like your birthday present?" Qingqing asked, massaging her numb arms and sore jaw. "Like it..." Qingyi's voice was hoarse, her mouth still not closing properly, still leaking saliva, "Too tight... couldn't move at all... could only drool... played with..." "Next time, we'll tie you tighter," Tangbao smiled, licking the residual saliva from her lips, "And a chastity belt, and a hood, and a butt plug. We'll take it slow. You deserve better gifts, tighter restraints, more drool." Qingyi lay on the wet bedsheet, the leather of the single-hand restraint scattered beside her, saliva still clinging to the corners of her mouth, satisfied and exhausted. The best birthday gift wasn't cake or candles, but complete control, being turned into an object, a toy that could only drool.