The Chaste School Beauty's Shibari Secret: Late-Night Dorm Room Auto-Bondage Addiction

"What is this...?" She quickly shoved the phone under the covers, her heart pounding like a drum. Her ears burned, and her legs instinctively clamped together. She told herself to stop looking, but some unseen force compelled her to open the page again. Rope bondage, Shibari, self-bondage, Kinbaku... These unfamiliar words burrowed into her brain like a virus. The more she read, the more flustered she became. The photos and videos of people unable to move after being bound by ropes, along with the self-bondage tips shared by other girls, filled her with both fear and a strange, unprecedented sensation. A faint heat spread through her lower abdomen, and her breathing grew rapid. "This is so perverted... How could I be looking at this stuff..." Ye Wei cursed herself inwardly, shame bringing her to the brink of tears. Yet, she couldn't stop scrolling. She found a beginner's guide to self-bondage written by a girl: "Rope Play You Can Experience Without a Partner." The post detailed how to choose ropes, basic tying techniques, and, most importantly, safety precautions. Ye Wei read it with intense focus, even secretly taking screenshots of several pages. "It's just curiosity... just looking, I won't actually do it..." she reassured herself. But when she saw the photos of girls after self-bondage – their bodies tightly constricted by ropes, immobile, yet displaying expressions of hidden satisfaction – images of herself bound in such a way involuntarily flooded her mind. Her hands tied behind her back, her legs spread and secured... The shame of complete loss of control, of being utterly at another's mercy, sent shivers through her entire body. "What if my roommates find out? What if my classmates know I look at this stuff... What if my parents found out their good daughter..." The thought made Ye Wei so terrified she almost threw her phone away. But that very fear paradoxically made her more excited. The physical reactions frightened her as much as they thrilled her. Past three in the morning, she finally succumbed. She used Alipay to order a beginner's set of cotton ropes. One bundle each of red and black, along with safety scissors and an eye mask. She repeatedly confirmed the "discreet packaging" option before paying. After placing the order, she hugged the phone to her chest, her heart racing. A potent mix of guilt and exhilaration kept her awake all night. In the following days, Ye Wei was restless. During class, she would suddenly drift off, picturing the ropes biting into her skin, her face flushing instantly. When her roommates asked what was wrong, she could only lower her head and say, "I've been a bit tired lately." Back in the dorm at night, she would outwardly chat and go through her usual routine, but as soon as the lights went out, she'd burrow under her covers to continue studying self-bondage tutorials. She learned a lot: single pillar tie, chest harness, thigh rope... With each new technique she studied, she'd blush and her heart would race as she imagined herself bound in that way. Especially the thought of, "What if someone suddenly walked in at this moment and saw me tied up so tightly..." That sense of devastating shame made her both want to cry from fear and secretly yearn for it. Finally, the package arrived. Wearing a mask and a hat, Ye Wei furtively went to the pickup point to collect her parcel. Back in the dorm, she confirmed her roommates were all at evening classes before locking the door and opening the package. Two bundles of soft yet sturdy cotton ropes lay quietly inside. She picked up the red rope, her fingers trembling. Feeling the texture of the rope, she took several deep breaths and walked to the mirror, looking at her own reflection, her face as red as an apple. "Just... just try the simplest one... just my feet..." Following the tutorial, she brought her feet together and began to wrap the rope around them, securing them. The sensation of the rope tightening around her ankles sent a jolt through her. She gave a gentle tug, finding it surprisingly difficult to separate them. The strange feeling of being restrained made her breathing ragged. "It's... already so shameful..." Ye Wei knelt on the bed, burying her face in her knees, her heart beating as if it would explode. She hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to try tying her hands. She brought her hands behind her back and attempted to tie them according to the tutorial. But the position was incredibly awkward. She tried again and again, her arms aching fiercely, yet the rope either wouldn't tie tightly or would loosen with the slightest movement. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't secure her hands behind her back. "Why... won't it tie..." Ye Wei's forehead beaded with sweat, tears welling in her eyes from frustration. She tried tying her hands in front of her instead, but she was still unsatisfied. The rope wasn't tight enough; she could easily break free at any moment. It didn't give her that feeling of complete control. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her hands loosely bound, she felt both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed that she hadn't experienced the intense sense of restraint she had imagined; relieved that she hadn't succeeded – if she had truly bound herself tightly, she wouldn't have been able to reach the scissors, and what if a roommate had suddenly returned... The thought sent a tremor through her entire body. "What if a roommate suddenly pushed the door open and saw me sitting on the bed, my feet tied with rope, clumsily trying to tie myself... What would they think of me? Would they think I'm a pervert? Would they take pictures and post them in the group chat? My college life would be over..." An overwhelming wave of fear and shame washed over her. She quickly untied the ropes, fumbling to stuff everything back into the box and hide it at the very bottom under her bed. Then she collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, her face burning hot, tears even tracing paths down her cheeks. "Ye Wei, what are you doing... You're supposed to be a good student, how could you do something like this..." She curled up under the covers, hugging her knees, her body still trembling slightly. The frustration of failing to attempt self-bondage, intertwined with the shame of almost succumbing, left her feeling both scared and a faint sense of dissatisfaction. This time, she was smarter. Instead of just looking at simple bondage tutorials, she typed in "self-bondage beginner unable to tie hands solution." The search results brought up a post that made her heart race: "Advanced Female Self-Bondage - Handcuffs + Timer Lock, No Worries About Not Being Able to Untie." The poster was an anonymous girl who detailed her experience. She said the biggest problem with self-bondage using ropes was that it was difficult to completely secure the hands, and they tended to loosen. Handcuffs combined with a timer lock solved this perfectly. The timer lock could be set for a specific duration, automatically unlocking at the designated time, making it safe and thorough, and allowing one to truly experience the feeling of "complete loss of freedom." Ye Wei's breathing became ragged as she read. The post included a few photos: a girl's hands cuffed behind her back, her feet secured with rope, her eyes blindfolded, kneeling on the bed, completely immobilized. Below the photos was a text description: "The moment the timer lock starts counting down, you'll genuinely tremble with fear... But that shame-filled pleasure of being utterly restrained is truly addictive." Ye Wei stared at the screen for a long time, her fingers trembling slightly. She imagined herself bound in the same way – her hands completely secured behind her back by metal handcuffs, impossible to break free, only able to wait for time to slowly tick by. That sense of inescapable dread and shame, of being at the mercy of time, sent waves of heat through her lower abdomen. "It's too dangerous... What if the timer lock malfunctions? What if a roommate suddenly comes back..." She quickly locked her phone, but less than ten minutes later, she couldn't resist unlocking it and continuing to read. She reread the post several times, even saving the purchase link. For the next two days, Ye Wei was like someone possessed. During classes, she would secretly search her phone for "Are timer locks safe?" and "Real experiences of handcuff self-bondage." At night, after her roommates were asleep, she would put on headphones and quietly listen to recordings of girls sharing their self-bondage experiences. Those breathless, trembling voices made her both scared and so excited that her whole body burned. Finally, on a Wednesday night, her roommates all went to club activities, leaving the dorm empty once again. Ye Wei took a deep breath and opened her shopping app. She bit her lip, hesitated for a full twenty minutes, and finally placed an order. A pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs (advertised as "comfortable and won't chafe"), an electronic timer lock, and a longer bundle of cotton rope. The total price wasn't expensive. She chose the fastest shipping and repeatedly confirmed "discreet packaging." After placing the order, she hugged her phone to her chest, her heart pounding uncontrollably. "Ye Wei, are you really going to do this... If you're discovered, your life is over..." she warned herself repeatedly, but the intense desire overwhelmed her reason. The package arrived quickly, in just two days. On Friday afternoon, Ye Wei, wearing a mask and hat again, went to the pickup point to collect her parcel. Back in her dorm, she locked the door, drew the curtains, and dumped everything onto the bed. The pink handcuffs gleamed seductively under the light, while the timer lock was a small black metal box, looking cold and serious. She first reviewed the process according to the tutorial: tie her feet with rope, then put on the handcuffs, lock the key with the timer lock, set the time, and then she would be completely unable to escape. Ye Wei sat on the edge of the bed, her face flushed to the point of bleeding. "Just... just try it once... Set it for twenty minutes... It should be safe enough..." She first took off her outer pants, wearing only a loose T-shirt and underwear. Then, she brought her feet together and carefully wrapped them with the red rope, securing them tightly. This time, she tied them tighter than before, the rope digging deeply into the skin of her ankles. That feeling of restraint immediately made her breathing quicken. Next was the crucial step. She brought her hands behind her back, clumsily clipping one side of the handcuffs onto her left wrist, then sliding her right hand in. With a "click," her wrists were securely locked together. The cold touch of the metal and the unyielding firmness of the lock sent goosebumps all over her skin. "They're... locked..." Ye Wei knelt on the bed and tried to struggle. The handcuffs made a faint metallic clinking sound but didn't budge. Her heart rate instantly shot to its peak, and an intense wave of shame washed over her. Now, her feet were bound by rope, her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she could only maintain a kneeling position, unable to stand or do anything with her hands. She awkwardly used her chin and shoulder to pick up the timer lock, inserted the key into the handcuffs, and set the twenty-minute countdown. Then, she took a deep breath and pressed the start button. "Beep—" The timer lock emitted a faint electronic sound, and the countdown began. At that moment, Ye Wei completely panicked. She was truly and utterly restrained! Her hands were locked behind her back, her feet couldn't be separated, and she was kneeling on the bed like a small animal waiting to be slaughtered. The room was terrifyingly quiet, with only the faint ticking of the timer lock. "What if... someone comes back right now?" The thought alone made Ye Wei so scared she almost cried. She struggled desperately, but the handcuffs only made a "clack clack" sound; they wouldn't budge. The rope also firmly secured her feet. The more she struggled, the more she felt the tightening sensation of the rope and handcuffs against her skin. That feeling of complete helplessness, of being utterly controlled, washed over her like a tide. In the darkness, time stretched out, agonizingly slow. Ye Wei could clearly hear her own heartbeat, her ragged breaths. She tried to struggle gently, but the handcuffs and ropes held firm, unyielding. The utter helplessness of being completely trapped surged through her like a hot current, flowing down her spine. "What if... someone came in right now..." The thought sent a chill of dread through her entire body. But the more she feared it, the more her body betrayed her. She could feel a dampness gathering in her shorts, a shame so profound it made her want to cry. After about fifteen minutes, she had started to sweat. Her knees ached from kneeling, and her shoulders burned from being bound behind her back. Yet, these discomforts only deepened her immersion. Her eyes, hidden beneath the blindfold, were wet. She gasped softly, a low moan escaping her lips. Just then— "Knock, knock, knock!" The dormitory door was suddenly rapped upon. Ye Wei froze instantly, as if struck by lightning. "Weiwei? Are you there?" It was Xiaoyu's voice. "I forgot my movie ticket, I'm coming back to get it! Are you asleep?" The knocking sounded twice more. Ye Wei's mind went blank, a buzzing filling her ears. Her hands were cuffed behind her, her feet tightly bound, and the blindfold still covered her eyes. There was no way she could open the door. She didn't even dare to make a sound, terrified of being heard. Xiaoyu continued calling from outside, "That's strange, the door's locked from the inside... Weiwei, are you taking a shower?" Tears welled up in Ye Wei's eyes. She desperately tried to break free, but the more she struggled, the tighter the handcuffs bit into her wrists, emitting a faint metallic clink. She was petrified, her soul scattered to the winds. She could only bite down hard on her lip, burying her face into the pillow, fighting to suppress her sobs. Silence from outside for a few seconds, then the sound of a key turning. Xiaoyu seemed to be using a spare key. "Click..." The lock turned once, but because Ye Wei had engaged the inner deadbolt, Xiaoyu couldn't open it immediately. "Weiwei? Are you okay? I thought I heard something inside?" Xiaoyu's voice sounded a little worried. Ye Wei's heart felt like it would explode. Her entire body trembled, cold sweat trickling down her back. The world beneath the blindfold was pitch black. The terror of seeing nothing, of being able to do nothing, brought her to the brink of collapse. She imagined what would happen if the door were truly opened, if Xiaoyu saw her like this—kneeling on the bed, bound tightly by ropes and handcuffs, a blindfold over her eyes... The image was too horrifying. Her four years of university life, her reputation, her parents' expectations—it would all be ruined. "Forget it, I'll get the dorm supervisor to open it..." Xiaoyu muttered outside, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away. Only then did Ye Wei dare to take deep breaths. Her shoulders shook with sobs, snot and tears mixing. The timer lock was still counting down, with over twenty minutes left. There was nothing she could do now but kneel there and wait. The time that followed was torture. Every minute that passed was an agony of regret and fear. She regretted setting such a long duration, regretted her growing boldness. As she cried, she also felt an indescribable excitement stirring deep within her body. The thrill of walking on the edge of extreme danger was addictive, like a drug. Finally, the timer lock clicked open with a "beep." Ye Wei fumbled with the blindfold, her hands shaking as she removed it. She unlocked the handcuffs and untied the ropes from her feet. She collapsed onto the bed, dripping with sweat as if she had just been pulled from water. Her shorts were soaked. Overwhelmed by shame, she buried her face in the pillow and wept uncontrollably. After crying, she quickly gathered everything, hiding it back in the deepest part of the box. Then she rushed into the bathroom to shower, scrubbing herself clean as if she could wash away everything that had just happened. When her roommates returned that evening, Ye Wei was already lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. Xiaoyu even said to her, "Weiwei, why did you lock the door from the inside today? Didn't you hear me knocking when I came back for my ticket?" Ye Wei feigned grogginess and mumbled an "Mm," her heart pounding wildly. She lay in the darkness of her upper bunk, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep for a long time. The lingering fear of almost being discovered still coursed through her body. Yet, at the same time, she was acutely aware—she couldn't seem to stop herself. Next time, she might set the timer for longer, or try more complex positions. And this secret, like a ticking time bomb, threatened to shatter her into a million pieces at any moment. On Tuesday night, her roommates were out at the movies, leaving her alone in the dorm. Ye Wei, wrapped in a towel after her shower, sat on her bed, staring at her phone screen for a long time before finally clicking on the shopping page. Gag ball. A black silicone sphere with an adjustable strap, advertised by the seller as soft and comfortable, suitable for beginners. She hesitated for a full twenty minutes, her finger hovering over the "Add to Cart" button, tapping it several times before finally biting the bullet and making the purchase. She also bought a small bottle of lubricant. As she paid, her heart pounded fiercely, as if she were committing an unforgivable act. "Just trying it out... I'll put it away after one use," she told herself, but deep down, she knew she was lying. The package arrived quickly, on Thursday afternoon. Ye Wei specifically chose a time when her roommates were out to pick up the parcel from the self-pickup point, wearing a mask. Back in the dorm, she locked the door, drew the curtains tight, and dragged the box out from under her bed. The new gag ball lay in its packaging, shining black. She picked it up and weighed it in her hand; the sphere was smooth and elastic. Taking a deep breath, she first tried it on in front of the mirror. As she put the gag ball into her mouth, the sudden feeling of fullness made her shiver. The silicone sphere pressed down on her tongue, filling her mouth completely, making it almost impossible to close. She wrapped the strap around the back of her head and buckled it, adjusting it so it was snug but wouldn't easily come loose. "Mmm... mmmph..." She tried to make a sound, but only a muffled whimper escaped. Saliva quickly began to pool in her mouth, spilling over the corners of her lips. She looked at herself in the mirror – her cheeks flushed, her eyes glistening, a string of saliva hanging from her mouth – and a wave of shame washed over her. "So... so embarrassing..." Ye Wei quickly turned away, unable to bear looking in the mirror any longer. But the intense foreign body sensation of her mouth being completely blocked, unable to even speak normally, hooked her, making her reluctant to take it out immediately. She decided to use the gag ball with her other toys today. Ye Wei took off her outer clothes, leaving her in a loose white T-shirt and light blue underwear. She knelt on the bed and first tied her feet together with a red rope. The rope wound around her ankles, turning them red, and the familiar sensation of restraint made her breathing quicken. Next were her hands. She fastened the pink handcuffs behind her back with a "click." Then, she secured the key with a timer lock, setting it for thirty-five minutes this time – a little longer than before, but still within her tolerance. Finally, she reinserted the gag ball and tightened the strap. Now, she was completely restrained. Her hands locked behind her, her feet unable to separate, her mouth stuffed full with the black gag ball. Ye Wei knelt on the bed, her body trembling slightly. With her chin, she pressed the start button on the timer lock. "Beep—" The countdown began. The room was utterly silent, save for her heavy breaths and the faint electronic beep of the timer lock. With her mouth gagged, even her own gasps sounded muffled. Saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her chest, quickly dampening a small patch of the T-shirt. The wet fabric clung to her skin, bringing a chill that made her even more sensitive. "Mmmph... so uncomfortable..." she thought to herself, tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to struggle gently, but the handcuffs and rope held her fast, impossible to break free. The dual restraint, leaving her completely unable to move or speak, amplified her shame tenfold. The realization that she couldn't even utter the most basic word, "stop," filled her with both fear and a near-pathological excitement. Time passed agonizingly slowly. After ten minutes, Ye Wei was already sweating. Her knees were numb from kneeling, her shoulders ached from her hands being bound behind her, and her mouth was starting to hurt from being stretched by the gag ball. More and more saliva dripped, but she could do nothing, letting it trickle down her neck, making the front of her T-shirt increasingly wet. She looked at the mirror on her bedside table – though the angle was poor, she could vaguely see her disheveled state: her long hair messy around her shoulders, her face flushed to a deep red, her eyes full of moisture, saliva glistening at the corners of her mouth, and the white T-shirt, soaked with saliva, subtly revealing the outline of her chest. "...How could I... have done this to myself..." Ye Wei's tears finally fell. She was usually so demure and conservative, yet now she knelt on her dorm bed, bound by rope, handcuffs, and a gag ball, feeling like a complete pervert. The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she felt, her shoulders shaking as she cried. But because her mouth was gagged, even her sobs were muffled, making her sound even more pathetic. Ye Wei had completely lost control of herself lately. The experience of going to class in龜甲縛 (Kikko-shibari) had left her both terrified and addicted. The thrill of being secretly bound in a crowd was like a thorn stuck in her heart. That night, lying in bed scrolling through forums, she was drawn to a new post: "Basic Tutorial for Japanese Shibari: Chest, Back, and Arms Combined + Handcuff Restraint, Complete Loss of Freedom." The post detailed the characteristics of Japanese bondage: the ropes centered around the body, emphasizing aesthetics and tightness, with the chest, back, and arms evenly wrapped. Finally, handcuffs would secure both hands behind the back. The poster claimed this method allowed one to truly feel "completely bound like a gift." After reading, Ye Wei's heart pounded. She watched the video tutorial several times, then ordered a black blindfold. Her fingers trembled as she paid. Friday afternoon, the last class ended early. Instead of returning to her dorm, Ye Wei, with her backpack, headed straight to a budget hotel near the school. She had booked a room on her phone beforehand, choosing the most secluded floor. During check-in, she kept her head down, her mask pulled up tight, terrified of being recognized. Once in the room, she locked the door and drew the thick curtains, plunging the space into dim, enclosed darkness. Ye Wei emptied her backpack: red rope, handcuffs, a timer lock, a gag, and the newly purchased black blindfold. She sat on the edge of the bed, taking several deep breaths before beginning. First, she followed the tutorial for Japanese shibari. She shed her outer clothes, leaving only her bra and shorts. She started wrapping the rope from her chest, circling her breasts and back, crossing behind her back, and then around her arms. Japanese bondage was more complex and tighter than Kikko-shibari. It took considerable effort to bind her upper body and arms into a single unit. The ropes dug deeply into her skin, fixing her body so tightly that free movement was almost impossible. Once bound, she put on the handcuffs. Her hands were locked behind her back, combined with the ropes, rendering her completely immobile. The cold touch of the metal mixed with the yielding pressure of the rope, giving her instant goosebumps. Next came the gag. Ye Wei put the black gag into her mouth and tightened the strap. Her mouth was filled, her tongue pressed down, allowing only muffled whimpers. Saliva quickly began to accumulate, and even before she officially began her self-bondage, the corners of her mouth were already slightly wet. Finally, she put on the new blindfold. The world instantly plunged into darkness. Now, she was completely blind. Ye Wei knelt on the hotel bed, struggling to operate the timer lock with her chin, setting it for a full two hours. Then, she pressed the start button. "Beep—" The countdown began. Two hours. As soon as the time was set, Ye Wei regretted it. But it was too late. Her hands were completely secured by the ropes and handcuffs, and she couldn't reach the key. She knelt on the bed, her body trembling slightly from tension. In the darkness, time stretched out infinitely. Ten minutes later, she was already drooling. The gag stretched her mouth wide, and saliva escaped uncontrollably from the corners, starting as a trickle and then becoming a steady stream. She couldn't wipe it away, so she could only let the warm saliva run down her chin, first dripping onto the ropes on her chest, then continuing down the rope marks, wetting her underwear and thighs. "Mmm... mmm..." She let out muffled whimpers, trying to lower her head to reduce the drooling, but this only made it worse. Sticky liquid continuously formed threads from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the bed. The helplessness, the constant drooling, made her so ashamed that her entire body felt hot, and her eyes under the blindfold quickly became wet. She imagined her current state: kneeling on the hotel bed, tightly bound by Japanese shibari, hands locked behind her back with handcuffs, mouth filled with a gag, eyes covered by a blindfold, and saliva uncontrollably flowing down, wetting a large patch on her chest and the bedsheets... "...So embarrassing... How could I do this..." Ye Wei cried silently in her heart, yet her body reacted intensely to this extreme shame. She wanted to clench her legs together, but found the ropes were too tight, making even that movement difficult. The drooling continued, and she could feel her chin, neck, and chest were all wet and sticky. Twenty minutes passed. Her breathing grew heavier, and the drooling increased. Each attempt to swallow only produced a louder whimper. Tears mixed with saliva dripped down from under the blindfold, and her whole body trembled. The feeling of complete helplessness, of utter loss of dignity, washed over her like a tide. She regretted setting the timer for two hours. It was too long, truly too long. In complete darkness, every minute felt like an ordeal. She could only kneel there, feeling the ropes digging into her skin, the cold, fixed pressure of the handcuffs, the gag blocking her mouth, the shameful continuous flow of saliva. Her mind was filled with terrible thoughts—what if something happened at the hotel, what if someone knocked on the door, what if she had an accident... The blindfold was last. Black silk covered her eyes, plunging the world into instant darkness. Ye Wei's heart rate quickened. The darkness amplified all her senses—she could hear her own breathing echoing inside the gag, smell the faint scent of laundry detergent in the room, and feel the every inch of the ropes. Now came the crucial step of the shibari. Ye Wei fumbled her way to her knees on the carpet. She had specifically bought this dorm carpet, thick and soft, but the moment her knees hit it, a sensation of hardness still registered. She felt around until she found the bracket of the radiator, clipping one end of the iron chain to the thickest pipe and the other to the ankle cuffs. Her feet were pulled back, secured about thirty centimeters from the radiator. This meant she could only remain kneeling, unable to stand, unable to lie down, unable even to move significantly. Her range of motion was strictly confined to this narrow sector. With her bound hands, Ye Wei fumbled for the timer lock. She attached it to a middle link of the chain and set the time—3 hours. This was the boldest decision she had ever made. 3 hours, 180 minutes, she could only kneel here, maintain this position, and wait for the seconds to tick by. With a "click," the timer lock engaged. Ye Wei tried to move forward, and the chain immediately tensed, biting painfully into her ankles. She tried to pull back, but the radiator bracket remained unyielding. She was truly trapped, in this corner, kneeling like a dog until the timer lock opened. Fear and excitement surged through her simultaneously. The first ten minutes weren't unbearable. Ye Wei even felt a strange sense of comfort. The kneeling position gave her an odd sense of ritual, as if she truly belonged to someone. She swayed gently, feeling the ropes of the kinbaku rub against sensitive spots, emitting a contented whimper. But after twenty minutes, the pain began. Her knees protested first. Even with the thick carpet, the prolonged kneeling put immense pressure on her patellae. Ye Wei tried to shift her weight to one knee, but soon the other began to ache. She attempted to sit down, but the length of the chain didn't allow it; her hips hovered, unable to touch the ground. After thirty minutes, her legs started to go numb. This wasn't the usual numbness from sitting too long. It was a persistent, prickling sensation that extended from her knees down to her calves and across the tops of her feet. Ye Wei began to struggle gently, trying to alleviate the numbness with tiny movements, but each motion only tightened the ropes and intensified the pain in her knees. An hour later, the pain became unbearable. Ye Wei rested her forehead on the carpet, her body trembling slightly. Her knees burned as if on fire, her calf muscles cramped from prolonged tension, and her feet had lost all sensation. The worst part was that without her hands for support, all her weight bore down on her knees and bound ankles, preventing her from adjusting her position to alleviate the agony. She wanted to cry, but the gag prevented her tears from escaping, allowing them only to trace paths down her cheeks and drip onto the carpet, forming small, damp patches. Saliva pooled constantly, forcing her to swallow repeatedly to avoid it spilling from her mouth. Ye Wei's jaw ached, her mouth felt numb from being stretched, and she began to regret choosing such a large gag. Time stretched into an eternity. In the darkness, without sight, unable to check a watch, Ye Wei lost all concept of time. She didn't know how long had passed; it could have been an hour, or it could have been three. She could only guess based on the intensity of her physical suffering—her knees were numb with pain, her calves completely devoid of feeling, and her back ached from her hands being bound behind her. She began to panic. What if the timer lock malfunctioned? What if her roommates returned early? What if she needed to use the restroom? What if she passed out here, kneeling? Ye Wei started to struggle violently, the chain rattling loudly, an abrasive sound in the silent dorm. But the carabiner and radiator connection held firm. Her struggles only made her ankles redder and her knees more painful. No wonder every time she tied herself up, despite the shame and the thrill, she always felt like something was missing. The tightness of her body being restrained, the risk of being discovered at any moment—those things certainly excited her, but that excitement always stopped at a certain threshold, unable to break through. She thought that was all there was to it, but now she understood—what she was missing was a continuous, inescapable stimulation coming from within her body. She opened the shopping website. As she typed in the words “vibrator,” Ye Wei’s heart raced, as if she were doing something extremely dangerous. A variety of products popped up on the screen: standard models, remote-controlled ones, timed ones, and even smart versions that could be controlled remotely via a smartphone. Ye Wei browsed for a long time before finally settling on a pink, wireless vibrator with a timer, along with a matching wearable harness that could be secured to her body. Her fingers were trembling as she checked out. On the day the package arrived, Ye Wei took a day off work and waited in her dorm room all morning. When that small, unassuming package finally landed in her hands, she practically jogged back to her dorm, locked the door, and pulled the curtains tight before she dared to open it. The vibrator was smaller than I’d imagined. Ye Wei held it in the palm of her hand and examined it closely. The pink silicone surface was smooth and soft, and there was a thin pull tab at the bottom to make it easier to remove. The wearable restraint set consisted of a black elastic harness that could be worn like underwear. It had a pocket in the front to hold the vibrator and a slot in the back for the plug—when Ye Wei saw that design, her face instantly flushed all the way to her ears. “This… I probably won’t need this for now…” She set the harness aside and focused on the vibrator itself. The manual stated that this vibrator had ten vibration modes and could be set to turn on automatically, with a maximum timer of two hours. Ye Wei pressed the switch to test it, and the vibrator began to buzz in her palm. Just imagining that sensation made her legs go weak. “First… I’ll see what it feels like without the harness…” Ye Wei told herself. She took off her panties, lay down on the bed, and spread her legs slightly. The silicone surface of the vibrator was cool; when it touched the inside of her thigh, Ye Wei shuddered involuntarily. She took a deep breath and slowly pushed the vibrator into her body. “Ah…” Ye Wei let out a soft gasp. The sensation was strange—not painful, but a full, foreign feeling. Once the vibrator was fully inside, only the pull tab remained outside, like a tiny tail. Ye Wei closed her legs and could feel the vibrator shifting slightly within her, pressing against a sensitive spot. She tried to walk, and the vibrator swayed inside her with each step, sending waves of tingling sensation through her body. Ye Wei gripped the table for support; her legs felt weak, and simply walking had already left her breathless. “This… this won’t do…” She quickly lay back down on the bed. “If I’m like this while tied up, I’ll definitely go crazy…” But that realization only made her even more excited. She made up her mind: tonight she would try the “full setup”—turtle shell bondage plus rear handcuffs plus a ball gag plus the vibrator set to activate on a timer. She would set the vibrator to activate ten minutes after she was tied up. That would give her enough time to get into the right state of mind, and then… then she would have to endure it while bound, unable to remove it or escape, until the timer ran out. On Saturday night, everyone else in the dorm had gone home, leaving only Ye Wei behind. She had made thorough preparations. She spread thick towels on the bed—she had a feeling the sheets might get wet tonight. She placed safety scissors by the bedside, but she also knew that once the vibrator started, the stimulation might leave her too weak even to hold the scissors. First, a shower. Ye Wei spent a long time in the bathroom. As the hot water washed over her body, she looked at herself in the mirror—a nineteen-year-old girl, yet her eyes held a longing even she found unfamiliar. She gently touched her lower body with her fingers; it was already wet, simply from anticipation. Back in the room, Ye Wei began to prepare. First, she put on the restraint harness. The black elastic straps hugged her waist and hips tightly, with the front pouch positioned directly over her sensitive spot. Ye Wei inserted the vibrating egg into her body, adjusting its position so that the tip pressed precisely against her most sensitive spot. The pull tab remained outside, like a mark of shame. "Then please, have a seat," the professor said kindly. "Remember to eat breakfast next time." *Click.* The vibrator surged to its highest setting. "Vvvvmmmm—" An intense vibration coursed through Ye Wei's entire body, making her jolt upright as if electrocuted. She let out a short gasp, which she managed to choke back, turning it into a strangled "Urk!" Over two hundred pairs of eyes turned to her again. Ye Wei froze, unsure whether to stand or sit. The vibrator inside her felt like it was trying to shatter her. She could feel it throbbing wildly in her lower abdomen, bumping against her uterus, stimulating every nerve ending. Her vision began to darken, with colorful spots flickering at the edges. "Student? Are you truly alright?" The professor descended from the podium, taking two steps in her direction. "Don't come closer!" Ye Wei blurted out, her voice unnaturally sharp. A few snickers echoed through the classroom. The professor stopped, a frown creasing his brow. Ye Wei knew she had to sit down, had to act normal, but she couldn't. Her legs were trembling violently, her vagina contracting uncontrollably. She was about to climax, in the classroom, in front of over two hundred people. Clutching the chair, she slowly, agonizingly, began to lower herself down, each centimeter a torment. The moment she finally sat down, she climaxed. Ye Wei bit down hard on the back of her hand, stifling her scream. Her body convulsed violently on the chair, the legs scraping harshly against the floor. Her eyes rolled back, tears instantly welling up and streaming down her face. "Is she crying?" "Is it a seizure?" "Should we call an ambulance?" The surrounding whispers sounded muffled and distant, as if coming from underwater. Ye Wei slumped over her desk, burying her face in her arms. Her shoulders shook, making her look like she was weeping. In reality, she was trying to suppress the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body was still twitching uncontrollably, the vibrator still buzzing furiously inside her, but she no longer had the strength to turn it off. "Student in the back, please help her to the infirmary," the professor's voice carried a note of concern. "Perhaps she's suffering from heatstroke?" A male hand landed on her shoulder. "Student, can you walk?" Ye Wei shook her head frantically, her tears soaking her sleeve. She couldn't walk. If she stood up now, her legs would give out, she'd fall, and her secret beneath her skirt would be revealed. She would... "I... I can manage..." she mumbled, her voice muffled. "Let me... sit for a while..." The hand hesitated, then withdrew. Silence returned to the classroom. The professor resumed his lecture, but occasionally, someone would glance back at her. Ye Wei remained slumped over her desk for a full twenty minutes, until the vibrator's battery died and the buzzing finally ceased. She collapsed onto the chair, limp as a skin bag drained of its bones. She craved the shame of being watched by strangers. "This time, I'll record a long one," she told herself. "A ten-hour challenge. It'll definitely go viral." She set the timer lock for ten hours, scheduled to unlock at midnight. But she miscalculated the time – she thought it was midnight, but it was actually noon the next day. Ye Wei didn't notice the mistake. She stripped naked, stood before the camera, and began to bind herself. First, her legs. She sat on the edge of the bed, bringing her left ankle towards the inside of her left thigh. The rope started from her ankle, wrapping around. One loop, two loops, three loops. The cotton rope felt rough against her skin, with a subtle sting. She pulled it tight, until her fingers could only fit half a knuckle between them. Her calf and thigh were pressed together, her knees splayed outwards, forming a shameful 'M' shape. The right leg was the same. After binding them, she tried to bring her legs together, but it was impossible. She could only maintain this completely open posture, her private parts exposed to the cool air. Next, her breasts. She first held the rope against her chest, then, facing the camera, she slowly and deliberately began to wrap it. The first loop went under the base of her breasts, pulled tight. Her breasts were forced upwards, their tips hardening from engorgement. The second loop, the third loop. The rope formed a diamond pattern across her chest, digging deeply into her flesh, dividing her fair skin into small squares. She deliberately tied the knot in the front, right in the center of her cleavage, ensuring the camera had a clear view. Then came the most shameful part. Ye Wei knelt on the bed, her hips raised, facing the camera. She dipped a finger in lubricant and slowly inserted it into her body, pushing the vibrator in. She pushed it deep, until it was completely submerged, leaving only a thin cord trailing outside. Then she pulled the cord out and tied it to the rope around her waist, securing the vibrator inside her so it wouldn't slip out no matter how she moved. She turned to the camera, spread her legs, and showed it off. "Mmmph..." she let out a muffled whimper, pretending her mouth was already gagged. Then she actually put on the ball gag. The red silicone ball was large. She had to open her mouth as wide as possible to fit it in. The strap went around the back of her head, and she fastened it to the tightest hole. Her jaw was forced open, her mouth filled, her tongue pressed down, unable to move. Saliva immediately began to secrete. She swallowed, making a distinct gulping sound. Finally, her hands. She put on the blindfold, and the world plunged into darkness. Then she fumbled to lie down, positioning the massager between her legs, its tip pressing firmly against her clitoris. She turned it on, and a low hum filled the air. She raised her hands above her head, crossing them, wrists together, and began to wrap the rope around them, loop after loop. She tied them tightly, each loop cinched down, until her wrists were completely immobile, her fingers starting to tingle. Then she felt the timer lock. *Click.* The sound of metal engaging was exceptionally crisp in the silent room. Ye Wei tried to struggle, but her hands were firmly secured to the headboard, completely immobilized. Her body was in a state of total exposure – her legs forced apart, her breasts bound high, a ball gag in her mouth, a blindfold over her eyes, a vibrator inside her, and a massager vibrating between her legs. Completely unable to move, unable to see, unable to call for help. She began to untie Ye Wei. Her movements were swift and practiced, her fingertips grazing Ye Wei's skin with a professional detachment, yet precisely avoiding the already broken skin. Having been bound for too long, blood suddenly rushed back, causing a tingling sensation that made Ye Wei groan, the sound muffled by the gag into a whimper. "Don't rush," the woman said, then removed the gag. Ye Wei's jaw ached, unable to close properly. Her mouth hung open, saliva dripping down her chin and onto her chest. She gasped for air, like a fish out of water. "Please..." she rasped, "Don't hurt me..." "Hurt you?" The woman chuckled, her finger tracing the rope marks on Ye Wei's chest. "I spent two hours finding you, and another twenty minutes confirming which room you were in, not to hurt you. I'm here to teach you what real Shibari is." She lifted Ye Wei, her movements surprisingly gentle, but tossed her onto the bed without hesitation. Ye Wei tried to struggle, but her legs, having been in the *shime-komi* bind for so long, were numb and useless. The woman grabbed her wrists, pulled them to the head of the bed, and began to bind them with purple rope. Her method was entirely different from Ye Wei's. Not simple crisscrossing, but complex knots, each loop positioned at a joint – wrist, elbow, shoulder – securing them separately and forming perfect symmetry. The rope was tight, Ye Wei could feel her skin deforming under the pressure, blood flow cut off, her fingers growing cold. But the sensation of the rope was indeed as the woman had said – a slight sting, like being bitten by countless tiny teeth. "It hurts..." Ye Wei whispered. "Endure it," the woman said, not looking up, her voice flat. "True restraint must hurt; without pain, it's not profound. And..." She tightened the last loop, and Ye Wei gasped in pain. "And you'll like this pain, won't you? I've seen your videos. When you climax, the tighter you frown, the more your body trembles." Ye Wei's face instantly flushed crimson. After finishing with the hands, the woman began on the feet. She released Ye Wei from the *shime-komi*, but immediately bound her into an even more humiliating position – legs straightened, ankles tied together, then pulled to the head of the bed and secured to the same point as her wrists. Her body was forced into a fold, like a bound *zongzi*, her intimate parts completely exposed, unable to close or conceal. Then she produced a leather collar, lined with soft velvet on the inside and fastened with a metal buckle on the outside. "This," she said, fastening the collar around Ye Wei's neck and adjusting it to the tightest hole, "will restrict your breathing, but not suffocate you. Every inhale, you'll feel my presence." She locked the collar and attached a short chain, securing it to the metal railing at the head of the bed. "Now," she stepped back, admiring her work with her arms crossed, "try to move." Ye Wei attempted to struggle. She couldn't move at all. Her wrists were fixed above her head, her ankles pulled up, her body folded at a ninety-degree angle, her neck restricted by the collar, making even turning her head difficult. She was like a fish hung on a line, with no room to even thrash. The woman took out the last item from her bag – a pink vibrator, but with a strange, curved shape. "This," she said, switching it on, the buzzing sound piercing the silence of the room, "is my custom modification, specifically for G-spot stimulation. There's no low setting, only medium and high. And..." She pressed the vibrator against Ye Wei's inner thighs, and Ye Wei trembled violently. "And it has an eight-hour battery life," she smiled. "Your performance last night was too amateur." She inserted it, then secured it with rope to her inner thigh, ensuring it wouldn't slip out or shift. The knots were tied skillfully, each loop pressing precisely on the sensitive points. Ye Wei let out a scream, but immediately choked on her own saliva, turning into a series of coughs and whimpers. Ye Wei was woken by a dull, persistent ache in her waist. It wasn't a sharp pain, but a deep, throbbing ache, as if her lumbar spine had been forcibly bent to its limit and then rigidly secured with ropes. She instinctively tried to straighten her body, to lie flat, but found herself utterly immobile. Her hands were bound behind her back, wrists crossed and tightly wrapped, the ropes biting into her skin, her fingertips already numb. Her ankles were similarly bound with thick hemp rope, a main cord connecting her hands and feet, forcibly pulling her limbs inward. Her knees were bent, her calves pressed tightly against her thighs, her ankles pulled towards her buttocks, her entire body forced into an extreme arch. She was like a shrimp curled in agony after being cooked, or a wild horse utterly tamed and awaiting slaughter. This was the 'Four-Horse Yoke' (Sì Mǎ Fù). Her chest and abdomen rested precariously on the bedsheet, but her entire waist was suspended, unsupported. This posture placed immense pressure on her lumbar spine. Each breath caused her waist to sink slightly, only to be violently yanked back by the tension of the ropes, creating a torturous cycle. Her head was forced back, her neck exposed, her throat feeling as if gripped by an invisible hand. A large red gag ball was stuffed into her mouth, the leather strap cinched to its tightest setting, stretching her jaw to its limit. A small tear had formed at the corner of her mouth, and the metallic taste of blood mingled with her saliva. She salivated uncontrollably, unable to swallow, the fluid constantly dribbling down her chin, pooling on the bedsheet in a sticky patch. Her eyes were covered by a thick, black sponge eye mask, plunging her world into absolute darkness. Noise-canceling headphones were clamped over her ears, playing a monotonous white noise, like an endless rain or a faint electrical hum, completely isolating her from the outside world. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, and couldn't move. Her body was folded into an impossibly shameful package, unable to stretch, unable to resist, forced to passively endure. But she could clearly feel – the two objects inside her were still active. The vibrator at the front was deeply embedded in her vagina, pressing against her sensitive cervix. The butt plug at the rear, with its spiral ridges, was firmly stretching her anus, its base resting outside her body. Both were set to a medium intensity, vibrating continuously, their slightly different frequencies and rhythms creating a bizarre and agonizing resonance within her. Due to the Four-Horse Yoke position, her legs were forced wide apart, her intimate parts completely exposed and unable to close. She could only endure the repeated assault of the vibrations. She could feel warm liquid continuously welling up from within, flowing down the insides of her thighs, leaving wet trails on the bedsheet. What she didn't know was that on the wardrobe door directly opposite the foot of the bed, a high-definition camera was silently blinking a red light. In a niche live-streaming room on the dark web, the room number was "Oriental Slave," and the title read: "Real Placement Stream: University Student Bound in Four-Horse Yoke for Ten Hours, Hands and Feet Bound Behind, Body Arched Like a Shrimp, Double Plugged Front and Back, Donations Unlock New Poses." Online viewers: 1,247. The comments scrolled by rapidly, all in Chinese. "She's awake! That arch in her back is brutal!" "Her front is already so wet, the water stains are dripping down the sheet." "Donated 100 yuan, how long can she hold this pose? Host, say something." "Requesting high gear! Watching her struggle, the tighter she moves, the tighter the ropes get!" "Is this girl really willing? She doesn't look like she's acting, her body is shaking so much." "Of course she's willing, look how shiny wet she is down there, so slutty." The rope mistress sat in a chair in the corner of the room, three monitors displaying footage from different angles. She held a thin cigarette, slowly exhaling smoke rings, occasionally replying to the comments with a voice altered to be deep and hoarse: "Of course she's willing. She begged me to bind her, said she wanted to experience true despair. Want to see more excitement? Then donate more gifts." She picked up a remote control and simultaneously turned the vibration of the front and rear toys to high. Ye Wei's body tensed instantly, like a bow drawn to its limit. But the constraints of the Four-Horse Yoke prevented her from straightening, forcing her to tremble violently in this extremely folded position. Her head tilted back forcefully, the gag muffling her, allowing only broken, suppressed whimpers to escape. These were completely masked by the white noise in her headphones, and only she could hear the near-desperate sounds. The vibrations from front and rear intensified simultaneously, like two invisible, cruel hands ravaging her body. She tried to struggle, to shift her position slightly, but the ropes tightened with every movement, pulling her wrists and ankles closer, forcing her waist to fold even deeper, almost to the point of breaking. "Good reaction, that arch is even more beautiful," the rope mistress said into the microphone. "If donations reach 500 yuan, I'll add nipple clamps, and make her arch even harder. Do you want to see?" The comments exploded instantly, gift effects flashing continuously, the screen filled with "Want to see" and "Hurry up." Ten minutes later, the donation amount easily exceeded 800 yuan. The rope mistress extinguished her cigarette and picked up a pair of metal nipple clamps, walking towards the bed. Ye Wei couldn't see her, but she could vaguely sense someone approaching, her body instinctively trying to curl up, but the Four-Horse Yoke held her fast. She could only tremble slightly, like a fish on a cutting board, unable to escape. "Good girl," the rope mistress whispered, knowing she couldn't hear, but habitually speaking. "The audience has gifted you, you need to thank them properly, act a little wilder." She pinched Ye Wei's already red and swollen nipples, like two ripe cherries, and then clamped them on without hesitation. The other end of the thin cord was attached to the wrist rope loop behind her back, pulled taut. Ye Wei let out a shrill whimper, muffled by the gag. The excruciating pain of her nipples being pulled caused her upper body to arch backward even further, her waist suspended higher. Her entire body formed an exaggerated 'C' shape. Pain and pleasure intertwined violently, her body convulsing wildly, the bedsheet becoming soaked with sweat and bodily fluids. "They're on, and the arch is beautiful, like a little shrimp," the rope mistress said to the camera. "Now, if donations reach 1,000 yuan, I'll turn both the front and back to maximum, and tighten the Four-Horse Yoke ropes, making her completely immobile, unable to even tremble." The comments went completely wild, large sums of money being donated continuously. Twenty minutes later, the total amount reached 1,500 yuan. The rope mistress picked up the remote, turned both the front and rear toys to maximum, and then tightened the main rope connecting her wrists and ankles, pulling Ye Wei's limbs another inch closer together. Her body was forced into an even more exaggerated fold, her waist almost touching her back. Each breath became extremely difficult, as if she were using all her strength to fight against the ropes. Then, she orgasmed. It wasn't an ordinary orgasm, but a violent, continuous, almost uninterrupted spasm. Her vagina and anus contracted wildly, squeezing the foreign objects within her, but the vibrations intensified as a result. She orgasmed once, then a second time, a third time... with no respite, only endless pleasure and endless torment. Her body convulsed violently on the bed, like a shrimp thrown into boiling oil. The Four-Horse Yoke prevented her from escaping any sensation. Her nipples were pulled by the metal clamps, saliva gushed from the edges of the gag, forming patch after patch of shameful wetness on the bedsheet. Tears seeped from beneath the eye mask, flowing down her cheeks and into her hair. Finally, a warm liquid erupted from within her, not urine, but a powerful gush from a violent orgasm, mixed with her arousal fluids. It flowed down her inner thighs like a stream, leaving dark stains on the bedsheet. A strong, sweet, musky scent gradually filled the air. Someone in the comments typed: "She seems to have passed out, she's not moving." "Not yet, her fingers and toes are still twitching! This is brutal!" Forty minutes later, they stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary detached villa. The exterior was understated, but the entrance was fitted with an electronic keypad lock. Tang Bao entered the code and pushed the door open, leading Ye Wei into the basement. The lighting was dim, and the air was filled with the scent of leather, metal, and a faint hint of cleaning agents. Ye Wei froze the moment she stepped inside – this was no ordinary basement, but a professional, almost chilling, restraint space. The walls were adorned with all sorts of implements: ropes of varying thicknesses, gag balls of various shapes, leather restraints, metal handcuffs, wooden stocks… and many other things she couldn't even name. "A friend's place," Tang Bao said softly. "I brought you here today to try out the rack." She walked towards the black metal frame in the center of the room. It was welded extremely sturdily, its overall shape resembling a kneeling human figure – with two indentations at the base to secure the knees, a wide leather belt in the middle, and adjustable handcuffs and a headpiece above. "Kneeling restraint rack," Tang Bao patted the cold metal. "It can fix you completely in a kneeling position, with your spine straight, hands bound behind your back, and your head secured. Three hours, and you can't move an inch." Ye Wei looked at the rack, her heart suddenly racing. Most of the restraints before had been ropes, soft and elastic, but this… this was metal, hard, and devoid of warmth. It wouldn't loosen with struggling, nor would it offer any room for cushioning. "Take off your clothes," Tang Bao's voice was calm but carried an irrefutable authority. "Then kneel on it." Ye Wei took a deep breath, shed her jacket, t-shirt, and jeans, and knelt naked on the rack. Her knees fit perfectly into the indentations, the cold metal pressing against her skin, making her shiver involuntarily. Tang Bao secured her waist with the leather belt, the buckle clicking shut with a crisp, loud sound. Then came her wrists. Tang Bao bound her hands behind her back and fastened them to the anchor points behind the rack with metal handcuffs, pulling them tight, forcing her shoulders open backward, and lifting her chest high. Finally, the headpiece. A cold metal ring descended from above, clamping onto her forehead and chin, securing her head firmly, allowing her only to look straight ahead. "Now," Tang Bao stepped back two paces, crossing her arms, "you are no longer human. You are an exhibit, an object fixed on a rack. You cannot move, cannot speak, you can only be looked at." She picked up an open-mouthed gag – not the usual ball-shaped one, but a metal ring that forcibly propped the mouth open, exposing the entire oral cavity, making it impossible to close, and causing saliva to flow uncontrollably. "This," Tang Bao said, "will keep your mouth open. But you can't speak, can't swallow, only drool." She inserted the gag into Ye Wei's mouth and secured it. Ye Wei tried to move, but found herself completely immobile. Her knees were locked in the indentations, her waist was cinched by the belt, her hands were bound behind her, her head was fixed by the headpiece, and her mouth was propped open. She could only maintain this standard kneeling posture, looking straight ahead, saliva constantly trickling down from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chest, and then sliding down her body to her thighs. Tang Bao pulled over a chair, sat directly in front of her, took out her phone, and began taking photos and recording videos. "Three hours," she said. "Starting now, you cannot move, cannot blink, cannot make any sound. I will be here watching you, but I won't touch you. You are an exhibit, displayed here for viewing." She paused, her voice softening slightly. "Of course, right now, only I am watching. But later… perhaps others will see you too." Ye Wei wanted to shake her head, but the headpiece held her too tightly. She could only look at Tang Bao with her eyes, watching her leisurely drink tea, read a book, and occasionally glance at her, as if admiring a piece of art displayed on a shelf. Time became excruciatingly long. First came the pain in her knees. The metal indentations were cold and hard, and the prolonged pressure made her knees sore and numb. The belt around her waist restricted her breathing, forcing her to rely on short, shallow chest breaths. Her hands, bound behind her back, had poor blood circulation, and her fingers gradually became numb and swollen. Her mouth was propped open, her jaw aching as if it would break, and saliva flowed incessantly, down her neck, chest, and thighs, pooling into a small puddle at the base of the metal rack. She tried to struggle, but the metal rack remained motionless, only the chains making a faint clinking sound, as if silently mocking her powerlessness. An hour passed, and her consciousness began to blur. Not from lack of oxygen, but from the absolute stillness. She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything, forced only to feel her own existence – the pain in her knees, the constriction around her waist, the numbness in her arms, the ache in her jaw, and… the growing wetness between her legs. Tang Bao stood up, walked in front of her, dipped a finger into the saliva on her chest, and gently wiped it on her face. "You're wet," she said softly. "Not from drool. From down there. You're enjoying this feeling, aren't you? Being restrained, being displayed, becoming a pure object." Ye Wei couldn't answer, only looking at her with wet eyes. The fear from the beginning was gone from her gaze, replaced by deep submission and an almost pathological craving. In the second hour, Tang Bao took out a small bullet vibrator, but instead of inserting it, she taped it to the inside of Ye Wei's thigh, directly over her clitoris, and then turned it on – low setting, continuous vibration. Ye Wei's body jolted violently, but due to the restraint rack, she could only manage extremely subtle twitches. Each slight movement pressed the vibrator tighter, making the stimulation more direct. She orgasmed while unable to move.