After moving in together, I accidentally stumbled upon my cousin tying herself up.

She didn't go out? Xiao Tian's heart skipped a beat. He tiptoed inside. The living room was empty, and so was the kitchen. Her bedroom door was closed, but no light seeped from under it. Maybe she was sleeping? Or perhaps she’d changed shoes to go out? Just as Xiao Tian was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a sound. It was a soft, rhythmic friction, like rope sliding against skin. Then came faint, suppressed moans, accompanied by the slight creak of the bed frame. Xiao Tian froze. He knew that sound too well. Countless nights in the past, he’d listened to similar audio through his headphones, imagined this scene in his mind countless times. But now, the sound was coming from the room just three meters away, so real it made his legs weak. Lin Zhi was binding herself. And this time, he wasn't separated by a door, he wasn't just hearing muffled sounds – the door was ajar, leaving a gap two fingers wide. Xiao Tian knew he should turn and leave. If he walked out now, went to the convenience store downstairs for cigarettes, smoked them, and came back, everything would be as if it never happened. That would be the rational thing to do, the gentlemanly thing, the thing that wouldn't cause their relationship to completely collapse. But his feet wouldn't obey. One step. Two steps. As if pulled by some invisible force, he slowly moved towards the door. The light seeping through the gap was dim, a warm yellow from a desk lamp. Xiao Tian turned his head, bringing his eye close to the crack – he knew he must look perverted right now, like a voyeuristic freak, but he couldn't stop. Then he saw. Lin Zhi was kneeling on the bed, her back to the door. She was only wearing her underwear, white and simple. Her hair was down, covering half her face. Xiao Tian could see her profile – her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her breathing ragged. Her hands were bound behind her back. It was a bundle of deep red rope, the same kind he’d seen in the storage box yesterday. The rope wrapped around her wrists, extending upwards, securing at her elbows, forcing her shoulders back and her chest to arch. The knots were tied beautifully, diamond patterns neatly arranged, and under the lamplight, he could see the subtle indentations formed where the rope bit into her skin. She was tying herself. Xiao Tian watched her bite the end of the rope with her teeth, deftly tie a knot, then release it and let out a breath. Her wrists twitched slightly, testing the tightness of the restraints, and a complex expression, a mixture of pain and satisfaction, appeared on her face. It was the pleasure of self-bondage – Xiao Tian knew that feeling all too well. Controlling oneself, liberating oneself, exploring dangerous boundaries in safe solitude. But what happened next sent Xiao Tian's blood rushing to his head. Lin Zhi reached under her pillow and pulled something out – a black eye mask. She took off her glasses (Xiao Tian realized then that she had been wearing glasses all along; he hadn't seen clearly with her hair down) and then slowly put on the eye mask. She couldn't see. This made her movements even more cautious, and even more… alluring. She fumbled for another rope, a longer one coiled by her leg. She tried to tie it around her legs, but the position of her bound hands made the action difficult. She tried a few times, the rope slipping through her fingers, and she let out a small, frustrated whimper. The sound was soft and husky, with a nasal quality. Xiao Tian felt his throat dry as if it were on fire. He should have retreated, while she was still blindfolded and hadn't noticed, he should have left the house immediately, gone out for two hours, and then returned. But his hand touched the door. The door creaked open a little further. Lin Zhi's body instantly tensed. She stopped all movement, her head tilting slightly towards the door, her ears seemingly straining to catch a sound. Xiao Tian held his breath, watching her chest heave violently, seeing her eyelashes tremble beneath the eye mask. The moment she was struck by lightning. Her face instantly turned ashen, then flushed with blood, from her neck to the roots of her ears. She twisted her body desperately, trying to hide herself, but she was bound, with nowhere to conceal. "Don't, don't come in!" Her voice was shrill, choked with sobs, "Please, don't come in!" But Xiao Tian had already entered. He pushed the door open and stood in the doorway, looking at her on the bed. This was a scene he had fantasized about countless times: a beautiful girl bound by ropes, helpless, vulnerable, dependent only on him. But when the object of his fantasy became Lin Zhi, his cousin, a stronger emotion overwhelmed him—not desire, but heartache. She started to cry. Tears seeped from beneath the blindfold, tracing paths down her cheeks, dripping onto the pillow. Her shoulders shook violently, her hands, tied behind her back, struggled in vain, the ropes rustling softly. "You saw..." she sobbed, "You saw everything..." "I saw," Xiao Tian said. His voice was hoarse, unlike his own. Lin Zhi buried her face in the pillow, letting out a despairing wail, "Get out... please get out... I'm so disgusting... I'm so disgusting..." "You're not disgusting," Xiao Tian said. He took two steps forward. Lin Zhi heard his footsteps and struggled harder, "Don't come closer! Don't look at me!" Xiao Tian stopped. He looked at her exposed back, at the intricate knots, at her body trembling with fear and shame. For a fleeting moment, he felt a primal urge, a desire to rush forward, to touch the ropes, to check if she was tied correctly, tightly enough. But he didn't. He just stood there, watching her break down. "Lin Zhi," he said, "Does it hurt?" Lin Zhi froze. She stopped struggling and slowly lifted her head from the pillow, her face a mess of tears, mascara smudged, looking disheveled and pathetic. "W-what?" "The ropes," Xiao Tian pointed to her wrists, "You tied them too tight. Your wrists are already red. If you keep them on any longer, you'll get bruises." Lin Zhi looked down at her wrists. Indeed, they were already a deep crimson, the ropes digging into her flesh. She had been too nervous, and her struggles had tightened the knots. "I, I can't untie them..." she whispered, her voice laced with helplessness, "The blindfold... I can't take off the blindfold..." "I know," Xiao Tian walked to the bedside, "I'll help you." "No!" Lin Zhi flinched backward, but she was restricted by the ropes, with nowhere to retreat, "Don't touch me... I can do it myself..." "You can't do it yourself," Xiao Tian said, "You tied a reverse knot; the tighter you struggle, the tighter it gets. And you can't take off the blindfold." He sat down on the edge of the bed. The moment the mattress dipped, Lin Zhi let out a small gasp, her body falling backward. Xiao Tian quickly reached out and steadied her shoulders—warm to the touch, her skin smooth, a real, living, trembling girl. "Don't be afraid," he said, his voice softening, "I won't do anything to you." He reached behind her head, found the blindfold's tie, and gently loosened it. Lin Zhi kept her eyes closed, tears clinging to her lashes, afraid to look at him. Xiao Tian removed the blindfold and set it aside, then saw her eyes—red-rimmed, wet, filled with shame and fear. "Look at me," Xiao Tian said. "It doesn't hurt... it's a little itchy," Lin Zhi said, a smile in her voice, "You tied it well." The rope continued downwards, forming a second diamond shape on her abdomen. Xiao Tian's fingers brushed against her skin from time to time, each touch making his heart race. "Further down..." Lin Zhi's voice suddenly became very soft, "is the edge of your underwear. You have to... have to tie it close, no gaps." Xiao Tian swallowed. He knew she was talking about the technical points, but his attention was completely elsewhere at the moment. His fingers touched the edge of her underwear. White fabric, soft lace, and the astonishing heat of her skin. "You're so hot," Xiao Tian blurted out. Lin Zhi's face instantly flushed as if she were about to bleed, but her voice remained relatively calm: "Binding accelerates blood circulation... You, you focus on tying." Xiao Tian took a deep breath, letting the rope wrap around the edge of her underwear, tightening above her hip bones. Then he noticed Lin Zhi was still wearing stockings – thin white stockings that extended from her thighs to her ankles, the delicate weave visible under the desk lamp. "Stockings... should I take them off?" he asked. "No need," Lin Zhi said, "You can tie them over the stockings... Some people like this sensation." Xiao Tian didn't dare to ask more. He completed the final knot, stepped back a little, and looked at his work. Lin Zhi lay on the bed, her hands tied behind her head to the headboard. Red marks stretched from her shoulders to her hips – five neat diamond patterns, deeply imprinted into her skin, creating a stark contrast with the white stockings. "Finished?" Xiao Tian asked, his voice tight. Lin Zhi opened her eyes and tried to struggle. The ropes made a faint rustling sound but didn't loosen. She tried to twist her waist, and the knots tightened, making a hissing sound. She immediately let out a soft whimper. "Just right..." she whispered, "Much more comfortable than when I tie myself." Xiao Tian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her bound form. Red ropes, white stockings, pink skin, warm yellow lamplight – it all blended into a seductive scene that held his gaze. "You look..." he chose his words carefully, "happy?" "I'm very happy," Lin Zhi said, "Finally, someone understands this feeling..." Xiao Tian looked at her, suddenly feeling a strong protective urge: "We can do this anytime, as long as you want." Lin Zhi's smile faltered for a moment, then softened: "Really?" "Really." Lin Zhi looked at him for a long time. Then she gently moved her fingers: "Then... can you tie my wrists a little tighter? They're a bit loose." Xiao Tian checked the knots on her wrists. They were indeed a little loose. He untied the original knot, re-wrapped the rope, and this time tied it tighter, the rope digging deeply into her wrists, indenting her skin. "Like this?" he asked. Lin Zhi struggled, and the ropes made a taut sound. Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving more intensely. "...A little tighter," she suddenly said, her voice very small. Xiao Tian froze: "It will hurt if it's tighter." "I want to try..." Lin Zhi said, opening her eyes and looking at him, her gaze holding an emotion he couldn't decipher, "I want to know where the limit is." Xiao Tian wanted to stand up and escape, but Lin Zhi held his wrist. Her fingers were slender, but surprisingly strong. "Let's be fair," she said. "Last night, you tied me up and made me so... so humiliated. Shouldn't you experience it too?" Xiao Tian was stunned. "Experience what?" "Being tied up," Lin Zhi smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Don't you always want to know what it feels like to be bound? Only by experiencing it can you become a better rope master. This is... a necessary part of teaching." Xiao Tian's heart began to race. Being tied up? By Lin Zhi? The thought of lying on the bed like she did last night, unable to move, at her mercy... the image made him dizzy, and his lower body began to stir uncontrollably. "I..." He opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but the words that came out were, "How do you tie?" Lin Zhi's eyes lit up instantly, like a child who had been given permission. She stood up and pulled his hand. "Come to my room. I promise... I'll tie you up comfortably." Ten minutes later, Xiao Tian stood in Lin Zhi's room, his body stiff. "Take off your clothes," Lin Zhi said, her back to him as she took out ropes from a storage box. "At least take off your shirt. The knots tied to the body need to be in direct contact with the skin; they'll chafe through clothes." Xiao Tian hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off his T-shirt. His physique wasn't muscular, but it was well-proportioned, and his skin was fair from years of sitting in an office. Lin Zhi turned around and saw his bare upper body. Her eyes flickered, and the tips of her ears turned slightly red. But she quickly regained her dominant expression, holding a bundle of brand-new hemp rope – a dark brown, thicker than the one from last night. "Lie down," she said, pointing to the bed. "Spread-eagle." Xiao Tian lay down. The mattress was soft and carried her scent. He followed her instructions, raising his hands above his head and spreading his legs into a "big" character. "Spread your ankles a little more," Lin Zhi said. "I need to tie them to the two metal rings at the foot of the bed." Xiao Tian complied. He was now completely exposed to her, wearing only a pair of sweatpants, in a posture of utter vulnerability. A wave of shame washed over him, making his face burn intensely. Lin Zhi began by tying his wrists. She started from the head of the bed, bringing his wrists together and wrapping the rope around them, coil after coil. Her movements were much more professional than Xiao Tian's, the knots neat and swift, each loop perfectly symmetrical. "Tight?" she asked. "It's okay..." Xiao Tian replied. Lin Zhi tightened it another loop. This time, the rope dug deeply into his wrists. Xiao Tian could feel his blood flow being restricted, and his palms began to tingle slightly. "How about now?" "It's a bit... a bit too tight." "Endure it," Lin Zhi said softly, her tone commanding. "Bondage needs to be tight to be felt." She added another layer of rope, securing his wrists to the metal rings at the head of the bed. Now Xiao Tian's hands were completely immobilized, pulled above his head, his shoulders forced backward, his chest fully exposed. Then came his ankles. Lin Zhi walked to the foot of the bed and bent down to tie his feet. When her fingers touched his ankles, Xiao Tian trembled slightly. "Don't move," she said. "I'm going to tie them very tightly. If you move, it will chafe your skin." She tied his left foot to the metal ring at the foot of the bed, then his right. The rope wrapped around his ankles, digging deeply into his flesh, pulling his legs into an exaggerated arc, making it impossible to bring them together. Xiao Tian then discovered the remote control had adjustable settings. He accidentally hit the highest setting, and the vibrator thrashed wildly inside her. Bound in a spread eagle, she couldn't even bring her legs together or use her hands to press it down, forced to endure the intense stimulation. "Do you want me to stop?" Xiao Tian panicked, wanting to turn it off. "No... don't stop..." Lin Zhi cried, tears streaming down her face. "But... slower... one setting lower... please..." Xiao Tian lowered the setting by one notch. Lin Zhi's reaction was still violent, but she could finally catch her breath. She turned her head, tears and saliva mixing, soaking the bedsheet. Her body writhed slightly against the ropes, but each struggle only tightened the spread eagle restraints, rendering her even more immobile. "Cousin..." she suddenly called him, her voice soft and pitiful. "You... touch me..." "What?" "Touch me..." she said. "I want you to touch me... while this is on... while you touch me..." Xiao Tian's reason completely snapped. He put down the remote, knelt on the bed, and his trembling hand touched her body. He started from her shoulder, stroking down her spine, feeling the indentations left by the ropes, the heat of her skin, the tremors from the vibration inside her. When he reached her waist, Lin Zhi let out a high-pitched moan, her body arching upwards sharply. "There... it's sensitive..." she cried. "Don't stop... keep going..." Xiao Tian's hand moved lower, to her thighs. Her white panties were already soaked, the outline of the vibrator visible beneath the fabric, and the pink cord dangled outside. He touched the cord, giving it a gentle tug. "Ah! Don't pull! It'll come out..." Lin Zhi shrieked. "Push... push it back in..." Xiao Tian followed the cord to its source and, through her panties, gently pressed down. The vibrator pulsed, and he could clearly feel the buzzing sensation through the fabric, along with the moist heat inside her. "Comfortable?" Xiao Tian asked, his voice hoarse, unlike his own. "Comfortable... so comfortable..." Lin Zhi closed her eyes, her face flushed crimson. "But... so shameful... being tied up... being watched by you... and having put this inside myself..." "You asked for it," Xiao Tian said, his fingers not stopping. "You said you wanted to be tied tightly, that you wanted to be spread eagle..." "I know..." Lin Zhi gasped. "I just wanted to do this... wanted you to watch me like this... wanted you to help me... help me..." She couldn't finish, the pleasure too intense. Xiao Tian watched her, watching her bound tightly by the ropes, watching her tremble under his touch, watching the pink remote lying by the pillow, ready to be turned to the highest setting at any moment. He felt an unprecedented sense of control. Last night she had stepped on him, mocked him, and today she was the one at his mercy. "Cousin..." Lin Zhi suddenly said, her voice choked with tears. "I'm close... almost there..." "Can you reach it?" Xiao Tian asked. "Tied so tightly?" "I can... it's precisely because I'm tied tightly... that it's easier to reach..." she said. "Harder... help me..." Xiao Tian reached into her panties, directly touching the vibrator, pushing it in forcefully, and then turned the remote to the highest setting. "Ah—!!!" Lin Zhi let out a piercing scream, her body tensing violently, like a bow drawn to its limit. Her toes curled, her fingers clutched at the air, but grasped nothing, for she was bound. Then her entire body began to tremble violently, tears and sweat mixing, flowing down her cheeks onto the bedsheet. The climax lasted a long time, longer than any before. Because she was bound, she couldn't struggle, couldn't escape, could only endure the waves of pleasure crashing over her, until she thought she would pass out. After an unknown amount of time, her trembling finally stopped. She lay limp on the bed, as if pulled from water, drenched, breathing weakly. Xiao Tian turned off the remote and carefully untied the ropes. The knots of the spread eagle were complex, and it took him a long time to undo them. With each knot he loosened, Lin Zhi let out a soft moan, the blood returning to her limbs after prolonged restriction bringing a stinging sensation. Finally, when the last rope was undone, Lin Zhi didn't even have the strength to lift her arm. Xiao Tian picked her up, holding her against him, like cradling a broken doll. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice full of concern. Lin Zhi didn't answer, just buried her head in his chest and nuzzled him gently. She could hear his heartbeat, fast and strong, as fast as her own. "Cousin," she finally said, her voice hoarse, "do you... want it too?" "Not surprising," he said, "I want more too. We... explore together." Half an hour later, Lin Zhi stood in the center of the living room. She was wearing only a white bra and panties, her wrists already bound behind her back in a complex reverse bind. Her wrists, forearms, and upper arms were wrapped with rope, forming a single unit, completely immobilized. Xiao Tian first helped her put on the transparent horse gag. The ball was clear, slightly smaller in diameter than the previous one, but with its hollow design, her tongue was visible inside. The gag's straps went around the back of her head, converging at the metal ring on top of her head. Xiao Tian adjusted the tightness, ensuring the head harness fit snugly. "Open your mouth," he said. Lin Zhi opened her mouth, and Xiao Tian aligned the ball, slowly pushing it in. This time, the ball fit more snugly, the pressure more precise. Her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her mouth, and saliva began to secrete rapidly. *Click.* The buckle fastened. Lin Zhi tried to speak, but the sound that emerged was more muffled, weaker than before. The transparent ball allowed her to see out, and also allowed others to see into her mouth – her tongue was pressed down, and saliva began to accumulate in the newly formed oral space. Xiao Tian moved behind her and began to tie a hogtie. This time, it was the extreme version. Lin Zhi's arms were bound behind her back, and Xiao Tian pulled her ankles up behind her, tying them to the knot of her wrists, forming a tight hogtie. Her body was forced to arch backward, her chest and abdomen completely exposed, her legs spread open and extended behind her. Then, Xiao Tian picked up a new rope, threaded it through the metal ring of the gag on her head, and pulled it backward. "Your head is going back," he said, "it will be tiring." Lin Zhi whimpered, a sound of acknowledgment. Xiao Tian tightened the rope, pulling the metal ring on her head backward, connecting it to the convergence point of the restraints on her ankles and wrists. Lin Zhi's head was pulled back by a force, forcing her to tilt her head back, her chin raised, her gaze fixed only on the ceiling. The rope extended from the top of her head backward, connecting to the knot of the hogtie, fixing her head and body together, pulling her entire form into a perfect arc. Her body was now secured at three points: her bound wrists, her pulled-back ankles, and her head pulled backward. Any movement in one area would affect the entire system. "It hurts..." Lin Zhi let out a muffled whimper, saliva beginning to drip from the edge of the transparent ball. Xiao Tian added a few more ropes. Her waist, thighs, and calves were each tightly bound. Finally, he took out a new prop – a metal anal hook with a red rope attached to its tail. "This..." Lin Zhi's eyes widened, and she let out a whimper of resistance. "Part of the extreme hogtie," Xiao Tian said, "without this, your posture won't hold. Don't worry, I'll use lubricant." Lin Zhi shook her head, tears welling up, but she couldn't lower her head, couldn't dodge. Xiao Tian moved behind her, and she could feel his fingers touch the edge of her panties, then slide in. Cold fingers, carrying warm lubricant, slowly probed inward. "Relax," he said, "take a deep breath." Then, the cold, foreign object entered. The icy sensation made Lin Zhi tremble all over. The rope at the tail end was tightened, connected to the wrist restraints behind her back, forming a new pivot point. Her body was now secured at four points: her bound wrists, her pulled-back ankles, her head pulled backward, and the hook inside her. Her entire body was stretched into an extremely contorted yet perfect curve. Xiao Tian made a final check of all the knots. Lin Zhi was bound in an extremely humiliating position: arched back, chest thrust forward, legs spread open and extended backward, her head pulled back, the gag transparent, revealing her continuously secreting saliva that dripped down her chin, onto her neck, and then onto her chest. She was completely immobilized, even breathing was difficult. Every inhale caused the ropes to tighten as her chest expanded; every exhale caused her abdomen to contract, pulling on the hook inside her; every attempt to move her head pulled her back into that humiliating arched position by the rope at the back of her skull. "I'm leaving," Xiao Tian said, standing in front of her, looking down at her appearance. "Half an hour. I'll go to the convenience store downstairs. I'll be back in about thirty minutes." Lin Zhi let out a series of rapid whimpers. She looked at him, her eyes filled with fear, with pleading, but more than anything, with a resigned obedience. Saliva continued to flow, the transparent ball already soaked, glistening under the light. "During this half hour," Xiao Tian continued, "you can't do anything. You can't speak, can't move, can't even lower your head or turn it. You can only feel your own body, feel the ropes, feel that hook... feel the passage of time." What an experience. "I'll only untie you after you fill this cup with your own spit." Five minutes later, Xiao Tian suddenly had an idea and returned with a cup. Xiao Tian walked into the living room, holding something in his hand. It was a transparent glass cup, an ordinary mug, with a capacity of about three hundred milliliters. He walked up to Lin Zhi, squatted down, and placed the cup directly below her chin. He raised the glass cup and dangled it in front of her eyes: "See this? Use this to collect your spit. When it's full, I'll untie you." Lin Zhi's eyes widened. Full? This cup? How much spit would it take to fill three hundred milliliters? She shook her head, letting out a whimper of resistance. It was too shameful, too long, and she couldn't control the rate of saliva secretion at all – the gag was designed to stimulate saliva production, and the more nervous she was, the faster her spit flowed. Drip. Xiao Tian placed the glass cup directly below her chin, adjusting it to catch every drop of saliva. The bottom of the cup touched the floor with a slight sound, which, to Lin Zhi's ears, sounded like an alarm bell. "Fill it," he said, his voice coming from above. Lin Zhi, forced to tilt her head back, could only see his chin. "Fill this cup, and I'll come back to untie you." Lin Zhi whimpered, wanting to shake her head to indicate it was impossible, but the rope connecting to the hobble harness at the top of her head held her head so tightly that she could only tremble slightly. Saliva flowed down the edge of the transparent gag, landing precisely in the mouth of the cup with a clear dripping sound. Xiao Tian stood up and looked down at her. His gaze held amusement, control, and a chilling indifference that made her shiver. He said nothing more and turned towards the door. The lock clicked. He was really leaving. The living room fell into a dead silence. Only Lin Zhi's breathing could be heard, and the sound of saliva dripping into the cup – drip, drip, drip. Lin Zhi screamed inwardly. She couldn't believe he had actually left, leaving her alone, tied in such a shameful position, with a glass cup in front of her waiting to collect her spit. Had he said thirty minutes? Or longer? She didn't know. She only knew that every second was an agony. Her chin was already wet, her neck slick, and the front of her bra was soaked with saliva, becoming transparent. The design of the gag kept her salivary glands working overtime; the more nervous and ashamed she felt, the faster her spit flowed. She looked at the cup. Transparent glass, an empty bottom, only the few drops she had just spit out, gleaming with an ambiguous luster in the light. To fill it? How much would that take? She didn't know what three hundred milliliters was, but she knew it would mean she had to stay like this for a very, very long time. Time began to warp. The first minute felt like a century. She counted her heartbeats, trying to distract herself, but each beat was accompanied by the tightening of the ropes on her chest, reminding her of the hooks inside her body, making her more acutely aware of the humiliation of being collected. By the fifth minute, a small pool of liquid had formed at the bottom of the cup. She looked at the puddle, feeling an unprecedented self-loathing. It was her bodily secretion, her uncontrollable instinct, now quantified, collected, and used as a bargaining chip for freedom. She was like an animal being milked, and Xiao Tian couldn't even be bothered to watch. By the tenth minute, the liquid in the cup had accumulated to a height of one centimeter. Her chin muscles began to spasm, and her jaw ached unbearably from being forced open for so long. She wanted to close her mouth, to swallow, to wipe the wetness from her chin, but she could do nothing. The restraints were too tight, the hobble harness made even slight movements difficult, and the rope pulling her head back strained her neck muscles to their limit. By the fifteenth minute, the shame reached its peak. Lin Zhi realized that she was becoming accustomed to this humiliation. The dripping sound became rhythmic, and she even began to anticipate the next drop of saliva, as it was the only sign that time was still passing. Her thoughts began to blur, the physical pain and the feeling of restraint became background noise, while the sensation of being collected, quantified, and objectified grew clearer. She called out to Xiao Tian in her heart. Begging him to come back quickly, to end it all, to forgive her shame. But at the same time, there was a terrible anticipation – what if he really waited until the cup was full before returning? What if she had to spit that much to gain her freedom? By the twentieth minute, the liquid in the cup had accumulated to one-third of its capacity. Lin Zhi's vision began to blur. The prolonged backward tilt caused blood to rush to her head, her face flushed crimson, her eyes bloodshot. The saliva flowed even faster, not out of physiological need, but because of her emotions – despair, grievance, and an indescribable excitement mixed together, stimulating her glands to secrete madly. "Smell this," she said, her voice carrying a coldness he'd never heard before. "These are the stockings I've worn all day. I walked for two hours to my interview this morning, and I sweated a lot. You like my feet, don't you? Now you can smell them to your heart's content." Xiao Tian wanted to turn his head away, but the restraints kept him from moving his head much. The soles of her feet pressed against his cheek, warm, with the distinct texture of the stocking fabric, and a faint scent – not a foul odor, but the scent of a woman's body mixed with the fibers of the stockings, a scent that had once excited him but now filled him with shame. "No... Lin Zhi... let me go..." he mumbled, his lips pressed against the soles of her feet. "Let you go?" Lin Zhi laughed, pressing down on his face with her foot, pushing his head towards the mattress. "When you tied me up, did you think about letting me go? When you made me drool, did you think about letting me go?" She lifted her other foot, and both feet pressed down on his face. Her white-stockinged feet, pressed together, covered his nose and mouth, leaving him only the scent of her feet and the sensation of stockings brushing against his skin. "Breathe," she commanded. "Deep breaths. This is my gift to you." Xiao Tian was forced to breathe, inhaling every trace of the scent from her feet. The shame washed over him like a tide – he was the older cousin, he was supposed to be in control, but now he was tied to the bed by his own cousin, his face pinned down by her feet, forced to smell them. Lin Zhi didn't stop. She removed her feet from his face and then straddled him. Her weight pressed down, forcing his arched body to bear her pressure, making him even more uncomfortable. Her hips settled on his abdomen, her legs spread wide as she straddled him, her white-stockinged legs brushing against his sides, the soft touch causing an uncontrollable reaction. "Hard?" Lin Zhi felt it, a cold laugh escaping her lips. "Tied up by your cousin, smelling her feet, and you get hard? Brother, you're truly a pervert." She lifted her hips and shifted down, settling at the base of his thighs, directly pressing on his sensitive area. Through his pajama pants and her stockings, the pressure made him gasp. "Lin Zhi... don't do this... please..." Xiao Tian's voice changed, no longer the voice of control, but one filled with pleading and panic. "Begging me?" Lin Zhi lowered her head, leaning close to his face. "Brother, you know how to beg now? When you tied me up, did you ever think I might beg you?" Her hand reached behind him, gently stroking the red marks left by the ropes on his wrists and ankles, just like hers had been when he'd tied her. "You know," she said, "the worst part about being tied up isn't the pain, it's this feeling of helplessness. Someone is tormenting you, and you can't do anything about it. Just like now." As she spoke, she lifted her hips and then, with her white-stockinged feet, pressed down on his face again. This time, she sat facing away from him, her back to his head, her hips pressing on his chest, her feet covering his face. Her weight made it difficult to breathe, and her feet completely deprived him of sight. "Smell," she commanded. "Smell carefully. This is my mark on you." Xiao Tian was forced to inhale every scent from her feet. He could feel himself becoming fully erect, pressing against the underside of her hips. The humiliating excitement made him want to die. "So hard," Lin Zhi felt it, her voice laced with mockery. "It seems brother really enjoys being abused. You act so proper normally, but deep down, you like being bullied." She shifted her position, no longer sitting on his chest, but turning completely to face his lower body. Her white-stockinged feet slid down from his face, tracing a path along his chest, his abdomen, all the way to his lower belly. "No..." Xiao Tian knew what she was about to do, struggling in panic, but the ropes didn't budge. Lin Zhi ignored his pleas. She used the soles of her feet to clamp onto his engorged member, pressing and kneading through the fabric of his pajama pants. The sensation was overwhelming. The softness of the white stockings, the warmth of her soles, the humiliation of being completely controlled, all mixed together to create a stimulation he had never experienced before. He had always believed he enjoyed controlling others, but now, being toyed with by his cousin's feet, he found his body's reaction betraying his will. "So sensitive?" Lin Zhi felt his trembling, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "I've only just begun." She used the tips of her toes to gently press against his head, then, like a massage, rhythmically pressed and moved. Her movements were slow and gentle, but it was this gentleness that amplified his sensitivity to an extreme. "Lin Zhi... stop... I'm going to..." Xiao Tian's voice was broken, feeling the limit approaching. "Cum?" Lin Zhi asked, her tone as casual as asking what to eat today. "Then cum. Cum at your cousin's feet, and let me see how pathetic brother is." She quickened her movements, her feet pressing together, trapping him and moving up and down. The texture of the white stockings rubbed against his sensitive point through the thin fabric, the stimulation too direct, too shameful, too much for him to resist. When Xiao Tian received the package, Lin Zhi was watching TV in the living room. It was an unremarkable brown cardboard box, printed with the words "Electronic Products." Xiao Tian took it into his room, closed the door, and opened the packaging. Inside was a pink wearable vibrator. Butterfly-shaped, made of silicone, its curves designed to fit a woman's body. The front part was for internal insertion, the rear part for external stimulation, connected by a soft strap in the middle. Most importantly—it was wireless, with a remote control range of up to ten meters and ten intensity levels, the tenth being "pulse" mode. Xiao Tian finished reading the instruction manual, then walked out of the room. "Let's go see a movie this weekend," he said casually, "That new sci-fi film that just came out, you said you wanted to see it, right?" Lin Zhi looked back at him, her eyes filled with confusion. She had "taken revenge" on him just last week, tying him to the bed and playing with him as she pleased. The atmosphere between them had been tense ever since, as if they were both waiting for the other to make the first move. "Are... are you not angry anymore?" she asked cautiously. "Angry about what?" Xiao Tian smiled. "It was just practice. I've thought about it, and it's only fair if we take turns." Lin Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, her smile becoming genuine. "Okay, I'll buy the tickets." "I've already bought them," Xiao Tian said. "Saturday night at seven. Wear a dress that day, it'll be more convenient." He didn't specify what would be convenient. Lin Zhi didn't ask. At six o'clock on Saturday evening, Lin Zhi stood in front of the mirror, already dressed. A white dress, knee-length, loose-fitting, with a long trench coat over it. This was her usual weekend attire, looking perfectly normal. Xiao Tian walked into her room, holding the vibrator. "Put this on," he said, his tone as if he were asking her to put on earrings. "Insert the part that goes inside, secure the external part, and I'll hold the remote." Lin Zhi looked at the pink object, her face instantly flushing. "Going out? Wearing this out?" "Yes," Xiao Tian approached her. "And this too." He produced another item—a bundle of extremely thin, flesh-colored rope, something he had never used before. "Breast binding," he said. "Tie it against your skin. It won't show under your clothes. But it will make you constantly feel... the sensation of being bound." Lin Zhi's heart began to race. She looked at Xiao Tian, at the possessiveness in his eyes, and found herself unable to refuse. Or rather, she didn't want to refuse. "Turn around," Xiao Tian said. "Take it all off, except for your underwear." Lin Zhi complied. Xiao Tian used the flesh-colored rope to tie her hands behind her back, the rope pressed against her skin, starting from her shoulders, wrapping around her armpits, crossing over her chest, and tying a knot behind her back. The knot was small but tied very tightly, each loop digging into her skin, creating a constant, undeniable pressure. Then came the straight arm binding. Her hands were tied together behind her back, her wrists and forearms bound tightly by the rope, secured at her waist. This position forced her shoulders back, pushing her chest forward, but with the trench coat covering her, she looked like she was simply standing with her hands in her pockets. "The vibrator," Xiao Tian reminded her. Lin Zhi picked up the pink wearable vibrator, lifted her skirt, and adjusted its position inside her underwear. The internal part slowly slid in, and she let out a soft gasp, feeling the fullness. The external part was positioned correctly, pressing against her sensitive spot. "Done..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Xiao Tian helped her put on her dress and buttoned up her trench coat. From the outside, she looked like any ordinary, pretty girl with her hands in her pockets. No one could tell that she had a toy hidden inside her body, her hands tied behind her back, her chest tightly constricted by thin ropes. "Let's go," Xiao Tian said, putting the remote in his pocket. "The movie is about to start." The instructional video showed a blonde woman, her hands bound, suspended from the ceiling by ropes. Her body was forced into a forward lean, arms stretched backward and upward, her toes barely touching the ground. This position was called "shibari," or "hineri-jime"—arms bound behind the back, then pulled upward by ropes, forcing the body forward, placing immense pressure on the shoulders. He had bought hardware. Not professional suspension rings, but heavy-duty ceiling hooks meant for home use, installed above the living room doorframe. Outwardly, they looked like fixtures for hanging decorations, but they could support a person's weight. Lin Zhi didn't know this. She thought after the cinema incident, they would return to their "normal" dynamic—cousins by day, players by night. But that balance had been shattered. On Friday night, Xiao Tian left work early, clearing the living room. He pushed the sofa aside, rolled up the rug, revealing the empty space in the center. When Lin Zhi returned, she saw the hook on the doorframe, her face instantly paling. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. "Shibari," Xiao Tian said, holding a new bundle of nylon rope. "I learned a new tying method. More... stimulating than a straight-arm bind." Lin Zhi took a step back. "That's for suspending... you can get hurt..." "You won't," Xiao Tian said, walking towards her. "I'll control the height so your toes can still touch the ground. It's only partial suspension, putting strain on your shoulders, but you won't be truly hanging in mid-air." He took out the gag he had bought earlier, the transparent one. "Put this on, and you won't be able to yell stop. You can only use gestures, or tap the floor. Three taps, I'll remember." Lin Zhi looked at him, at the familiar fervor in his eyes, and found herself unable to refuse. Every time he wore that expression, she knew she was about to surrender. "...Okay," she said, her voice very soft. "But I'm afraid of heights." "It's not height," Xiao Tian smiled. "It's depth. The feeling of sinking." He helped her undress, leaving her in only her bra and panties. Then, he bound her wrists with flesh-colored rope—a reverse bind, wrists together, forearms also tied, the entire arm becoming an unbendable unit. "The key to shibari is the shoulders," Xiao Tian explained as he tied. "It forces your arms backward and upward, your body forward. This position is painful, but also... safe. Because you can't resist, you can't even move." Lin Zhi felt her arms being secured, her heart pounding as if it would explode. She looked at the hook on the doorframe, watched Xiao Tian thread the rope through it, and then connect it to the restraint on her back. "Are we starting?" he asked. Lin Zhi nodded, closing her eyes. Xiao Tian pulled the rope. A force pulled her arms upward and backward, forcing her shoulders open, her chest pushed out. She tried to remain standing, but the rope's tension forced her body forward, her waist bending, her hips pushing back. "Ah... it hurts..." she moaned, her toes still on the ground, but already on tiptoe. "A little higher?" Xiao Tian asked, continuing to pull. "No... don't..." Lin Zhi cried, but Xiao Tian didn't stop. The rope tightened. Her arms were pulled to their limit, her shoulders screaming with a tearing pain. Her body was forced into a 45-degree forward lean, her toes barely touching the ground, most of her weight falling on her bound arms and shoulders. "Are your toes touching the ground?" Xiao Tian checked. "Good, this height." Lin Zhi was now suspended beneath the doorframe, arms bound and pulled upward, her body leaning forward like a hanging dumpling. Her hair fell, obscuring her face, her mouth open, emitting suppressed whimpers. "This position," Xiao Tian said, circling in front of her, admiring her appearance, "was used for torture in ancient times. Your shoulders will ache, but they won't be injured. And..." He reached out, gently brushing her hair aside, looking at her face. "From this angle, I can see all your expressions." Lin Zhi looked at him, tears streaming down her face. Her shoulders were burning, the pain ten times more intense than the straight-arm bind because she couldn't alleviate it by moving. Her entire upper body was fixed in this humiliating posture. "Is it very uncomfortable?" Xiao Tian asked, his finger wiping away her tears. "Mmm..." Lin Zhi sobbed. "My shoulders... they're going to break..." "They won't break," Xiao Tian said. "But this pain will continue. As long as you're suspended, it will hurt. Do you want to come down?" When Xiao Tian signed for the package, Lin Zhi was washing dishes in the kitchen. She heard the sound of him opening it, the faint crisp clink of metal, and turned to see what he was holding—it was a silver chastity belt, a combination of leather and metal, with an adjustable waistband and a metal piece below that conformed to the body, featuring a small keyhole. "What is this..." Lin Zhi wiped her hands, her voice trembling slightly. "A chastity belt," Xiao Tian said, his tone as if he were introducing a common kitchen utensil. "Used in ancient times to prevent women from straying. Now... for play." He walked over and held the metal piece against her lower abdomen, measuring. The cold touch made Lin Zhi flinch, but the fit was precise. The waistband was adjustable, and the curve below perfectly covered her private parts, with a small opening for excretion, but completely preventing any touch internally. "Once you put it on," Xiao Tian said, "only I can open it. I'll keep the key. You can't masturbate, and you can't let anyone else touch you. Only I can decide when you get released." Lin Zhi's face flushed. She looked at the metal device, imagining herself wearing it to work, to interviews, walking through crowds, locked below, the key in Xiao Tian's pocket. That secret control, that constant reminder—she belonged to him. "I want to try," she said, her voice very soft, "wearing it all day." The next day was Monday, and Lin Zhi had an important interview. At six in the morning, Xiao Tian helped her put it on. The leather part of the chastity belt was new and a bit stiff, requiring careful adjustment to ensure the metal piece fit snugly without chafing her skin. Xiao Tian had her bend over, pushing the metal piece up from behind to conform to her curves, then wrapping it around her waist, fastening the belt, and adjusting it to the tightest notch that wouldn't impede breathing. "Click." The small lock snapped shut, the key in Xiao Tian's hand. He put the key in his shirt pocket and patted it. "You're mine now. All day." Lin Zhi stood up straight and took a few steps. The presence of the metal was strong; with every step, she could feel the cold metal piece pressing against her, rubbing against her, reminding her of the fact that she was locked. She couldn't touch herself, couldn't achieve any pleasure, only wait, only endure, only think about when Xiao Tian would unlock her. She put on her professional attire—a white blouse, a black suit skirt, stockings. From the outside, there was no sign of anything unusual. Only she could feel that beneath the modest fabric, she was locked, possessed, controlled. "During the interview," Xiao Tian kissed her at the door, deliberately pressing his hand against the area of the chastity belt, "think of me. Think that only I can unlock you." The interview was at a high-end office building in the city center. Lin Zhi sat in the waiting area, her legs crossed. She could feel the metal piece shifting slightly with her posture, bringing a continuous, subtle pressure. Around her were well-dressed job seekers, young, capable, ambitious. And she sat there, locked below, the key in her cousin's hand. This contrast made her cheeks burn with excitement. The interviewer called her name. She walked into the conference room, sat down, crossed her legs, and while answering questions, she had to concentrate hard to ignore the presence of the metal. But with every movement, every adjustment of her posture, the chastity belt would remind her—she was locked, she was someone's property, she didn't belong here, she belonged to Xiao Tian. "Ms. Lin, your design portfolio is very thoughtful," the interviewer said. "One last question, how do you view the relationship between 'limitation' and 'creativity'?" Lin Zhi paused. Limitation. She was currently limited, the metal against her skin, the key in someone else's hand. But that limitation didn't bind her; instead, it made her feel free, safe, and happy to be possessed. "I believe," she said, her voice steadier than she expected, "that limitations can sometimes be catalysts for creativity. When a person knows the boundaries they cannot cross, they can find greater freedom within those boundaries." The interviewer nodded, a smile of approval on his face. Stepping out of the office building, Lin Zhi let out a long sigh. She took out her phone and sent a message to Xiao Tian: "Interview finished. Wearing it, thinking of you the whole time." When Xiao Tian agreed to be tied up, he thought it was just a "fair exchange." "You've tied me up so many times," Lin Zhi knelt on the bed, her finger tracing circles on his chest, "it's my turn to tie you up. Just once, I promise I won't bully you... too much." She used the word "bully," her voice trailing off with a slight upward lilt, a hint of playful teasing, yet it sent an inexplicable shiver down Xiao Tian's spine. And indeed, he wanted her to experience the thrill of control too – not just a brief retaliation, but the entire process, from being bound to being released. "Alright," he said, "but we agreed, only one hour. No props, and don't go too far." "Of course," Lin Zhi smiled, her dimple appearing, but her eyes darkened slightly, "I just want to tie you up and see what my cousin looks like when he's bound... if he'll cry too." But Xiao Tian hadn't expected Lin Zhi to have learned more than he imagined. She told him to undress, leaving only his underwear, and then lie down on the bed. First, her wrists. She used a "crab tie," binding them tightly with rope, forming an unbendable unit that was secured behind his back. "Why tie it so tight..." Xiao Tian tried to struggle, finding his arms completely numb. "It's safer when it's tight," Lin Zhi's voice came from above, laced with amusement, "didn't you teach me that?" Then, her ankles. She used a new method, binding her ankles and calves together, forcing her knees to bend, then pulling them back to connect with the wrists behind her back. This was the classic "horse-reins tie," but Lin Zhi added a twist – she threaded a rope through a metal ring under the bed, connected it to the junction of the horse-reins tie, and began to pull. Xiao Tian's body was forced into an upward arch, his hands and feet pulled towards each other, his waist suspended, with only his shoulders and hips touching the bed. "Wait," he panicked, "didn't we agree just to tie me up? Why are you hanging me?" "It's tighter this way," Lin Zhi leaned down, pinching his cheek, "and... this way you can't move at all. Just like you did to me." She continued to pull the rope until Xiao Tian's waist was completely suspended, his body stretched into a bow, his sensitive parts exposed to the air, pointing towards the ceiling. He tried to struggle, but the ropes were tied too professionally, tighter than when he tied her, leaving him no room to maneuver. "Lin Zhi... let me down..." Xiao Tian's voice began to tremble, "this position is too uncomfortable..." "Endure it," Lin Zhi patted his cheek, her movements gentle, but her tone commanding, "this is the first lesson: placement. I'm going out to buy some milk tea, maybe... three hours? You'll wait for me here. Don't even think about calling anyone for help, this house is soundproof." "Three hours?!" Xiao Tian's eyes widened, "No! I'll get hurt!" "You won't," Lin Zhi said, "this position puts pressure on your shoulders, but it won't dislocate them. I've studied this. And..." she leaned close to his ear, blowing a puff of air, "you like watching me suffer, don't you? You like seeing me drooling and begging for mercy? Now it's your turn, cousin." She straightened up and actually walked out, closing the door behind her, leaving him alone, suspended on the bed, his body arched, completely immobile, unable to even slightly alleviate the position. Those three hours were the longest torment Xiao Tian had ever experienced. Xiao Tian placed the box on the sofa, its length almost as long as her entire arm: "Open it. This time it's not clothes, it's... an accessory." Lin Zhi curiously unwrapped it. Inside lay a black, thigh-high glove—no, not a glove, a "single sleeve." From fingertip to shoulder, it was a single piece, made of latex, its surface as smooth as a mirror, with a fine velvet lining on the inside. A long zipper ran down the back, from the wrist all the way to the top of the upper arm. "This is..." she lifted it, finding it much heavier than it looked, "to put both hands in?" "Single sleeve," Xiao Tian took the cylindrical object from her hand, "an advanced restraint device. Your hands are brought together, inserted here, the zipper is pulled up, and then..." he gestured, "your arms become one. Completely unable to bend, unable to separate, unable to be used. Like having no arms, just a sealed body." Lin Zhi's heart began to race. She looked at the black cylinder, imagining her own arms trapped inside, forced together, completely rendered useless—more absolute than straight-arm bondage, more thorough than any reverse-arm bind. It was a "crippling" restraint, erasing the arms from perception. "Try it now?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Wear the latex," Xiao Tian commanded, "the single sleeve only works with latex. The smoothest embrace, paired with the most absolute restraint." Putting on the single sleeve was a difficult process. Lin Zhi first removed the latex glove portion—the full-coverage latex hand could be folded back, revealing her hands. Then Xiao Tian had her bring her hands together, palms facing, fingers straight, wrists touching. "Elbows together too," he said, "try to make your arms as straight as possible." Lin Zhi endured the discomfort, bending her shoulders to bring her elbows towards the center. This posture forced her chest to push forward, exaggerating the curves covered by latex. As her elbows almost touched, Xiao Tian began to pull the single sleeve onto her arms. The latex felt cold and tight. It started from the fingertips, forcing her ten fingers into the sleeve's finger sections—the space was only enough for one hand, but now two had to be squeezed in, fingers crossed, pressing against each other, unable to move. Then came the most difficult part: the elbows. Xiao Tian slowly pulled the latex upwards, forcing her arms together inside the tube, her elbows being pressed together, joints protesting with faint sounds. The elasticity of the latex was pushed to its limit here, her arms being swallowed inch by inch into the black cylinder. "It hurts... my elbows are going to break..." Lin Zhi moaned softly. "Endure it," Xiao Tian's voice came from behind her, "it'll be better once we get past the elbows." He continued to pull, the zipper moving up inch by inch, from the wrists to the forearms, then to the elbows, and finally over the elbows, reaching the upper arms. When the zipper finally reached the top, the edge of the single sleeve's shoulder perfectly meeting her latex collar, Lin Zhi's arms had completely disappeared. She looked down, from the front—there was nothing below her shoulders, only the smooth black latex tube extending from her back, sealing her arms completely within. Her hands were forced together inside the tube, fingers pressing against each other, completely immobile, unable to even sense each other's position. "I... I think..." she tried to struggle, but the single sleeve didn't budge. The latex material made any resistance futile, "I think I don't have hands anymore..." "Turn around," Xiao Tian said. Lin Zhi turned, facing away from the mirror. The sight in the mirror made her gasp—it was a human figure without arms. Seen from behind, there was only the smooth black cylinder extending from her shoulders to her fingertips, the end rounded, her fingertips completely sealed within, nothing exposed. Her latex-covered body looked so complete, so smooth, but behind it was this abrupt, absolute restraint device. "It's so strange..." she said, her voice trembling, "It looks... like a cripple... like a doll..." "Like my property," Xiao Tian embraced her from behind, his hands flat against the junction of her latex and the single sleeve, "something completely incapable of resistance. Without hands, how can you resist?" His hands slid under her armpits, resting on her latex-covered breasts. She couldn't stop him, couldn't push him away, couldn't even touch him with her hands. Her arms were sealed in the single sleeve, as if amputated, leaving her to passively accept his caresses. "No..." she whispered, but knew it lacked conviction. "No?" Xiao Tian chuckled, his fingers pinching the tip of her nipple through the latex and twisting hard, "You don't even have hands, how can you refuse me?" Xiao Tian peeled off the packaging and pulled out a wad of transparent, folded material. In the sunlight, it looked like a pool of water, like a sheet of glass, like some kind of void—only an outline, no color, yet revealing everything within. "Translucent latex," Xiao Tian said, his voice laced with suppressed excitement. "Cat suit style. With ears, with a tail... and this." He produced another single glove—this time a smoky gray, semi-transparent, to match the cat suit. "No more flesh-colored today," he said. "Today, we wear this. So I can see you. Every inch." Lin Zhi's face instantly flushed to the roots of her neck. Translucent latex? Wouldn't that mean... complete exposure? Her nipples, her navel, down there... all the private parts concealed by the flesh-colored latex would be completely visible? "No..." she took a step back. "It's too shameful... like wearing nothing..." "More like a gift unwrapped," Xiao Tian corrected her. "And... " he picked up the smoky gray single glove, "with this on, you can't even cover yourself. You can only stand tall, arch your hips, and present yourself to me completely." The process of putting on the translucent latex was more shameful than the flesh-colored. Because with every inch she pulled it up, she could see her own skin being covered by that transparent material, then revealed—like a specimen sealed in plastic, like an exhibit in a museum. Xiao Tian helped her apply lubricant. As his fingers brushed over her bare breasts, she instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms, but he stopped her. "Not yet," he said. "You won't be able to cover it later." The translucent latex was pulled up from her toes, past her calves, her thighs, tightening at her groin. She could clearly see the transparent film clinging to her skin, outlining the shape of her labia, even the color faintly visible due to the tight fit. "Don't look..." she cried, "It's too clear..." "That's the point, to see clearly," Xiao Tian continued pulling it up. The latex passed her waist, tightening at her navel, outlining the dimple of her waist. Then her breasts—the moment the translucent latex covered them, her nipples were revealed, erect, rosy, completely exposed. Finally, he helped her put on the cat-ear headband, and then produced the cat tail—not an ordinary tail, but one with a metal plug. "This too...?" Lin Zhi's voice trembled. "A cat suit needs a tail," Xiao Tian said. "Turn around, bend over." She complied. As the cold, foreign metal object entered her, she let out a suppressed moan. Then the tail was secured to the opening in the latex at her buttocks, swaying gently with her movements. Now she was a complete, transparent cat-woman—her entire body encased in a thin, transparent film, her curves revealed, every detail clearly visible, adorned with cat ears and trailing a tail. "And the single glove," Xiao Tian said. The smoky gray single glove was slipped on from behind, forcing her arms to be held straight and extended backward. The zipper was pulled up inch by inch, from her wrists to her shoulders, sealing her arms completely within the semi-transparent tube. Now, looking at her from the front—there were no arms, only a transparent body, her nipples protruding, her lower parts vaguely visible, and a swaying tail. She could hide nothing, expose nothing. "Turn around," Xiao Tian commanded, his voice hoarse. Lin Zhi turned, crying, then turned back. The translucent latex gleamed under the light, her body like an insect trapped in amber, whole, alive, but utterly unhidden. The single glove made her arms disappear, leaving only her torso and legs, like a designed doll. "So beautiful..." Xiao Tian walked over, his hand pressing against her abdomen covered in translucent latex. She could feel his warmth, transmitted directly through the thin, transparent material. His hand moved upward, covering her transparent breasts, and he pinched her clearly visible nipple. "Everything is seen..." Lin Zhi cried, tears streaming down from beneath the cat-ear headband, "My breasts... my downstairs... everything..."