Lin Xiao had harbored a shameful obsession with Shibari since childhood. Images of beautiful women struggling while bound on television, and the exquisite yet cruel rope art videos online, kept him awake at night. At twenty-two, he had never acted on this desire until his gaze fell upon his older sister, Lin Wei, who was two years his senior. Lin Wei was a popular internet celebrity, stunningly beautiful with a fiery figure, driving countless fans wild in her live streams. But in her brother's eyes, she was the perfect subject for Shibari.

During a surprise attack one late night, Lin Xiao used his practiced rope skills to bind his unsuspecting sister completely. Her hands were tied behind her back, her body bound in a turtle shell, her legs together... He recorded videos of her shame-filled struggles and tearful face. From then on, he used the threat of exposing the videos to force his sister to play this forbidden Shibari game with him.

"Sis, as long as you cooperate with me, I won't release the video..."

Trapped by fear, humiliation, and the threat of ruin, Lin Wei was forced to compromise.

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The dying sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, casting long, golden shadows across the spacious apartment floor. Lin Xiao sat on the sofa, his phone in hand, a paused video on the screen – a woman with a voluptuous figure tightly bound by exquisite ropes, suspended in mid-air in an arched pose, struggling faintly and emitting suppressed whimpers. The video's comments scrolled rapidly: "So stimulating!" "The rope master's technique is amazing!" "I want to be tied up like this..." His Adam's apple bobbed, his heart inexplicably quickening. Lin Xiao was twenty-two, a recent university graduate working as a copywriter at a small advertising company. On the surface, he was a quiet, introverted young man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, his hair always neatly combed. His colleagues described him as "reliable and low-key." But no one knew that beneath his calm exterior lay a dark secret, buried deep since his teenage years. His obsession with "shibari." It all began when he was twelve. One evening, his parents were out for a business dinner, and he secretly turned on the TV, tuning into a late-night suspense drama. On screen, a beautiful female protagonist was tied to a chair by the villain with thick ropes, her hands bound behind her back, her legs tightly fastened together, and her mouth gagged with tape, only able to emit muffled "woo woo" sounds. She struggled desperately to break free, her clothes parting slightly due to her exertions, revealing snow-white skin. At that moment, Lin Xiao felt a strange warmth rise from his lower abdomen, his heart clenching as if gripped by something fierce. He didn't change the channel. Instead, he replayed that scene repeatedly. The protagonist's eyes during her struggle – fear, shame, helplessness, yet with an indescribable allure – were deeply imprinted in his mind. From then on, he began to pay attention to any film, TV show, or anime that featured elements of bondage. Every time he saw a beautiful woman bound by ropes, he would involuntarily blush, his heart race, and his body react intensely. As he grew older, the advent of the internet caused everything to spiral out of control. Late at night in his college dorm, after his roommates had fallen asleep, he would put on his headphones and secretly access those hidden websites. Professional shibari photography, Kinbaku art videos, Japanese kinbaku photos... the sight of women bound in various intricate styles with hemp rope, cotton rope, and red rope kept him awake at night. His favorites were the highly skilled styles like "Kagari-shibari" (tortoise tie), "Katate-dori" (one-handed suspension), and "Ushiro-dori" (rear suspension). The ropes dug deeply into their soft skin, leaving red marks, yet maintaining a certain aesthetic. The struggles, gasps, tears, and the overwhelming sense of powerlessness of the bound individuals made him uncontrollably excited. However, he had never practiced it himself. He dared not. He was afraid of being discovered, of being labeled a pervert, of ruining his life. He could only suppress this desire deep within his heart, like a wild beast chained by iron, restless day and night, with nowhere to release. Until... his sister, Lin Wei. Lin Wei was twenty-four, two years older than Lin Xiao. She was a typical internet celebrity beauty, with hundreds of thousands of followers on Douyin, Xiaohongshu, and Bilibili. She was 1.7 meters tall, with long legs and a slender waist, her face an exquisite melon seed shape that captivated the eye. Her large eyes were watery, and when she smiled, she had two faint dimples. She usually wore simple yet figure-hugging clothes – tight knit sweaters paired with high-waisted mini-skirts, or off-the-shoulder dresses. During her livestreams, she always garnered a flood of comments like "Goddess" and "Wifey." She had a cheerful and outgoing personality, loved to act cute, and enjoyed teasing her younger brother. Ever since they were children, Lin Xiao had always been the little boy trailing after her in her eyes. But now, as Lin Xiao watched his sister walk around the living room in her loungewear shorts and loose T-shirt, her long Lin Xiao walked out of his room, his palms slick with sweat. He held a prepared soft rope behind his back. "Sis, not asleep yet?" he asked, his voice calm. "Mmm, just a bit longer," Lin Wei replied without looking up. "Don't you have work tomorrow? Get some sleep." Lin Xiao slowly approached the sofa, his throat tightening. His heartbeat pounded like a drum. He stared at his sister's fair nape, at the slight opening of her collar due to her posture, at her unguarded appearance. In that moment, the desire hidden for years, like a breached dam, completely swallowed his reason. He took a deep breath, suddenly lunged from behind, one hand swiftly covering Lin Wei's mouth, the other looping the rope around her wrists. "Mmph—?!" Lin Wei startled violently, her phone dropping to the floor. She struggled desperately, her body writhing on the sofa, the strap of her camisole slipping down to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin. But Lin Xiao's strength far exceeded her imagination—he had been secretly working out these past few days, all for this moment. He quickly bound her hands behind her back, using the "single wrist cross-tie" technique he had practiced countless times, tying it swiftly. The rope dug deeply into her delicate wrists, leaving red marks. "Xiao Xiao! What are you doing?! Let me go—Mmph!" Lin Wei's voice was filled with terror and anger, as Lin Xiao stuffed the pre-prepared cloth into her mouth. His movements were terrifyingly practiced, as if he had rehearsed it countless times. Then, he bound her legs together, tying firm knots at her knees and ankles. The entire process took less than two minutes. Lin Wei had transformed from a free and uninhibited internet celebrity into a captive, tightly bound by rope, unable to move. She knelt on the sofa, her hands tied behind her back, her breasts pushed high by the tightness of the rope. Her nightgown was rucked up, revealing the roots of her thighs. Her beautiful face flushed crimson, her eyes filled with shock, fear, and disbelief. "Wuwuwu!!!" Lin Xiao stood before her, panting, seeing his sister bound by his own hands up close for the first time. The intense visual impact almost made him lose control. Trembling, he took out his phone, turned on the video recording function, and aimed it at Lin Wei. "Sis... I'm sorry... I, I really couldn't help myself." His voice was hoarse, filled with long-suppressed desire and shame. "You... you're too beautiful... Ever since I was little... I've wanted to see you tied up..." Lin Wei shook her head desperately, tears already welling up. She twisted her body with all her might, trying to break free, but the knots were expertly tied. The more she struggled, the tighter the rope became, and clear rope marks soon appeared on her skin. The feeling of powerlessness and shame made her tremble all over. Lin Xiao zoomed in the lens, capturing every detail of her bondage—her wrists constricted by the rope, her thighs rubbed raw from struggling, her beautiful tear-filled face, and the curves faintly visible beneath her nightgown. "Sis, if you dare not cooperate with me... I'll post this video online," Lin Xiao's voice trembled, yet was unusually firm. "I'll post it to your fan group, to your live stream... let everyone see you tied up by your brother... You're so popular, your reputation will be ruined... How will you be an influencer then?" Lin Wei's eyes widened instantly, her fear reaching its peak. She desperately let out muffled pleas, tears rolling down in large drops. Lin Xiao squatted down, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears, his fingers trembling. His voice was low, filled with deep shame and uncontrollable excitement: "Sis... I just... want to play with ropes with you... I promise, I won't hurt you... As long as you stay with me... this secret will be known only to the two of us..." In the living room, only his sister's suppressed sobs and his own rapid breaths could be heard. Outside the window, the night was deep. Late Wednesday night, the apartment was eerily quiet. Their parents were still away on a business trip, leaving only the brother and sister at home. After taking a shower, Lin Xiao walked into the living room wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts and spoke in a low voice: “Sis… is tonight okay? I just bought some new, high-quality Japanese cotton rope—it’s really soft.” Lin Wei was sitting on the sofa when her body instantly went rigid. Wearing that white spaghetti-strap nightgown, she kept her long legs pressed together, her pretty face etched with exhaustion and resistance. “Xiaoxiao… Can we wait a little longer? I’m so exhausted from today’s livestream…” Her voice carried a hint of trembling pleading. Lin Xiao said nothing; she simply took out her phone, opened the video of the ambush, and played it in front of her. On the screen, the sight of Lin Wei struggling desperately with tears streaming down her face after being tied up stung her eyes. Lin Wei’s face turned pale in an instant. She bit her lower lip, clenching her hands so tightly on her knees that her knuckles turned white. Finally, she lowered her head in humiliation, her voice barely audible: “…All right. But you said we’d only use ropes… You’re not allowed to touch any other parts of me.” Lin Xiao’s eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded. “I promise, sis. Go take a shower first, and put this nightgown back on when you’re done.” Lin Wei walked into the bathroom. As the hot water washed over her body, she looked at her shapely figure in the mirror, and tears nearly fell from her eyes. In public, she was a glamorous internet celebrity, yet here at home, she was to be treated as a bondage plaything by her own younger brother. This stark contrast filled her with deep despair. When she emerged from the shower, Lin Xiao had already set up the props on the yoga mat in the living room: bundles of white and black cotton rope imported from Japan, a pink silicone gag, a blindfold, and body oil. He was kneeling on the mat, his fingers trembling slightly—clearly both nervous and excited. “Sis… come here and kneel properly.” Lin Xiao’s voice carried a suppressed longing. Lin Wei took a deep breath, walked to the center of the mat, and knelt down. The hem of her nightgown slid naturally to the middle of her thighs, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. She kept her head down, her long hair covering half her face, not daring to look directly at her younger brother. Lin Xiao began from behind. He pulled Lin Wei’s hands behind her back and, with practiced skill, performed a Japanese-style rear-hand binding (Takate Kote style). First, he crossed her wrists and tied them behind her back, then wrapped the rope around her upper arms and forearms, layer by layer, pressing her arms tightly together behind her back. The rope looped over her shoulders, across her chest, and through her armpits, securing the connection between her arms and torso. With each pull of the rope, a faint “swish” sounded. “Ow… it’s so tight… Xiao Xiao, go easier…” Lin Wei couldn’t help but cry out in pain. The rope dug deeply into her delicate skin, leaving distinct red marks. With her arms completely pinned behind her back, she couldn’t move her hands at all—she could barely even curl her fingers. Lin Xiao’s breathing gradually grew heavier. He continued to reinforce the structure of the Japanese-style rear-hand binding, wrapping the rope twice horizontally across Lin Wei’s chest. The rope pressed gently above and below her full breasts, causing the fabric of her nightgown to sink into her flesh and outline her alluring curves. But this time, he didn’t perform a full “tortoise shell” bind; it was simply a pure Japanese-style rear-hand bind, emphasizing the complete sensation of restraint on her arms and back. “Sis… this is the authentic way… a Japanese-style rear-hand bind is meant to make your arms completely immobile…” Lin Xiao explained in a low voice, though his fingers were trembling slightly. Lin Wei’s face had flushed all the way down to her neck. She could feel the ropes’ powerful control over her body; her arms felt as if they’d been welded to her back. That sense of having completely lost the freedom of her hands stirred a strong sense of humiliation within her. “Xiaoxiao… that’s enough… I can’t move anymore…” But Lin Xiao didn’t stop. He picked up the pink silicone gag and knelt in front of Lin Wei. The front of the gag was a smooth silicone ball, and the back had a buckle. “Sis… I want to try a gag today… for the first time. Is that okay?” Lin Wei’s eyes widened suddenly as she stared at the gag, her face instantly contorting with intense anger and terror. “No! Xiao Xiao, don’t go too far! I’m not wearing that… it’s disgusting!” She shook her head violently, trying to pull away, but her hands were tightly restrained behind her back in a Japanese-style restraint, leaving her completely unable to resist. Lin Xiao gently pressed one hand against her shoulder while bringing the gag closer to her mouth with the other. “Sis… just wear it for a little while… I promise it won’t be too long. If you cooperate, I’ll take it off right away… Otherwise, I’ll record another video…” Tears welled up in Lin Wei’s eyes. She glared angrily at her brother, her voice trembling and choked with tears: “Lin Xiao! Are you even human? I’m your own sister! And you’re actually making me wear this thing… Do you want me to drool like a dog?!” Her resistance only provoked Lin Xiao further. Seizing the moment when Lin Wei opened her mouth to speak, he swiftly shoved the silicone ball into her mouth. The ball gag was just the right size—but it prevented her from closing her teeth. Lin Xiao skillfully looped the strap around the back of her head and fastened it tightly. “Mmm—!! Mmm-mmm-mmm!!!” Lin Wei’s eyes widened instantly as she let out a loud protest. The gag blocked her tongue and part of her mouth, leaving her able to produce only muffled whimpers. A few seconds later, saliva began to spill uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin and dripping onto her snow-white chest and nightgown. That hot, wet, and uncontrollable sensation of drooling completely shattered Lin Wei. She shook her head furiously in anger, trying to shake off the gag, but the strap was fastened too tightly. More and more saliva formed glistening threads along her chin, dripping onto the ropes and her skin. Her face was so red it seemed it might bleed—as a proud internet celebrity, she had always projected an image of elegance and beauty, yet now she was forced to wear a gag, drooling like a lowly toy; the sense of shame far exceeded anything she had ever imagined. “Mmmph!!! Mmmph—!!!” Lin Wei’s eyes were brimming with tears of rage. She glared fiercely at Lin Xiao; if looks could kill, her younger brother would likely have been torn to pieces by now. The intense humiliation, the helplessness of being completely controlled, and the embarrassment of her saliva flowing uncontrollably made her whole body tremble. Lin Xiao took two steps back, picked up his phone, and carefully recorded the scene from the front and the side. "Sis, tonight... I want you to wear the sailor uniform and white stockings." Lin Xiao stood at the living room entrance, his voice low but with an undeniable firmness. "I've prepared new ropes, and this time I want to try the 'Four-Horse Tie'. You promised you'd cooperate with me." Lin Wei, who was sitting on the sofa scrolling through her phone, froze abruptly at his words. She was wearing simple loungewear, and a clear look of resistance and humiliation flashed across her beautiful face. "Xiao Xiao... you're going too far." She bit her lip, her voice trembling. "Sailor uniform? White stockings? Those are my streaming outfits. You actually want me to wear them while you tie me up..." Lin Xiao remained silent, simply pulling out his phone and shaking it. The "insurance video" was still in his album, like a sword hanging over her head. Lin Wei took a deep breath, a flicker of deep helplessness and anger in her eyes. Finally, she stood up with humiliation. "...Fine. But you have to promise not to film too long a video today, and not to do anything more extreme." "Sis, I promise." Lin Xiao's eyes lit up. "Go change, I'll wait for you in the room." Lin Wei walked into her bedroom and took out the sailor uniform she used to wear for streaming from the closet. A white short-sleeved top paired with a dark blue pleated skirt, a red bow at the collar, the overall design was youthful yet seductive. She hesitated for a long time before slowly putting it on. The clothes fit her slender figure perfectly, the short skirt barely covering the middle of her thighs. Then, she put on a pair of pure white over-the-knee stockings, which hugged her slender calves and ankles tightly, outlining alluring curves. Looking at herself in the mirror – the once confident internet celebrity goddess in her live streams, now having to dress up like this and be played with by her own younger brother to avoid the risk of her videos being leaked – Lin Wei's eyes reddened again. She pinched herself hard to suppress the urge to cry. When she pushed open Lin Xiao's bedroom door, he had already spread a yoga mat in the center of the floor, with ropes, gags, and other props neatly arranged. The moment he looked up and saw his sister, his breathing noticeably deepened. "Sis... you look so perfect in this." Lin Xiao's voice was hoarse, his gaze lingering on her sailor uniform skirt and her long, white-stockinged legs. "You look so obedient... and alluring." Lin Wei's face instantly turned crimson. She crossed her arms, lowered her head, and said softly, "Let's start quickly. The sooner it's over, the better." Lin Xiao had her kneel on the yoga mat and began with a Japanese rear-hand tie. He picked up the soft white cotton rope and skillfully pulled Lin Wei's hands behind her back, crossing them. Then, he wound it around her upper arms and forearms, layer by layer. The rope tightened, pressing her arms firmly against her back and securing them to her torso. As the rope tightened, it made a slight friction sound, embedding itself deeply into her tender skin and leaving faint red marks. "Hiss... so tight..." Lin Wei gasped softly, her brow furrowed. Next, Lin Xiao began to work on her lower body. He "Sister, are you sure you want to refuse?" His voice was low, laced with a threat. "You know the consequences. With just a little click from me, these videos will be sent to your fan groups, Douyin, even those forums. 'Popular influencer Lin Wei, bound and gagged by her own brother, drooling with a ball gag'... what do you think your hundreds of thousands of fans will think of you? Your brand collaborations, your live streams, your future... all gone." Lin Wei's face instantly turned ashen. She stared at her own humiliated image on the phone screen, tears welling up in her eyes. Anger, fear, and helplessness surged through her like a tide. "Lin Xiao... are you really my brother? How could you threaten me like this..." Her voice trembled, choked with sobs. "What's the point if you force me like this?" Lin Xiao didn't answer. He simply walked over to her and grabbed her wrist. His grip was so strong she couldn't break free. "Sister, I'm sorry. But I really can't help myself. I have to tie you up tonight. If you refuse again, I'll send the videos out right now." Lin Wei desperately tried to pull her hand away, but Lin Xiao directly pushed her down onto the sofa. She struggled, her voice filled with despair, "No! Xiao Xiao... please... not today..." But her resistance was futile against her brother's well-prepared strength. Lin Xiao quickly took out ropes from a cloth bag, twisted her hands behind her back, and secured them rapidly with a Japanese kote-gote (rear-hand tie) technique. The ropes wound around, tightly constricting her upper arms and wrists, pinning her arms firmly behind her back. "Mmm... it hurts... Xiao Xiao, be gentler!" Lin Wei cried out in pain, her body writhing on the sofa. Lin Xiao didn't stop. He brought her legs together and used the ropes to bind and secure her knees, calves, and ankles layer by layer. Then he carried Lin Wei to the yoga mat in the center of the living room, making her kneel, and continued to reinforce the bondage. This time, he chose a stricter "rear-hand tie with leg folding and fixation" to ensure she couldn't stand or move significantly. Throughout the process, Lin Wei kept protesting and crying softly, but her brother, as if possessed, didn't show any signs of letting up. Finally, Lin Xiao took out a black blindfold and covered Lin Wei's eyes. "Sister, since you're resisting so much today... I'll leave you like this for two hours. You can reflect on why you refused me. " Lin Xiao's voice was cold, yet carried a suppressed excitement. "After two hours, I'll come and release you. If you behave well, I'll delete one video as a reward." "No! Xiao Xiao! Don't go—mmph!" Lin Xiao didn't listen to her pleas anymore. He directly stuffed a cloth gag into her mouth, then stood up, turned off most of the lights in the living room, leaving only a dim, yellowish floor lamp. He took one last look at his sister, tightly bound and kneeling on the mat, then turned and walked into his own room, leaving Lin Wei alone in the living room. Time began to pass slowly. Lin Wei was plunged into complete darkness. The blindfold obscured her vision, the gag blocked her mouth, allowing only low whimpers. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back in a Japanese kote-gote, her legs folded and secured together, forcing her into a kneeling position with her body leaning slightly forward. The ropes dug deeply into her skin, and every slight struggle made the marks ache more. For the first half hour, her mind was filled with anger and humiliation. "This bastard... he actually left me here alone for two hours..." she cursed in her heart, tears uncontrollably seeping from under the blindfold, soaking the fabric. She thought of herself, a popular influencer, now bound like cargo in the living room, wearing pajamas, tied into such a helpless state by her own brother. What if someone suddenly came to the house... no, even if it was just the delivery guy knocking, she'd be finished. That intense sense of exposure and powerlessness made her feel so ashamed she almost wanted to die. As time wore on, the physical discomfort gradually intensified. Her knees went numb from kneeling, her shoulders and arms ached from being bound for so long, and the places where the ropes constricted burned like fire. The gag in her mouth caused saliva to accumulate, which she couldn't swallow, so it dripped from the corners of her mouth onto her pajamas. "Mmm... it's so uncomfortable... Xiao Xiao... come back quickly..." she pleaded repeatedly in her mind. But strangely, during these long two hours, besides the physical pain and shame, her emotions slowly began to settle into a peculiar calm. The ropes were like a sturdy cage, fixing her in place, unable to escape, unable to do anything. The pressures of being an influencer, the expectations of her fans, the anxiety about content, the fear brought by her brother... all of it was "tied up" by the ropes at this moment. She could only be here, simply feeling the tightening of the ropes, the rise and fall of her breath, and the sound of her own heartbeat. This feeling of "forced relaxation" made her both scared and ashamed – she was actually feeling a sliver of dependence and security from the bondage while being left to suffer. This made her hate herself even more. Time ticked by, second by second. Lin Wei's tears had long since dried up. She knelt there, her body occasionally trembling from the aches, her mind replaying scenes from the past few days: being gagged with a ball gag and drooling, having her feet tickled while wearing a sailor uniform, and now being left like this so heartlessly... She was starting to get truly scared. Not of physical harm from her brother, but of the possibility that she might slowly get used to it, or even... succumb to this forbidden game. As the two hours neared their end, Lin Wei was drenched in sweat, her pajamas clinging to her skin, deep rope marks imprinted on her flesh. She heard the sound of Lin Xiao's bedroom door opening and her body involuntarily trembled. Lin Xiao walked over, squatted in front of her, and gently removed her blindfold and gag. "Sister... two hours are up. Are you okay?" Lin Wei gasped for air, her eyes red and swollen, her voice hoarse and barely audible, "Lin Xiao... you bastard... I hate you so much... two hours... my legs are numb... my shoulders hurt so much..." Despite her curses, tears couldn't help but fall again. Lin Xiao carefully untied her, and as the ropes were loosened one by one, her body was covered in crisscrossing, deep red marks. Lin Xiao gently massaged her arms and legs, his voice low, "Sister, I'm sorry... but you refused me today, so I had to make you remember your lesson like this. Next time... don't refuse me again, okay? As long as you cooperate obediently, I'll keep the videos hidden." Lin Xiao's bed was already laid with dark sheets. Beside it, several bundles of dark red, imported Japanese cotton ropes were neatly arranged, along with the pink silicone gag that frightened her the most. "Sister, kneel on the bed," Lin Xiao's voice was hoarse, but laced with obvious excitement. Lin Wei knelt on the bed, arms crossed, head bowed, not daring to look at her brother. Her long hair cascaded down, covering half of her flushed cheeks. Lin Xiao approached her from behind, kneeling on the bed, his body almost pressed against his sister's back. Lin Wei could clearly feel her brother's hot breath on the back of her neck, the oppressive sensation making her tremble all over. "Let's start with a Japanese rear-tie," Lin Xiao said in a low voice, picking up the ropes. He first pulled Lin Wei's hands behind her back, clasped them together, and then began to wrap them skillfully. The rope circled her wrists, forearms, and upper arms, binding them tightly together behind her back, forming a strict reverse prayer position. The ropes dug deeply into her tender skin, leaving clear red marks. Lin Xiao's fingers occasionally brushed against his sister's skin, and each time he tightened the rope, Lin Wei couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. "Hiss... so tight... Xiao Xiao... my arms are going to break..." Lin Wei pleaded in a low voice, her tone choked with tears. Lin Xiao ignored her and continued to secure the bonds. He looped the rope over her shoulders, forming an intricate chest harness in front. The ropes wrapped around twice above and below her full breasts, pressing her body tightly. The fabric of her white slip dress was squeezed into her flesh, outlining seductive yet shameful curves. Lin Wei's face grew redder. She could feel her brother's body pressed against her back, the feeling of being completely controlled and unable to escape filling her with both fear and a strange, oppressive intimacy. Then, Lin Xiao pushed her down, keeping her in a kneeling position, and began to bind her lower body. He folded Lin Wei's legs into a frogtie, knees bent, ankles tightly bound to her thighs. The ropes wrapped layer upon layer, fixing her legs so securely that she couldn't straighten them or bring them together. The entire process was slow and meticulous, as if Lin Xiao were completing a work of art, gently tugging and checking the tightness of each knot. When the final main rope was secured, Lin Wei was completely immobilized. She was bound in a sitting position at the edge of the bed, her hands tied behind her back in a strict reverse prayer, her chest tightly constricted by ropes, and her legs fixed in a spread frogtie. Her slip dress was disheveled, revealing large patches of snow-white skin and crisscrossing rope marks. "Xiao Xiao... that's enough... I look so shameful like this..." Lin Wei's voice trembled, shame threatening to drown her. Lin Xiao, however, reached behind her and picked up the pink gag. He gently cupped his sister's chin with one hand and brought the gag to her lips with the other. "Sister, you have to wear the gag today. I want to see you drool." Lin Wei's eyes widened abruptly, and she shook her head violently. "No! Xiao Xiao... please... it was shameful enough last time... I don't want to drool again... Woo—!" Before she could finish speaking, Lin Xiao seized the opportunity and shoved the silicone ball into her mouth. The gag was just the right size to prop her mouth open, preventing her from closing her teeth. Lin Xiao skillfully wrapped the strap around the back of her head and buckled it tightly. "Mmmph!!! Woo woo woo—!!!" Lin Wei's eyes instantly welled up, and the intense humiliation made her tremble all over. Saliva soon began to overflow uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, dripping slowly down her chin and onto her chest, which was tightly constricted by the ropes. The warm, wet liquid slid down her skin, the feeling of loss of control almost breaking her. She whimpered with anger and despair, desperately trying to spit out the gag, but could only produce muffled "woo woo" sounds. More and more saliva flowed, forming glistening threads, dripping onto her slip dress and thighs. As a public internet celebrity, she was now tied to the bed by her own brother, wearing a gag and drooling like a toy. This extreme shame made tears stream down her face in large drops. Lin Xiao knelt behind her, wrapping his arms around her body, gently embracing her tightly bound upper body from behind. He rested his chin on his sister's shoulder and whispered hoarsely in her ear: "Sister... you look so perfect like this... The Japanese Shibari has you so tight... and drooling with the gag... only I get to see..." His fingers gently tugged at the ropes on her chest, deepening the red marks. Lin Wei's body shuddered violently, letting out more intense whimpers. Saliva continued to flow uncontrollably, and she could only shake her head weakly, tears mixing with saliva as they fell. Lin Wei's mind was in complete turmoil. She hated her brother for forcing her into this situation; she hated herself even more for always succumbing to threats. Yet, amidst the extreme shame, she felt a strange sense of relaxation—bound completely by the ropes, she didn't have to do anything, didn't have to think. Here, tied up by her brother, it was as if only the two of them existed in the world. This conflicting emotion made her even more fearful. "Woo woo... Woo—!!!" She tried to beg her brother behind her with her eyes, but Lin Xiao only held her tighter, continuing to admire his sister's completely bound state. Time slowly passed in this forbidden atmosphere. Lin Xiao didn't untie her immediately. Instead, he held her from behind, occasionally adjusting the tightness of the ropes, and took a few photos that wouldn't show her face as "private collection." Lin Wei could only sit on the bed, wearing the gag and drooling, at her brother's mercy, for a full forty minutes. When Lin Xiao finally removed the gag and began to untie the ropes, Lin Wei was covered in sweat, her body marked with deep red lines. She gasped for air, and her first words were a tearful, furious curse: "Lin Xiao... you pervert... I hate you... I truly hate you to death..." Lin Wei forced herself to sit up straight, her eyes fixed on the screen, but her body was gradually surrendering under her brother's fingers. His touch was gentle yet precisely stimulated her most sensitive spot, sometimes circling, sometimes pinching, sometimes pressing... The sensation intensified in the darkness, as her vision was deprived, and her other senses were amplified infinitely. "Xiaoxiao... please..." she pleaded in a whisper, tears welling up, "Not here..." "Then where?" His fingers continued to probe deeper, entering her wet core, "At home? In the bedroom? On the ropes?" As he spoke, he suddenly unbuttoned her coat with his other hand, reaching inside and covering her breasts. "Ah..." Lin Wei let out a suppressed gasp, small but distinct in the quiet theater. The girl in the couple to her right glanced over, her expression odd. Lin Wei quickly lowered her head, burying her face in her collar, but Lin Xiao's hands grew bolder—he was kneading her breasts, through the thin dress, forcefully squeezing, pulling, and twisting... "Your breasts are so soft," he whispered in her ear, his voice laced with suppressed desire, "I want to expose them, let everyone see..." "No... don't..." Lin Wei shook her head frantically, but her body reacted intensely to the forbidden stimulation. She felt herself approaching the brink, and if he didn't stop, she would climax in the cinema, in front of everyone... Just then, Lin Xiao took out a remote control with his other hand. "Vvvvmmm—" The vibrator suddenly activated, on high. "Nngh—!!!" Lin Wei let out a sharp, muffled groan, her body arching forward violently, her hands gripping the armrests—though bound, her fingers spasmed instinctively. The movement was too large, and the guy to her left and the couple to her right both turned to look at her. "Are you okay?" the girl on the right asked with concern, "Do you need me to call staff?" "No... no need..." Lin Wei's voice trembled uncontrollably, her face flushed, her eyes hazy, "It's just... the movie is so moving..." So moving? This was a sci-fi film, only ten minutes in, the plot hadn't even developed! But the girl didn't seem to think much of it, just gave her a strange look and turned back. Lin Xiao seized the opportunity to increase the stimulation. His fingers pressed down on the vibrator, intensifying the vibrating sensation, while his other hand continued to knead her breasts. Under the dual stimulation, Lin Wei felt like she was going insane—she wanted to scream, to struggle, to release, but she could only bite her lip fiercely, bury her face in her coat collar, and let her body tremble gently on the seat. "About to come?" Lin Xiao whispered in her ear, "Beg me. Beg me to let you climax." "Please..." Lin Wei cried in a whisper, "Give it to me... I want..." "Say my name." "Xiaoxiao... please... give it to me..." Lin Xiao's lips curved into a triumphant smile. He pressed down hard on the vibrator, and at the same time, commanded in her ear, "Now. Climax." The next second, Lin Wei's body tensed violently, then convulsed. She bit down hard on the back of her hand, preventing herself from making a sound, but a suppressed whimper escaped her nostrils: "Nngh... nngh nngh..." Her body arched and fell back on the seat, her fingers scrabbling frantically at the ropes behind her, a hot current surging between her legs, soaking her dress and the seat. The pleasure was too intense, so intense it made her vision go blank, her consciousness almost fading. And on either side of her, the three other audience members sensed something was wrong—this girl was shaking too violently, and... that sound... The movie continued, the light and shadow on the screen flickering across Lin Wei's flushed face. She slumped back in her seat, gasping for breath, her eyes hazy and vacant. Lin Xiao helped her adjust her clothes, his fingers gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice soft, "Good girl... you did very well." Lin Wei leaned against his shoulder, her body still trembling slightly. She knew that this movie... she hadn't absorbed a single word of it. And her dignity, in that moment, had been utterly shattered in the darkness of the cinema. He first untied the ropes from her wrists, allowing blood to circulate again, but touched nothing else. Instead, he turned and took a bundle of thicker, dark brown rope from the cabinet. It was a full centimeter in diameter, with a rough texture that exuded a sense of oppression – it was clearly meant for suspension. Lin Wei's heart lurched. She had a vague premonition of what was to come, her throat dry. "What... are we going to do next?" Lin Xiao looked down at her, his eyes burning with a deeper desire. "Single-leg suspension." Lin Wei's breathing instantly became ragged. She had seen that position online – one leg hoisted high, the entire body forced to stand on one leg, completely losing balance, relying only on the ropes and the other leg for support. That shameful and strenuous posture was far more brutal than the reverse-bound dance from before. "I... I'm a little scared," she whispered, her voice tinged with apprehension. But when she met Lin Xiao's eyes, which seemed to be on fire, she swallowed the rest of her words. Finally, she bit her lip and softly agreed, "...Alright." "Go change first," Lin Xiao commanded. "Wear that pure white, tight-fitting bodysuit." Ten minutes later, Lin Wei stood in the center of the bedroom again. The pure white bodysuit hugged her body like a second skin, outlining every curve. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing a long, slender, fair neck. She looked both clean and fragile. Lin Xiao had already secured a metal suspension ring to the ceiling. He picked up the bundle of dark brown rope, his movements practiced and focused. First, her arms. He pulled Lin Wei's arms behind her, performing a straight-arm bind – arms extended straight back, elbows as close as possible, the rope wrapping tightly from her wrists up her upper arms. As the rope tightened, Lin Wei couldn't help but let out a soft groan. This position forced her breasts high, exposing her armpits completely, with no covering. "Tight?" Lin Xiao asked, close to her ear. "...Very tight," Lin Wei tried to move, finding her arms completely immobilized, only able to emit faint gasps. Next, her legs. He had her stand straight, then lifted her left leg, folding her thigh and calf into an M-shape, securing it tightly with rope. Then he took a longer main rope, tied one end to the knot at her ankle, and slowly threaded the other end through the ceiling ring. "Ah..." Lin Wei let out a short gasp. Her left leg was gradually pulled higher, her body forced to tilt to the right, her right leg having to stretch straight, her toes pointed, supporting almost all her weight. Her left leg was eventually hoisted to the level of her waist, her entire body in an extremely shameful and unstable position – her private parts completely exposed to the air, the white bodysuit deeply digging into her inner thighs, outlining a lewd mark. "Done," Lin Xiao stepped back two paces, his gaze like that of someone admiring a delicate work of art. Lin Wei desperately tried to maintain her balance. Her right leg was already trembling slightly, her toes straining to point, her body swaying gently in the ropes. Her hands were firmly bound behind her, leaving her with nothing to grasp, forcing her to hang there like a leaf. "Hey... you're not really going to..." her voice trembled, cut off before she could finish. Lin Xiao took a small box from the bedside table. Inside was a snow-white feather and a soft brush. He dangled the feather, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "You're ticklish, aren't you? When we were kids, just touching your waist would make you jump for ages." Lin Wei's face instantly turned pale. "No... Lin Xiao, I'm tied up like this now, you can't play with me like this..." "I will," he interrupted her, his voice carrying an undeniable excitement. "And I'm going to record it. Watch you laugh, watch you beg, watch you cry until your nose runs." As he spoke, he set up his phone and started recording. "Wait... can we talk about this?" Lin Wei shook her head frantically, her body swaying violently in the suspension, almost losing her balance. "Xiao Xiao... please, can we do something else? I'm really so ticklish..." "Too late." Lin Xiao raised the feather and gently brought it close to her neck. The moment the soft feather tip touched her skin, Lin Wei's body jolted as if electrocuted. "Ah... so ticklish..." she shrunk her neck, her voice already laced with laughter. "This is just the beginning." The feather slid down her neck, across her collarbone, and into her completely exposed armpit. That was the most sensitive area. The feather merely brushed against it, and Lin Wei couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Haha... don't, don't..." she twisted her body, trying to evade, but the single-leg suspension made any significant movement impossible. She could only writhe her waist in small movements, struggling. "Stop... I really can't take it... haha..." Lin Xiao's smile deepened, the feather continuing to circle in her armpit. "This is nothing." "Hahaha... no... please..." Lin Wei's eyes were streaming with tears of laughter, her body shaking violently in the ropes. Her right foot, supporting her weight, twitched restlessly on the floor, threatening to lose balance at any moment. "Haha... I was wrong... stop..." Lin Xiao temporarily withdrew the feather, dangling it in front of her eyes. "How will you beg me?" Lin Wei panted, her face flushed, tears in her eyes. "I... I'll agree to anything... just please stop tickling me..." "Anything?" Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. The feather suddenly moved to her side – her most fatal weakness. He gently drew circles there with the tip of the feather. With just one touch, Lin Wei let out a scream. "Ah—! Hahahahaha... don't touch there!" she twisted madly, her single leg hopping on the floor, tears and laughter mixing. "Help... hahaha... I'm going to go crazy..." The feather continued downwards, sliding to her inner thigh. "No... don't touch there..." Lin Wei cried and laughed, her voice already choked with sobs. "I'll... I'll pee myself... really... please..." "Then pee," Lin Xiao's voice held a cruel tenderness as the feather repeatedly brushed near her sensitive inner thighs. "You're already ruined by me, what's one more thing?" "Hahahaha... you bastard... Xiao Xiao... I hate you..." Lin Wei's body shook violently in the suspension. Sweat trickled down her neck, soaking the bodysuit, making it cling tightly to her skin. Her face was a mess of tears and snot, utterly disheveled. Lin Xiao finally stopped. He looked at the girl before him, tormented beyond recognition – her hair disheveled, her face streaked with tears, one leg barely supporting her, the other hanging high, her entire body trembling. "Okay, I'll stop," he chuckled, putting away the feather. "Then... let's do what you're best at." "But..." Chen Yu's voice trembled, barely audible, "You... you weren't... you weren't only letting Vivi..." "I want to watch," Lin Xiao interrupted her, his finger pointing to the wetness between Lin Wei's legs, which was still contracting slightly. "I want to see how you lick her. I want to see how you, her best friend, bully my sister. I want to see... how you go from an observer to a participant." As he spoke, he actually knelt beside Chen Yu, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her, facing Lin Wei, who was still bound and suspended. His knee touched Chen Yu's, and the warm contact made Chen Yu tremble all over. Lin Wei watched them – her brother and her best friend, on her left and right, kneeling before her, both looking up at her. The feeling of being watched from two sides made her scalp tingle, and the emptiness between her legs intensified. The tightness of the ropes prevented her from closing her legs, leaving her most private parts completely exposed for their viewing. Her right leg was still numb, her toes completely without sensation, but that numbness paradoxically sharpened the senses in her upper body. "Chen Yu..." Lin Xiao turned his head, looking at the trembling girl beside him. Her fingers were still suspended in mid-air, unsure of what to do. "Do you know how she likes to be licked the most?" Chen Yu shook her head, her eyes lost, her lips slightly parted. "I... I don't know... I was just..." "Weren't you doing a great job just now?" Lin Xiao's voice held a hint of encouragement, and a hint of command. "Your fingers were inside her, and she was contracting intensely. Do you know what that means?" "It means..." Chen Yu's voice trembled. "It means she wants more," Lin Xiao reached out, taking Chen Yu's wrist, guiding her to reach towards Lin Wei's legs again. "Come, I'll teach you. Here... above the pearl, gently draw circles... yes, just like that... don't use too much force, she's ticklish... and then... your tongue tip should be flat, lick upwards It was a gag, but unlike any she'd worn before. A regular gag was just a ball, stuffed into the mouth, but this... this had a thick dildo attached to the front. Made of silicone, skin-toned, about fifteen centimeters long and nearly four centimeters in diameter, its tip was rounded, its surface textured to mimic realism, even showing raised veins. The base of the dildo connected to a black leather gag, with straps and buckles on either side. "A dildo gag," Lin Xiao picked it up, weighing it in his hand. "Once you put it on, it'll fill your mouth, go deep into your throat. You won't be able to speak, to swallow, or even... barely breathe. You'll just have to... take it. Like you're taking... me." "No..." Lin Wei's face turned ashen, and she shook her head frantically. "That's too big... I'll... I'll suffocate..." "You'll get used to it," Lin Xiao's fingers traced the surface of the dildo. "And... you have no choice. Remember what happened in the hallway? If you don't behave... I'll dress you like this and throw you into the community garden." Lin Wei's tears welled up again. She knew he was capable of it. Her body was still bound by the latex suit, the single-handcuff preventing her from resisting, the collar making escape impossible... She could only... accept. "Open your mouth," he commanded. Lin Wei trembled as she opened her mouth, her lips dry from fear. Lin Xiao aimed the dildo at her lips, the silicone tip touching her teeth with a hint of coolness and the scent of rubber. "Deep breath," he said. "Then... swallow." He slowly applied pressure, the dildo pushing apart her lips, stretching her mouth open, and advancing towards the back of her throat. Lin Wei immediately felt an intense foreign body sensation. It was too big, bigger than any gag she'd ever worn, bigger than anything she'd ever taken into her mouth. Her tongue was pressed down, her mouth completely filled, saliva secreting uncontrollably. "Mmmph..." she let out a whimper, trying to pull back, but the back of her head was held firm by his palm. Deeper it went. The tip of the dildo touched the entrance to her throat, the sensation triggering a violent gag reflex. Her stomach cramped, she tried to retch, but her mouth was completely blocked, only muffled "woo-woo" sounds escaping. Tears instantly streamed down her face, flowing down her cheeks. "Relax your throat," Lin Xiao's voice came from a distance. "Like... a deep throat. Let it in. Don't resist." As he spoke, he continued to push. The dildo forced open the entrance to her throat, sliding deeper into her esophagus. Lin Wei felt suffocation, true suffocation. Her airway was completely blocked, unable to inhale, unable to exhale. Her eyes widened, her eyeballs bulging, her hands clawing frantically within the single-handcuffs, nails digging into her palms, her body trembling violently. "Deeper..." Lin Xiao continued to push until the base of the dildo pressed against her lips. The fifteen centimeters were fully inserted, leaving only the black leather gag wedged between her teeth. Lin Wei's face turned bright red, tinged with purple from lack of oxygen. Her throat was forced to expand, accommodating the thick invader. The muscles in her throat spasmed, squeezing the silicone, but unable to expel it. Tears flowed wildly, and snot ran down her face. Her mouth was completely blocked, unable to wipe it, so the fluids just streamed down her cheeks. "Breathe," Lin Xiao finally pulled the dildo back slightly, creating a gap in her airway. "Through your nose. Slowly." Lin Wei greedily inhaled through her nose, air rushing into her lungs, causing violent coughing fits. But the coughs were blocked by the foreign object in her mouth, turning into muffled whimpers. Her chest heaved, the black latex suit contracting and expanding with her breaths. The dildo in her mouth shifted slightly with her gasps, rubbing against the inner walls of her throat, triggering shivers of mingled nausea and pleasure. "Now..." Lin Xiao picked up the strap, looped it around the back of her head, and buckled it tight. "Secure." The leather strap tightened behind her head, firmly locking the dildo in her mouth, unable to retreat, unable to be removed. The buckle clicked shut with a "clack," and Lin Xiao pocketed the key. "Try to speak," he commanded. Lin Wei attempted to make a sound, but her mouth was completely filled, her tongue suppressed. Only muffled "woo-woo" sounds escaped, like some trapped beast. The sound was forced from the depths of her throat, resonating through the dildo, becoming deeper and more lewd. "Good," Lin Xiao smiled, his fingers brushing across her tear-streaked face. "Now... you're completely defenseless. Can't speak, can't bite, can't beg for mercy... You can only... accept. Whatever I do to you." As he spoke, he stood up and took more ropes from the cabinet. He bent her legs back, securing them behind her with ropes connected to the single-handcuffs, forming a strict hobble – but this time, she was in a latex suit, wearing a dildo gag, completely immobile, completely unable to make a sound. "Stay," he whispered in her ear. "Two hours. Let you... completely get used to the feeling of your throat being filled. Get used to... not being able to breathe, not being able to call for help, just waiting... waiting." He stood up and walked to the door, looking back at her one last time – Lin Wei lay on the floor, her black latex suit gleaming, her arms bound in single-handcuffs, her legs bent and secured, a thick dildo stuffed in her mouth, her face streaked with tears and snot, her eyes glazed with despair, only able to emit muffled whimpers. "In two hours..." he said, "I'll be back. If you behave... I'll take it out for you. If not..." he paused, "you'll wear it for another two hours." The door closed, leaving Lin Wei alone in the room. Lin Wei's body jolted violently, still held in the strict straddle position – her entire form encased in black latex, arms bound tightly behind her back with wrist restraints, legs folded and tied, a thick dildo gag firmly in her mouth. For two hours, her saliva had streamed down her face, leaving glistening trails on the black latex that dried into a sticky sheen. Her throat had long since adapted to the size, but the sensation of being completely filled intensified, each swallow obstructed, forcing saliva to spill from the corners of her mouth. The door opened, and Lin Xiao walked in, holding a paper bag. His gaze fell upon Lin Wei, from her tear-streaked face to the saliva trickling from her lips, then to the wet marks between her legs – dark stains on the black latex. "It seems..." he crouched down, his fingers gently tracing her flushed cheeks, "you've been very good. No struggling, no attempts to spit it out... my latex pet." Lin Wei let out a muffled whimper, her eyes pleading. Her body was on the verge of collapse, confined for two hours, unable to move, unable to speak, left alone with the foreign object in her mouth and the burgeoning desire within. That desire had been amplified infinitely by the long wait; all she wanted now was... to be touched, to be released, no matter the cost. "Want a reward?" Lin Xiao took an item from the paper bag – a black vibrator, larger than average, with a curved tip designed specifically for G-spot stimulation. Lin Wei nodded frantically, her eyes gleaming with longing. Her inner thighs were already soaked, sweat and arousal mixing inside the latex, creating a shameful dampness. Lin Xiao found the zipper between her legs on the latex suit and slowly pulled it down, revealing her swollen, glistening core. He pressed the tip of the vibrator there but didn't turn it on. "Beg me," he commanded. "Even though you can't speak... you can beg with your eyes. Show me... how much you want it." Lin Wei's eyes widened, tears welling up, her gaze filled with supplication. She writhed her bound body, trying to push the vibrator deeper, but Lin Xiao pulled back slightly, letting the tip merely graze her. "Not enough," he smiled. "I want you... to be more shameful. Tell me... what are you?" "Mmmph... mmmph..." Lin Wei made muffled sounds, saliva dripping down the base of the dildo. "Vvvvmmmm—" A low hum began, the tip pressing against her sensitive clit. Lin Wei arched her back sharply, letting out a scream that was immediately muffled by the dildo, turning into a dull "Mmmph." Her eyes widened, her body trembling violently, pleasure surging like a tide. She felt herself approaching the brink... Lin Xiao switched it off. "No..." Lin Wei let out a desperate whimper, her body thrashing against the restraints, "Mmmph... mmmph..." "Already wanting it?" Lin Xiao's voice was laced with mockery. "Too soon. You haven't told me... what you are. What am I to you?" He tapped his finger on the vibrator. "Tell me, you are my latex pet. My toy, bound by me. My... slave. Say it with your eyes, with your body... show me." Lin Wei's eyes were hazy. She writhed her hips, trying to chase the departed vibration, but the straddle position prevented any real movement. She could only widen her eyes, tears streaming down her face, her gaze filled with pleading and submission. "Not enough." Lin Xiao turned the vibrator back on, medium setting. This time, he inserted the tip into her wet entrance, gently thrusting. "Mmmph—!" Lin Wei's body tensed violently, the pleasure intensifying. The vibration directly stimulated her most sensitive inner walls. She felt herself rapidly ascending, about to reach the peak... He switched it off again. "No... don't..." Lin Wei cried out in despair, her voice a muffled sob, choked by the dildo. Her body spasmed within the ropes, her chest heaving, the black latex contracting and expanding with her breath. But the pleasure, so close to fruition, was brutally cut short, leaving behind an empty, agonizing craving. "This is only the second time," Lin Xiao's voice was calm, as if stating the weather. "We'll go for... ten times. Twenty times. Until you learn... not to climax until you have permission. Until you learn... to control your body. Because your body... is mine. Not yours." As he spoke, he turned the vibrator back on, high setting. This time, he pushed the tip deep inside, pressing and rotating it against the most sensitive spot. The beige trench coat, loose and knee-length, made of soft, draping cotton and linen, made her look no different from any ordinary girl on the street. But only she knew that beneath the trench coat was a layer of black, tight-to-the-point-of-cruelty latex, encasing her from neck to ankle, clinging to her every curve like a second skin. What made her panic even more was that her hands were bound behind her back, thin nylon ropes crisscrossing and securing her wrists at her waist. The trench coat's belt cleverly concealed the resulting bulge. "Are we... really going out like this?" Her voice trembled noticeably as she looked at her pale reflection in the mirror. "What if someone finds out..." "They won't," Lin Wei said, wrapping her arms around Chen Yu's waist from behind, a hint of vengeful pleasure in her voice. "The trench coat is so loose, and the ropes are hidden behind you. Who can tell? Besides..." She leaned close to Chen Yu's ear, her warm breath caressing her earlobe. "Yesterday, in the Coyote game, you deliberately let me get shocked, didn't you? You could have screamed to save me, but you held back until the last moment and deliberately screamed, dragging me down with you." Chen Yu's face instantly flushed. "I... I just wanted to try that feeling..." "So today," Lin Wei interrupted, shaking a small remote control in her hand, "it's my turn. I control you. The rabbit vibrator between your legs is firmly secured by the latex in the most sensitive spot. It can't move, and it can't escape. And I..." She slipped the remote into her pocket, her tone light but undeniably commanding. "Have the highest authority. Low, medium, high, and pulse mode." As soon as she finished speaking, she pressed the button. "Bzzzzzz—" A low-frequency vibration instantly emanated from between her legs, like a secret, gentle warning. Chen Yu's legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees, only managing to grip the edge of the vanity table. "Ah... I get it... I'll behave..." "Then let's go." Lin Wei carefully adjusted the collar of the trench coat for her, concealing the faint edge of the black latex peeking out at her neck. She then checked the ropes behind her waist again, ensuring there were no flaws. "We're going to buy three cups of bubble tea. You'll queue, order, and pay all by yourself. I'll be watching from the side. If you behave well... I'll torment you a few less times. If you don't..." Her fingers slid in her pocket, her voice low. "I'll make you completely lose control in public, in front of the cashier and strangers..." Chen Yu bit her lower lip and nodded slightly. She knew she had no way out. What made her heart race even more was that the risk of exposure, the feeling of utter powerlessness, paradoxically stirred a secret, intense excitement within her fear. The two of them left the apartment. In the elevator, Chen Yu tried to maintain a normal posture, but with her hands bound behind her back, she couldn't swing her arms naturally, making her gait stiff, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings. Lin Wei stood beside her, like ordinary friends, her hand constantly in her pocket, playing with the remote. Occasionally, she would suddenly press a low setting, intensifying the vibrator's buzz, and Chen Yu couldn't help but let out a suppressed whimper in the elevator. "Don't make a sound," Lin Wei whispered a warning, a smile playing on her lips. "We have neighbors." The elevator doors opened, and an old lady carrying a basket of groceries walked in. She glanced at them and nodded kindly. "Going out to play?" "Mm... going to buy bubble tea..." Chen Yu forced a smile, but the vibrator between her legs was buzzing at a low frequency, the tingling sensation spreading from her private parts to her lower abdomen, making her smile look a little distorted. Her hands clenched unconsciously behind her back, grasping at nothing but the deep bite of the nylon rope into her wrists. The old lady got off at the next floor. As the doors closed again, Chen Yu's breathing immediately became rapid. The heat inside the latex grew more pronounced, and sweat began to trickle down her back, trapped by the non-breathable material, creating a sticky, shameful embrace. "Deep breaths," Lin Wei said, her fingers subtly increasing the setting in her pocket. "This is just the beginning." "You... you promised you wouldn't press it as much..." Chen Yu's eyes widened, her voice already tinged with tears. "I lied," Lin Wei chuckled like a mischievous fox who had stolen a fish. "Hurry up, there should be a lot of people at the bubble tea shop." Stepping out of the apartment building, the afternoon sun was blinding. The street was bustling with people, the sounds of traffic, conversations, and bicycle bells weaving into a noisy tapestry. Chen Yu took a deep breath, feeling the rising temperature inside the latex and the continuous vibration of the medium-level vibrator between her legs. The secret stimulation made every step feel like walking on cotton, as if she might collapse at any moment. The bubble tea shop was just around the corner, with five or six people already in line. Lin Wei pointed to the queue. "Go ahead. Three cups of pearl milk tea, full sugar, no ice. I'll wait for you at the outdoor seating over there." "You... you're not queuing with me?" Chen Yu's voice held a clear plea. "No." Lin Wei shook her head and walked directly to the seats by the shop entrance. "I want to watch you. Remember, act natural. Don't let anyone see that you're bound and controlled by me... that you might climax in the middle of the crowd at any moment." Chen Yu forced herself to walk towards the queue. With her hands bound behind her back, every step required careful balance. The trench coat swayed gently with her movements, and the ropes at her waist rubbed against her skin, causing a subtle but distinct stinging sensation. Sweat accumulated inside the latex, sticking to her skin like an invisible shackle. The queue moved slowly. She stood at the back, trying to concentrate and recite the order: three cups of pearl milk tea, full sugar, no ice. But the vibrator between her legs suddenly intensified its oscillation, the continuous medium-level stimulation making her legs weak and her breathing increasingly ragged. A young girl in front of her turned and looked at her, her expression puzzled. "Are you... alright? You look very pale." "I'm fine... just a bit low blood sugar..." Chen Yu replied weakly, her voice trembling uncontrollably. The sunlight shone on her, but inside the latex, it felt like a steam room. Her back was already soaked. Finally, it was her turn. She walked to the counter, her hands bound behind her back, forcing herself to stand up straight, making her chest appear more prominent under the trench coat – a posture forced by restraint. "Hello, what can I get for you?" the young male cashier asked with a polite smile. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before drifting down, pausing slightly at her waistline, a hint of confusion appearing. "Three cups... of pearl milk tea... full sugar... no ice..." Chen Yu's voice trembled, each word carrying a distinct tremor. The vibrator continued to buzz at a medium setting, the pleasure building to a point where she could barely think. "Okay, would you like them packed separately or together?" "Together..." Chen Yu tried to pay, but realized that with her hands bound behind her back, she couldn't naturally reach into the front pockets of her trench coat for her wallet. She had to turn around awkwardly, her back to the cashier, fumbling with her bound hands behind her. The posture was contorted and shameful, the hem of the trench coat lifting slightly, revealing the glossy sheen of the black latex underneath and the faint outline of the ropes at her waist. The cashier's expression changed, showing clear surprise and curiosity. He leaned forward slightly, as if trying to get a better look. At that very moment, Lin Wei pressed the highest setting. "Bzzzzzzzzzzzz—!" Chen Yu leaned into Lin Wei's embrace, her legs so weak she could barely walk. Her heart was still pounding wildly, but a complex, satisfied smile played on her lips. She felt Lin Wei's warmth, the finally subsided vibration, and a strange sense of security from being completely controlled, yet saved at the most dangerous moment. "You... you did that on purpose..." she whispered, her voice still choked with tears. "At the last moment..." "Yes." Lin Wei admitted, supporting her as they walked into the apartment elevator, her fingers gently tracing the marks left by the ropes on Chen Yu's waist. "I wanted you to remember this feeling. In the crowd, in front of strangers, almost completely losing control... and then being rescued by me. To make you understand that you can only rely on me." Chen Yu closed her eyes and buried her face in Lin Wei's shoulder. The afternoon sun bathed them both. She felt the lingering tremors in her body, the dangerous yet addictive stimulation. She knew she could never go back. This feeling of being controlled, this extreme pleasure of nearing collapse in public... she would only want more. The moment the elevator doors closed, Lin Wei's finger pressed the remote again – a low, gentle, continuous vibration, like a welcome home ceremony. "Ah..." Chen Yu let out a soft hum, leaning against the elevator wall, a smile on her lips. "It's so good... to be home..." Lin Wei and Chen Yu had been unbound from their latex suits, cleaned, and had ointment applied. But the punishment was not over – as Lin Xiao had said, they were to be suspended for the entire night. Not a gentle, comfortable suspension, but a strict, hanging, completely immobile bondage. "Come here." Lin Xiao stood in the center of the bedroom. Two suspension rings had already been installed in the ceiling, about a meter apart, their height precisely calculated. He held several bundles of rope in his hands – pink, soft, but strong enough. "Face each other and kneel. Let your knees touch." The two complied. They were both wearing simple white camisoles and panties, the fabric thin and translucent under the light, revealing the skin beneath and the faint rope marks left from before. This was for comfort during the suspension, and also for… the shame after being hung. Lin Xiao began with Lin Wei. He had her stand with her back to one of the suspension rings, her hands clasped behind her back in a strict reverse prayer position. Then, he used the pink ropes to wrap and bind, not a simple knot, but a complex suspension knot – starting from her wrists, looping around her forearms, and securing at the elbows, fixing her arms completely behind her, rendering them immobile and unable to struggle. The ropes continued upwards, weaving an intricate pattern on her back, like a pink breastplate, finally connecting to the ceiling ring. "Tight?" he asked, his fingers checking each knot. "Tight…" Lin Wei whispered, trying to struggle. Her arms remained motionless. "But… it's okay…" Then it was Chen Yu's turn. The same binding method, but in the opposite direction – she faced Lin Wei, her back to the other suspension ring, her hands also bound behind her. The pink ropes wove the same pattern on her body. Both their wrists were secured at the point where the ropes connected to the ceiling rings. The length of the ropes was precisely calculated, forcing them close together, their knees touching, their breaths mingling, their noses only centimeters apart. "Lift them up," Lin Xiao commanded, pulling on the ropes. The two felt their bodies being pulled upwards, slowly rising from a kneeling position to a half-kneel, then their legs left the ground, completely suspended. Finally, they were hung facing each other – knees bent, legs dangling, toes about ten centimeters from the floor, their bodies leaning back slightly, chests pushed forward, wrists secured to the ceiling rings behind them, completely immobile, their entire weight supported by the ropes. The pink ropes left faint marks on their white skin, like a secret tattoo. "Comfortable?" Lin Xiao asked, adjusting the length of the ropes so their chests just touched, their noses aligned, their breaths intertwined. "This height… allows you to… feel each other, but… not truly touch. Not… help yourselves." As he spoke, he gently tugged at Lin Wei's camisole strap, letting the fabric slide further, revealing more skin. He repeated the same action on Chen Yu. Suspended face-to-face, their white camisoles translucent under the light, revealing the skin and rope marks beneath, their legs dangling, slightly parted, completely immobile, completely exposed. They could smell each other's breath, feel the rise and fall of each other's chests, and see their own reflections in each other's eyes. The intimacy, the inescapable intimacy, made them both blush. "Now…" Lin Xiao stepped back, admiring the scene. "Gags." He produced two gags – not ordinary ones, but ones with holes, allowing them to speak, but with a muffled, as if speaking with a mouth full of hot potatoes. He placed one on Lin Wei, the strap tightening behind her head, the pink ball forcing her mouth open, causing saliva to uncontrollably dribble from the corners of her mouth. Then he did the same for Chen Yu. "Try to speak," he ordered. "Mmmph…" Lin Wei tried, her voice turning into a muffled whimper because of the gag. "Can't… hear…" "Right," Lin Xiao smiled. "You can speak, but… not clearly. You can… understand each other, but it requires… effort. It requires… getting closer." As he spoke, he gently lifted Chen Yu's chin with his finger, bringing her closer to Lin Wei, their noses almost touching, their gags bumping against each other. "This way… you can hear clearly." Then he took out two bullet vibrators – butterfly-shaped, with wings, designed to be secured between the legs. He inserted one into each of their panties, securing them with tape between their legs, positioned precisely against their sensitive pearls, but… he didn't turn them on. "For later," he smiled, his finger hovering over the remote control. "If… you get too bored. Or… too calm. You can… turn each other on. But remember… whoever cries out first, whoever orgasms first… will have to sleep suspended tonight. The other one… can be unbound, can sleep." With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door and locking it, leaving the two of them suspended in the darkness. Silence initially. The two faced each other, noses only centimeters apart, able to smell each other's breath, feel the rise and fall of each other's chests, and see their own reflections in each other's eyes. The gags made their breathing heavy, saliva dribbled from the corners of their mouths, pooling on their chins, dripping onto the camisoles on their chests, forming dark wet patches. As the morning light pierced the living room through the seams of the curtains, Lin Xiao was already standing at the top of the stairs. He looked down at the three "cages" on the carpet – the off-white canvas straitjackets, appearing grayish in the dim light, like three giant cocoons. Lin Wei had her head tilted, a trace of dried drool still on her lips; Chen Yu was curled up, the straps of her straitjacket digging deep creases into the fabric; Zhou Ting was the only one awake, her eyes gleaming in the darkness, and she gave a slight nod when she saw him. "Morning," Lin Xiao descended the stairs, his footsteps unusually clear in the silence. He went to Zhou Ting first, crouching to check her condition – her breathing was steady, her skin color normal, her eyes clear. The canvas of the straitjacket was softened by sweat, emitting a scent mixed with body heat and leather. "Didn't sleep all night?" he asked. Zhou Ting made a muffled sound through her gag, which served as an answer. As a police officer, she was trained to stay alert even when restrained. But at this moment, her eyes held not fatigue, but a certain contentment. Lin Xiao untied the straps at her back, the canvas loosening, and Zhou Ting's arms regained their freedom, though her muscles were stiff as stone. She removed the gag and gasped for air, her first words being, "The other two... they cried midway. Lin Wei cried laughing, Chen Yu was..." "Was what?" "Comfortable," Zhou Ting lowered her voice. "She seemed... used to it." Lin Xiao's lips curved slightly as he walked towards Lin Wei. The process of unfastening the straitjacket was like a slow awakening. Strap by strap, the canvas peeled away from her skin, revealing the crisscrossing red marks beneath. Lin Wei's arms hung limply, devoid of sensation. She frowned, as if surfacing from deep water. "Sore..." she mumbled, her lips cracked. "Normal," Lin Xiao massaged her shoulders, his fingers pressing into the stiff muscles. "Blood flow returning, bear with it." The stinging sensation was like ants crawling, and Lin Wei bit her lip, tears welling up, but they were not tears of pain. She looked at Lin Xiao's focused profile and suddenly said, "You've become gentler." "Because you were good," Lin Xiao replied without looking up. When he finally unfastened Chen Yu, she was already asleep. The restraint of the straitjacket had paradoxically become a source of security, allowing her to find peace within the gag and bonds. As Lin Xiao removed her gag, she sleepily nuzzled his hand, like a cat. "Wake up," Lin Xiao patted her face. "Breakfast is ready." The breakfast was simple congee and pickles, but the four of them ate with exceptional relish. The hunger after a night of restraint made their taste buds sensitive, and even the pickles tasted delicious. Zhou Ting, now in casual clothes, sat opposite Lin Wei, hesitating to speak. "If you have something to say, say it," Lin Wei said, wiping her mouth. "Don't keep it in." with special forces personnel to improve their flexibility and crisis response capabilities. In the police academy, escape projects were always my weak point. So I was wondering... could I experience it too? I want to try if I can successfully escape after being tied up." Lin Wei and Chen Yu exchanged glances, seeing surprise in each other's eyes. This female police officer, who had been stern and official yesterday, warning them, was now proactively asking to be tied up today? The change was too sudden, too drastic. "You mean..." Lin Wei hesitated, her voice filled with disbelief, "you want us to tie you up?" "Yes," Zhou Ting nodded, trying to keep her expression natural. "Consider it a private training session. I brought my own equipment, and I promise, this has nothing to do with yesterday's investigation." As she spoke, she took out a bundle of brand-new hemp rope from her sports bag and placed it gently on the coffee table. The rope was sturdy yet had a supple sheen, clearly not ordinary. Lin Wei stared at the bundle of rope, her feelings incredibly complex. This person had been so high and mighty yesterday, and today she was offering herself up to be tied? The contrast made it difficult for her to process for a moment. But she also keenly caught something deeper in Zhou Ting's eyes—not mere curiosity, but a suppressed, almost yearning light. "Sis," Lin Xiao suddenly spoke, his voice low, with a clear hint of insinuation, "since Officer Zhou has this need, let's help her. Haven't you always wanted to try being the one in charge? This is the perfect opportunity." Lin Wei's heart skipped a beat. These past few days, she had always been the one tied up—tied by her brother, tied by Chen Yu, struggling, ashamed, trembling, and breaking down within the ropes. She had grown accustomed to that feeling of utter helplessness, of being at someone else's mercy. But now, looking at this tall, capable, and authoritative female police officer before her, she suddenly felt a strong, unprecedented urge. She wanted to try... being the one holding the rope, controlling everything. "Okay," Lin Wei stood up, her voice trembling slightly, but with an unprecedented firmness. "I'll tie you." Zhou Ting's eyes clearly brightened, a blush of anticipation appearing on her face: "Thank you. What... do I need to do to prepare?" Lin Wei took a deep breath, trying to recall her countless experiences of being tied up—the order of the ropes, the tightness, the various positions her body was forced into... She had never imagined that these details, memorized under duress, would one day become her weapon to control others. "Take off your jacket and lie down on the carpet," Lin Wei's voice gradually steadied. "Stretch your legs straight and place your hands behind your back." Zhou Ting obediently took off her white T-shirt, revealing the black sports bra underneath. She had a great figure, with well-proportioned shoulders, a strong waist that didn't lose its feminine curves, clearly someone who exercised regularly. She lay down on the carpet, assumed the position as instructed, her hands naturally behind her back, her breathing already quickening slightly. Lin Wei picked up the bundle of hemp rope, her fingers trembling slightly. This was her first time truly taking the lead in a rope bondage, and she had to do it well, not show any hesitation. "Vivian, do you need my help?" Chen Yu asked softly. Lin Wei shook her head: "No, I'll do it myself this time." She knelt beside Zhou Ting and began her first attempt at tying. First, the wrists. She crossed Zhou Ting's hands behind her back, palms facing each other, and then began to wrap the rope carefully around her wrists, coil by coil. She deliberately recalled Lin Xiao's technique when he tied her—not too tight to affect blood circulation, but not too loose, or it would lose its binding purpose. The rope dug into her skin, leaving faint red marks. "Is it tight?" Lin Wei asked in a low voice. "It's okay... a little tighter," Zhou Ting's voice was slightly muffled. "In a real situation, the kidnapper wouldn't hold back." Lin Wei's heart rate clearly accelerated. This police officer seemed to be truly immersed in the role. She continued to wrap the rope up her arms. Zhou Ting's muscles were taut and strong, and she needed to use some force to secure the rope. This feeling of having another person completely under her control made her both nervous and strangely excited—from the perspective of the binder, the bound person's body was so compliant and vulnerable. "Next is the 'four-horse-man' tie," Lin Wei said softly, a hint of excitement in her voice that she herself hadn't noticed. "Are you sure you want to try this? This position... will be very uncomfortable." "I'm sure," Zhou Ting's voice was firm, yet with a slight tremor. "I want to challenge my limits." Lin Wei nodded and began the most crucial and complex part. She first bent Zhou Ting's legs, pulling her ankles towards her thighs, and used the rope to tie her calves and thighs tightly together. The rope dug deeply into the fabric of her jeans, outlining the firm muscle lines of her legs. Zhou Ting's flexibility was indeed outstanding, and this position wasn't too difficult for her. Then came the hardest part—connecting her hands and feet behind her back. Lin Wei had Zhou Ting lift her tied feet upwards while reaching her hands back as far as possible, precisely connecting the ropes behind her back. This required precise calculation of the rope's length and angle to form a perfect arc with the body. "It might hurt a little..." Lin Wei warned. "It's okay, go ahead." Lin Wei took a deep breath and tightened the connecting rope with force. The oversized pink gag stretched her mouth to its absolute limit, pulling the corners taut. Saliva, clear and unchecked, dripped relentlessly down her chin, pooling into a small wet stain on the carpet. Her eyes were bloodshot, a testament to the exhaustion from prolonged, violent struggles, and the deep anxiety and frustration of inescapable captivity. Lin Wei sat on the sofa, legs crossed, a freshly brewed cup of coffee in her hand. She watched silently as Zhou Ting writhed futilely on the carpet, an unprecedented, peculiar sense of satisfaction surging within her. Is this what it feels like to control someone? To watch a once strong, confident, authoritative female police officer, now completely conquered by her own ropes, unable to move, only able to drool and emit pathetic, helpless whimpers… This reversal of power brought a thrill far more intense than when she herself was bound. "Time's up," Lin Wei said, setting down her coffee cup. Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "You failed to escape." Zhou Ting's body stiffened abruptly, a flicker of obvious panic flashing in her eyes. She knew all too well what "the punishment will continue to escalate" meant. That seemingly casual rule now sounded like a judgment. Lin Wei stood up and slowly walked over to her, crouching down to examine the disheveled police officer. Zhou Ting's face was flushed crimson, her hair messy, clinging to her forehead and cheeks. The gag caused her saliva to constantly overflow, soaking her chin and the fabric of her shirt, making her look both pathetic and strangely alluring. "According to the rules," Lin Wei whispered, her fingers tracing slowly upwards along Zhou Ting's calf, tightened by the ropes, "the loser accepts the punishment." Her fingertips brushed against the denim of her jeans, sending a subtle, tantalizing tingle through Zhou Ting's body. Zhou Ting immediately trembled, emitting muffled, rapid whimpers. "However..." Lin Wei suddenly turned to look at Chen Yu, who was sitting beside them, a knowing smile curving her lips. "Xiao Yu, would you like to join?" Chen Yu blinked in surprise, then her eyes lit up. These past few days, she had been in a relatively passive position in their dynamic, often an observer or a facilitator. Now, Lin Wei was actively inviting her to take part in controlling the bound police officer, igniting a long-suppressed excitement within her. "Can... can I?" Chen Yu's voice trembled slightly, but her anticipation was palpable. "Of course," Lin Wei said, reaching out and pulling her closer. "She's our 'captive' now. We'll punish her together." Zhou Ting listened to their conversation, her eyes wide with terror. She shook her head desperately, trying to protest, but the gag silenced all words, reducing them to more urgent, pathetic "whimpers." Her body thrashed violently within the spread-eagle restraint, but she couldn't even roll over, only managing to make the ropes dig in deeper. Lin Wei and Chen Yu exchanged a glance, a similar smile appearing on both their faces. It was the smile of a hunter looking at prey, of a dominator looking at the utterly conquered, tinged with a hint of cruelty, yet brimming with excitement. "You know," Lin Wei leaned down and whispered into Zhou Ting's ear, her warm breath fanning her sensitive earlobe, "in police academy, you must have learned all sorts of endurance training – pain, cold, hunger… but there's one torment that no training can teach." Her fingers gently brushed against Zhou Ting's side, and through the thin sports tank top, Lin Wei could clearly feel the tautness of the skin beneath and the slight shiver. "It's... tickling." Zhou Ting's pupils contracted sharply. Her body instinctively tried to curl up, but the spread-eagle restraint held her firmly in that humiliating arched position. "No... *whimper*... don't..." she pleaded vaguely, but all her words were distorted by the gag into broken whimpers. Lin Wei gave her no chance to breathe, her fingertips diving directly into her armpit. "*Whimper whimper whimper—!!!*" Zhou Ting's body jolted as if struck by high voltage, thrashing violently within the limits allowed by the ropes. Her eyes widened instantly, her mouth stretched to its maximum by the gag, saliva spraying wildly. "Hahahaha… *whimper*… don't!!! *Whimper whimper whimper*—!!!" Lin Wei's fingers moved rapidly in her armpit, sometimes circling with her fingertips, sometimes lightly scratching with her nails. The cleanly shaven skin was incredibly sensitive, and every touch made Zhou Ting's whole body tremble, as if a thousand ants were crawling beneath her skin. "How is it, Officer Zhou?" Lin Wei's voice held a cruel gentleness. "This is the punishment for failing to escape." "*Whimper whimper*… Hahahaha… Don't… *whimper*… I can't take it… Hahahaha…" Zhou Ting laughed, tears streaming down her face, her body struggling desperately against the ropes. But the more she struggled, the tighter the spread-eagle restraint became, leaving her with nowhere to escape. Sweat trickled down her back, mixing with her saliva, thoroughly soaking her clothes. Chen Yu watched from the side, her heart pounding faster. She had never seen Lin Wei display such a proactive and dominant side. This possessiveness both surprised and thrilled her. "Wei Wei jie," she whispered, "can I try too?" Lin Wei smiled and moved aside. Chen Yu, a little nervous yet eager, reached out and, mimicking Lin Wei, slipped her fingers into Zhou Ting's other armpit. "*Whimper ahhhhhh—!!!*" The double assault instantly broke Zhou Ting. Lin Wei and Chen Yu attacked from left and right, their four hands working simultaneously in her armpits, sometimes circling, sometimes moving up and down, sometimes scratching with their nails, sometimes poking rapidly. "*Whimper whimper*… Hahahaha… Please… *whimper*… stop tickling… Hahahaha… I really can't take it anymore… *Whimper whimper whimper*…" Zhou Ting's laughter became broken and pathetic through the gag. Her body writhed madly in the spread-eagle restraint, her back arching and falling, her hips swaying helplessly in the air, her legs bound together and only able to tremble. Tears and saliva mixed, drawing long threads from her chin as they dripped onto the carpet. "Officer Zhou, your endurance seems to be lacking," Lin Wei said, tickling her, her tone laced with mockery. "Is this the result of your police academy training?" "*Whimper*… Hahahaha… I was wrong… *whimper*… I surrender… Hahahaha… Please… *whimper whimper whimper*… stop… I'm going crazy…" Zhou Ting was completely broken. All her police dignity, all her professional composure, had crumbled before this extreme tickle torture. She was now just a pathetic woman, bound in a spread-eagle, gagged and drooling, being tickled by two young girls until she cried and begged for mercy. Lin Wei looked at her, a surge of intense satisfaction and pleasure washing over her. This was the taste of power – watching someone once high and mighty, completely submit under her control, crying out for mercy, yet unable to even perform the most basic act of evasion. The air in the room seemed to solidify, carrying a mixed scent of sweat, rubber, and something illicit. Zhou Ting knelt on the carpet, the black collar around her neck swaying gently with each breath, the tiny bell emitting a faint, crisp jingle. Her head was bowed, her disheveled hair clinging to her sweaty cheeks, making her look both pathetic and submissive. Lin Wei stood before her, looking down at the female police officer who had coldly warned her just yesterday. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and control surged through her. The oversized gag still dangled from Zhou Ting's mouth, saliva dripping down her chin and soaking the front of her clothes. "It seems Officer Zhou has learned how to be obedient," Lin Wei said softly, but with a clear hint of mockery. She reached out a finger and gently lifted Zhou Ting's chin. "Then let's take this out." She unbuckled the strap behind Zhou Ting's head and slowly withdrew the saliva-slicked gag. A wet, sticky sound accompanied its removal from her lips. "Cough... cough cough... Haaah..." Zhou Ting gasped for air, a glistening thread of saliva stretching from her lips. Her voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "I... I'll do anything... Just please, don't tickle me anymore... I beg you..." Her eyes were filled with the confusion and exhaustion of utter surrender. Lin Wei smiled in satisfaction and began to untie the ropes binding Zhou Ting's wrists and ankles. The ropes unraveled, revealing deep red marks beneath. Zhou Ting gently moved her stiff wrists and shoulders. Her legs, finally freed from the prolonged spread-eagle position, didn't immediately stand. She remained kneeling, as if still adjusting to the sudden freedom. "Get up," Lin Wei extended her hand, her tone commanding. "Go wash your face, and then we—" Before she could finish, everything changed. Zhou Ting's lowered eyes snapped open, the confusion and weakness instantly vanishing, replaced by a sharp, knife-like glint. Her movements were astonishingly fast, leaving Lin Wei no time to react. "Clang!" The crisp sound of metal striking metal exploded in the room. Lin Wei felt a sudden chill on her wrists as a pair of cold, hard handcuffs clamped firmly around her hands. "You—!" Lin Wei's eyes widened, her face a mask of shock and disbelief. Zhou Ting had already stood up. Though her hair was messy and her clothes soaked with sweat, the upright bearing and authority of a police officer had instantly returned. She held another pair of handcuffs in her hand, a meaningful curve to her lips, her eyes blazing with the satisfaction of revenge. "Miss Lin," Zhou Ting's voice had regained its initial calm, with an added touch of mockery. "Did you enjoy yourself just now?" "Zhou Ting! What are you doing?!" Lin Wei struggled desperately, the handcuffs rattling, but tightening further. "Let me go!" "Let you go?" Zhou Ting chuckled, circling behind Lin Wei and grabbing her cuffed hands, pulling them back forcefully. "When you two tied me up in the spread-eagle, gagged me, and tickled me, did you think about letting me go then?" With a sudden shove, Lin Wei stumbled forward several steps, nearly falling. Zhou Ting seized the opportunity to pull her hands behind her back and secure them with the second pair of handcuffs. Now Lin Wei's hands were cuffed behind her back with two sets of police-issue handcuffs, rendering her completely immobile. "Zhou Ting! Are you crazy?!" Lin Wei's voice was a mixture of shock and fury, her tone changing. "This is illegal! Unlock them now!" "Illegal?" Zhou Ting walked in front of her, reaching out to lift her chin, her gaze dangerous and intense. "When you tied me up so I couldn't move, and tickled me until I was about to die laughing, why didn't you mention it was illegal?" Her fingers gently traced Lin Wei's cheek, the touch icy, sending a shiver down Lin Wei's spine. "We... we were just playing a private game..." Lin Wei's voice began to tremble. She finally realized the situation had completely spiraled out of control. "A private game?" Zhou Ting sneered, her gaze sweeping over Lin Wei. "The collar you put on me earlier had a bell. If I take you two back to the station now, what do you think my colleagues will think? A beautiful girl tied up like that, with a collar, a gag, spread-eagle..." Lin Wei's face turned ashen. Zhou Ting watched her terrified reaction, her smile deepening. She turned and took out her police ID and car keys from her sports bag, flashing them in front of Lin Wei. "Now, let's talk terms," she said, settling comfortably on the sofa, crossing her legs, her posture elegant yet imposing. "These handcuffs are standard police issue. The keys..." She paused deliberately, then pulled out a set of keys from her pocket, dangling them before Lin Wei's eyes before suddenly retracting them with an innocent smile. "Sorry, I was in a hurry this morning and only brought the handcuffs, not the keys." "What?!" Lin Wei's eyes widened, on the verge of collapse. "Zhou Ting, what exactly do you want?!" "It's simple," Zhou Ting stood up, walking towards her and gently patting her face. "You are now officially 'detained.' Either you stay cuffed like this until I go back to the station this afternoon to get the keys. Or—" Her fingers slid lightly along Lin Wei's cuffed wrists, her voice low and seductive. "Come back to the police station with me now, and I'll unlock them on the spot." Lin Wei's body stiffened completely. Go to the police station? In her current state – hands cuffed behind her back with police-issue handcuffs, clothes disheveled, her face still flushed from the earlier control and streaked with tears... If anyone saw her, her life would be over. "You... you did this on purpose..." Lin Wei's voice trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. "Zhou Ting, you can't do this to me..." "Can't I?" Zhou Ting chuckled, leaning down close to her, whispering in her ear. "When you tied me up earlier, you didn't say that. You called me your 'police dog,' said I should wag my tail, be obedient, and please my master. Now, who is the pet?" Her fingers suddenly slid to Lin Wei's side, gently tickling her. "Ah—Hahaha... No! Zhou Ting... Hahaha... Please..." Lin Wei shrieked, her body jolting, but with her hands cuffed behind her, she couldn't escape, only wriggle in place. Zhou Ting's eyes gleamed brighter, her fingers continuing to target her most sensitive spots. "Everything I said earlier was true. Ever since I saw that video of you two at the beach, I became interested in you. The way you were tied up in the spread-eagle, struggling in the tide... I've watched it many times." She continued, tickling Lin Wei's sides and underarms. "I didn't come to find you yesterday for any investigation. I just wanted to see what the beautiful and domineering girl in the video was like in person." "Hahaha... Stop... Zhou Ting... Hahahaha... I beg you..." Lin Wei laughed until tears streamed down her face, her body twisting frantically in the room, but with her hands securely cuffed behind her, she could only struggle like a helpless little animal. Sweat trickled down her cheeks, mixing with her tears, her hair completely disheveled. Watching her like this, Zhou Ting's breathing grew heavier. "Do you know? When you tied me up and tickled me earlier, although I felt both ashamed and uncomfortable... I've never been so excited. And now—" The same process, the same shame, the same anticipation. Zhou Ting put on the plug, its base connected to a white rabbit tail, a stark contrast to her demeanor; Chen Yu wore a pink cat tail, her petite and cute appearance even more pitiable. All three were clad in silver chastity cages, locked with small padlocks. Nipple clamps, connected by chains, swayed gently in front of their chests. "Finally," Lin Xiao took out the ropes, "is the restraint." He bound their hands behind their backs, but this time it was more rigorous – a hogtie combined with suspension. The ropes wound from their wrists to their shoulders, then connected to a ceiling hook, forcing them to kneel but pulling their upper bodies up, their chests pushed forward, the chains of the nipple clamps tightening. "Gags," Lin Xiao produced three black gags, larger than the previous ones, "put them on. Then, a two-hour placement." The gags were inserted, the straps buckled. The corners of their mouths were stretched to their limits, saliva began to secrete, flowing down their chins and dripping onto the silver metal of the chastity cages, making a soft "drip, drip" sound. Lin Xiao stepped back a few paces, admiring his "work." The three women knelt on the carpet, lined up. Their white leotards were soaked with sweat, their pantyhose clinging wetly to their legs. The silver chastity cages gleamed coldly at their waists, the chains of the nipple clamps swaying gently, gags filling their mouths, saliva flowing freely. The suspension forced their chests high, the tails of the plugs hanging between their legs like three tamed pets. "Perfect," he whispered, "now, the placement begins." He sat on the sofa, picked up a book, and began to read, as if nothing were happening in the living room. But the three women knew that placement did not mean peace. The metal of the chastity cages pressed against their skin, growing warm with their body heat, making their presence even more palpable. The plugs filled their bodies, creating a constant sense of fullness, impossible to remove, impossible to ignore. The pressure from the nipple clamps caused a continuous ache at the tips, a pain intertwined with pleasure that drove them mad. Even more terrifying was that although the vibrators had been removed, they had been trained to extreme sensitivity. Every inch of their bodies craved stimulation but received none. Time ticked by, second by second. Lin Wei's consciousness began to blur. The suspension made her shoulders ache, the metal of the chastity cage chafed her skin, the pain from the nipple clamps was relentless, and the fullness of the plug was impossible to ignore. She wanted to writhe, to struggle, to seek release, but the restraints were too tight; any movement was futile. She looked at Zhou Ting and Chen Yu beside her. Their eyes were equally unfocused, saliva streaming down their chins, leaving messy trails on their leotards. Their gazes met, and they saw the same longing in each other's eyes – a longing to be touched, to be tormented, to climax. But Lin Xiao merely read his book, occasionally turning a page, occasionally taking a sip of coffee, as if they were mere furniture, mere decorations. An hour passed. Lin Wei's tears welled up. This feeling of being ignored was more terrible than any torment. They were locked, bound, and filled, yet ignored, like a tool waiting to be used but not receiving its master's attention. "Mmmph mmmph—" she let out broken whimpers, trying to attract attention. Lin Xiao looked up, glanced at her, and a smile played on his lips: "Impatient?" He stood up, walked in front of the three women, squatted down, and gently traced the chain of Lin Wei's nipple clamp with his finger. "Beg me," he whispered, "beg me to torment you." "Mmmph mmmph... beg... beg..." The three women nodded desperately, tears streaming down their faces, their eyes filled with pleading. Lin Xiao nodded with satisfaction, then—he picked up the remote control. But the remote did not control the vibrators; it controlled the chastity cages. He pressed the switch, and a slight vibration began inside each of their chastity cages—miniature vibrators built within, subtler than the previous ones, but more persistent, more impossible to ignore. "Go change into your uniform." Lin Xiao took out a box from under the sofa. "This is your submissive attire." Inside the box was a white latex catsuit, with a high neck, long sleeves, and an open crotch design. It came with matching white thigh-high stockings and a ball gag. Chen Yu took the clothes upstairs and came down ten minutes later, already changed. The white latex clung to her skin like a second layer, completely encasing her body. The collar rose to her chin, exposing her slender neck; the open crotch design left her most intimate parts exposed to the air, yet felt even more shameful. "Kneel." Lin Xiao commanded. Chen Yu knelt, her knees making a dull thud on the carpet. Lin Xiao took out ropes and began to bind her. He used a reverse hogtie – Chen Yu's hands were crossed behind her back, the rope wrapping tightly from her wrists to her shoulders, each loop constricting severely. Beneath the white latex, rope marks were faintly visible, like creeping vines. "Next," Lin Xiao produced a white inflatable ball gag, "put this in." Chen Yu opened her mouth, obediently allowing the ball gag to be inserted. Lin Xiao began to inflate it, a "hissing" sound filling the air as the ball expanded in her mouth, stretching her jaw and pressing down on her tongue. "Mmph—" Chen Yu's eyes widened, saliva began to pool and trickle down the corners of her mouth, leaving streaks on the white latex. Lin Xiao continued to inflate, until the corners of her mouth were stretched to their limit and tears welled up. Then, he wrapped several layers of white tape around her mouth, sealing it completely. "Finally," he produced another item – a white latex bondage bag, "get in." Chen Yu's eyes widened. The bag looked like it could only fit one person, its interior smooth and without any openings. Lin Xiao helped her lie down, then began to pull the bondage bag up from her feet. The latex rubbed against her skin with a "squeaking" sound. The bag moved upwards, encasing her legs, waist, and chest, finally reaching her neck. Her head was left exposed, but her body was completely confined within the latex, unable to move even her fingers. Lin Xiao zipped up the top and then tied a leather strap around her neck, securing it. Now, Chen Yu was completely encased in the white latex bondage bag, with only her head exposed. The ball gag blocked her mouth, tape sealed it shut, and her hands were bound behind her back in a reverse hogtie. She was like a butterfly cocooned, utterly immobile. "One hour," Lin Xiao glanced at his watch. "During this time, I will 'take care' of you." He took out a feather and, starting from Chen Yu's neck, gently swept it across her cheeks, behind her ears, and over her collarbone. Then, the feather slid into the neckline of the bondage bag, drawing circles on her sensitive chest. "Mmmph—" Chen Yu let out broken whimpers, her body writhing within the latex bag, but the restraint was too tight; any struggle was futile. The sensation of the feather was amplified by the latex, becoming even more intense. She giggled, tears streaming down her face, unable to escape. Lin Xiao then produced ice cubes and pressed them against the inside of her thighs through the latex. The biting cold penetrated the latex, causing her to gasp, but the ball gag made her breathing difficult. She emitted more urgent whimpers, her body trembling violently. Finally, he took out a Taser, set it to the lowest setting, and lightly touched her side through the latex. "Mmmph-Mmmph-Mmmph!!!" Chen Yu's body arched sharply, her muscles spasming. Tears and saliva mixed, leaving a pathetic trail on the white latex. An hour later, the bondage bag was unzipped, and Chen Yu collapsed onto the carpet, gasping for air. Her white latex was soaked with sweat, becoming even more transparent. "First round complete," Lin Xiao nodded with satisfaction. "Your turn, Xiaobai. Who do you want to train?"

Oh no! I got carried away and tied up my own sister!

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