My wife buried alive at the start, my happiness knows no bounds.

"What... Honey... You said immortality?" I looked at my wife, Qi Yanran, who was smiling enchantingly, stunningly beautiful and delicate, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Don't joke, how is that possible." "It's true, husband, I'm not lying to you!" My wife, Qi Yanran, nodded seriously and said, "This all started on the day we got married!" "Hmm? We've been married for half a year, how come you never mentioned it?" I was stunned and asked curiously. "Listen to me slowly!" A faint blush spread across my wife's charming face as she recounted the events. Speaking of which, the greatest happiness in my life, Zhao Wei, is probably marrying such a beautiful wife as Qi Yanran. What's even more exciting is that we both share the same hobby: we are both enthusiasts of extreme restraint and bondage. I am the S, and she is the M. For the past six months, we've indulged in thrilling and decadent bondage games almost every day. After each session, my wife would always murmur regretfully that she couldn't enjoy the thrill of being restrained and bound for extended periods. And today, as soon as I got home from work, my wife eagerly pulled me down and revealed a shocking, utterly preposterous secret: she had become immortal. It turns out that on our wedding day, Qi Yanran awakened a masochistic reward system. In just half a year, under my constant play and torment, she had accumulated nearly ten million in rewards. Qi Yanran had originally planned to tell me about the system in the next few days. But unexpectedly, yesterday, my wife and I were playing a suffocation game in a vacuum bag. My wife said she wanted to experience the sensation of passing out, so I immediately evacuated the vacuum bag and set a timer for five minutes. Under normal circumstances, my wife holding her breath in a vacuum bag for five minutes would be just enough to make her dizzy without any danger to her life. However, yesterday, I don't know if it was because my wife struggled too intensely, or because she wasn't prepared beforehand, but before the five minutes were up, she passed out from suffocation. I didn't realize it at the time. Just as my wife, Qi Yanran, thought she would die happily, the system popped up. It expended all its energy to transform her body into an immortal one, and then fell into a deep sleep, stating that it needed to recover energy, with no set time for awakening. "Hiss..." After listening to my wife's account, I couldn't help but gasp. "So, you're truly immortal now?" "Mmm-hmm..." My wife nodded with a delicate laugh, her bright eyes narrowing into slits. "I tried it at home today. It seems to be true, absolutely certain..." "Oh... you tried it? How did you try it?" I asked in surprise. "Mmm... I cut myself with a knife..." A faint blush spread across my wife's charming face as she raised a wrist and waved it at me. "Husband, guess what? It hurt a bit, but not a single drop of blood flowed. And in just ten minutes, the wound healed completely, leaving no trace!" "Hiss... You... How could you be so reckless!" I immediately grabbed her wrist and examined it carefully. Well, there were indeed no marks. Her skin was as delicate as congealed fat, fair and tender. If my wife hadn't insisted so vehemently, I would have suspected she was lying to me. "Hehe... It's fine now, isn't it..." my wife said with a smile. "That's not acceptable. You should have used a safer method to verify!" I put down my wife's wrist and said with concern, "It must have hurt a lot at the time!" "Mmm... a little bit... but it wasn't as painful as I imagined... It seemed... hmm... I can't quite describe it... it was similar to when you used the whip on me... and... and it was quite pleasurable..." My wife's face was flushed, and a hint of excitement and longing flickered in her eyes. She looked away slightly, appearing even more alluring and beautiful. "Uh... your masochistic tendencies seem to have become even more... intense..." I shook my head with a wry smile. "Hehe... Of course... Isn't it said online that people who like SM tend to have increasingly intense tastes? Aren't you the same, husband? Hehe..." My wife's enchanting smile sent a tremor through my heart. Looking at her graceful and slender figure, the thick, hard erection beneath her skirt couldn't help but stir, slowly filling with blood and swelling, creating a prominent bulge in my pants. My wife's gaze flickered, and she immediately noticed the change between my legs. A subtle smile played on her lips. She reached between my legs, cupped my thick, hard erection through my pants, and began to stroke and caress it gently. "Oh right, husband, what was the safer method you mentioned!" "Hiss..." An extreme wave of pleasure and numbness swept through my lower body, making me tremble uncontrollably. I leaned back slightly, resting against the sofa's backrest, and let out a sharp intake of breath, a low groan escaping from the depths of my throat. "What other method could there be? Didn't you gain immortality during the suffocation yesterday? We can use suffocation to verify this point!" I nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, wife. But now that you have immortality, you can achieve many things you couldn't before. So, what do you want to experience the most right now?" "Being buried alive, of course!" my wife replied without hesitation. "Husband... I've wanted to experience this for a very, very long time. You always said it was dangerous and uncontrollable before, but now you can agree, right?" My heart trembled. "Are... are you sure?" "Hehe... Of course, I'm sure!" My wife's already flushed face grew even redder, her expression filled with anticipation. "Boundless darkness, tight restraints, confinement with no room to move, and the sense of security from blending in with the surroundings, not being discovered... Mmm... Just thinking about it makes me so excited, so incredibly thrilled!" Seeing my wife practically vibrating with excitement, her thick erection in my palm swelling to the point of bursting, I nodded. "Alright, as you wish. But before I bury you, let me have my fill first, hehe..." "Yes! Husband... Yanran's body is yours to use, anytime, any way you want..." my wife giggled. I untied the ribbon and removed the plastic bag from her head. My wife immediately resumed breathing, panting heavily. A hint of dissatisfaction flickered across her lips as she said, "Oh, husband, I wasn't done enjoying myself yet, why did you take it off!" I chuckled, "Hehe," and pulled the stocking mask upwards, revealing my wife's tender lips. Without a word, I pushed her head down between my legs. "Hiss... Ah..." My thick, hard cock plunged deep into my wife's throat, instantly filling her mouth completely. The extreme tightness and electrifying pleasure surged through me, causing me to tremble uncontrollably, gasp for air, and let out a low roar. "Mmm... Mmm..." My wife writhed beneath me, emitting muffled moans. The gaze she cast at me through the thin stocking was filled with adoration and worship. A trickle of clear saliva escaped the corner of her mouth, a scene brimming with endless, seductive allure. After a long while, my wife reluctantly pulled back slightly, spitting my thick cock out of her throat. Panting, she turned her head and coughed softly a couple of times before looking up at me with infatuated eyes. I looked down at my wife's exquisitely beautiful face. Even through the thin stocking, she was even more captivating and alluring. My cock twitched violently, my entire body burning with desire. My wife's delicate hand flipped over, and bundles of hemp rope were neatly stacked on the sofa beside me. It was incredibly convenient, making me even more curious about her so-called system. Unfurling a bundle of rope, my wife's graceful body trembled slightly as she slowly shed her clothes. In no time, she was completely naked, her entire body exposed to the air before me. Even after being married for half a year, and having seen this scene countless times, I couldn't help but be stirred every time I laid eyes on her magnificent body. Because I'm not bragging, my wife is simply too beautiful. Not to mention her stunning face, which rivals that of any popular celebrity, and the rarity of it being completely natural, untouched by any artificial enhancements. Her figure is also one in a million – slender and graceful, with a large bust, a tiny waist, a full and perky derrière, and long legs, forming a perfect S-curve. It's as if adding an inch would make her fat, and losing an inch would make her thin. She's like a beautiful fairy stepping out of a painting. "Husband..." My wife, seeing me staring at her, her eyes shining with boundless adoration, whispered softly. She then knelt on the floor and slowly turned around, placing her hands behind her back in a "Buddha's Hands Behind the Back" pose. Seeing my wife's obedient and docile demeanor, my entire body trembled with excitement. The "Buddha's Hands Behind the Back" restraint is my wife's favorite binding position because it's tight, stimulating, and provides her with the greatest sense of confinement and restriction. Without hesitation, I grabbed the hemp rope and tightly bound her wrists together, then threaded the rope through and tightened it, creating a snug figure-eight loop that bound her wrists together, leaving no gap between them, ensuring they stayed pressed tightly against each other, unable to separate even slightly. With practiced ease, ropes danced between my fingertips, following the line of my wife's pressed-together forearms. At intervals, I tied tight figure-eight loops, soon binding her arms together, leaving no space between them, a seamless, inseparable unit. The intense sensation of restraint elicited a series of seductive moans from my wife, echoing through the living room, filling the air with a unique, alluring rhythm. My hands trembled with excitement as I pulled the rope, looping it around her body. I secured two tight bindings above and below her ample breasts, then brought the rope around to her back, cinching it down hard. This expertly bound her entire upper body into a breathtakingly sensual "back-tied Kannon" pose. Now, my wife's upper body was ensnared in a dense web of rope. I had pulled each strand taut, digging deeply into her tender skin. I knew she craved this extreme tightness, and with her newfound immortality, there was no risk. Thus, I tightened every knot to its absolute limit. The intense sensation of flesh being compressed, coupled with the stunning, unconventional visual, hit me with full force, making my breathing ragged. "Mmm... so tight... Husband... I love it so much..." my wife knelt on the floor, her upper body writhing slightly. She spoke with a seductive lilt. Her two enormous breasts, squeezed by the tight bindings above and below, appeared even firmer and rounder, pushing out defiantly from between the ropes like twin peaks, high and proud. As she shifted, they jiggled and swayed, a perfect embodiment of surging waves, leaving me dizzy. The thick, hard length between my legs was swelling, close to bursting. I unfurled a new coil of rope, threading it through the bindings at my wife's back and pulling it tight. Then, I passed the rope through a metal hook suspended from the ceiling in front of the sofa and yanked down hard. "Mmm..." The strain of the rope forced my wife to slowly rise from the floor, her feet barely touching the ground. Suspended by the ropes, she swayed precariously, her body oscillating gently. A powerful sense of accomplishment and conquest surged through me, pulling me deeper into the moment, my heart overflowing with boundless happiness and satisfaction. The rope was stretched taut, knotted securely behind my wife. A new idea sparked in my mind. I uncoiled another rope and tied two tight, firm loops around my wife's neck. "Urk... Hus... Husband... oh..." The rope dug fiercely into my wife's fair, tender neck, instantly constricting her breathing. Even her speech became fragmented. A flush spread across her delicate face, but her eyes were filled with adoration and pleasure. It was as if my actions weren't an act of torment, but one of tenderness and affection. I threaded the rope through the metal hook above and pulled it tight, until my wife's eyes rolled back slightly, her breathing clearly cut off. Then, I knotted the rope securely behind her back. "Urk... urk..." My wife's entire body trembled and swayed under the restraint of the ropes. Unconscious moans emanated from deep within her throat. The blush on her delicate face deepened, a tide of crimson washing over her, making her look exquisitely beautiful, alluring, and decadent. "Husband... oh... so... so stimulating... Ah... You're amazing, Husband... Oh... I... I feel like... I'm flying... Ah..." My wife's words came in broken bursts, expressing how much she loved the unique thrill I was giving her. I could clearly see that her legs were now slick with moisture. The glistening nectar seemed to have lost all control, flowing freely down her tender cleft, shimmering with an intensely decadent allure under the light. My wife writhed and trembled in a state of complete surrender. The ineffable beauty and helplessness that emanated from her stirred endless ripples within me, spreading through my limbs and body. Overwhelmed with excitement, I uncoiled a new rope and began to bind her ankle. I tied two tight loops around my wife's ankle, then pulled upwards, bending her leg at the knee so her calf pressed tightly against her thigh. Without pause, I pulled the rope, wrapping and binding it around her elegant leg. Now, only the tips of my wife's toes touched the ground. She writhed and trembled under the suspension of the ropes, barely maintaining her balance. The intense sensation of restraint left her eyes hazy, a thin mist seeming to gather in their depths, on the verge of condensing into tears that would fall from the corners of her eyes. I chuckled and shook my head, "Alright, alright. I'll give you ten minutes to get your body in peak condition, and then we'll start, okay!" My wife nodded, "Okay, then I'll put on a latex suit first, hehe..." As she spoke, she took out a black, full-body latex suit and slowly began to put it on. This latex suit was custom-made for her. The black latex started from her feet and, with a gentle pull, crept upwards, clinging tightly to her delicate, fair skin without a single wrinkle, looking absolutely flawless. "Mmm... Husband... This latex feels like a second skin, snug and elastic, it feels so good... Oh..." my wife murmured as she dressed, a deeper blush spreading across her beautiful face. "Mmm... Husband, don't just watch, come help me..." "Oh, oh... Wife, you're too beautiful, I... I'm mesmerized... Hehe..." I sheepishly smiled and went to help. The soft, thin latex felt amazing, smooth and fine, making me reluctant to let go for a moment. With my help, the full-body latex suit smoothly enveloped my wife's entire body, from her delicate feet to her long, elegant legs, over her full, perky buttocks, her slender waist, her large breasts, all the way up to just below her neck. "Mmm... So tight... So comfortable..." The latex suit had separate fingers and toes, causing my wife to involuntarily caress herself, letting out soft, seductive moans that echoed through the room. The thin black latex clung to my wife's graceful, curvaceous body, showcasing her perfect S-curve to perfection. Under the light, it exuded an intensely decadent and alluring sheen, looking so seductive and breathtakingly beautiful that the thick, hard erection between my legs once again stood tall, quivering and swaying in the air, veins bulging, as hard as iron. "Hehe..." My wife glanced at the ferocious and tempting sight beneath my pants, a boundless smile playing on her lips. "Husband, can you still hold it in?" "Hmph..." I rubbed my nose and nodded fiercely, "What is this? After I send you off, I'll come back, take a shower, and forget all about it!" "Tch..." My wife playfully rolled her eyes, picked up a tight leather corset, and handed it to me, smiling, "Then, husband, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and start, your wife can't wait any longer!" I took the leather corset and fastened it around my wife's slender waist, buckling the metal clasps in the front and pulling the drawstring in the back tighter and tighter. "Mmm..." Accompanied by my wife's seductive moans, the leather corset slowly cinched together behind her back, making her soft waist even more slender, as if one could grasp it with outstretched hands. I pulled the drawstring as tight as it would go and tied it off. Looking at my wife's graceful, alluring back, I felt my nostrils heat up, as if I would get a nosebleed any second. I shook my head fiercely, suppressing my almost uncontrollable desire, and proactively said, "Then, wife, I'm starting now, okay!" "Mmm-hmm... Husband, hurry... I've been waiting for this day for a long time!" my wife murmured, the excitement in her eyes growing more intense. After a moment's thought, I picked up the fully charged old mobile phone, adjusted it, and placed it in my wife's right palm. Then, I brought five pairs of flesh-colored mid-calf socks and, stretching them open, put them on her hands one by one. The thin stockings were layered on, pulled up to her armpits, completely encasing her arms. Each arm was covered with five layers, leaving no room for her fingers to move and preventing the phone from falling. "Mmm... Husband... This... is amazing... Hehe..." My wife giggled, lifting her arms to look, her eyes filled with endless excitement. Next, I picked up black heavy-duty tape and wrapped it around her hands, layer by layer, from her wrists upwards, until the stockings were completely hidden. I tightened each layer of tape fiercely, severely restricting her finger movement, allowing her only just enough dexterity to press the phone's buttons. I had her try it, and when she successfully dialed my number, I clapped my hands with satisfaction, unfurled a bundle of hemp rope, and twisted her hands behind her back. "Mmm... Husband, make it tighter this time!" my wife murmured, offering no resistance. Her hands and arms, however, cooperatively assumed a "Buddha's Hand" position behind her back. Her hands had already become two black spheres, exuding a unique allure and beauty. The hemp rope was tightly bound around your wife's clasped wrists, forming two loops. It then passed through the center, tightening and securing into a snug figure-eight noose. Through the tape, stockings, and latex, your wife's wrists were bound and restrained together, leaving no gap between them, not even a fraction of an inch. "Mmm... Ah... Husband, tighter... Oh... So exciting... So eager... Ah..." your wife moaned, her delicate face flushed with an endless, seductive blush. Her entire body trembled within the thin black latex, clearly on the verge of ecstasy. "Heh heh... Wife, is this really okay?" I asked, still a little worried, as I continued to pull and wrap the hemp rope. "No... No problem!" your wife's moans were crisp and melodious, carrying a captivating sweetness. "I'm immortal, you know. Even if something unexpected happens, I have plenty of air stored in the system space. It's enough for emergencies, enough for you to rescue me. Don't worry!" Hearing your wife say that, I was completely at ease! Even the speed of my binding increased significantly. The hemp rope wound around her clasped forearms, quickly transforming her upper body into a sexy, standard "backwards观音缚" (Kannon-bind) posture. "Mmm... Ah... So tight... Oh... Husband... Thank you... Ah... So comfortable... So enjoyable... Mmm..." The intense feeling of restriction and restraint made your wife's entire body even more excited, and her voice echoed through the room with a series of melodious and alluring moans. At this moment, your wife's upper body was covered in a dense, incredibly tight network of hemp rope. Every strand was forcefully tightened by me, digging deeply into her graceful form, unmoving. Her entire upper body had become a single, solid unit, with no room for movement or space to maneuver, completely immobilized. Seeing the raw, instinctive desire and unique pleasure filling your wife's eyes, I chuckled and pushed her onto the soft, large bed. Then, I brought out a thick, long double-headed dildo and slowly unzipped the invisible zipper between her legs, fully exposing her tender cleavage to the air. At this moment, your wife's delicate honey pot was already slick and wet. Crystal-clear honey water flowed wantonly down her cleavage as if it had lost control, leaving her nether regions a mess, slick and muddy, gleaming with an intensely lustful sheen under the light, exuding a seductive aroma. For a moment, I only felt the thick, hard flesh between my legs swell and become even more rigid. Grasping the double-headed dildo, I aimed it at your wife's tender rear and thrust it in fiercely. "Ugh... Ah..." The double-headed dildo was about 5 centimeters thick and a full 60 centimeters long. Using your wife's abundant honey water as lubrication, it smoothly parted her fair, tender anus and slowly penetrated. I could even clearly see how her sexy anal folds were being forcefully stretched and flattened. Accompanied by your wife's moans, I used both hands to slowly push the double-headed dildo further in. The double-headed dildo, like a giant python, gradually submerged deep into your wife's rear intestinal tract, sending her a feeling of extreme fullness and swelling. "Ugh... Ah... Husband... Oh... I feel so full, oh... So swollen... So filled... Ah..." Your wife's entire body lay sprawled on the bed, wriggling and trembling slightly. Her delicate face was flushed, and her eyes were even rolling back slightly. The 60-centimeter-long double-headed dildo was completely submerged into your wife's tender rear, disappearing without a trace. Next, I took out a large vibrator and forcefully inserted it into your wife's rear, completely plugging the double-headed dildo within your wife's intestinal tract, and turned on the switch. "Bzzzzzz..." The vibrator was the latest product on the market, equipped with high-tech energy storage batteries, capable of vibrating continuously for days and nights, ensuring your wife was constantly subjected to the vibrator's assault. I pulled on the hemp rope without hesitation, directly lifting Yan'er's wrists and positioning her hands and arms behind her back in a "Buddha's Hand" pose. I then tightly bound her wrists together with two loops, threaded through the center and tightened for reinforcement, creating a figure-eight knot that held her wrists together snugly, leaving no gap, pressed tightly against each other, unable to separate. The intense feeling of being bound and restrained only made Yan'er more excited. I could clearly feel the scorching heat radiating from her body, a fiery intensity that seemed about to ignite. The air was thick with an endless, ambiguous, and decadent atmosphere, compelling me to tighten my grip on the rope, digging it deeply into Yan'er's tender skin. I continued downwards, tying another figure-eight knot at regular intervals, binding her forearms together tightly, inseparable. "Mmm… ah… Master, so tight… so powerful… oh…" Yan'er murmured, her eyes shining with boundless desire and ecstasy. I, however, continued my movements, gripping the rope and binding her entire upper body into a sexy, exquisite "Guanyin Behind the Back" pose, trapped in the meticulous restraint, unable to move. Her upper body had become a single entity, with no room for movement or maneuver. Seeing Yan'er's decadent and alluring appearance, I rose and pushed her onto the soft, large bed. Then, I unfurled the rope and began to wrap and bind her slender, jade-like legs. Soon, I had her two long, elegant legs tightly bound and restrained in a sexy, exquisite "M-Spread Legs" pose, folded and bent, her calves pressed tightly against the backs of her thighs, trapped in the dense, tight embrace of the hemp rope, unable to move. Yan'er was clearly on the verge of delirium, struggling and wavering. Her body trembled and writhed slightly on the bed, emitting soft, seductive moans from the depths of her throat, sinking deeper and deeper into endless desire and a unique kind of pleasure, utterly unable to extricate herself. I could no longer hold back. My thick, hard cock plunged in, initiating a decadent and stimulating primal battle, penetrating and exploring the depths of Yan'er's tender honey pot and rear entrance in turns. Desire and pleasure raged and fermented wildly within Yan'er's body, propelling her towards the peak of pleasure, erupting again and again in endless orgasms. And all the while, my wife could only hang suspended in mid-air, watching silently, unable to move. Her tender lips were even pierced with silver needles, rendering her unable to utter a word, only capable of emitting meaningless moans. Between her legs, her tender honey pot was slick, glistening nectar flowing uncontrollably, her body filled with endless longing. For the entire day, Yan'er and I were locked in a passionate embrace on the soft bed, immersed in boundless desire and pleasure, unable to break free, savoring one climax after another. In the end, we seemed to have lost the ability to think, becoming mere machines devoid of fatigue. We had lost count of how many times we had ascended to orgasm in such decadent and stimulating activity. All we remembered was that when we finally stopped, panting and sprawled on the bed, feeling as if our bodies had fallen apart, reduced to puddles of limp flesh, the sky outside had turned completely dark, approaching midnight. The aftershocks of orgasm washed over me like a tide, leaving me unwilling to move from the bed. Yan'er, however, stirred and wriggled slightly, snuggling into my embrace, her eyes gazing at me with a hazy look, filled with endless adoration and worship. In less than ten minutes, Yan'er struggled to sit up. The haze in her eyes had cleared, no longer unfocused as before. It was evident her body had fully recovered, which once again made me marvel at the power of her immortal body. "Sister Yan'er, are you alright? Hee hee…" Yan'er leaned against the headboard, looking at my wife trembling slightly in mid-air, and said with a playful laugh. "Mmm… mmm…" The only reply was two soft, muffled moans. I weakly raised my eyes to look at my wife. The delicate little gift boxes, accompanied by her trembling body, swayed gently, exuding an indescribable, captivating beauty that drew one in and inspired affection. I raised my hand and slowly untied the hemp rope around Yan'er's wrists, saying with a smile, "You untie yourself. I'm really out of strength. Let me rest for a while!" "Tsk, tsk..." Silky saliva trickled from my wife's tender lips, tracing a path down her delicate chin and onto her heaving breasts. Under the lamplight, it gleamed with an exquisite, decadent sheen, radiating an intoxicating allure. This sight sent a surge of blood to my groin, my erection swelling to an explosive point, straining against my pants, forming a massive tent that threatened to burst free at any moment. "Mmm... mmm..." My wife moaned, a soft, seductive sound. Suddenly, I found a long silk ribbon in my hand. I paused, then realized. My wife must have retrieved it from the system space. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back with rope, rendering her immobile. She must have passed it to me. I understood her intention immediately. While our lips remained locked in a passionate kiss, my hand, holding the ribbon, wrapped around her neck, tightening with all my might. "Urk..." The ribbon dug deep into her soft skin, eliciting a muffled groan from her throat as her breath was cut off. As the ribbon tightened, her beautiful face flushed a vibrant crimson, a blush that deepened with every passing second, making her even more alluring. My excitement was overwhelming. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth, exploring every inch. Her eyes, wide with the struggle for breath, grew hazy, filled with an insatiable desire and a unique pleasure that seemed on the verge of spilling out. Her body trembled and writhed against the ropes binding her. A torrent of clear fluid gushed from her core, overflowing her delicate folds and streaming down her thighs, only to be eagerly consumed by Yan'er. "Urk... urk..." I tightened the ribbon further, tying a neat bow around her neck, plunging her into a state of breathless submersion, utterly lost. Gazing at her flushed, exquisite face, my own erection throbbing uncontrollably, I could no longer wait. I untied the ropes binding her upper body to the wheelchair and swept her into my arms, carrying her towards the bedroom. "Ah... Master... are you... are you leaving me?" Yan'er squirmed in her wheelchair, her voice a soft plea. But I was beyond distraction. Let her remain bound in the chair; she wouldn't be bored with the mini-lubricator and two thick silicone dildos working their magic on her core and rear. I gently laid my wife on the soft bed. Her hands and arms were still securely bound behind her back in a classic "reverse prayer" pose. Her slender legs were also tightly bound, spread wide in an "M-leg spread" position. Her entire body writhed under the intricate restraints, soft, seductive moans echoing through the room. The silk ribbon, tied in a bow, bit deeply into her neck, her breath catching as her eyes glazed over. Her intoxicating aura filled the air. With swift movements, I shed my pants. My thick, hard cock sprang free, throbbing and quivering in the open air, swollen and erect, a terrifyingly alluring sight. "Urk... Husband... I... I want to eat... oh..." My wife writhed on the bed, her words fragmented by the pressure on her throat. I chuckled, pulling her body closer. I lay down on the bed, positioning her so her head hung over the edge, her neck arched back, her tender mouth aligned with her throat. Her mouth parted, her eyes hazy with anticipation and longing. I wasted no time. Positioned above her, I aimed my thick, hard cock at her delicate mouth and plunged it in with all my might. "Urk... mmm..." Her tender mouth was instantly stretched and filled by my firm erection, a wave of intense pleasure coursing through me, making me tremble. A deep, guttural roar escaped my throat. As the hemp rope tightened fiercely, Yan'er's entire body was draped over the large bed, arching into a graceful curve. Her delicate feet were almost touching her elbows, but at this moment, she was completely immersed in her dedicated oral service. Her pretty head bobbed incessantly between my legs, allowing my thick, hard cock to thrust in and out of the soft flesh deep within her throat, with copious amounts of crystal-clear saliva overflowing from her tender lips and flowing wantonly. My wife clapped her hands, nodded with satisfaction, and walked out of the room. In no time, she returned pushing a wheelchair. I stared at the wheelchair, my mouth agape in surprise, and asked, "Wife, when did you buy a wheelchair? I've never seen it before." "Hehe... it's a system reward. It's been stored in the north-facing spare room!" my wife giggled. "Uh... okay!" A dark line appeared on my forehead. Before, my wife would cling to me after I came home from work every day. I really hadn't been to the north-facing spare room in a long time. My wife parked the wheelchair in front of the large bed and lifted the seat cushion. I discovered a small compartment hidden beneath the wheelchair. Without a word, my wife lifted Yan'er from the bed and made her kneel in the wheelchair. Yan'er let out a soft moan, her pretty face flushed with an endless blush. Her entire body was covered in a dense network of hemp ropes, leaving her completely defenseless. The only thing she could do was tremble slightly, emitting a series of melodious, seductive moans from deep within her throat. My wife's eyes were filled with endless amusement. She pulled at the restraints connected to the wheelchair, wrapping them around Yan'er's body and tightening them fiercely. Yan'er was completely bound and confined within the reserved space beneath the wheelchair, with no room to move. I quietly watched the lewd scene before me, marveling inwardly. My wife's system was definitely not a proper one, but I liked it. It was exactly what I wanted. My wife slowly lowered the wheelchair's seat cushion. I saw that Yan'er's entire body was now tightly bound within the wheelchair, leaving only her pretty head protruding from the center of the seat cushion, kneeling facing inward, unable to move. Next, my wife brought a small foam machine and placed it beneath the wheelchair, securing it under Yan'er's buttocks. The foam machine was connected to two thick silicone dildos, which were aimed at Yan'er's tender pussy and rear. Without hesitation, she flipped the switch. The foam machine emitted a series of beeping sounds, directly driving the two silicone dildos deep into Yan'er's pussy and rear, thrusting in and out relentlessly. "Mmm... ah..." Both orifices were assaulted simultaneously, causing Yan'er's entire body to tremble. Melodious moans echoed from deep within her throat, her eyes glazed over. Instinctual desire and a unique pleasure were about to spill from her eyes. The thick silicone dildos continuously thrust in and out of Yan'er's slick pussy and tender rear, splattering crystal-clear fluids everywhere. The scene was filled with endless lust and allure, causing the thick, hard cock between my legs to swell to the point of bursting. My wife pulled shut a hidden door beneath the wheelchair, and Yan'er's entire body vanished without a trace. The wheelchair in front of me now looked like any ordinary wheelchair, the only difference being a beautiful, alluring head protruding from the center of the seat cushion, emitting a series of melodious, seductive moans that echoed throughout the room. "Hehe... husband... how is it?" my wife asked, smiling as she climbed onto the wheelchair and sat down. She looked at me charmingly and said, "Now, it's up to you, husband!" I looked at Yan'er's pretty head, which was perfectly positioned between my wife's legs, facing my wife's tender cleavage. Yan'er, at this moment, was teetering on the edge of ecstasy and confusion. Seeing the moist, alluring pussy so close, she unhesitatingly opened her small mouth and began to lick and suck. "Mmm... ah..." My wife's entire body trembled fiercely as she sat in the wheelchair. A high-pitched, drawn-out moan escaped from deep within her throat. Her bright eyes instantly became hazy, filled with endless instinctual desire and a unique pleasure. Her legs involuntarily clamped together, trapping Yan'er's head in place, unable to move, forced to continue providing exquisite oral service to my wife. A series of melodious, seductive moans filled the entire room, seeming as if they would never cease. I, meanwhile, unfurled a bundle of hemp rope, approached my wife from behind, twisted her hands behind her back, and began to tie them up relentlessly. Under my incessant wriggling and teasing, under Yan'er's constant licking and sucking, under the tight restraint of the dense ropes, I pushed the wheelchair out of the residential area. Not long after, my wife let out a high-pitched, drawn-out moan from the depths of her throat, her entire body trembling violently as she reached the peak of pleasure. The orgasms surged like a tide, causing my wife's body to convulse and twitch fiercely under the strict binding and restraint. Her eyes rolled back slightly, giving the appearance of being on the verge of passing out. With one hand, I tightly gripped my wife's enormous breasts, feeling her entire body tense up, spasming twice before slowly going limp, like a puddle of mud, collapsing in the wheelchair. She panted, letting the ropes bind and restrain her, seemingly too lazy to even move a finger, immersed in the afterglow of her climax, unable to snap back for a long time. "Mmm... Sister Yan'er, you... you almost drowned me... mmm..." came Yan'er's soft mumble from under the blanket, which made me chuckle in amusement, a boundless smile playing on my lips. Unconsciously, I pushed the wheelchair to a large commercial plaza. The number of pedestrians around had significantly increased, forcing me to remain vigilant at all times, occasionally pulling the blanket over my wife to prevent it from being dislodged. After all, the blanket was the only cover for my wife's exquisite body, and even a slight accidental lift could reveal the decadent and stimulating scene beneath. I had the urge to push the wheelchair away, to escape the risk, but an inner tremor made me push the wheelchair slowly towards the interior of the mall, as if I were out of control. "Mmm... mmm..." As we entered the bustling mall, my wife let out two suppressed moans from her throat, clearly becoming slightly nervous. She looked up at me, a hint of pleading in her eyes, urging me to leave. Looking at my wife's pitiful yet infinitely seductive gaze, the smile on my lips deepened, further solidifying my decision. I pushed the wheelchair and wandered around the mall. The chaotic sounds from outside made Yan'er immediately realize where she was. She giggled, and her delicate head burrowed deeper into my wife's slick, tender pussy, licking and sucking with even more force. "Mmm... mmm..." With Yan'er's unrestrained licking and sucking, the intense numbness and unique stimulation caused my wife's body to tremble. The surging primal desires in her eyes were about to overflow, her delicate face flushed with a deep crimson. Even with the disposable mask, it was evident that she looked like a ripe red apple, filled with endless charm and exquisite beauty. Just then, I faintly heard a suppressed moan from under the blanket. I secretly looked down from my wife's shoulder and saw Yan'er's delicate head trembling violently between my wife's legs under the blanket. She panted with her mouth agape, clearly unable to resist and erupting at the peak of pleasure. It was then that I realized Yan'er wasn't just serving my wife. Beneath her, a small vibrating machine was operating, driving two thick silicone dildos in and out of her tender pussy and deep asshole, plunging her into primal desire and endless pleasure, making her unable to extricate herself. Well, the two women were enjoying themselves in their own ways, and it seemed only I was left to serve them. Even though the thick, hard cock between my legs was as hard as iron, ready to fire, it received no comfort or release. I could only endure it silently, as if all the blood in my body was surging and boiling, converging towards my lower body. After lingering in the afterglow of her climax for a while, Yan'er slowly came back to her senses. Without hesitation, she stuck out her tongue and continued to provide exquisite oral service to my wife, as if savoring some unparalleled delicacy, pushing my wife to the brink of delirium, almost losing the ability to think. I pushed the wheelchair around the mall, occasionally reaching in under the blanket to firmly caress and rub my wife's tender, firm breasts. It seemed only this could slightly alleviate the primal desires roaming within my body. It was only when my wife secretly climaxed for the second time that I slowly pushed the wheelchair out of the mall. The time had already reached the afternoon. Looking at the sky, I shook my head with a wry smile. Immortality was amazing, especially living with my wife and Yan'er, both of whom were immortal. I had already messed up my meal times, and if this continued, I was afraid I would develop stomach problems before my wife's system woke up. So, without further ado, I pushed the wheelchair towards the nearby wet market and bought a lot of ingredients, planning to take them back and put them in the refrigerator. Regardless of what they did, I had to eat well, rest, and take care of myself. Seeing me buy so many ingredients, my wife seemed to react. She let out two muffled moans and looked up at me with a hint of apology, making me shake my head and smile wryly. We returned home, and I parked the wheelchair directly in the living room before heading to the kitchen. I prepped the ingredients I bought, organized them, and put them in the refrigerator. I also made myself a meal, brought it out, and ate it with relish at the dining table. From the wheelchair, my wife let out two muffled moans, her eyes slightly hazy as she looked over, as if she had something to say. I went over, pushed the wheelchair closer, lifted the blanket, removed my wife's mask, tore off the tape, took out the two wet pantyhose from her mouth, threw them aside, and sat down to continue eating. Yan'er offered no resistance, her eyes hazy as she lay on the soft, large bed, allowing me to do as I pleased. I pulled the hemp rope, working downwards, creating a series of figure-eight knots. I continued binding until I reached Yan'er's ankles, tightly securing her two slender, jade-like legs together, resembling the tail of a stunning, sexy mermaid, unable to separate them even slightly. The hemp ropes dug deeply into Yan'er's delicate skin, segmenting her long, jade-like legs into sections of alluring, sensual flesh. These sections protruded fiercely from the gaps in the ropes, making her entire legs appear like freshly peeled lotus root, emitting a lustrous, jade-like sheen under the light, filled with an endless, enchanting beauty and a unique kind of temptation. "Is this... okay?" I asked, a slight smile curving my lips. "Mmm... ah... it should... be okay..." Yan'er's bright eyes fluttered open, a spark of infinite excitement and a peculiar craving shining within them. I chuckled, "Heh heh," and brought out a long fox tail butt plug. The base of the plug was a fluffy tail, while the upper part connected to a series of seven silicone beads, each five centimeters in diameter, exuding a fierce and alluring aura. I turned Yan'er over, positioning her to lie face down on the large bed, and slowly began to insert the beaded plug into her tender rear. "Mmm... ah..." With the insertion of each bead, Yan'er's entire body trembled, and a high-pitched, melodious moan escaped her lips. The sight of her delicate, fair-skinned anus being stretched open by the beads was incredibly arousing, causing my own arousal to surge once more. My thick, hard cock, already engorged with blood, rapidly swelled and pulsed, standing erect in the air, trembling slightly. All seven beads were fully submerged deep within Yan'er's tender intestinal tract. Only the long fox tail remained, fluffy and seductive between her delicate lips, adding an immeasurable allure to her, further intensifying my excitement. Next, I took out a powerful vibrator and forcefully inserted it into Yan'er's wet, slick core. I flipped the switch, and a faint buzzing sound immediately emanated from within her body, eliciting more of her sweet, alluring moans. Her entire body quivered uncontrollably, her eyes seeming to be veiled by layers of mist, on the verge of condensing into tears and dripping from the corners of her eyes. Yan'er writhed on the large bed for several minutes before slowly adapting to the unique pleasure surging within her. She struggled to get off the bed and, with a little hop, left the room. My attention naturally shifted to my wife by the side of the large bed. Her entire body was now tightly sealed and confined within a vacuum bag. The only thing she could do was tremble and writhe slightly, emitting muffled moans from the depths of her throat. Through the vacuum bag and the thin, transparent latex, I could clearly see every part of my wife's body. Her exquisitely beautiful face seemed to be covered in a dewy sheen, as stunning and alluring as a sleeping beauty. Her large breasts were slightly flattened by the compressed air, yet still incredibly sexy and captivating. The area between her legs was already a glistening mess, covered in moisture, adding to her swollen, irresistible allure. I couldn't resist reaching out and caressing my wife's graceful form. Even through the vacuum bag and latex, the unique sensation was utterly captivating, and I found myself unable to stop, thoroughly enjoying myself. "Mmm... mmm..." My wife's eyes were covered, her mouth sealed, and her body completely immobilized. She had no power to resist, able only to endure my ministrations. Within the tight confines of her wrapping, muffled moans escaped her, echoing throughout the room. After a long while, I reluctantly withdrew my hands and got up, slowly walking towards the kitchen. Yan'er, completely naked, was busy in the kitchen. Her hopping, skipping figure exuded an endless, seductive allure, and I leaned against the kitchen doorway, mesmerized by the sight. The hemp ropes seemed to have become one with Yan'er's graceful body, serving as the most beautiful adornment. The intense sensation of the ropes biting into her flesh delivered a stunning visual impact, making my breathing quicken. The thick, hard cock between my legs swelled and hardened, standing erect in the air, trembling and swaying. Yan'er turned around and gave me a radiant smile. "Master, could you please put a plastic bag on me?" My heart fluttered. "Heh heh," I chuckled, turning to grab a transparent latex hood. I approached Yan'er from behind and, from the top of her head, pulled it down. The latex hood completely enveloped her head, with the facial area protruding forward, leaving ample space. At the very front, there was a small round hole, allowing her to breathe in a faint amount of air. I knew, of course, that Yan'er didn't need this hole. I took some tape, tore off a piece, and stuck it over the opening, completely sealing it. Watching the transparent latex hood expand and contract with Yan'er's rapid breaths, I felt my blood surge and boil, rushing downwards. The thick, hard cock between my legs swelled to the point of near explosion. The wife chuckled, her face flushed, while Yan'er seemed impatient. "Hehe," she giggled, "Master, let's start quickly!" I pouted and smiled, "The system mission is for the wife to tie up Li Yao and go out for more than half an hour. It didn't say anything about you, so what does it have to do with me?" "Tch... Stop pretending, Master. I don't believe you won't follow along..." Yan'er rolled her eyes and smiled, "As a person, isn't it better to be real? Why be so hypocritical..." "Uh..." I was stunned, actually being lectured by this little girl... After a brief discussion, the four of us split into two groups. The wife would tie up Li Yao first, and I would tie up Yan'er afterward. Together, we would embark on this journey of being bound. The three women slowly put on their dresses. The wife directly unfurled a bundle of hemp rope and approached Li Yao. Li Yao's body trembled slightly, her gaze drifted away, and she voluntarily put her hands behind her back. "Oh... Yao Yao... you're adapting quite quickly, you even know how to cooperate..." the wife giggled, grabbing the rope and tightly binding two loops around Li Yao's joined wrists. She then passed the rope through the middle and tightened it, creating an extreme figure-eight knot that bound her wrists together tightly, leaving no gap in between. "Mmm... Sister Yanran... I... I saw you tying hands-up before... I... I want to try that too!" Li Yao let out two seductive moans, a primal desire stirring in her eyes. "Oh... you mean the Rear-Hand Kannon binding? You can, as long as your flexibility is sufficient..." the wife nodded, "But I suggest you try it after you gain immortality. If you tie yourself in that position now, your arms will go numb in no time, and it'll be very uncomfortable!" "Oh... is that so? Then... then alright... I... I'll try it later!" A blush spread across Li Yao's delicate face as she nodded and murmured. A smile played on the wife's lips as she continued to wrap the rope upwards, tightening a figure-eight knot at intervals. Each strand of rope was pulled taut by the wife, digging deeply into her tender skin. The intense sensation of the rope biting into her flesh made my breathing quicken, and the thick hardness between my legs swelled uncontrollably. "Master, don't just watch, let's start too!" Yan'er's voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. Looking at Yan'er in her tight cheongsam, her figure was curvaceous and alluring. However, the shape of her chest ornaments was gone; she had removed them during her bath. Without hesitation, I unfurled a bundle of rope, twisted her hands behind her back, and put them in a Rear-Hand Buddha's Embrace position, then began to wrap and tie her. "Mmm... Ah... Master..." Yan'er moaned, her whole body trembling slightly. A blush crept onto her delicate face, and her hazy eyes were filled with endless primal desire and a unique pleasure. I tightened the rope fiercely, binding Yan'er's wrists together with a tight figure-eight knot, leaving no gap between them, unable to separate them even slightly. The intense feeling of restraint and confinement clearly made Yan'er uncontrollably excited. Her body trembled slightly, and seductive moans emanated from the depths of her throat, echoing in my ears. It seemed to possess a unique rhythm, stirring the most primal desires deep within me, causing the thick hardness between my legs to swell and stand erect, trembling slightly in the air. Meanwhile, on the wife's side, Li Yao's hands and arms were tightly bound behind her back in a sexy, tight Rear-Hand Straight Arm Elbow Binding. Her elbows and the parts below were pressed tightly together, inseparable. Even the parts above her elbows were brought closer together, leaving a gap so small that even her own tiny fist couldn't fit. The wife, however, didn't stop. She unfurled new ropes and continued to bind her. She tightly bound her large breasts and slender waist twice each, securing her arms and body together. She didn't forget to thread the rope between her arms and body, tightening and reinforcing it, making her entire upper body fuse into one solid mass before she finally stopped. At this point, I had also finished binding Yan'er's upper body into a tight, standard Rear-Hand Kannon binding, trapped within a dense network of ropes, leaving no room for movement. Yan'er and Li Yao exchanged glances, their eyes filled with primal desire and irrepressible excitement. I chuckled and asked the wife, "Is this good enough?" "The system didn't specify any requirements, so it should be fine!" The wife looked at Li Yao, then at Yan'er, and nodded. I thought for a moment and said, "Let's give them coats, just in case of any accidents!" The wife considered it and nodded, "That's a good idea. Anyway, as long as we reach the half-hour mark, the rest of the time doesn't matter. Safety is more important. We can't really let Yao Yao be completely humiliated!" A flicker of gratitude flashed in Li Yao's eyes. She threw herself into the wife's arms and said happily, "Sister Yanran, you're too good to me, hehe..."

The next morning, when I woke up, my wife had already put away the ropes and gone to make breakfast. I slowly finished washing up and walked out of the room. I saw my wife coming out of the kitchen with breakfast, completely naked except for a stunningly beautiful apron. "Wife, why are you up so early? Shouldn't you sleep in a bit longer?" I asked with a smile. My wife smiled charmingly and said, "I'm immortal, so it doesn't make much difference whether I sleep more or less. Besides, we have to go handle the property transfer today, so we need to go early, don't we? We can't keep them waiting..." "Oh... alright..." My wife and I chatted and laughed as we ate breakfast. Suddenly, my wife picked up her phone and transferred fifteen million to me. "What's this?" I asked, surprised. "After the transfer is done today, you'll be paying the final amount, of course!" my wife said with a smile. "You're the head of the household, so large sums like this should naturally come from your account!" "Alright!" My wife didn't explicitly say it, but I knew she was doing it to save my face. I was filled with immense gratitude. After breakfast, my wife went back to the room to put on her dress. With a flip of her hand, she produced a bundle of ropes and presented them to me. Looking at my wife, her face flushed and her eyes sparkling with a hint of desire, my heart fluttered. I took the ropes, unfurled them, twisted her hands behind her back, and began to tie her up. "Mmm... ah..." As the ropes touched her skin, my wife's body trembled slightly, and a soft moan escaped her throat. Her bright eyes glazed over, filled with primal desire and a unique pleasure. The ropes danced between my fingers, winding around my wife's clasped arms. Each loop was tightened to the maximum, digging deeply into her tender skin. The intense sensation of flesh being compressed, coupled with the visually stunning impact, made my breath quicken. The thick, hard length between my legs stirred, trembling and beginning to swell with blood. Soon, my wife's upper body was bound and restrained in a breathtakingly beautiful "back-bound Guanyin" pose, trapped in a tight embrace with no room to move. I brought an outer jacket and draped it over my wife. She turned in front of the full-length mirror and giggled, "Honey, aren't you going to get me some little toys?" As soon as she finished speaking, a thick, long silicone double-headed dildo appeared by the bed, along with a powerful rabbit vibrator and a large sewing needle attached to a long, thin thread, which glinted menacingly under the light. My heart pounded. "Heh heh," I chuckled, and without hesitation, I lifted my wife's skirt and roughly pulled down her sheer pantyhose and sexy lace panties. My wife's delicate face was flushed with a boundless blush. She lay down by the bed, her legs slightly parted, revealing her tender blossom and rear to me without reservation. At this moment, the area between my wife's delicate buttocks was already slick with moisture. Crystal-clear nectar seemed to have lost control, constantly secreting and flowing. I picked up the double-headed dildo and thrust it forcefully into my wife's tender rear. Accompanied by her soft, seductive moans, it penetrated all the way in, stretching and filling her anal passage. Then, I picked up the sewing needle and began to stitch her delicate chrysanthemum folds. The thin thread passed through the tender flesh, pulling and stitching towards the center, densely and crisscrossed, sealing my wife's delicate rear. The thick double-headed dildo was completely sealed inside my wife, unable to escape even a fraction. "Mmm... ah... so stimulating... oh... Honey... I love you to death..." My wife was clearly on the verge of ecstasy, struggling and wavering under the intense stimulation and unique pleasure, her voice echoing through the room with seductive moans. Next, I inserted the rabbit vibrator deep into my wife's slick, wet blossom. Without pause, I took the needle and thread and tightly sewed her soft, tender lips together. This uniquely beautiful scene made me incredibly excited. The thick, hard length between my legs stood at attention, pressing against my pants, creating a massive tent that seemed on the verge of bursting through. After putting on her panties and pantyhose again, I took my wife's hand and helped her up, tidying her skirt. "Hehe... Honey... take the suitcase. After we get the keys for the transfer today, we'll go to the villa and bury Yan'er in the yard. We can dig her up when we move in..." my wife said with a smile. I chuckled, "Okay, that sounds good, heh heh... If it weren't for needing the system space to move, I'd bury you two together... Speaking of which, when you saw the villa's yard, did you already make up your mind?" "Hehe... Honey knows me best..."

I repositioned my wife, laying her on her back with her arms and lower legs pressed beneath her. The pose caused her slender waist to arch slightly, making her look exquisitely alluring. "Mmm... Husband... Oh..." My wife was clearly struggling, teetering on the edge of ecstasy once more, her eyes brimming with primal desire and a unique kind of pleasure. I chuckled, my gaze falling upon a peculiar toy on the large bed. Curiosity piqued, I picked it up. It was a stainless steel contraption, a kind of frame. A steel needle, about ten centimeters long, with detachable ends. In the center of the needle was an oval ring, and from the center of that ring rose a steel rod, resembling two "Y" shapes connected. I fiddled with it for a long time, unable to figure out its purpose. My wife murmured an explanation, and then I understood. I couldn't help but give her a thumbs-up, saying, "Wife, it's a shame you're not a designer!" She rolled her eyes playfully. "What kind of design is this? If something like this hit the market, who would buy it... Never mind that, Husband, hurry up and install it for me. I can't wait to experience what it feels like to use a tool I designed myself..." "Uh... Alright!" I took the stainless steel device, designed by my wife and generated by the system, and brought it towards her mouth. A flicker of longing and excitement danced in her eyes. She opened her small mouth, her entire body trembling slightly, emitting soft, seductive moans. I inserted one end of the needle into my wife's mouth, found the dimple on her cheek, and with a firm push, drove it in. The needle pierced through the inner lining of her cheek, emerging from her dimple. "Mmm... Ah..." A high, drawn-out moan escaped her lips. Her eyes glazed over further, a thin mist quickly forming, threatening to condense into tears. Watching the steel needle protruding from her cheek, glinting coldly under the light, filled me with an inexpressible thrill. I then inserted the other end of the needle into her mouth, aiming for the dimple on the opposite side and piercing it with force. "Mmm... Ah..." Accompanied by her seductive moans, the stainless steel frame settled horizontally in her mouth, its ends protruding from her dimples, exuding a uniquely decadent beauty. I unscrewed and removed the needles from both ends, replacing them with small, round metal balls. Her cheeks now sported what looked like two dimple piercings, adding a captivating allure and sexiness to her beauty. Next, the oval ring in the center. I removed the steel rod standing upright from the center of the ring. My wife's lips parted slightly, her nimble tongue darting out to explore. The oval ring, perfectly sized, enveloped her soft tongue, like a hoop fitted around its middle. I attached a short steel needle to one end of the rod and carefully inserted it through the small hole above the ring, aiming for the center of her tongue. With a gentle push, I drove it downwards. "Mmm... Mmm..." A trickle of clear saliva escaped the corners of her mouth, yet she remained still, allowing the needle to traverse her flesh, piercing her tongue and emerging from below. I guided the needle towards the small hole beneath the ring. The steel rod, standing vertically in the center of the ring, effectively trapped her soft tongue within its confines, preventing any movement. I detached the needle and screwed on metal rings to the top and bottom of the rod. Like tongue piercings, they gleamed with a seductive, decadent sheen. However, these were fixed to the ring, becoming an integral part, holding my wife's nimble tongue firmly in place. My wife closed her mouth. From the outside, there was no visible abnormality, save for the dimple piercings on either side of her cheeks. No one would suspect that inside her mouth, a stainless steel frame pierced and secured her nimble tongue, rendering her speechless. "Mmm... Mmm..." Her eyes were filled with an endless primal desire and a unique pleasure. Clearly, she was quite satisfied with the metal device she had designed. At this point, five more short piercing rods appeared beside me, each only a centimeter long, with metal balls on both ends. "Hiss... Still more?" Looking at the small, exquisite piercing rods, I couldn't help but gasp, marveling at how harsh my wife was on herself. But then, remembering her immortality, I felt it was only natural.

I blinked, "Aren't we going grocery shopping?" "Heh heh... Grocery shopping is your business. As for us, naturally, we'll be bound and accompanying you by your side..." my wife said with a smile. Speechless, I nodded and chuckled, unfolding the hemp rope. My wife, however, proactively shed her dress, completely naked, and placed her hands behind her back. Gazing at my wife's graceful and alluring back, my hands trembled slightly as I gripped the rope and began to wind and bind. The rope was tightly wrapped twice around her wrists, then threaded through the center and cinched to secure, forming a tight figure-eight knot that bound her wrists together, unable to separate even by a fraction. The intense sensation of flesh biting into flesh, coupled with a unique visual impact, washed over me, causing my breathing to quicken. The thick, hard length between my legs rose proudly, engorged and swollen, creating a massive tent in my pants. I grabbed the rope and continued downwards, binding her continuously. Each figure-eight knot dug deeply into my wife's tender skin, binding her forearms together, pressing them close as if they were naturally fused. Gradually, she succumbed to the strict confinement, slowly losing her freedom. A stimulating and ambiguous atmosphere quietly permeated the air. I pulled and wound the rope, quickly binding her entire upper body into a "back-hand观音" (a specific bondage pose) posture. Watching my wife's shapely body yield to the strict restraint, trembling and writhing slightly, I unfurled a new rope and continued binding. The rope was tightly wrapped twice around my wife's slender waist, then a crotch rope was drawn from her lower abdomen, threaded fiercely through her tender, moist cleft, and tightened at her lower back to secure. This crotch rope dug deeply into my wife's delicate, slick honey trap, causing her legs to tremble violently, nearly making her stumble. Two seductive moans escaped from the depths of her throat. Crystal-clear honey water trickled from my wife's tender honey trap with a "sizzle," completely soaking the crotch rope that had just been tightened there. The area was slick and wet, exuding an intensely alluring and seductive scent. I watched my wife's slightly trembling legs, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. I pulled the remaining rope and tightly bound her upper thighs twice, then threaded it through the middle of her thighs and cinched it to secure, forming a tight figure-eight knot that pressed her thighs together, unable to separate even by a fraction. The ropes dug deeply into my wife's tender skin. The intense feeling of being bound and restrained left her bright eyes hazy, her gaze filled with boundless primal desire and a unique pleasure that was about to overflow. Seeing my wife tightly bound and restrained, Yan'er impatiently shed her clothes and, also completely naked, walked before me, placing her hands behind her back. The thick, hard length between my legs swelled to the point of bursting, creating a massive tent in my pants. My heart raced as I unfurled a new rope and began binding Yan'er's wrists once more. The ropes danced between my fingers, winding and tightening around Yan'er's shapely, sexy body. Soon, her upper body was bound into the same "back-hand观音" pose, yielding to the strict confinement with no room to move. Her entire body trembled and writhed slightly, unable to budge. Next, I unfurled a new rope and similarly bound Yan'er with a tight crotch rope, which dug deeply into her tender, slick honey trap, causing honey water to flow between her legs, leaving the area slick and wet. The remaining rope was used to tightly bind a figure-eight knot around Yan'er's upper thighs, digging deeply into her tender skin, pressing her legs together so tightly that no gap remained between them, unable to separate even by a fraction. After binding both women, leaving them immobile in their strict confinement, I took out two loose T-shirts and pulled them over their heads, completely covering their upper bodies. The T-shirts were baggy, and from the outside, no hint of their bodies' contours was visible. Next, I dressed them each in a pair of flesh-colored pantyhose, tightly encasing their slender legs. The lewd and alluring scenery between their legs was veiled in a hazy hue, making them appear even more enticing. Over the thin pantyhose, each wore a short pleated skirt, adding a touch of delicate beauty, making them look like a pair of twins standing quietly before me, forming a beautiful landscape. The only unusual detail was the absence of their arms, lending them a touch of unique, incomplete beauty. I circled the two women, checking for any clues. Finding none, I led them out. Without the car, we walked slowly along the main road, heading towards the nearest market. With their upper thighs tightly bound by the ropes, preventing them from spreading their legs too far, they could only take small, shuffling steps, moving forward little by little, exuding a charming, demure air. Suppressed moans echoed in my ears, seemingly filled with a unique, seductive rhythm, making all the blood in my body surge and rush towards my lower half. The thick, hard length between my legs swelled to the point of bursting, creating a massive tent in my pants, as if it were about to tear through the fabric and leap out. With my arms spread, I embraced the two women's slender waists. Through the thin T-shirts, I caressed the raised marks of the ropes on their bodies. The unique sensation lingered under my fingertips, making me unable to let go, my entire body trembling with excitement. Soon, I brought the two women to the nearby market. They immediately began their shopping spree, as we now had two extra-large refrigerators at home.