Thirty-five-year-old Yang Xinxin, a high school math teacher, possessed a gentle exterior and a serene demeanor. After her husband's passing, she lived alone with her twenty-year-old university student son, Lin Yu. She had always been strict with his studies, but recently his grades had plummeted, marked by careless mistakes.

One late-night accidental search led Yang Xinxin to discover the hidden world of "shibari." The exquisite and controlling art of rope bondage ignited a long-dormant S-side within her. She yearned to tie someone up, to slowly train them, to watch them struggle, feel shame, and ultimately submit within the ropes... And the person she chose was none other than her own son.

From then on, an unwritten rule was established in their home: mistakes would be met with her binding and training.

For every incorrect problem, her son would have his hands and feet bound by soft yet firm cotton ropes for ten minutes of reflection. The more mistakes he made, the longer, tighter, and more intricate the bindings would become... Starting with simple restraints on his wrists and ankles.

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The afterglow of the sunset streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, casting a warm light on Yang Xinxin. At thirty-five, she maintained an excellent figure, with a slender waist and full breasts. Her shoulder-length black hair was casually draped, and her face exuded the gentle charm unique to mature women. As a high school math teacher, her life was regular and monotonous: work, lesson preparation, tutoring her son, and household chores. Her husband had passed away in a car accident three years ago, leaving her to raise their son, Lin Yu, alone. Lin Yu was twenty years old and in his second year of university, majoring in computer science. Mother and son lived in a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment in the suburbs, their days peaceful yet somewhat stifling. Yang Xinxin had high expectations for her son, having strictly demanded academic excellence from him since childhood. However, recently, Lin Yu's midterm grades had slipped significantly, especially in advanced mathematics, where he had made a multitude of errors. "So many mistakes again..." Yang Xinxin sat in the study, looking at her son's open homework book, and sighed softly. Lin Yu stood before her, head bowed, his tall frame appearing somewhat awkward, his ears slightly flushed. "Mom, my coursework has been heavy lately, maybe I haven't reviewed well enough..." Lin Yu explained in a low voice, not daring to meet his mother's eyes. Yang Xinxin rubbed her temples, not immediately losing her temper. She knew her son wasn't lazy, but lacked a certain "discipline." Recently, she herself had been feeling restless, and a chance encounter had led her to a completely different world. That was last week. One evening, Lin Yu had gone to a classmate's house to study, leaving her alone. Yang Xinxin was scrolling through her phone when she accidentally clicked into a niche forum. Initially, she was just looking for ways to relieve stress, but she stumbled upon a series of photos – exquisite rope art, binding a woman's body in a way that was both aesthetically pleasing and restrictive. The knots were intricate and orderly, and the model's face displayed a mixture of shame, pain, and a strange sense of satisfaction. She should have closed the page immediately, but her finger froze. Her heart inexplicably quickened, and a long-lost warmth rose from her lower abdomen. She turned off the lights and lay in bed, replaying the images for a long time. That night, she had a strange dream. In it, she held a rope, tightly binding a blurry figure. The figure trembled and begged for mercy before her... Upon waking, Yang Xinxin blushed for the entire day. She told herself it was a hallucination brought on by too much stress. But in the following days, she couldn't resist secretly searching for more related content. She discovered it was called "shibari," or the Japanese "kinbaku." Some people enjoyed being tied (M), while others enjoyed tying others (S). And the more she looked, the more she felt she was the latter – the feeling of controlling everything, watching the other person struggle under the ropes yet unable to escape, gave her an unprecedented thrill. But she also felt deeply ashamed. "How can I have such thoughts... I'm a teacher, a mother..." Lying in bed at night, Yang Xinxin clutched the bedsheets tightly, her cheeks burning. She dared not tell anyone; this was her secret alone. Especially not her son. If it got out, her job, her reputation, her family, everything would be ruined. She imagined being pointed at by students' parents, being gossiped about by colleagues, and fear washed over her. Yet, the more she feared, the stronger the desire to try became, burning in her heart like a wildfire. She began to fantasize. If only she could find someone, someone she could completely trust, someone she could unleash herself upon... Her gaze involuntarily fell on her son. Lin Yu was raised by her, obedient and well-behaved. Though sometimes rebellious, he was fundamentally dependent on her. Her son was twenty years old, stood at 1.85 meters, with a strong build, fair skin, and a handsome face. If it were him... would it... Yang Xinxin immediately shook her head, dispelling the absurd thought. But in her dreams that night, the figure bound by ropes gradually became clearer, taking on her son's appearance. ... "Mom? What are you thinking about?" Lin Yu's voice pulled her back to reality. Yang Xinxin came to her senses, looking at her son's face, which was still youthful but gradually maturing, a complex mix of emotions surging within her. There was maternal love, guilt, and a hint of secret excitement. She took a deep breath and decided to start with small steps to test the waters. "Yu'er, your grades have been slipping too much lately. Mom can't indulge you anymore." Her voice was gentle but carried an undeniable authority. "Starting today, Mom is going to give you a special kind of punishment. I hope you'll learn your lesson." Lin Yu was stunned. "A special punishment? Mom, do you mean I can't play games? Or more homework?" Yang Xinxin shook her head and took a roll of white cotton rope from the drawer. She had secretly bought it online in the past two days; it was soft yet strong, specifically for beginner practice. She placed the rope on the table, her fingers trembling slightly, but she maintained a calm exterior. "Not those. Mom has been learning a... educational method recently. It's called 'restraint education.' For every question you get wrong, your hands and feet will be tied for ten minutes of reflection. The more you get wrong, the longer you'll be tied. Until you can guarantee you won't make the same mistake again." Lin Yu's eyes widened as he looked at the roll of rope, his face instantly flushing red. "Tied... tied up? Mom, are you kidding me? That's too weird! I'm twenty years old, not a child!" His voice was a little flustered, his eyes darting away from the rope, yet he couldn't help but sneak glances at it. Yang Xinxin noticed how red the roots of his ears had become and felt a secret delight – it seemed he wasn't entirely resistant, at least he was curious. "Mom is not kidding." Yang Xinxin stood up and walked in front of her son. She was half a head shorter than him but exuded a powerful aura. "This is for your own good. Don't you always say you can't control yourself? When you're tied up, you won't be able to get distracted, and you'll have to reflect properly. Besides... this is a secret between us, mother and son. We won't let anyone know. What are you afraid of?" Lin Yu swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. He was indeed afraid. Afraid of this strange punishment getting out, being known by his classmates, especially being posted online. He couldn't even imagine such humiliation. But his mother's gaze was so firm that he dared not openly resist. "Mom... won't this be too embarrassing? What if someone sees..." he mumbled softly, his voice growing quieter. Yang Xinxin gently stroked her son's hair, her fingers sliding down his nape, her movements tender yet with an irresistible force. "No. Mom will only do it at home, and only tie your hands and feet. I won't undress you, and I won't take pictures. As long as you behave, you'll be untied when the punishment is over. Mom promises, this is a secret between the two of us." As she spoke, her heart pounded. Saying these words, she felt like she was walking on the edge of a cliff, both terrified and exhilarated. The sense of shame stimulated her like an electric current – a mother, wanting to tie up her own son with ropes, and finding pleasure in it. This forbidden thought made her feel a subtle wetness between her legs. Lin Yu hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded under his mother's gaze. "Then... only for a little while, okay?" "Of course." Yang Xinxin smiled, her smile hiding a possessiveness she hadn't fully realized herself. She had her son sit on the study chair and first had him redo the incorrect problems. This time, Lin Yu was noticeably more nervous and made even more mistakes. Yang Xinxin didn't get angry; instead, a sense of anticipation welled up within her. "Alright, three mistakes. Hands first." She picked up the rope and stood behind her son. Lin Yu's hands were pulled behind his back, and he could feel his mother's warm breath on the back of his neck. The moment the rope wrapped around his wrists, the sensation was soft yet firm. Yang Xinxin's technique was still clumsy, but she followed the simple tutorial she had learned online, wrapping it round and round, tying a basic clove hitch. As the rope tightened around his wrists, Lin Yu let out a soft "hiss." "Mom... it's a bit tight..." "Endure it. This is punishment." Yang Xinxin's voice deepened. She squatted down and tied her son's ankles, securing his legs to the chair legs. Now, Lin Yu was completely unable to stand, his hands and feet securely bound, leaving him only able to sit there. The room fell silent, with only the sound of their breathing. "Mom, I'm a college student... What will my classmates think if they find out their mom tied them up for punishment? They'll definitely think I have a weird fetish, and if it gets posted online, I'm finished!" Lin Yu's voice grew softer and softer, eventually trailing off into a near sob. His tall frame seemed fragile at this moment, his shoulders hunched slightly. A pang of tenderness welled up in Yang Xin's heart, but it was quickly overshadowed by excitement. She stepped forward and gently hugged her son, her soft breasts pressing against his arm. She cooed in a gentle voice, "Silly boy, how would Mom let anyone find out? This is our most private secret, just between mother and son. The door is locked, the curtains are drawn, no one will see. Mom just wants to help you correct your bad habits... Didn't you agree yesterday? As long as you accept the punishment obediently, Mom will untie you quickly." As she spoke, she gently stroked her son's back with her fingers, tracing down his spine. Her movements were intimate yet carried a mother's affection. Lin Yu's body trembled slightly, but he didn't push her away. Finally, under his mother's firm yet gentle gaze, Lin Yu compromised. Blushing, he sat down on the wide chair specially prepared in the study, his hands reluctantly placed behind his back. Yang Xin didn't tie his hands immediately this time. She first had her son redo the incorrect problems, explaining them as she observed his reactions. Lin Yu was noticeably more nervous than yesterday, his pen tip trembling slightly. His accuracy on the second attempt was even lower. "It seems punishment is still necessary," Yang Xin said softly. She stood behind her son and picked up the rope. This time, following the tutorial she had secretly practiced for the past two days, she first used a thicker rope to tightly bind Lin Yu's wrists in a crossed position, employing a cylindrical binding method, wrapping it carefully layer by layer. As the rope tightened, Lin Yu couldn't help but let out a low groan, "Mom... this is tighter than yesterday... it hurts..." "Bear with it, this is to help you remember," Yang Xin's breathing quickened. She could smell the faint scent of a young man on her son. Her fingers lingered on the knot for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the rope. After binding his hands, she knelt down and brought his ankles together, securing them firmly to the chair legs with another rope. This time, she also used a thinner rope to wrap a few times around his thighs and calves, making it impossible for Lin Yu to move his legs or bring them together. Now, Lin Yu was completely immobilized in the chair. He could still twist his upper body slightly, but his hands and feet were utterly unrestrained. The feeling of the rope digging into his skin made his face flush to the point of bleeding. "Mom... this is too embarrassing... I look like a prisoner..." Lin Yu lowered his head, his voice muffled, his eyes avoiding his mother's. Yang Xin stepped back a couple of paces, admiring her first relatively complete creation. Her son's tall body, wrapped in white rope, looked exceptionally helpless and visually striking. She felt a warmth spreading through her lower body, a thrill of control coursing through her like an electric current. "You look very good..." she murmured softly, then quickly coughed as if to cover it up. "Yu'er, Mom will explain the incorrect problems to you now. Listen carefully, and don't get distracted." For the next twenty minutes, Yang Xin sat opposite her son, meticulously explaining each problem. She deliberately sat very close, her knees occasionally brushing against his bound calves. Whenever Lin Yu tried to shift his body to alleviate discomfort, she would remind him in a gentle yet stern voice, "Don't move. When you're tied up, you need to reflect properly." Lin Yu's breathing grew heavier. He could clearly feel the stimulation from the rope rubbing against his skin with every slight movement, especially on his wrists and ankles. The helplessness of being completely restricted filled him with both fear and a strange, unsettling excitement. "Mom... can you untie me now? I really know I was wrong..." After twenty minutes, Lin Yu pleaded with a tearful voice. Fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, and his eyes were moist. Yang Xin didn't agree immediately. She stood up, walked behind her son, and gently placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You made more mistakes today than yesterday, so the punishment time needs to be extended a little. Just ten more minutes, and Mom will untie you, okay?" Her breath, carrying a faint fragrance, brushed against the back of Lin Yu's ear. He flinched violently, almost crying out. In that moment, he suddenly realized how close his mother's body was to his, and how utterly defenseless he was. This intense feeling of powerlessness and shame sent his mind into a chaotic whirl. "Mom... please... I'm scared... What if someone suddenly comes to the house..." "They won't," Yang Xin gently kissed the top of her son's head, a gesture like she used to soothe him to sleep as a child. "Mom will protect you. This is our secret, and no one will ever know." Ten minutes later, Yang Xin slowly began to untie the ropes. She untied them more slowly than she had tied them, her fingers intentionally or unintentionally brushing over the red marks left on her son's wrists and the inner sides of his thighs. Once freed, Lin Yu slumped as if drained, rubbing his wrists and sitting there in silence for a long time. Yang Xin looked at the faint rope marks on his wrists, a strong sense of satisfaction and a hint of guilt welling up within her. She squatted down and gently massaged her son's wrists, her voice as soft and tender as dripping water. The evening the midterm exam results were released, the atmosphere at home was particularly heavy. Yang Xinxin had received her son's report card early. Lin Yu had scored only forty-eight in Advanced Mathematics, and his other subjects were generally low, placing him in the middle to lower tier of the class. This left her, who had always placed high hopes on her son, both furious and disappointed. In the study, the desk lamp cast a bright light. Yang Xinxin sat at the desk, clutching the report card tightly, her face grim. Lin Yu stood before her with his head bowed, his tall frame trembling slightly, afraid to meet his mother's eyes. "Forty-eight points..." Yang Xinxin's voice was laced with suppressed rage. "Yu'er, you've disappointed me so much. I raised you alone, had such high expectations for you, and this is the result you give me?" Lin Yu's voice trembled, "Mom... I really did study, it's just that I was too nervous during the exam, and I didn't read some questions clearly... I'll definitely do better next time..." "Next time?" Yang Xinxin interrupted him sharply, standing up. "You promised the same thing the last few times! Today, I must give you a punishment you'll remember forever." She walked to a drawer and took out several rolls of white cotton rope, as well as Lin Yu's black athletic socks, which he had just taken off and not yet washed. Those socks, still damp from playing basketball, carried a strong odor of sweat and foot funk. Upon seeing the socks, Lin Yu's face turned instantly ashen. "Mom... what are you going to do? No! I just didn't do well on the exam, you can't do this to me!" He stumbled back a couple of steps, his voice choked with tears, filled with fear. "I'm already twenty years old, being tied up by my mom is embarrassing enough, and you want to use my smelly socks... If my classmates find out, if this gets posted online, my life will be ruined! Please, can you choose a different punishment? Mom..." Yang Xinxin's cheeks flushed slightly, but her gaze grew firmer. She stepped forward, gently but forcefully gripping her son's arm, and whispered, "This is for your own good. Only by tying you up completely, so you can't move or speak, can you truly reflect. Don't worry, this is our most private secret, mother and son. The door is locked, the curtains are drawn tight, no one will ever know." Under his mother's unyielding gaze, Lin Yu finally relented. He was led to the thick carpet in the middle of the study and knelt down. "Today, I'm going to punish you with the horse-reins bind, and I'll tie you even tighter than last time," Yang Xinxin's voice was low, with a clear hint of excitement. She first had Lin Yu place his hands behind his back and then tightly bound his wrists together with the thick cotton rope, wrapping it around and around, forming a secure double column tie. The rope dug deeply into his skin, and Lin Yu couldn't help but let out a pained groan. "Mom... it's too tight... my hands are so numb..." "Endure it, this is the price for your poor performance," Yang Xinxin continued. She squatted down, bound his ankles together tightly, then bent his legs upwards, using a long rope to securely connect his ankles to his wrists, and slowly tightened it. As the rope tightened inch by inch, Lin Yu's body was forced to arch backward, his chest rising high, his knees pressing into the carpet, forming the standard horse-reins position. The ropes left deep red marks on his firm body, and every slight twist intensified the feeling of restraint. "Mom... it's so uncomfortable... I can't move at all..." Lin Yu's forehead was covered in sweat, his voice trembling with tears. Now, Lin Yu was completely bound in the horse-reins position, his body kneeling on the floor in a tight arc, his hands and feet securely tied together, unable to straighten or lie down, forced to maintain this extremely shameful and helpless posture. Yang Xinxin stepped back a couple of paces, admiring her son's tightly bound form, her breathing gradually becoming more rapid. Her son's young, firm body, entwined by the white ropes, appeared exceptionally helpless, and the deep red marks left by the bindings ignited a strong sense of control within her. "Yu'er, tied up like this, do you feel like you completely belong to Mom?" she murmured softly, then picked up the black athletic socks, still reeking of strong odor, and walked in front of her son. Seeing his mother approach with the socks, Lin Yu's eyes widened instantly, and he shook his head desperately. "Mom! No! Don't gag me yet... I'm already tied up like this... Please..." "Too late." Yang Xinxin cupped her son's chin with one hand, forcibly lifting his face, and with the other, slowly stuffed the folded, smelly socks into his mouth. "No—呜呜!" Lin Yu struggled in terror, but the horse-reins bind rendered him completely unable to evade. The socks, filled with the pungent smell of sweat and foot funk, were forcefully shoved into his mouth, instantly filling his entire oral cavity. The acrid stench made him feel nauseous and ashamed, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes. Yang Xinxin didn't stop. She picked up a soft strip of cloth she had prepared, wrapped it around the back of Lin Yu's head, and securely fastened the smelly socks in place with a firm knot. Now, Lin Yu had completely lost the ability to speak, only able to emit muffled whimpers of "呜呜呜." His mouth was stuffed full with his own smelly socks, and saliva mixed with the odor of the socks continuously overflowed from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks were puffed out, his eyes were red, filled with intense humiliation and fear. "呜呜... 呜呜呜..." Lin Yu shook his head desperately, his body twisting futilely within the horse-reins bind, the ropes tightening further. The double shame of being completely bound and having his mouth gagged by smelly socks almost broke him. Watching the scene before her, Yang Xinxin's face flushed, her heart pounded, and a warmth spread through her lower body. The feeling of complete control over her son, watching him struggle in extreme humiliation, gave her an unprecedented sense of excitement. "Good boy, now you can only listen to Mom explain your mistakes and reflect properly," she squatted in front of her son, gently stroking his thigh, which was tightly constricted by the ropes, her voice soft yet commanding. "Don't struggle, the more you move, the tighter the ropes will become." For the next forty minutes, Yang Xinxin sat before her son, meticulously explaining the errors in his exam, question by question. Lin Yu could only kneel there, bound tightly in the horse-reins position, his mouth completely gagged by the smelly socks, emitting intermittent whimpers. Whenever he twisted his body out of discomfort, Yang Xinxin would reach out and press on his shoulder, whispering a warning. The study was exceptionally quiet after the punishment. Only the desk lamp cast a soft glow, illuminating a few white ropes scattered on the floor and a damp, pink gag. The air seemed to still hold a faint scent of saliva and the subtle odor of rope friction against fabric. Yang Xinxin helped her son, Lin Yu, to slowly stand from the chair. Lin Yu’s legs were weak from being bound tightly together for so long; he could barely stand. He leaned his entire weight against his mother. A large patch of his white shirt front was soaked with saliva, and the rope marks on his chest and wrists were clearly visible, like a series of red imprints, narrating the long, shameful punishment they had just endured. “Yu’er, don’t move yet. Let Mommy see,” Yang Xinxin’s voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable authority. She had him sit back down on the chair, then knelt before him, carefully examining the rope marks on his body. Her fingers lightly pressed the red marks on his wrists, then traced slowly down his chest along the rope lines, her movements both soothing and tinged with a hidden lingering. Lin Yu lowered his head, not daring to meet his mother’s eyes. His mouth still felt numb and sore, his tongue sluggish. The sensation of having his mouth filled by the gag for nearly forty-five minutes felt as if it were still imprinted on his body – the pink silicone sphere completely filling his mouth, forcing him to keep his jaw agape. Saliva flowed uncontrollably, like a breached dam, spilling from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, his neck, and onto his chest. The humiliation of being completely unable to control his drooling made his cheeks burn even now as he recalled it. “Mom… my mouth is so numb… it feels awful…” Lin Yu’s voice was hoarse, laced with clear distress. “Just now… I couldn’t stop drooling… I felt like an idiot…” Yang Xinxin looked up, her gaze falling on her son’s swollen lips and the moist corners of his eyes. A pang of sympathy welled up within her, but it was overshadowed by an irrepressible sense of satisfied conquest. She reached out with a tissue and gently wiped away the lingering traces of saliva from his mouth, her touch as tender as if she were caring for an infant. “Mommy knows it’s uncomfortable,” she said softly. “But this gag is something Mommy specifically bought to help you. When you get questions wrong, you always find excuses, you always beg. Now that your mouth is stuffed, you can only listen obediently to Mommy and reflect properly. The way you looked just now… drooling down your chin and onto your shirt… Mommy watching it, I did feel a bit heartbroken.” She paused, her voice deepening slightly. “But at the same time, Mommy also felt… you were finally starting to face your mistakes seriously. That look, though messy, was also very obedient.” Lin Yu’s face instantly burned even hotter. He remembered the image of himself tied to the chair, gagged and struggling with muffled sounds, saliva stringing down, and a wave of intense shame surged through him. “Mom… stop talking… I’m so embarrassed…” he protested softly, but lacked the strength to push his mother away. “Being tied up like this, your mouth stuffed… I can’t even speak properly, I can only drool… That feeling… it’s so strange…” Yang Xinxin didn’t respond immediately. She helped her son to his feet and slowly led him back to the bedroom. Along the way, the rhythmic click of her high heels on the floor served as a silent reminder. Once in the room, she had Lin Yu sit on the edge of the bed, then went to the bathroom to fetch warm water, bringing the cup to her son’s lips. “Rinse your mouth, wash away the taste,” she said softly. Lin Yu took the cup and slowly rinsed his mouth. The warm water entering his mouth provided some relief from the soreness and numbness left by the gag. But in his mind, the scene from earlier replayed repeatedly: his mother, dressed in her OL attire, sitting before him, one hand holding his homework, one high-heeled shoe resting on the chair, while he was tightly bound by ropes, his mouth forced open, saliva flowing uncontrollably… That feeling of complete loss of dignity, of being utterly controlled by his mother, filled him with both fear and a strange, indescribable sensation. Yang Xinxin sat on the edge of the bed, watching her son rinse his mouth, her expression complex. She reached out and gently stroked Lin Yu’s hair, her fingertips sliding down his nape to rest on the marks left by the ropes. “Yu’er, do you know why Mommy is becoming stricter?” she asked in a low voice. “Ever since your father left, Mommy has only you to rely on. Mommy wants you to be outstanding, to have a future, so you won’t regret it later. Therefore… these punishments, though they seem cruel, are all thought out by Mommy with great care.” Lin Yu lowered his head, and after a long pause, replied softly, “But Mom… I’m already twenty years old… being tied up like this, gagged… I really… can’t accept it. When I was drooling just now, I felt like I… didn’t even have basic dignity.” Yang Xinxin sighed softly but did not relent. She pulled her son into her embrace, letting his head rest against her full chest. The fabric of her OL blouse, carrying a faint warmth and fragrance, enveloped Lin Yu’s face. “Mommy understands your grievances,” she said, gently patting his back. “But you also need to understand, this is the most private matter between us, mother and son. Only at home, only in front of Mommy, can you relax completely, be completely restrained. No one outside will ever know.” Lin Yu leaned into his mother’s embrace, his body gradually relaxing. But his mind grew increasingly chaotic. He recalled his mother’s gaze as she watched him drool while he was gagged – there was reprimand, tenderness, and something more, a satisfaction he couldn’t quite decipher. That look made him both fearful and subtly aware that his mother seemed to be enjoying the process more and more. And himself? When he was tied, when his mouth was stuffed, when saliva streamed down… why did his body react? Why, amidst the extreme shame, did a trace of an ineffable thrill emerge? “Is there really something wrong with me…” Lin Yu asked himself silently, but dared not speak the words aloud. It was past one in the morning, and the entire house was so quiet that the only sound was the ticking of the wall clock. Lin Yu had been tossing and turning in bed for over two hours, unable to fall asleep. A fire seemed to be burning in his mind, replaying every detail of his mother's punishments from the past few days – the pressure of the ropes tightening on his skin, the suffocating feeling of being gagged by the ball and unable to speak, and his own pathetic state as his saliva dripped uncontrollably. He should have felt angry and resistant, but these memories were like a drug, making him more restless and eager the more he thought about them. A voice in his body seemed to whisper, "Feel it again... be tied up tightly again..." "No... I can't do this..." Lin Yu rubbed his hair vigorously, muttering softly to himself in the darkness. But the more he suppressed it, the stronger the craving became. He sat up, his heart pounding like a drum, his hands trembling slightly. He quietly got out of bed, first confirming that his bedroom door was locked from the inside, then walked to the desk drawer. From the very back, he took out the roll of white cotton rope he had secretly hidden. The rope felt soft yet strong in his hands, instantly bringing back memories of his mother's skilled movements when she tied him up. "It's... just to try... I won't be found..." He kept making excuses in his mind, his face already burning red. But it wasn't enough. He hesitated for a long time, and finally made a decision that was even more shameful. He quietly opened his room door and crept into his mother's room like a thief. Yang Xinxin's room was filled with a faint, mature feminine scent, and the wardrobe was slightly ajar. Lin Yu's heart was about to leap out of his chest. He quickly opened a drawer and found a pair of black, sheer stockings his mother had just taken off that day. The stockings were still warm with her body heat, carrying the faint scent of his mother's legs and the silky smooth texture. Lin Yu's hands trembled as he held the stockings. "Mom... I'm sorry... I just... I just wanted to feel..." He quickly slipped back into his room, locked the door, and leaned against it, gasping for air. Having done something so daring, he felt like he was burning all over. Returning to the bedside, Lin Yu first turned down the room lights to the dimmest setting, leaving only a dim yellow bedside lamp. Then he slowly took off his pants, leaving him in only his underwear. He sat on the edge of the bed and began to bind himself. He first brought his legs together and started wrapping the rope around his ankles, circle by circle, carefully. The moment the rope tightened on his skin, he couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss." The familiar sense of restraint instantly flooded his body, making the hairs on his arms stand on end. He continued to wrap upwards, past his calves and knees, all the way to his thighs, tightly binding his legs together. The knots weren't tied skillfully, and some were unevenly tight, but he deliberately tightened them even more. "So... so tight... I can't move..." Lin Yu panted softly, feeling the oppressive pressure of his legs being completely unable to separate. He then tried to wrap the rope around his upper body, bringing his hands behind his back. Although he couldn't tie them as securely as his mother, he still used the rope to simply bind his hands to his chest and abdomen. He was now in a basic state of self-bondage – his legs were tied tightly, his upper body and hands were greatly restricted, and he could only lie on the bed. Lin Yu looked at his body wrapped in white rope, a wave of shame washing over him. He, a twenty-year-old university student, was secretly tying himself up in the middle of the night... The act made him feel both absurd and uncontrollably excited. But it still didn't feel complete. Lin Yu's trembling hands picked up his mother's black stockings, folded them into a ball, and slowly brought them to his lips. He took a deep breath and then began to stuff the stockings into his mouth, bit by bit. The soft, silky fabric instantly filled his mouth, carrying the faint scent of his mother's legs, the unique texture of the stockings, and a hint of sweat. The act of stuffing his mother's intimate item into his mouth made him feel extremely taboo and ashamed. "Mmm... mmmph..." Lin Yu's eyes immediately welled up with tears. He used his fingers to push the stockings deeper into his mouth, until they were almost completely full, only allowing him to make muffled whimpers. Soon, saliva began to secrete uncontrollably, mixing with the scent of the stockings, and slowly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin. He leaned against the headboard like this, his hands loosely bound behind his back, his legs tightly bound together, his mouth stuffed with his mother's black stockings, and his saliva dripping continuously. His appearance was both pathetic and filled with a morbid sense of indulgence. "Mom... I actually... used your stockings to gag myself..." Lin Yu berated himself frantically in his mind, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm really a pervert... so depraved... What will I do if Mom finds out..." But despite thinking this, his body reacted strongly. His lower body was already fully erect, forming a noticeable bulge in his underwear, trembling slightly with his heartbeat. He gently twisted his bound legs, feeling the pressure of the rope rubbing against his skin. Every struggle made him more excited. Time slowly passed. Lin Yu closed his eyes, his mind filled with images of his mother. He imagined if his mother had tied him up like this herself, then stuffed her stockings into his mouth, watching him drool... The intense sense of humiliation and powerlessness from being completely controlled made him almost drunk. "Mom... I want you to tie me up... I want you to gag me... I want you to watch me drool..." He repeated this most shameful thought over and over in his mind. His body grew hotter, and his saliva dripped incessantly from his chin onto his chest and his thighs, which were tightened by the rope. He maintained this state of self-bondage for a full thirty minutes. During this time, he considered untying himself several times, but couldn't bear to give up the strange pleasure of being restrained. The stockings in his mouth were already completely soaked with saliva, the smell even more potent, making him both disgusted and excited. Just as he was approaching a certain threshold, the doorknob of his room suddenly made a very faint turning sound. About forty minutes later, Yang Xinxin knocked on her son's door. She held a delicate, opaque paper bag in her hand, her face wearing a gentle yet noticeably excited smile. "Yu'er, come out for a moment. Mom has prepared a new gift for you." Lin Yu's heart instantly quickened, and he followed his mother to the study. Yang Xinxin placed the paper bag on the table and took out the items one by one – an exquisite black and white maid outfit (including a headdress and apron), a pair of pure white, thin stockings, a long black straight wig that reached his shoulders, and a matching white lace headband. Upon seeing these items, Lin Yu's face instantly turned pale, his eyes widened, and he took two steps back: "Mom... What... What is this? You don't expect me to wear this, do you? A maid outfit? White stockings? A wig?! I'm a boy... This is too perverted... I absolutely refuse to wear it!" Yang Xinxin didn't get angry; instead, she smiled gently. She unfolded the maid outfit, its skirt with layers of delicate pleats, and the neckline and cuffs adorned with beautiful lace trim. Her voice was soft but carried an undeniable assertiveness: "Yu'er, didn't you actively tell Mom last night that you enjoyed being tied up and played with by Mom, that you liked being humiliated and controlled? Mom has thought about it for a long time and feels that dressing you in a maid outfit, white stockings, and a wig will allow you to experience a more intense sense of shame and stress relief. Didn't you say it felt good to be completely controlled by Mom? Then listen to Mom and put them on properly. Let Mom see." Lin Yu's face flushed to the roots of his neck, his voice trembling, with clear resistance and shame: "Mom... Please... It's already embarrassing enough for me to wear a maid outfit, and now white stockings and a wig... I really can't accept it... If anyone finds out, my life will be ruined..." Yang Xinxin stepped forward, gently cupped her son's face, looked directly into his eyes, and her voice deepened, soft yet firm: "Yu'er, this is our secret, Mom will never let anyone know. You like being played with by Mom, and Mom wants to see you at your most shameful and obedient. Put them on... Mom promises, tonight only the two of us will appreciate it. Didn't you say you liked being controlled by Mom? Now, let's start by putting on these clothes, okay?" Lin Yu struggled for a long time under his mother's assertive yet seductive gaze. Finally, blushing and lowering his head, he whispered his compromise: "...Alright... but only this once..." Yang Xinxin smiled with satisfaction and began to help her son change. She first had Lin Yu take off his shirt and pants completely, leaving him in only his underwear. Then, she helped him put on the upper part of the maid outfit. The "Yu'er, are you awake?" she called softly, her voice gentle yet with an undeniable penetration. The bedroom door slowly opened, and Lin Yu walked out. He had already changed into the black and white maid outfit, the white apron tied around his waist, the hem falling just to the middle of his thighs. White garter stockings encased his firm, strong legs, shimmering with a soft sheen in the morning light. But the most striking feature was the black leather collar around his neck—put on last night, and his mother hadn't allowed him to take it off. "Mom... good morning." Lin Yu lowered his head, his voice muffled, the tips of his ears flushing slightly. He was unaccustomed to walking around the house dressed like this, feeling the air flow between his legs with every step. Yang Xinxin put down her coffee cup and walked up to her son, gently lifting his chin and forcing him to look at her. "At home, you should call me 'Master.' Have you forgotten?" Lin Yu's face instantly turned crimson. His mother had indeed mentioned this requirement when they signed the contract last night, but the thought of actually saying it aloud filled him with an indescribable shame. "Mas... Master..." he whispered, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, his eyes darting away, unable to meet his mother's gaze. "Very good." Yang Xinxin smiled with satisfaction, her finger tracing from his chin to the collar, lightly hooking the metal ring. "Today, Mom will teach you a new way of restraint, called 'Shimabari.' It's a basic pose in Japanese rope bondage, very suitable for long-term suspension." "Shima... bari?" Lin Yu's voice trembled. He had a vague feeling this was not a good thing. "Yes. Lie down on the carpet, and Mom will demonstrate." Yang Xinxin pulled the leash ring attached to the collar and led her son to the soft carpet in the center of the living room. Lin Yu hesitated for a moment, then obediently lay down. The short skirt of the maid outfit slid up further as he lay down, revealing more of his thigh wrapped in white stockings. His face pressed against the carpet, he could smell the faint scent of detergent, and his heart began to race. "Shimabari means to bind all four limbs separately, so that the body is spread out as if being pulled in four directions by four horses, rendering one completely immobile," Yang Xinxin explained, taking out the roll of white cotton rope from under the sofa and the notes she had jotted down while researching last night. "This is Mom's first time trying it formally, so I might be a bit clumsy. You'll have to bear with me." Lin Yu turned his head and saw his mother kneeling beside him, holding the rope and carefully studying the tutorial on her phone screen. Her serious expression made him feel both amused and even more ashamed—his mother was genuinely putting in effort to learn how to tie him up. "Let's start with your wrists." Yang Xinxin put away her phone and pulled Lin Yu's hands behind his back. Following the tutorial, she first wrapped the rope around his wrists a few times for basic fixation, then attempted a "reverse bind" pose. But her technique was clearly not yet proficient. The first loop of the rope was too loose, and Lin Yu's wrists could still move; the second loop suddenly tightened, making him cry out involuntarily, "Mom... it's too tight... my hands are going numb..." "Ah, sorry." Yang Xinxin quickly loosened it a bit, her cheeks flushing. "Mom is still not very skilled... Wait a moment, let me see how this knot should be tied..." She actually took out her phone again, looked at the tutorial carefully for a few seconds, and then adjusted it. "It should be like this... go under, then cross... yes, this should work." With his hands bound behind his back, Lin Yu felt his mother's clumsy yet earnest movements, and a strange feeling welled up inside him. His mother was no longer the high and mighty punisher, but a "novice" who made mistakes, got nervous, and needed to consult tutorials. This contrast reduced some of the oppressive feeling of the discipline, but the shame remained undiminished. After binding his hands, Yang Xinxin began to work on his feet. She spread Lin Yu's legs apart, stretching them to the sides, and then used the rope to tie his ankles to two anchor points that she had secretly installed under the living room carpet last night. "Spread your legs a little wider... yes, just like that..." Yang Xinxin adjusted the length of the rope, forcing her son's legs apart at a shameful angle. "The key to Shimabari is to make the bound person completely unable to bring their legs together, completely losing the ability to protect their privacy." Lin Yu's face was pressed against the carpet, and he could clearly feel his legs being pulled apart. The hem of the maid outfit rolled up further due to the spreading of his legs, his underwear almost exposed. The shame of being forcibly exposed made his whole body burn, and he desperately tried to bring his legs together, but they were firmly secured by the ropes. "Mom... this is too embarrassing... my legs are spread so wide..." he protested with a tearful voice, muffled from the carpet. Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat: "All day... restraint?" "Yes." Yang Xin Xin sat up, the silk comforter sliding off her body, revealing the perfect curves of a mature woman. "And today, Mother will use her body... to completely accept you. Last night was just with my mouth, today... do you want to truly enter Mother?" The words struck Lin Yu's brain like an electric current. His eyes widened as he looked at his mother's gentle yet desire-filled gaze, and his lower body instantly reacted. "I... I want to..." he admitted, choked up, "Master... I want to..." "Good boy." Yang Xin Xin smiled with satisfaction and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "But first, we need to prepare." She got out of bed and took a special rope from the wardrobe—thinner and softer than the previous cotton rope, but just as strong. There was also a new "outfit": a black, one-piece garment with multiple rope loops. "This is a restraint suit Mother bought especially yesterday." Yang Xin Xin helped her son put on the strange one-piece garment. "It has preset rope loops that can fix your hands and feet in any position. And..." Her fingers traced the opening design at the crotch of the suit, "this is very convenient. Mother can touch you anytime, and you can enter Mother anytime." Lin Yu trembled as he let his mother dress him in this shameful "outfit." The black, tight fabric wrapped around his body, outlining the muscular lines of a young man, while the opening at the crotch left his private parts completely exposed, with no covering. "Now, tie your hands." Yang Xin Xin had her son sit on the edge of the bed, pulled his hands behind his back, and wrapped the thin rope around his wrists, securing them to the loops on the back of the suit. This time, the binding was special—his arms were pulled straight, pressed against his sides, and his wrists were secured behind his waist, preventing him from reaching forward or moving his arms significantly. "This binding is called 'servant's bind'," Yang Xin Xin explained. "It allows you to walk and sit normally, but you can't touch yourself with your hands or resist Mother. You need Mother to help you with everything—feeding you, wiping your mouth, even... going to the toilet." Lin Yu tried to move his arms and found it was indeed true. His hands were firmly secured behind his waist, and he could only twist his fingers slightly, unable to free himself at all. "Next are your feet." Yang Xin Xin squatted down and tied a thin rope around each of Lin Yu's ankles. The other end of the rope was connected to the loops on the thighs of the suit. "This is a 'stride restriction' bind. The rope will limit your steps to very Saturday morning, Lin Yu stood before the mirror, his hands bound behind his back, his legs trembling slightly. The dilator inside him was a size larger than yesterday, its base lodged between his buttocks, pulsing with each breath. What terrified him more was that today wasn't a school day, nor a trip to the supermarket. Today was the monthly family gathering at his grandparents' house – his entire extended family, for the whole afternoon, and he had to face his closest relatives with this thing inside him. "Yu'er, are you ready?" Yang Xinxin's voice came from outside the door, as gentle as ever, yet it sent a shiver through Lin Yu. He opened the door to see his mother already dressed for going out – a demure dark green dress, her hair styled in an elegant bun, looking like any ordinary daughter on a weekend. But Lin Yu knew, today she was far from "ordinarily" visiting her parents. "Master... do I really have to wear this to Grandpa's house..." Lin Yu's voice trembled with palpable fear, "Grandpa and Grandma love me so much... what if they find out..." "That's why you need to be more careful." Yang Xinxin walked up to her son, her finger gently pressing on the base between his buttocks. "There's no remote today, and Mother won't touch you in front of the relatives. You need to control your expression, talk to your grandparents naturally, play chess with your uncle, help your aunt with the vegetables... just like usual. If you slip up..." she paused, lowering her voice, "the punishment when we get home will be severe." She untied the ropes from Lin Yu's wrists, then took out the clothes she had prepared for him from the wardrobe – a pair of loose dark grey trousers, and a casual suit jacket. His underwear was still the special kind: with a loop in the back to ensure the dilator wouldn't shift. "Put them on," Yang Xinxin commanded. "Remember, today you are the filial grandson, the sensible nephew. Not Mother's slave. At least, not on the surface." Lin Yu trembled as he put on the clothes. The dilator inside him pushed deeper with his movements, the feeling of fullness pressing down, causing him to become hard almost immediately. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the shameful excitement. They left the house, got into the car, and drove to his grandparents'. Along the way, Yang Xinxin only glanced at him occasionally in the rearview mirror, her silent attention making him more nervous than any touch. His grandparents lived in an old district, in a two-story traditional house. His uncle's car was already parked outside – they had arrived earlier. "Yu'er is here! Come let Grandma have a look!" Grandma greeted him with a smile, taking Lin Yu's hand. Lin Yu forced a stiff smile, letting his grandmother pull him into the house. With every step, he could feel the dilator inside him shifting slightly, its base rubbing against his underwear, sending waves of undeniable stimulation. His erection pressed against his trousers; thankfully, the jacket was long enough to conceal his embarrassing state. "Why is Yu'er walking a bit strangely..." Grandma observed him with concern, "Are your legs uncomfortable?" "He's been sitting too much lately, his lumbar muscles are a bit strained," Yang Xinxin lied smoothly, while giving her son a warning glance. "That's why I specifically brought him out to get some exercise today." Lin Yu nodded frantically, his voice trembling, "Yes... lumbar muscle strain... rest will help..." In the living room, his uncle was watching TV. Seeing Lin Yu enter, he clapped him heartily on the back, "You're getting stronger, young man! Come, play a game of chess with your uncle!" His uncle's grip was strong, pushing Lin Yu forward, causing the dilator inside him to thrust deeper, stimulating his sensitive spot. He let out a suppressed groan, almost doubling over. "What's wrong?" his uncle asked, puzzled. "Nothing... nothing..." Lin Yu bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes, "Okay... let's play chess..." He sat stiffly on the sofa, his legs pressed together, unable to sit down fully, his buttocks hovering just above the cushion to avoid pressing on the base. His uncle set up the chessboard and began the game. But Lin Yu couldn't concentrate at all; the foreign object inside him made every second an agony. "Your turn, Yu'er," his uncle urged. Lin Yu fumbled with the chess pieces, his hands shaking. Suddenly, his aunt peeked out from the kitchen, "Yu'er, come help Aunt with the vegetables! Your grandma's back isn't good, give her a hand." A dilator, slightly smaller than yesterday's medium size but designed with more cunning, was steadily stretching open his most secret place. The base pressed tightly between his buttocks, pulsing faintly with each breath, a living thing reminding him of his predicament. "Awake?" Yang Xinxin emerged from the bathroom, having changed into a loose beige dress cinched with a thin belt, looking like an ordinary mother out for groceries on a weekend. But Lin Yu knew today's "outing" would be anything but ordinary. "Master... are we really going out?" Lin Yu's voice trembled, his throat dry. "Wearing this... what if someone finds out? What if... it slips out..." Yang Xinxin walked to the bedside, leaned down, and her slender fingers gently pressed the base between his buttocks through his pajama pants, feeling its warmth and tightness. "It won't slip out. Mom specifically chose the threaded kind; the base is locked in tight. Unless you actively try to squeeze it out, it will stay put obediently." She lowered her voice, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "Besides... don't you find that feeling of 'potential exposure' rather thrilling?" She untied the ropes from Lin Yu's wrists and took out clothes from the closet that had been prepared long ago – a pair of loose, dark casual pants and a long trench coat. "Don't wear anything underneath. Put the pants on directly. Button the trench coat up tightly, take smaller steps when you walk, and try to keep your posture natural. If any passerby notices anything..." Yang Xinxin paused, her eyes deep. "You know the consequences." Lin Yu's fingers trembled as he put on the clothes. The dilator gently rubbed inside him with every bend and lift of his legs, sending electric currents down his spine. His front reacted almost immediately, hardening painfully, but it was pressed tightly by the pants, making it even more uncomfortable. "Your front is hard again?" Yang Xinxin saw his abnormality at a glance, her finger lightly pressing the bulging outline through the pants. "Endure it. The rule for today's outing is this – your back is stuffed full, but your front is forbidden to release. You can only suffer slowly between shame and desire until we get home." She took her son's hand and they walked out of the house. In the elevator, they encountered Grandpa Zhang from the sixth floor. Lin Yu instantly became so nervous his palms sweated, and his legs instinctively clamped together, terrified that his movements might make a sound from inside him, or worse – cause it to slip out. "Little Lin, still going out with your mom on the weekend?" Grandpa Zhang greeted them with a smile. "Mm... just going to buy some things..." Lin Yu forced a smile, his voice trembling slightly from the constant pressure inside him. Grandpa Zhang, oblivious, nodded and left the elevator. The moment the doors closed, Lin Yu leaned against the cold metal wall, almost collapsing, gasping for air, his back already drenched in sweat. "You did well," Yang Xinxin praised in a low voice, her finger secretly slipping under the hem of the trench coat to lightly press the base. "But you clamped too tightly just now; your walking posture would have looked unnatural. Relax a bit, like you normally do." Stepping out of the complex, the summer sun beat down intensely. Lin Yu could feel sweat trickling down his back, making the dilator inside him even more slippery. With every step, it shifted slightly inside, pressing against the most sensitive inner walls, forcing him to bite his lower lip hard to keep from making a sound. The supermarket was directly opposite the complex, a short few hundred meters that felt like a lifetime to him. Entering the supermarket, the blast of cold air from the air conditioning finally calmed him down a little. But when he saw the bustling crowd inside, his heart leaped into his throat again. "You go push the shopping cart," Yang Xinxin said, her tone deliberately calm but unyielding. "Mom needs to buy milk, eggs... and a bigger dilator for you. The one at home isn't enough for you anymore, is it?" "Master..." Lin Yu's face instantly burned crimson, his voice almost breaking. "Please... don't say things like that here..." "Go get the cart." Yang Xinxin lightly patted his butt, her fingertip intentionally or unintentionally pressing near the base. Lin Yu walked stiffly towards the shopping cart area. The act of pushing the cart caused him to lean forward, and the dilator, due to the change in posture, pushed deeper inside. The intense feeling of fullness made his legs go weak on the spot. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the whimper threatening to escape his throat, and pushed the cart back to his mother. The subsequent shopping trip turned into a long and agonizing ordeal. Yang Xinxin deliberately walked slowly, lingering at each shelf. Sometimes she would ask her son to reach for items on high shelves – an action that would cause the dilator to shift upwards inside him. Other times, she would have him bend down to pick up promotional items on lower shelves – an action that would press the base more forcefully against his entrance. "Yu'er, help Mom get that pack of tissues from the bottom shelf," she said, pointing to the lowest shelf, her tone as if discussing the most ordinary matter. Lin Yu forced himself to squat down. The moment he squoatted, the dilator, due to gravity and posture, dropped sharply, the base jamming hard against his entrance. The intense, swollen, and numb sensation instantly shot up to his brain, making his vision black out, almost causing him to collapse. "Are you alright?" a clear female voice suddenly came from behind him. Lin Yu spun around, his heart nearly stopping – standing there was his high school classmate, Li Ting. "Lin Yu? Is that really you! Long time no see!" Li Ting's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you studying nearby now?" "Ah... yes... near home..." Lin Yu managed to straighten up, his legs trembling slightly from the pressure of the foreign object inside him, his voice extremely dry. "And this is..." Li Ting looked at Yang Xinxin. "I'm his mother," Yang Xinxin smiled naturally. "Yu'er, aren't you going to introduce your classmate to Mom?" "This is... Li Ting, my high school classmate..." Lin Yu's back was already drenched. He could clearly feel the dilator contracting slightly inside him with his anxious heartbeat. The torment of being completely filled yet unable to release was driving him mad. "You look quite pale. Are you feeling unwell? And your posture when walking is a bit strange..." Li Ting frowned with concern. "He twisted his waist playing ball yesterday," Yang Xinxin lied smoothly, her hand secretly reaching behind Lin Yu to lightly press the base of the dilator. "So his movements are a bit stiff. Right, Yu'er?" That press hit a sensitive spot like an electric shock, and Lin Yu almost cried out. He bit his lip hard, sweat trickling down his forehead. "Yes... twisted my waist..." "Then get well soon," Li Ting said a few more words of concern before waving goodbye. After she was out of earshot, Lin Yu almost collapsed onto the shopping cart, gasping for air, his eyes red. "Master... I was so scared... she almost found out just now..." Yes. She gently pressed the tip of the dilator, aimed it at the entrance, and slowly, firmly pushed it in. "Relax, breathe, push outwards..." she guided, feeling the resistance in her hand. "Yes, that's it... it's in..." The pink dilator gradually disappeared into Lin Yu's body until the round base nestled snugly between his buttocks. Lin Yu let out a long, tearful sigh. The feeling of being completely filled made him almost go crazy – not pain, but an extreme sense of fullness and shame, along with the undeniable pleasure from the foreign object pressing against his sensitive points. "It's all the way in," Yang Xinxin lightly patted the base, looking at the pink disc peeking out between her son's buttocks, a strong sense of satisfaction welling up within her. "Now, how does it feel? That feeling of being full, stretched open?" "Mmm... so full..." Lin Yu's voice was muffled, coming from the pillow. "It feels... like something is pressing inside... it's so strange... and my front is so hard..." "That's because it's stimulating your sensitive points," Yang Xinxin stood up, untying the ankle restraints from the bedpost but keeping his wrists bound. "Now, you have to wear this and complete your morning routine. Go kneel in the living room. Mom wants to see you walk with the dilator in." She tugged on the rope behind her son's waist, leading him off the bed like a pet. With every step Lin Yu took, he could feel the dilator inside him shifting slightly with his gait, rubbing against his sensitive inner points, sending waves of uncontrollable stimulation. His front ached with hardness, but there was nowhere to release it. He could only shuffle with small steps, his posture awkward and shameful. "Good walking posture," Yang Xinxin said, sitting on the living room sofa and watching her son kneel before her. "Like a little duck, waddling. Every step you take, it moves inside, right?" Lin Yu nodded, his face flushed, kneeling on the carpet. His buttocks protruded more due to the kneeling position, and the base of the dilator was clearly visible. He could feel the foreign object inside him pulsing faintly with his breathing and heartbeat. The continuous feeling of fullness made him both ashamed and excited. "This morning's task is simple," Yang Xinxin picked up a book. "You have to maintain this kneeling position here. You cannot touch yourself with your hands, nor can you release. Mom will read here and occasionally check on your condition. If the dilator falls out... Mom will replace it with a bigger one and insert it again." Time ticked by. Lin Yu knelt on the carpet, the dilator inside him continuously stimulating his sensitive points. His front ached with hardness, but he couldn't release. Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth onto the carpet. His consciousness gradually blurred, leaving only the shame of being filled and the persistent excitement. "It's been two hours," Yang Xinxin put down her book and walked in front of her son, squatting down to inspect. She gently nudged the base of the dilator, feeling its tightness. "It seems your body has adapted very well. It hasn't fallen out, nor has it loosened. It's time for the medium size." "No... don't change to a bigger one..." Lin Yu begged tearfully. "This one is already so full... any bigger and it will break..." "It won't. Your body is very soft," Yang Xinxin took out the medium-sized dilator – twice as thick as the previous one. "And Mom will help you relax. Come, lie on your stomach, lift your hips." She had her son lie on his stomach, his face pressed to the floor, his hips raised high. Then, she slowly pulled out the pink dilator. Amidst Lin Yu's disappointed gasps, she applied more lubricant to the medium-sized dilator. "Relax, push outwards..." she commanded, aiming the larger dilator at his entrance. "Let Mom put this bigger one in..." The entry of the medium-sized dilator was noticeably more difficult. Lin Yu let out a pained whimper, his body trembling violently. His entrance was stretched to its limit, and the tearing, swollen sensation brought tears to his eyes. "Bear with it, it'll be over soon..." Yang Xinxin pushed firmly yet gently until the base fit snugly again. "Done. See, your body can accommodate a larger one. Now, it's even fuller inside. How does it feel?" Lin Yu lay on the carpet, gasping for air. The fullness from the medium-sized dilator was several times more intense than before, making it almost impossible for him to think. He could feel his front turning purplish with hardness, its tip oozing a large amount of fluid, yet there was nowhere to release it. "Master... I feel so uncomfortable... my front is so hard... I really want to cum..." he choked out, begging. "No, you can't cum yet," Yang Xinxin stood up. "This is part of the development. To make your body accustomed to being filled, stimulated, yet unable to release. This afternoon, Mom will teach you more advanced play. For now, continue kneeling." Another two hours passed. Just as Lin Yu was about to break, Yang Xinxin finally untied his wrists, granting him freedom. But the development was not over. "Now, the final step," Yang Xinxin had her son lie on the bed, then stripped naked and straddled him. "Mom is going to receive you with her body... but at the same time, this will remain inside you." She gently pressed the base of the dilator and then guided her son's erect penis into her body. The sensation of double fullness – his front inside his mother, his back stretched by the dilator – made Lin Yu let out a long, near-broken moan. The morning sun, filtering through the gaps in the curtains, cast a gentle glow upon the large bed in the master bedroom. Lin Yu slowly awoke, his body held in a soft yet firm embrace of ropes. His hands were bound tightly together in front of him, arms outstretched, and his legs were spread and secured to the posts at the foot of the bed. The lingering sensations from the previous night still clung to every inch of his skin. He blinked, trying to adjust to the light, only to find his mother, Yang Xinxin, already seated by the bedside, idly playing with a pink gag. The object emitted a faint rubbery scent, standing out conspicuously in the morning light. "Awake, are we?" Yang Xinxin's voice was as gentle as water, yet carried an undeniable expectation. She reached out and lightly stroked her son's hair, her fingertips weaving through his strands like she was soothing a newly awakened pet. "Today is 'Gagged All Day.' From now until you fall asleep tonight, a full sixteen hours, your mouth will be completely filled by this. You won't be able to speak, won't be able to eat properly, and can only let your saliva dribble out. All the words you want to say, all the requests you want to make, you'll have to convey through whimpers and your eyes to Mother." Lin Yu's heartbeat instantly became erratic. The memories of last night were still as vivid as if they had just happened. He instinctively wanted to speak, but only managed to swallow a mouthful of saliva. "Master... not being able to speak all day... won't that be too... too uncomfortable?" His voice was hoarse from just waking up, his eyes a mixture of nervousness and a hint of secret excitement. "That's why you need to get used to it slowly," Yang Xinxin smiled and picked up the gag. It was larger than any he had used before, nearly five centimeters in diameter, smooth on the surface, with several small hollowed-out holes in the center designed to allow saliva to flow out slowly, but completely block any clear speech. She pinched Lin Yu's chin, her thumb pressing gently, forcing him to open his mouth involuntarily. "Good boy, open wider, Mother will put it in for you." The rubber sphere was pushed into his mouth slowly but firmly, filling every corner, pressing against his tongue, forcing his jaw into an awkward, slightly open angle. Straps wrapped around from the sides of his cheeks and fastened at the back of his head with a crisp click. Lin Yu's throat immediately let out a muffled "whimper," and saliva uncontrollably spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and onto his chest, where the ropes had left red marks. It was cool and ticklish. "Mmmph..." He tried to protest, but only managed to squeeze out a jumbled nasal sound. His tongue was pinned by the sphere, unable to move, and swallowing became incredibly difficult. Saliva accumulated, seeping out through the hollow holes, forming shameful trails. Yang Xinxin stepped back half a pace, her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over her son's entire body as if admiring a work of art. His hands bound in front of him, legs spread and secured, his mouth distorted by the pink gag, saliva glistening at the corners of his lips – he looked like a completely surrendered slave. A satisfied smile flashed in her eyes. "Doesn't it feel particularly shameful, not being able to speak?" She picked up a soft silk scarf and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, her movements as meticulous as if she were caring for an infant. "But from today onwards, you won't need to speak. Just listen to Mother and whimper like a little pet. Mother will take care of everything for you." She unfastened the ankle restraints at the foot of the bed, allowing Lin Yu to stand up with difficulty, but the arm restraints and the spiral bindings on his feet remained. He could only shuffle along with small steps, each movement of the ropes a gentle friction against his skin, reminding him of his current predicament. Saliva continued to drip uncontrollably, leaving a trail of damp marks on the floor. "Let's go wash up first," Yang Xinxin said, taking his arm and leading him towards the bathroom, much like leading a well-behaved dog. Standing before the mirror, Lin Yu stared at his reflection: the pink gag distended his mouth into a round shape, saliva constantly overflowed from the corners, sliding down his chin to his chest, his eyes slightly reddened with shame. He wanted to say something, to protest this absurd situation, but every time he opened his mouth, only a "whimper" came out, and the saliva flowed even more profusely. Yang Xinxin stood behind him, personally washing his face, carefully avoiding the gag area with warm water, and then attempting to clean his teeth – of course, only the exposed parts. Throughout the process, Lin Yu could only lower his head, letting his mother have her way. After washing up, she led him to the kitchen and had him sit in a chair by the dining table. Breakfast was a bowl of warm porridge. Yang Xinxin scooped a spoonful, chewed it into a paste in her own mouth, then leaned down and kissed her son's lips, which were stretched open by the gag. Her tongue skillfully maneuvered around the rubber sphere, delivering the food bit by bit down his throat. "Mmmph—!" Lin Yu's eyes widened, his body instinctively trembling. This "bird-feeding" made him utterly ashamed. His mother's tongue, carrying the warmth and moisture of the food, filled his mouth along with the gag. He was forced to swallow, the food mixing with saliva and spilling from the corners of his mouth, leaving him in a disheveled state. "Good boy, swallow it," Yang Xinxin wiped the remnants from his mouth, her eyes gentle yet possessive. "Continue, every meal today will be like this." Spoonful after spoonful, she repeated the process unhurriedly. Lin Yu's chest became damp with saliva and food scraps, the sticky sensation making him feel hot all over, yet he couldn't escape, only accepting his mother's "tender feeding" again and again. By the end of breakfast, his face was flushed, and his breathing was rapid. The morning training began in the living room. Yang Xinxin had him kneel in the center of the carpet, his hands still bound in front of him, his mouth filled with the gag. "This is 'Gag Placement Training.' Maintain this posture for an hour, keep drooling, and let Mother admire your most disheveled state. If any saliva drips on the floor, you will clean it with your face." Lin Yu knelt with difficulty, his knees sinking into the soft carpet. Saliva soon began to drip in large amounts, flowing down his chin, chest, and onto the floor. He tried to lower his head to wipe it with his cheek, but his posture was contorted due to his bound hands and open mouth. The more clumsy he was, the more saliva flowed. After ten minutes, his chin began to ache; after twenty minutes, his mouth felt numb, as if it wasn't his own; after thirty minutes, his chest was soaked through, and a small puddle had formed in front of his knees. Yang Xinxin sat on the sofa, leisurely flipping through a book, occasionally glancing up at her son kneeling on the floor. Seeing him struggling to maintain his posture, yet unable to stop drooling, the corners of her lips curved upwards. The satisfaction of complete control flowed through her like a warm current. "Thirty more minutes," she reminded him softly, "move even slightly and I'll add ten minutes." Lin Yu gritted his teeth – even though his mouth was completely sealed – and desperately tried to remain still. Saliva continuously poured from the hollow holes, and he could hear his own suppressed whimpers echoing in the living room. Shame washed over him in waves, yet it was mixed with a strange pleasure. Finally, after an hour, he was helped up, his body aching. Yang Xinxin gently wiped his mouth and chest. "You did well," she praised, then picked up a scarf. "Next is outdoor training. Mother will take you for a walk in the park downstairs. You'll wear the gag, and I'll lead you on a walk outside. If anyone notices... you'll whimper, and Mother will handle it." Lin Yu shook his head violently, emitting rapid "Mmmph-mmph-mmph" sounds, saliva splashing from his mouth, his eyes filled with terror. Outside? Like this? "You must go, it's part of the training," Yang Xinxin said, brooks no argument, and carefully wrapped the scarf around the lower half of his face, concealing the pink gag. "This way, it will look like you have a swollen cheek from a toothache. As long as you don't cry out or remove the scarf, no one will know." He lay in his mother's master bedroom, his hands bound straight in front of him, his legs spread and secured to the foot of the bed. But what terrified him more was that his mother was already sitting by the bedside, holding that pink gag, six centimeters in diameter – today, he was going to wear this to university classes. "It's Monday, you have three classes," Yang Xin Xin gently stroked her son's hair, a dangerous glint in her eyes, "From eight this morning to five this afternoon, for a full nine hours, you will sit in the classroom wearing this gag. You cannot speak, cannot answer questions, cannot communicate with anyone. All your needs must be expressed to Mother through your eyes and whimpers – Mother will wait for you outside the classroom." Lin Yu's heart nearly stopped: "Master... nine hours... my classmates will find out... what if the teacher calls my name..." "So be careful." Yang Xin Xin pinched his chin, forcing his mouth open, "Open up, Mother will put it in for you. This time, we'll use a special fixation method to ensure it won't fall out." She slowly pushed the gag into Lin Yu's mouth. The rubber sphere filled his entire oral cavity, pressing against his tongue and forcing his jaw to remain open. Then, she took out a specially made strap – wider and more secure than before – which extended from both sides of the gag, wrapped around his cheeks, and fastened behind his head with a crisp "click." Finally, she took out a scarf and skillfully wrapped it around her son's mouth, making it look like a toothache or facial injury. "How does it feel?" She stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Mmmph..." Lin Yu immediately let out muffled whimpers, saliva beginning to seep uncontrollably from the edges of the gag, absorbed by the scarf, forming a damp patch. He tried to speak, but could only produce indistinct groans. His jaw began to ache from being held open for so long, and saliva continuously secreted, unable to be swallowed, only allowed to flow out. "Remember," Yang Xin Xin helped him adjust his clothes, "At school, if anyone asks you anything, just point to the scarf and indicate you have a toothache and can't speak. Mother will be waiting for you outside the classroom or in the hallway, checking on you every hour. If the gag falls out, or if you take it out..." she paused, "tonight's punishment will be something you'll never forget." She untied his feet, allowing her son to stand, but kept his arms bound straight in front of him – unable to raise his hands, unable to cover the abnormality of his mouth. Lin Yu could only shuffle, his hands bound in front of him, his mouth covered by the gag and scarf, saliva constantly seeping out and running down his chin to his chest. They went out, got in the car, and drove to the university. Along the way, Yang Xin Xin glanced at him from the rearview mirror from time to time, that silent attention making him more nervous than any touch. Arriving at the university entrance, Lin Yu's heart pounded as if it would leap out of his chest. It was Monday, and the entrance was bustling with students walking in groups. He kept his head down, his hands bound in front of him, his mouth covered by the scarf, his posture awkward and conspicuous. "Remember, act natural," Yang Xin Xin whispered in his ear, "Mother will be waiting for you in the lounge area on the third floor of the teaching building. You must come find Mother during every break between classes so she can help you clean your saliva." She adjusted the scarf for her son, concealing the outline of the gag, then gently pushed him: "Go on. Your first class is Advanced Mathematics, don't be late." Lin Yu walked stiffly towards the teaching building. With every step, he could feel the pressure of the gag, and saliva continuously secreted, soaking the inside of the scarf. His hands were bound straight in front of him, unable to swing naturally, his posture appearing as if he were injured or disabled. In the elevator, he encountered a classmate, Li Hao. "Lin Yu? What happened to your hands?" Li Hao noticed his hands bound in front of him, "And your mouth..." Lin Yu's heart nearly stopped. He pointed to his scarf and let out a muffled "Mmmph," saliva seeping from the edge of the scarf and running down his chin to his chest. "Toothache? Face swollen?" Li Hao asked with concern, "Then why are you here for class? You should take leave!" Lin Yu shook his head desperately, emitting rapid "Mmmph" sounds. He dared not speak, could not speak, and could only let the saliva continue to flow. "Alright, then be careful," Li Hao nodded, but his eyes held a hint of confusion, "Do you need me to help you carry your books?" The room was still shrouded in dimness in the early morning as Lin Yu awoke from a heavy darkness. The gag was already stuffed full, stretching his mouth wide open. The blindfold fit snugly, covering his eyes, and his hands were bound behind his back in the familiar position, the ropes leaving his skin faintly numb. But this time was different; he felt his legs were also tightly bound – not forced apart, but bent and forced towards his body, his knees pressed against his chest, his entire being folded into a ball. "Today, Mother will teach you a new way of binding," Yang Xinxin's voice came from the darkness, low and filled with suppressed excitement. "It's called 'crab binding,' also known as 'bundle binding.' All your limbs are tied together, curling your body completely, like an overturned crab, unable to straighten at all, forced to remain in the most humble and shameful posture." She gently but firmly had her son lie on his side, then began to wrap the ropes. The rope started from his ankles, wound around his bent legs, passed through the base of his thighs, and then connected to his wrists behind his back. She pulled each wrap very tight, and Lin Yu could clearly feel the ropes digging deeply into his skin. His hands were bound behind his back, his legs forced to bend towards his chest, his knees almost touching his chin, his ankles secured on either side of his hips, forming a tight sphere. "Mmmph—!" Lin Yu let out a muffled, terrified whimper, his body forced into a tight curl, completely unable to straighten his legs or extend his arms. He tried to struggle, but could only writhe slightly in place, like a worm trapped in a shell. "How does it feel?" Yang Xinxin stepped back, admiring her masterpiece, her voice full of satisfaction. "The key to crab binding is to make you completely lose the ability to move, leaving you only in this humiliating, curled posture. And..." She reached out and gently pushed her son's shoulder, and Lin Yu immediately rolled to one side, slowly turning on the bed. The feeling of being completely unable to control himself, being tossed around like a ball, brought tears to his eyes instantly, welling up beneath the blindfold. "Mmmph..." He let out a humble whimper, saliva uncontrollably spilling from the edges of the gag, flowing down his cheeks to his curled chest, wetting the fabric. "Next, 'breast binding.'" Yang Xinxin stopped him from rolling and adjusted him to face the ceiling, then began to wrap ropes around her son's chest. "Even though you're a boy, it can be bound well here too. Let Mother see what a chest looks like when it's tightened by ropes." The rope passed under his chest and around his back, crossing in front, then winding upwards in circles. She deliberately made each wrap press against the sensitive points on his chest, the ropes digging deeply into his skin, forming clear grooves on his chest. Lin Yu's breathing immediately became difficult, each inhale feeling like it was being squeezed tightly by something. "Mmmph..." He let out a pained whimper, his chest tightening, saliva constantly flowing from the gag, dripping down his chin. "Very good." Yang Xinxin reached out and gently stroked his chest, which was reddened by the ropes, her fingertips playing on the sensitive spots. "Now, begin serving your entire body. But you must maintain this crab-bound posture and serve Mother with your mouth—of course, the mouth stretched open by the gag." She took off her robe, revealing her mature, full body, then straddled her son's curled form, her feet placed on either side of his face. The warm scent of her body mixed with the faint smell of shower gel enveloped Lin Yu. "Start with your feet. Just like yesterday, but today it must be more humble—you're bound into a ball, completely unable to move, only able to passively rub with your mouth." She brought one foot to her son's gagged mouth. Lin Yu struggled to turn his head, using his lips and tongue, restricted by the plastic ball, to clumsily nuzzle his mother's toes. The crab-bound posture made it impossible for him to lift his head, so he could only passively wait for his mother to bring her foot to his mouth, then use the tip of his tongue to lick in small movements. The saliva mixed with the smell of her feet, making him feel both ashamed and inexplicably excited. "You're not licking well enough." Yang Xinxin frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "It seems a little punishment is needed to make you focus better." She stood up, took out an exceptionally thick dilator from the wardrobe—thicker than any before, almost as thick as her fist, its surface covered with raised bumps. Then, she temporarily loosened part of the crab binding, exposing her son's buttocks, and slowly pushed the cold, thick object into his anus. "Mmmph-mmph-mmph-mmph—!" Lin Yu let out a heart-wrenching whimper, his entrance forcibly stretched to its limit. The tearing, distending pain and fullness instantly swept through his entire body, making him tremble violently and break out in a cold sweat. "Now, re-bind." Yang Xinxin skillfully tightened the ropes, curling her son back into the crab-bound posture. The thick dilator was deeply inserted, its base firmly wedged between his buttocks. Every slight movement brought intense pressure. She straddled him again, bringing her foot to his mouth. This time, Lin Yu tried even harder to serve with his mouth. His tongue, pressed by the gag, could only move in small arcs, his lips clumsily enclosing her toes, saliva constantly flowing out, dripping down the back of her foot. The dilator inside him made every breath tremble, the intertwined feeling of pain and excitement causing his front to ache with hardness, pressing against his curled thigh. "Your front is hard again?" Yang Xinxin chuckled softly, with a tone of contemptuous indulgence. "As expected of a born slut, the more you're humiliated, the more excited you get. Next are your legs." She brought her calf to her son's mouth: "Lick from your ankle all the way to your knee, not an inch can be missed." Lin Yu obediently moved his mouth upwards along his mother's smooth calf. The crab-bound posture made every movement extremely difficult; he could only lick a small section before waiting for his mother to adjust her position. That completely passive, utterly humble state made him feel both humiliated and lost. "Next is the body." Yang Xinxin adjusted her position, bringing her abdomen and chest to his mouth. Lin Yu, with his gagged mouth, clumsily nuzzled his mother's warm skin, leaving wet, hot saliva marks. The rough lips and teeth rubbed against the delicate skin, eliciting a satisfied low hum from Yang Xinxin. "Finally, here." Yang Xinxin slowly brought her most private part to her son's mouth. "It's a shame your mouth is stuffed with a gag, so you can't truly serve properly. So... Mother wants you to use your hands—of course, your bound fingers—to clumsily serve Mother." She loosened part of the rear binding, giving Lin Yu limited freedom of movement for his hands, but his wrists were still tightly connected by the ropes, allowing only small finger movements. Then, she guided his fingers, probing into her already wet body. As dawn broke outside the hot spring inn, the mountain path was buried under a thick blanket of snow, reaching past ankles. Sunlight streamed down, shattering into countless blinding reflections on the snow's surface, like a myriad of tiny mirrors, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes. Yang Xinxin stood at the entrance, her hands not holding the familiar white rope of usual, but a complete set of black K9 gear – a leather collar studded with cold, hard metal buckles, a silver leash three meters long, just enough to control without being too tight, and a fluffy white tail plug, as voluminous as a fox in the snow, or a loyal sled dog. "Today, the final challenge," her voice, exceptionally clear in the frigid air, carried an undeniable authority, yet was tinged with a hidden anticipation. "K9 training. Not walking on two legs, but crawling on all fours. Not human, but Mommy's pet, Mommy's dog. Crawling in the snow, being led, being controlled, completely abandoning human dignity, becoming utterly an animal." Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat, his lower body instantly aching with an erection, pressing painfully against the fabric of his underwear. K9, he had seen it in his mother's private collection of tutorials, but had never truly tried it. Crawling on all fours, like a real dog, led by a leash, driven by commands – that complete objectification was far more shameful, and far more profound, than simple bondage. "Prepare yourself first," Yang Xinxin ordered him to strip off all his clothes. The minus five-degree Celsius wind immediately sliced across his skin like a knife. He shivered violently, goosebumps erupting all over his body. His nipples tightened, and his penis, shrunken from the extreme cold, began to re-erect with psychological excitement, trembling slightly in the cold air. She took out the tail plug. A black silicone base connected to a fluffy white tail. She first coated her fingers with lubricant, then slowly inserted them into his anus, gently dilating and massaging the sensitive inner walls, allowing his muscles to relax little by little. "Turn around, bend over, lift your ass high," her voice was calm, yet carried an irrefutable force. Lin Yu complied, placing his hands on his knees, his buttocks raised high, completely exposed to the biting cold wind. Her fingers continued their patient dilation, then slowly pushed the tail plug in. A feeling of fullness spread from deep within, the curve perfectly pressing against the most sensitive spot. The white tail dangled between his legs, swaying gently with his breath, as if it had grown there, as if he were a completely marked pet. "Clench, don't let it fall out," she gently tugged the tail, testing its tightness. "If it falls out, there will be punishment – a bigger one will be inserted." Lin Yu quickly tightened his sphincter. The foreign object made him want to writhe, but the cold stiffened his entire body. The tail brushed against his inner walls with his slightest movement, sending waves of continuous, hidden stimulation. Next came the restraint. She didn't bind his wrists, but employed a "leg-arm tie" – bending his arms and binding them tightly to the back of his calves, his wrists secured above his ankles, rendering him completely unable to stand upright. He could only crawl on all fours, like a beast stripped of its right to stand. The rope wound around and around, each loop tightened securely. Lin Yu tried to stand, but found his arms forced into a bent position, unable to support his body. He could only fall forward. His hands and knees sank into the snow simultaneously, the icy touch sending an electric current through his body, yet burning like fire. The interplay of ice and fire, pain made him gasp. "How does it feel?" she squatted down, carefully adjusting the knots, ensuring he could crawl but never stand. "Try to move, like a dog, using your knees and elbows." Lin Yu attempted to crawl forward. His right arm and right leg were bound together, and the same for the left, forming an awkward, symmetrical quadrupedal posture. He took a step, his knees sinking deep into the soft snow, piercingly cold, like countless needles pricking his bones. His palms turned red and purple from the icy water, but the tail swayed with his movements, the plug rubbing inside him, its tip brushing against the snow, leaving wet streaks. "Very good, remember this posture," Yang Xinxin took out the black leather collar, engraved with the words "Yang Family Dog" in small characters, glinting coldly in the sunlight. She fastened it around his neck herself, the buckle clicking shut at the nape. The leather pressed against his skin like an eternal brand. Then, she attached the three-meter-long metal leash. "Finally, the gag," she produced a bone-shaped white silicone gag and placed it in his mouth. Once the strap was buckled behind his head, he could no longer speak properly, only emitting muffled grunts. Saliva uncontrollably dripped from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, quickly freezing into tiny ice crystals in the cold wind, like a beard of shame. "Let's go," she tugged the leash, pulling gently. The collar tightened around his neck, forcing him to lift his head. "Follow Mommy, crawl to that maple tree, and then crawl back. All fours the entire way. If anyone passes, you must learn to react like a real dog – remain humble, accept all gazes." She walked ahead, the leash occasionally tugging. Lin Yu was forced to follow, crawling on all fours in the snow. His knees and palms sank into the snow again and again, sometimes deep, soft snow, sometimes a frozen crust, sometimes hitting rocks hidden beneath, causing him to tremble with pain. The tail swayed behind him, the plug continuously stimulating his depths, its tip rubbing against the snow, leaving wet trails. After crawling for over a hundred meters, a woodcutter carrying firewood appeared in the distance. Lin Yu's heart clenched, his body instinctively wanting to stop and hide, but the leash pulled him forward without mercy. "Don't stop, keep crawling," Yang Xinxin commanded in a low voice. "He can't see your face clearly, he'll just think it's city folk playing some strange game. Show your humility, show that you are now just a dog." He bit down on the gag, his saliva freezing on his chin, and continued to crawl. As the woodcutter approached, he paused, squinted for a moment, then shook his head and muttered to himself, "City folk really know how to have fun..." and continued on his way. After three hundred meters, his knees were numb, his palms almost devoid of sensation, but the friction of the tail and the pull of the leash kept him acutely aware. Finally, he reached the base of the thick maple tree, its bark rough, a few frozen red leaves still clinging to its branches. "Circle the tree three times, mark your territory like a dog," she commanded. Lin Yu circled with difficulty, his tail swaying, like an animal truly marking its territory with scent. "Sit." He knelt in the snow, his hind legs bent, his forelimbs supporting him, his tail pressed beneath him, the plug pushing deeper. Its tip trembled in the cold air, and the tip had already exuded a clear liquid, quickly forming ice beads. "Final command," Yang Xinxin placed a metal bowl on the snow. "Release into the bowl, like a dog. Mark your territory, prove your obedience." The posture was extremely awkward, the ropes restricting his movements. Lin Yu could only use his bound palms to rub himself with difficulty. Under the combined stimuli – the cold, the tail plug, the tightening collar, the prolonged crawling – he finally ejaculated into the bowl. The milky white liquid landed on the bottom of the metal bowl, appearing glaringly bright in the snow's reflection. Yang Xinxin looked at the bowl, a slight smile playing on her lips. She picked up the bowl and brought it to his mouth. "Lick it clean, like a dog, eat your own mark, complete the cycle." Lin Yu extended his tongue through the gap in the gag, licking the salty, warm liquid bit by bit. Shame, submission, and a strange sense of satisfaction mingled, causing his entire body to tremble. "Very good, my dog," she reached out and stroked his hair, like petting a real pet. "Now, crawl back. When we get home, Mommy will untie your ropes and you can take a warm bath. This winter, you have learned K9, learned the submission of four legs. It will forever be a part of you." She turned and walked back, the leash tugging gently. Lin Yu crawled on all fours, following behind, his tail swaying, traces of frozen saliva on his chin, leaving four tracks, deep and shallow, in the snow. They were footprints, and more importantly, memories, the most profound imprints of this cold winter. Late at night, in the landlord's villa basement. Lin Yu was locked in a giant metal cage, his limbs bound to rings on the cage floor, spread wide in an "X" shape, completely immobilized. An electro-shock tail plug was inserted into his body, its wires connected to a remote control outside the cage, like a lifeline, a control line, an inescapable restraint. A gag was stuffed in his mouth, and an eye mask covered his vision. He could only feel, only wait, only endure the impending torture in the darkness. The landlord sat on a sofa outside the cage, holding the remote control, like watching TV, like playing a game, like a god controlling life and death. Yang Xinxin and Aunt Zhang were allowed to stay in the room but were tied to chairs in the corner, gagged, able to watch but not interfere, like an audience, like unwilling accomplices, like mothers unable to protect. "Night training begins." The landlord pressed the switch, and a low-level current passed through the tail plug, stimulating the sensitive points inside Lin Yu's body, like ants crawling, like a slight vibration, like an undeniable presence. Lin Yu made "muffled" sounds, his body trembling slightly. His erection twitched with the electric shock, but he could still endure, still control. But the landlord merely smiled and adjusted the setting. Medium level, the current intensified, like needle pricks, like burning, like uncontrollable pleasure. "Don't cum," he commanded, like a verdict, like a game. "If you cum, it's an extra hour, starting over." Lin Yu bit down on the gag, desperately trying to control himself, but the current was continuous, stimulating his prostate, stimulating his sensitive points. His erection twitched, and fluid seeped from the tip, like it was about to explode, about to burn, like an uncontrollable edge. He writhed in the cage, the ropes tightening on his wrists and ankles, the metal chafing his skin, leaving red marks, like brands, like pain, like submission. At two in the morning, the setting was turned to high. Lin Yu trembled violently, his body tensing like a bow, like a string about to snap. Tears streamed from the edges of the gag, down his chin, onto his chest, like rivers, like surrender, like uncontrollable agony. His erection, swollen and red from the intense electric shock, felt like it was about to break, about to burn, but he desperately controlled himself, desperately endured, desperately... didn't cum. At four in the morning, the current stopped. Lin Yu collapsed in the cage, his body exhausted from prolonged tension. His erection, sensitive to the extreme from the buildup, was finally, finally able to rest, to breathe, to... wait for the next round. But the rest was only half an hour. The landlord pressed the switch again, pulse mode, the current passing intermittently, like heartbeats, like breathing, like unpredictable stimulation. Lin Yu trembled and whimpered in the cage, tears flowing, like a true animal, like a completely controlled K9, like a slave conquered by both technology and power. At six in the morning, more than twenty-four hours had passed. The landlord opened the cage door and untied the restraints, but kept the electro-shock tail plug and gag in place. Lin Yu crawled out, his legs numb, his body weak. His erection was swollen and red, like it was about to explode, about to burn, like a hell that couldn't be released. "Rest, eat, and prepare for the final six hours," the landlord commanded, like mercy, like a sentence. "Shared exhibition. Your master will also participate. The three of us together, to display the ultimate submission of the K9, to display the sharing of ownership, to display... eternal servitude." At nine in the morning, the "Shared Exhibition" began. The basement had been transformed into a circular stage, with mirrors on three sides, like infinite reflections, like inescapable shame. Lin Yu was bound to the center of the stage, not in a cage, but on a "display stand"—hands hoisted and secured to the ceiling, legs spread and fixed to the floor, his body in an "X" shape, completely exposed, completely immobile. The electro-shock tail plug was still inside him, and his erection was bound by a leather ring, preventing release, only allowing pleasure to build. Yang Xinxin and Aunt Zhang were untied but ordered to participate, like accomplices, like unwilling participants, like unable-to-refuse audience members. They stood on either side of the stage, like decorations, like marks, like proof of ownership. "Begin," the landlord announced, like a director, like an oracle. He approached Lin Yu first, his hand caressing him from his chest to his abdomen, from his thighs to his front, like inspecting, like possessing, like marking. Then, he ordered Yang Xinxin forward: "You are his mother, his master, his first controller. Now, in front of him, display your ownership. In your own way, make him remember that he will always belong to you, even in sharing, even in front of everyone." Yang Xinxin trembled as she approached. Looking at her son's pathetic state, his swollen front, his tearful eyes, she felt heartache, anger, helplessness, but more than anything... love. She reached out her hand, like tenderness, like protection, like a true mother, gently stroking his face, wiping away his tears, and then... she knelt down and took his front into her mouth, like the first time, like the beginning, like the gentlest submission. Lin Yu let out a long moan, like release, like comfort, like feeling of coming home. His erection twitched at his mother's mouth, trembled at the gentle embrace, like a child, like a pet, like a beast protected by its mother. Then, Aunt Zhang stepped forward and began to stroke him rapidly with her hand, like a contrast, like a supplement, like a different kind of stimulation. The landlord watched from the side, like a director, like an audience, like a display of power. Finally, the landlord himself stepped in and used the electro-shock device to stimulate his front, like punishment, like control, like submission to technology. The three took turns: mouth, hand, electro-shock; gentle, rapid, technological; like a trio, like a symphony, like the ultimate display of the K9. Lin Yu trembled on the display stand, swaying between the three, his erection throbbing wildly from the three different stimuli, like it was about to explode, about to burn, like uncontrollable desire. He looked at his mother's gentle eyes, at Aunt Zhang's quick hands, at the landlord's cold electro-shock, and knew this was sharing, this was the ultimate, this was the K9's... apex. "Now," the landlord stopped, like a verdict, like a countdown, "the final marking. The three of you together, leave your marks on him, to prove the shared ownership, to prove eternal servitude." He took out a tattoo needle, not a permanent one, but a temporary one, like painting, like marking. Yang Xinxin tattooed "Yang" on his chest, Aunt Zhang tattooed "Zhang" on his abdomen, and the landlord tattooed "Li" on his lower back. Three marks, three masters, three colors, like a map, like ownership, like proof of sharing.

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