Bondage Academy

Xu Xintong stood at the entrance of "Bondage Academy," her fingers clutching the gilded admission letter so tightly her knuckles turned white. She regretted it. She truly regretted it. The "safety school" she'd casually ticked when filling out her college applications three months ago was now revealing its true nature to her in a bizarre and grotesque manner. The gate wasn't a typical school's electric retractable gate, but a heavy, black wrought-iron one, adorned with real, coarse hemp ropes. Even more outlandish were the sides of the iron gate – several black wooden platforms were erected there, each platform occupied by figures in school uniforms. No, not standing. They were bound. Xu Xintong's breath hitched for a moment. On the platform closest to her, a girl of similar age was kneeling on the ground, her hands bound behind her back. Her wrists were roughly twisted behind her, secured with some complex knot. The rope dug deeply into the flesh of her wrists, leaving a circle of glaring red marks. A black spherical object was stuffed into her mouth, saliva uncontrollably dribbling from the corners of her lips as she could only emit muffled whimpers. And standing behind her was a senior student in a higher-grade school uniform. The senior student still held the end of the rope, tightening the final knot with force. Her movements were as practiced as tying shoelaces, but the sheer strength she applied made the bound freshman tremble all over. "Next!" A deep male voice came from under the sunshade by the gate. Xu Xintong stiffly turned her head. A man sat under the umbrella, wearing a black shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking down at the tablet computer in his hands. He looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with deep-set eyes and a stern profile that exuded an intimidating aura, even when looking at an electronic device. As if sensing her gaze, the man looked up, his eyes locking precisely onto her. "Xu Xintong?" His voice wasn't loud, but it caused the surrounding cacophony of crying and begging to subside. "...I am." Xu Xintong instinctively took half a step back, the wheels of her suitcase scraping harshly against the ground. "Come here." The man put down his tablet and stood up. He was tall, and the shadow he cast as he approached almost completely enveloped Xu Xintong. He carried a faint scent of tobacco mixed with something leathery, smelling like... rope? "I'm Shen Mo, your homeroom teacher." He extended his hand, not for a handshake, but to directly snatch the admission letter from her hand. He glanced at it. "Your score was just barely enough, you filled out your application pretty casually?" "New here?" Lin Yan walked up to Xu Xintong, looking down at her, "You're quite cute, glasses girl." Xu Xintong flinched back, but Lin Yan grabbed her wrist. "Don't try to hide, it's useless." Lin Yan's nails, painted a deep crimson, dug into Xu Xintong's skin. "Everyone who enters this place has to go through this. I went through it last year, don't worry, you won't die." "But..." "Up you go." Lin Yan pointed to the black platform beside them. The platform was about half a meter high, covered in black leather, its surface worn to a shine by countless freshmen. Metal rings were attached to the sides, clearly meant for securing ropes. Xu Xintong's legs felt like jelly. "Hurry up, there are people waiting in line behind you." Lin Yan pushed her impatiently. Xu Xintong stumbled onto the platform, her knees hitting the leather with a dull thud. Just as she tried to turn, Lin Yan was already behind her, stepping on her calf. "Kneel properly, back to me." "What?" "Don't understand me?" Lin Yan bent down, grabbed Xu Xintong's ponytail, and forced her head down. "Hands behind your back, wrists crossed. Hurry, don't make me do it the hard way." Her scalp was being pulled painfully, and tears welled up in Xu Xintong's eyes. Trembling, she complied. Her knees knelt on the cold leather, her hands awkwardly behind her back, wrists crossed. This position forced her shoulders back, pushing her chest out, presenting a posture of complete, defenseless humiliation. "Good girl." Lin Yan sneered, and the rope came into play. Xu Xintong's first sensation was roughness. The rope was harder than it looked, its surface covered in fine fibers that chafed the delicate skin on the inside of her wrists, causing a prickly itch. Then came the tightness – Lin Yan didn't hesitate, pulling hard. "Ah!" Xu Xintong cried out in pain. The rope instantly tightened, digging deep into her flesh. "Shut up, this is just the beginning." Lin Yan's voice came from behind, accompanied by the rustling sound of the rope. Xu Xintong could feel knots being tied. First her wrists, the crossing point secured, then the rope moved upwards, wrapping around her upper arms, tightening above her elbows. Lin Yan's technique was incredibly professional, each loop cinched just right – pressing on the most sensitive nerve points, not completely cutting off circulation, but causing an undeniable pain. "Senior... it's too tight... it hurts..." Xu Xintong's voice broke into a sob. "It's supposed to be tight." Lin Yan was unmoved, her hands moving faster. "Teacher Shen said that girls like you, who are too well-behaved, won't learn unless you're dealt with severely." The rope continued to wind. From her elbows to her shoulders, Lin Yan used a technique Xu Xintong couldn't comprehend, binding her arms completely behind her back in a bizarre "Hotezoku" (rear naked tie) position. Her shoulders were forcibly pulled back, her chest pushed out even further, making it difficult to breathe. "No... please... loosen it..." Xu Xintong began to struggle, but with every movement, the rope chafed her bound skin, inflicting deeper pain. "Teacher..." Su Xiaoxiao suddenly spoke up, "I... I need to go to the bathroom..." The classroom fell silent instantly. Shen Mo stopped lecturing and slowly turned around. "I said, no speaking without permission." His voice was calm, but Xu Xintong could hear a dangerous undertone. "I... I'm sorry... but I really..." "Assistant." Shen Mo snapped his fingers. The girl who had fastened Xu Xintong's restraints walked over. "Classroom violation, add restraint." Shen Mo said. "Yes." Xu Xintong watched in horror as the assistant retrieved a new device from beneath the podium – it was a black ball gag, with straps attached to some kind of neck brace. Su Xiaoxiao shook her head frantically: "No... I won't speak... I won't speak..." But it was no use. The assistant skillfully pried open her jaw, inserted the ball gag into her mouth, and fastened the straps behind her head. Then, the neck brace was fitted, forcing her head to remain upright, unable to even lower her gaze. Su Xiaoxiao could only make muffled sounds, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Continue the lesson." Shen Mo acted as if nothing had happened, "Where were we? Oh, yes, the seven basic knots of Shibari..." Xu Xintong dared not move anymore. She sat rigidly in her chair, locked down by restraints, metal rings, straps, and the neck brace, even her breathing was cautious. Two hours. She had to sit like this for two full hours. And Shen Mo's voice continued, explaining the history, techniques, and aesthetic significance of knots, as if the twenty newly enrolled students, all bound like mummies, were just ordinary listeners. Xu Xintong closed her eyes, then forced herself to open them again. She couldn't sleep, couldn't drift off, couldn't make a sound, and couldn't even turn her head to look at the scenery outside the window. This was the classroom at the Shibari Academy. The sound of the dismissal bell ringing made Xu Xintong think she was hallucinating. It was no different from a regular high school bell—a piercing electronic ring, lasting three seconds, then abruptly stopping. But to her, it was the sweetest music, a trumpet call of salvation. "Time's up," Shen Mo closed his lesson plan, his gaze sweeping over the twenty freshmen fixed in standard postures in the classroom. "Assistant, release them." The girl wearing the "Assistant" badge began to undo the restraints one by one. Xu Xintong heard a chorus of groans from around her—not groans of pleasure, but the sharp pain and numbness of blood returning to limbs. Some were crying, some gasping for air, and others’ wrists crackled as they moved them. "Don't move." The assistant reached Xu Xintong and first removed the neck brace. The moment the U-shaped hard shell was taken off, Xu Xintong's neck lost its support and snapped forward. A wave of soreness washed over her, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan. "Move your neck slowly," the assistant's tone carried a rare hint of caution. "Turning your head suddenly can cause a sprain." Next came the waist belt. With a "click," the buckle opened, and Xu Xintong's abdomen finally regained its freedom. She instinctively wanted to bend over, but her spine, held straight for so long, protested, making her grimace in pain. "Wrists last." The assistant crouched down and first unfastened the velcro straps on her ankles. Xu Xintong's legs had been fixed apart for a full two hours. Now, as they were brought together, her muscles trembled. She tried to move her ankles, only to find them numb, as if a million ants were crawling on them. "Hiss... so numb..." "It's normal. Your circulation needs time to recover," the assistant finally began to undo the velcro straps on her wrists. "Riiip—" The sound of the straps tearing was like heavenly music to Xu Xintong. She lifted her hands from the armrests. Deep red indentations, with pale edges, marked the skin where the straps had been, and they felt burning hot to the touch. She tried to clench her fists, but her fingers wouldn't obey, feeling as if countless needles were pricking them. "Leave the classroom in three minutes and go to Building B, Room 302, the practical class room," Shen Mo stood by the podium, calmly tidying his lesson plan. "If you're late, you'll have an extra hour in the restraint posture you just experienced." Xu Xintong exchanged a look with Su Xiaoxiao. Su Xiaoxiao had just had her gag removed, drool still on her lips, her face as pale as paper. She moved her jaw, her voice hoarse, "My... my jaw feels dislocated..." "Can you walk?" Xu Xintong asked. "I... think so..." The two girls helped each other up, their legs trembling. "The crucial step," Chen Jing's voice turned serious, "is wrist fixation and connection." She brought Xu Xintong's clasped hands behind her back together, wrapping them tightly with rope. Unlike the single-pillar bondage from earlier, this time the rope not only bound her wrists but also passed between them, forming a complex "rope knot" that locked her hands securely behind her, unable to separate or move. "Finally," Chen Jing picked up a longer rope, "we connect the upper arm bind to the wrists, completing the 'Kote' structure." The rope emerged from above her right elbow, slanting across her back to connect to her left wrist; then it pulled from her left elbow, connecting to her right wrist. Lastly, a vertical rope passed between her wrists, pulled upwards, and secured at the nape of her neck. Xu Xintong instantly understood the malicious design. The rope connecting to her nape forced her hands into a high position, preventing them from dropping. If her arms tried to relax, the rope would tighten around her neck; if she tried to lower her head, the rope at her nape would tug at her wrists, causing more intense pain. "Finished," Chen Jing stepped back, "a standard Japanese Takate Kote, basic type." Xu Xintong was immobilized. Her arms were completely fixed behind her back, elbows bent, hands clasped together, like a sinner forced to pray. The red rope formed a precise pattern on her body, from shoulders to wrists, wrapping her like an exquisite gift. Most terrifyingly, this posture forced her chest high, leaving her utterly defenseless, even her breathing becoming difficult. "Gag her," Lin Yue suddenly said, "she's too loud, the next dorm will hear." "Use this," Su Xiaoxiao picked something up from the floor – it was Xu Xintong's white cotton sock from earlier, which she had taken off and thrown by her bed after being uncomfortable during the theory class, still unwashed. "No! That's—mmph!" Lin Yue pinched her chin, forcing her mouth open, and without hesitation shoved the sock in! The taste of the sock instantly filled her mouth. It was the smell of sweat, of leather seats, the scent of fear and tension. The sock was balled up and stuffed firmly into her mouth, muffling her pleas and screams. "Tape," Chen Jing took medical tape from a drawer, "three rounds, to make sure it doesn't come off." Xu Xintong shook her head desperately, but Lin Yue held her head still, and Su Xiaoxiao helped hold down her shoulders. Chen Jing tore off the tape and began wrapping it around her mouth, layer by layer—not directly on the skin, but binding the sock and her mouth together, forming a white "gag." "Mmmph! Mmmph—!" Xu Xintong could only let out muffled whimpers. "There," Chen Jing stepped back, admiring her handiwork, "now we can play slowly. The characteristic of Japanese Takate Kote is—the bound person is completely unable to protect their upper body." "Play what?" Su Xiaoxiao asked curiously, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Tickling," Lin Yue flexed her fingers, "in this position, her armpits, sides, and chest are all exposed. And..." She walked in front of Xu Xintong and gently touched her chest, which was forced outwards by the Takate Kote. "Mmmph—!" Xu Xintong jerked backward, but the rope at her nape immediately tightened, forcing her back into position. "And," Lin Yue's smile turned even more wicked, "she can't even shrink her chest." Xu Xintong shook her head frantically, tears welling up. Fang took off her school uniform jacket, rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt above her elbows, revealing slender arms. The marks from last night were still there, like faint red rings. "Straight-arm bondage," Shen Mo said, holding up the vermilion hemp rope in his hand. "The key is to have the bound person's arms fully extended behind them, elbows locked, unable to bend. This requires precise rope path design and force control." He gestured for Xu Xintong to turn around, facing away from the class. "Hands behind your back, extend them, palms against the outside of your thighs." Xu Xintong complied. She placed her hands behind her back, extending her arms as far down as possible, palms flat against the outside of her thighs. This position already made her shoulders ache slightly, but it was bearable. "Step one," Shen Mo said, walking behind her. "Shoulder immobilization." He folded the rope in half, creating a loop, and passed it over Xu Xintong's left shoulder, around her armpit, and tightened it behind her back. The loop settled precisely below her shoulder joint, fixing her shoulders in place, preventing them from moving forward. "Ah..." Xu Xintong couldn't help but gasp softly. "Don't move," Shen Mo's voice came from behind her. "This is just the beginning." The rope extended from the loop on her left shoulder, crossed diagonally across her back, and connected to her right shoulder, forming an 'X' shape across her back. Xu Xintong felt her shoulders being forced backward, her chest inevitably pushed forward. "Step two, upper arm binding." Shen Mo began to wrap the rope around her left upper arm. The vermilion hemp rope started from below her shoulder, winding down layer by layer, each coil fitting snugly against the last, forming neat 'serpentine' patterns. The rope dug into the soft tissue of her upper arm, completely encasing it from shoulder to just above the elbow. "Tight?" he asked. "...Tight..." Xu Xintong's voice trembled. "Good, it should be tight." Xu Xintong's gaze locked onto the platform closest to her. Lin Wan. Her high school deskmate was tied spread-eagle, her hands raised above her head, wrists secured to metal rings at either end of the platform. Her school uniform skirt was rolled up, exposing pale thighs, and rough rope was wrapped around her ankles, separating her legs and securing them to the sides of the platform. Most jarring was her mouth – a black ball gag was forced in, the leather strap digging deeply into her cheeks, keeping her mouth agape. Saliva trickled down her chin, forming a small wet patch on the black leather. Lin Wan was crying. Not silent tears, but choked sobs muffled by the gag, squeezed from the depths of her throat, accompanied by violent tremors of her shoulders. Her eyes were red and swollen, mascara smudged, creating dark streaks on her face, making her look as pathetic as a captured cub. "Next!" The gym teacher's voice boomed. Xu Xintong recognized the man with the fleshy face; it was the same one who had tied sandbags to her ankles back then. She took a deep breath, adjusted the black robe on her shoulders, and walked forward. The fabric of the black robe brushed against her shoulders, emitting a faint rustling sound. That sound was particularly clear amidst the clamor at the school gate, like some kind of declaration. A few senior students turned their heads, and the smiles on their faces froze the moment they saw her. "Assistant... Assistant Xu?" one of the seniors stammered, her grip on the rope slackening. Xu Xintong didn't respond. She walked directly towards Lin Wan's platform, her footsteps making crisp sounds on the cobblestones. The sound grew closer, louder, like heavy hammers striking Lin Wan's heart. Lin Wan heard the footsteps. She turned her head with difficulty, and through her tear-blurred vision, she saw a figure in a black robe approaching her. The figure was familiar; the way she walked, the slight angle of her bowed head... Her pupils contracted sharply. "Mmph! Mmph mmph mmph—!!!" Lin Wan suddenly struggled violently, her gagged mouth emitting urgent, indistinguishable whimpers. Her body writhed on the platform, her struggles rendered futile by the restraints on her wrists and ankles, but she seemed to have grasped at a last straw, desperately trying to sit up, to get closer to that figure. Xu Xintong reached the edge of the platform and stopped. She looked down at Lin Wan, her eyes as calm as if she were looking at a stranger. But beneath that calmness, something was surging – memories, fragments of the afternoon in the high school classroom when Lin Wan lent her half an eraser, of Lin Wan handing her a tissue when she was crying, of those pieces of the "normal world" she thought she had forgotten. "Lin Wan," she said, her voice steadier than she expected, "long time no see." Lin Wan's body went rigid. Xu Xintong complied. The moment her buttocks touched the leather seat, she heard a "click." Her wrists were suddenly caught by a metal ring that sprang out – the chair had an automatic locking mechanism. Shen Mo didn't look at her. He walked to the wall and began selecting ropes. "Do you know why I chose you?" he asked, his voice coming from behind her. "...Because I have talent?" Xu Xintong tried to remain calm, but the coldness of the metal ring sent goosebumps prickling her wrists. "No," Shen Mo took down a roll of black rope, thicker and heavier than ordinary rope, its surface woven with metallic threads. "Because you have compassion. In Professor Yan's class, you pleaded for your roommate. In the Ultimate Restraint Chamber, you asked me, 'Does it hurt?' Today, you held that freshman and sang her a lullaby." He turned, twirling the roll of black rope in his hand, his eyes holding something unfamiliar to Xu Xintong – not his usual indifference, but something... burning, suppressed, dangerous. "But compassion is a weakness," he said, approaching her. "In this academy, weakness is exploited, torn apart, and it will make you... lose everything." He began to bind her. Not a gentle "leisure restraint," but a punitive, controlling, possessive binding. The black rope started from her wrists, already secured by the metal rings, not covering, but layering – ten coils over the metal, each one digging into her skin, rubbing against the metal edge, bringing a double pressure and pain. "Ah... it's too tight..." Xu Xintong couldn't help but moan. "Tight is right," Shen Mo's voice sounded above her head. "I want you to remember this feeling. Remember being completely controlled, completely unable to resist, completely... belonging to someone else." The rope extended from her wrists to her elbows. He didn't use a straight arm restraint, but a more humiliating "bent arm restraint" – forcing her arms to bend, elbows pressed against her ribs, forearms secured by the rope to the sides of her waist. The position forced her chest to arch forward, her shoulders pulled back, like a plucked bird. "Teacher Shen... why..." Xu Xintong's voice trembled. "Because you smiled at her," Shen Mo said suddenly, his voice carrying an emotion she had never heard before – was it jealousy, anger, or... fear? "You were gentle with her, you sang to her, you slept holding her. You never... did that for me." Xu Xintong froze. Shen Mo continued binding. Her waist, five coils, digging deeply into her abdomen, preventing her from breathing deeply. Her thighs, spread apart and secured to metal rings on the sides of the chair – not a normal spread, but an extreme one, the "spread-leg crab restraint" just like the one she used on Zhou Xiaoyu today. "You are mine," Shen Mo whispered in her ear, his breath hot and rapid on the side of her neck. "My creation, my student, my... work. I won't allow you to be gentle with others, to hold others, to... have others in your heart." His hand slid to her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. "Look at me," he said. "Only look at me." Then, he kissed her. Not a gentle kiss, but an aggressive, possessive, painful kiss. His teeth broke her lip, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth. His tongue forced its way in, as if to suck all the air from her lungs. Xu Xintong wanted to struggle, but the ropes were too tight. She could only let out muffled whimpers, like a trapped beast. When the kiss ended, her lips were swollen and bleeding, her eyes filled with tears.