After a one-night stand, the female CEO donned a collar.

Under Shen Ye's persistent efforts, the drug's effects completely subsided in the latter half of the night. She opened her eyes, looking at the red marks on her wrists and the handcuffs still attached to the bed frame. She stared for a few seconds, her voice turning cold: "The key." Shen Ye fumbled for the key on the nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs for her. As the metal rings fell away, his fingers paused for a moment on the side of her wrist before finally moving. She sat up and put her clothes back on one by one, buttoning her suit jacket all the way to the top. She walked to the door, her hand on the doorknob: "What happened today, pretend it never did!" The door closed, the sound of the latch engaging heavy. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shen Ye looked down at the mess on the sheets. He rubbed his thumb over the metal ring of the handcuffs, still warm with Lin Zhiyi's body heat. Scattered on the bed were the torn black stockings he had ripped, and the mingled fluids they had left behind. He hadn't expected the CEO to be a 'white tiger'! Not a single hair down there. Just recalling it made Shen Ye's second member stir again. Lin Zhiyi arrived home in the early morning. She entered without turning on the lights and went straight to the bathroom, turning the hot water on full blast. The water hammered against the tiles with a dense sound. Steam quickly rose, fogging the mirror into obscurity. The scalding water poured down from her shoulders, tracing a path down her back. She raised her hands to scrub her arms, collarbone, and abdomen, her touch rough, as if trying to scrape something off her skin. The hot water washed away the lingering scent, yet she felt Shen Ye's aroma still clinging to her nostrils. She slowly squatted down, eventually sitting on the bathroom floor, the water still pouring over her. Her hair, soaked through, clung to her cheeks and neck. She rested her forehead on her knees, her fingers unconsciously tracing the red marks on her wrist as memories began to flood back. The strange sweetness in the drink in the private room. The feel of the wallpaper in the corridor. She closed her eyes, the water still cascading down. Who had tampered with it? Chen Hui? Unlikely. That man was outwardly respectful but inwardly terrified of trouble. He would even gauge her expression before daring to say more than a few words in board meetings. He wouldn't have the guts to tamper with her drink. Then who? Someone from the collaborating party? Or those old foxes on the board? A love potion, no less. Who would benefit the most from her public scandal? Her brow furrowed. She raised a hand to wipe the water from her face, her fingertips pausing on the red marks on her wrist bone. Her memories sank uncontrollably. Shen Chuan's voice, the dim yellow light by the bedside in the rented room, and those two handcuffs. She haphazardly dried her body and hair with a towel, then wrapped herself in a bathrobe and walked into the bedroom. She set her phone to Do Not Disturb, placing it face down on the nightstand. She collapsed onto the bed, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately. When she opened her eyes again, the light filtering through the curtains was already pale. The clock on the wall pointed to two seventeen in the afternoon. She sat up and first picked up her phone. Fifty-three missed calls popped up. Most of them were from her assistant, interspersed with calls from her driver, two board members, and her parents.

Lin Zhiyi, wrapped in a bathrobe, nuzzled into the pillow, her eyes too heavy to stay open. The handcuffs still clasped her wrists; neither of them had mentioned taking them off. "We'll settle this tomorrow," she specifically reminded Shen Ye before closing her eyes, as if afraid he might forget. Shen Ye turned off the light and lay down beside her. "I remember, I remember. Go to sleep now." The next morning, Shen Ye was awakened by a mouth. Groggily, he opened his eyes. The room was dark, the curtains still drawn. He lifted the covers and saw Lin Zhiyi had already snuggled in. Her bathrobe was open, and the handcuffs were still locked on her wrists. Her lips were wrapped around his cock, slowly swallowing. "President Lin?..." Lin Zhiyi, mid-swallow, looked up, her voice muffled as she responded, as if to say "good morning." Shen Ye gasped, his fingers sinking into her hair, but he didn't rush to push down. After a moment of oral ministrations, Lin Zhiyi spat out his cock. A sheen of moisture still clung to the corners of her mouth. She had already turned and was kneeling on the bed, her body in a doggy-style position. She glanced back at Shen Ye. Stretching languidly, she got up. Shen Ye pressed down on her lower back and thrust inside. It was hot and tight. Lin Zhiyi buried her face in her arms, the handcuffs on her wrists pressing into the sheets. Muffled moans escaped her lips. She gripped his waist, pulling him back, each thrust deeper than the last. His balls slapped against her buttocks with a dull thud. As they neared the climax, Lin Zhiyi's legs began to tremble, yet she actively pushed her ass back. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Shen Ye pulled out. He moved around to her front, pressing his cock against her lips. Lin Zhiyi looked at him, then opened her mouth and took him in. Barely a moment after she took him in, he came fully into her mouth. Without Shen Ye's command, Lin Zhiyi swallowed, her throat working. She then meticulously used her tongue to clean off any remaining liquid on his cock. He took a tissue and wiped away the white residue from the corner of her mouth. Lin Zhiyi simply opened her cuffed hands and wrapped them around Shen Ye's neck. Holding each other, they walked into the bathroom. As soon as the hot water was turned on, steam quickly filled the space. Lin Zhiyi's wet hair rested on his shoulder. She tilted her chin, about to kiss him. He quickly turned his face away. She was at it again. He regretted coming in her mouth earlier. She leaned in again. Shen Ye used his finger to block her mouth, while with his other hand, he grabbed the showerhead and began rinsing her mouth. Water splashed onto her face, making Lin Zhiyi squint. She took a mouthful of water, tilted her head back, and spat it out. She took another mouthful and spat it out. From within his embrace, Shen Ye watched her with narrowed eyes. He sighed in resignation and leaned down to kiss her. If he didn't kiss her now, with Lin Zhiyi's proud nature, it would be difficult to get her to open up again later. The kiss was brief, just a simple touch. He then turned her around and began to rinse her back. The steam in the bathroom was thick, and neither of them dwelled on the earlier moment. After showering and drying off, Lin Zhiyi sat naked at the vanity. She waved at Shen Ye: "Go to my room and drag the suitcase over."

Neither of them paid any mind to Shen Ye taking photos, their sole focus on not having to fetch takeout in their current state. Having been locked down by Lin Zhiyi for so long, Shen Meng rarely had the chance to climax, her body far more sensitive than Lin Zhiyi's. Moreover, Lin Zhiyi pressed down on her, her fingers specifically targeting the strap, pushing the vibrator further inside with each thrust. Before long, Shen Meng's body tensed. With the gag around her neck, moans leaked from her mouth as she trembled into orgasm. Her pussy erupted, soaking the rope binding it deeper, her legs in the restraint kicking weakly in the air. Lin Zhiyi, pressing down on her, saw Shen Meng climax and, just as she let out a sigh of relief, couldn't hold back herself. Her lower back went numb, and she came. The fluid trickled down the strap, dripping onto Shen Meng's lower abdomen. The two of them, intertwined, quivered uncontrollably, the bells jingling erratically. Shen Ye had recorded the entire scene. Only then did he turn the vibrator to medium, pull out wet wipes, and clean the pussies of both women. At this moment, a knock sounded at the door. The takeout had arrived. Shen Meng crawled towards the door, looking back repeatedly, her expression a picture of utter dejection. Upon reaching the door, she found herself in an even more awkward predicament. Her limbs were folded and secured within the leather restraints, making it impossible to reach the doorknob. She had to strain to stand, attempting to reach the doorknob with her head, but even if she touched it, she couldn't turn it. She reached out and patted Lin Zhiyi's butt, wanting her to help. Lin Zhiyi's legs were still weak. She shuffled forward on her bent knees, her black stockings covered in the glistening moisture from earlier. The collar bells jingled as she crawled past Shen Meng. Their eyes met, and both felt a sense of exasperation towards their master, Shen Ye. The door creaked open, and the delivery person froze. To their surprise, the delivery person was also a woman. The delivery person's gaze swept from their collars, tails, and folded limbs, down to their still-damp pussies, then quickly averted, her ears turning red. Lin Zhiyi and Shen Meng froze in place simultaneously. Seeing that it was a woman, the shame burrowed even deeper into their bones. A soft jingle of bells sounded, and neither dared to look up and meet the delivery person's eyes. The bag was handed over. The voice from outside was a little strained: "Your takeout..." No one responded, and no one reached out to take it. Shen Ye walked over, gave each of them a whip, and said: "Newly trained bitches, a little lacking in human understanding." Both women flinched, but still, no one dared to stand. The delivery person handed the bag to Shen Ye, her expression growing even more peculiar as she thought of the items Shen Ye had purchased. She nodded, turned, and left quickly.

Refill the dog bowls with kibble. They were still bound and could only kneel to lick. The kibble was dry and hard, and sweat beaded on their foreheads after they finished. He poured them some water, and after they drank. Without untying them, he found a forced-head-lifting collar and fastened it around Shen Meng's neck. Her chin was trapped, her head forced back, and then he put her in the dog cage, locking it from the outside. Two cotton threads tied together, Lin Zhiyi was led outside the cage, her nipples aching from the distance, forced to stand in the small area in front of the bars. Shen Ye squatted down, removed the black stockings she had worn all day, balled them up, and offered them to her mouth. The stockings were damp with her own fluids and Shen Meng's saliva. Lin Zhiyi looked at him, wronged. "Mas..." Before she could finish, her chin was grabbed, the stockings stuffed into her mouth, packed full, and then the gag was secured. "Mmmph..." Her whimpers were all muffled by the fabric. Her legs were spread, her ankles tied to the bars of the dog cage on either side. He brought over a dildo vibrator, aimed it at Lin Zhiyi's pussy, and inserted the phallus. With the flick of a switch, the roaring sound began. Shen Ye spoke to Lin Zhiyi: "Last for half an hour without an orgasm, and the punishment is over. If you climax, then we'll add another half hour." He then said to Shen Meng in the cage: "Keep staring at your master, and if your nipples don't get hard, your master's ass will get a beating." The cotton threads tightened, pulling at both nipples. Shen Meng tilted her head back, unable to avoid it, forced to watch the person outside the bars being thrust into by the vibrator. Lin Zhiyi couldn't stand straight, nor could she kneel, so she could only half-lie on top of the dog cage. Her mouth was full of her own stockings, and her cries turned into irregular grunts. Shen Ye comfortably settled on the sofa and started watching an anime. "Brother, it's been half an hour." His face darkened. It had only been less than five minutes; Shen Meng was treating him like an idiot. He took out his phone and turned the vibrator inside her to its maximum setting. Shen Meng in the cage shuddered, her head still held back by the collar. "If you report the time wrong again, I'll let you experience what it feels like to be electrocuted in your pussy." Shen Meng immediately shut up, only enduring the pleasure. When the actual half-hour mark arrived, Lin Zhiyi's expression was contorted. She held on desperately, not climaxing, her legs trembling uncontrollably, half-lying on the top of the cage, nearing her limit. After another ten minutes. She could hold on no longer. Her pussy gushed out, soaking the vibrator and the bars, her body slumping powerlessly against the cage. The cotton threads tightened and loosened, forcing Shen Meng to watch, her nipple rings pulled painfully. He walked over and turned off the vibrator. He deliberately said into Lin Zhiyi's ear: "It's not time yet. Get ready to continue."

The ache in his waist was still dull, but inside the bathroom, Lin Zhiyi was humming a tune, not at all like yesterday when he was being punished. Clutching his waist, he walked into the living room. Shen Meng, in her cage, saw how weak he looked and let out a snicker. He remembered the punishment they had discussed yesterday and walked to the cage with a wicked grin. Shen Meng became wary, instinctively covering her chest: "Brother, what do you want?" "Do you remember yesterday's punishment?" Shen Meng nodded. The cage door opened, and the leather gear was thrown in front of her. She gritted her teeth and put it on piece by piece, her limbs secured in restraints, the collar fastened. Shen Ye, afraid she would undo it herself, used a small lock to secure the restraints further, pocketing the key. Lin Zhiyi came out of the bedroom, drying his hair, and saw Shen Meng restrained like a bitch again, crawling on the floor and eating dog food. There was another bowl beside her, filled to the brim, clearly prepared for her. He paused, the towel still draped over his shoulder, and asked Shen Ye: "Do I have to eat too?" Shen Ye raised an eyebrow at him: "Who was it last night who said she wanted to be my bitch?" Lin Zhiyi froze, remembering his own suggestive words, his face flushing crimson. He still dragged his shackles and knelt by the bowl, lowering his head to lick the kibble. Shen Meng, beside him, glanced at him, not daring to laugh out loud. Today was a workday. After Lin Zhiyi finished eating, Shen Ye unlocked his shackles. She went into the walk-in closet to change. When she came out, the collar had been replaced with a leather one, less conspicuous, like ordinary jewelry. The leash was handed to Shen Ye. She offered it herself. "Hold it." In the car, he rested one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping the leash. The other end was clipped to Lin Zhiyi's collar in the passenger seat. It wasn't until they reached the company building that Shen Ye unclipped the leash and put it in his pocket. The collar remained on Lin Zhiyi's neck. Zhang Wanqiu saw Lin Zhiyi openly wearing a collar to work and silently gave Shen Ye a thumbs-up in her mind. She knew a little about their relationship but never pried. After being away on a business trip for a few days and being a bitch at home all day yesterday, Lin Zhiyi had a lot to deal with today. Once in the office, Lin Zhiyi's calls, documents, and follow-ups came one after another. Sitting at his desk outside the door, Shen Ye watched the incredibly busy Lin Zhiyi from afar. In work mode, Lin Zhiyi was nothing like the bitch who submitted beneath his crotch. Her back was straight, her voice steady, her signatures decisive, exuding the charm of a mature woman. That thin leather collar should never have been on her neck. Yet, she made no attempt to hide it, nor did she offer explanations for the curious glances she received.

"Then how am I supposed to go out?" Shen Ye stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then asked Shen Meng: "Do you agree or not? If you agree, I'll start dressing you up. If you don't agree, we'll just leave." Thinking that going out shopping today meant she wouldn't be bored alone at home, Shen Meng nodded without thinking. Shen Ye unfastened the suit on Shen Meng. After being tied for two days, she moved around in place for a while before shaking off the numbness in her limbs. He took a bundle of hemp rope and tied her in a Kikkō-dori (tortoise shell binding). The ropes on her chest squeezed her breasts even more prominently. The ropes passed between her legs, and a knot was tied at the position of her vulva, ensuring she could feel it with every step. Two nipple clamps with bells were attached to her nipples. Shen Meng gasped, and the bells tinkled softly. Next was the dog tail butt plug, a particularly long one, so long that after insertion, the tail dangled down to Shen Meng's calves. As the butt plug was pushed in, her knees naturally drew closer together, and she let out a soft moan, not daring to dodge. He found a short trench coat and draped it over her. The hem just covered the middle of her thighs, completely failing to conceal the tail behind her or the ropes bound around her chest. Finally, a black collar was fastened around her neck, and the transformation was complete. Shen Meng looked at herself in the mirror and asked with some trepidation, "Brother, is it really okay to go out like this?" Shen Ye shrugged indifferently, "A bitch going out should naturally look like a bitch. If you don't want to, we'll leave." Thinking that she could at least go out shopping, Shen Meng gritted her teeth and nodded. Lin Zhiyi, seeing Shen Meng's attire, her eyes lit up. She grabbed Shen Ye's arm and said, "Master, do I get one too~?" He tapped Lin Zhiyi's forehead with his finger, "Why do you want everything?" Not wanting to tie anyone else, Shen Ye found a restraint belt similar in shape to the Kikkō-dori and bound Lin Zhiyi with it. Before binding, the tail butt plug had already been inserted into her anus through the rear cover of the chastity lock. However, it was slightly shorter than the one in Shen Meng's body, its length barely reaching above her knees. A black leather collar was fastened around her neck, just like Shen Meng's. A long trench coat was draped over her, concealing all the marks on her body. Shen Meng's eyes widened, "That's unfair, Brother. Why does Master get to wear a long coat, and I have to wear such a short one?" Shen Ye didn't even look at her, "You said it yourself. She is your Master." Recalling his sister's usual enthusiasm for shopping and the unpleasant memories from previous shopping trips with Lin Zhiyi, Shen Ye added another restraint to the inner thighs of both women before they left. It wouldn't overly restrict their walking, but it would definitely be tiring if they walked for a long time.

Cuddling with Lin Zhiyi on the sofa while watching a drama, Shen Meng was lying at their feet. The scene was quite heartwarming. Halfway through, Lin Zhiyi shyly asked for Shen Ye's phone. "What do you want it for?" Seeing her demeanor, Shen Ye became wary. He was afraid she'd pester him for another round. "Oh, come on, unlock the back for me, I need to go to the bathroom!" He then remembered the cover on her anus; without him unlocking it, she couldn't relieve herself. "What did you call me?" "Oh, husband~ Master, please unlock it for me." Unable to resist Lin Zhiyi's coquettish pleas, Shen Ye quickly opened the back cover of the chastity lock. Lin Zhiyi scurried to the bathroom, and after coming out, she nestled back into his embrace. Her tone was calm, but her words were terrifying. She said: "Master, why don't you take Wanqiu in as well?" Shen Ye was so startled he almost dropped his phone. "What did you say?" "Take Wanqiu in too. After all, she saw us during the day, and I'm afraid she'll go around talking." "We'll talk about it later, later." Shen Ye brushed the topic aside, not daring to discuss it further. Seeing Shen Ye's reaction, Lin Zhiyi smiled in satisfaction. Before sleeping, they lay in bed. No matter how Lin Zhiyi pestered him, Shen Ye pretended not to understand her intentions. Finally, Lin Zhiyi, frustrated, sat on his abs and kissed Shen Ye fiercely for five minutes, but still couldn't get the lock open. She lay back on the bed with a ashen face, regretting immensely giving the chastity lock to Shen Ye. If only she had enjoyed herself a few more times before locking it. To prevent her from secretly unlocking it with his phone in the middle of the night, Shen Ye got out of bed and fetched a set of shackles, locking them onto Lin Zhiyi's limbs and neck. The only way she could possibly get free now was if she ate a Devil Fruit like Luffy's. Then shouted, "How, how annoying!" And Shen Ye would have loved Lin Zhiyi completely. Lin Zhiyi struggled, the chains jingled, but there was no way she could break free. She stared at the ceiling, completely resigned. She even kicked Shen Ye a few times when he tried to embrace her as he lay down. Shen Ye, however, slept soundly all night, holding the beauty in his arms. When he opened his eyes again, Lin Zhiyi was already awake, staring at him with a resentful gaze. Lin Zhiyi, who had woken up early that morning, had intended to orally wake Shen Ye, but found that the collar's length made it impossible. The chain was taut, and her face could only reach Shen Ye's chest, not even a bit further down.

Qin Zao took a small black box from the drawer. Inside lay three studs, similar to nipple piercings but a bit shorter than usual. "Here's something fun for you." He walked to the bed and skillfully went to work, inserting the three studs into Lu Yan's nipples and the tip of his penis. Casually tossing the box onto the desk, Qin Zao pulled out his phone and opened a remote interface, presenting it to Shen Ye. "This is our latest toy. It has a microchip inside. You can control it with your phone. It has three vibration settings and two electrical stimulation settings. They can be controlled individually or all three at once." He first activated the most basic vibration. Lu Yan, lying on the training bed, jolted, gritting his teeth to suppress a cry. Shen Ye walked over and examined it closely. It looked no different from ordinary nipple studs. Under the light, the two stud caps swayed gently with Lu Yan's breathing. He suddenly teased, "Little Swallow, did you get those breasts from taking pills, or did you get implants?" Lu Yan's eyes snapped open, glaring at him. His chest heaved with the vibrations, and with his hands restrained, he could only grit out, "None of your business!" After watching for another two seconds, Shen Ye reached out and touched them. They didn't feel like prosthetics; they were soft to the touch. The vibrations emanated from the studs, causing even the clamps to tremble. "They're really his own." Qin Zao held his phone and switched to the electrical stimulation mode the next second. "No!!!" Lu Yan had just managed to utter this before a pig-like scream echoed through the entire office. He thrashed on the training bed, his limbs twitching erratically, his entire body trembling, his back arching like a bow, the restraints groaning under the strain. It lasted for only about a minute. Qin Zao cut off the power. Lu Yan looked as if he'd just been pulled out of water, his body slick with sweat. His chest heaved, and even his penis had leaked a couple of drops of fluid. Shen Ye was stunned. Could these three little things be that powerful? He instinctively took half a step back, glancing at the spot he had just touched, then at the phone in Qin Zao's hand. "That was the 'uncontrolled' mode. There's also a more standard electrical stimulation. Want to see another demonstration?"

After dinner, Lin Zhiyi needed to wash up. She walked naked towards the bathroom, having just taken off her black stockings. Shen Ye, with a wicked grin, followed her, pulling an enema bag from the cabinet. "Wait for me, baby, let's wash together." She wondered why Shen Ye was suddenly so eager to shower with her. Had her locked cock stopped hurting? She hadn't noticed the enema bag in his hand at all. As the bathroom door closed, Shen Ye had Lin Zhiyi kneel on the floor, stating he would wash her himself. Lin Zhiyi was obedient, assuming a position on all fours. The shower turned on, but all she heard was the sound of water; none was hitting her. She looked back and saw Shen Ye had already filled the enema bag with water and was pressing the nozzle against her anus. "Shen Ye, what are you doing!" As soon as she spoke, the nozzle pushed inside. A stream of warm water flowed into her intestines. Lin Zhiyi's lower back went numb, her arms almost giving out, her forehead hitting the tiles. Shen Ye placed a hand on her lower back, preventing her from crawling forward. "Let's clean your back too." "You!!! Mmm..." The water continued to flow in, and Lin Zhiyi's lower abdomen gradually distended. Her fingers dug into the floor. Shen Ye didn't add any further tricks, just watched the bag slowly deflate. Once she seemed to adjust to the warmth, he whispered, "Feeling full?" After a two-second pause, she forced out a single word through gritted teeth, enduring the discomfort: "Full!" Once the liter of warm water was fully infused, Shen Ye removed the nozzle. Before Lin Zhiyi could react, he pressed an inflatable butt plug against her and inserted it into her anus, then quickly inflated it. A few drops of water still leaked out, trickling down her inner thighs. He lifted the now profusely sweating Lin Zhiyi from the floor, pulling her into his embrace. His palm rested on her swollen lower abdomen, and his voice, close to her ear, said, "Hold on for a bit. You can release it after five minutes." Lin Zhiyi's fingers dug into his arm, her nails almost piercing the flesh. The water inside her churned like a tempest, and with every breath, she wrestled with the butt plug in her anus. She pressed her forehead against his collarbone and nodded with difficulty. Time crawled by. Shen Ye let her dig her nails in, while his other hand gently patted her back, continuously soothing her. Finally, the five minutes were up. Shen Ye placed Lin Zhiyi on the toilet, but she insisted he leave first. Knowing she was concerned about the smell, he turned on the exhaust fan and stepped out. As soon as the door closed, he faintly heard a sound like firecrackers from inside. After more than ten minutes, Lin Zhiyi's weak voice emerged, "Master, I'm done." She was still panting as she spoke, likely from the exertion. Shen Ye pushed the door open. Lin Zhiyi was already kneeling on the floor, waiting for him. He deliberately fanned the air with his hand, saying with feigned disgust, "Why does it smell so bad?" Lin Zhiyi immediately stood up and grabbed his chastity cage, glaring at him. "It doesn't smell at all! Not a bit!" Gripping the cage, Shen Ye stumbled forward and quickly changed his tune. "Loosen up, baby. The lock is still on." Lin Zhiyi finally released her grip and knelt on the floor again, her voice firm, "If you're going to wash, wash thoroughly!" This time, there was no more banter. The bag was refilled, and another liter of warm water was infused. Lin Zhiyi rested her forehead against the tiles, her lower abdomen distending once more, but it was much steadier than the first time. Only her shoulders and back trembled slightly. The nozzle was withdrawn, and the inflatable butt plug was inserted and inflated. Less water leaked out this time. Shen Ye pressed on her lower back, lifting her slightly from the tiles so she could kneel steadily against his knees. When the time came, Lin Zhiyi sat on the toilet. This time, she didn't ask Shen Ye to leave. She twisted the valve herself, the plug deflated, and she withdrew it from her anus.

Lin Zhiyi was placed on the bedside, and seeing him pull open the closet where she usually kept her fetish wear, a wave of unease washed over her. Clutching the two items, Lin Zhiyi looked up at Shen Ye, her voice softening: "Master, I have a meeting later." Taking a shirt from the closet, Shen Ye draped it over her arm, saying it was fine. With the shirt on, it wouldn't be visible on camera. She stared at him for two seconds before changing in front of him. The open-crotch stockings clung to her legs as they were pulled up, the garters crossing over her chest, just avoiding the three pieces of tape, but clearly outlining her shape. As she buttoned the shirt to the third button, her peripheral vision caught Shen Ye, his hand constantly fiddling in her crotch. The cage pressed against the fabric, looking awkward no matter how he tried to adjust it. Just as she was about to find another skirt to put on, Shen Ye grabbed her wrist. She looked down and saw that he was now holding a terrifyingly large dildo. Before her gasp had even finished, she was already pushed down onto the bed. The hem of the shirt was lifted, and a cool breeze hit her open crotch as the object pressed against her anus. Lin Zhiyi instinctively squeezed her legs together, only for him to pry them open with his knee, her voice changing: "No, Shen Ye, really no, I've never tried one this big." Shen Ye squeezed lubricant and pushed the tip in. Lin Zhiyi's entire body tensed, her fingers gripping the bedsheets. More lubricant was added, but it still wouldn't go in. The edges of her anus stretched until they were white, the dildo only managing to penetrate the head. Any further and it got stuck. He squeezed again, changing the angle, but it still slid out. Lin Zhiyi gasped in pain, the corners of her eyes turning red, but she bit her lip and didn't cry out to stop. Looking at the undeniably oversized dildo in his hand, Shen Ye was already sweating, and he was the one who lost steam first. "Little bitch, you're too tight back there, this is too hard to get in." Lin Zhiyi panted, her legs still spread, her crotch glistening. Shen Ye pressed down on her, looking at her for two seconds before continuing, "Then use a smaller one, or forget it?" She bit her lip, glancing at the object that had been put down, then turned her face away, gritting out through her teeth, "Use the smaller one. And be gentle." Shen Ye then went to the drawer and switched to a dildo that was a circle thinner. Before attempting to insert it, he looked down at her again, "If it hurts, hit me." Lin Zhiyi didn't reply, only hooking her calves around his waist. The garters under her shirt dug lightly into her skin with the movement. This time, it finally went in. She had only managed to take half of it when Lin Zhiyi gasped, her fingers already digging into his arm. He paused, and after she nodded, he pushed it in all the way. As soon as he thrust the dildo a couple of times, Lin Zhiyi screamed, her legs clamping shut violently, her feet flexing: "It hurts!!! Shen Ye, get out, get out!" His movements stopped. But in the next second, instead of withdrawing, he pushed down, burying the entire length inside.

Lin Zhiyi, sitting by the bedside, turned her head and glanced at him: "Master, are you going to work on our backsides today?" "No more work today." Shen Ye dropped this sentence and quickly fled the bedroom. A while later, Shen Meng, wearing that maid outfit, and Lin Zhiyi, wearing only a nightgown, walked out of the bedroom. Shen Meng had a pair of shackles on her ankle, which jingled as she walked. Lin Zhiyi sat at the dining table, Shen Meng knelt at her feet, the shackles resting on the floor, occasionally making a light clinking sound. Placing Shen Meng's bowl of porridge on the floor, Lin Zhiyi lowered her head, sipping her porridge, and said to Shen Ye: "She begged for mercy yesterday. Said she would accept any punishment." "I've punished her with a month of shackles. She's not allowed to take them off under any circumstances." She raised her eyes to look at Shen Ye: "Master, do you have any objections?" He glanced at Shen Meng kneeling on the floor. "Your bitch, of course I have no objections." Out of sight, out of mind. He tilted his head and finished the porridge in his bowl, then asked: "Are you going to the company today?" Lin Zhiyi shook her head: "Nothing much to do today, I'm not going." Shen Ye was lying on the bed, preparing to fight it out in Dou Dizhu. He didn't believe he could lose ten games in a row again today. No child cries every day, no gambler loses every day. Lin Zhiyi opened the bedroom door and poked half her head in: "Master, I plan to weld Shen Meng's shackles on. Can you find a welder?" Shen Ye looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief. "No, are you two playing this big?" Lin Zhiyi nodded very seriously. Shen Ye was immediately troubled. Where would he find a welder to weld Shen Meng's shackles on? Especially the pair on her ankle, which looked like proper, standard-issue shackles. If he found a small shop by the roadside, the owner might call the police right after welding them. At this moment, Qin Zao suddenly popped into his mind. Didn't this guy know how to weld? He could just ask him to do it. He called Qin Zao, who happened to be nearby, overseeing the renovation progress at a club. They had a welding machine there. Shen Ye hung up the phone, told Lin Zhiyi and Shen Meng, and immediately got ready to leave. Since Shen Meng was not allowed to take off her shackles, Lin Zhiyi had specially allowed her to wear a long skirt when going out. The skirt was on, but the sound of the shackles could still not be hidden.

"Master, Master, I can't take it anymore, turn it off quickly!" Lin Zhiyi, kneeling on the floor, suddenly cried out. Her little cunt was indeed clenching and unclenching, so Shen Meng quickly turned off the vibrator. Lin Zhiyi panted with a flushed face for a while before she managed to suppress the urge to climax. After a while, the vibrator was turned on again. Shen Meng only let Lin Zhiyi stop after two instances of being brought to the brink and then pulled back. If she were to lick any longer, she felt like the skin on the soles of her feet would be rubbed raw. The hemp rope that had been threaded through the clamps was pulled out, but the clamps remained attached. Taking a butt plug, she applied some lubricant and inserted it into Lin Zhiyi's anus. The hemp rope was tied to one end of the butt plug, threaded through the collar around her neck, and held in Shen Meng's hand. The vibrator in her little cunt was removed, and a medium-sized dildo was inserted. Shen Meng tugged on the rope in her hand and said: "You've eaten quite a lot tonight, haven't you? Master will take you for a walk. If it falls out, we'll add more times to the brink." "Master, my hands are still cuffed behind my back. I can't crawl." "Then walk on your knees." Shen Meng said, and then began to walk forward, pulling the rope. Lin Zhiyi had no choice but to follow on her knees, her knees inching along the carpet. The rope behind her tightened, yanking the butt plug upwards. This forced her to arch her back, the collar digging into her neck, and the dildo in her cunt felt heavy and slippery. With every step she took, it slid out a little further. She could only clamp her legs tightly, holding onto it with her little cunt for dear life, terrified of it falling onto the floor. Shen Meng didn't walk fast, but she didn't stop either, moving from the living room to the dining room, and then back to the sofa. After one circuit, Lin Zhiyi's knees were already red, and the dildo still threatened to slip out repeatedly. She had to stop for a moment, lower her waist, and swallow the thing back in before continuing to crawl after Shen Meng. The clamps on her chest and clitoris swayed gently with her movements, each tug making her frown tightly. "They're clamped tight," Shen Meng said without looking back, pulling the rope forward again. "...Understood, Master." After two more circuits, Lin Zhiyi was utterly exhausted.

It wasn't even ten o'clock, and Shen Ye wanted to go back to the room with Lin Zhiyi to sleep. He had chugged three pots of goji berry water during work today, and felt like he was ready again. Standing by the bed wearing handcuffs, Lin Zhiyi watched Shen Ye lay down a layer of pee pad on the bed. Instantly realizing something was wrong, she turned to escape. Shen Ye grabbed her onto the bed and kissed her. After a minute-long wet kiss. "Little bitch, why are you running?" Lin Zhiyi blinked her eyes: "I wasn't running. I... I was just going to ask Shen Meng for the key to get this off." "No need. I think my baby looks especially beautiful when you're locked up." The chastity lock on her body was opened, but Lin Zhiyi still didn't give up, wanting to escape. "Ah!!!" As soon as she broke free from Shen Ye's embrace, the three studs on Lin Zhiyi's body simultaneously began to vibrate and discharge electricity. She let out a wail and squatted on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. This was just the most basic vibration and electric shock setting, and Lin Zhiyi was already finding it unbearable. "Mas... Master, I won't run anymore, please turn it off." Shen Ye didn't listen. He pulled her onto the bed, took off his pants, and patted her face. Lin Zhiyi proactively stepped forward and took his cock into her mouth, pleading as she sucked and swallowed, "Master, please turn it off quickly, your slave really can't take it anymore." Fearing she might bite him if she wasn't careful, Shen Ye, in his mercy, turned off the electric discharge function of the studs, leaving only the vibration. Lin Zhiyi let out a long sigh and began to diligently service his cock. The sounds of flesh colliding in the bedroom, Lin Zhiyi's moans, mixed with the clanging of handcuffs, didn't stop until one in the morning. When Shen Ye carried Lin Zhiyi to the bathroom, her thighs were trembling uncontrollably. The flesh-colored stockings on her legs were already torn into shreds. "If you dare to turn on the studs again when I'm climaxing, I'll castrate you!" Slumped in the bathroom, Lin Zhiyi said as he washed the marks off her body. "But I saw that little bitch seemed to be enjoying it. Who was it that wet herself just now?" "If I hadn't laid down the pee pad beforehand, we would have been sleeping on the sofa again tonight." Lin Zhiyi raised her hand to punish Shen Ye, but was restricted by the handcuffs. She could only huff and turn her head away, ignoring Shen Ye. After showering, he locked the chastity lock on her lower body again. The ones on her upper body were not locked; Shen Ye wanted to hold them while sleeping tonight.

Shen Ye turned off the light, his hand still resting on Lin Zhiyi’s chest. He said nothing more. Lin Zhiyi shifted slightly in his arms; the shackles clinked softly, but she didn’t press him for an answer. Shen Meng, hugging both of their feet at the foot of the bed, also fell silent, leaving only the sound of their faint breathing. After a while, the room fell completely silent. Shen Ye kept his eyes closed, his fingers occasionally brushing lightly against Lin Zhiyi’s nipple studs. Neither of them spoke; Lin Zhiyi simply buried her face deeper into his chest, while Shen Meng rolled over at the foot of the bed—her ankle cuffs clinked against the bedframe—and soon fell still as well. The alarm went off, and Shen Ye opened his eyes immediately. He’d spent the entire night thinking about how to train both of them at the same time and had already come up with a preliminary plan. He slapped Lin Zhiyi’s butt and kicked Shen Meng’s breast, waking them both up. “You two have half an hour. I want to see breakfast on the table.” Still groggy from sleep, the two immediately scrambled toward the kitchen, their shackles clanking as they went. Are you kidding me? He was about to thoroughly train both of them—did Shen Ye really need to prepare breakfast for them himself? After finishing breakfast with the two of them serving him, he wiped his mouth, unlocked Lin Zhiyi’s shackles, and told her to go change and put on her makeup first. He turned to ask Shen Meng, “Do you want to stay in the cage today, or hang in the air?” “Bro, can I just not choose either?” “Of course not.” In the end, Shen Meng chose to hang in the air; she’d grown a bit restless from being locked in the cage all day, so a change of pace would do her good. He suspended Shen Meng from the dragon gate frame in the “four-horse” position. He laid a layer of padding beneath her to prevent injury in case the ropes snapped and she fell, and placed a urine pad on top of that. Before hoisting her up, Shen Ye forced her to drink three large cups of water. Once Shen Meng was suspended, the ropes dug into her flesh. With her limbs bound behind her back and her body hanging in midair, she tried to move slightly, but the ropes immediately tightened, allowing only a faint sound to escape. Once she was tied up, Lin Zhiyi came out, having changed her clothes. As Shen Ye had requested, she wore only a white blouse on top—no bra underneath and no lock—with her nipple studs faintly visible beneath the fabric. On her lower body, she wore a black, form-fitting skirt that ended just at the curve of her buttocks, perfectly concealing her open-crotch stockings; underneath, she wore nothing and was not locked in place. She deliberately stuck her butt out toward Shen Ye; the short skirt slid up slightly, revealing the ruby-studded anal plug nestled in the cleft of her buttocks. He took out a vibrating egg and had Lin Zhiyi insert it herself, then picked out a buttonless jacket for her before heading out to work with her. Once they arrived at the office, Shen Ye set the vibrating egg to the lowest setting, then paid no attention to Lin Zhiyi—who was sitting in the executive chair with her legs clamped tightly together—and sat down on the office sofa to play with his phone. Whenever someone came in to report to Lin Zhiyi, he would silently turn the vibrator up to medium and watch as she gritted her teeth to cope with the pleasure building inside her. Once the subordinate left, the vibrator would be immediately switched back to the lowest setting. He vented to Lu Yan on his phone, asking what kind of medicine she’d given him last night—why hadn’t he felt anything after taking it? Had she accidentally given him the estrogen she was supposed to be taking herself? “That medicine is all-natural and synthetic. Of course one damn pill won’t do anything. Try taking it for a whole week straight—after a week, you’ll be back begging for more.” He sent her an emoji of a brotherly heart. Just then, Zhang Wanqiu came in with a document for Lin Zhiyi to sign. “You asked to be properly trained yourself, little bitch—don’t blame me.” She found the remote control interface for the vibrator and, without flinching, switched it to “Intense” mode. A familiar scream rang out in the office, and Zhang Wanqiu, standing across from Lin Zhiyi, was clearly startled. Just as he stepped forward to support Lin Zhiyi, Shen Ye simultaneously turned the vibrator inside her up to maximum. The buzzing sound of the vibrator immediately mingled with her screams. Even someone as clueless as Zhang Wanqiu could tell what was happening—a little toy had definitely been inserted inside Lin Zhiyi. For a moment, he stood there dumbfounded, holding Lin Zhiyi, completely at a loss as to what to do.