Lottery System: Daily Bondage

Vesryn got out of bed and stared at the ceiling. Three days ago, this system appeared. She rolled over, the thin blanket slipping away, and morning light squeezed through the gap in the curtains, drawing a thin line on the floor. She sat up, the hem of her nightgown rolled up to her waist, revealing a sliver of her abdomen. "Lottery." A semi-transparent panel floated before her eyes. The card flipped. [Today's Binding Pose: Kikkō-jime] [Today's Mission: Maintain this pose until bedtime, interacting normally with family during this time, without being discovered.] [Today's Reward: Magic Vibrator (Beginner)] [Accept?] Kikkō-jime. She had looked it up in the manual and knew what it meant—ropes hanging from the back of the neck, crossing in front of the chest, cinching through the crotch, with the knot secured there. She stared at the words for a few seconds, then tapped "Accept" with her finger. A warm current flowed out, and cotton ropes appeared out of nowhere, beginning to wrap around her skin. A coolness spread from the back of her neck to her collarbone, from her collarbone to her chest. She closed her eyes, feeling the ropes cross, tighten, and secure. The ropes circled beneath her breasts, then crossed down over her abdomen, pulling back along her groin, cinching into her buttocks, and then tightening forward from between her legs. A knot settled right there. Her body stiffened, and the unfamiliar sensation of a foreign object made her instinctively press her legs together. The ropes continued to tighten, running up along her spine from the small of her back, eventually meeting the loop at the back of her neck and being tied off. After the Kikkō-jime was complete, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself. Her nightgown covered all the ropes, but when she breathed, she could feel the rope net tighten slightly with the rise and fall of her chest. The knot was lodged there, pressing a little deeper with each breath. After putting on her wool dress, she looked at herself in the mirror from side to side, seeing no abnormality. Breakfast was made by her mother. Oatmeal, fried eggs, and toast. Vesryn sat at the dining table, her back straighter than usual. She took the bowl of porridge slowly, trying to avoid extending her arms too far and pulling on the knot in front of her chest. "Your complexion isn't great today?" her mother observed, examining her. "Were you up late again?" "No, I went to bed early last night," Vesryn said, scooping a spoonful of porridge into her mouth. As she chewed, the ropes tightened slightly with her swallow, and the knot ground against that spot, causing a persistent itch. The vibrator became her nightly secret. For the first few nights, she only dared to use the lowest setting, pressing it against her inner thigh through her underwear. The moment the buzzing started, her body tensed instantly. The creak of her father turning over in the bedroom downstairs made her fingers freeze, her breath catching in her throat. Only when she confirmed there was no more movement did she slowly exhale, her fingertips pressing a little harder, pushing the warm, vibrating mass an inch closer to that spot. A tingle seeped into her skin, shooting like an electric current from her inner thigh to the edge of her core. Her breathing grew shallow and rapid, hot puffs escaping her nostrils. Soon, the back of her hand bore the imprint of her teeth. Pleasure surged like a tide, about to engulf her, when she abruptly switched it off. Her body hung suspended, her core still throbbing uncontrollably, a sticky coolness seeping through the fabric to her fingertips. She stared at the dark, damp patch on her fingers, feeling the sudden, weightless emptiness within her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she couldn't resist and pressed the button again. During the day, her inner thighs always felt a dull ache, as if something was missing. She would unconsciously press her legs together and rub them. Sitting at the dinner table, she would habitually adjust her posture, letting the edge of the wooden chair press gently against that sensitive spot through her clothes, finding a sliver of comfort. Several days later, the system panel lit up again. She clicked on the lottery. This time, the binding pose was – rear-hand tie. The mission remained the same: maintain it until bedtime, interact normally with her family, and do not be discovered. But the reward made her breath catch: becoming a Level 1, Star 1 Mage. Mage… She stared intently at the words, her throat tightening. Her parents were just ordinary farmers, and her village was remote and isolated. Even traveling magicians rarely visited. If she could become a mage… if she could possess power… Before the thought was fully formed, her finger had already tapped "Accept." Rough hemp rope appeared out of nowhere, quickly wrapping around her wrists. Unlike the cotton rope from last time, the hemp rope felt dry and abrasive. It tightened, securing her wrists firmly, palms facing outward, backs of hands touching. The rope then wound down behind her waist, threading up from beneath her wrists. The force pulled her hands backward, forcing her elbows out and stretching her shoulders, her chest involuntarily arching. She bit her lip, glancing at her blurred profile in the bronze mirror. The rope continued to coil up her forearms, stopping below her elbows. The final strand connected the wrist loop to the waist loop, and with a sharp tug, it was securely knotted. She tried to struggle, and the hemp rope immediately tightened, the stiff fibers digging into her skin, leaving deep red marks. A sharp sting of pain shot through her, quickly transforming into a strange, burning sensation. She put on a thick wool cloak. The dark gray fabric was loose and soft, tied at the front. In the mirror, everything looked normal, with no hint of anything unusual. But only she knew that beneath the cloak, her hands were locked tightly behind her, utterly immobile. She tried to walk, her steps surprisingly steady, but her arms couldn't swing. Her center of gravity shifted slightly backward, and each step felt as if she were being pulled by something. When she sat down, her wrists were pressed between her waist and the back of the chair, causing a sharp pain. She had to shift forward, letting her hands hang in the air. She wanted to open the door, but her fingers couldn't reach the latch. She had to push with her shoulder, squeezing through sideways. It was evening, and she stood alone in the dark kitchen, looking at the clay pot on the stove. Suddenly, a serious problem dawned on her – she still had to eat three meals a day with her parents for the entire day. But the allure of becoming a mage was too great. She couldn't be bothered to think about it and decided to go to sleep. She tried countless positions, lying on her stomach, on her side, but none were comfortable. Her hands, bound behind her, felt awkward no matter how she placed them. After tossing and turning for nearly an hour, she finally managed to fall into a hazy sleep by curling up on her side, knees drawn up, her hands tucked behind her hips. The next morning, her mother's call from downstairs instantly yanked her back to reality. Gritting her teeth, she struggled to pull over a gray-white strip of cloth and haphazardly wrapped it around her arm, pretending it was an injury. A rope, starting from a loop at the small of her back, descended deeply between her legs, then pulled upward to be tied at the back. The rope, passing through that sensitive area, had a knot deliberately tied, the knot settling firmly into the soft crevice. The moment the rope tightened, a suppressed groan rumbled in Vissri's throat, her body arching forward uncontrollably, nearly losing her balance. Next came the gag. A black sphere materialized, attached to a wide leather strap. The sphere was of moderate size, its surface smooth and cool. She opened her mouth and took it in. Her lips were forced apart, her teeth finding purchase in the grooves on the sphere's surface. The strap wrapped around the sides of her cheeks, then buckled tightly at the back of her head. Saliva, like a breached dam, surged instantly, flowing uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth. She instinctively tried to swallow, but her tongue was pinned down by the heavy sphere, making it impossible to clear. A gurgling sound emanated from her throat, but it was useless. She pushed with her tongue, but it didn't budge. The strap was too tight, forcing her mouth into a perfect "O" shape, unable to close or open any wider. She tried to speak, her throat vibrating, her tongue writhing uselessly beneath the ball, producing only a series of muffled "mmph... uhh..." sounds. Vissri stood before the bronze mirror, gazing at the stranger within. The oversized cloak concealed the outline of her bound hands behind her back, but the gag in her mouth was impossible to hide. The black sphere was wedged between her lips, the strap leaving faint red marks on her fair cheeks, and glistening saliva dripped from her chin, forming a continuous line. She wanted to raise a hand to wipe it away, but her arms remained immobile, her hands securely locked behind her. She could only try to rub her shoulder against it, but as soon as she cleared it, new saliva immediately welled up. It was then she remembered the "magic mask" from the rewards. With a thought, the item appeared before her. It was a black mask, soft to the touch, with a faint luminescence flowing around its edges. She willed the mask onto her face, and the fabric, as if alive, molded itself perfectly, covering the gag and all the straps, revealing only her eyes and nose. From the outside, she looked as if she were simply wearing a regular black mask. But only she knew that beneath it, the gag remained, her jaw was still forced open, and saliva continued to secrete. Fortunately, the inner lining of the mask seemed to possess special magical patterns that rapidly absorbed the overflowing liquid, preventing her face from becoming a mess. She let out a sigh of relief, at least she wouldn't be covered in drool. But the presence of the gag never faded. The sphere hung heavily in her mouth, her jaw muscles aching from being held open for so long. Each swallow became an arduous effort, requiring all her strength, resulting in a dull thud from her throat. Lying in bed at night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She thought of tomorrow's task. Tomorrow, she was to go to town with her parents. It wasn't her desire, but a monthly routine. Her father would sell eggs and wool at the market, her mother would buy salt and fabric. She usually accompanied them, helping at the stall and carrying things. But now, it was different. Her hands bound behind her, a gag in her mouth, a rope cinching her crotch... How would she go? How would she walk? How would she communicate with her parents? How would she face the familiar neighbors in town? For a fleeting moment, she considered giving up. But the words "Permanent Cognitive Impairment" drew her in like a magnet. She rolled over, and the rope immediately brushed against her sensitive area, the knot grinding hard. She let out a muffled groan and bit down on the ball in her mouth. She couldn't give up. The card slowly flipped in the void, revealing today's task. [Today's Binding Pose: Horse Stride Bind] [Accompanying Items: Gag Ball, Magic Vibrator (random frequency oscillation)] [Today's Mission: Maintain this pose and wear the items until bedtime (estimated to last ten hours). No removal or discovery by others during this period.] [Today's Reward: Admission to Hilston Academy of Magic (with a single dormitory room)] [Accept?] Vesali's finger hovered above the panel, not immediately descending. Ten hours. From tonight until tomorrow evening, a full day and night. And the Horse Stride Bind, as recorded in the system's illustration book, was one of the most thorough binding poses. Hands and feet were locked together, the body forced into a taut bow, making it impossible to even shift slightly, let alone roll over. Add to that a tightly packed gag ball, and a vibrator with completely unpredictable random frequency oscillations. She pictured it in her mind: wrists and ankles bound tightly, body folded in half, back arched high, the rope deeply digging into her most private crevice, pressing that hard knot firmly inside her; and she could only lie on the bed, waiting for the uncertain vibrations, for a full ten hours. She knew it would be "torturous," but her gaze was fixed on that line of reward – admission to Hilston Academy of Magic. How could she not know that name? It was the holy land of magic spoken of by bards. Moreover, the reward explicitly stated, a single dormitory room included. This meant she could leave this home and move into the academy. Possess a space entirely her own, close the door, and it would be her world. She hesitated no longer and accepted. A warm current instantly surged through her body. This time, the ropes were thicker and denser than ever before. "Please lie down on the bed," the system's prompt echoed in the depths of her consciousness. Vesali complied, climbing onto the bed and lying on her back. Rough hemp ropes first wrapped around her wrists, two loops, three loops, tightly wound, knotted and secured. Next were her ankles, the same steps, the same firmness. Then, two long rope ends extended from the wrists and ankles, meeting in mid-air, and with a sharp tug, they tightened. "Mmm...!" Her legs were forcibly bent upwards, knees pressed against her chest, heels digging into her buttocks. The tension did not cease. Her wrists were pulled down, her ankles lifted up, the two points drawing closer until her fingertips were firmly pressed against her heels. Her entire body was fixed into a perfect arc. Her back arched high, suspended off the bed, with only her shoulder blades and buttocks supporting her weight. She tried to struggle. Not an inch. Finally, the rope wound from her lower back to her front, tied into a firm knot at her abdomen, then a single thick rope end split off, running down her lower belly, deeply threading through her crotch, and tied with a heavy knot in the most hidden indentation. This knot was larger and harder than any before, like a pebble, fitting precisely and flawlessly, filling that soft flesh to its limit. When Visseri returned to the dorm, Nara was already in the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding a hemp rope, with a wooden box at her feet – a prop provided by the system, a companion to today's lottery draw. The box was open, and Visseri glanced inside: a gag, a bullet vibrator, a rabbit vibrator, nipple clamps, a leather whip, electro-stimulation pads, candles, and a pair of metal handcuffs with a thin chain. "Today, we're doing a full bind," Nara said, patting the bed. "Lie down." Visseri shed her long dress and cloak, leaving only her panties and bra, and lay down on the bed. Nara pulled her hands behind her back, crossed her wrists, wrapped the hemp rope around them three times, tightened it, and tied a knot. Then, the rope was pulled upwards from her wrists and secured behind her waist, stretching her shoulders. It was then looped over her shoulders, crossed in front of her chest, creating two diagonal lines, and then passed under her armpits to the back, where it was tightened. Her entire upper body was secured in a net of ropes, rendering her arms completely immobile. "Tight enough?" Nara asked. "Just right." Nara hooked a finger around the crossed rope in front of Visseri's chest and flicked it. The hemp rope snapped against her skin with a dull thud, and Visseri flinched. Nara took the metal handcuffs from the wooden box and dangled them in front of Visseri. The handcuffs were silver, lined with thin velvet on the inside, and gleamed under the oil lamp. "How do these work?" "They go on your wrists, over the rope." Nara fastened the handcuffs onto Visseri's wrists with a click, locking them. The coolness of the metal seeped through the rope to her skin, harder and heavier than the hemp. Visseri's wrists were fixed, with no room to even turn. "I'm going to interrogate you today," Nara said, clipping one end of the thin chain to the ring on the handcuffs and holding the other end in her hand. She gave a tug, and Visseri's body lurched forward before snapping back. "Interrogate me about what?" Nara didn't answer immediately. She took an eye mask from the wooden box – black silk – and, leaning down, placed it over Visseri's eyes, tying the straps securely behind her head. Visseri's world went dark, with only a faint sliver of light from the oil lamp seeping through the edges of the mask, blurry, as if seen through a mist. Nara's fingers pressed onto Visseri's lower abdomen, not too hard, not too soft, and slowly traced downwards, past her pubic bone, stopping at the knot of the rope between her legs. Her fingertip hooked the edge of the knot and pulled it slightly outwards before releasing it. The rope snapped back, hitting that spot through the fabric. Visseri's body jolted, and a small amount of liquid squeezed out from between her legs. "Interrogate you," Nara's voice came from the left, her lips very close to Visseri's ear, her breath fanning her earlobe. "When you're tied up like this, doesn't your little hole get wet right away?" Visseri's face instantly flushed, and she didn't answer. "Not talking?" Nara's finger moved from the rope between her legs to her entrance, pressing down through her panties. The fabric was already damp, and as her fingertip pressed, liquid seeped out from the fabric fibers, smearing onto her finger. "If you don't talk, I'll keep touching. I'll touch until you're dripping." "Yes... it was already wet." Visseri's voice was strained. "When did it start getting wet? Was it when you saw me with the rope, or when I locked the handcuffs?" "When I saw you... with the rope." [Today's Binding Pose: Kote-kote + Crotch Rope + Thigh Binding] [Today's Accompanying Tools: Rabbit Vibrator (Wireless Remote), Urethral Sound, Nipple Clamps, Gag Ball] [Today's Mission: Maintain binding and tool wear on the way back to the academy, without being discovered by passersby.] [Today's Reward: Teleportation (Can descend to any location within the field of vision of an omniscient perspective, no distance limit, one-week cooldown, can bring one person)] [Accept?] Vesali's gaze lingered on the line "can bring one person" for two seconds. What did this mean? It meant if Cecilia was in danger, she could appear instantly. Her fingertips twitched, and she tapped "Accept." A warm current surged, and hemp ropes materialized out of thin air, swiftly coiling around her body. The Kote-kote wrapped around the back of her neck, crossing over her chest to carve deep cleavage, encircling beneath her breasts, and weaving a dense net on her abdomen. The crotch rope pierced fiercely through her groin, the knot digging tightly into the most sensitive entrance, while her hands were bound behind her back. Finally, the thigh binding. The rope began to coil above her knees, layer upon layer, a total of six rounds, binding her legs tightly together. Her knees couldn't bend, and her feet could only be kept together. Then, she put on the urethral sound, nipple clamps, and gag ball in succession. "Binding again? And with so many things?" Nara watched from the side, her eyes full of surprise. "Wait, let me put this on for you!" Nara interrupted Vesali's movements, picking up the black gag ball, pinching her chin, forcing it open, and shoving it in forcefully. The strap tightened behind her head, distorting the corners of her mouth. "From now until we get back to the academy, your mouth stays stuffed like this," Nara said, patting her face. "Swallow your own saliva. If you can't swallow it, let it drool. Don't expect me to wipe it for you." "Mmm..." Vesali could only make muffled sounds, and saliva immediately overflowed from the corners of her mouth. They dismantled the tent and restored everything to its original state. "Let's go, prisoner." Nara grabbed the thin cord attached to the nipple clamps and gave a gentle tug. "Nngh—!!" A sharp pain mixed with pleasure instantly spread through her entire body. Vesali stumbled, nearly falling. Her hands were bound behind her, and her legs couldn't spread, so she could only shuffle along with tiny steps, completely reliant on the cord in Nara's hand to guide her forward. When they reached the horses, Vesali couldn't mount at all. Her legs wouldn't spread, and her hands couldn't exert any force. Nara didn't even look at her. She simply went behind the horse, cupped Vesali under her armpits, and forcefully lifted her, tossing her onto the horse's back. "Hold on." Vesali lay on the horse's back, her face pressed against the mane, heavily resting on the hard saddle. The urethral sound and the vibrator were pushed deeper, and a strong wave of numbness instantly surged to her head. Nara mounted the horse, riding alongside her. The thin cord in her hand remained taut. As soon as the horse moved, the cord would tug, and the nipple clamps would tighten a fraction more. The road was uneven, the hooves stepping on gravel, the carriage constantly bumping. The crotch rope fiercely ground against her sensitive points, the vibrator's tremors intensified and weakened with the undulations, the urethral sound gently stirred inside her, and the cord on her chest tightened with each stride. All the sensations merged, washing over her nerves like a tide, repeatedly. Vesali lay on the horse's back. With her hands bound behind her, she could only maintain balance with the strength of her waist, her back held perfectly straight. She then picked up the vibrator, set it to the lowest setting, and with the same motion, took it into her mouth and inserted it. The bullet vibrator was already waiting deep inside. Two sources of vibration, one external and one internal, exploded simultaneously. A dense numbness spread from her core, traveling through her limbs. With her hand behind her back, she grabbed the patch and, after some effort, managed to place it precisely on the sensitive point pressed by the rope knot. A faint electrical hum seeped into her skin, a tingling mixed with a dull ache, layering upon itself. Finally, the nipple clamps. Her hand behind her back fumbled for a while before finding the right spot. She bit down on the rosy nipple, and with a "click," they were secured. Vissri’s entire body jolted, and she gasped, a thin silver chain dangling down, swaying gently with each breath. Every tug sent a sharp, alluring itch through her. While fumbling, she seemed to have missed the mark several times, eliciting a few soft moans from Vissri. But she paid no mind; after all, this was what she wanted. Having completed all this, Nora stepped back half a pace. Her own hands were cuffed behind her back, her mouth gagged, and a damp sheen of moisture, unclear what it was, clung to her chin, soaking her shirt collar. She looked disheveled yet utterly unrestrained, a smile in her eyes that was too thick to dissipate, as she surveyed her perfectly bound toy with keen interest. Vissri’s skin burned under Nora’s gaze. The vibrations within her pulsed wave after wave, her sensitive points throbbed numbly, her skin flushed a delicate red. Every muscle in her body tensed, awaiting Nora’s next move. Nora didn’t reach for the remote. Instead, she bent down, biting the base of the vibrator again. The gag wedged between her teeth, preventing a perfect seal, forcing her to tilt her head and hold it awkwardly as she slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The motion was clumsy and labored, yet incredibly focused. The metal shaft repeatedly ground against the narrow passage, mingling with the vibration of the bullet and the tingling current, a tempest raging through her senses. Her tongue was pinned down, unable to lick or tease. She could only rely on the pressure of her lips and the movement of her head to create friction. Each deep thrust sent Vissri’s body into spasms, and soft whimpers escaped her uncontrollably. The rhythm of thrusting quickened, the force intensified. Nora’s cheeks flushed, veins slightly bulging in her neck, but she refused to stop, as if pouring all her pent-up frustration and possessiveness into the act. Vissri felt her consciousness begin to drift, all her senses converging on that one point, leaving her to passively endure the tidal wave of sensation. After an unknown amount of time, Nora released her mouth and turned, reaching for the whip with her cuffed hands. Her wrist movement was restricted, making her actions stiff and unsteady. The first lash landed slightly off, grazing the inner thigh and leaving a faint red mark. Vissri grunted, her body recoiling sharply. She adjusted her stance, relying on memory and feel to continue. The whip’s tip, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, landed on her lower abdomen, her waist, her chest. Each strike produced a crisp sound, and red welts bloomed one after another on her fair skin. Each lash acted like a precise switch. With every strike, the pleasure doubled. Vissri’s breathing became ragged, her eyes reddened, her vision blurred. All that remained was her body’s instinctive trembling and tension. Nora dropped the whip and crouched down again. This time, she took the ring of the urethral dilator into her mouth, her lips and teeth exerting pressure to slowly pull it out. The metal shaft scraped against the delicate inner walls as it slid out, the sharp, aching fullness nearly driving Vissri to collapse. Tears welled uncontrollably, tracing paths down her temples and into her hair. Just as she reached the brink, Nora lowered her head. Through her thin lips and the gag, she firmly enclosed the most sensitive entrance. Without the tease of a tongue, she used sheer suction to hold it tightly. Vissri’s consciousness exploded. The orgasm surged like a breached dam, her body convulsing violently. Bound, she couldn’t move her limbs, only arch her back desperately, her body forming a taut curve. Muffled cries mixed with moans, escaping her lips. The extreme pleasure lasted for a long time, until the waves slowly receded, her body still trembling uncontrollably. Her skin was burning hot, marked by the rope, the clamps, and the whip, outlining a suggestive silhouette. Nora released her mouth and straightened up. Her chin was slick with moisture, indistinguishable from saliva or something else, trickling down her neck. She walked over, knelt beside the bed, and met Vissri’s gaze. Her cuffed hands were awkwardly behind her back, her mouth still gagged, but her crescent-shaped eyes declared victory, direct and triumphant. Meanwhile, Vissri was still lost in the haze of her climax. Nora unlocked her own handcuffs but did not remove the gag. Her cheeks puffed out from the obstruction, but her eyes crinkled, giving her a twisted, adorable appearance. She reached out, clasped Nora’s wrist, fingers intertwining, and pulled her into an embrace. It was a gift from Vissri after she returned, identical to the one on her neck. "We have a new game today," Vissri raised her right hand, and a faint light flashed from her spatial ring. The toys landed on the bed one by one, covering the entire surface. Two double-headed dildos lay side by side, their flesh-colored shafts gleaming warmly in the morning light, thicker by a full ring than any they had used before. Next to them were a slender urethral dilator, two vibrators, a pair of silver nipple clamps, a black gag, and several soft leather restraints. Cecilia's gaze swept over the two double-headed dildos, her Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but she quickly regained her composure. She reached out and picked up a leather restraint, turning it over in her hands twice before looking up at Vissri. "How do you plan to tie me?" "No rope today, we're using this," Vissri took the restraint from her hand and gave it a gentle tug. The leather made a faint creaking sound under the tension. "In the bathroom. All three of us." The bathroom was at the end of the corridor, and no one would come at this hour, so they wouldn't disturb anyone. Besides, if someone did come, their cognitive impairments should be able to mask their actions. Vissri walked at the front, pushing open the frosted glass door. Warm steam billowed out. Nara had already turned on the hot water, and white mist filled the entire space. Tiny water droplets condensed on the tiled walls, and the air was filled with the soapy scent of shower gel. She shed her robe and hung it on the hook behind the door. The rope net of the rhombic binding was still on her body, the off-white hemp rope stretching from her collarbone to her pubic bone, each diamond intersection leaving a faint red mark. The crotch rope passed between her legs, the knot positioned in the most sensitive spot, gently grinding as she walked, causing the area to already feel slightly damp. Cecilia stood behind her, watching the rope marks appear and disappear in the steam, her breathing noticeably deepening. Her fingers reached out, pressing lightly on Vissri's lower abdomen through the hemp rope. Her palm was warmed by the steam, and Vissri's waist instinctively arched as it was pressed against her. Nara entered last, locking the door behind her. She removed her nightgown casually, the fabric sliding to the floor to reveal her slender body. She walked over, picked up a leather restraint, and crouched down. The restraint was wrapped around Nara's left ankle, tightened, and fastened with a silver buckle, then around her right ankle. The two restraints were connected by a short chain, leaving a gap of about one step for movement. Then, above her knees, another restraint firmly bound her legs together, the leather surface pressing against the tender flesh of her inner thighs. The soft lining and the coolness of the leather created a subtle temperature difference. "Hands," Nara moved behind her. Cecilia brought her hands behind her back, wrists together. The restraint was wound around them, tightened, and locked. Her shoulders were naturally pulled apart, and the blouse in front of her stretched tighter, her nipples forming a clear outline beneath the fabric. Nara didn't stop. She pulled out another long restraint from behind, wrapped it around Cecilia's collarbone, crossed it in front of her chest, then passed it under her armpits to her back, where it was fastened to the wrist restraint. This way, Cecilia's upper body was completely immobilized; her arms couldn't move, and she couldn't even bend over. Finally, it was Nara's turn. Vissri picked up a restraint and pressed Nara against the tiled wall. The cold tiles pressed against Nara's back, and she gasped, her shoulder blades tensing, her chest involuntarily puffing out. Her legs were spread apart, and the ankle restraints were secured to two hooks at the base of the wall—hooks meant for towels, positioned at just the right height to spread her legs shoulder-width apart. Her hands were pulled overhead, the wrist restraints fastened to the metal showerhead pipe, leaving her plastered against the wall, unable to move an inch. The mist grew thicker, and the steam condensed into fine droplets on the three women's skin, slowly sliding down their backs, collarbones, and inner thighs. Cecilia knelt on the tiled floor, her legs bound together, her hands tied behind her, relying only on her knees for support. The steam had dampened her blouse, the semi-transparent fabric clinging to her skin, outlining the fullness of her chest and the slenderness of her waist. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat, a few strands of pale gold hair stuck to her temples, her lips slightly parted, her breathing shallow and rapid. She looked up at Vissri, the moisture in her eyes mingling with the steam, making it impossible to tell if it was from the mist or from arousal. Vissri picked up a vibrator first, applied lubricant, and crouched in front of Cecilia. She parted the crotch rope and her fingertips probed inside. The area was already warm and wet. As the vibrator was pushed deeper, Cecilia's waist trembled slightly, and a soft sigh escaped her throat. Then it was Nara's turn. She walked to the wall, her fingers probing between Nara's widely spread legs. The insertion was equally smooth, as Nara was also wet. The entrance glistened with moisture, and a faint squelching sound accompanied the insertion of the vibrator. The two double-headed dildos were the focus of today's game. "You and me," Vissri handed one of the dildos to Cecilia, gesturing for her to take it in her mouth. Cecilia lowered her head, her lips enclosing one end of the shaft, and looked up at Vissri, her eyes filled with nervousness, but more so with anticipation. Kneeling on the floor, her blouse clinging transparently to her body, she looked both innocent and seductive with the dildo in her mouth. She held the other end, aimed it at the entrance between her legs, which was slightly bulging from the restraint, and slowly pushed it in. As the shaft parted her inner walls, Cecilia let out a muffled groan, nearly dropping the dildo from her mouth, but she bit down, her teeth leaving shallow marks on the silicone surface. The other end was aimed at Vissri herself. She straddled Cecilia's legs, the crotch rope pushed aside, the vibrator still buzzing deep inside, the entrance already flooded. She slowly lowered herself, the dildo entering her inch by inch, one behind the other with the vibrator, filling the space perfectly. The two bodies were connected by this silicone rod. Every breath Cecilia took tugged at the dildo, gently stirring inside her, and every contraction she made was transmitted back along the rod, causing Cecilia's waist to tremble. Then she stood up, pulling Cecilia up with her. The dildo was still connected between them. The act of standing up pressed the shaft deeper, and Cecilia let out a muffled moan, her knees weakening. She leaned on Vissri's shoulder to remain standing.