In the Vermillion Bird Empire, women possess an innate potential for high-level immortal arts, granting them a position of immense power. However, they are required to wear restrictive ceremonial gowns for extended periods to prevent the dissipation of their magical energy. Men in this nation are denied the right to education and are excluded from holding significant positions; their sole responsibility is to care for the women who, due to their tightly bound existence, are unable to manage their own daily lives. Once a formidable and renowned general, she now lives in retirement, dedicating her time to nurturing her daughter. Subsequently, the Second Princess, who long held de facto command of the military and achieved remarkable feats, found herself under suspicion from the elder officials of the court. Faced with the turbulent undercurrents of the imperial court, the Second Princess, under the guise of a routine inspection tour, secretly sought out her former mentor, the retired Great General, to implore him for a method to overcome her predicament.

"With a click, Akemi was locked in this dark, sunless cabinet. Inside the locker, partitions with round holes in the center automatically protruded from both sides, holding Akemi's body in place so that she couldn't move. A rubbery soft stick reached into her mouth, going all the way down into the depths of her throat, making her feel like she wanted to dry-heave but couldn't spit anything out. A steady stream of nutrient fluid flowed from the tip of the rubber wand into Akemi's throat, replenishing her strength. The front and back rubber soft rods were pressed against Akemi's front and back gates, and after injecting the liquid used for cleansing into Akemi's body, the liquid that dissolved the feces flowed back out of the tube in the center of the rubber soft rods. Akemi had a very unpleasant and disgusting feeling of having her mouth, front door, and posterior chamber violated at the same time. The door to the cabinet could only be opened by Hifumi's fingerprints. What right did she have to call herself Hifumi's sister when she was just an object to be stowed away?

Her body was blending in with the luxurious gown known as the "Mermaid's Dress", and she was becoming more and more like a real mermaid as it was reflected and transformed by the gown. She was lying on a high-class navy blue ocean-printed blanket, her body spread out, showing off her full breasts and hips and long legs, and gracefully flicking her long trailing tail. With every movement, the hem of her skirt swung as gracefully as the waves caressing the shore, and every sway was like nature's gentlest touch, mesmerizing. Each swing is like a wave gently caressing the shore, the ruffles of the tail unfolding layer by layer like scattered waves, then retracting and returning to a calm state, making people stop and stare.

A detention day is an event where only female students spend the entire day in a state of restraint. Classes are held as usual. Restraint Day is a tradition at this high school, and is said to have begun shortly after the war. It is said to be an attempt to make children grow into strong women at heart by living their school life under restraints. The time is at the beginning of fall. There is no set date, and a day is usually chosen when the weather is just right for this period, which is neither too cold nor too hot. Therefore, the schedule is not announced in advance, but decided and informed on the day. The higher the degree of dress coverage, the higher the degree of bondage. [Upper half of the body bare: Hands handcuffed in front.] [Upper half of the body in underwear: Hands tightly bound behind the back. A gag ball is worn over the mouth.] [In uniform: Hands tightly bound behind the back. Wearing gag ball over mouth. Wearing leg irons. Wearing a collar.

"Big sister what's on you is so strange!" Said the little loli and tugged on the long chain with her hand. "Oooh!" The big sister grunted softly and bent down following the chain. It was as if Little Lori understood that this would control this big sister, and then she grabbed that chain with her hand and didn't let go. The big sister also stopped moving away, in which direction Lori pulled, her went in which direction. Moreover, the big sister's mouth seemed to be really blocked by something, except for the "whimpering" sound, she didn't utter a word.

Her arms were folded behind her back, wrapped tightly in a translucent leather holster with a pinkish sheen. The lacing at the holster's interface was tightened to the point of being extremely tight at each of the pull holes, making the leather tight against Iori's skin and outlining the curves of Iori's slender arms; several straps used to hold it in place buckled around her shoulders, neck, and waist, connecting to a single glove, making it impossible for Iori to get out of the leather's confines. Iori blushed, not daring to look up at Hanako, who could only see the roots of Iori's tiny ears, which had turned a fascinating shade of scarlet from the accelerated blood flow. Not only that, but Iori was now unable to use her hands to wipe away the juices that flowed from her mouth. Crystalline liquid dripped from the edge of the round rod that was stuck in Iori's small mouth, forming two thin silver wires

"Your fists are crossed horizontally when your hands are tied behind your back, right? I hold my fists vertically. Even if it's tied tightly, you can twist your arms in a horizontal position, and there's room for the rope to come loose." "I see. I wonder if that's true." Wakana said as she watched the drama. "Ah! Found it! Found it just now!" What Wakana took out was a bundle of rope. She didn't seem to realize that the rope was a perverted item to tie herself up and make her excited.

In the near future, a law will be passed and enforced that all women will be subject to male authority. Women, as the property of male individuals or of the State or of corporations, are subjected to all kinds of physical modifications and are used for various purposes, just like domestic animals. Women are henceforth treated as captive animals. As domestic animals, women have no power and must give everything they have to men. Their bodies and minds can be changed and reshaped by men at will. These female domestic animals will be kept in something like a dog cage and live like bitches. They will not be required to wear clothes because they will not be allowed to own any personal property.

Wakuri finally realized why she didn't take off the raincoat by herself. It was because the raincoat was like a bag that wrapped around her body, and there was no way to take it off by herself; even her hands and feet were tightly enclosed in it. Even her hands and feet were tightly enclosed in it, and the fit was extremely high, clinging to her skin and appearing very soft and smooth; the texture of the gel coat was very special, and when Ruorie's hands touched it, it was as if they were touching a layer of milk. The gel coat was tightened at the waist, making the waistline more supple but tight; more importantly, her arms were completely blocked by the waist-tightening gel coat, trapping her in the upper half of her body, unable to move. The hood on her head wrapped around the majority of her head, and there was a thin rubber mask of some sort covering the lower half of her face horizontally; leaving her face completely hidden behind her back, with only her two eyes on the outside

Upon closer inspection, the battery compartment of the electric water pump was still flashing a red indicator light. When the time was up, the power was turned on to activate the electric water pump mechanism, which then delivered the liquid from the bucket to my anal_door. First had to figure out how to get the plastic bucket down. Pulling hard on the rope that suspended my wrists, I braced my body and prepared to kick the plastic bucket over with my only unencumbered left foot. I raised my left foot with all the force of my arm. But without the support of my left foot, my body, hanging only by the rope, could not be stabilized. I flailed my left foot as hard as I could, but I couldn't reach the plastic bucket because my body was swaying from the reaction force. I kicked the ground, swinging my body like a pendulum. The tip of my foot finally grazed the plastic bucket. The liquid in the bucket was almost full. Because of its weight, I couldn't pour it even if my toes brushed against it.

"Because of the uniform, I know you're happy, but please cooperate." The rope was wrapped around the abdomen and back, making a diamond shape as it went down. "Ouch!" The rope suddenly ripped into the lower half of the body. "Miss, this is usual, please don't be so happy." The warm, slippery touch on my neck sent an unprecedented shock through my entire body. My knees went weak for a moment, and the rope around my crotch strangled tighter. "Miss tastes delicious." My cheeks heated as I realized I was being licked on the neck. It was too late to react before the ropes in my lower abdomen were strangled, three tumors in my crotch lodged in the vitals, and once again I crouched helplessly. I was stunned by the lack of reality as I watched the ropes that formed many diamond shapes cut tightly into my crotch and tighten throughout my body to fit the lines of my body. With a slight movement, the ropes all over my body