bind a rope to a long life

"Come, strip him. Change him into this," Wang Ma said, handing the straitjacket and gag, along with a blue gauze skirt and stockings, to two women. The two young women, understanding the gravity of the situation and the danger to their own lives and the dozens of people under their care, dared not delay. They removed An Xueqing's white robe and boots, replacing them with the gauze skirt that their sisters usually wore to entertain important guests. They carefully and meticulously put the white stockings onto An Xueqing's slender legs, smoothing out any wrinkles afterward. Dressed in this attire, An Xueqing had lost all her previous ethereal grace. Anyone who saw her would instinctively assume she was a male slave trained by a wealthy family. The gauze dress offered little concealment, serving more to provoke the lust of those present. The skin beneath the skirt was tantalizingly visible, and the two prominent, rosy buds on her chest invited endless fantasies. The skirt barely reached her buttocks, failing to cover even a man's erection. "Wang Ma, how does this go on?" asked one of the girls, named Xiao Qu, pointing to the leather straitjacket. "You two go on, I'll handle the rest," Wang Ma replied, taking the straitjacket. "Yes." The three women departed, not forgetting to close the door behind them. Only two people remained in the room. Wang Ma opened the straitjacket, adjusted it, and began to put it on An Xueqing piece by piece. First, her arms. A brown glove-like piece secured An Xueqing's arms together. Wang Ma then pulled the thin ropes extending from the single glove taut and tied them. As she worked, she spoke, "No matter which noble family you belong to, your arrival at our Xichun Pavilion means we are fated to meet. I truly apologize. Our lives, dozens of us, depend on keeping you hidden. If you were exposed, this small establishment couldn't withstand the authorities' crackdown. We can only trouble you. Xichun Pavilion will never forget your great kindness." She then put on a vest-like piece for An Xueqing. Leather straps extending from the sides wrapped around to the back and connected to the single glove, binding her arms to her body. A long strip of leather was attached to the end, with a wooden phallus glued to it. Wang Ma positioned it against the youth's an*s and forcefully pushed it in. She then pulled the leather strip from between his legs to the front, connecting it to the straitjacket on his upper body. She tightened the ropes and tied them. "This is to prepare your rear for guests," she muttered. An Xueqing's cultivation had been severely depleted. Even this level of stimulation did not wake her, only eliciting a soft groan. The large red gag in her mouth muffled any sound, making it barely audible. Wang Ma, diligently dressing An Xueqing, did not notice. Leather cuffs were placed on her thighs, the ropes tightened and tied. The same was done for her knees and ankles. Notably, to make this "merchandise" more appealing for sale, Wang Ma called for rouge, powder, and jewelry, meticulously adorning An Xueqing's face. Bright red lips, a faintly rosy complexion. Gold earrings, her white hair neatly arranged and placed on her chest. A large red peony was pinned to one side of her head. Rong'er slapped her forehead. "How could I forget this!" she exclaimed. She then took out a handkerchief, stuffed it into Young Master Zheng's lightly rouged mouth, and produced a large red gag, stuffing it into his mouth. "This is one he's used before! And this dress you're wearing, he wore it too. Consider yourself lucky, you son of a bitch!" Rong'er muttered to herself, as if talking to herself, while Young Master Zheng was still unconscious. She then continued with the binding. Next were Young Master Zheng's long legs, now clad in white stockings. Starting from the bottom of the boots, three ropes at a time were used to tightly bind them together, cinching them in the middle. The ankles, calves, and both above and below the knees were bound, pressing Young Master Zheng's legs together. Several extra ropes were used at the crotch to secure them firmly, leaving no room for movement. The intention was for him to experience the sensation of being restrained and bound. By the time everything was properly secured, nearly an hour had passed. If not for Young Master Zheng's frail body, the force of a normal person's palm strike combined with Rong'er's ruthless handling would have woken him long ago. After binding Young Master Zheng, Rong'er used her fingers to check the ropes, ensuring none were missed, especially the hoop around his crotch. She pulled hard on the rope there, and the hoop dug in. As the hour was about to end, Young Master Zheng finally, groggily from the stimulation at his crotch, opened his captivating peach blossom eyes. He had not yet realized that he had been transformed into a beautiful young woman, his slender body bound like a meat dumpling. "Mmmph... mmmph mmmph?" As soon as Young Master Zheng woke up, he found he couldn't speak. It felt like his mouth was stuffed with soft silk, and a round ball was clamped between his teeth, allowing only muffled groans to escape. Seeing Rong'er standing not far away, Young Master Zheng fully regained consciousness. He discovered his hands and feet were bound by ropes, and his entire body was entangled. The very thing that had woken him was his own rigidly bound erection. He thrashed wildly, desperately seeking any chance of escape. His hands were tied behind his back, flailing and grasping at nothing. Because the ropes were so tight, Young Master Zheng's legs could only be slightly bent. Even so, he continuously bent and straightened his legs, the stockings rustling between them with a "shh shh" sound. The heels of his white boots tapped the floor with a "dong dong dong" rhythm. However, Rong'er had bound him tightly, making even slight movements difficult. After a while, with the gag in his mouth, Young Master Zheng nearly suffocated. He didn't realize that his violent struggles had tugged at the ropes around his crotch. Being a man of lust, the hoop around his erection and the tightly wrapped stockings had rubbed against his member, causing him to become erect in this short time. However, due to the severe lack of oxygen to his brain, Young Master Zheng didn't notice. Rong'er watched from the side, saying nothing, simply observing Young Master Zheng's helpless writhing until he finally gave up and stopped struggling. Rong'er brought a bronze mirror and placed it directly in front of Young Master Zheng. As he was helped by Rong'er to sit up and lean against the bed, he finally saw his "true face." "Mmmph!" The light filtering through the window shone on the golden silk dress embroidered with a hundred butterflies, reflecting shimmering glints. His long legs were clad in white cloud-patterned stockings and white knee-high square-toed sheepskin boots. His fair face was painted with vibrant rouge, his lips, rouged, biting down on a large red gag. As Young Master Zheng had just struggled and was still catching his breath, coupled with a sickly pallor, his devastatingly beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered with a melancholic hue, making him appear pitiable and moving. Yet, within his brows and eyes, a trace of unyielding spirit remained. These two qualities coexisted harmoniously on Young Master Zheng, a perfect embodiment of androgynous beauty.

"You damn dog, are you going to talk or not? Where did the person go?" Granny Wang's face was flushed red, her eyes bulging as if they would pop out of their sockets. It was clear Granny Wang was furious as she questioned Xiao He, who was hanging from the ceiling. "I don't know," Xiao He replied flatly. Even though her upper body was tightly bound, her vibrant dress creased in many places, and a rope led from her bound hands, suspending her from the ceiling beam. Her slender, black-stockinged legs were wrapped four or five times with rope, and another rope secured her ankles to the beam. "Xiao He, I haven't treated you badly all these years, have I? You're my top girl, and I've put in a lot of effort to promote you. Didn't you enjoy the fine clothes and food all these years because I helped you? Now, tell me, where is the person, and I promise to let bygones be bygones. You'll still be my top girl. How about that?" Granny Wang's tone shifted, becoming gentle. "I don't know." "You really have a strong will, don't you? Unmoved by kindness or harshness. Fine, fine, fine." Granny Wang said "fine" three times, then casually grabbed a pair of her used stockings and stuffed them into Xiao He's mouth, tightening the rope around her head. "I'm afraid you'll scream too loudly later and disturb the children's rest," Granny Wang said through gritted teeth to Xiao He. Seeing Xiao He still unresponsive, Granny Wang grew even angrier. She picked up a whip from the side and lashed it down hard. "Heh, I started working when I was twelve. I know exactly how to deal with men. This is just physical pain for now. If you want to talk, just shake your head." Granny Wang continued to whip Xiao He, all the while trying to persuade her. "Mmmph," "Mmmph," "Mmmph." Unfortunately, Xiao He only managed muffled groans, showing no other reaction. However, it was evident that Xiao He was biting down hard on the soft stockings in her mouth, enduring the unpleasant taste. She was resisting the pain, refusing to speak. Chapter 25 "Why are you enduring this physical pain for that person? Just tell me quickly, and we can start anew tomorrow." Granny Wang spoke earnestly. After whipping for a while, Granny Wang didn't dare to use too much force. After all, Xiao He was her top earner, and she would need her to make money after this matter was resolved. Hearing these words, Xiao He finally showed some reaction. She lifted her head, looking at Granny Wang, as if she had something to say. "Oh, my heavens, you've finally decided to talk, haven't you? I'll take it out for you right now." Granny Wang said, then untied the rope around Xiao He's mouth and pulled out the wad of saliva-soaked stockings.