Rope Love

The two straps by her mouth and the one on top of her head converged, forming a secure triangular structure, with the center of the triangle positioned right on her nose. This seemed very similar to the "harness-style gag" Wei Yu had seen online before, where straps firmly secured the gag in the girl's mouth, making it impossible to escape no matter how much she struggled—yet, this kind of tight restraint equipment was currently being worn by her own volition. Thinking of this, an increasingly feverish pulsation rose within Wei Yu. After "dealing with" Wei Yu, Maya began to bind her own body. She found a not-too-long red hemp rope and skillfully used the Kinbaku tying method to adorn her body. This time, she intended to use her newly purchased leather gear. The first items she took out were a pair of red thigh rings, connected by a stiff metal rod. Maya knelt on the ground, crossing her thighs and calves, and secured them within the thigh rings. This way, she couldn't spread her black-stockinged legs. Furthermore, the metal rod lay across her thighs, forcefully positioning her in a shameful posture with her legs fixed. Now, Maya was not only forced to kneel on the ground but also unable to close her legs, being compelled to spread them apart, perfectly exposing the fair skin above her over-the-knee socks to Wei Yu's eyes. It was also a harness-style gag, which she fitted onto her own head. However, this one lacked the rectangular leather mask, so the black ball was shoved bare into Maya's mouth. She fastened the straps behind her head, finally taking out the last restraint item: It was a red single-arm glove, with several tightening straps at the wrist and elbow. Two shoulder straps connected to the opening of the single-arm glove via metal rings, and below that, a sealed leather pouch confined her hands within a narrow, enclosed space. However, Maya alone was destined to be unable to secure herself firmly. Maya seemed to understand this, as she pre-tightened the straps and then, by manipulating the shoulder straps, managed to put on the single-arm glove from behind. The black silk long gloves greatly reduced friction, allowing the single-arm glove to slide smoothly past her elbow. Next, Maya struggled to twist left and right, allowing the single-arm glove to climb upwards under the pull of the shoulder straps, gradually covering more and more of her girlish skin. All of this was witnessed by Wei Yu, who was beside her. Considering that she herself had been thoroughly restrained with Maya's help, Wei Yu couldn't help but want to assist Maya. She turned around with difficulty, her fingers, fixed behind her back, fumbling with the tightening straps of Maya's single-arm glove, trying to make the restraint on Maya's elbow a little tighter. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph..." Both girls were unable to speak, leaning back-to-back, only able to communicate through body movements. Soon, more saliva secreted from their gagged mouths, inevitably overflowing the corners of their lips and flowing down their skin, finally watching as clear bodily fluids dripped onto the wooden floor. Mr. Yang? Could he be referring to that sleazy guy? Although I didn't know what his game was, since he's here, I'll just have to play it by ear. The two beautiful women in my car saw the classical beauty and ran up to her with joy, then their knees buckled, and they knelt before her. The classical beauty first untied the ropes, then took out a pair of black and white spotted bitch paw-shaped gloves from her bag, and then folded one of the women's arms and bound it together, before putting it into the glove and tightening it. The elbow was shaped like a dog's paw. Then she repeated the process, folding her legs and putting them into the bitch paw mitts. As a result, she could only walk on her elbows and knees. I saw that she didn't seem uncomfortable, perhaps she was used to it! I just didn't know what it would feel like to walk like that. Then she took out a dog-skin bodysuit, also in black and white spotted patterns, which fit her perfectly as if custom-made, except that her breasts, buttocks, and even her yoni and beautiful pussy were all exposed, making her look particularly shameful, even more unsightly than being naked. Next, a pink leather collar symbolizing servitude was placed around her neck and locked. A dog leash was clipped to the collar. Then, she took out a mask resembling a Pomeranian, with a soft rod built inside that fit perfectly between her teeth. After putting it on, the rod pressed against the woman's mouth, and all the buckles on the mask were locked tight, making it impossible to remove. Moreover, after her mouth was constricted, the woman couldn't even scream. This torture device was truly ingenious! Finally, their gags were removed. However, their mouths were still slightly ajar, but I quickly understood that they, like me, still had a pair of underwear stuffed in their mouths. I assumed it was their own personal underwear. After they were removed, the two beauties respectfully said: "Bitch, Tong Tianjing." "Bitch, Tong Tianmei." "Greetings to the Teacher!" Ignoring my emotions, she dragged me to the side of the cage and pulled me up, gesturing for me to enter. But my shackles were too short, and I couldn't step in. Only then did I observe that the cage was made of steel, with a thick, integrated steel plate at the bottom. The steel plate at the top consisted of two thick covers that could be closed together, with a hole of unknown size left in the rear-middle. Four thick chains were attached to the four corners of the top, leading to an unknown destination. The sides of the cage were made of sturdy steel bars, spaced not far apart. She scooped me up and placed me inside, making me sit with my back against one side of the steel cage; she secured the small ring on the back of the iron waistband to the steel bar. Then she made me extend my bound hands from behind the cage through the sides of the steel bars. She then fiddled with my fingers outside the cage, and I wondered what she was doing. Did she like my fingers? My fingers were always neat, and I had just gotten a manicure before coming here. She pulled up both of my thumbs, and suddenly I felt a chill on my thumbs, followed by a click. Thumbcuffs? I couldn't retract my hands, which were outside the cage. She actually said: "Your wrists sticking out of the cage are too short, so even if I wanted to put another pair of handcuffs on them outside the cage, they wouldn't fit. I can only use thumbcuffs as a substitute." Who the hell wants another pair of handcuffs? Is the female demon afraid I'll masturbate again, so she needs to restrain me strictly? She then went to the cabinet and took out three iron chains and several locks. She used the chains to tightly bind my thighs, knees, and calves, all secured with locks. The female demon actually said again: "You have too many tight ropes on you. Adding more ropes would further impede blood circulation. Binding your legs with chains has less impact on blood circulation." To hell with less impact on blood circulation! If the ropes were affecting your blood circulation, why didn't you loosen them! I was so angry that I forgot the female demon couldn't loosen the ropes without tools, and she was reluctant to loosen the restraints on me, this tightly bound porcelain prisoner, preferring me to be bound to death? If she won't loosen them, then so be it. It's not bad to be tightly bound by this beautiful woman like this. Of course, it would be even better if a handsome guy bound me. As long as they loosen the restraints, I'll still be a tough woman, no, a tough broad. What if they never loosen the restraints? Will I still be bound when I'm an old lady? Bound into a coffin and cremated? Then I'll be a tough broad again eighteen years after death! What about the next life? Will I still want to be bound? Let's think about this life first. Now, only my feet can move. I extended my feet out of the cage. The gap between the steel bars was too small, so my feet could only extend from the sides of the bars. Disregarding my status as a female prisoner and my tragic physical condition, I provocatively wiggled my dirty feet at the guard. (I had been barefoot since my arrest.) The guard grabbed my feet, looked at them, and said: "Although the feet of a special-class female prisoner are dirty, their shape and toes are nice. It would be a shame not to shackle them." Shackle them again? Aren't they already shackled? She pushed my original shackles inside the cage upwards and then pulled my feet outwards. Seeing that my ankles were exposed enough outside the cage, she put another pair of shackles (actually handcuffs) on my ankles. With the steel bars blocking me, I couldn't retract my feet. The female demon then added toe shackles between my big toes, rendering my big toes immobile. What a shame for my nail polish! Finally, she dealt with my head and neck, which were still temporarily free. She pulled my hair, supported my neck, and closed the top cover of the steel cage from both sides, fitting perfectly. It was also locked with a click! The round hole in the cover perfectly secured my neck below the collar, making it impossible to move even slightly. Well, it became an iron cangue. She let go of my hair, letting it fall in an arc onto the cangue. The only silver lining was that the entire collar and chain rested on the cangue, so my shoulders under my neck no longer bore the weight of the collar, making it much more comfortable. Fortunately, my neck was long enough, otherwise, this convenience wouldn't have been possible. The female demon looked at the large loop of the collar and chain coiled on the cangue and shook her head in dissatisfaction. Did she have another bad idea? She pulled the collar and chain from the front of me to the back of my head, then into the cage, and connected them to the handcuffs from behind, locking them in place. Then she ran the remaining chain inside the cage from my side to my shackles and foot restraints, also locking them. A small section of chain was left hanging outside the cage from my foot restraints, swaying gently. After finishing, she began to inspect carefully; she checked all the iron cages, chains, and locks that bound me. She seemed to have forgotten that I was wearing a gag and couldn't speak. As she inspected, she said to me: "Miss special-class female prisoner, feel if anything is loose. If there are any loose or not-tight enough chains or locks, I'll reinforce them for you." Who the hell wants reinforced chains and locks? I remained motionless, not wanting to deal with her. Finally, the female demon looked at the special-class female prisoner, who was tightly secured in the cage, and smiled at me with satisfaction. I could only offer her a wry smile. She then picked up a black hood, intending to put it on me, but then gave up. She patted my pained and contorted face and said: "Miss special-class female prisoner, someone as beautiful as you, with such a delicate and pitiable face, wouldn't it be a shame if she couldn't see?" My hair was disheveled, I had a nose hook and a gag on my face, my snot and tears from earlier hadn't been wiped away, and I was currently frowning, enduring the pain all over my body. How was I beautiful? Pitiable, perhaps. But how could I show myself to anyone like this? When I washed up and went to bed, several of the clothespins on my lower body fell off due to muscle movement. But I was wearing the cangue, and my hands were locked to it, so I couldn't remove the clothespins and had to give up. However, the remaining clips on my lower body still kept me from sleeping. Finally, morning came, and I got up to wash up, and a few more clothespins fell off. I went downstairs to the cafeteria for breakfast, and the female inmates all stared at the clothespins outside my [redacted] bandages. Let them stare, I wouldn't lose a piece of flesh. After breakfast, I intended to return to my cell to rest and recover. Suddenly, I remembered that it had been three days, seventy-two hours, since I had been wearing the cangue, and I should go to Salas to have it removed. I walked to Salas's office, and she was indeed inside. Salas saw the clothespins on me and couldn't help but laugh heartily, saying: "It must have been Catherine again, right? These wooden clothespins are too childish for you, a top masochist. They haven't even pinched your flesh!" With a wave of her hand, she knocked the clothespins outside my [redacted] bandages to the ground. I said softly: "Sister Salas, I still have clothespins on my lower body..." Salas lifted my short skirt and looked in surprise at the chain underwear and clothespins on my lower body. She said: "Catherine gave me a few small keys yesterday, saying they were for the locks on you. I was wondering where the locks were, but it turns out they were for your chain underwear!" She used the keys to unlock and remove the chain underwear, and also removed the clothespins on my labia minora. With the restraint on my lower body gone, I felt much more relaxed. However, the blood flowing again caused a tingling sensation, and I instinctively reached out to scratch, only to realize my hands were still locked to the cangue! I could only beg again: "Sister Salas, the neck and hand cangue I'm wearing?" Salas couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly: "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. This enormous neck and hand cangue is right in front of you... Now that seventy-two hours have passed, the cangue can be removed." She took out the key and unlocked the neck and hand cangue I had been wearing for three full days, and then unlocked the handcuffs connected to my [redacted]. My hands had limited freedom again. Although I was still wearing hand restraints, at least I could move my arms. It's just that the [redacted] handcuffs dragged on the ground, which was very unsightly. Salas asked: "Miss special-class female prisoner, you've been wearing the [redacted] for three days, aren't you uncomfortable from holding your bowel movements?" I replied: "It's fine. I've been wearing the cangue and shackles for these three days, so I haven't eaten much."