The Urban Conditioning Handbook

"This is, this is... a ball gag." "Fresh new toy, what's it for?" "To shut her up." "Why would you want to shut your mouth?" "We're playing a game." "Chaining someone up like livestock, and you call that a game? That's perverse. I suspect you have accomplices nearby. Gagging her just now was to prevent her from calling for help," the authoritative female voice analyzed. "Little sister, you've earned a reward today. Use the gag to silence her and stop her from signaling." "Understood. Mission will be completed." It was still early, and the restaurant wasn't crowded. Yang Shanshan led the two upstairs. As soon as they stepped onto the stairs, Yang Shanshan reached out and snatched the garment off Yingying's shoulders, revealing the handcuffs binding Yingying's arms behind her back. The gleaming metal of the handcuffs was a stark contrast against Yingying's fair skin. Yang Shanshan gripped Yingying's arm from behind and, like a police officer escorting a prisoner, led her up the stairs. Wang Lei was stunned by Yang Shanshan's unexpected move, especially in such a public place. But Yingying seemed accustomed to it, calmly allowing herself to be led upstairs by Yang Shanshan to a reserved table in a corner. Yang Shanshan helped Yingying sit down and then sat beside her, her fair hand examining the metal contraption on Yingying's wrists. "Yingying, these handcuffs are quite tight." "Yes, Sister Yang." "I really want to try them too. I've never worn this kind of plate cuff." "These are real police issue. They hurt a bit when you put them on." "Does the pain make it more exciting? You still like metal this much?" "Handcuffs are more convenient. Restraints are troublesome." "And the remote?" "In the left pocket of my skirt." Yang Shanshan reached into Yingying's skirt pocket and retrieved a black remote control with four buttons of varying sizes. She studied it carefully before pressing the largest button. A jolt of electric numbness immediately made Yingying moan. She writhed her waist to alleviate the internal stimulation, a flush of crimson rising to her face. The blue veins on her fair neck became faintly visible, her breathing growing increasingly rapid. Watching Yingying's distress, Yang Shanshan confirmed the power of the "jumper" and pressed the power button again, ceasing the agonizing vibrations.

The wet gag was shoved towards Fangfei's mouth again. She pressed her lips together, refusing it, but what could a girl hogtied and bound be expected to do in terms of substantial resistance? The girl pinched Fangfei's nose. After a few dozen seconds of struggling, Fangfei, dizzy from lack of oxygen, opened her mouth to breathe. The instant she did, the gag was thrust into her mouth, and the straps were tied tightly behind her head. Abandoned by the hogtie, wrongly accused by the police, teased and gagged by a little girl, and about to be taken away for interrogation, Fangfei couldn't accept the drastic turn of fate. She struggled desperately, her helplessness a stark contrast to the restraints on her wrists and ankles, like a beast facing the butcher's knife, emitting heart-wrenching cries. "Alright, alright, we've had enough fun. Let her go," a familiar voice said. It was Robin. Then came the gasping laughter of two girls. So familiar. Fangfei perked up her ears, listening intently. It was Kiki and Zhenzhen. The blindfold and gag were removed, and the ankle restraints were unlocked. Fangfei was helped to sit up. She looked at the three people laughing uncontrollably, feeling both ashamed and annoyed. Fortunately, Robin knew Fangfei's temper and hadn't unlocked her handcuffs. Otherwise, Fangfei would have surely lunged at them for a furious confrontation. Fangfei was mortified. How could she not have recognized the voice? Even if they could alter their accents, it was still easy to tell. Alas, she had been too terrified, her mind a complete blank. * * * "I've met a master at picking up girls today," Linlin thought. "I've taken a huge loss, but it's more interesting to spar with a master." Mr. Guan pushed several tables together. "Get on top," Mr. Guan's voice, which had suddenly turned stern, startled Linlin. But she quickly adapted. This was how a dominant partner should be. Linlin obediently lay down on the table. She assumed she was about to be hogtied, so she curled up her legs. Mr. Guan picked up a rope from the floor and lightly whipped Linlin's buttocks. Caught off guard, Linlin cried out in pain. "Who told you to move?" his voice was even more severe. Linlin felt a little wronged, a little like crying, and a little excited. So this was how the real game was played. She put her legs back down and lay there motionlessly, awaiting Mr. Guan's command. Mr. Guan walked over to Linlin, roughly pulling the chain on her ankle restraints, causing her legs to lift high. He then threaded the chain of her handcuffs through the chain of the ankle restraints, grabbed Linlin's left wrist, and fastened the cuff. With the crisp sound of the ratchet, her freedom was taken, locking her into a strict hogtie. Linlin tried to stretch her limbs. Seeing that Mr. Guan said nothing, she froze, not daring to make any further moves. "Move your feet. I want to hear the sound of the ankle chains." Linlin crossed and swung her feet, the sound of the chains rubbing together like heavenly music. "Louder." "Yes," Linlin replied respectfully, swinging her feet vigorously, creating a clattering sound. Mr. Guan murmured, "Such a beautiful sound. Every inch, every step, every chain, every scent. This woman is perfect." With that, his fingers caressed Linlin's already burning earlobes, his fingertips gently tracing her tender, supple skin. Like a breeze, they swept past her ear, down her neck, over her shoulders, down her firm upper arms, along her slender forearms, finally stopping at her soft wrists. With a few clicks, he tightened the cuff, the teeth digging into her fair skin. Linlin instinctively cried out in pain, wriggling her wrist. *Mistake!* Linlin realized her error. In her current role, she should have resolutely obeyed her master's arrangements. Mr. Guan didn't mind Linlin's resistance. "I like it tighter." "Master, may I speak?" "You may." "Take off my shoes." "Are you ordering me?" "I am requesting you."