rope slave

"Tie me up again!" Kong Mengru murmured. But she still obediently walked naked in front of Zhao Ziyan. She turned her back to her, knelt down, lowered her head and hands, adopting a posture of surrender. Zhao Ziyan placed the middle of the hemp rope around the back of her neck and began to wrap the rope around her arms. Kong Mengru did not struggle or resist, allowing Zhao Ziyan to bind her tightly. Zhao Ziyan hoisted her hands high behind her neck in a "back-facing Guanyin" position. The two [X_X] were tied in a figure-eight. Zhao Ziyan took another hemp rope, circled Kong Mengru's waist twice, tied a knot at her navel, then passed the rope under Kong Mengru's crotch, separating her buttocks and labia. She pulled the rope to her buttocks, wrapped it around the waist rope, tightened it, and then tied a knot. "All done," Zhao Ziyan clapped her hands, walked to the front, revealing a beautiful smile with dimples. "You can begin your path of shame." (Obviously, the path from Zhao Ziyan's cabin to the main villa was defined as a path of shame by her, as long as you walked it naked and bound.) Kong Mengru watched as Zhao Ziyan picked up a red gag ball from the side. She sighed again, opened her mouth, and let Zhao Ziyan stuff the gag ball in. The straps were tied tightly behind her head. Kong Mengru, biting on the gag ball, followed Zhao Ziyan to the door. Zhao Ziyan opened the door: "Alright, go back to your sister. From now on, report to me here at 6:30 AM sharp every morning, and sleep here at night. Do you hear me?" Kong Mengru cast a resentful glance at her and walked out. The door closed behind her. Kong Mengru, barefoot and completely naked, began to walk home. It was a clear summer morning. Clouds drifted across the azure sky, birds were singing, and Kong Mengru even spotted a little rabbit on the way, trying its best to nibble on the grass. It was incredibly cute. Upon arriving at the villa, Kong Mengru found the main door locked. Clearly, her sister was still at Lin Yuanyuan's house, likely enjoying a gourmet breakfast. Kong Mengru knew where the spare key was hidden, but with her hands bound tightly behind her back in the "back-facing Guanyin" position, she couldn't reach it. Kong Mengru had no choice but to stand at the door like a guardian spirit, barefoot, and wait. At least an hour later, Xiao Yuting finally arrived, fashionably late. Seeing her sister's disheveled state, naked and bound, she feigned surprise. But she couldn't suppress her giggles. She brought Kong Mengru inside and untied her. Seeing her sister's gloating expression, Kong Mengru rubbed her arms and secretly resolved to help Zhao Ziyan persuade Xiao Yuting and Lin Yuanyuan to paint a group picture. She wanted Xiao Yuting to experience Zhao Ziyan's rope artistry more.

"Being tied up isn't so bad, actually," Kong Mengru said. "Of course, it depends on the circumstances." "How would you know?" Lin Yuanyuan asked. Kong Mengru chuckled. "I've been tied up more times than I can count. What kind of bondage positions haven't I tried? And I'm still perfectly fine." She deliberately flashed a wicked smile. "Your problem is you lack practical experience. You always imagine the worst, but I can help you with that." "Help me with what?" Lin Yuanyuan asked. "How?" Kong Mengru smiled. "Wait here." She then dashed out of the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with a large duffel bag. Setting the bag on the floor, Kong Mengru patted her chest. "Good thing I kept this. Otherwise, finding suitable ropes would be a hassle." She opened the bag in front of Lin Yuanyuan. Curious, Lin Yuanyuan peeked inside and saw neatly rolled bundles of hemp rope, slightly thicker than chopsticks, in both gray and white. Beside them lay several gags, all in vibrant red. Most were ball gags, but there were also two horse-bit style gags. Lin Yuanyuan exclaimed, "Where did you get so many ropes, and those balls that look like they're for stuffing in someone's mouth?" Kong Mengru pulled out a hemp rope, unfurling it as she spoke. "Didn't I tell you? I was part of a bondage sisterhood in college. Zhao Ziyan was too. These ropes are special Japanese hemp we bought. Professional ropes like these are boiled, de-haired, and oiled. They're strong and durable, and comfortable against the skin. And here's a tip, those are called gags. I accumulated these ropes and gags over my four years of college. I've tied myself up and tied others. I couldn't bear to throw them away or give them away when I graduated, so I brought them with me." "Alright," Kong Mengru said, straightening the rope in her hands. "Stand with your back to me, hands hanging naturally." Lin Yuanyuan's eyes widened. "Huh? What are you going to do?" Seeing her adorable expression, Kong Mengru patiently reiterated, "Stand with your back to me, hands hanging naturally. I'm going to tie you up." Lin Yuanyuan visibly panicked. "No, don't." Kong Mengru chuckled, grabbed Lin Yuanyuan's right hand, and twisted sharply. Lin Yuanyuan involuntarily turned to face away from Kong Mengru. Kong Mengru lifted her twisted arm upwards behind Lin Yuanyuan's back. "Ouch!" Lin Yuanyuan cried out, forced to bend over. She couldn't help but complain, "Mengru, you're hurting me! Let go!" Kong Mengru remained unmoved. "Then will you be good and let me tie your hands? If you don't cooperate, it's no use. We both learned self-defense. I can still pin you to the ground and tie you up." Lin Yuanyuan hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip, her voice tinged with grievance. "Fine, I'll let you tie me. But please be gentle." An also discovered a pair of high heels under the cabinet. They were stilettos with a 15cm heel, an experience she had never tried before and wondered what it would be like. Since she was leaving anyway, she might as well try them. It would make her look better even in death... An slipped on the heels, which looked like instruments of torture yet were incredibly stunning. She couldn't recall whether it was her or Tao who had suggested buying them. However, since An and Tao wore the same shoe size, they fit perfectly no matter who wore them. To prevent the heels from slipping off due to looseness, these heels were half a size smaller than her usual size, making them a bit snug. But the stockings on An's delicate feet were acting as an ill-timed lubricant, preventing An from securing her feet. Therefore, after putting on the heels, An used two additional transparent straps to secure her insteps to the heels. This way, no matter how much she struggled, the heels wouldn't come off her feet. An, holding handcuffs and shackles, carefully stepped in the heels. Whether it was nervousness about death, the excitement from the aphrodisiac slowly taking effect, or her unfamiliarity with the heels, An found her body trembling slightly. An felt as though the staircase was incredibly long. As she ascended, she recalled every moment she had shared with Tao, from the warm scenes of their daily lives to the carnal pleasures they had experienced. Each memory felt vivid, yet impossibly distant... As An reached the platform of the gallows, these fleeting visions shattered. All that remained before her eyes was the merciless rope of the gallows. An hesitated no longer. She slowly walked towards the rope, listening to the sound of her heels clicking on the wooden planks, like a requiem for her. Reaching the spot beneath the rope, An gently crouched down and shackled her high-heeled feet with the short-chained shackles. The moment the shackles closed, her feet were restricted by a mere 10cm iron chain, severely limiting the forward and backward movement of her legs. Then, An slowly stood up. She first cuffed one end of the handcuffs to her right wrist, and then extended her small head into the noose of the rope, tightening the loop to the size of her delicate neck. An felt a slight throbbing sensation. She could feel the aphrodisiac slowly taking effect, her body's craving for pleasure threatening to overwhelm her consciousness. No... just one last step... An controlled the dwindling remnants of her sanity, brought her hands behind her back, and let the other cuff of the handcuffs tightly encircle her left hand. An slowly manipulated the lock of the handcuffs, fumbling for the clasp. With a gentle push, she could lock her hands behind her. An took a deep breath. At this moment, she felt a flicker of hesitation. She knew that once she fastened the cuff, her last shred of freedom would be stripped away. Her fate would no longer be in her own hands, and she would only face death amidst the throes of lust and ecstasy. Tao... goodbye forever... An fiercely snapped the cuff onto her left hand. She had personally placed herself on the gallows and personally stripped herself of her final freedom. The metallic clang of the handcuffs was faint, but it struck a deep chord in An's heart – it was the final, resonant note of her life.