girl who changes a hundred times

The young man stepped through an unassuming outer door and a short, dim corridor, revealing a second, grander entrance. Brilliant, daylight-like illumination shone onto the path before him. Through the light, two hulking men in full suits and sunglasses stood on either side of the ornate gate. Looking up, one could see two blonde beauties suspended above the men, clad in full leather bondage gear. Though described as leather, the material was sparse, with more fabric only at the single gloves and the folded calves, and a cinched waist. Every other pleasing part was completely exposed, facing downwards. Both women possessed the typically strong, long legs of Westerners. Their knees were bound by ropes, pulled outwards, leaving their exquisite treasures fully exposed. Directly above their treasures, their nipples were each secured by a thin cord at the base. Flanking these nipples were two small devices that intermittently sparked, ensuring the nipples remained engorged. Looking further up, a pair of large, pale breasts were also bound at their roots by thin cords, making them stand exceptionally erect and appear almost ripe. On either side of the areolae, similar electrical devices pulsed. However, the two women, suspended by four horses, remained silent. Their mouths were filled with gags that perfectly filled their muzzles. The extreme distension of their faces indicated far more than just two gags. At this moment, the women's faces, from their necks upwards, were flushed crimson. Especially their blood-red faces, which seemed to glisten with tear tracks. Logically, under such severe restraint, an ordinary person would quickly lose consciousness. Yet, the expressions of the two women, while showing a trace of pain, conveyed more of a desperate craving and insatiable greed, filling the observer with arousal and impulse. This was the true power of this mysterious club. At this moment, Zhang Zihan's limbs were tightly folded and bound, much like yesterday. A large, perforated gag was in her mouth, and saliva continuously seeped through its gaps. Her eyes were covered by an eyepatch, and her ears were plugged with earplugs. Bai Wuji placed the dog cage down and clapped three times. Zhang Zihan then rose and, guided by instinct, slowly emerged from the cage. "Tsk tsk, such a figure, such skin, truly naturally beautiful. But why didn't you put her in a dog suit?" Zhao He remarked. "I am a rope master, and my dog slave is naturally a rope slave. How can a rope slave be without ropes? Right, dog slave," Bai Wuji said to Zhang Zihan after removing her earplugs, gag, and eyepatch. "Woof woof," Zhang Zihan barked obsequiously. "Haha, Brother Bai, impressive. After just a few days, you've trained your rope slave into an obedient dog slave," Wang Peng roared with laughter upon seeing Zhang Zihan's true face. After Bai Wuji gave Zhang Zihan some water, he reinserted the gag and attached a dog leash before turning to the two men. "My rope slave's principle is absolute obedience. Today, she is not a rope slave, but a dog slave, a beautiful canine belonging to me." "Mmmph," Zhang Zihan whimpered in agreement. With her vision restored, Zhang Zihan also saw the red beauty dog closest to her. She wore a red, hollowed-out eyepatch and also had a ball gag in her mouth. Her limbs were tightly folded and encased in leather restraints, with four dog-paw-like pads where they contacted the ground. She wore a cinched garment that extended from her lower abdomen to just below her breasts, firmly supporting her cleavage. A strap, resembling a chastity belt, tightened her lower body, and judging by its shape, her cunt was also plugged. Her large, rounded buttocks indicated she was a beautiful canine with powerful hind legs. Beside Wang Peng lay another beautiful canine, dressed in a black leather restraint suit that completely encased her hands and feet. Her anus was plugged with a dog tail, and her cunt was bulging, blocked by the leather. But what most captivated Zhang Zihan were the beautiful canine's nipples and clitoris, which were tightly connected by thin cords, ultimately tied to the dog leash. This way, any tug on the cords would stimulate all three points. As Zhang Zihan observed her surroundings, Bai Wuji used a rope to fashion a hollowed-out rope mask for her eyes on the spot. Zhang Zihan looked at Bai Wuji with gratitude. Fortunately, I had tied a slipknot. With a slight pull, the rope came undone by itself. "No, the neck is a vulnerable area. I was mainly trying to test the effects of restricted breathing on you. I heard it can enhance a woman's sensitivity." "Is that so? Indeed, my hands felt some pain when you pulled earlier, but it didn't translate into pleasure." "I'll try a different way of tying you." Soon, I switched to a different variation of the 'behind-the-back' tie and tightened it securely. Then, combining it with a Chinese-style 'five-flower' binding, I threaded the rope around her neck, wrapped it around her arms, and then around her wrists before continuing downwards to her waist, where I tied another knot. This time, the upper body's primary stress was on her arms, then secured at the waist, so there should be little pressure on her neck. "Ya Ya, try walking a few steps. How does it feel?" I asked. "Hmm, as long as I move, it constrains my upper body," Xiong Ya replied simply. "Anything else?" "No." "It's not what I imagined," I said, surprised. Then I tried 'behind-the-back, eyes closed, elbows touching.' Then folding her legs, the classic 'horse-riding' position, 'straight-arm horse-riding,' 'arched-back horse-riding,' 'bundle binding,' 'coil binding,' and 'sword-back binding.' The result was the same for all: apart from varying degrees of pain for Xiong Ya, it was simply a feeling of restraint. Although my heart was greatly satisfied by repeatedly binding her perfect body, if Xiong Ya couldn't feel pleasure, it wouldn't be a mutual experience. Seeing me still slightly out of breath from the stimulation of binding her beautiful body, Xiong Ya said with some reluctance, "Perhaps I don't understand the human body well enough yet, and certain neural responses haven't been successfully calibrated. How about we move directly to the step of Yin and Yang union?" "Do I need a condom?" As soon as I said it, I regretted it. My brain was fried... "No, I'm not fertile yet. Let's try to absorb your primal yang first," Xiong Ya said. I nodded, thinking, "This is much milder." "Are these two small ones also controlled by phone?" I asked. "Yes, not only these two vibrators, but this bondage suit, the anal plug, and the handcuffs are all phone-controlled. As long as they are bound in advance, they can be operated remotely." "By the way, do the things you mentioned earlier also have electricity?" I asked casually. "The clothes and shackles don't have electricity, but the anal plug I recommended has the function of controlling excretion. Without a phone or the configured remote, it cannot be opened by itself, and it can discharge electricity and extend fine spikes." Afterward, I selected ten low-temperature candles, a bottle of arousal oil, a thin whip, a composite whip, a genuine leather long whip, a ball gag, a ring gag, two internal massage wands, one external massage wand, a basic set of handcuffs, and a fixed support frame. However, I refused various piercing rings and any props that might draw blood. Then, with the assistance of the shop assistant, I bound the high-power vibrator called the 'electric egg' and briefly tested its response, saying, "If this electric egg is as powerful as you say, I'll buy all of this." Upon hearing this, the shop assistant excitedly patted her chest and guaranteed it was no problem. I turned to look at Ya Ya, who had been silent but looked extremely nervous, and shook the electric egg in my hand. Ya Ya instinctively took two steps back, "Are we really going to try it here? This thing sounds terrifying." "Don't worry, I'm just testing its regular functions, and I didn't buy any potions," I continued to smile and walked towards Ya Ya.