Freshman Goddess's Watch

The watch chimed again. [Please choose.] Several images appeared on the watch face. "What are all these?" Zixia looked at the pictures, utterly bewildered. [Twenty seconds remaining. If time runs out, all items will be used.] "This thing has a time limit? Whatever, I'll pick this one!" Zixia pointed at a small ball. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" [I'm doomed! My mouth is gagged! Am I going to die here?] The small ball was now in Zixia's mouth, with two straps meeting at the back of her head. Zixia reached up, trying to undo the straps and free her cherry lips, but it was just like the watch – the straps had no buckles and couldn't be undone. Zixia could only let the ball block her mouth. "Mmmph, mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph!" [This watch is going to be the death of me! I shouldn't have been so curious in the first place. Curiosity killed the cat!] All her words, blocked by the ball, turned into weak whimpers. The watch chimed again. [Please choose from the following bondage methods. You will have one minute to make your selection. Simply think of your chosen option to complete the selection.] With that, several blood-pumping images appeared before her eyes.

The sound of rushing water soon filled the bathroom, and Zi Xia and Wen Xin waited by the door. Zhi Meng finally managed to wash herself clean. After all, cooking always left her smelling of oil and smoke, and for a beauty like Zhi Meng, the scent was unbecoming of her aura. Zhi Meng usually sprayed perfume after her bath. When she finished drying her hair and pushed the door open, her vision instantly went black. Zhi Meng lost consciousness. After a period of unconsciousness, Zhi Meng woke up. She realized with a shock that her body no longer belonged to her, but was encased in a straitjacket. Her hands were bound tightly behind her back, and her vision was completely obscured. Zhi Meng tried to scream, but a gag was firmly in her mouth, preventing any sound. Her legs were also locked together by shackles. Not only that, but the lower part of the straitjacket was attached to a long, thin strap that tightly constricted Zhi Meng's [REDACTED]. Realizing this, she immediately knew it was Zi Xia and Wen Xin's doing. She struggled to let out muffled groans. With her mouth gagged and her hands bound behind her, she couldn't reach her watch. So, Zhi Meng lay on the ground obediently, awaiting further discipline from the two women. The surroundings were quiet, and the blindfold sharpened Zhi Meng's hearing. All she could hear was her own breathing. The gag deeply [REDACTED] Zhi Meng's throat. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but it was useless. The gag was made of silicone, so Zhi Meng gently bit it with her teeth, then licked it with her tongue. At this moment, she was also enjoying the sensation of her mouth being filled by the gag. Just then, the sound of high heels clicking grew louder in the distance, approaching steadily. Zhi Meng felt Zi Xia and Wen Xin arriving. Zhi Meng heard Zi Xia say, "Oh, who is this? Lying on the ground, unable to move, like a little puppy." Hearing this, shame washed over Zhi Meng. She had never been so humiliated. She struggled violently, and as she thrashed, the strap beneath the straitjacket tightened around Zhi Meng's [REDACTED], splitting it in two. Wen Xin said, "Oh, stop struggling. You won't get out. You always torment us so badly, tonight you get to try something new!" The thought of being disciplined by the two of them made Zhi Meng shake her head frantically, begging them to let her go. But the two women, fueled by revenge, were not so easily deterred. They were determined to teach Zhi Meng a lesson. Restrained tightly by the straitjacket, Zhi Meng lay on the ground, twisting her body slightly in hopes of loosening the strap constricting her [REDACTED]. However, with each movement, the strap only tightened further. Zi Xia removed Zhi Meng's blindfold, allowing her to see the two women before her. Zi Xia was wearing a tight leather outfit. The upper part of the suit hugged her body, accentuating her perfect bust with a built-in bra. Her arms were covered by tight leather gloves, and she wore a short leather skirt. Her legs were encased in ultra-thin black stockings, and her feet were adorned with black high heels, their straps locked. For the second time, Zi Xia exuded an aura of a queen. Wen Xin wore a leather qipao, the material perfectly highlighting her figure. She wore black stockings and iron high heels. Each of them held a whip. Zi Xia looked at Zhi Meng lying on the ground and fiercely whipped Zhi Meng's white-stockinged buttocks with her whip. Zhi Meng cried out in pain, shaking her head and whimpering, but the whip also provided her with immense stimulation. Zhi Meng deliberately writhed her body to gain pleasure, causing the strap to constrict her [REDACTED] even tighter. Zhi Meng experienced intense pleasure. The chains on her feet restricted the spread of her legs, and the tight restraint provided her with powerful stimulation. Wen Xin removed the gag from Zhi Meng's mouth, and saliva dripped onto the floor from the gag. Zhi Meng stuck out her tongue, panting heavily. She said to the two women, "You two don't want to live, let me go quickly." "How could we possibly let go of such a good opportunity?" Zi Xia ordered Zhi Meng to crawl over to her. Wen Xin removed her high heels, and Zi Xia unlocked hers. The two women then sat on the sofa, exposing their beautiful feet. They extended their feet and rubbed them against Zhi Meng's face, saying, "My good slave, come and lick them. Don't worry, we just showered, so we're very clean." Zhi Meng had no choice and was powerless to resist. She had no choice but to wriggle her way to the two women, inch by inch, like a maggot. The chains on her feet scraped against the floor with a clinking sound. Zhi Meng extended her tongue and began to lick Zi Xia and Wen Xin's stocking-clad feet. Zhi Meng found the smooth sensation in her mouth addictive. Soon, their beautiful stocking-clad feet were covered in Zhi Meng's saliva. Yet, Zhi Meng was becoming addicted. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed Zi Xia's foot. Zhi Meng used her mouth to envelop Zi Xia's foot. Zhi Meng used her tongue to lick Zi Xia's foot in her mouth, while Zi Xia used her big toe to stir inside Zhi Meng's mouth. After licking Zi Xia's foot, Zhi Meng turned to savor Wen Xin's toes. Using the same method, she held Wen Xin's foot in her mouth, kissing and tasting it. Zi Xia and Wen Xin watched Zhi Meng's aroused state, gently patting her face. "I never knew our Teacher Zhi Meng was such a slut. Turn your ass around and let me see!" Zhi Meng also very...

"How about I pick a better way to tie you up?" the man said to Zi Xia. "What do you mean?" Zi Xia asked. "The 'behind-the-back Guan Yin' should suit you well." The man brought Zi Xia's hands together behind her back and tightly wrapped a rope around them, forming the basic shape of the 'behind-the-back Guan Yin' restraint. Next came securing it. The man first bound Zi Xia's arms to restrict her movement, then connected a rope to her neck. With the rope from her back linked to her neck, Zi Xia felt an intense tightness around her throat. Any struggle would cause the rope to constrict her breathing, immediately flooding her brain with an indescribable sensation. Zi Xia was utterly captivated by this overwhelming feeling, reveling in the sensation of being bound. At that moment, all she desired was to be held tightly in this embrace. Wen Xin watched Zi Xia's entranced state and prepared to shout at her. But as soon as she opened her mouth, an iron bar tightened around it. Her cries instantly turned into muffled groans. Zhi Meng's mouth was also gagged with a horse bit. The straps on her head merged with the restraints on her body, transforming Zhi Meng into a breathtaking beauty tightly encased in ropes and bindings. However, just as the man was about to place a gag on Zi Xia, his watch spoke, "To allow for escape, only two mouths can be bound!" "That's fine too. Besides, this little one is enjoying herself," the man sneered. Shao Hui was starting to get genuinely anxious. He knew Zi Xia enjoyed bondage, but he hadn't anticipated this situation. He wondered if Zi Xia, the only one whose mouth was free, could help the other two. As Shao Hui pondered, the man swiftly bound Wen Xin and Zhi Meng in a 'four-horse' formation, while Zi Xia was slightly hoisted up. They writhed their exquisite bodies intensely, but the ropes showed no sign of loosening. "Mmmph," Wen Xin and Zhi Meng could only make sounds to warn Zi Xia not to get lost in her trance. But Zi Xia remained as enraptured as before. "Mmmph mmmph!!!" Wen Xin and Zhi Meng looked helplessly at Shao Hui. As they struggled, the ropes on their bodies tightened, and the rope around Wen Xin's crotch dug into her stockings, sending waves of stimulation through her. Zhi Meng was also in a sorry state, tormented by the restraints and the gag. They panted heavily through their gags, their struggles and muffled cries (mmmph) the only hope of reaching Zi Xia.

Wen Xin firmly bound her arms behind her back, forming a perfect straight line. The ropes across her chest held her arms tightly against her back, while the rope around her neck slightly lifted her arms, forcing her into a forward-leaning posture. This position ensured the *kote* binding on Zi Xia remained taut, constantly delivering an extraordinary sensation. Her legs were also shackled, allowing her to move only a small distance with each step. To avoid suspicion, Wen Xin made the shackles transparent, rendering them invisible to others. Zi Xia's body no longer felt like her own. Ropes caressed her skin, and countless small implements danced upon her body, ceaselessly delivering [unspeakable] sensations. The ropes across her chest also provided an intense feeling of [unspeakable] pressure, leaving her on the verge of collapsing. Wen Xin placed a collar around her neck, to which a chain was attached, and Wen Xin held the other end. "Oh, and her mouth too!" Wen Xin said, looking at Zi Xia's empty mouth. Wen Xin picked up the stocking that had been placed over Zi Xia's head earlier, balled it up, and stuffed it tightly into her mouth. She had been gagged with it all day in class, and now it was still there. Her mouth could only be used for eating; at all other times, it was filled with the stocking ball gag. Wen Xin then took a rope and tightly bound her mouth. The rope cinched her lips into a straight line, preventing the stocking from being expelled. Wen Xin then put a mask on Zi Xia, concealing any outward signs of what was happening. This idea had come to her during a previous simulation with Zhi Meng, so she decided to try it on Zi Xia now. It was late, and there weren't many people on the street, making it relatively safe. Finally, Wen Xin draped a large coat over Zi Xia, tucking her arms into the pockets. From the outside, the only thing noticeable was a slight bulge on Zi Xia's back, with no other strange features visible.