sweet smell of orchids

"Heh, so eager, already got your eyes on me?" Just then, the teacher walked in and started the class. Xiaolan thought to herself, "Hmph, just you wait, I'll have my fun with you later." After class, Xiaolan had dinner with Axiang. Axiang then declined Xiaolan's invitation, citing "other commitments." Watching Axiang's graceful departure, Xiaolan's heart ached with longing. "Forget it, you can't escape anyway. What's a day's wait? I'll show you tomorrow." With that thought, Xiaolan returned to her dorm, packed some things, and left school for her villa. She needed to prepare for tomorrow. Xiaolan rummaged through her belongings, pulling out a large bundle of ropes, stockings, and other little toys like blindfolds, gags, and ankle cuffs. The thought of Axiang wriggling and struggling in her arms, utterly powerless, as she pleasured her, sent a thrill through Xiaolan. Just then, the doorbell rang, pulling Xiaolan back to reality. "Seriously, who would come at a time like this?" Xiaolan wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and hurried to the door. "Who is it?" "SF Express," a few people in uniform stood at the door, with several large boxes behind them. "Are you Ms. Xiaolan? Your delivery has arrived, please sign for it." "Oh?! It arrived so quickly?" A smile spread across Xiaolan's lips. The next afternoon, Xiaolan sat on the living room sofa, anxiously watching the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes. Finally, the knock she had been dreaming of echoed. Xiaolan excitedly ran to open the door, and indeed, it was Axiang. "You're finally here, I've been waiting impatiently," Xiaolan said, closing the door. "I have class, you know. It's already a big deal that I could come," Axiang complained. She took off her shoes, put on the slippers Xiaolan handed her, and walked into the bedroom, practically diving onto the bed. "Oh my, I'm exhausted." Xiaolan placed Axiang's shoes on the rack, went to the kitchen to get two cans of drinks, and also entered the bedroom. As soon as she entered, Axiang was lying on the bed, stretching. "Are you that tired?" Xiaolan handed her a drink and sat on the edge of the bed. "Of course," Axiang opened the can and took a few sips. "I had something at school this morning, running all over the campus. I came straight here after lunch." "Then let me give you a massage," Xiaolan's attention had already shifted to Axiang's feet, encased in white stockings. Axiang looked particularly beautiful today, wearing a light pink shirt, a white jacket, a pale yellow skirt, and white stockings. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Xiaolan felt like she had seen this outfit before. "Hehe, look how eager you are. At least let me rest a bit first," Axiang said with a laugh. "Isn't a massage a better way to rest?" Xiaolan, without further ado, reached out to grab Axiang's feet. Axiang didn't resist. Xiaolan placed Axiang's feet on her lap and began to knead them gently. Through the stockings, they felt smooth and soft, and the exquisite sensation made Xiaolan unable to let go. "Feels good, doesn't it? I specifically chose these stockings. How do they feel?" Axiang asked, wiggling her feet and smiling as she watched Xiaolan's absorbed expression. "Mmm, very good," Xiaolan replied, not even looking up, her hands devoted to caressing the beautiful feet. "Oh, you still haven't noticed?" Axiang pouted and tapped Xiaolan's head, looking displeased. "I specifically dressed up like this, and all you're doing is playing around. Haven't you noticed anything?" "Noticed?" Xiaolan rubbed her head and thought for a moment, then finally realized something. "Ah! I knew it looked familiar. Isn't this the outfit you wore when you came to my house for punishment after the Liang Wenyue incident in high school?" "For a pervert like you to remember," Axiang rolled her eyes. "Ever since that day, I've been forever trapped in your clutches. I really regret why I ever agreed to go on a date with that Liang Wenyue." "If not for that, I wouldn't have had the chance, nor would I have been able to confront you. Perhaps we would have both found our own boyfriends and lived ordinary lives. It seems it was truly fate that you belong to me."

"So? Agree or not, A Xiang?" Xiaolan continued her ministrations, her voice soft as she asked. Already consumed by desire, A Xiang finally abandoned all resistance and readily agreed to Xiaolan's request. "Heh heh, it only took a flick of my fingers to conquer you. It seems taming you into my slave girl will be easier than I imagined," Xiaolan thought to herself, stopping her movements with a sense of triumph. "Hoo... hoo... I'll tell you, I'll tell you, isn't that enough?" A Xiang lay on the bed, her face flushed and her breath coming in gasps. After regaining a little composure, she stammered in a very soft voice, "Xia... Xiaolan, hurry and tie me up..." "Shh, wait a moment, don't rush," Xiaolan interrupted before A Xiang could finish, placing a finger on A Xiang's lips to signal her to pause. "I didn't ask you to say it now. Later, when I unlock your restraints, you'll say this sentence in front of me. Make it formal." "Mmm... alright," A Xiang squirmed. "Then hurry and unlock me." "Don't be impatient, this is just the first step of the game," Xiaolan wagged her finger and continued, "From now on, we need to change how we address each other. You have to call me 'Master'." "What?! What kind of game is this? Why... why do I have to call you that?" A Xiang's face showed reluctance again. "It's like a role-playing game," Xiaolan explained. "The roles are master and slave. During the game, you'll call me Master, and I'll call you slave and punish you." Xiaolan paused, seeing the resistance in A Xiang's eyes, and quickly added, "Of course, this is only within the game. We won't call each other like this normally." A Xiang fell silent again after hearing this. She bit her lip, staring intently at Xiaolan, her expression shifting constantly. The blush on her cheeks seemed to indicate she was facing the most shameful thing in the world. Her lower lip was almost bleeding from being bitten, showing the immense internal struggle A Xiang was experiencing. In reality, Xiaolan's heart was also in turmoil. She wasn't sure if A Xiang would truly agree to her request. If A Xiang refused, she might not have a way to handle it. However, she didn't show this anxiety on her face, knowing she couldn't back down, or this golden opportunity would be lost. Therefore, Xiaolan maintained a smile and quietly watched A Xiang. Finally, a hint of yielding appeared in A Xiang's eyes. She sighed and said, "Alright, I'll do as you say." Xiaolan couldn't describe how excited she was at this moment. This crucial first step had been successfully taken. However, she didn't show her current emotions, suppressing her inner joy and feigning a calm expression as she unlocked A Xiang's restraints. A Xiang, now free, sat up on the bed and stood by its side, stretching her limbs while watching Xiaolan. Xiaolan sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing to A Xiang with her eyes.

On the second floor, in the "Happy House", where Shinran had placed all the instruments of torture, Shinran was sitting on the floor, her eyes looking forward with great excitement, and in front of her eyes, a pair of stocking feet and a pair of white stocking feet were placed. At this moment, Liu Xiang and Xu Wei Chen were sitting on a bed with a somewhat special shape, both of their feet were stretched into the foot shackle at the end of the bed, which was very long, with six holes, and the torture bed was also wide enough to accommodate three people. Both women's feet had been cuffed by the foot shackle, unable to move, Shineland also honored her promise, did not bind Xu Wei Chen's hands, including Liu Xiang's body's ropes had also been untied by Shineland, at the moment the two of them did not have any bondage on their bodies, sitting on the torture bed, with different moods to look at their own feet stretched out into the shackle, as well as sitting on the end of the bed's floor, her face could not hide the color of exuberance of the Shineland. Shinran carefully scrutinized the two pairs of beautiful feet in front of her, after such a comparison on the spot, Xu Wei Chen's feet are indeed much more petite than Liu Xiang's feet, and compared to Liu Xiang's beautiful and straight jade feet, there are a few more lovely temperament, but the foot shape is the same perfect and impeccable. And then look at sitting on the torture bed Xu Wei Chen and Liu Xiang two people, for the first time to the feet of the initiative to others to scratch Xu Wei Chen is obviously still very constrained, eyes looking away from not dare to look at Shinee Lan, was handcuffed to the shackles in a pair of feet can not help but curled up, this kind of shy appearance, but also make Shinee Lan recalled back in the year, "when Ah Xiang first time and their own play, is also the appearance. look." Thinking back to this beautiful memory, Shinran shifted her line of sight to the left to look at the current Liu Xiang. Compared to Xu Wei Chen, Liu Xiang was a lot more liberal, she had long been used to all this without any shyness or coercion, she looked at herself with a look of anticipation and excitement in her eyes, and even teasingly twisted her legs, signaling Shinealan to come and ravage it quickly, obviously compared to Xu Wei Chen's refusal, Liu Xiang had long been deeply addicted to it and could not extricate herself from it.

Behind Jennifer, another beautiful woman appeared, dressed in a wedding gown and stumbling slightly. Though clad in a pure white, noble wedding dress, she was unlike any ordinary bride. A gag was in her mouth, and her arms, encased in silk white gloves, were bound tightly behind her back with white ropes, rendering them utterly immobile. Her lower body was covered by a voluminous, floor-sweeping skirt. While the interior of the skirt remained unseen, her unsteady gait confirmed that her thighs were also bound. "Lin Yuqian! It really is her!" Xiaofei recognized the beautiful woman in the wedding dress at a glance – the female police officer captured from China. Though she had anticipated something of the sort, she couldn't help but wonder what Jennifer was planning. Besides Xiaofei, everyone else also saw Lin Yuqian, and for a moment, all were stunned by her breathtaking beauty. The pure white, noble wedding gown lent Lin Yuqian an ethereal aura. Some of the female slaves, initially resentful that they weren't the favored one of Mistress Jennifer, lost all their defiance upon witnessing Lin Yuqian's celestial beauty, slumping onto their chairs in dejection. Lin Yuqian's state was clearly dire. It was evident she had no desire to participate in this wedding, struggling and resisting fiercely all the way. However, her efforts were in vain. A collar adorned her neck, and Jennifer, holding a chain attached to it, dragged her forward. Despite Lin Yuqian's desperate struggles, she couldn't match Jennifer's strength. With a casual tug from Jennifer, she stumbled, nearly falling forward, and was dragged towards the stage. Midway, Lin Yuqian and Xiaofei's eyes met briefly. Seeing the despair, helplessness, and anger in Lin Yuqian's gaze, Xiaofei couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy, her resentment towards Jennifer deepening. Yet, in that moment, she could do nothing. Once Lin Yuqian was pulled onto the stage, two tall, robust women immediately stepped forward, restraining her from either side to prevent any further movement. Caroline then resumed her role as officiant, delivering a brief congratulatory address to the "newlyweds." Her speech was short, and she quickly concluded, "Now, please, let the newlyweds exchange their blessings." "Qianqian, the moment I first saw you on that cruise ship two years ago, you captivated me. I've had countless women, but none as beautiful, as ticklish, and as alluring as you. Now, will you accept this ring and become my wife, my beloved slave?" Jennifer said, producing an exquisite diamond ring, its massive diamond sparkling brilliantly. A murmur swept through the chapel as Jennifer revealed the diamond ring. After all, these were women who appreciated beauty, and who could resist the allure of sparkling jewels? Chen Mengying and Xiaofei reacted most strongly. As seasoned jewel thieves, they understood the value of gems even better than ordinary people, and Xiaofei, in particular, possessed an expert's eye for appraisal. The moment Jennifer brought out the ring, Xiaofei's pupils contracted. Even from a distance, she could tell this ring was undoubtedly priceless. "A truly touching speech. Now, let us hear from the bride," Caroline said, applauding with a smile after Jennifer's address. She then gestured for her subordinates to remove Lin Yuqian's gag. "Jennifer! You despicable, shameless bastard! Don't think I'll surrender to you! I will not acknowledge this wedding! I'd rather die than marry you! Just you wait, when I escape, I will personally arrest you!" As soon as the gag was removed, Lin Yuqian erupted in furious curses. The congregation in the chapel froze, especially the female slaves. In their eyes, Jennifer was a deity who held their lives in her hands, and they had never witnessed anyone dare to defy her so openly. Now, this ethereal beauty was publicly berating Jennifer, showing no regard for Jennifer's subordinates surrounding her or her own restraints. They couldn't help but wonder about the origins of this fiery beauty. Xiaofei, too, cast an admiring glance at Lin Yuqian. Even she, under Jennifer's oppressive power, had chosen to bide her time and feign compliance. Yet, this police officer from China possessed a stubbornness and fiery spirit utterly at odds with her delicate appearance.

"Alright, now that the bride and groom have both given their speeches," Caroline, equally unfazed, continued to host, "we'll move on to the next phase, where the groom will give the bride a bath of love." With that, several of her subordinates brought a torture chair onto the stage. Then, the subordinates, working together, forced Lin Yuqian onto the chair. "Let go of me! You bastards! Don't touch me!" Lin Yuqian cursed furiously, struggling with all her might. But how could she, alone, contend with the strength of Jennifer's many subordinates? She was quickly pushed onto the torture chair, her feet passed through the restraints and shackled. Afterward, the subordinates retreated to the side, allowing everyone to see the bride, bound to the chair and struggling helplessly. Jennifer walked to Lin Yuqian's feet and squatted down, removing her high heels. This revealed a pair of exquisite feet encased in white stockings. Because they were far away, Chen Mengying and the others couldn't get a clear look at the details of Lin Yuqian's beautiful white-stockinged feet, but judging from the faintly visible shape, they could tell they were undoubtedly a pair of beautiful feet. As her shoes were being removed, Lin Yuqian despairingly closed her eyes, awaiting the torture she had endured daily for the past six months. Jennifer placed her fingers on Lin Yuqian's soles and began to gently stroke them. Lin Yuqian immediately erupted into a fit of intense laughter, her reaction so violent it startled everyone present. Being the closest, Chen Mengying and Xiaofei felt it most strongly. Xiaofei hadn't expected anyone to be so ticklish, thinking she herself was quite sensitive, but the police flower before her reacted even more intensely. In Chen Mengying's eyes, Lin Yuqian's ticklishness was matched by only one other person. "I wish I could see Sister Nana again," Chen Mengying murmured to herself, a vision of a fairy-like figure gradually appearing before her eyes, smiling sweetly, dressed in pure clothing, a short skirt and flesh-colored stockings, bringing her a table full of delicious dishes. Jennifer's teasing continued. Lin Yuqian struggled on the stage, making the torture chair creak and groan. Her violent laughter echoed throughout the entire church. "Hahahahahahaha... You... Hahahahahahaha... You group of... Hahahahahahaha ah... devils! Hahahahahahahahahaha... You'll die a horrible death! Hahahahahahahahaha ah... Bastards... Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Accompanying the violent laughter were her white-stockinged feet, writhing like white fish, desperately trying to escape Jennifer's fingers. But naturally, all this was in vain. So extremely ticklish, even a light brush of a finger on her sole felt like an electric shock, let alone Jennifer's deliberate scratching. She could only laugh helplessly in front of nearly a hundred people in the church. After an unknown duration of laughter, Jennifer finally stopped. Lin Yuqian sat on the chair, her head tilted, gasping for breath. Due to her earlier struggles, the sheer veil she had worn on her head had been flung off, her ink-black hair cascading down, adding a different kind of charm to her. Although she no longer possessed the serene and noble aura she had upon entering, she was still so beautiful that no one could bear to look away.