Jitterbugs who like to tie themselves up.

Another reason stemmed from the leather restraints bound to my inner thighs. While walking didn't require much separation of my legs, the chain connecting the two cuffs was so short that any slightly larger step brought a restrictive tug from above my thighs. However, I didn't have to worry about being left behind by Xiaoran for walking too slowly. In her own words: "When taking a little puppy out, how can you not use a leash? Even though my good puppy Xiao An wouldn't be able to run away even if she tried, it still gives me a greater sense of security to have you on a leash, held in my hand~" As my mistress brushed aside the strands of hair falling around my neck, speaking these words while fastening a thin leather collar adorned with a small bow around my throat, a tantalizing shame washed over me, mingled with an intense feeling of security. I felt my cheeks flush to the point of explosion, my mind drifting into a dreamlike haze, on the verge of losing my balance and falling directly into Xiaoran's embrace. This exquisitely crafted collar, besides being connected to the "leash" Xiaoran held in her hand, also had two thin fishing lines attached to its front. These lines were connected to the nipple clamps currently pinching my [X_X]. This time, Xiaoran was a bit gentler, not using those torture-device-like wooden clamps on me again. Simultaneously, another thin line passed through the small metal ring at the top of the restraints that bound my arms tightly behind my back, connecting to the back of the collar.

"Now we're truly going to begin stripping away your freedom." —Stripping away freedom, what a tantalizing phrase. If you add the prefix "by the one you love," it becomes the happiest thing in the world, doesn't it? "Mmm, Master, I'm ready." With my shy agreement, the real bondage began. Xiaoran wrapped the tough yet supple hemp rope around my clasped arms several times, from top to bottom. After securing my arms horizontally within the loops, to prevent them from loosening, Xiaoran deliberately threaded the rope vertically between my arms, wrapping it around the outside of the loops and tightening it forcefully. This made the loops on either side cling to my arms like metal shackles, like iron hoops that left absolutely no room for my arms to move. After binding my arms with about three or four such loops, Xiaoran stopped, tying off the last knot. "Hmph, hmph, how is it? Does it feel comfortable being tied like this?" "...Mmm, it's actually quite comfortable." I tried to move my arms slightly, confirming that I couldn't even separate them or lift them back a little. Blushing, I nodded gently. "Pfft, you, you're hopelessly incorrigible as a masochist. To actually find it comfortable to be tied this tightly... If it were me before, I probably would have thought you were a pervert," Xiaoran said, smiling charmingly, and poked my cheek with her slender fingers: "But my little darling is a pervert, isn't she~" "Ugh... Master, you're so mean..." As I reflexively let out a mumble, I realized my own weakness again and quickly tried to regain my footing with other words: "But it really is comfortable! Master's tying technique is excellent. The knots are all placed away from the joints. I just felt it, and it seems there isn't a single knot digging into my skin. If this is your first time tying a real person, you've done an amazing job!" One of the biggest issues with rope bondage on the human body is the handling of knots. If you apply too much force, it can be too close to the skin, causing unnecessary discomfort. If you don't apply enough force, the rope might slip. And if it's tied directly on a joint, it can compress major blood vessels, risking ischemia. For prolonged bondage, a misplaced knot can lead to limb ischemia, necrosis, or even accidental death due to positional asphyxia. Therefore, for bondage enthusiasts, comfort—or rather, ensuring the bound person doesn't feel discomfort or pain—is paramount, even more so than the aesthetic beauty of the ties. As I explained my "professional technique," I met Xiaoran's clear, bright eyes, allowing the passion within me to be conveyed directly through my gaze to my Master.

"How can you go out with your little dog without a leash? Even though my good doggy, Xiao An, can't run away even if she wanted to, it still gives me a greater sense of security to have you on a leash, held in my hand~" As my mistress brushed aside the strands of hair scattered around my neck, speaking these words while fastening a thin leather collar adorned with a small bow onto my neck, a ticklish shame mingled with an overwhelming sense of security washed over me. I felt my cheeks flush to the point of explosion, my mind entering a dreamlike haze, and my body losing balance, about to collapse into Xiaoran's embrace. Besides connecting to the "leash" that Xiaoran held in her hand, this exquisitely crafted collar also had two thin fishing lines attached to its front, leading to the nipple clamps currently fastened to my [X_X]. This time, Xiaoran was a bit gentler, no longer using those torture-device-like wooden clamps. Simultaneously, another thin line passed through the small metal ring at the top of the wrist restraints that firmly bound my arms behind my back, connecting to the back of the collar. And Xiaoran, naturally, would not allow this ensemble, which would incite wicked thoughts in anyone who saw it, to be exposed to outsiders. Therefore, she thoughtfully put on me an oversized black trench coat, concealing the vast expanse of alluring scenery beneath the clothing. To onlookers, I would appear as just an ordinary girl wearing a loose trench coat that reached halfway down her thighs, black footless tights, and a pair of small flip-flops. What slightly reassured me was that there seemed to be quite a few girls dressed similarly to me by the seaside. Perhaps the short sleeves and skirts of the daytime were a bit chilly at night, so many girls chose to wear a hoodie or something similar for warmth. Coupled with the fact that the lighting on this seaside street wasn't very bright, my similar attire would blend into the crowd, making it less likely to attract unnecessary attention. Well, however, the greatest assurance that allowed me to "confidently" wear this extremely embarrassing outfit out with Xiaoran was this leash held in Xiaoran's hand. One end of the chain, attached to the collar around my neck, extended from the hem of the oversized trench coat, its end grasped by Xiaoran, who stood close to me. In the dim light, at first glance, it would likely be mistaken for two girls holding hands; who would have thought it was actually such a blush-inducing, heart-pounding scene? Of course, my face was not spared by Xiaoran either. A small gag was stuffed into my mouth, its strap tied behind my head, perfectly concealed by my naturally loose long hair. Waterproof tape then sealed my mouth completely, along with the gag, to prevent saliva from dripping out unsightly. After putting on a mask, my face also showed no outward signs of abnormality to others. "Mmmph mmmph..." —Perhaps even a real dog would walk faster than me, but surely no one would take a dog out tied up like this.