Bound: Beautiful Me

I gingerly placed my feet on the floor, using my lady's maid for support, and shuffled towards the corset stand in the corner of the room. In my hazy morning stupor, I wasn't fully asleep, and every nerve in my body was becoming increasingly awake and exhausted from the pain. There, my wrists were secured to the stand, and then Lily raised the stand, leaving my body's weight to hang from my tormented, slender feet. Next, my night corset was slowly removed and replaced with a shorter, looser latex corset for bathing. This step was essential for me, as my abdominal muscles had atrophied so severely that I could no longer survive without the corset. My bedroom boots were also removed, allowing my feet some movement, and then the corset stand was lowered again. The lady's maid unfastened my hands and helped me into the steamy bathroom in the adjoining room, where I happily sank into the hot water. Only my hands remained securely cuffed to either side of the bathtub, also to prevent any wicked "fumbling." Before this, my body had never been approached by any man, nor had any man ever touched my body. Thus, in complete relaxation, I was allowed to lie there for 10 minutes while Lily busied herself preparing the next step. When Lily returned, she began to thoroughly cleanse me, her mistress.

For the first time, I was grateful to be tied to a horizontal bar. If it weren't for the thick leather straps restraining my wrists, I would have collapsed to the floor. But in reality, Dad hadn't loosened his grip on my waist since he'd tightened it. He was finally finished. I barely noticed as he began to wrap the excess rope around my waist a few times, then tied it into a bow. Then, I felt his hands on my waist, which was now strictly bound. Just as I was too weak to resist, Mom came to help me. "Thank you, dear, you did a good job. Now, please go get that thing, and then, I think. I can put this beautiful dress and all the stiff petticoats on her without your help." Dad gave my waist one last squeeze before heading downstairs to get the belt. What was that thing, anyway? Why would Father bring something when I wasn't even wearing a skirt yet? Too many questions. Please, release me from these damn restraints. No, no, no, don't try on this dress, everyone leave the room, close the door! After Dad left my room, Mother took over the next task. Remember, my hands were still tied to the strap bar, so I had no chance to cover myself. Mom stood in front of me, her eyes shining as she looked at me. "Such a tiny waist! You're truly beautiful, dear. How do you feel?" This was clearly a rhetorical question, as she didn't wait for an answer and continued immediately.

I felt her body tremble slightly in my arms, as if from prolonged restraint and pressure. I gently stroked her back, trying to help her relax. I felt her body soften, which made me instinctively draw closer to her. My gaze kept wandering over her body. I particularly noticed her hands were tightly bound behind her back with a latex single glove. This single glove was designed very cleverly; it not only secured her hands perfectly behind her back but also reduced the possibility of restricted blood flow to the bound limbs. When she lay with her arms straight back, the indentation provided a dedicated space for her arms, allowing other parts of her body to be reasonably supported, preventing her entire body weight from pressing down on her arms. I gently laid her horizontally on the living room sofa, and her body seemed to struggle more. I picked up the remote control and watched her writhe under my command. Her breathing grew more rapid, and her body became increasingly moist. I felt her body grow softer in my hands, and a low moan escaped her lips. I became more aroused and began to gently touch her body with my palms, feeling its soft and smooth texture. The scene was becoming more and more stimulating, and I decided to leave her here in endless [X_X] for a perfect bondage experience. I knew that she was now a submissive completely under my control, only waiting for my rescue. I looked at my female neighbor, encased in latex and latex, with her restraints and the single glove binding her hands locked, and I couldn't find the keys. I felt a bit puzzled, wondering what kind of woman she was. But I decided to let her go. I stopped the toys on her, first unbuckling the leather straps around her legs, finally allowing her legs to part. I helped her sit up on the sofa, intending to release her from her other restraints. However, when I checked her back, I found that the upper body harness and the single glove binding her hands were locked, and I couldn't find the keys. I felt a bit helpless, but fortunately, her hood didn't seem to be locked, so I could only remove the hood first. I loosened the neck restraint and smoothly removed the latex hood that clung tightly to her face. As I pulled off the hood, my neighbor's charming fake face reappeared before me. She smiled and greeted me, "Hi, we meet again." I smiled back, "You're quite a crazy neighbor." I noticed the latex and restraints on her, and the sexy aura she exuded, which stirred something in me. She asked me, "So, do you like this gift?" I replied that I certainly did, but when I asked her where the keys were, she refused to reveal them. I picked up the remote control in my hand and slowly pressed it, and she began to let out pained moans. I knew it was cruel, but I had to know the location of the keys. Finally, she succumbed to my methods and said, "Okay, where." I turned off the remote and followed her out of the house. I led my female neighbor down the small path between our yards, watching her encased in latex and latex. I had to admire her ability to wear high heels. Even with her body completely restrained, she could still walk with elegant steps on her tiptoes. We arrived at her basement, and I used the keys to unlock the several locks on her body, releasing the harness-style restraints binding her upper body. I began to help her remove the single glove. The latex single glove was cinched very tightly with straps. I patiently loosened the straps and shoulder straps, and the glove was finally pulled off her arm. It turned out that her arms, wrapped in black latex, were also bound with several loops of leather straps. She turned back and smiled at me, "It's truly foolproof, hehe, it's a club tradition."