self-restraint game

Next came the leg straps. One vertical strap ran from the waist, connecting to the diagonal strap there, all the way down to the ankles. Four horizontal straps extended from various points, corresponding to the inner thighs, above and below the knees, and the ankles. The ankle straps were a bit special: besides locking each ankle individually, a 30-centimeter adjustable strap connected them. When loosened, it could function as a chain, but when tightened, it bound the feet together. "Quite a clever design!" I couldn't help but exclaim. Below the ankles were a pair of high heels, with 10-centimeter heels! The toes and heels were like those of typical OL high heels, with two thin straps at the instep and ankle to firmly secure the feet in the shoes, preventing them from slipping out. The instep strap could be fastened separately or together, binding the tops of the feet tightly. Seeing this, I could no longer suppress my urge. Bind me! Bind me as tight as possible! I slipped on the high heels, fastened the instep straps together, preventing my feet from separating, then brought my legs together and tightened the straps one by one from thighs to ankles, leaving no gaps at the ankles—I wasn't planning on walking anyway, and tighter felt better! Now my legs were firmly bound together from thigh to foot. I tried to stand up from the bed, and the straps immediately dug into my flesh, tighter than when I was sitting. My knees, ankles, and insteps could only twist a tiny bit, unable to separate at all. Even my toes were encased in the leather of the shoe tips. This way, I could only hop in small steps; walking was completely impossible. I tried to take a step, but due to the heels, I could only manage to jump a little over ten centimeters forward, nearly losing my balance. If my arms weren't free, I would have definitely fallen. This made me even more excited. Fortunately, I was wearing a sanitary pad, otherwise, my [REDACTED] would have already been flowing. I shuffled back to the bed and began to bind my upper body. Three straps extended from the waist, two in front and one behind, connecting to a wide strap below the breasts. Two smaller straps were attached to the sides of this wide strap, presumably for securing the upper arms. Above the breasts was another strap of the same width, with a pair of handcuffs attached to its back. The handcuffs were positioned high, promising a delightful sensation when locked! Like the other straps, the handcuffs had keyholes. With the binding capabilities of this leather outfit, if these were locked, I wouldn't be able to escape even if everything else was unlocked! Of course, I didn't want to do that, but even without locking them, prying open the buckle of the handcuffs with my hands would be difficult. Between the two straps, aside from four connecting straps, was a leather bra. Calling it a bra was a stretch; it was essentially a leather ring with no leather in the middle, designed to firmly squeeze my [REDACTED] inside. I bound my breasts step by step, leaving my arms and wrists free. The leather ring of the bra firmly encircled my [REDACTED] at the base, instantly increasing my cup size by at least one. The black lace bra was almost bursting! "Looks like I'll need to buy a D-cup bra next time!" I had to admit, I was completely in love with this leather outfit and had thoroughly fallen for the feeling of being bound and restrained! After indulging in this for a while, I fastened the six-centimeter wide, one-centimeter thick leather collar. The collar pressed the chest straps firmly against my body and greatly restricted my head movements. My breathing was also limited. The collar, along with the bra and chest straps, made deep breaths impossible; I could only take shallow breaths. With that, the chest binding was complete, and next was the head. The head straps were thinner but equally sturdy. Two straps extended from the sides of the collar, meeting and buckling at the top of my head. Below my earlobes, a horizontal strap with a gag extended, and at my temples, an eye mask was attached. On the front of my face, a large piece of black leather covered most of the area. Hidden behind it was a six-centimeter diameter red plastic gag, with a small strap below it, presumably to be fastened under the chin. Two thin straps extended from the top of the face mask, converging below the eye mask and connecting to it. Two more straps emerged from above the eye mask, joining into one at the top buckle and extending backward, connecting to the straps of the eye mask and gag. Due to the complex structure and numerous buckles, they were cleverly designed and blackened, not detracting from the overall texture. I had worn a gag before and knew about the drooling issue, so before putting it on, I stuffed a pair of clean stockings into my mouth, then put on the gag, pulled the face mask tight, and buckled it at the back of my head. The gag pushed the stockings in my mouth even deeper, leaving no space whatsoever. The face mask extended from just below my nostrils to my chin, completely covering my mouth and a large part of my cheeks. Now, even simple actions like puffing out my cheeks were difficult. The inside of the mask seemed to be made of a special waterproof sealant material, so my earlier act of stuffing stockings was probably unnecessary. After tightening the strap under my chin, my mouth was sealed, and opening it became impossible. I tried to make a few sounds, but no matter how I tried to shout, only mosquito-like "woo woo" sounds emerged from behind the mask, and the sounds from my nose were even louder than those from my mouth! The gagged mouth further restricted my breathing. Now, even sitting on the bed, I struggled to maintain my normal breathing rhythm. Next, I was to put on the eye mask, but I suddenly hesitated. I had never been blindfolded while so tightly restrained, and any accident could put me in a precarious situation. But then I thought, I was at home, and although I was bound, all the locks could be opened. What was there to fear? So, I no longer hesitated, slipped on the eye mask, and buckled it at the back of my head. I was instantly plunged into darkness. Finally, it was time to restrain my hands. I fumbled to secure my upper arms to my sides, then stretched my hands upwards with all my might. It took a considerable effort to reach the handcuffs, and after several attempts, I managed to lock my hands behind my back in a V-shape, completely immobilized. The exertion had already made my breathing labored, and now it became rapid. I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air, reveling in the sensation of being completely and tightly bound.

In the darkness, I received information from all over my body through touch: my feet and legs were tightly bound, unable to separate even slightly, making it difficult to even bend my knees; the belt around my waist was cinched tight, and although the [REDACTED] had not yet begun to work, the fullness and excitement had already caused me to leak a considerable amount of [REDACTED], accumulating on the ultra-thin sanitary pad; my [REDACTED], due to being bound, felt a swollen sensation, and my hands, bound in a V-shape behind me, were already starting to ache; I could see nothing, relying solely on touch to perceive my surroundings; the tight gag completely deprived me of the power to speak, cry for help, or even make a sound; I could only take shallow breaths through my nostrils, and even turning over required overcoming immense resistance. I imagined being kidnapped on my way home from work, tightly bound by my captors and awaiting rescue, unable to speak, see, or move my limbs... Just then, the [REDACTED] suddenly activated! A wave of numbness washed over my lower body, a sensation I had never experienced before, and my mouth involuntarily moaned, though due to the gag, only a faint "woo woo" sound escaped... The intense stimulation made my breathing quicken again, but the intermittent torment of the [REDACTED] made it impossible to stop squirming, and the restraints on my body seemed to tighten. After enjoying it for a while longer, my arms began to feel numb, and various parts of my body started to ache. I worried I wouldn't be able to hold on and decided to stop, but my wrists were firmly secured behind my back by the leather cuffs, making it difficult to release the buckles. Just then, I suddenly heard a "bang," and my whole body trembled—it was the sound of the main door closing! Someone had broken into my house! I live alone, and my family doesn't live in this city; no one but me has a key here—could it be a thief?! If a thief saw a beautiful woman completely restrained... I dared not think further. The urgent priority was to get out of these restraints! My heart rate instantly accelerated, and my hands fumbled desperately for the buckles, my breathing becoming ragged! Faint footsteps could be heard outside the door, likely shoes on a wooden floor, confirming someone was inside the villa. I was so nervous I was breaking out in a cold sweat! At this moment, my right hand finally found the buckle of the right leather cuff, but it was tight, and my wrist was bent to its limit, making it difficult to apply force. I truly regretted putting on this restraint suit! A "thump thump" sound came from outside the door; they were probably starting up the stairs! My heart was pounding, my breathing was completely out of sync, my head was starting to feel dizzy, and my attempts to open the buckle with my right hand had repeatedly failed! There was no time left! I was about to be discovered by a thief, and I, a beautiful manager, was about to "offer myself" to a thief! I wanted to scream for help, but only a faint "woo woo ba" sound escaped, utterly useless. I was trapped! The footsteps grew closer, and I was on the verge of despair. Just then, the buckle of the right leather cuff finally sprang open! A flicker of hope ignited within me! But I knew my progress was too slow. My only hope now was that the thief wouldn't open my bedroom door and discover me! But my prayers were in vain. Just as my right hand was freed, I heard the sound of a doorknob turning! I had failed! The thought of the unknown danger and humiliation that awaited me shattered my mental defenses. And at that very moment, the [REDACTED] "faithfully" engaged a higher setting! A wave of intense numbness surged from the [REDACTED]! As the door creaked open, I was utterly overwhelmed by the dual assault, and in my loss of control, I actually [REDACTED]! The collapse of my mind and body, coupled with the prolonged tension and excitement leading to oxygen deprivation, caused me to black out...

Two steps up the stairs, a violent tingling shot through my [REDACTED] – that damned [REDACTED] was acting up again! The unexpected jolt made my body lose control, and I slid back down the steps. Luckily, I hadn't climbed very high, or the fall would have been disastrous. This damn [REDACTED]! I'm going to throw it away! I rested at the foot of the stairs, gathering my strength, but the [REDACTED] didn't stop working, making my breathing ragged and my efforts to regain power futile. Despite being dehydrated, the [REDACTED] still flowed uncontrollably, leaving me wet. Am I really this lewd? After a long wait, the [REDACTED] showed no signs of stopping. I was already flooded, and if I didn't get back up the stairs, this infernal [REDACTED] might drain my last bit of strength. There was no choice but to push myself up the stairs. The stimulation from the [REDACTED] sent intense jolts through me with every bend of my waist and knee. The restricted breathing kept me in a constant state of semi-asphyxiation. [REDACTED] and sweat once again coated the stairs with my every movement, turning the ascent into an even more debauched spectacle than the descent… I don't know how long it took, but I finally managed to drag myself to the top of the stairs on the second floor. I could no longer bear the stimulation coursing through my body, and on the stairs, I was once again conquered by the [REDACTED]… I woke up again, and it was already eleven o'clock. I felt utterly drained. Struggling into my room, I opened the drawer of my wardrobe, and my eyes welled up with tears: over twenty keys lay neatly arranged in the drawer! I was finally free! Compared to the torment I had endured, trying each key was a simple task. After about half an hour, I finally unlocked all my restraints, except for – the gag! By then, there were no more keys in the drawer, which meant the key for the gag wasn't here! Oh God! If I can't remove the gag, I won't be able to drink, eat, speak, or breathe normally… Just then, I noticed a piece of paper at the bottom of the drawer: Hello! Congratulations! You've unlocked most of your restraints! You must be eager to remove your gag, right? — Of course, I am! This sicko, how could he come up with so many steps? It's not over yet? The key to unlock the gag is in the attic, along with my gift and final farewell. Go get it, I'm sure it will be easy. Thankfully, he hadn't come up with anything more outrageous. I carried the straitjacket (since it was connected to the gag, I had to take it all) up to the attic. Perhaps it was due to being bound by the straitjacket's heels for too long, but when I stepped onto the floor barefoot, I almost lost my balance, and it took a while for my heels to adjust to the ground. As I ascended the stairs, two keys hung at the top, and below them was a box, presumably the "farewell." When I opened the gag, I realized the blindfold had been unfastened and tied back over the mask, which explained why I hadn't found it. After unlocking the small locks securing the blindfold and gag, I was finally free from this damned straitjacket! I was free! The first priority was water. I went downstairs to the living room and gulped down at least two liters of water. Then it was time to fill my stomach – I hadn't eaten in nearly 12 hours. I opened the refrigerator, found a few slices of bread and the leftover salad from breakfast, and devoured them ravenously. I was truly exhausted today, but before anything else, I had to take a shower. After seven hours of torment, I didn't need to imagine how disheveled I must be. As I stepped into the bathroom, I realized just how bad I looked: my entire body was crisscrossed with red marks from the straps, like a zebra, and my wrists were even bruised; my body was covered in sweat and [REDACTED], and my writhing on the ground had coated me in grime, even sticking grass and dirt to me; my hair was a mess, and my eyes were sunken with exhaustion. I was a far cry from the elegant, confident elite I used to be. I took off my pantyhose and bra, turned on the faucet, and eagerly surrendered to the spray of water…

My hands were bound together behind my back, a leather strap securing my wrists tightly. Though I didn't hear a lock click, with my current finger mobility, it was impossible to undo the buckle. I complied with his every move, not questioning where he intended to bind me next, thinking that since I was going to be restrained anyway, it was better to get it over with quickly. He brought my elbows together and added another strap. My flexibility was good, and combined with the restraints of the past two days, this position, though tight, wasn't too uncomfortable. The sensation in my arms told me a single arm restraint was being slowly pulled up my already bound limbs. This felt almost like an unnecessary addition, but it also made me realize that the "gear" before sleep wouldn't be simple, and tonight's rest would surely be a significant ordeal. This arm restraint wasn't very long, only reaching past my elbows, but it was snug. Once on, the feeling of restriction on my arms was noticeably stronger than the two previous straps. The leather clung to every inch of my skin, preventing my arms from even twisting, completely sealing them off. Two straps went around from my shoulders, crossing and securing in front of my chest, preventing me from sliding off the arm restraint. My wrists and elbows were tightened again, indicating that there were also securing straps on the outside of the restraint. Judging by experience, this single arm restraint was likely a close-fitting, lightweight model, designed to ensure both the strength of the restraint and to beautifully preserve the natural curve of the arm, without compromising aesthetics. However, the sensation in my arms told me this piece of equipment was heavy; its weight was even affecting my balance. Despite my confusion, I didn't ask questions. For some reason, I enjoyed this feeling of being at someone else's mercy, not knowing what would happen next. In the past, I would never have accepted this. "Time to gag you. Open wide." I hadn't intended to say anything anyway. Although I disliked the feeling of my ability to speak being taken away, I complied. First, a wad of gauze entered my mouth, followed by a rubber ball. As the last two pairs of stockings were inserted, my mouth was completely stuffed. I tried to make a few sounds, but only managed muffled "mmms" from my nose. He forcefully brought my jaw together, pressing my lips shut again. My jawbone felt sore, and the contents of my mouth were squeezed even tighter. Then, bandages were wrapped around my face, securing its shape. A wide collar was placed around my neck. It wasn't very tight, but its shape seemed somewhat irregular. The parts of the collar that pressed against my chest and back appeared intentionally widened, while it was indented at the shoulders. The part against my jaw extended forward considerably, with two protruding sections pressing on my jawbones on either side. The occipital bone at the back of my head was also enlarged. This collar was like a medical neck brace, perfectly conforming to the shape of my neck, but the upper and lower edges were secured more tightly than a typical brace. It completely immobilized my head, preventing me from turning my head, nodding, or looking up. Furthermore, due to the collar's width and pressure, my mouth could barely open, and my breathing was somewhat restricted. Although uncomfortable, this level of restraint gradually began to excite me. This was the first time I had looked forward to being restrained. While my rational mind told me I shouldn't feel this way, I was genuinely enjoying it at that moment. He began to strap my chest. I finally understood why the single arm restraint had felt so heavy – the equipment he was putting on me was all connected. When he put on the arm restraint, the other pieces were dragging below it, hence the heavy sensation. The reason for this conclusion was simple: the straps binding my chest were a net-like structure; separate straps wouldn't create this effect. Moreover, I felt wide straps extending down from the collar on both my front and back, clear evidence of the interconnection between these straps. Being bound by integrated restraints gave me a sense of returning to the self-bondage from yesterday. Remembering my lewd behavior from the previous day made my face flush. A strap was deliberately placed around my [REDACTED], and he continuously adjusted these straps to achieve the best effect on my [REDACTED]. Intermittent touches made my [REDACTED] gradually harden, and my body responded to the stimulation. "Spread your legs. I'm going to put on the chastity device." It seemed he was satisfied with my chest, and the next step was the final part of restraining my upper body: dealing with my waist and lower half. I continued to comply, spreading my legs and even bending slightly to expose my lower parts. This was the first time I had done so proactively without being ordered. Even later, I found it incredible: less than two days ago, I was a "chaste maiden," and now I was shamelessly cooperating so quickly! "Looks like you're quite the little slut! You're already wet before I've even finished with your lower half!" I was startled at first, then my face burned. Yes, how could I be so lewd?

Opening the email, I found, just like yesterday, a diagram of a girl in restraints along with some instructions. But what surprised me was that the girl in the diagram wasn't wearing pants, only a top, with her lower body bound to the chair! This meant I had to go without pants in the office. The moment someone peered over my desk, my secret would be instantly exposed. This was far more dangerous than yesterday's foot restraints! The instructions made it clear that keeping my skirt on was impossible—since my thighs would also be restrained, I had to remove the skirt to complete the setup. Feng is a total scoundrel! According to the instructions, today's restraints were all in the box I received earlier. I opened the box and began to take inventory: two leather cuffs connected by 40cm chains, two leather straps of different lengths (the longer one had two rings on the side, the shorter one only one), five silver metal chains of varying lengths, and twelve small padlocks without keys. The first step was to install the chains. I was quite puzzled: the chains were so short, how could they possibly be securely fastened to the chair? But I soon found the answer—I discovered six small stainless steel rings at the bottom of the chair. The rings were firmly embedded in the chair's base, and I couldn't pull them out. Was this what Feng meant by "engineering" yesterday? I only just realized it now. All six rings were about 5cm from the chair's edge, one directly in front, two on each side, and one at the back. Following the email's instructions, I was to connect five chains to the front and side rings. The rear ring seemed unused. I wondered what more wicked plans Feng had in store. I attached the shortest chain to the frontmost ring with a small padlock. The rings on the front sides were connected to two medium-length chains, and the rear rings were attached to the longest chains, all secured with small locks. With that done, it was time for the actual "dressing." I first went to the door, opened it a crack, and cautiously observed the situation outside. Once I confirmed it was safe, I returned behind my desk. Crouching down, I gently slipped off my skirt and tucked it into a nearby drawer. Then, I picked up the leather cuffs and fastened them around my ankles, locking them securely so I couldn't escape. I used the shorter leather strap to bind my knees, and the longer strap was secured at the base of my thighs. The final step was to connect the chains to each part of my body with the small padlocks.

Feng intended to "put" me back in the cabinet, but there were still some accessories to be attached before that. Feng retrieved a pile of items from the cabinet. The black leather was all too familiar, but their designs were unlike anything I had ever seen. After rinsing, Feng brought a headpiece made of black, ultra-thin silk stocking material and placed it over my head. My entire face was enveloped in the black silk, with only an opening for my mouth. Even my long hair was gathered and secured at the back, enclosed within. Next came the gag – or more accurately, a "head harness," as its intricate design made "gag" an insufficient descriptor. The leather on the cheeks of the harness was integrated with the collar below, extending all the way to the back of my head where it fastened with a hidden lock. The dildo-like insert for my mouth was well-concealed, lying as if at rest within, but a port that seemed to connect externally was present on the leather cover at the corresponding position. Beside it were three small rings. On either side of my nose bridge, the familiar "人" shaped wide black leather straps remained. Two more straps extended upwards along the sides of my cheeks, and straps were also positioned behind my ears and at the back of my head. All these straps converged at the crown of my head. In addition to stainless steel rings at the crown and around my neck, this gag also featured two securing buckles on each side below the earlobes, and one each on my chin and forehead. I had no idea what their purpose was yet. Feng secured the head harness onto my head step by step. It was then that I realized its restrictive capabilities far exceeded my imagination. The insert in my mouth was long, large, and contoured, fitting snugly against the shape of my oral cavity. It occupied all the space, extending almost to my throat (making me feel nauseous, and requiring considerable time to adapt), and also ensured perfect restraint of my mouth. The integrated collar, along with internal steel wires, reduced the range of head movement to zero. My neck could neither turn nor tilt up or down, rendering it completely useless. To observe my surroundings now, I could only rely on turning my eyeballs or rotating my body. The "人" shaped straps on either side of my nose bridge were wider than before. Looking in the mirror, half of each eye was obscured. The central 90-degree field of vision became a massive blind spot. Coupled with the obstruction of peripheral vision by the two wide straps on the sides, my field of vision for each eye was reduced to a mere 30 degrees, fragmenting everything into unrecognizable shards. Following this, Feng began re-binding my ankles, but this time, instead of straps, he used a far more complex set of wide leather cuffs. These cuffs were 6 centimeters wide, considerably thicker than standard ones. What was more unusual was that the two cuffs were connected by a 20-centimeter long, 3-centimeter wide black leather strap. The cuffs were hollow internally, with openings at the front and back. The strap passed through the narrower opening at the front. Feng cuffed my feet separately, locking them with hidden locks, then brought my feet together. The end of the strap emerged from the wider opening at the back. This strap was riveted to a metal piece larger than itself, and at the end of this metal piece was a fixed ring. With this metal piece, the strap could not exit through the narrow opening at the front, effectively binding my feet together. Feng produced an induction lock, tightened the strap, and the two metal buckles at the ends met perfectly. He then locked them with the induction lock, thus encircling my ankles completely and securing my feet tightly together. I tried to move them; my feet could not be separated at all. Afterward, Feng produced a short strap and threaded the ring at the end of the single-hand restraint through my crotch and tied it to the belt around my waist, preventing any subtle movements of my hands. Then came a wide and long induction-locked strap. Feng had me kneel on the sofa, my thighs and calves naturally folded. The strap then wrapped around from my inner thighs to my ankles, binding my thighs and calves together tightly. I was once again bound in a "chariot" position, and this time it was noticeably tighter than in the morning, with my heels pressed firmly against my buttocks, completely unable to separate. Finally, there was a large power bank. Feng used a leather-sheathed strap to secure it to the middle of my thigh, with the battery inserted into the sheath, pressed against the outside of my left leg. "That should do it. The rest of the steps will be completed inside the cabinet," Feng said, lifting me from the sofa and walking towards the cabinet.

"Get off the bed and stand still." I had no way to resist now, so I complied. I figured the robot still held the switch to my [REDACTED] internally, but honestly, whether it did or not, I never stood a chance from the start. Turning, I got off the bed and stood straight. The robot unbuckled the leather straps around my ankles, though this was only temporary. Then, a set of straps were fastened around my left and right thighs, with a few centimeters of leather loop between them. Three sets of straps were positioned at the top of my thighs, then at the one-third and two-thirds marks down my thighs, with two more sets, not separated, yet to be attached. This was my first time seeing such a strap arrangement, but the shape wasn't unfamiliar. A guess suddenly leaped into my mind: was this arrangement—an external [REDACTED]? My heart sank to my feet. I instinctively wanted to dodge, but looking up at the robot, I forced myself to stop. Fine… if I had to wear it, I had to wear it. I couldn't stop it anyway, and resisting would only make my situation worse. It was better to finish breakfast quickly. To my slight relief, this external [REDACTED] wasn't the super-sized one from last night. It was about 30 centimeters long, roughly three-quarters of my thigh, but the mushroom head was sizable, capable of reaching all three holes. Its concave middle section perfectly matched the curve of the chastity cage—it seemed to be a set. After the [REDACTED] was secured, I walked to a nearby chair at the robot's command and sat down, extending my legs forward with my knees together. The robot tightened the remaining two straps, firmly binding my knees together at the upper and lower positions. This also clamped the [REDACTED] tightly between the flesh of my inner thighs. The robot produced two lithium batteries. I glanced at them; both were 30,000 mAh! The batteries were inserted into the leather sheaths on the outside of my thighs. The external [REDACTED]'s wire plugged into the left side, and the main wire for the other devices plugged into the right. I could only let out a speechless hum at this "dual power" design. Thirty thousand milliamps multiplied by two—it seemed today wouldn't be easy. Finally, there was a pair of short black leather boots with 15-centimeter slender heels. The delicate, tall heels, combined with a nearly non-existent platform, signaled the difficulty of wearing these shoes. What surprised me even more was that the boot cuffs (at the ankles) were connected by a 30-centimeter chain! I examined them closely; the connection points between the chain and the boot shafts were expertly done, or rather, they seemed to be welded together from the start. This was definitely a "feature" set from the moment of manufacture—so these were undoubtedly professional restraint shoes! The robot zipped up the boots. The cuff had a black metal cover that concealed the zipper, hiding it within, and then it was locked with a small padlock. This meant that without the key "in hand" of the robot, no one could remove these torturous shoes. "First part of the attire is complete. Please have breakfast." Finally, it was time for my most anticipated meal! Although the robot's breakfast was just bread and milk, and I could do nothing but open my mouth to eat what the robot fed me, for someone who hadn't eaten anything for a long time, everything tasted delicious right now—as long as it was edible. After wolfing down six slices of bread and two cartons of milk, my appetite finally began to wane. In fact, due to the restraint of the abdominal straps, it was difficult for me to eat any more. After a short rest, the robot fed me a bottle of water. My previous dehydration was greatly alleviated. Although the price was a noticeable tightening of the abdominal restraint, it was worth it. "Next, we will proceed with the final attire. Please maintain your current position." That's right, it was time for the gag. This time, the gag was still a harness type (there was no helping it, Feng really loved this kind of gag, even I was almost speechless), but the part that went over the bridge of my nose was replaced with a skin-colored leather strap, making it much more discreet when worn. Inserted into my mouth was a rubber inflatable gag. It wasn't spherical; its shape was rather peculiar. Only after the robot filled it with air using a pump did I realize its shape was molded to my oral cavity. This time, I couldn't even move my tongue an inch, and even my "muffled" sounds were significantly reduced. The gag's mask covered my entire face, and a piece of skin-colored leather even covered my entire nose, integrated with the strap over the bridge of my nose. A small grille for ventilation was left at the nostrils, and the fixed silencing nose plug inside was inserted into my nostrils, further muffling any sounds I might make, reducing my "muffled" sounds to the level of a mosquito's buzz. However, due to the thoughtful design, they didn't significantly affect my breathing. As long as I didn't exert myself, I could still ensure oxygen supply. The gag was connected to the collar below, matching the one I was already wearing. It joined perfectly and securely with a zipper and a hidden lock, simultaneously making any rotation or nodding of my head impossible again. Another point to mention is that the leather of this gag used leather strands connected by metal wire, ensuring both lightness and strength. This perfectly restrained my head without affecting the contours and curves of my head in the slightest.

"I hope that bastard doesn't make every outfit an S-rank difficulty..." I prayed, a suppressed urge to laugh bubbling up as I secured the seat cushion to the pole. Once installed, it was time for me to "mount" this fixed pole. The seat cushion was positioned a bit high – heels were a must, no doubt. This time, however, it wasn't just the accompanying crystal heels with their 16cm stilettos; there was an additional 40cm chain in the middle. This length wasn't enough to give me the full sensation of being bound, yet it was a significant hindrance to attaching the fixed pole, which is why I'd been putting them off until now. With the heels on, I could finally reach the seat cushion with my hips. However, this "sitting posture" also had its own requirements. The center of the seat cushion had a groove that aligned with a special protrusion at the bottom of the transparent chastity device. I had to slide myself from the front of the cushion to the very back, like inserting a drawer. With a "click," the elastic lock at the front of the seat cushion engaged, signaling my "correct posture" and locking me onto the cushion. This elaborate setup made me want to laugh, and I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of effort Feng had put into "playing" with me... With my buttocks secured to the cushion, I could no longer reach the straps at my knees and ankles. Those would have to be handled by the robot. Similarly, I couldn't manage the single-hand restraints, the waist, or chest binders on my own. So, I fumbled for the restraint around my neck, the only one I could manage myself. This restraint also doubled as a collar. The tight, wide transparent strap left almost no room for movement around my neck. On the front was a silver metal ring, and through the "selfie" I could see on the TV screen, I noticed a small tag hanging from it – the word "FAIRYTALE" was engraved in rhinestones. No wonder this set was called "Fairy Princess." Feng had really gone all out on such a useless detail... Connected to the collar was a harness-style gag, and I complied. The completely transparent straps quickly encircled my entire head. Since the collar couldn't move, my head was also fixed in place. But what was most novel this time was the dildo-shaped gag. The transparent straps on either side of the gag had embedded wires and tubes, reminding me of that previous dildo with built-in aphrodisiacs. Could this one be the same? Thinking about the terrifying "weapon" below, I lost confidence in how long I could last. I hoped this large item didn't contain those "sources of all evil"... After locking the final buckle on the harness gag, I waved to the robot at the other end of the room – the rest of the work would have to be done by it. A smiling face on the robot's screen approached. After it groped me all over, checking the "quality" of my restraints, it began the remaining operations. The lower body restraints were simple: just tying my ankles and knees with the transparent straps on the pole. The upper body restraints were much more complicated. There was a transparent single-hand restraint. I obediently brought my arms behind my back and together, and the single-hand restraint was quickly put on. Unlike previous single-hand restraints, this one bound my hands behind my back, and the restraint, along with my arms, enclosed the fixed pole behind me. This effectively merged my upper body with the pole behind me. After the robot wrapped the chest and waist restraints around my body and secured them, my body was "fused" to the pole, truly unable to move an inch. Once the robot fastened the last buckle, I was no different from a stick, only able to wiggle my bound hands behind my back and the tips of my toes encased in transparent shoes. "Restraints complete. Now it's time for the fairy transformation," the robot continued its witty remarks, even playing some tinkling music that sounded like a fairy summoning, leaving me speechless. It was just dressing up a poor, bound human stick, did it need such formalism? Soon, the layered transparent gauze skirt was placed over me – in fact, over the entire restraint system, including me. Then, the four fairy "wings" on my back were attached to special slots. Finally, the robot didn't forget to put a fairy-like veil and headband on me – truly the epitome of formalism. But despite my complaints, once the outfit was fully on, my appearance on the screen did indeed evoke that ethereal "Fairy Princess" feeling. Especially when spotlights poured down from the corners, the layered fabric refracted and reflected light in a kaleidoscope of colors, not only beautiful but also imbued with a sense of "mystery." I couldn't help but want to applaud the effect of this outfit – unfortunately, I couldn't move at the moment. I'd just have to make a mental note and do it once Feng released me. The entire welcome process and the setup of various pranks took a considerable amount of time. By the time I was fully dressed in the "Fairy Princess" outfit, it was already nearing evening, and Feng could return at any moment. I let out a few muffled "woos" and gestured with my eyes for the robot to switch the screen's view to the monitor outside the main door. Now, I would get to enjoy Feng's entire process of deciphering puzzles and being pranked, even though my current state wasn't exactly "relaxed." I waited patiently...

Donning the prosthetic limb prosthetics that bound me, a disguise for a bondage adventure—what a delightful game! Regardless of what Peak has planned next, my immediate task is to finish putting on the remaining bondage gear. The vibrating nipple clamps are simple; just put them on. I positioned the clamps, attached the battery pack to the belt around my waist, and that was that. All that's left is the hood. This hood is a high-fidelity replica, complete with eyes, nose, lips, and eyebrows, even simulating pores. With the addition of a wig and wig, it's not an exaggeration to say it's indistinguishable from the real thing. However, precisely because of its high fidelity, the eye and mouth areas, unlike the lighter material elsewhere, had to be made thicker. This inevitably affects my vision once worn. After putting this on, I wonder if I'll have enough courage to walk past those shops? As I pondered my inner fortitude and flipped open the hood to put it on my head, a chain attached to a piece of paper slipped out from inside! I quickly grabbed it, only to discover that this paper was the instruction for the next step I had been searching for: "Good girl, I knew you could handle this gear! Here's your next location~ Guessed it yet? It's a waterfront park just a block away! Head to the waterside pavilion in the park, there's something you'll like there!" To move to the park in the middle of the night wearing prosthetics? Peak is really pushing the boundaries. The last time we played like this, I was on flat ground, and there was even a robot as a final "safety net" (though it was turned off). This time, he expects me to crawl on my own, off-road? Isn't he worried his girlfriend will fall flat on her face? But despite my grumbling, the excitement from the other half of me couldn't be suppressed. I pouted and picked up the chain to examine it. This chain is a bit unusual. A ten-centimeter section of chain has a ring at each end, forming a loop, with delicate clasps. Judging by the diameter of the rings, they're meant for ankles. However, what sets it apart from ordinary ankle chains is a small extension from the middle of the chain, ending in a pair of rings less than a centimeter in diameter, like a pair of connected rings. This left me puzzled about their purpose—what's the point of two rings thinner than my toes dragging between my ankles? After much thought, the most unlikely possibility finally popped into my head—these two rings are meant to lock onto the heels of high-heeled shoes. Only these two thin things would fit the size of the rings and be close enough to the ankle! Once I figured it out, I felt a shiver of dread—Peak had even accounted for the fact that I would wear boots and put them directly into the prosthetic covers! What a devious man... Fortunately, such a meticulous planner is my most trusted partner and master. And most of his thoughts about me are focused on how to play SM games with me. If this were my business rival... well, let's not think about such terrifying things... Shifting my attention back to putting on the gear, I placed my hands behind my back and began to fumble with the chain. The middle chain isn't long, and the chain and rings for the heels are even shorter. If I put on the ankle cuffs first and then tried to fiddle with the heel rings, I obviously wouldn't be able to reach. Therefore, the correct way must be to first slip the heels into the small middle rings, let the chain run along the heels to the soles of the shoes, and then find a way to fasten the ankle rings. Without a mirror, and with my lower body already tightly restrained, it's not easy to complete this bondage using only touch. It took considerable effort just to slide the two small rings over the heels covered by the prosthetics. However, once I fastened the cuffs on both ankles, a distinct pulling sensation clearly registered in my mind. My feet, now pressed against my buttocks, were completely restrained. The heels were pulled inward, making it impossible to move my feet freely, let alone my shoes. The restraint was seamless, truly a typical "Peak" style... My lips curved into a smile, and then I began to put on the hood. The hood, as always, was custom-made to fit my face. The highly realistic eyebrows and lips, combined with the thin yet elastic material, allowed it to cling to every muscle of my face, responding to every subtle movement. Coupled with the unremarkable shoulder-length black wig, my disguise was probably comparable to the legendary "human skin mask" in TV shows. Finally, I put on my coat and mask again, and my full body restraint was perfectly concealed. Except for the heels of my shoes, which were inexplicably a little shorter, I looked almost the same as when I entered. Next—naturally, I'll stride through the crowd and head back the way I came... —Not! Even though my disguise was top-notch, I honestly didn't have the guts to face the crowd up close. After all, I was naked except for my coat, wearing a seductive SM bondage leather suit, my lower body completely restrained, crawling on prosthetics, a helpless submissive! To nonchalantly squeeze past strangers in this state, I wouldn't dare even if you gave me the courage! But to leave the living plaza, I had to pass through all the shops... Wait! It's only now that I realized a route I had previously overlooked—the iron staircase on the second floor! There are usually two staircases leading to the second floor from the living plaza, one at the main entrance and one at the far end. I took the secluded one near the back when I went to the restroom. However, the one at the main entrance is currently under repair and inaccessible. So, I naturally assumed I couldn't bypass the bustling shops at the entrance from the second floor, but I overlooked another option—a derelict staircase in the middle, which could be considered an "illegal structure"!

"Get ready, I'm going to put it on you now!" Chen Wen said as she began to put the straitjacket on me. As expected of a seasoned M and the owner of an SM prop shop, Chen Wen managed to get the entire straitjacket on me in just a few minutes, despite its complexity. I walked over to the full-length mirror to take a look at myself: my snow-white torso was crisscrossed with crimson leather straps, making the silver bra stand out even more. The straps squeezed the fat around my chest, pushing my breasts up further and making them bulge uncomfortably against the bra. My hands were bound behind my back in a European-style posture, secured by sturdy leather straps and locks that ensured a tight grip. I tried to struggle, but quickly realized it was utterly futile. The chain around my crotch was pulled incredibly tight, and even through the chastity device, I could feel the entire strap being yanked upwards. Due to the interconnectedness of the straps, my shoulders also felt an unprecedented pressure. After a prolonged period of abstinence (well, it had only been half a day, really), the straitjacket felt incredibly comforting, like being suddenly clothed after running naked. I couldn't help but marvel inwardly that I had come to the right place. "Sister Wen, the restraining power of this straitjacket is truly as advertised. However... it feels a bit tight vertically, while there are some gaps horizontally. For instance, I can still slip a finger into the bra." I voiced my feedback on the imperfections while reveling in the pleasure the straitjacket provided. After all, Feng had always custom-made my restraints to my exact body measurements, which had truly spoiled me. Chen Wen nodded in response, "It's normal for the size to be a bit off. These sample sets here are made according to my body measurements. Jia Jia, you're taller and slimmer than I am, so you'll feel this way when wearing it. I must say, I envy your figure. So tall and slender, yet your breasts are almost as large as mine, hahaha!" "Sister Wen, don't flatter me, I'm not that great!" My cheeks flushed again. Even though I was more experienced than a veteran when playing with Feng, being praised like this by someone else was a first. It was truly... well, quite pleasant. "I'm genuinely complimenting you. In all my years of running this shop, there's only one other person whose looks and figure can compare to yours." As Chen Wen spoke, she playfully patted my butt, "This restraint set originally came with reindeer-themed boots and a gag with antler decorations. Your desired New Year theme naturally wouldn't include such a pairing, but I can put together other suitable props. How about we try them on together and then you can suggest modifications?" "No problem, I'll do as you say!" Of course, I wouldn't refuse more restraints. In fact, I had planned to buy a complete full-body restraint set from the beginning. After all, if I were to dedicate myself to my Master, how could I tolerate even a sliver of freedom! With mutual agreement, Chen Wen quickly got to work. In a few more minutes, she retrieved two pairs of shoes, a pair of handcuffs, a pair of knee cuffs, two gags, and a hood from the storage shelf, lining them up in front of me. I examined them carefully: The two pairs of shoes were ankle boots and knee-high boots. The ankle boots had gold patterns and red uppers, very festive. They featured a hidden heel, so they appeared flat but actually provided a significant height boost, almost like sky-high heels. The knee-high boots had a "plum blossoms treading on snow" pattern, with white soles. The color gradually transitioned from white at the ankles to a deep red as it went up. The part of the boot shaft that went over the knee was about 5 centimeters, deliberately made fluffy and white to match the soles. Compared to the ankle boots' hidden heel of at most 10 centimeters, these knee-high boots had a 14-centimeter silver stiletto heel that stood straight up from the sole, like a dagger piercing the snow. I had to admit both pairs of boots were excellent and even fit my theme. However, I ultimately chose the knee-high boots—I couldn't help it, they had higher heels... The handcuffs and knee cuffs were made of leather straps connected by iron chains. Chen Wen chose these two primarily for color coordination, and I knew that well. The real highlight, the main restraint, was yet to come: the headgear. Whether by coincidence or by intuition, both gags Chen Wen brought out were of the horse tack style. I had always loved the dominant feeling of being unable to escape that horse tack gags provided—of course, when offering oneself to a Master, choosing props that rendered one completely defenseless was only appropriate. The two gags were similar in structure and color scheme, the biggest difference being the mouthpiece: the first used a custom-molded dildo and leather mask combination, which I was more accustomed to. The second used a stainless steel O-ring and plug. As a gift for my Master, I should allow him unimpeded access to every part of my body that could be used. However, O-rings made me drool so much, and if I had to wait for a long time with my face covered in saliva, ruining my makeup and outfit would be unacceptable... As I was deliberating, my peripheral vision caught sight of the hood placed at the end. Like the other props, the hood had a red base color and appeared to be made of a light, thin latex. It was a fully enclosed design. Once this type of hood was on, it was truly a case of "heaven can't hear, earth can't reach," but it perfectly matched the effect I desired. "Is this hood easy to put on by myself, or does it require assistance?" I asked Chen Wen with my eyes, pointing to the hood. "This one..." Chen Wen smiled mysteriously, "You might not believe it when I tell you, but this is actually easier to put on than either of the gags. You just open the hood, place the dildo in your mouth, and zip it up at the back—of course, if you're using it for self-restraint, remember to wrap your hair beforehand to avoid getting it caught in the zipper." "That amazing?" I murmured, and at the same time, I made up my mind. "I'll take the knee-high boots and the hood. Please help me put on these handcuffs and knee cuffs, Sister Wen, and let me try them on!" "No problem!" Soon, with Chen Wen's swift movements, my feet were encased in high-heeled boots, and short chains were locked between my ankles and knees. Looking in the mirror, I finally appeared fully bound. My entire body clad in red, as if sealed by a mythical artifact, the experience was truly fantastic! Now, I couldn't even climb the stairs to my secret passage. If Chen Wen decided to be mischievous and keep me imprisoned for fattening, then... Sigh... What am I thinking...

"How... does... it... feel?" A buzzing sound, like a mosquito, reached my ears. It took me a moment to decipher the meaning – Chen Wen was asking about my experience! "It's... not... bad!" I mumbled through the gag. My tongue couldn't move properly with it in, making most of my syllables sound strange, but if she listened carefully, she could get the gist. "It's... not... over... yet! The... last... thing... is... this!" As Chen Wen spoke, a "thump-thump-thump" vibration suddenly started in my mouth, as if something were being inserted into my mouth. But I quickly realized this wasn't some "little toy for oral pleasure," because the dildo in my mouth was actually getting bigger with the "thump-thump" sound! "Mmph?" Before I could react, the remaining space in my mouth was silently filled. My tongue was pressed firmly against my lower jaw, and my teeth couldn't close completely. By the time the "thump-thump" stopped, my jaw muscles were already aching from being stretched, making speech utterly impossible. So, this dildo was inflatable, and it even had a built-in pump! If you considered the nose plug as well, you'd realize that with this whole setup, the restrained person could barely make a decent sound! As a tool for self-restraint, it was incredibly convenient and highly effective. This headgear was truly amazing! I desperately wanted to tell Chen Wen right then that I wanted to buy this headgear, but unfortunately, I couldn't utter a single word, and my eyes were useless. Everything would have to wait until this experience was over. As if wanting me to fully experience the restraint of the set, Chen Wen didn't release me immediately. Instead, she left me there to experience it firsthand. I wasn't in a hurry, nor was I panicked. Instead, I treated it like a "performance test," experiencing the restraining effects of all the gear on my body. My arms, bound behind my back, were held very tightly. Even without using separate restraints, the effect was just as strong. I could barely even turn my wrists. The only freedom I had was with my fingers, which was practically useless. With all my other senses sealed off, this tiny bit of "freedom" offered no advantage. However, the greatest source of despair came from the headgear. Although I'd played with blindfolds and gags with Feng many times, being so completely sealed off sensorially was rare. Moreover, I wasn't at home right now, but in a basement in another city, dozens of kilometers away, a place I'd never visited before! The near-total sensory deprivation, combined with the unusual location, quickly made me feel a sense of panic. I had so readily submitted to being restrained, but I hadn't really investigated this shop or Chen Wen at all. What if her intentions were impure, or if this shop also dealt in other, more illicit services? I would have become the biggest fool, a "delivery" waiting to happen. And this time, I hadn't even told Feng my exact plans... What if... Lost in thought, I instinctively wanted to leave, but as soon as I took a step, I realized my legs were still bound! And what I was wearing on my feet weren't ordinary shoes, but 14-centimeter heeled boots! My body, already lacking a sense of direction and balance, was thrown off even further by this attempt, and I stumbled uncontrollably, crashing towards the ground! "Ugh!" Fortunately, Chen Wen caught me just in time, preventing my foolish attempt from causing major trouble. She quickly removed my headgear, rescuing me from my embarrassing situation and dispelling my wild speculations. "I'm sorry, it was my oversight to put so many restraints on you at once," Chen Wen apologized as she unfastened my straitjacket. "It's okay, it's okay!" I quickly shook my head. In fact, I couldn't have asked for a better little experience, so how could I be angry? Once I was free again, I began to give specific modification suggestions for the set I had ordered, and I even added a small design that suddenly came to mind. Chen Wen was very experienced with this kind of thing. While she jotted down my basic requirements in her notebook, she also took out some sticky labels and marked the desired shape or length modifications directly on the corresponding parts of the props. "By the way, that little mechanism – are you serious? Using it in that way? You're a girl, you know!" Chen Wen asked me again as she closed her notebook, seeking my final decision on the small design. "Of course! And I have a feeling he's preparing something too. I can't always be led by the nose, can I? I want to get ahead of this, hehe!" "So confident! I'm impressed! Alright, I'll inform my master of your idea. If there are no unexpected issues, I should be able to give you the initial design draft tomorrow afternoon. We can communicate online then." Chen Wen sighed softly, finally agreeing to my plan. After completing everything, I paid the deposit on the spot and arranged for the pickup time and method. I also bought the headgear and high heels I had tried on – I just couldn't part with them!