Short story collection] Temporary Master-Slave Pairing ❤ System Short Story Ended

My Roommate is a Tool The Seven Mysteries of the Academy Being Restrained in a Live-Streamed Game Obedient Master's Training Diary Bondage Game ❤ Beauties' S&M Mind Battle The Training Story of a New Trainer and a Great Mage The Beautiful Teacher's Secret A Week-Long Bitch Experience A Restrained Daily Life with Idiot Sisters The Escape Magician Who Can't Do Magic The Fallen Saintess and the Knight How to Deal with an Annoying Colleague

The option of having hands bound behind the back indicated that the upcoming match wouldn't require a controller or keyboard, but it also implied that if this option wasn't chosen, the opponent might find a way to utilize hands bound in front. Thus, we "默契" (tacitly) both selected the electroshock and hands-bound-behind-the-back option. I also understood that our remaining points would undoubtedly be sufficient to choose another option in the next round. What a hassle. My handcuffs were removed, and the rope binding my arms was also temporarily loosened for a moment, only to be replaced by the experience of my arms being bound behind my back again, losing my freedom once more. This was clearly more restrictive and despair-inducing than having my hands bound in front. Even more absurdly, my hands, tied behind me, couldn't even move away from my body. They weren't just tied; they were also secured to the crotch rope. Any struggle with my wrists would be met with resistance from the crotch rope. Then, Queen Sister helped me walk, one small step at a time. The restraints around my thighs and knees still prevented me from walking normally. On top of that, I was even wearing a somewhat bizarre-looking eye mask. Don't underestimate it. After many years of improvement, this is what the once-enormous VR helmet looks like now: small, light, high-precision, and lag-free. In short, it's amazing. But it was currently off, so my vision was pitch black. Fortunately, this path wasn't long. Queen Sister had me stand still, then turned on the game device. A room appeared before my eyes. According to the prompt in the helmet, this room was similar in size to the one I was in, and my task was to solve the puzzles within the room and escape the escape room. Seriously, is VR necessary for this? Couldn't they just do a regular escape room? Regardless of my internal complaints, there was no room for grumbling now. Before these props on my body started working, I could only do my best to lift my legs, which were locked by the shackles, and move towards the most conspicuous cabinet within my sight. Damn it, the crotch rope was already uncomfortable enough, but having my hands tied to it now made it unbearable. Imagine, when you walk, your hands naturally swing, right? Even if they're tied behind you, they'd instinctively sway back and forth. But this movement is not only prevented by the crotch rope, it also causes the knot at my [X_X] to rub back and forth. And the friction would push that damn [X_X] deeper into my body... God, please don't let this thing activate too soon. Clenching the cabinet handle in the VR space, I realized there was a cabinet in the real space here as well, with even the handle in the exact same position. Fortunately, the drawer was just about waist-high, otherwise, opening it would have been a problem.

I sat before the computer, my fingers flying across the keyboard, and as the sky outside gradually darkened, a sense of anticipation grew within me. Because it was Friday. I pushed away from the keyboard, stretching my arms high above my head with a satisfying clang of metal. You might wonder why you heard metal, and that's because my hands were cuffed in front of me with a pair of leather restraints. The cuffs were secured by two exquisite silver locks, and the key was with my Master. Until he returned, my hands were destined to remain clasped before me, with only limited movement. Fortunately, the inner circumference of the cuffs was lined with soft fleece, and the chain was long enough for me to attend to my needs, even to complete the task at hand. Ah, you ask about my work? Allow me to keep you in suspense for a moment. Though I have freedom of movement within the house, I spend most of my time seated, unwilling to budge. This is because my legs are also tightly bound. I won't be shy to admit that I'm quite pleased with my legs, both their length and their curves. Though I spend my days sedentary, I haven't neglected my workouts. My calves are slender and long, my thighs full and firm. My Master, who has a penchant for legs and stockings, has me wearing a pair of black pantyhose. They feel divine to the touch! No, it's still a little embarrassing to praise myself like this. Mmm, speaking of leg restraints, they are also my own doing. I adore starting from my ankles and wrapping myself, loop by loop, until I've completely surrendered my freedom. The ropes are beautiful and neat, extending from my ankles all the way to my crotch. It took me four rolls of rope just to bind these legs, so I won't untie them unless absolutely necessary. Checking the time, he should be getting off work soon. Indeed, I heard the sound of the door opening. I turned my head and saw my Master striding quickly towards me. His breathing was a little ragged, and he was still in his work suit. He looked at me, as if to confirm my condition. "I called you when I got off work, why didn't you answer?" Of course, I knew he'd call me in the car when he left work. But today... I stuck out my tongue, feigning an innocent expression. "I was busy with something important, and my phone was off." "You!" I saw his exasperated look and covered my mouth, stifling a giggle. I love seeing him like this the most. "You definitely didn't eat properly at lunch, did you? I'll make something for you first." He finally sighed in resignation, fumbled in his pocket, and placed a set of exquisite keys beside me. "You can unlock your handcuffs now."

This is a game often seen on prank shows, where two contestants face each other, holding an extra-long popsicle, and try to eat towards each other until a certain length is reached. One wrong move and they'd kiss... But this isn't some suggestive variety show; the stakes here are much, much higher. First, to prevent the two from using their hands as assistance, the staff member, a young woman, directly produced two pairs of handcuffs and locked their hands behind their backs. That wasn't the most outrageous part. They used popsicles; here, they were using actual ice cream cones, with a diameter that was... just barely manageable to swallow. Even Ren Jing rolled her eyes at the size, while Su Mei condemned this sudden misfortune, vowing to make Ren Jing pay if she ever got her hands on her. Well, they were already at each other's throats before the "cooperation challenge" even began. The two beauties weren't really slacking off, though. They bent down, opening their mouths wide, and bit into the specially made ice cream cones. Their handcuffed hands were also secretly straining behind their backs. Then, a 'crack' sound echoed. The ice cream cones were indeed very crisp, but their extreme crispness made it almost impossible for them to maintain their biting posture and move forward. Su Mei genuinely wanted to win this time. She forced herself to swallow the remnants in her mouth, almost gagging and rolling her eyes, but she didn't give up. Ren Jing, on the other hand, was much more laid-back. The fragments slowly softened in her mouth, and only then did she seize the opportunity to swallow them and take a small bite. Su Mei was furious, but with her hands cuffed, she couldn't make any extra movements. As a result, she wasn't paying attention when Ren Jing had just started to take another bite. The ice cream cone suddenly 'whooshed' and fell to the ground from the middle. "Damn it!" Su Mei couldn't help but stomp her foot. The challenge was definitely a failure now. Ren Jing shrugged, maintaining a calm demeanor about it. Thus, in their "lucky draw" segment, Su Mei drew a collar. This didn't affect her movements for the time being, but she wasn't happy. Su Mei knew there were upgraded versions of these things... As for Ren Jing, she drew handcuffs. Now she didn't need the staff member to unlock them for her. She had already collected the handcuffs and shackles, and her movements were significantly restricted. Even rolling the dice in the future would be troublesome. Ren Jing had now become the focus of everyone's attention, with almost all the audience members eagerly awaiting her loss. Not only was she a "normie" who lived a full social life, but she dared to mock them. How infuriating!

The Witch of Desire, consumed by jealousy at the overflowing love she witnessed, intensely craved that sweet, passionate desire. But it was not directed at her. She felt like a starving observer at a feast, left with only emptiness. Her pretense shattered, her alluring face contorted into a terrifying mask. With a flick of her ribbons, she bound the two once more. But this time, it was more than just restraint. Si Yue's arms were tied behind her back, her eyes blindfolded. Her thighs were also bound together, leaving only her lower legs with a sliver of freedom to move. As for Xixi, her eyes could see, but her mouth was firmly gagged. Her legs were bound so tightly together, with her thighs folded against her calves, that she could only remain in a kneeling position. A testament to the Witch of Desire's cruel ingenuity, Xixi could witness everything but could not speak, while Si Yue, though capable of limited movement, was plunged into darkness. This wicked design turned a simple mechanism into an intricate puzzle. Si Yue, unaware of Xixi's predicament, called out for a long time, only to receive muffled whimpers in response, finally realizing the extent of their plight. But fate had other plans, destined to disappoint the Witch of Desire once more. Even in their dire circumstances, tightly bound as they were, Si Yue devised a way out. She directed Xixi, using the number and duration of her cries, while meticulously touching the mechanism's components, building a mental map. Their synergy was so profound that the Witch of Desire's elaborate trap was dismantled in less than half an hour. The Witch of Desire admitted, she was almost moved. Si Yue and Xixi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the Witch of Desire stirred, as if in a fit of pique. She destroyed the mechanism outright, then dragged Si Yue before her, snarling like a ravenous demon, "You lost! You lost!" Si Yue responded with quiet composure, "I know." "You know?" "Do as you will, but we will not yield!" The Witch of Desire released her, falling silent. Si Yue gently sat on the ground, guided by the sound, and leaned against Xixi, awaiting the Witch of Desire's judgment. "In that case, I shall separate you forever!" "Our hearts are forever entwined, they will not be separated," Si Yue uttered her final words before the enraged Witch of Desire stuffed a soft ball into her mouth. Impatiently, she pulled the two apart. The red ribbons, freed from her body, bound them even tighter, from ankles to chest, leaving no room for struggle. Next, she conjured a spatial folding array on the blackboard with a magical incantation and shoved Si Yue into it. She then moved to the other end of the schoolhouse, mirrored the process on a looking glass, and trapped Xixi within it as well.

"Forgot to mention, our streamer小姐 wants to push her limits, so I won't be untying her for now. Please continue to enjoy, and I'll take a break to prepare. You all understand." Hearing his voice, Xiao Wu, with a surge of strength she didn't know she had, struggled and cried out desperately. In return, the man's cruel actions, as if a sudden realization, followed: he took off her high heels. Though her toes were already cramped and uncomfortable, at least the heels had helped support her body. Now, without them, she had to stand on tiptoe just to maintain her balance. Even more terrifying was the slippery liquid beneath her feet, and her wet stockings were even more slick. If she lost her footing, the tightening of the ropes all over her body would await, a sensation that was simply hellish. This man had come prepared. That was all Xiao Wu knew, but she couldn't even beg for mercy. The man left, leaving her before the camera. She no longer had the energy to pay attention to it, only praying for time to pass faster so this nightmare could end. Nothing happened. Xiao Wu transformed from a performer on stage into a bird in a cage, her every move under that person's control. And the man clearly had no intention of letting her rest. Whenever she regained some strength, the toys on her body would begin their new round of work. Electric shocks, vibrations, more intense vibrations. She convulsed as if driven mad. She could no longer maintain her balance, swinging in the air. Her limbs were almost numb. She spun in the air, her feet touching the ground with extreme difficulty, but often losing her balance and swinging again. The donations kept increasing. They were amazed at how extreme the streamer was playing, and everyone was enjoying the show. Outside the camera's view, Jin San opened his phone. On the screen was a young girl in a wheelchair. Her skin was a sickly pale, her expression blank, as she stared out the window. For him, this was a long-planned revenge.

Early in the morning, Weng Yuan, her limbs folded and dressed as a bitch, was led out of the house by Lin Yuhang. If walking a female slave on a leash garnered a lot of attention, then walking a bitch on a leash would make her the center of everyone's focus. Even on the most bustling and open streets, it was rare to see a female slave dressed as a bitch. Therefore, as they walked, everyone was staring at Weng Yuan. Her face was not exposed; a black hood covered her head and the upper part of her face, while below it, a bone-shaped gag blocked her mouth. She crawled on all fours with difficulty, whimpering and drooling, leaving a lewd trail on the ground as she moved. Lin Yuhang went to the same breakfast stall. Perhaps because the previous impression was too profound, the owner immediately recognized them. Seeing Weng Yuan's stunning attire, he secretly gave Lin Yuhang a thumbs-up. Lin Yuhang smiled knowingly and ordered another bowl of soy milk. The bitch licked the white liquid from the plate. The scene was truly rare. Countless diners, without even noticing, ate their food right up their nostrils, their eyes fixed on this beautiful spectacle. Under such gazes, Weng Yuan could barely contain herself. She felt as if she had truly become a bitch, and her licking became even more vigorous. Fortunately, this time they didn't encounter such a talkative driver. After the meal, they took a taxi, their destination once again being the company. Of course, it wasn't for overtime. Weng Yuan disliked overtime and therefore didn't require her employees to work late. Perhaps unsure of the future, Weng Yuan, in a rare moment of speaking, confided her wildest fantasies to Lin Yuhang. This visit was to fulfill her desires.

A'li's restraints grew more numerous. Though she managed to find the mechanisms each time and seemingly detect traps, she was caught nonetheless. Occasionally, she encountered ambushes. In the second-to-last room, for instance, she even faced assassins dressed similarly to herself. These individuals clearly weren't there to complete a mission; they piled on top of A'li like a human pyramid, pinning her down and signaling her failure and impending punishment. Perhaps this was collective intelligence, or perhaps it was the twisted amusement of the person behind the Hall of Illusions. Standing before the door to the final room, A'li was already covered in ropes. Her hands were bound behind her back, her fingers balled up and wrapped in tape. Her arms, along with her torso, were secured with hemp rope. These were not unusual, of course. A single-hand restraint, typically avoided by most magicians, was further wrapped with an additional layer, locking her arms firmly within. The straps of the single-hand restraint and the turtle shell binding her body were subtly interconnected. Any slight movement of her arms would consequently tug at the crotch rope, and the throbbing member nestled within. Her legs were bound together from the upper thighs to her ankles. She was left with no opportunity to walk, only able to hop forward in small steps since the previous room. Now, she seemed unable to proceed further. Her mouth was gagged, her eyes blindfolded by a black hood that covered her entire head. She appeared to turn her head in confusion, unable to even discern the direction of the door. "You've finally arrived," a voice announced, and the door opened directly in front of A'li. Following the sound, she could finally pinpoint her target. As an assassin, she was currently in a rather disheveled state. The exquisite curves of her form-fitting suit were even more striking now. To leap, her rounded buttocks had to arch backward, and as her body lifted and then landed, her heavy breasts swayed. She seemed oblivious to her predicament, pressing forward relentlessly. Xing'er, playing the role of the target, blinked. Her earlier utterance was meant to advance the plot and alert A'li, but now she couldn't deviate too much from her character. She spoke her lines with mock seriousness: "Given your efforts, I will grant you an opportunity." As she spoke, a rope master placed the final prop, a silver collar, around A'li's neck. "This collar will emit an electric current, the intensity increasing slightly each time, until it finally renders you unconscious. If you break free before then, I will give you a chance to challenge me." Perhaps for demonstration, she then ordered the rope master beside her to bind A'li to a pillar. What followed was the true performance. The first electric shock soon arrived. Although the initial current wasn't strong, it was enough to disrupt A'li's plan. With her fingers incapacitated, she first attempted to use her bone-shrinking technique to free her hands from the single-hand restraint. However, this skill required intense concentration and breath control. Every time she prepared to yank her hands free, the electric shock would strike, shattering all her defenses.