Otherworldly Tight Bondage Encounters

"This is the end," a girl in a high school uniform said. "With this grade, my sister's going to scold me again. I should stop playing with that thing." This girl's name was Chu Mengyao. Not long ago, she had stumbled upon Shibari and binding, and had become utterly consumed. Every night, she would practice self-binding in her room, but her lack of skill meant she never quite achieved the satisfaction she craved. As seasons passed, Chu Mengyao grew bolder, progressing from solitary sessions in her room to daring public displays of self-binding and disguised restraints. The risks escalated, and so did the thrill and [X_X] she experienced. Returning home, Chu Mengyao found her sister wasn't back yet. On the table, she discovered a note: her sister had a dinner engagement and wouldn't be back late. In her bedroom, Chu Mengyao stared at her treasure chest for a long time. Inside were the adult toys she'd secretly ordered online. Driven by desire, Chu Mengyao reached for the box. "Just one last time, only this once. I'll throw it all away afterward." Chu Mengyao locked the door securely, ensuring no one would barge in and interrupt her preparations. Then, she stripped off all her clothes, leaving only her intimate apparel. From the wardrobe, she donned a sleek, shiny one-piece silk stocking. Next, Chu Mengyao opened her "treasure trove." Inside were several bundles of rope, along with [X_X], a gag ball, a leather strap, and handcuffs – all "treasures" Chu Mengyao had secretly purchased online. Chu Mengyao took out a few bundles of rope, a gag ball, an eye mask, and [X_X]. She brought her legs together and began to bind them with rope, starting from her ankles. The rope coiled around her ankles, then her calves, her knees, and finally her thighs, binding them tightly. She then used additional rope to reinforce each section longitudinally. After binding, Chu Mengyao's legs could no longer be separated; they were a single unit. Gazing at her tightly bound, beautiful legs, Chu Mengyao felt a reaction. She then took out her secretly purchased [X_X]. One was inserted into her [X_X], another was placed on her sensitive clit, and two were adhered to her nipples. With the gag ball and eye mask in place, she brought her hands behind her back and handcuffed them. Then, she switched on the [X_X]. A buzzing sound filled Chu Mengyao's ears, and the sudden stimulation made her want to cry out, but the gag ball only allowed muffled "woos" to escape. Fifteen minutes later, Chu Mengyao, bound to the bed, was reveling in the [X_X] stimulation. Suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the apartment. Chu Mengyao, lost in her pleasure, jolted. "What was that sound?" she thought. "Mengyao, the dinner party was suddenly canceled, so I came back early. What do you want to eat? I'll cook for you," came her sister's voice from outside the door. Hearing her sister's return, Chu Mengyao frantically searched the bed for the handcuff key. But she couldn't find it anywhere. In her haste, she accidentally pressed the [X_X] remote. The [X_X] suddenly intensified its stimulation. This unexpected surge made Chu Mengyao involuntarily cry out, "Woo woo!" "Mengyao, are you in your room? Are you not feeling well?" Her sister, hearing the strange sounds from Chu Mengyao's bedroom, walked towards it. As her sister's footsteps grew closer, Chu Mengyao became more desperate in her search for the key. The [X_X] stimulation caused Chu Mengyao to arch her back. With the constant vibration of the four [X_X] and the approaching sound of her sister's footsteps, Chu Mengyao could no longer bear the intensity. Her entire body convulsed, and she finally lost consciousness from the [X_X].

"No? Classmate Shina, you don't seem to have a clear grasp of the situation yet~ You don't have the right to say 'no'~" Angelina said with her hands on her hips, feigning anger, but then, Angelina seemed to have a good idea, and excitedly rested her chin on her hand, saying: "Or perhaps~ Classmate Shina wants to experience the feeling of standing on one leg~ It's not impossible, but with Classmate Shina's flexibility, the splits binding method seems a bit difficult, doesn't it?" "Wuwuwu (No! Don't... I... I'll do it...)" Hearing Angelina's casually spoken words, Shina shivered, shook her head frantically, and looked at Angelina pleadingly. Seeing the usually proud Shina now submitting to her, Angelina felt a surge of exhilaration. She didn't really intend to bind Shina in a single-leg suspension, as there was still plenty of time in the future to play properly. Shina obediently raised one foot and placed it on Angelina's thigh, her toes barely touching the ground, supporting herself in an awkward position. Shina's thigh was smooth and slender, with elegant, slightly muscular lines. Her calf was rounded and straight, and the feel of it in her hand was truly intoxicating, more than enough to describe it as "playing with legs." Angelina meticulously applied body wash to Shina, not even missing the gaps between her toes. Her delicate and translucent feet made Angelina want to put them in her mouth, but she ultimately restrained herself, only playfully tickling the sole of Shina's foot. Watching Shina squirm from the itchiness on the soles of her feet was endlessly amusing. Angelina then placed a collar around Shina's beautiful neck and locked it with a delicate little lock. The other end extended into a long iron chain, which was fastened to the headboard of the bed. Hearing the crisp "clack" of the chain against the headboard, Shina's heart sank. She suddenly realized that she had once again been stripped of her freedom, imprisoned in her own room. Next, Angelina brought Shina's hands behind her back, crossed her wrists, and bound them simply but securely. After binding Shina's hands, Angelina crouched down, pulled out a coil of hemp rope from her embrace, and smiled at Shina, seemingly preparing to bind her feet. Although Shina was extremely unwilling, her hands were bound behind her back, and any resistance would only lead to more suffering. She could only reluctantly lift her legs to let Angelina bind them. Angelina held Shina's slender ankle in one hand, wrapped the rope around it a few times, tied a knot, and then did the same to the other foot. Finally, she wrapped the rope around both ankles together five or six times, tightening them and securing them with a firm knot. Looking at Shina's fair, tender feet, like bamboo shoots, Angelina suppressed the urge to play with them, merely squeezing the instep and delicate toes.

Diana's full, slender legs were encased in white stockings, the tops of which hugged her thighs just enough to create a subtle roll of flesh. The sweat glistening on her legs had rendered the stockings semi-transparent and provocatively sheer. Paired with the black, open-toed stiletto heels on her ankles, her youthful upper body and seductive lower half were a perfect, potent combination, enough to make any pervert's blood boil. "Haa... haa..." Diana's long hair was tied into twin pigtails that cascaded over her shoulders. Wisps of steam escaped from her mouth, clamped shut by the horse tack-style gag. Despite her efforts to bite down on it, clear saliva continued to dribble from both ends of the gag, tracing a path down her smooth, jade neck and onto her chest. Her arms were bent backward behind her, a dense net of ropes spiraling down from her elbows, binding her slender arms into a Y-shape. Even her fingers were held together, leaving Diana with no room to struggle. A hemp rope ran directly through Diana's waist and hips, its knot positioned precisely on her clit. Diana's perfect body was like a dancer on a tightrope. Anjelina took out a garment that could be put on over Diana, so no one could discover Diana's terrible state. Thus, Anjelina led Diana, step by step, towards Pershia's room. "The rope~ it's digging in again! Uwoooohhh~ What... what is this feeling~~ Why is it so good~" Her two glistening, shapely buttocks forcefully pressed the rope into a V-shape as she walked. The taut rope, full of stored potential energy, dug deeply into Diana's core. Her tender buds were roughly pushed aside, the thick knot pressing tightly against the outermost flesh of her cunt. The friction generated an overwhelming flood from her cunt, her nectar soaking the hem of her swimsuit. The rope, separated from her cunt by only a thin layer of fabric, was already slick with moisture. Diana's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Despite wearing 14-centimeter heels, she had to strain to keep her toes pointed, lest the protruding knot pierce her hymen. Diana gritted her teeth, desperately enduring the intense pain of her toes being arched at almost a ninety-degree angle, inching forward little by little. "Diana-neechan's unsatisfied and desperately enduring expression is quite amusing to watch," Anjelina's voice sounded from beside Diana. "Squelch~ Squelch~ Squelch~" "Hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph hmph~" Thus, the two slowly approached Pershia's room. The mistress and servant had no idea that their nightmare was just beginning.

"Mmm~" A low protest escaped Gianna's lips as the ropes tightened. Her senses were mostly back, and the heavy restraints made her breathing ragged. A flush crept back onto her face, and her legs clamped together tightly. Her hands, tied behind her back, squirmed restlessly, trying to break free from their confinement. But Angelina wouldn't allow it. One strong hand firmly gripped Gianna's struggling wrists. She took a shorter rope, connected it to the cords wrapped around Gianna's arms, and threaded it through a pre-arranged loop at the nape of her neck. Supporting Gianna's arms with her left hand, Angelina began to pull the rope taut with her right. As Gianna's arms were gradually raised higher, her struggles intensified. She shook her head violently, kicked her legs wildly, and let out loud cries of protest, "Ah~ ah~" Angelina, relying on her experience, knew it was time. She stopped, quickly tied a knot to secure it, and Gianna's delicate hands were hoisted high behind her back, completely immobilized. The binding on her upper body perfectly accentuated the curves of Gianna's chest, making her breasts appear even more prominent. Her posture became elegantly upright. The rosy tips of her nipples quivered slightly with each rise and fall of her chest. At the same time, she had to keep her body straight and her chest pushed forward to avoid the thin ropes tightening and making it difficult to breathe. Angelina observed stealthily, noting that her pretty cheeks were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Tears welled in her half-closed eyes as she silently endured the pain. "Yes, tie her up tight like that!" Sunderland, who had just been brought to the brink of ecstasy by Gianna, beamed with a happy smile. Her eyes were wide open, and she watched Angelina's performance with her mouth agape in excitement. Angelina smiled at her, not replying. She then instructed Gianna to bring her legs together and took out a bundle of thin ropes. With practiced skill, she began to tie them around the base of Gianna's thighs, like vines wrapping around a tree trunk. After a few loops, she threaded the rope through the center and tightened it again. She repeated this process, binding her thighs, knees, and ankles snugly. Then, she had Gianna lie down, folding her lower legs onto her thighs and tying them together. A knot was tied at her ankles, connecting to the ropes on her back. As the ropes were slowly tightened, Gianna's body gradually curved into a bow shape, her feet lifting, and her waist bending backward to its maximum. As Angelina repeatedly pulled the ropes tighter, Gianna's moans grew louder, escalating into painful screams of "Ah~ ah~ ahhh!" before stopping. Angelina tugged at the ropes with her fingers, feeling they were tight enough, and then adjusted them to hold their position.

After an unknown period, the woman in black was restrained in a tightly bound and shameful posture. Her exquisite leather suit had been stripped away, her arms rigidly secured behind her back by a single leather gauntlet. Two straps extending from above the gauntlet were pulled upwards from under her armpits and back, forcing her chest out. Her slightly meager breasts, enhanced by the leather straps at their roots, displayed elegant curves. Her nipples were shackled at the root by silver metal rings, forcing them to remain erect. A thick leather collar encircled her neck, preventing her from lowering or raising her head, forcing her to maintain a straight gaze. Above that was a leather gag, sealing her mouth and nose shut. Her small mouth was filled with an irregularly shaped, cyan latex ball. While continuously absorbing her magic, it converted her magic into a thick aphrodisiac fluid, which flowed back into her body, keeping her aroused. The woman in black was currently leaning at a 45-degree angle against a metal plate. Straps extending from the edge of the plate were wrapped around her, creating a form of *kote-kote* bondage. This not only secured her tightly to the plate but also amplified her erotic aura. Her legs were folded and restrained, spread outwards. Two straps on each side secured her thighs and calves, forcing them open like butterfly wings, fixed at a parallel angle. This left her intimate areas completely exposed and unobstructed. Her pink nipples and cute little buds were laid bare to the air, exuding extreme lewdness and shame. At this moment, the woman in black glared furiously at the culprit before her. She had been denied climax for an unknown duration. Every time she neared her peak, Angelina would simply deactivate the toys on her, subdue her, and bind her in this shameful manner. All the restraints on her body possessed the effect of suppressing divine and magical power, rendering any escape impossible. She could only be helplessly bound to the metal plate, watching in terror as the metal ball, no larger than a walnut, slowly approached Angelina's hand. Angelina had never held much interest in the woman in black, nor did she expect to extract any valuable information from her. She simply found her to be an obstruction and dealt with her accordingly. The metal ball finally pressed against the woman in black's vulva, encompassing both labia and clitoris without favoritism. As Angelina injected her divine power, a strong buzzing vibration and a crackling electric sound emanated simultaneously. The metal ball began to tremble and vibrate furiously, occasionally flashing with faint arcs of electricity. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph! Nnnnngh nnnnngh mmmph mmmph mmmph!!!!!"

Facing Angelina's flippant greeting, Deborah was about to retort habitually, but the angry words caught in her throat. "Bitch! Ugh..." Ignoring Deborah's scolding, Angelina walked into the cage, unlocked the chain around Deborah's neck, and led her out. The setup for today's training session was surprisingly similar to yesterday's. However, the restraint method was different. Today, a long horizontal wooden plank was added to the backrest of the chair Deborah was sitting on. The entire backrest resembled a cross with its upper half removed. Deborah's arms were fully extended and secured to the horizontal plank behind her, with iron rings cuffed around her wrists and upper arms, rigidly connected to the plank. Deborah's palms were also spread wide, with her four fingers on each hand, excluding the thumb, secured by wooden restraints. This left only the slender fingertips as the movable part of her arms. Her entire palms were forced open, with her fair skin facing directly forward. Her upper body posture was now akin to being crucified. She was still wearing pantyhose on her lower body. After Angelina secured Deborah's upper body to the chair, she looked at the stockings on Deborah's legs and suddenly became dejected. Angelina licked her lips. First, she tugged at the restraints on the Demon Queen, confirming they were secure. Then, she impatiently unlocked the buckles on Deborah's high-heeled boots and loosened the tight straps. Instantly, steam rose from the boot tops, and the gases fermented inside the boots overnight exploded, filling every corner of the training room. "Ugh!! Puke! — Cough, cough! Puke! —" "Hahaha! See! I told you! The great Demon Queen, Miss Deborah's proud feet wouldn't produce so much *sweat*! I've seen this kind of body that doesn't sweat no matter what. No matter how you try, you won't get the same effect as those women's feet from a few days ago!" The only movable part of her arms was the slender fingertips. Her entire palms were forced open, with her fair skin facing directly forward. Her upper body posture was now akin to being crucified. With this, Deborah's full body restraint was declared complete.

"Alright, let's begin." The God of Light waved his hand gently, signaling for the next phase. Isabella and Christine immediately stepped forward, unfastening Angelina's collar and the chain connecting her single gauntlet to the floor lock, allowing her to stand up again. The two then escorted her down the steps before the God of Light's throne, turned her to face him, and forced Angelina to her knees. A golden angelic halo materialized in the God of Light's hand, identical to the ones that appeared when the two maids transformed into their angelic forms, composed of two rings. The outer ring was a golden circle, while the inner ring consisted of three arcs, constantly rotating. This angelic halo, born from the God of Light's hand, flew directly towards Angelina and stopped above her head. Isabella and Christine immediately withdrew from Angelina's side. Then, a pillar of pure holy light enveloped Angelina and the surrounding area. "Ugh!" Angelina's first sensation was as if she were being enveloped by some viscous substance, entirely different from the holy light she felt during prayers in the temple. The holy light generated by this angelic halo was purer and more intense. Though formless, it felt as if it had become tangible, incredibly warm yet simultaneously making her body feel heavy and cumbersome. Within the embrace of the holy light, her body slowly began to float into the air. *Crack, crack...* A sound of something breaking came from various parts of her body. Angelina suddenly realized that the locks on the restraints that had been forcibly placed on her were shattering under the illumination of the holy light. The small locks on her tight gag and gauntlet broke into fragments, falling to the ground before dissolving into dust and vanishing. The straps on the gauntlet unbuckled one by one, and the entire gauntlet detached from her arm. The fingerless glove beneath it also slipped away from her hands under the holy light's glow. The tight gag similarly fell to the ground with a series of cracking sounds. Even the locks on the ballet heels she wore shattered and disappeared, though the shoes remained on her feet. Before Angelina could even rejoice in her regained freedom, she immediately noticed that large portions of the red dress on her arms were turning white. It was a pure, sacred white, identical to the holy light bathing her. Clearly, this holy light was assimilating her clothing. Furthermore, as the restraints worn over her clothes were removed, the holy light shone directly upon Angelina's body, unimpeded. She immediately felt a peculiar sensation all over her body. It was like a liquid gently caressing her skin, and wherever it touched, her sensitivity became greatly heightened. These condensed, almost tangible beams of holy light seemed to possess a will of their own, beginning to "handle" her with deliberate intent.