Beautiful white-collar woman wrongfully imprisoned by anti-binding & special confinement

Upon arriving home, she quickly kicked off her high heels, massaging her feet that ached from a day spent in them. Then, she peeled off her stockings, letting them slide down her thighs before forming a neat circle on the shoe rack. After removing her makeup and showering, she turned off the lights and went to sleep. Yes, judging by her breathtaking appearance and figure, you'd think she was an ethereal, heavenly beauty. But if you were to access the hidden partition of her phone, you'd discover a world of depravity, sights too vile to behold: images of women, some in short skirts and stockings, others stark naked, bound tightly with ropes, in Japanese Shibari, with metal restraints

"Heh, you get into character pretty quickly, don't you? I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already whimpering for me. Such a slutty girl," Zhao Han said. Han Xiaoyi stopped arguing. She couldn't even shake her head, and with that large gag in her mouth, she had no strength to explain anything to Zhao Han. Anyway, being restrained didn't seem so bad. She might as well enjoy it! Zhao Han took a small leather pouch from the wall, took out a wireless electric toy, slowly lifted Han Xiaoyi's skirt, pulled down her panties, and then inserted it. Han Xiaoyi was startled. She instinctively recoiled, almost toppling herself over. Luckily, the frame supported her, or she would have fallen to the ground. "This, my dear, is a special treat just for you. Considering how well I'm taking care of you, shouldn't you be thanking me?" Zhao Han said playfully, a strange and lewd smile on her face. Within ten minutes, Han Xiaoyi's body was completely outfitted. Nipple clamps, a collar, a nose hook, a gag, an eye mask, and a dildo inserted below. She looked like a wanton whore. Of course, being in a place like this, she wouldn't deny being a whore, would she? This time, Zhao Han didn't use a whip. She picked up a low-temperature SM candle, lit it, and held it directly above Han Xiaoyi's body. The dripping wax, after briefly cooling in the air, wasn't scalding but intensely hot as it hit Han Xiaoyi's delicate skin. She cried out, "Ahhh," her body writhing, but she couldn't escape the restraints of the metal frame, nor could she dodge it at all. It was too hot, too stimulating, too pleasurable! Pleasurable beyond compare! Han Xiaoyi, who had never experienced the power of a low-temperature candle before, was now completely subjugated by the fierce heat of the wax, subjugated by Zhao Han's high heels. Zhao Han stepped on the bends of her calves and thighs, then adjusted the candle's position, letting the perfectly heated wax drip onto every part of her body, moving to a new spot with each drip.

"Okay, the ultimatum has been issued, since you are stubborn and bent on disobeying the rules, we will regard you as flouting the principles of the law and blatantly disobeying orders, and will have to impose the most stringent restraints on you--Inquisitorial Confinement!" The policewoman finished her sentence, and together with two other policewomen dressed in the same short-skirted stockings and high-heeled shoes, they carried Han Shiaoyi down from the wooden horse, and in the process Han Shiaoyi grabbed onto the wooden horse and wouldn't let go, and the three policewomen struggled a lot to drag her down. They threw Han Xiaoyi onto the floor of the interrogation room, and then the policewoman pressed a button on the wall labeled with a handcuff graphic, and a secret door opened, the policewoman went in for a moment and took out a small, delicate suitcase, placing it in front of Han Xiaoyi. The policewoman an evil eye, signaling the other two policewomen to open the suitcase, enter the password, the suitcase snapped open, which is full of all kinds of colors, a variety of restraint props, whether it is the police, the military, or SM conditioning bondage will be used in the erotic props, can be described as everything, a wide range of the policewoman looked not so blush, but the shame of the other two policewomen blush, and even cover their faces. Covered their faces repeatedly. "Start, you asked for it!" The policewoman said. Han Xiaoyi's mind was still in a semi-clear state, she still wanted to use her hands to reach the [indescribable] and get pleasure by touching the [indescribable]. The policewomen unlocked the small lock on Han Shinyi's red harness-type gag, unlocked the gag, and then picked up a single black locking glove. The two policewomen flipped Han's body over, with her back facing upwards, and brought her arms together behind her back. They then unlocked the single glove, loosened the belt and cord, put it on her arms and then put the straps across her arms and back over her shoulders, then tightened the cord, buckled the belt, and finally locked the small locks at her elbows. Han Shiaoyi felt a strong sense of constraint, her arms were forced behind her back and elbow constricted up, unusually tight, her spirit also gradually returned to normal, began to realize that she had indeed not listened to the policewoman's warning just now, and now she was going to suffer the so-called ultimate confinement. But she had no regrets about this, the long-suppressed SM emotions had all but erupted like a volcanic eruption, and she could not wait to try what this kind of restraint was all about. The policewoman helped Han Xiaoyi to her feet and took her back downstairs to the previous cell, then ordered her to lie on the bed and accept the restraints. Of course, Han Xiaoyi complied, and in all reason, she would honestly accept the more severe restraints she had longed for, to satisfy her own growing and even gushing masochistic heart.

"Wait a minute!" A crisp, familiar voice reached Han Xiaoyi's ears. The two female officers stopped, and she turned to see Zhao Han rushing over. "Leaving in such a hurry? Not even a word to an old friend?" Zhao Han panted, "I rushed over as soon as I finished my work, don't you want to chat for a bit?" Han Xiaoyi's anger flared. She suspected this was all Zhao Han's doing. Ever since their time at the company, she'd felt Zhao Han was unusual, possessing a strange, almost supernatural ability to push her agenda forward, often in ways that defied normal understanding. Han Xiaoyi couldn't fathom how she'd ended up a prisoner so inexplicably, or why the judges, police, and everyone else refused to listen to her. What kind of trial procedure involved restraining the defendant in a cage, unable to move, with a gag preventing them from speaking?! It was clear someone was framing her, using some unknown power to control these people! But by the time she realized this, it was too late. The moment the handcuffs clamped onto her wrists and the gag was forced into her mouth, she could no longer utter a word. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph! Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" She thrashed wildly, trying to kick Zhao Han, but her ankles and knees were tightly bound, rendering her immobile. She could only hop in place with frustration, her high heels striking the concrete with loud, sharp clicks, as if this was the only way Han Xiaoyi could express her rage. "My dear girl," Zhao Han stepped closer, reaching out to caress Han Xiaoyi's cheek and adjust her hair—though Han Xiaoyi felt it was utterly disingenuous. "It's alright, everyone makes mistakes. As long as you reform yourself and sincerely repent, I believe our new society will forgive your transgressions~" What the hell! She hadn't done anything wrong, why should she accept this hypocritical rhetoric! Why, why? Why frame her like this? What benefit did you get from it?? Han Xiaoyi's mind was in chaos. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her cheeks flushed crimson. She let out frantic muffled cries towards Zhao Han, stamping her feet in desperation, the iron restraints clanking against each other, as if protesting her unjust fate. Zhao Han remained nonchalant and self-assured. She slung an arm around one of the female officers and instructed them, "The defendant was my former colleague, and we were quite close. I believe she's not an irredeemable villain who refuses to change, but someone capable of genuine repentance. Please take good care of her and don't let her suffer any mistreatment~" With a flirtatious wink, she strode away with a flourish, leaving the two officers momentarily stunned before they nodded vigorously in agreement. Watching Zhao Han's light, graceful figure recede, Han Xiaoyi shed tears of grievance. On one side, a beautiful white-collar worker in sneakers, a short skirt, stockings, and a short-sleeved shirt, her steps light and quick. On the other, her former colleague, now reduced to a prisoner, bound tightly by iron cuffs and a gag. "Let's go inside, we'll help you. Wasn't that person the plaintiff? Why did she come over to comfort you?" one of the officers asked, bewildered. This question struck a raw nerve in Han Xiaoyi, and she let out a wail, no longer concealing her inner sorrow. Tears streamed from her eyes, tracing paths down her cheeks, mixing with saliva at her chin—a silent, heartbroken cry. "Sigh... It's okay. You're still young, and what your colleague said makes sense. If you reform properly, there's a chance for a reduced sentence." The officer, unaware of the true situation, assumed Han Xiaoyi was genuinely guilty and offered well-intentioned comfort. Little did she know, these words pushed Han Xiaoyi over the edge. Her tears flowed uncontrollably, her spirits plummeting to the depths of despair. She sobbed hysterically, her cries echoing within the vehicle, as if trying to shed every tear she possessed to express the agony of being unjustly imprisoned.

Seeing Han Xiaoyi's weak, rolling eyes, the policewoman didn't get angry. She simply regained her standing posture with renewed composure. The hem of her dark blue cotton police skirt, seemingly shorter than her previous one, reached only two to three centimeters above her knees. This length and style were far from the traditional regulations for formal police skirts. Concealed by the skirt were the straps of flesh-colored stockings, and on her stockinged feet, she wore a pair of 7-centimeter black leather high heels. The policewoman's upper body was a crisp, neat white shirt tucked into the police skirt, cinched tightly by a dark brown, glossy belt. Attached to the belt were a pair of handcuffs, a holstered handgun, and several sets of keys. The specially tailored and modified women's police uniform fit Officer Mei Wanqing's body exceptionally well. The sharp, chiseled lines and the prominent swell of her chest, though Han Xiaoyi wasn't intentionally observing, made it impossible to ignore the policewoman's previously unseen, impressive curves. "Clack, clack, clack!" Mei Wanqing stomped her small leather high heels a few times, immediately drawing Han Xiaoyi's attention. "I say you're truly beyond saving. Do you even remember the charges they convicted you of? This confinement isn't to give you more space to indulge your lust, nor is it to let you stare at mature and intellectual policewomen like me for extended periods, fantasizing!" The policewoman walked to Han Xiaoyi's bed, pushed back the hem of her skirt with her hands, and sat down, addressing her. Han Xiaoyi's face instantly flushed red. Although the leather straps of the horse gag tightly encased her face, leaving little exposed to the air, the policewoman could still keenly sense her shyness. "Mmmph... Mmm-wooo..." The policewoman turned sideways, crossed her legs, and then, using a tissue, gently smoothed out a wrinkle in her stocking. She stroked Han Xiaoyi's blanket and said, "Look at you. In my decade-plus career, I've never seen a female inmate sentenced to 'Special Containment.' I've seen plenty of life sentences and death penalties, but this is the first time they've issued such an order for this level of 'Special Containment.' While I don't want to disappoint the expectations of those who are paying special attention to you, I must also strictly follow orders... So, it's time to get up, you lewd prisoner!" She deliberately raised her voice, as if to be heard by someone outside the door. The policewoman reached for her waist, fumbling for the specially made key. Once found, she proceeded to unlock the restraints connecting Han Xiaoyi's blanket to the bed, one by one. Yes, given this so-called 'Special Containment,' every moment of Han Xiaoyi's remaining life would be under strict surveillance and special care. Sleep, a significant portion of life, naturally could not be overlooked. The bed Han Xiaoyi slept on was a specially constructed confinement bed, never before used by anyone. The sleeper could only choose to lie on their back or side. The blanket was secured to the bed at its four corners and ends with six small locks and specialized hooks. This constricting sensation was akin to being in a vacuum, devoid of air, and Han Xiaoyi could only endure the silent, solitary emptiness of this bed throughout the night. Of course, using the restroom was absolutely out of the question, as no one would attend to the special needs of a prisoner who had completely lost her human rights. Lifting Han Xiaoyi's blanket, the policewoman was also taken aback. She hadn't expected anyone to endure such a tightly secured restraint for an entire night. Han Xiaoyi was wearing a specially made, form-fitting latex bodysuit, integrated from neck to wrists to ankles. Considering the prisoner's night sweats, this bodysuit did not cover Han Xiaoyi's head or hands. Every slight movement Han Xiaoyi made caused the latex bodysuit to emit a sticky, fluid sound as it rubbed against itself, a sound that was hard not to associate with strange, unsanitary scenarios. After all, it was sleep time, so Han Xiaoyi's restraints weren't as severe. The lower body restraint consisted only of a short leather thigh cuff, allowing her feet a certain degree of freedom. However, the upper body restraint remained in the initial strict disciplinary phase. These early days in prison involved more rigorous binding, consisting of the single wrist cuff and leather strap described earlier. A collar and a waist cincher were also essential, serving to constantly remind Han Xiaoyi that she was merely a lowly prisoner under someone else's control by restricting her breathing. "It's 5:50 AM, ten minutes until your scheduled breakfast."