Odor conditioning: the price of self-bondage

In the luxurious district of a first-tier city, the morning sun streamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a space adorned with intricate and opulent European decor. Exquisite carpets and lavish furniture all spoke of the owner's wealth and status. The sunlight had already reached the bed, where a woman with a stunning figure writhed and let out helpless whimpers. This woman was Jin Zishan, the owner of the luxurious apartment and the general manager of a subsidiary company. However, her current state was far from ideal. She was clad only in a sheer, flesh-toned bodysuit that offered no real coverage. Beneath it, she wore no bra or panties. Her hands were clenched into fists, tightly bound with flesh-colored tape, and then each bound fist was encased in a flesh-toned stocking. Finally, these were tucked into the bodysuit. The triple restraint of tape, stockings, and bodysuit rendered Jin Zishan's hands completely numb. Even with her hands so meticulously controlled, her arms were bound together at the elbows with rope, and her wrists were also tied. Her fair legs, encased in sheer nylon, were crisscrossed with over ten strands of rope from thigh to ankle, then bound into a spread-eagle position. The ropes at her ankles seamlessly connected to those at her elbows. On her feet, only her left foot sported a brand-new black high-heeled shoe with a red sole, which had been deliberately secured to her foot with zip ties. The other shoe had already been lost under the bed during her struggles. However, Jin Zishan's current torment wasn't primarily from her spread-eagle posture, but from her head, which was encased in multiple layers of stockings. Two full pairs of pantyhose were stuffed into her mouth. Fortunately, Jin Zishan, being vain, only ever wore pantyhose of 5D or less, regardless of the season. Still, these two pairs filled every crevice of her small mouth, puffing out her cheeks like a little frog. These were pantyhose she had worn for over a week, and with her demanding job, she wore them for over ten hours daily. The pantyhose were already saturated with the sour, sweaty odor from her feet and the musky scent from her crotch. As Jin Zishan's saliva soaked the stockings in her mouth, the resulting stench made her gag repeatedly. The outside of the two pairs of pantyhose were tightly wrapped with flesh-colored tape, three or four times around. Her eyes were also bound with tape, three or four times, and then layer upon layer of pantyhose were pulled over her head. These included her own worn pantyhose and those worn by her captor for many days, meaning every breath Jin Zishan took was a combination of the sour smell of her feet and the musky odor from her crotch. The story of how Jin Zishan ended up bound like a human dumpling in her own home is a long one, dating back three days. Three days ago, everyone welcomed the longest holiday of the year, the National Day holiday, which, with adjusted days off, amounted to seven days of rest. The day before the holiday began, General Manager Jin decided that after everyone left work, she would gag herself, put on handcuffs, and enjoy a [X_X] massage, making her way home bound. She had pre-placed the handcuffs and keys to several small brass locks at her home. After everyone else had left, she turned off the lights in her office, locked the door, and began to put on the little toys she had brought in her bag.

Because Jin Zishan lives in the most upscale local community, Lin Qian's car without underground garage information is no way to enter the underground garage, Lin Qian can only park the car to the parking lot outside the community, and then put her arms around the head of the four stinky socks Jin Zishan to the community to go, with Jin Zishan's door card to brush open the community's most remote door, the two entered the community, with the head of the stinky socks of the Jin Zishan fear in the front of the road, she both looked forward to and afraid of running into the security patrol. She was both looking forward to and afraid of running into the security guards patrolling the area, but the road was surprisingly quiet and no one came across them. The two of them did not take a while to enter the building where Jin Zishan lives, and Lin Qian unzipped Jin Zishan's windbreaker and draped it over her head. Lin Qian first opened Jin Zishan's [X_X] chastity lock, and then took off Jin Zishan's black pantyhose with white water stains on her legs, pulled out the fake [X_X] and [X_X] and threw them and the pantyhose that had just been taken off to the door directly, and then Lin Qian dragged Jin Zishan into the bathroom and rinsed her [X_X] and her legs roughly, and then after she washed herself clean, Lin Qian threw her roughly onto the sofa and Lin Qian started to look for her in the house. The first thing I did was to look for the things she wanted to see in Jin Zishan's house. Not a moment's effort Lin Qian unsurprisingly in Jin Zishan's bedroom closet to find a neatly arranged in a variety of colors and materials straitjacket single gloves, but also in the drawer below to find a variety of colors of hemp rope cotton rope and a variety of strange and bizarre small toys and electric equipment, Lin Qian to all of these things brain all thrown to the coffee table in front of Jin Zishan, Lin Qian a pull down a few of the stinky socks in the head of the Jin Zishan so that she look at the toys in front of her. These toys. "Golden dog you have so many of these things, it seems that not less people to teach and play ah, has been acting as a high cold imperial sister did not think that privately is a slutty wave bitch ah" Lin Qian side with the voice to continue to insult Jin Zisan while using the key in the hand to open the mouth ball of the Jin Zisan, hard tugging on the mouth ball and pull out the inside of the spit-soaked flesh-colored pantyhose, Lin Qian threw them to the trash can and then took out a few pairs of smelly socks. Lin Qian threw them into the garbage can, then took out her cell phone and turned on the camera mode and pointed it at Jin Zi Shan, "Honestly tell me how many people you've been molested by." "No, I haven't, these things are all my own to buy to play, those straitjackets and single gloves are new," Jin Zishan answered Lin Qian's question in a small voice with her own still sore mouth, but Lin Qian obviously didn't get a satisfactory answer to the question and directly took off her own gray pantyhose and stuffed it into Jin Zishan's mouth, Lin Qian changed into a 40d pantyhose due to the weather turning cooler earlier. Lin Qian changed into 40d pantyhose and this has been linked to wear for four days long, 40d pantyhose directly rose full of Jin Zishan's mouth and Lin Qian still refused to meet and took off her lace panties and stuffed them into Jin Zishan's mouth, before Jin Zishan was going to spit it out Lin Qian used the adhesive tape in Jin Zishan's mouth hard winding three or four times, the stinky socks of Jin Zishan's mouth by the adhesive tape after the extrusion of the direct stuffing to the position of the eye of the throat. The last thing Lin Qian did was to take the tape and continue to wrap it around Jin Zishan's eyes for a few more times, and then finally took out the stinky socks that she had just taken off and put them back on Jin Zishan's head, and then finally put the familiar black pantyhose across the front of Jin Zishan's nose. "The old lady first education education you, and so my boyfriend came back to let him well educated to teach you, after you are the dog of our two couples, understand it" Lin Qian saw Jin Zishan heard not a little reaction raised his hand and gave Jin Zishan three slaps, Jin Zishan ate the pain and could only nod to show that he heard. Then Lin Qian to Jin Zishan's two handcuffs all unlocked and removed Jin Zishan wearing open black pantyhose, Jin Zishan just wanted to be handcuffed by the sore hands to pull open the head of the stinking socks, Lin Qian off Jin Zishan's hands backhand and two slaps, "Honestly don't move, the socks to put on". Jin Zishan has been Lin Qian slapped hard five slaps, the whole person was beaten by some of the blind, can only cooperate with Lin Qian put on a one-piece black stockings, wear after Lin Qian took out a black straitjacket to Jin Zishan wear, Jin Zishan this time for fear of being slapped again to fully cooperate with Lin Qian's wear, not two minutes Lin Qian will give Jin Zishan put on a good straitjacket. "I did not think that the golden dog you so also quite good-looking well, I see you these [X_X] seem to be more powerful than my small powder eh, the old lady first try" Lin Qian picked up Jin Zishan's [X_X] by one of their own test up, I did not think to try a few Lin Qian themselves on the [X_X] up, the body fluids trips in the leather couch of Jin Zishan left a path of water marks, Lin Qian, the body fluids trips in the leather couch of Jin Zishan left a path of water marks, the body fluids trips in the leather couch of Jin Zishan left a path of water marks, the body fluids trips in the leather couch of Jin Zishan left a path of water marks. A channel of water marks, Lin Qian as if not enough to play as continue to try each rod, finally in three [X_X] after she selected the frequency and strength of the most easy [X_X] one with tape on the root of the thighs of Jin Zishan, the head of the rod on the top of the Jin Zishan's [X_X], along with the Lin Qian to the highest level of the [X_X] Jin Zishan the whole person began to slightly shudder up. "Golden dog you really slut, a open on the beginning of trembling, you tonight in the bathtub to enjoy it, casually running water Oh" Finished Lin Qian help trembling Jin Zishan into the bathroom, Lin Qian in the bathtub spread two blankets after the Jin Zishan put down in it, and then bring the tie directly in the ankle of Jin Zishan knee below the tie on the two Road, Lin Qian! Lin Qian turned off the bathroom lights and stood in the doorway and said to Jin Zishan, "Golden Dog, enjoy yourself here, I'm going to enjoy your bed." Lin Qian left the bathroom only echoed the buzzing sound, Jin Zishan tried to get up from the bathtub to climb out, but the silky stockings and smooth bathtub wall after the lifting can not give a hint of friction, try a few times can not be successful to stand up after the [X_X] gradually broke through the willpower of the Jin Zishan, and once again, after the [X_X] Jin Zishan gave up the resistance directly to find a comfortable position lying in the bathtub to enjoy the Lin Qian selected for her. After another [X_X], Jin Zishan directly gave up resistance and found a comfortable position lying in the bathtub, enjoying the twenty-four hours of high-frequency [X_X] that Lin Qian had selected for her.

"Qiannu, you're really unfair," Zhang Hao said, removing the hoods from both of them with his keys. He immediately noticed that Lin Qian was wearing two new pairs of black stockings on her head. Zhang Hao then rummaged through the backpack he and Song Xue had brought and pulled out twenty to thirty pairs of used pantyhose. They were all sheer nude-colored pantyhose, with the toes of each pair slightly stiff and darkened from wear. The moment he took them out, a foul odor wafted out. Zhang Hao selected two of the smelliest pairs, balled them up, and then yanked off the two black stockings Lin Qian was wearing on her head. He then tore off the tape from Lin Qian's mouth and pulled out two pairs of pantyhose from inside. "Zhang Hao, you scumbag! Let me go, you bastard!" Lin Qian's curses were immediately muffled as Zhang Hao stuffed the two smelly pantyhose firmly into her mouth. The overwhelming stench instantly filled Lin Qian's mouth, and she immediately began to gag, desperately trying to push the salty, fishy ball of pantyhose out with her tongue. Zhang Hao grabbed the nude-colored tape and wrapped it around Lin Qian's lips and head four times. The immense pressure of the tape pushed the smelly pantyhose in Lin Qian's mouth all the way down to her throat. Now, Lin Qian finally understood Jin Zishan's suffering. Next, Zhang Hao tore off the black tape from Lin Qian's eyes. Under Lin Qian's furious gaze, he sealed her eyes shut again with nude-colored tape. Zhang Hao took out a nude-colored, smelly stocking, folded it, and placed it on Lin Qian's nose. He then put four nude-colored, smelly stockings on Lin Qian's head. The legs of each pair of stockings were pulled up to her chin, crossed, and then wrapped once around her neck. Finally, they were pulled up to the space between her nose and eyes, crossed again, and tied at the back of her head. With the binding of four smelly stockings and four panty legs, the smelly stocking on Lin Qian's nose fit perfectly against her nose. Now, every breath Lin Qian took was filled with the same sour, putrid smell as Jin Zishan. After dealing with Lin Qian's head, Zhang Hao directly used scissors to cut apart the black crotchless pantyhose Lin Qian was wearing on her upper body. Song Xue took out nude-colored medical tape from the backpack and handed it to Zhang Hao. She then took out a roll of medical gauze. Song Xue first wrapped Lin Qian's hands completely with the medical gauze, forming them into fists, and then Zhang Hao wrapped them again with the nude-colored tape. "Qiannu, feel your little hands. If you give me the keys to your chastity lock and handcuffs now, I might consider torturing you lightly. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless," Zhang Hao said, holding Lin Qian's head, which was wrapped into a ball with pantyhose, and pressing the remaining smelly stockings against Lin Qian's face, rubbing them back and forth. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph" Lin Qian struggled forcefully against Zhang Hao's hands, shaking her head vigorously to refuse Zhang Hao's demands. "It's fine. You've blocked up your own [X_X] anyway. I don't believe you won't need to use the toilet. Little Xue, this bitch is yours to play with."

"The boss must like stockings, all female employees have to wear them, and the colors are different for different departments. The nurses at our station don't even want to take their stockings home to wash them; they basically wear them for three or four days and then throw them away. They get so many anyway," Zheng Jiajia chatted with Zhang Hao along the way, and soon the car drove back to the entrance of the residential complex. "My other car is parked in the underground garage, so I'll have to trouble you to walk a bit further. Wait for me to get some things," Zhang Hao said, opening the trunk. Song Xue, bound tightly in a horse-fucking position in the trunk, heard the trunk open and turned her face, hidden by the pantyhose, towards Zhang Hao, whimpering. "This is..." Zheng Jiajia looked at Song Xue in the trunk, too astonished to speak. Excitement mixed with nervousness filled her heart. "This is Song Xue, one of my little slaves. Ms. Zheng, would you be willing to untie her and take her home?" Zheng Jiajia nodded slightly and began to untie the ropes on Song Xue. In a short while, the horse-fucking restraints on Song Xue were undone. Zheng Jiajia was still working hard to untie the restraints on Song Xue's legs, but at this moment, Zhang Hao returned to the car, rummaged through Zheng Jiajia's bag, and pulled out two pairs of smelly white stockings. Then, from his pocket, he produced a pair of handcuffs. Zhang Hao slowly walked behind Zheng Jiajia. Zheng Jiajia was still concentrating on untying Song Xue when suddenly something was stuffed into her mouth. Zheng Jiajia froze in shock from Zhang Hao's sudden attack. Zhang Hao, without missing a beat, handcuffed Zheng Jiajia's hands. "Miss Zheng, would you like to play something exciting?" Zheng Jiajia had never been gagged and handcuffed outdoors before. At this moment, she craved excitement so much that she couldn't care about anything else. Blushing, she nodded slightly, making muffled sounds as she bit down hard on the smelly stocking in her mouth. "Then Miss Zheng, don't move. I'll wrap you up, and then we'll go experience it." Saying this, Zhang Hao took out white tape and began to wrap Zheng Jiajia's hands. Zheng Jiajia cooperated by clenching her fists. After Zheng Jiajia's hands were wrapped into two white balls, Zhang Hao took out a pair of white short stockings from a pocket in the trunk and put them on Zheng Jiajia's hands. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph" Zhang Hao then taped Zheng Jiajia's mouth shut with white tape. Zheng Jiajia tried to speak, but only muffled sounds came out. Although she had heard this sound countless times when playing by herself with a gag, the tightly bound hands and the handcuffs restricting her arms brought her shame and excitement to a peak. Her [X_X] had already become hard, and a slight discharge had appeared. She couldn't wait to be bound like a mummy by the man behind her and struggle helplessly. Zhang Hao unlocked Zheng Jiajia's handcuffs with a key, took off her trench coat, then re-cuffed her hands and draped the trench coat over her. Song Xue in the trunk had already managed to sit up. Zhang Hao took out a trench coat and hat for Song Xue to wear as well. Finally, he put a scarf on Song Xue and a mask on Zheng Jiajia. Then, Zhang Hao, with an arm around each of them, walked towards Jin Zishan's house. As Zheng Jiajia entered Jin Zishan's luxurious apartment, the first thing she saw was Lin Qian, squatting on the ground, bound like a mummy. Zheng Jiajia, too excited to take off her high heels, rushed to Lin Qian's side and squatted down to observe her. Then she saw Zhang Xue on the sofa, already somewhat weak from [X_X]. Her entire face flushed with excitement as she ran to Zhang Hao and gestured with her bulging, gagged mouth, making muffled sounds. "There's one more person inside," Zhang Hao said, taking off Zheng Jiajia's trench coat and high heels before ushering her into the room with an arm around her. Zheng Jiajia stared at Jin Zishan, bound in a horse-fucking position on the bed, and was stunned. The woman's figure and the exquisite bondage on the bed captivated Zheng Jiajia. Zheng Jiajia turned her head, pointed at Jin Zishan on the bed with her chin, and let out continuous muffled cries. "Do you want to be bound with her? Then you [X_X] first and wait for me a moment. I'll get the ropes." Zheng Jiajia nodded frantically and then climbed onto Jin Zishan's bed, kneeling on it. Zhang Hao went out to get white tape, white thin cotton rope, and the original smelly stockings Zheng Jiajia had brought. Upon entering the room, he unlocked Zheng Jiajia's handcuffs and removed all her clothes. Zheng Jiajia's [X_X] was already fully erect with excitement. Her [X_X] panties were slightly damp with discharge. Zhang Hao cut open Zheng Jiajia's panties with scissors, leaving her with only the smelly stockings she had worn all day at work. Zhang Hao took out a new pair of stockings of the same style that Zheng Jiajia had brought, cut open the crotch, and put them on Zheng Jiajia. Then, he sealed Zheng Jiajia's eyes with tape. "Miss Zheng, are you ready? I'm starting now." Zhang Hao brought Zheng Jiajia's arms behind her back and used white thin cotton rope to tie her in a very tight Japanese rope bondage style. Zheng Jiajia's arms and body were tightly bound together by the rope. Her not-so-full [X_X] were also squeezed into round, prominent shapes by the rope. After binding her upper body, Zhang Hao peeled open the white pantyhose on Zheng Jiajia's buttocks and inserted Jin Zishan's collection of a twenty-five-centimeter dildo into Zheng Jiajia's [X_X]. Zheng Jiajia's initial soft moans turned into muffled cries as the dildo was fully inserted into her body. As Zhang Hao turned on the dildo's switch, Zheng Jiajia let out a lewd nasal sound, clamped her legs together, and writhed in place.

"Take off all your clothes and kneel facing the wall with your hands behind your back." Zhang Hao, enduring the pain, stripped off all his clothes. He knelt close to the wall, hands behind his back. Jin Zishan quickly put two handcuffs and two ankle cuffs on Zhang Hao. Finally, she clamped a large gag into Zhang Hao's gasping mouth. After carefully searching through Zhang Hao's discarded clothes and the bag he brought back, she couldn't find the key to the chastity lock. Jin Zishan turned on the shower and roughly rinsed Zhang Hao's face a few times before dragging him next to Zheng Jiajia and Zhang Xue. She threaded a rope through the chains of the two pairs of handcuffs and then through the second-floor railing. This time, she tightened the rope, gradually lifting him until Zhang Hao was only able to touch the ground with his tiptoes. Jin Zishan found Zhang Hao's phone and unlocked it by holding it to his face. She then opened WeChat and, after repeatedly scrolling through it, confirmed that the three girls tied up in the room were Zheng Jiajia, Zhang Xue, and Qi Nan. She opened their Moments and found their selfies. Jin Zishan first used scissors to cut the zip ties on the heads of the two girls squatting on the ground, then peeled off layers of smelly socks from their heads. As two small faces were revealed to Jin Zishan, she confirmed they were indeed Zheng Jiajia and Zhang Xue and began to untie them. "Sis, can you help me pull out the thing down there first? I can't take it anymore," Zheng Jiajia cried out loudly as soon as Jin Zishan pulled out the two white stockings from her mouth. Jin Zishan peeled away the white stockings wrapped around Zheng Jiajia's buttocks and pulled out a sticky, fake [X_X]. After re-adjusting Zheng Jiajia's stockings, Jin Zishan used scissors to cut the ropes binding Zheng Jiajia, and Zheng Jiajia slumped powerlessly to the ground. "Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu," Zhang Xue, still gagged, had the zip ties on her legs connected to the same ones on Zheng Jiajia's legs. Zheng Jiajia's fall directly pulled Zhang Xue to her knees. The rope binding Zhang Xue's wrists was pulling painfully, and she screamed at Jin Zishan with a pained expression. Seeing Zhang Xue's situation, Jin Zishan immediately cut short the ropes binding Zhang Xue's arms and the zip ties on her knees. The two girls collapsed powerlessly on the ground. Jin Zishan tore off the tape from Zhang Xue's mouth and pulled out two dripping black stockings. "The, the thing," Zhang Xue pointed at her [X_X] with her fists wrapped in black tape and black stockings. Jin Zishan immediately pulled out the fake [X_X] inside and then cut open all the tape on both of them. She helped them walk to the isolation area and lie on the bed. Jin Zishan then brought up two new bundles of bright yellow hemp rope from downstairs. "Although I know both of you sisters were brought here by Zhang Hao, it's our first meeting, so I'll just tie you up simply and gag you. I'll untie you when you've rested," she said. Hearing this, Zheng Jiajia and Zhang Xue on the bed brought their hands together in front of them, and their beautiful legs, one black and one white, were also tightly pressed together. Jin Zishan took out the hemp rope and simply tied their wrists, securing them to the metal posts at the head of the bed. Then, their ankles were also simply tied and secured to the metal posts at the foot of the bed. Finally, she stuffed two pairs of original stockings, freshly peeled from their heads, into each of their mouths. She sealed them tightly with black and white tape, then put a pair of stockings of their respective colors on their heads. Jin Zishan clapped her hands with satisfaction and walked back to the living room. Jin Zishan searched through all the cabinets in the bedroom, living room, bathroom, and kitchen that could fit a person, but she couldn't find the flight attendant named Qi Nan from Zhang Hao's phone. It wasn't until a muffled whimpering came from an inconspicuous black suitcase in the corner that Jin Zishan located Qi Nan. As Jin Zishan opened the suitcase, a mixed stench wafted out, making her cough uncontrollably. Jin Zishan carried Qi Nan out of the suitcase and onto the bed in the bedroom. Her first thought wasn't to untie her, but to immediately stuff the other person on the bed, Lin Qian, into that suitcase. Lin Qian, who had already fallen asleep again, was picked up by Jin Zishan and shoved into the narrow suitcase. Jin Zishan threw the extra smelly socks she had peeled off Zheng Jiajia and Zhang Xue into the suitcase and closed the lid. She then wrapped it tightly with tape for more than ten rounds, and Lin Qian finally woke up with a muffled cry. "Enjoy yourself in there, Lin Qian. I'll deal with you after I'm done with this scumbag Zhang Hao." Jin Zishan's abdomen, distended from the enema, was already aching. She could no longer bother rescuing Qi Nan on the bed and walked directly towards the suspended Zhang Hao. At this moment, Zhang Hao's eyes had recovered somewhat, and he glared at Jin Zishan with bloodshot eyes. "Where are the keys to our chastity locks?" Jin Zishan untied the large gag from Zhang Hao's mouth and pulled it out forcefully. "Let me go and I'll tie you up again, and I'll naturally tell you, wuwuwuwuwu." Before Zhang Hao could finish speaking, two pairs of smelly stockings he had brought back were stuffed into his mouth. After stuffing in two pairs, Jin Zishan felt it wasn't enough, so she took out another pair and stuffed them tightly into Zhang Hao's mouth. After stuffing in three pairs, she took out Zhang Hao's favorite flesh-colored tape and sealed the smelly stockings tightly in his mouth. "Don't worry, I have my ways of making you tell me," Jin Zishan had dozens of ideas for binding and torturing people in her mind, and now Zhang Hao had finally become her first guinea pig, about to experience the nightmare training of Queen Jin.