Beautiful women who fall into the trap

Teacher Chen knew her secret had been discovered by Xiao Qiang, and her face instantly flushed red. However, she maintained her teacher's authority and walked over to Xiao Qiang, speaking to him word by word, "Get out of here immediately, don't let me see you again." Xiao Qiang unhurriedly replied, "Then Teacher Chen, I'll have to share your beautiful photos with the entire class." Teacher Chen hadn't expected Xiao Qiang to dare threaten her, but now that he clearly had the photos in his possession, she could only tremble and ask, "What... what do you want?" Seeing the female teacher, who usually lectured him from on high, had compromised, Xiao Qiang was extremely pleased. "Of course, I want Teacher Chen to show me your beautiful body," he said, then told Teacher Chen to find her tools. Teacher Chen hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly opened the drawer. Inside, a dazzling array of items lay before her: ropes of various lengths, restraints, gags, blindfolds, nose hooks, and even some feminine toys that made Teacher Chen blush and lower her head. Seeing so many implements, Xiao Qiang also became excited. This unexpected windfall was too great. Xiao Qiang took out a spread-eagle leg cuff from the drawer. This cuff had a long bar between the two ankle restraints, forcing the user to stand with their legs spread at a certain angle and unable to bring them together. Xiao Qiang fastened this spread-eagle cuff onto Teacher Chen's ankles, forcing her to stand with her legs apart. Her tight pencil skirt naturally rode up due to her spread legs, and the crotch of Teacher Chen's gray stockings became faintly visible. Xiao Qiang stole a glance and saw that beneath the gray stockings' crotch was a pair of flesh-colored lace panties. Xiao Qiang then retrieved another restraint, bound Teacher Chen's hands behind her head, and hoisted her high up by a horizontal bar near the office door, forcing Teacher Chen to stretch her arms out completely, leaving her with no room to resist.

After changing, I packed my discarded pants and coat into my bag and took out a black leather restraint cuff. The cuff was simple. I put one on each hand and locked them with a small padlock. I thought about where to put the key. After some consideration, I decided to place it inside my high heels. The presence of the key inside the shoe, rubbing against my silken feet with every step, only heightened my arousal. A short chain connected the two cuffs. I brought my hands behind my back, binding them together with the chain. Everything was ready. My current attire was incredibly alluring: a tight black cheongsam adorned with rose patterns, a semi-sheer white hip-hugging skirt, and sexy black thigh-high stockings with heels. The overall effect was stunning. I began to walk, my steps slow and deliberate. Walking on this stone-paved path in these heels proved more challenging than I had anticipated. On my very first step, I nearly twisted my ankle. The heel of my shoe caught on the uneven stones, almost sending me tumbling. Realizing the difficulty, I became more cautious, closely observing my surroundings. Just as before, the area remained eerily quiet, with no one in sight. I continued forward, treading carefully in my heels. Despite my caution, each step felt precarious, as if I were on the verge of falling. Furthermore, my feet began to ache and go numb after only a few steps, making walking on this cobblestone path in heels a true torment. There were also steps to navigate. Ascending them required me to maintain my balance, and with my hands bound behind me, I had to rely entirely on my legs for stability. This proved to be quite difficult and significantly hindered my progress. As I walked, the hip-hugging skirt kept riding up, and the thigh-high stockings began to slide down my legs. This was the drawback of not wearing stockings with silicone grips. I had to strain with my hands, bound behind my back, to pull the skirt down and tug the stockings back up. The problems I encountered were far beyond my expectations. I had envisioned a beautiful, sensual outing in my feminine attire, but instead, I found myself in a rather embarrassing predicament. After not long, I even considered turning back and changing into my regular clothes. Lost in thought and conflicted, I became somewhat absentminded. I was so engrossed that I momentarily forgot I was still walking on the cobblestone path. As I reached a turn, I suddenly heard distinct footsteps approaching. My heart leaped into my throat. My recently calmed nerves were instantly replaced by intense anxiety. I immediately stopped walking, afraid to move forward. Just as I was desperately trying to find a place to hide, the approaching person rounded the corner. I had no choice but to try and appear as natural as possible, quickening my pace slightly, all the while hoping my heels wouldn't betray me at this crucial moment. I could clearly sense the other person pause upon seeing me. While a leisurely stroll here wasn't unusual, wearing such a revealing cheongsam and stockings was certainly out of the ordinary. Even more preposterous were the stiletto heels, a good ten centimeters high. Who would wear such heels for a mountain walk? Under their gaze, I did my best to maintain a semblance of normalcy and walked past them. I wondered if they turned to look at me after we passed. If they did, they would have seen my hands bound behind my back, and the shame of being exposed in such a revealing outfit intensified as I continued forward. I had no idea if they were still watching me. After passing, my heart pounded even harder. To be seen in this state, completely exposed and without any means of concealment, was incredibly embarrassing, especially when I was so unprepared.

The three ladies were ushered out of the room, feeling the sun on their skin, and realized they were in the courtyard. A wave of shame washed over them, their current state of humiliation exposed in the open. The head maid ordered the dogs belonging to Madam Zhang to be brought forth. Madam Zhang kept three dogs at home, which she sometimes played with. When not being entertained, they were attended to by three maids. Consequently, these three dogs were of noble breed, with sleek fur and boundless energy. At the head maid's command, the intricate restraints on the three ladies were undone. Feeling the ropes loosen, Madam Huang struggled to resist, but having been bound for so long, she lacked the strength and was easily subdued by two maids. The three ladies were then re-bound by the maids into a dog-like posture, supporting themselves on their elbows and knees, their arms and legs folded and secured, rendering their hands and feet unable to touch the hard ground. Accustomed to a life of luxury, where they were chauffeured everywhere and never lifted a finger for chores, the three ladies found it impossible to maintain the dog-bound position on their elbows and knees. Before long, they collapsed to the ground in pain. The head maid, resourceful as ever, ordered electrodes to be placed around the ladies as they knelt. Any attempt to fall would result in a severe electric shock. Initially, they were skeptical. Madam Huang collapsed once and was electrocuted to the brink of unconsciousness. Witnessing Madam Huang's agonizing screams, Madam Zhang and Madam Li could only strain to keep their elbows and knees on the ground, desperately trying not to falter. These ladies, who normally enjoyed afternoon tea and scenic views in this very courtyard, now found themselves crawling on the ground like puppies, at the mercy of maids they considered beneath them. Their aristocratic demeanor had vanished. Their high heels were then casually placed back onto their stockinged feet. Though their qipaos were now dusty and their stockings torn, the inherent value of these garments remained evident. The three dogs, previously brought in, were assigned one to each lady. Two leashes were attached, one to each dog's collar and one to each lady's neck. These leashes were then bound together. These noble dogs were not small and, having been fed exceptionally well, possessed considerable strength. The head maid instructed the maids to throw frisbees, a common method for training dogs, which the dogs would retrieve. Three maids simultaneously threw their frisbees. Upon seeing the frisbees fly, the three noble dogs immediately bolted in pursuit. The other end of the collars around their necks were tethered to the three ladies. This was a cruel twist for the ladies. Those supporting themselves on their elbows and knees were utterly incapable of matching the speed of the running dogs. They were dragged across the ground by the bolting dogs. Their positions varied as they were dragged: Madam Zhang was pulled on her side, Madam Huang's buttocks scraped the ground, and Madam Li fared the worst, being dragged while still in her kneeling posture. Fortunately, even the courtyard was carpeted with very soft rugs, preventing any substantial injury, though temporary physical pain was unavoidable. After retrieving the frisbees, the three dogs turned and ran back, dragging the three ladies in a circle, following the bounding poodles back to the starting point. The entire ordeal was excruciating and deeply humiliating for the three ladies, the tugging of the leashes causing immense pain and degradation. To add to their misery, some of the maids clapped and cheered around them, adding to their discomfort. Back at the starting point, the three ladies were repositioned into the elbow-supported kneeling posture, with electrodes placed around them. Despite the agony of being dragged, they were now forced to remain still, afraid to move even an inch. The maids approached and unclipped the leashes connecting them to the dogs. Three maids then each took hold of the leashes attached to the ladies' collars. At the head maid's command, the three maids began to walk, pulling the leashes. The three ladies, feeling the collars on their necks being tugged, could only move their elbows and knees, struggling to propel their bodies forward in a crawling motion. They dared not slacken, not out of willingness, but because another maid followed behind each lady, wielding a whip. Any lady who slacked or crawled too slowly would face a severe lashing from the maid behind her. The three ladies could only continue crawling across the vast courtyard, their arms and legs growing numb.

Continuing downhill in stilettos would be unbearable. My silk-clad feet and legs were already aching from walking so long in them. I sat on a stone bench, kicked off the heels, and placed them aside. My bare feet, clad only in thin nylons, rested directly on the stone path. Though a bit cool, the relief from the stilettos was immense. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out a pair of small leather shoes I'd brought. They were a size too big, and I often felt them slipping, but with only a 3-centimeter heel, practically flat, they would make the descent much easier. I slipped my nylon-clad feet into the leather shoes, tucking the stilettos back into my bag. However, these shoes had a drawback. Perhaps I'd bought them cheaply, but within two minutes of putting them on, my feet felt noticeably stuffy, as if I'd worn them all day. Foot sweat began to form uncontrollably. I debated whether to bind my hands behind my back with the restraints. Initially, I'd decided against it, but since I'd switched from stilettos to the flatter shoes, making walking easier, I felt I needed to compensate in other ways. After much thought and internal struggle, I secured my hands behind me with the restraints. I considered holding the key, but ultimately decided to toss it into one of the leather shoes. This way, I could feel its presence and wouldn't lose it. However, the key pressing through the thin nylon against my foot was a constant, slightly uncomfortable sensation. Slinging my bag back over my shoulder, I tried to stand from the stone bench, ready to continue my exhibitionist bondage game. I decided to take a different path down the mountain, not the one I'd ascended. The path up had been too rugged. The other side was much flatter, with more uniform and appropriately sized steps, perfect for my new leather shoes. As dusk deepened, a cool breeze swept across the mountaintop. My thin qipao offered little warmth, prompting me to quicken my pace, eager to leave. Yet, I was reluctant to end the game so simply. Having come all this way, I wanted to play it out fully. The alternative path was also pitch black. For some reason, this small mountain had no lighting system, plunging into darkness at night. With my hands bound behind me, I couldn't reach for a flashlight to illuminate the way. The path was heavily canopied with trees, and the moonlight struggled to penetrate, making it even darker than the path I'd taken earlier. I had no choice but to slow my steps, my leather-shod feet tentatively finding the stairs in the gloom. The dark woods instilled a sense of fear, and my nylon-clad legs trembled slightly. Perhaps the long walk had taken its toll, and the physical exhaustion combined with my fear extinguished any desire for further bondage and exposure. All I wanted was to reach the base of the mountain quickly. But the more I rushed, the more likely problems became. My hurried steps caused the ill-fitting leather shoe to slip off my smooth, nylon-clad foot. More embarrassingly, the key to my restraints was inside that very shoe. My plan had been to unlock the restraints and free my hands, but now the shoe had skidded several steps down, landing on its side. I couldn't be sure if the key was still inside. I was left with one foot in a leather shoe and the other bare, clad only in thin nylon. The steps in the dark were invisible. The cold stone directly against my nylon-clad foot sent a shiver of fear through me. Yet, my urgency to check for the key propelled me forward, even in my stockinged foot, to the shoe. I crouched down, my back to the shoe, allowing my bound hands to reach it. I fumbled inside, growing more disappointed with each touch. The key seemed to be gone. A wave of despair washed over me. While the lock on the restraints wasn't particularly robust, I couldn't possibly open it without the key, let alone change my clothes. Was I really going to have to seek help looking like this? I continued to search inside the shoe, hoping to find the key. As my fingers brushed against metal, a surge of excitement courted through me. The key had simply slid to the very back of the shoe. In my haste, I hadn't noticed. With renewed searching, I finally grasped the key. My trembling hands unlocked the restraints. I flexed my wrists, which had been bound for a while, feeling an immense sense of relief. Being free would significantly speed up my descent.