About taming beautiful women in ancient times and comparing them to each other.

It was like this race, four female dogs, each belonging to one of the four court officials. Besides Minister of Revenue Yang Wanli and Grand Tutor Zhou Yong, the other two belonged to the leader of the Imperial Guards and the Minister of Rites. So, on the surface, it was a race between four female dogs, but in reality, it was a contest between four court officials. And according to the rules of the Great Liang Kingdom, the female dog that lost the race could be taken away by the winner. Grand Tutor Zhou Yong had orchestrated this event because he had taken a liking to Serena, wanting to take this female dog he had coveted for a long time home to tease and play with. Upon learning these details from Lin Zhong, Lin Fan lost more than half of his interest. He hadn't expected this world to be filled with schemes and deceit. With that thought, he simply waved his hand, forbidding anyone from following him, and walked away alone. "Steward Lin... should we follow him?" Lin Fugui asked cautiously. According to normal protocol, even if Lin Fan had given the order, Lin Zhong should have sent someone to follow and attend to him. However, Lin Fan had been in a foul temper earlier, prone to hitting and cursing, so no one was willing to court disaster. Lin Zhong inwardly felt a sense of foreboding, but considering this was the Grand Tutor's residence and there were servants and guards everywhere, his young master shouldn't cause any major trouble, right? ... With a sharp whistle, the race between the four female dogs officially began. It had to be said that these four women were accustomed to this life. They had long since adapted to crawling on their knees. Some of the female animals, having been trained for a long time, would even lose the ability to stand on two legs or use their arms after their restraints were removed. Such occurrences were not uncommon. The four female dogs began to "run" on the track. At first, they maintained the same pace, with little distance between them. But gradually, due to various factors, the gaps began to appear. Firstly, the restraints on each female dog played a significant role at this point. Those whose arms were bound by leather straps, with padding on their elbows and knees, would experience less resistance while crawling and would not suffer as much pain from friction with the ground. Soon, the first one to be eliminated appeared. She was a female dog wearing a tight black mesh suit. Although her knees and elbows were protected by padding, the anal plug inserted in her rear end began to take its toll. The anal plug inserted in her rear was larger, a sign of the owner's selfishness. As she crawled, the female dog had to endure intense pain from her rear, causing her body to weaken. Eventually, losing her balance, she flipped over onto her back, groaning in pain. She struggled for a long time but couldn't right herself. This female dog belonged to the leader of the Imperial Guards. After all, he was a rough martial artist who didn't understand the essence of training female animals. Many people inwardly scoffed. The leader of the Imperial Guards, seeing his loss of face, turned ashen, his lips twitching. He said nothing more, but his gaze towards his female dog became fierce. As for the remaining three female dogs, they were evenly matched, and it was difficult to determine a winner for a while. Although Serena had no leather straps, she could skillfully use her unrestrained arms, making her more agile than the other two female dogs. Thus, she maintained a leading position, on the verge of crossing the finish line. But with a cough from the Grand Tutor, the female dog in the white robe, closely following Serena, suddenly collapsed on the ground and stopped moving. Everyone was bewildered, thinking, "Is she giving up voluntarily?" But in the next second, the female dog's speed suddenly surged, quickly overtaking Serena and reaching the finish line first. "What the hell?" Yang Wanli's eyes bulged out in shock. What was going on? Was this some legendary lost art, the Kunlun sect's Toad Skill? "Hahaha!" Grand Tutor Zhou Yong burst into laughter, unable to contain himself. Yang Wanli's features contorted into a grimace. According to the rules, he had lost this race. Besides losing face, Serena would now become the Grand Tutor's plaything. Zhou Yong swaggered onto the track and took Serena's leash. Serena knelt on the ground, panting, her expression as calm as water. For her, changing masters, while not an everyday occurrence, didn't change the outcome. It was merely a different way of being bound and played with. She had long since become numb to this life of being treated like a pet daily, bound by ropes and shackles, unable to move, her mouth gagged so she couldn't make a sound. ...

Lin Fan had passed through easily enough, but Zhou Yutong's situation was far from simple. Although Zhou Yong didn't intend to pursue the matter, to avoid any repercussions, he ordered her to stay put at home for a few months. During this time, they would also plan the wedding, and once everything was ready, she would marry directly from the Grand Tutor's mansion to the Minister's mansion. Zhou Yutong stayed in her chambers, feeling dejected. At this moment, Zhou Chuchu, who was around her age and another daughter of Zhou Yong, came to her room to offer comfort. Zhou Chuchu entered wearing a pale purple long dress embroidered with peonies. A pink silk sash was tied around her slender waist, and beneath the hem, a pair of long, shapely legs clad in white stockings were visible. The dress was exquisitely ornate, her hair was like clouds, adorned with golden hairpins and pearls. Her features were as picturesque as a painting, her skin whiter than snow, and her waist and hips curved provocatively, exuding a sexy and languid charm with every movement. "Oh dear, Sister Yutong, don't fret about this matter. You're going to marry that fellow anyway, so just consider it an early wedding night," Zhou Chuchu said with a playful grin. As close sisters, Zhou Chuchu naturally knew about the significant incident that had befallen Zhou Yutong. However, to save face, Zhou Yutong had embellished the story, claiming she had broken free from her restraints, beaten Lin Fan soundly, and that he and his father had knelt before her to beg for forgiveness. She had almost convinced herself. "Oh? Is it really as Sister Yutong says?" A hint of slyness flickered in Zhou Chuchu's eyes. "You just said you were bound by that fellow with ropes and restraints, unable to move at all. How did you break free so easily afterward?" "Uh, well, I'm not tied up right now, so how can I demonstrate for you..." Zhou Yutong stammered, momentarily speechless. "That's simple! I'll tie you up myself, and then you can show me! Or are you perhaps lying to me, and you didn't actually let that fellow have his way with you for a long time after he caught you?" Zhou Chuchu used a taunt with a smile, a tactic that was all too effective on Zhou Yutong. "You... you... Come on, tie me up however you want. I can break free anyway!" Zhou Yutong, unwilling to lose face, could only brace herself and say. "Heh heh, luckily, I came prepared." With that, Zhou Chuchu left the room and soon returned with several large bundles of white cotton rope. "My dear sister, how would you like me to bind you?" Looking at the white cotton ropes in Zhou Chuchu's hands, Zhou Yutong's heart suddenly pounded. And deep within her, she felt a faint, nascent anticipation for the impending bondage? "Pah, pah, pah! I don't like this sort of thing! I'm just excited to show you my abilities," Zhou Yutong told herself inwardly, while outwardly maintaining an indifferent facade. "Do as you please. I have plenty of ways to break free. Even that fellow couldn't keep me bound, let alone you, a weak woman." "Alright then." Zhou Chuchu said, a triumphant glint in her eyes. She took the ropes and began to tie them around Zhou Yutong. However, unlike normal binding, which usually starts with the arms, Zhou Chuchu began with her thighs. After returning to her room, Zhou Yutong had changed into a luxurious sea-blue long dress, and on her legs, she wore white stockings that reached over her knees. She was dressed elegantly and nobly. Zhou Chuchu glanced at Yutong's dress, let out a chuckle, and then slowly lifted the hem. She accidentally caught a glimpse of delicate silk panties, but her hands didn't stop. Because the stockings were made of a soft, smooth material, Chuchu deliberately tied knots to secure them, binding her thighs in an eight-figure pattern. Zhou Yutong simply closed her eyes. Though she wouldn't admit it, as the ropes wound around her body, she felt a subtle thrill. This sensation was incredibly delicate, unlike anything she had felt when Lin Fan had tied her up. "Wait a moment... these are too tight! My legs are deforming..." "Since it's binding, of course it needs to be firm! What else would you expect? A game of make-believe?" After about a few minutes, Zhou Yutong's delicate body was tightly bound. Her breasts were encircled by four or five neat loops of rope. Her arms, clasped behind her back, were also bound several times at the wrists and elbows, with vertical reinforcements in between. The white ropes, beneath the water-blue dress, possessed a unique beauty. "Damn it! These are really tight..." Zhou Yutong struggled, but the ropes on her body didn't budge. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her fingers couldn't reach the knots. How could she possibly break free on her own? "Alright, you can start struggling now... Hmm... To make it more interesting, let's play a little game?" As Chuchu spoke, she took out an exquisite hourglass.

"Nephew, your uncle has long heard of your frail health. Just recently, someone brought me a piece of sea ginseng from Fusang. I've brought it specifically for you to strengthen your body!" His retainer handed a brocade box to Xu Tianxiang. Xu Tianxiang, holding the box with both hands, presented it to Lin Fan. For a Fourth-Rank Ministry of Revenue official to gift something to Lin Fan, who held no official position and was a mere political layman, and to do so with such deference, this man truly knew how to cast aside his pride. Lin Fan took one look and was amused to the point of anger. Sea ginseng? Wasn't this just dried sea cucumber? The cheaper kind cost dozens of yuan per jin. Was this guy trying to dismiss him like a beggar? Couldn't he have sent a Boston lobster? A king crab would have been acceptable too! "Besides this, I heard that you have a joyous occasion approaching, nephew. Your uncle has brought another gift. I hope you will accept it!" The sea cucumber was merely an appetizer; the real main course was yet to come. Two retainers pushed a small cart forward. On the cart sat a wooden box, intricately carved on the outside with flowers, birds, fish, and insects. The lines were exquisite, clearly the work of a master craftsman. But it was the contents within that truly astonished Lin Fan. Lying in the box was a beautiful woman dressed in a dark blue kimono, adorned with blue butterflies and golden maple leaves. She had long, gray hair tied into a ponytail. Her arms were bound behind her back in a Y-shape, and ropes cinched the base of her breasts. Her thighs were folded and bound, her ankles tied tightly to the ropes at her upper thighs. The woman was bound into a compact shape, forced to crouch with her chest held in and her head bowed, sitting within the box. Her geta sandals and white tabi socks were particularly striking. Her cherry lips were gagged with a metal, bone-shaped bit, strands of silver silk dangling to the bottom of the box. Her beautiful eyes, completely unobstructed, revealed amber pupils. Sensing the lid of the box being opened, the woman's delicate,粽子-like bound body trembled slightly. She then looked at Lin Fan with pitiful eyes, a blush appearing on her cheeks. "This is..." Lin Fan's heart soared with joy, though he maintained a calm facade. "Nephew, have you heard of Fusang?" "Japan! Of course, I know it. Famous for AV and the Electric Train Wolves!" "In Fusang, there is a pleasure district called Yoshiwara. This woman is the courtesan from Yoshiwara, named Hinazakura Sae! I purchased her at great expense some time ago and present her to you as a congratulatory gift. I hope you will accept her." Lin Fan made an inviting gesture. "Uncle Xu, please sit. Let's have some tea and chat." Xu Tianxiang did not sit. He smiled and said, "Nephew, I came today solely to deliver this ginseng to nourish your body. I have other matters to attend to. I will visit again to share tea and conversation when I have the time." Lin Fan blinked. "Uncle Xu, your attire doesn't suggest you're on official business." Xu Tianxiang chuckled. "I've arranged to attend a poetry gathering at the Misty Water Pavilion with some colleagues." Lin Fan's eyes widened. This guy seemed to have too much free time lately. Hearing that Xu Tianxiang was going to a literary gathering sparked a desire in him to join the fun. He smiled and said, "Uncle Xu, your nephew has a humble request. How about I accompany you to witness the occasion?" ... Just as Zhou Yutong and Lin Fan were heading towards the Misty Water Pavilion, at this very moment, on a mountain peak five hundred li outside the capital. Murong Yunyan's hands were bound behind her back, her forearms tightly lashed together, rendering her immobile. The ropes wrapped around her elbows and wrists, forming a standard Western-style straight-arm bind. Zhang San's tying skills were quite adept; it was no wonder, as he was originally a bandit, and kidnapping passing respectable women was practically routine for him. Murong Yunyan tried to twist her arms, but they were indeed securely fastened. Her arms were fixed behind her, allowing only slight movement of her fingers. But Zhang San wouldn't dare leave such a loophole. He had already tied the knot in a place her fingers couldn't reach and had also looped the rope around to her front. Her black, form-fitting nightgown was pulled into alluring curves by the ropes. Murong Yunyan frowned. The roots of her breasts were also constricted by the ropes, causing a slight swelling and discomfort. Her elegant legs, clad in stockings, were bound together in a seated, crossed position. The ropes binding her upper body were also connected to her ankles. As a result, she could only maintain a hunched, head-bowed posture, curled into a ball, her chest pressed against her calves. It was less a binding position and more a method of torture. In her mouth, she held an exquisite iron gag, its leather strap secured at the back of her head, forcing Murong Yunyan's mouth open to its maximum. "Hahaha! What a renowned female constable! Now you're just my plaything!" Zhang San saw Murong Yunyan biting the gag, struggling and whimpering in place, unable to free herself. He finally felt at ease. He walked forward with practiced ease, cupping her face with his rough, large hand, a look of arrogant greed on his face. "If I sell you to those big shots and have you trained into a bitch! Heh heh! I won't have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of my life!" The other ruffians around them also cheered in unison.

Dancers in maple-red robes lined up on stage, their skin as smooth and white as oil. Upon closer inspection, intricate silver patterns adorned their exposed skin. These were poems from the Book of Songs, meticulously inscribed by artisans with silver powder. Each dancer bore a different verse, and together, they formed a complete scripture of the Great Sun Tathagata. The name "Yan Shui Ge" suggested a place for Confucian scholars to discuss poetry and display their literary talents. In reality, it was the largest brothel in the entire Daliang kingdom, specializing in bringing in beauties from the Central Plains, Fusang, Southern Barbarians, Northern Qiang, and Gaul. Each woman was endowed with ample breasts and perky buttocks, possessing graceful figures and captivating charms. The establishment also boasted a signature dish known as the "Meatball Feast." The so-called Meatball Feast involved shaping precious and delectable minced meats from donkey, bear paw, yak, and lion into balls. These were then arranged on the bodies of naked women, using their bodies as platters. It was said that the aroma of the dishes, mingled with the women's natural scent, was unparalleled. The name "Meatball Feast" was also significant, implying not just the consumption of meat, but also the consumption of "people." As the music began, the dancers swayed to the rhythm of flutes and pipes. Dozens of jade-like legs, half-concealed and half-revealed, formed elegant and seductive curves. Zhang Yang, adorned in colorful robes, weaved through the formation. A wave of floral scents mixed with the aroma of rouge washed over him, yet it wasn't overpowering. The sight was truly a vision of beauty, reminding him of the idiom "a palace of wine and a forest of meat." Caiyi still wore her deep blue kimono, her clothes not stripped away. However, a metal collar was fastened around her neck, with the key hanging from a ring directly in front of it, visible to Caiyi at all times but just out of reach. Heavy shackles bound her hands and feet, clanking with a crisp sound as she moved. Her limbs were not folded like those of a normal female dog, but she maintained a posture of crawling on the ground. Caiyi's face was covered by a black silk blindfold, obscuring her captivating eyes. A horse-bit gag was stuffed between her full, cherry-like lips. Her face was flushed, and she panted softly, her cunt moist as she crawled behind Lin Fan, step by step. The entire Yan Shui Ge was much as Lin Fan had imagined. Men in opulent attire were scattered throughout, some in small groups, others drinking alone. The only commonality was that each man's lap or side was occupied by one or more beautiful, alluring women. Without exception, these women were all securely bound with ropes or restraints. Some, though tied up like dumplings, still nestled affectionately in the men's arms, acting coy and spoiled. Others, wearing collars, crawled obediently at their masters' feet, either letting strings of silver silk drip from their mouths or allowing the men to play with their exquisite breasts and tongues. "Ah... ah..." Sensual, seductive moans filled the air. Many men were openly disciplining their female slaves or "female dogs" on the spot, creating a scene of utter debauchery, a living tableau of the Kama Sutra. Today's attendees at the poetry gathering, besides Lin Fan and Xu Tianxiang from the Ministry of Revenue, included the host, the current Minister of Rites, Wu Qingshan. The old man appeared to be over seventy, still sporting a wispy goatee. He wore a gray robe, and if not for the two beautiful female dogs he was leading by leashes, he might have been mistaken for a literary scholar. After a brief introduction, a young man respectfully asked, "Lord Wu, can the poetry gathering commence?" Wu Qingshan smiled without answering. A servant nearby said, "Please wait a moment." With that, Old Wu's gaze drifted towards the entrance, as if awaiting someone's arrival. A moment later, the previously boisterous hall suddenly fell silent. A woman in a long, red dress slowly entered. Her black hair was casually styled into a bun, with an ancient wooden hairpin nestled among the dark strands. A thin veil covered her face, obscuring her full features, but her arched brows hinted at bright, deep eyes that made the hearts of the men in the hall pound. Lin Fan's gaze fixed on the red-clad courtesan. Though he couldn't see her face clearly, her aura and demeanor were undeniable. As the saying goes, "half-hidden, half-revealed." For these self-proclaimed romantic yet not vulgar literati, this veiled allure was a fatal form of sexiness. If a scantily clad beauty were to strut in, breasts heaving and hips swaying, these pretentious individuals would likely be indifferent. After all, these self-important, middle-aged literary enthusiasts were most captivated by this particular style. "This is Yun Ruyan, the foremost courtesan in the capital, and one of Yan Shui Ge's two top courtesans!" someone introduced Lin Fan. "Esteemed lords and talented scholars, we gather today at Yan Shui Ge. Not only are we honored to have Lord Wu, the Minister of Rites and a leading figure of the Heshan Sect, but we have also specially invited the renowned Yun Ruyan. This is truly a rare occasion for the capital's literary circles. I propose we engage in friendly competition, each showcasing our talents, to compose immortal verses inspired by the beautiful scenery of Yan Shui Ge, and to add further splendor to the peaceful and prosperous era of Daliang!" At this point, someone interjected, "Simply reciting poems and couplets lacks excitement. How about we... have a 'Poetry Binding' session?" a short, stout middle-aged man suggested. "What is a 'Poetry Binding' session?" Lin Fan, completely unfamiliar with the term, had to resort to his skill of not being ashamed to ask. "A 'Poetry Binding' session is where a group of people take turns reciting poems. Whoever composes a poem within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea can personally tie a restraint onto a woman! Once everyone has finished, and the woman is bound, the session concludes." Lin Fan's mind reeled. Poetry, binding... how could these two completely unrelated things possibly combine to create such an event? However, before he could react, the group of old literary enthusiasts was already eager. Yun Ruyan obediently walked to the center of the crowd, placing her slender, jade-like hands behind her back, quietly awaiting the impending restraints.

The mere thought of being bound and ravaged by Shangguan Wan before sent a tremor through Murong Yunyan's lower body, causing her to become slick with moisture. "Yes..." Zhang San inwardly seethed with hatred for Murong Yunyan. If he hadn't been outmatched, if he hadn't taken her medicine, if he hadn't feared pursuit by the Six Doors, he would have loved nothing more than to pin this little bitch to the ground and thoroughly ravage her right then and there. Zhang San clasped Murong Yunyan's hands behind her back, crossing them into a 'W' shape. The binding method described in the letter was quite detailed. Since Zhang San had Murong Yunyan's consent, he held nothing back. He pulled Murong Yunyan's hands up to her shoulder blades, her fingers nearly touching the back of her head. Then, the rope slowly wound around her wrists, four full coils before he stopped. He then reinforced the binding with a vertical cross-stitch to prevent the rope from loosening due to any struggles. "Mmm..." Murong Yunyan instinctively struggled twice, her heart sinking. This ice silkworm silk was truly extraordinary. She had already secretly tried to channel her internal energy to break the ropes, but her usually foolproof escape methods were completely ineffective. The ice silkworm silk had firmly secured her arms behind her, leaving no possibility of freeing herself. Zhang San's hands continued their work. He pulled a section of the rope from the bound area of Murong Yunyan's arms, extending it to the left and forcefully tightening it around the base of her firm, soft breasts. He gave a strong tug on the rope binding her cleavage, looped it around her arms, and brought it back behind Murong Yunyan. He then began to meticulously and earnestly bind the beauty before him according to the instructions in the letter. Zhang San was already an expert in bondage. With the guide to instruct him, his progress was naturally swift. In no time, delicate blue ropes crisscrossed Murong Yunyan's娇躯. The ice silkworm silk continued to weave around her body, looping around her neck, under her armpits, constricting her arms, and finally, creating beautiful diamond patterns on her already swollen breasts. This tight binding caused Murong Yunyan to let out a soft moan, her breathing becoming heavy. Under this restraint, she was forced to maintain a posture of chest out and head held high to alleviate the pressure slightly. However, this only made her already large breasts, constricted by the ropes, appear even fuller, rounder, and more alluring. Next, Zhang San brought the rope under Murong Yunyan's skirt and tightened it forcefully. Murong Yunyan nearly cried out, but she managed to suppress it, her face flushing with shame. The rope passed tightly beneath her skirt. Although the chastity belt protected her delicate honeypot from any direct stimulation, Murong Yunyan quickly discovered that if she struggled or twisted her body too much, the rope would pull on her skirt, driving the metal beads within the chastity belt deeper into her honeypot. The bandits nearby were mesmerized. The stunning female constable before them was acting like a docile female slave, allowing the man to bind her body. The fair complexion of her face was completely replaced by a rosy blush. The tight binding forced her to stand with her chest out, her upper body completely immobilized by the ropes. If not for the chastity belt, some of the more lustful men might have already charged forward. "Damn... this thing... it's to prevent us, isn't it!" One bandit exclaimed in realization. "Alas! She is a renowned constable of the court, after all. It's only natural that Lord Zhou wouldn't want us to take advantage," another replied. Murong Yunyan overheard the bandits' hushed whispers and inwardly regretted her recklessness to the extreme. She had severely underestimated the ice silkworm rope and the secret female binding techniques sent by Zhou Yong. Her breasts, now numb from the ropes, were experiencing a constant, uncomfortable tightness and swelling. And the rope passing beneath her skirt and between her legs, any slight struggle from her hands would immediately tug at the chastity belt, delivering unavoidable stimulation that almost made her climax. Murong Yunyan's once straight, beautiful legs were almost turned inward, her knees pressed together. Zhang San supported her and guided her to a chair, carefully taking hold of Murong Yunyan's leg, clad in white silk stockings. These jade-like legs were undoubtedly the most perfect he had ever seen. The smooth surface of the stockings accentuated her skin, which was as white as snow. The full, fleshy touch made him reluctant to let go. The well-proportioned, slender leg shape was clearly the result of meticulous training, further enhanced by those sexy white leather boots. Zhang San slowly took the ice silkworm rope and began to wrap it around her tightly pressed jade legs. Following the instructions on the letter, Zhang San first had Murong Yunyan lie face down on the carpet, folding her calves against her thighs. He then slowly wound the rope around her ankles, above and below her knees, and at the base of her thighs. Finally, he connected the rope binding her legs to the rope binding her wrists, completing the task. "Mmm..." Murong Yunyan was filled with frustration. She hadn't expected to be bound in such a shameful pose. Now, she had completely lost any chance of resistance. No matter what she had to face, she could only brace herself and confront it in her tightly bound state. In the eyes of the bandits, she was a peerless beauty bound like a zongzi, exuding an elegant sense of restraint. Her two beautiful white-stockinged legs seemed fused together, unable to separate. Her hands were firmly secured behind her, leaving no room for resistance. Only her fingers were seen constantly moving, as if trying to untie the ropes, but these knots were hidden in places she absolutely could not reach, making them impossible to undo easily. Murong Yunyan lay on the ground, wriggling her body. She was already regretting her actions and planned to use her trump card, instantly releasing a surge of internal energy to shatter the ropes. "Wait a moment... this rope..."

On either side of the stage, two burly men in black robes emerged, their imposing physiques a stark contrast to Lin Xiao's delicate beauty. "So... now you'll tie me up," Lin Xiao purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But let me warn you, if you don't satisfy me... hehe..." For her, this wasn't a performance; it was a rare opportunity for pleasure. Although the theme today was full body restraint, binding her limbs was still essential. One of the burly men produced a pair of heavy handcuffs and shackles. These were crafted from a special metal, far more resilient and durable than ordinary steel. Even for Lin Xiao, breaking them without a key would be no easy feat. The thick metal restraints quickly bound her slender wrists and ankles. Against the dark, mottled metal, Lin Xiao's form appeared even more delicate and vulnerable. The heavy shackles clinked with her movements, a rhythmic metallic chime. As if to demonstrate, Lin Xiao raised her hands and pulled gently to the sides. The chain between the handcuffs tautened, but remained unyielding, connecting them with a crisp snap. Lin Xiao shifted her body slightly. Such restraints were merely a minor inconvenience to her. However, she had to admit, her range of motion was indeed somewhat limited. This, she knew, was just an appetizer for the true confinement to come. A striking silver sphere was produced from the host's sleeve. Its surface was dotted with small holes. When shaken, a dull thudding sound emanated from its hollow interior. This was a potent aphrodisiac, designed to dissolve with saliva and flow down Lin Xiao's throat. The ball gag was thrust directly into her luscious lips, firmly pressing against her tongue. Lin Xiao's pearly white teeth gently bit down on the metal, rendering her incapable of uttering any coherent sound, leaving only seductive, muffled moans that ignited desire. Simultaneously, white bandages began to wrap around her slender arms. Lin Xiao's hands were clasped behind her back, the bandages encasing them along with the handcuffs. The pristine white cloth slowly enveloped her body, accentuating her graceful curves. For a woman skilled in martial arts, a single layer of restraint would be negligible. But when layered and repeated, like folded paper, it became exceptionally strong and difficult to escape. Under the gaze of the onlookers, Lin Xiao's alluring nakedness gradually vanished, replaced by a form bound and swaddled in layers of white cloth. Lin Xiao, perhaps experiencing this type of restraint for the first time, found it far more restrictive than traditional rope bondage. It secured her hands firmly behind her, leaving even her fingers immobile. Lin Xiao felt as though she were being slowly sealed within a white sarcophagus, her space to move diminishing by the second. This feeling of complete immobility was peculiar. The pressure of the bandages clung tightly to her skin. This inability to move, paradoxically, brought Lin Xiao a rare sense of satisfaction. The helplessness of not being able to resist held a powerful allure for her. Being completely enveloped in bandages amplified this feeling of powerlessness to its extreme. The audience below watched with wide eyes, witnessing an unfolding spectacle that defied their expectations. This novel method of binding, beyond its novelty, carried an air of the unknown. Many were silently observing the technique, their minds drifting to their own female slaves, imagining them similarly cocooned, writhing and struggling helplessly. It was clear that this full-body binding method was about to ignite a new trend across the Great Liang Dynasty. "Do you all know? In distant foreign lands, this mummification process preserves bodies for thousands of years without decay. Of course, to achieve such an effect, a series of treatments are necessary... such as... infusing the female slave's body with special liquids!" As if on cue, someone produced a bamboo tube. In this era, enemas were not primarily for BDSM or training, but more commonly for medical purposes. Some audience members with medical knowledge already guessed what was about to happen. A flicker of excitement crossed their eyes. The House of Ultimate Pleasure was truly extraordinary, to conceive of using such a method for training female slaves? How ingenious, how brilliant! "Mmmph!" A soft moan escaped Lin Xiao's lips, her body trembling slightly. The bamboo tube was pushed in its entirety, its contents fully infused into her abdomen. The tube was then withdrawn from her smooth, firm buttocks, her coveted garden exposed to the crowd's gaze. But the restraint was not yet complete. One of the burly men inserted a metal butt plug with a pull ring into Lin Xiao's tender anus. "Mmmph! ... Mmmph mmmph!!"