Seduced and conditioned, the saintly maiden was corrupted.

From the end of the dim corridor, two sets of footsteps echoed. One was different from the heavy tread of the guards; this one was crisp and resonant, each step falling with a melody that involuntarily quickened the heart. George, a trafficker by trade, recognized the sound instantly. High heels? What were they doing here? Could there be a female prisoner? Before George could even finish his thought, the crisp clicking grew closer, followed by the scrape of chains as the cell door opened. A guard appeared first, bowing respectfully. "My lady, please, come in." A leg, encased in pure white stockings, stepped elegantly and lightly over the threshold. The heel of her shoe struck the solid ground with a sharp "click-clack!" Two shapely calves entered George's view, the soft white stockings clinging tightly to the skin of her long legs. At the end of her calves were black, round-toed mid-heels, the heels about five centimeters. The toes of the shoes covered her nimble, stocking-clad feet, revealing the smooth, supple curve of her instep. Her ankles were subtly defined, exuding an extreme allure. Following the beautiful feet upwards, George took in her attire: a pristine nun's habit, beneath which was a white, form-fitting mini-dress. Below... Damn, she was wearing safety shorts! George's eyes widened in disbelief. He was forced to shift his gaze back upwards. Her slender neck revealed only a sliver of skin, tied with an elegant bow at the collar, from which hung a silver crucifix pendant. The curve of her bust was exaggerated, the soft white fabric stretched into a high, proud arc. Whether by design or accident, the two rounded mounds of her breasts were clearly outlined through the fabric, giving a more defined impression. Her waist then abruptly cinched, forming a slender, narrow waist beneath her ample bosom, before flaring outwards on either side. Her hips rose and fell like rolling hills, perfectly shaped like peaches. As she walked, the two long skirt panels, reaching down to her calves, swayed, subtly revealing glimpses of her legs. These weren't so much skirt panels as they were two unconventional capes, for the slits at the waist offered no real coverage. Instead, they hinted at the black safety shorts beneath, making one’s heart ache to lift the fabric and discover what lay within. Below the black safety shorts was a stretch of ivory-white, tender, soft skin. The black shorts and the white stockings' cuffs formed the absolute territory in countless men's hearts. Her physique was utterly perfect, devoid of any excess body fat except for her chest. George, who had seen countless women, silently marveled, giving her his highest evaluation. The hood. "Bastard, lower your dog eyes! The Heavenly Sect's Saintess has arrived, why aren't you kneeling!" The guard, seeing George's brazen gaze, was instantly enraged. He wouldn't dare look like that himself. He quickly pulled out his whip and cracked it against George. "Crack!" George yelped, his pupils contracting sharply. He muttered, "The Heavenly Sect's Saintess?"

This is too shameful. Delice lowered her head, her gaze falling upon the pair of terrifyingly large breasts. Her fair skin, encased in sheer stockings, reflected a decadent sheen from her neck to her toes, making her look like a meticulously packaged plaything. "Truly exquisite!" George couldn't help but inhale deeply, murmuring to himself, clearly satisfied with the girl's physique. Hearing this, Delice felt a mixture of embarrassment and indignant shame. She crossed her arms over her chest with one hand while covering her lower body with the other. Her seductive prostitute attire, combined with her coy, half-concealed demeanor, amplified the allure to its maximum. It created a striking contrast: dressed so provocatively, yet feigning modesty. This contrast didn't diminish her charm; instead, it stirred the deepest, darkest desires within, a craving to shatter the girl's innocence and expose her utter debauchery. "There are two more items. Put them on quickly." George's gaze remained fixed on Delice's full breasts, shifting from admiration to greed, then to a flicker of apprehension, as if plotting something wicked. Taking a deep breath, Delice no longer hesitated. Having already donned such a shameful outfit, a few more items wouldn't make a difference. She picked up the pair of high-heeled shoes and slipped her delicate feet into them. At the back of each shoe was a strap with a small lock. She hesitated for a moment before fastening the two straps and locking them. This way, unless a key was present, her delicate feet could not be removed from the high heels. Next, Delice picked up the highly suggestive slave collar. While she had agreed to wear it for a better slave experience, the act of actually putting it on filled her with a profound sense of humiliation. Having received a human education from childhood, knowing humans were the masters of all creation, the rulers, the lords of the world, she now had to wear a collar meant only for beasts, and fasten it herself. The intense feeling of willingly submitting to a lower status, like waves from the ocean, crashed and eroded her very being as a human. With a click, the collar closed. Delice didn't hesitate, quickly locking it to prevent herself from reconsidering. The cold collar snugly encircled Delice's neck, sending a shiver down her spine. When she twisted her neck, she felt a distinct restriction, as if her freedom had been taken away from that very moment. Rubbing her arms, she lowered her head and said to George with a voice laced with humiliation, "I've put them on." George's eyelids twitched, his desire intensifying. Suppressing his excitement, he said, "Good. You have the aura of a slave now that you're dressed. At least on the surface, there's no flaw." In that instant, Delice's delicate body trembled. She cautiously glanced at George with disbelief. This was the first time since she began her slave training that she hadn't been criticized; instead, she had been praised. This stirred a ripple within her heart, which had been filled with a sense of defeat. However, George saw every nuance of Delice's expression. As an experienced trainer, he understood that training couldn't solely rely on suppression; timely praise and warmth were also necessary. When a slave begins to doubt themselves, when they are at their lowest ebb, a small amount of care and praise can elicit complex emotions, becoming a beacon of light in their hearts. They even forget who caused their predicament. Clearly, after George's suppressive training, Delice had unknowingly begun to embrace his methods without realizing it. Next, he needed to make her experience true fear and helplessness. Only when one is in despair and sees a glimmer of hope will they rely on and trust him, becoming a bitch willing to be toyed with at his whim... George's thoughts became clearer, and he quickly formulated a taming plan. "Alright, before the special training begins, bring your hands behind your back. I need to tie you up first, to prevent you, this bitch, from offending your master again." George's tone was extremely serious, as if addressing a grave criminal, making Delice feel as though she had made a mistake and was being punished for it. Being tied up meant being at the mercy of another, her freedom and life held in their hands... Delice subtly furrowed her beautiful brows, belatedly coming to her senses. Delice, Delice, weren't you supposed to help your sister eradicate the heretics? Can't you even endure this small hardship? Only by truly embodying the role of a slave could she help her dear sister infiltrate! With that thought, she clenched her fists, her emotions gradually stabilizing. A hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and she said in a deep voice, "Come, tie me up. I won't resist." Having said that, she silently placed her hands behind her back, head held high, chest out, face turned away. In her mind, she pictured herself as a chaste captive marching to her execution, about to sacrifice herself for righteousness. Thinking this way, she could clearly feel that the impending act of being bound held less humiliation and more pride. This was her subconscious self-comfort at work. She actually agreed? Is this bitch really a masochist? George swallowed. Although he had considered the possibility that she would agree, when she truly presented herself in a posture of surrender, handing over her freedom to him, he still felt a twinge of nervousness. With complex emotions, George took out the ropes he usually used for high-ranking opponents, unfurled them, and approached the girl in her decadent attire from behind.

"This, this is also the nun's binding method? It's too severe," Delilah half-closed one eye, a flicker of pain flashing within. Her head, forced back, almost touched her fingers. The moment she moved her arms, tied behind her neck, her joints would throb with intense pain. George, however, ignored her, focusing on his task. After securing her arms, he unfurled another length of rope, looping it above and below the girl's provocatively thrusting breasts. The enormous mounds, covered by only a thin silk, swelled further as the rope tightened around their bases. Then, George skillfully maneuvered the rope around the girl's body, pulling and tugging, creating neat, regular diamond patterns. The net cinched her already slender waist even tighter. Her upper arms were also bound, tethered to her body. "So tight, I can't move. You're binding my whole body too?" In no time, Delilah's fiery, full body was securely ensnared by the dense ropes, as if she were wearing a woven rope garment. Her arms, in particular, were stretched to their limit, leaving no room for movement. "We're far from done with 'can't move'," George scoffed lightly, clearly not finished. He led the remaining rope from the front of Delilah's body, between her legs, and to her back. At this point, three pre-tied knots slowly slid into Delilah's exposed, sensitive nether regions. The cold hemp rope, with its slight barbs, caused an immediate itch upon contact. Delilah's breath quickened, and her legs, encased in skin-toned stockings, slowly drew together. Seizing the moment of her lowered guard, George pulled the rope taut, swiftly tying it to the girl's bound arms. Caught off guard, the three pre-made knots zipped into Delilah's sensitive private parts with startling speed. "Mmmph!" The intense stimulation caused Delilah's upper body, head thrown back, to violently arch forward. Her hips jutted out, and she curled into a ball. Her bright eyes rolled upwards, and a clear, captivating moan escaped her rosy lips. A blush crept across her exquisitely beautiful face. Her private parts assaulted by the sudden invasion, she instinctively struggled, trying to pull the slipped-in knots out. But her hands, already tightly bound, were utterly immobile. Instead, her struggles only tightened the ropes within her honeyed depths, and the large knots began a rebellious assault, pushing deeper. It was then that Delilah truly understood the power of the binding method George claimed was specifically for punishing nuns. Apart from her fingers, her arms were fixed almost immovably. Any attempt to move would trigger various mechanisms on her body. When she had first lifted her arms, it had pulled on the ropes around her nether regions, causing the knots to rub internally, sending waves of itchy, electric stimulation from that area. Forced to shift her arms downwards, she inadvertently pulled the rope behind her neck, causing her head to be forced back and her waist to arch. Otherwise, the constant pressure would lead to suffocation. As for moving side to side, that was the most profound sensation. The ropes firmly encircling her chest immediately acted like a pair of invisible hands, kneading her breasts. The swollen, constricting feeling was like a reminder that she had become a lamb ready for slaughter. "Ahhh~!" Delilah, having never experienced anything like this, gasped for air, her body covered in the rope net. Her face burned, her eyes glistened, and her tightly closed legs rubbed together, unable to stop the ropes from creeping deeper into her nether regions. Her sensitive petals, untouched by man, quickly became slick and moist under the intimate touch of the ropes. George watched with a burning gaze, looking at Delilah as if she were prey, yearning to pull her into his embrace and ravage her. But he knew it wasn't time yet. His gaze swept over the girl's long, shapely legs. "Spread your legs, I almost forgot," George said, pulling out a cotton swab-sized plug, and stating his next intention without hesitation.

"Alright, bitch... *cough cough cough*, I get it." Delis tilted her head up, looking straight ahead, instinctively wanting to nod. But she forgot that the rope around her neck was connected to her arms, and her arms to her ankles. The rope, which moved her entire body with a single pull, immediately began to violate the young girl intensely. Especially where the knot, as thick as a thumb, rubbed against her vulva, producing more fluid that slowly dripped down from her little hole. "Mmmph~! Ah~!" Her red lips parted slightly, letting out a series of soft moans. As her beautiful eyes widened, her body began to struggle violently. But the young girl, already bound into a human knot, showed no signs of movement. One could only guess at her current torment by the way she clenched her fists and kicked her jade feet, clad in high heels, back and forth. George let out a "

"Will anyone really not find out? It's so shameful. The renowned daughter of heaven, the current saintess from the Heavenly Sect's Holy See, dressed in a lewd succubus's little devil costume, her sacred body bound by ropes, her swollen breasts pressed even firmer. The diamond-shaped kinbaku on her fiery figure outlined exquisite rope paths, especially the crotch rope deeply embedded in her lower body. As the girl shifted her legs, it left trails of lewd moisture, flowing down her black-stockinged thighs and onto the ground. An iron chain was attached to the collar around the girl's neck, the other end held in the man's palm. Like a pet, she stumbled along behind him. The intense shame of being pointed at, gossiped about, and openly gawked at in public made Delice's pretty face flush, even her earlobes turned red. At the same time, her sense of shame was shattered by the passersby's discussions. She hadn't expected George to be so audacious, to actually bind her and parade her around. Even if she regretted it, there was no chance to resist. Her hands had long been bound behind her neck and tightly secured to her upper body, and she also wore real death row shackles on her feet. Her high heels were locked to her black-stockinged jade feet, leaving her completely unable to resist as George dragged her out. Of course, the Heavenly Sect saintess was widely known, so many people naturally recognized her. Thus, George had also preemptively placed a sexy butterfly mask on Delice's pretty face. This purple mask, the kind worn at masquerade balls, covered the upper half of the girl's cheeks. At the same time, her small mouth below was tightly gagged with a red ball gag, depriving her of the ability to speak wildly. It could be seen from her puffed-out cheeks that it seemed to be stuffed full as well. To prevent people from not knowing her identity, George also hung a nameplate on her chest, which read: The Vicious Succubus Girl, Delice. This was specially made by George. As for himself, he wore a waist token on his waist that proved his Heavenly Sect identity, which he had naturally searched from Delice. In this way, with the fiery little devil dress and the sexy mask on her pretty face, unless someone was particularly familiar with Delice, they would never imagine that the prisoner and criminal, bound tightly by ropes that dug into her flesh, dressed lewdly, and stumbling along, was the beloved Heavenly Sect saintess. Instead, due to George's Heavenly Sect identity, they would be even more convinced that the girl captured behind him was a lewd succubus. 'It's actually the legendary succubus, so slutty. I wish I could have sex with her.' 'Are you crazy? Do you want to be drained to death?' 'You don't know, do you? Succubi are powerful, but in recent years, means have been developed to suppress their yang energy. This expert from the Heavenly Sect's Holy See must have a way to control her. Look at those jade feet locked in her shoes. I wish I could take them off.' 'Enough, only talking about it will harm you.' Listening to the passersby's unbearable discussions, especially when some openly denigrated and insulted her character, calling her a slut, Delice's already rosy pretty face became even more flushed and alluring. Her jade body, wrapped in the seductive silk dress, began to tremble with excitement. She didn't understand why this was happening. She should feel angry... she should be angry. Is it true what George said, that she is a lewd bitch? Delice shook her head repeatedly. George's constant psychological suppression had made her begin to doubt herself. Coupled with the constant arousal day and night, she could only vent the lust within her body at the moments she was disciplined, humiliated, and verbally insulted. Delice subconsciously felt something was wrong, but whenever she tried to think... 'What? Just being gawked at makes you this excited?' George was always watching Delice's actions. Although bound by ropes, wearing a succubus costume, and shackled, the girl was unlikely to escape. But he knew she was the famous Heavenly Sect saintess. Although she was willing to be his bitch, to be disciplined by him, to accept his bondage and humiliation, and to be exposed in public, he had deceived her with righteousness. To prevent the girl from waking up or realizing something was wrong, George had recently begun to suppress Delice's opportunities for climax. Because once she climaxed, her blank mind would often speed up her thinking, allowing the girl to realize something. Therefore, George not only prevented her from climaxing but also bound her, making it impossible for her to even masturbate. The influence of the seductive silk dress kept her in a constant state of arousal. In this way, the dazed girl would only feel discomfort, and the time she spent thinking would become less and less. The two stopped. George seemed intentionally allowing people to admire the succubus's pathetic state, while Delice was extremely anxious and uneasy. Frankly speaking, the butterfly mask and ball gag did not provide her with any sense of security. The heart-pounding fear of being recognized by passersby at any moment occupied her mind, pushing her to the brink. 'Mmmph! Mmmph!' Suddenly, Delice seemed unable to bear being humiliated like this. In broad daylight, she thrashed her body and struggled violently. Her black-stockinged legs desperately stomped on her high heels, as if trying to shake them off. The ropes on her body also tightened with a creaking sound due to her movements and struggles. Clearly, facing George's exquisite binding techniques, and with Delice willingly being restrained, even with her extraordinary talent and vast powers, she could not break free from the ropes in this situation. But Delice would not engage in futile efforts. The root cause was that her body was being increasingly eroded by the seductive silk dress, and the desire accumulating within her body was growing stronger. Moreover, George was suppressing her, preventing her from venting. Her lower body was a mess of moisture, and Delice felt she was about to burst. She could only struggle to release the lust of her wet flesh. Furthermore, Delice believed that despite her disheveled appearance, her years of accumulated authority as a superior could still scare away these onlookers. As for whether she would be punished, the girl had no time to think about it. The more Delice thought about it, the more she felt it was a good idea. She feigned angry embarrassment and struggled violently, emitting seductive moans of resistance. On the surface, she displayed her anger at being treated like an animal and gawked at, all to make the ropes tighten further, thereby buffering the accumulated and unreleased desire within her body. 'Bold succubus, how dare you act so arrogantly in broad daylight!' George saw through Delice's little trick at a glance. Seeing the surrounding passersby looking startled and backing away, he immediately raised his palm and slapped her buttocks hard. A crisp slapping sound echoed.

"Lord... Master... Bitch is already dressed." Dalis lowered her once high and proud head, her charming eyes carried a bit of shyness and shame, her hands were placed at her sides as if she was an elementary school student, feeling uncomfortable all over. The flesh-colored version of her silk suit had already been removed, but was replaced with a black high-matching silk suit as a base for her skin, and the whole body was covered with black silk socks, as if she had a second skin, with a translucent reflection. On the outside, she wore a sexy black halter leather miniskirt, with a "Λ" shape formed by the fabric between her chest and the collar around her neck, and her shoulders wrapped in black silk were exposed, with her high, perky breasts holding up a tantalizing arc, and she could see the deep cleavage inside, and the waist was a cinched-in design that made the already flat waistline even more slender, with the waist slightly over her hips. Underneath the ultra-short skirt that slightly covered her hips, there were black silk legs wrapped in a watery silk garment, and it seemed that only a gust of wind could lift up the short skirt, revealing the fascinating lustful holes in the inner part of the skirt without any underwear. On her feet is a pair of twelve centimeters of locking pointed high heels, no key she can not rely on their own to take down, a full of sexually seductive black little devil dress up, her full of sacred atmosphere of the Holy Virgin dressed up with a phantom in general, every move is full of charm breath. Especially the neck collar, locked in the ankle small locks, as well as ultra-short skirt outside the black silk wrapped in the skin, as if at all times in giving a kind of sexual innuendo, it seems that her neck is still missing a chain to lock her, as long as the lock, will be able to bring this extremely seductive phantom to the home, at your disposal. Her face was lightly flushed, but even more charming, like a shy little phantom, exuding an aura of youthful innocence. In these three days, Dalis completely experienced what it means to be a sex slave, as long as there is a spare moment, George will make every effort to change the pattern of nailing her body, and after nailing it, he did not give her to unlock the ropes, but instead, he tied her into a team of horses and placed her on the side. At the beginning of the Dolores, for George shot into her body fluid always has a kind of physical aversion, but her aversion is George to find out, so there is a long period of time did not nappy her, but will be tied to put her aside. As expected, not long after, under the influence of the watery silk clothes, Delice's body started to be in heat continuously, but her body was tied up as a team of horses, so she had nowhere to go, and she could only struggle secretly and use the rope to relieve her body's erotic desires. In the end, she was really tortured by her passions, and under George's lure, Darius could only beg her master to shoot his fluids into her body, and only after admitting that he liked his master's fluids the most, did George let her go. In the face of this kind of thing, George kept telling her that it was a normal phenomenon, and that only a bitch would be in heat all the time, which meant that she was now disguised more and more like a dog. But only Delise herself knew that she was not pretending, it was her body that was getting more and more out of shape. She could only reassure herself that this was normal, but subconsciously perhaps even she hadn't realized that she was trusting George's training methods more. "Nice, that looks like it smells good!" George's eyes lit up, revealing a lecherous smile. "Master... Mother... Bitch wants... I want to take a leak." Dalis' eyelashes fluttered, her absolutely beautiful pretty face vaguely flushed a little red, and she strongly suppressed the shyness in her heart, her perfectly proportioned long and slender legs slightly rubbing together, and her fine, unblemished heels alternately stepping on the ground. A few days ago, her urethral lock had been removed. The lock had been removed a few days ago, and only yesterday had it been re-locked, and the uneducated young woman had only thought of it as a humiliating decoration, and hadn't known what it did, until just now when she realized that she couldn't pee at all. ..... "Oh? Then you pee!" George looked puzzled, but in fact his heart moved, he knew that this is a young girl to find himself begging for forgiveness, this is the right time to give her other sex toys. "I can't pee... I can't pee, it's locked, master, can you help me unlock it?" Dalis covered her lower body, her pretty face humiliated to the extreme, if she had known that this thing had this kind of effect, she would have said anything in the first place...... If she had known that this thing had this kind of effect, she would have said anything in the first place, but she might have been forced to wear it by him. This man likes to force her to do some things she doesn't like, every time she shows her aversion or reluctance, the other party will think of ways to torture her, leading to later even if she is reluctant in her heart, she doesn't dare to show her face again. "You said urination. Path lock ah? But this is the punishment given to you by your master!" George touched his head with a difficult face. Darius felt bitter in her heart, knowing that the other party was definitely going to make demands again and humiliate herself in different ways, she said in a trembling voice: "Master, please... I beg you to let the bitch untie herself, after that, you can punish my slave any way you want." Thinking that she would be subjected to another inhuman humiliation for the sake of peeing, she could only close her eyes tightly in resignation. "That's what you said." George's eyes rolled as if he thought of something happy, and pulled out the plug he had prepared earlier from his pocket. At the sight, even though Darius had no idea what it was, he gulped and his pretty red face paled a few shades. "This is an anal. It's an anal plug, so you can pee in your ass, one for one, fair enough!" George smirked with a gangly look. His own piss. Dolores bit her lip, thinking that if it was already this bad, it couldn't be any worse than it was now. Her voice was soft as if she had no strength, with a trill, "It's a bitch's pleasure." "That's good." George snorted, for a saintly woman who had become sycophantic, to be without dignity was to be without a spine, and would never be able to hold her head up in the face of herself. He pulled out the rope, came behind her, Dalis see this also dare not ask more questions, cooperate with the hand twisted back over. Then, George grabbed her arms folded together, the rope hitched in the middle of the small arm to start binding, in the girl's cooperation, in a while her two small arms can not move, the rope was bundled around more than ten circles, basically will be exposed to the belly of the black silk skin are completely covered. George also held the rope, around the girl's big arms and chest up and down are sequentially strangled together, the girl because of the suppression of the chest, had to lift up that pair of taut and erect breasts, and with the rope will be completely wrapped around the root of her breasts, she felt that as long as her arm swaying, will let the rope friction to her breasts, like electric current tingling excitement flowed through the whole body. "Uh-oh! Uhh! Ahh~!" From time to time, Darius let out a few gasps, with a shallow moan of a young girl, even though she pursed her lips, she still couldn't help but let out that seductive sound from her mouth, only because the ropes were binding her upper body, and that kind of friction of the ropes rubbing against the surface of her skin made her feel like her whole body was being played by countless pairs of big hands wantonly, and she was helpless, especially because every time she wanted to move, she could feel the ropes deepening and aggravating this sensation. This feeling was exacerbated by the deepening of the tightness of the ropes whenever she tried to move.

Dolores clenched her fists and knocked on the top of the chastity belt, her voice was so soft that it did not have any force, with a trembling voice: "This thing~ is so uncomfortable~ give me to unlock ah~". But this kind of panic of Darius, obviously George is intentionally designed, knowing that her desire is getting stronger and stronger, her body is getting more and more sensitive, but give her free time to think nonsense, but only seal her desire to vent. In this time of manipulated desire, she would spend years and years on her hands and knees, and in the end, she would even lose her morals, when George would come back and she would give his ass, and no matter what the other woman asked, she would have to give in to her strong sexual desires. "No, I can't, my body's already aggravated and I... I can't control my hands~ mmm~ ah~ no, I can't trample on myself anymore~ or else~ it'll be even harder~!" Dolores' eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes focused, and her palms unconsciously began to press on her breasts again, but she now knew that no matter how much she played with her breasts, when her lower body was under someone's control, she would not be able to control her breasts any longer. But now she already knew that no matter how much she played with her breasts, under the control of her lower body, it was impossible to release the lust in her body. "The rope, yes, the rope." Dolores grunted a hot breath from her pretty nose and braced herself against the table next to her, her ten toes curled up in her high heels and her legs gave way, nearly collapsing to the floor. She stumbled and staggered as she opened the suitcase where George had been tutoring her, lifted the lid, and inside was a bundle of ropes, her face flushed, her delicate fingers picked up one of the bundles, her watery eyes seemed to be misting again, and she winkingly shook off the ropes and lifted her head, recalling George's thoughts on bondage from the days of yore. After a few seconds, Darius sat on his knees and made a rope loop in the center of the rope, then gently placed it on the back of his neck, with each of the two strands coming from the back around the side neck to the front. Next, the two strands of rope that were together were knotted by Darius in turn, each knot having a gap of about four centimeters, and then she stepped the rope into her breasts. Then she stepped the rope into her cleavage and down against her belly button. Dolores spread her kneeling legs slightly and passed the rope over her chastity belt-sealed bottom, catching it behind her with one hand. One hand caught it from behind, the end of the rope wrapped around the knot reserved at the back of her neck, and yanked it downward. "Mmm~!" Dolores half narrowed her eyes, and a seductive whimper came out of her mouth, as the rough rope rubbed against her shirt and silk dress, and her flesh seemed to become even hotter as it was burned by lust, and she pinched the end of the rope with both hands from the left and the right, splitting the rope into two strands and wrapping it around from the back to the front, and passing it through the center of the strands of rope that were attached to her chest and together. As both strands of rope had been tied with knots, Dalis easily pulled it into the diamond shape of "O><O>", and the two huge rounded breasts were forced apart. Breasts, too, were forced to pull apart, but more and more show that the curvature, and then the young woman in turn on the belly repeatedly operation, a delicate diamond shape suddenly and gradually sketched in her perfect jade body. Although it was her own body, but Dalis obviously did not show any mercy, every pull is very hard, the rope are tightly eat into the flesh, hot flesh immediately feel if there is a sense of binding, as if there are countless pairs of big hands touching her skin, especially every time she breathed in and out of her breasts can be felt that this sense of tightness is more and more pronounced. "And then... Let's start with the feet." When she was about to tie her hands, Darius hesitated for a moment, but still pulled out her kneeling legs and laid them flat on the ground, her thighs pressed against her body, and the ropes began to be tied around her ankles. One turn, two turns... five turns. Five turns, the rope through the middle of the two legs tied on three turns to strengthen the rope, and then in turn in the calves, knees, thighs tied on the same steps. As if she wanted to strangle away the endless desire, Darius used all her strength in every twist and turn, the rope tightening the light gray skin, cutting her smooth, silky gray legs into pieces. "It seems... It's a little tight." Dolores frowned slightly and lifted her long, round legs, instantly feeling the pain in her legs. "It's too late to re-tie it, just like this." Delys' teeth chattered, and between breaths, she could feel the rope rubbing against her body, as if she was being played with by a big invisible hand, a small and cowardly feeling of helplessness enveloped her body, and her delicate body trembled like a tremor. She shifted her full hips and went to the chest again, looking for something to bind her hands with, and soon her charming eyes fluttered and she saw a pair of patent leather gloves. For some reason, she subconsciously felt that she should wear this, and this thing, which she had accidentally heard George introduce before, seemed to have the function of self-bondage. It was too late to think deeply, Dalis felt that her body had already come to the peak of the heat, and she urgently needed to bind herself up, so as to avoid her own imagination, so she picked up this glove and put it behind her, then she put her hands together against the entrance of the glove, and slowly put her fists through the inside of the glove, and when she wanted to continue to move upwards, she found that it seemed that she was not able to put the glove into it at all by herself. At this time, the pair of flat and uninteresting seems to feel something, just when Darius was in a dilemma, fu~ sound rang out, the single glove actually began to spread upwards, quickly covering the young woman's wrist, small arm, elbow, until the big arm was also covered by more than half of it. Then, two leather straps popped out from the mouth of the glove, strangled on Darius's double mountains in the shape of an "X", and then tied back to the mouth of the glove around her armpits, so that the girl's pair of dexterous and incomparable jade hands were thus behind her back, and arranged in the shape of a "Y". "I can't believe... I actually... put it on myself... it's... uh... ah...!" Dalis's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and just as her eyes surfaced with a surprise that was hard to hide, she realized that the plain and uninteresting single glove actually began to shrink faster, the air inside was pushed out, and her hands were brought together little by little, with no gaps, and the single glove of constraints was tightly and seamlessly covering the young woman's arms, as if it was fused into a single body. Dalis incredulously shook her arms that were bound by the gloves, but found that she couldn't shake them off at all, and her fingers were forced to curl up into a ball with her fists together inside the single glove, and the single glove wrapped around her with more and more strength and tighter and tighter, forcing her to lift up her waist and abdomen, and her chest that had been strangled and numbed by the ropes was also getting more and more lifted up. "Uhh~! But~hooo~ it feels~~finally~~ like I can relax~~hooooo~!" Dolores narrowed her charming eyes and fell heavily to the side, looking up at the ceiling with a relaxed look on her face, a tantalizing cry escaping from her throat, wrapped in the chastity belt that was wrapped around her lower body, and the chastity belt that was wrapped around her lower body, and the chastity belt that was wrapped around her lower body, and the chastity belt that was wrapped around her lower body. Inside the chastity belt wrapped around her lower body, a sea of liquid had already flowed, flooding the ground. She was so happy to be here, but she was so happy to be here, that she was so happy. "Damn~ I can't sit up~ It's so hard, my body~ Hooooooo~ It's getting hotter and hotter~ Stunned~ I can't do it~" Darius's shoulders shook, the ragged gasps from the tip of her nose became more and more urgent, the full heat felt like she was wrapped in steam, her pale gray skin was all red, and her arched body made it even harder, the two crystals that she couldn't see from the chastity belt blocking her vision, the two crystals that she couldn't see from the chastity belt. In her field of vision, the two crystalline, pink nests opened and closed, spewing out waves of lustful fluid. I'm dying, it's so hard!