Dangerous Hobbies of a Female Detective

As a private investigator, I possess a natural agility that most people lack, a gift seemingly innate. My combat skills even surpass those of most SWAT officers. However, this isn't the primary reason for my popularity. After all, losing a fight to a woman isn't exactly a point of pride for those detectives. More significantly, my 172cm height, movie-star looks, and model-like physique are what truly make me the "belle of the detective world." Despite being constantly surrounded by admirers, at 26, I still don't have a boyfriend. I always maintain a cool demeanor towards all suitors, and over time, people have learned to "admire from afar, not to touch." They've even given me the nickname "Ice Queen." This has, in turn, fueled various rumors about my single status. Some speculate that my orphan background makes me inherently unsuited for close relationships, others that I'm a lesbian and thus "uninterested" in men, or that I'm already kept by some wealthy businessman. Similar gossip erupts around me periodically. These theories are all "well-reasoned," yet entirely wrong. Only one point is correct: the reason I don't have a boyfriend is indeed because I have a secret – a truly unspeakable one – I am a masochist... I don't know when this subcultural preference emerged. Perhaps it was playing the captured female guerrilla in war games as a child in the orphanage, or the escape and evasion training during my martial arts studies, or maybe it was the series of kidnapping cases I encountered early in my career. Regardless, ever since I "casually" investigated a drug case two years ago and fell into the kidnappers' den, where I was subjected to SM training, I've been hooked. My interests have broadened, and the intensity has deepened. Looking back, it must be more than just the influence of those trainers; there must have been a seed of masochism within me from birth. Although I'm a professional investigator, I don't belong to any specific agency. My name and photo appearing in a few offices are merely for mutual benefit, a "挂靠" (gūakào - affiliation). The agencies use my image as a billboard to attract clients, while I leverage their premises to solicit business, giving them a percentage of my earnings as a "rebate." As a freelancer, I don't need to clock in at those stuffy offices daily. To facilitate communication with the police (and, of course, to take on more cases), after being rescued from that drug case two years ago, I used my accumulated earnings to purchase a one-bedroom apartment in a complex not far from the police station. This place has become my personal paradise for indulging in my masochistic lifestyle. Every time I return home, I take out a few items from my closet to satisfy my desires. This solitary life at home has continued since I moved in. In terms of my specific orientation, I am almost a complete masochist. Perhaps it's a lingering effect from that harrowing experience in the den, or maybe it's a way to balance the assertiveness required in my profession. In any case, I find more pleasure in restraining myself than in restraining and training others. However, for professional and personal safety reasons, I've always confined my hobbies to self-bondage and mild self-harm. After all, being completely restrained and trained into a total sex slave by someone else – one such experience was more than enough... Therefore, finding a dominant is completely out of the question for me.

I swiftly unfastened my coat, shedding my sweater to the side, revealing my firm, pale skin before quickly grabbing the leather outfit. "Wow! My little Yingying, in such a hurry? You're not even wearing underwear?" Sister Wen exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice. "You're a detective, how did you turn into such a slutty mess?" "It's all because of your wonderfully bizarre toys!" "Oh, you little troublemaker, and now you're blaming us leatherworkers who are just doing our job for you?" I didn't have time to banter with Sister Wen any longer, my attention fully focused on the leather outfit before me. It was a mesh "garment" composed of a series of leather straps of varying widths. The high-quality black leather felt smooth and luxurious to the touch, the inner lining softened for a comfortable feel against the skin, while the outer layer was made of matte-finished top-grain cowhide, incredibly resilient. Between the two layers of leather, as per my request, a fine steel mesh was embedded, rendering it impervious even to scissors, greatly enhancing the restraint capabilities of the straps. The connection points between the straps were polished, robust stainless steel rings, seemingly a testament to the outfit's unbreakable nature. Of course, the addition of stainless steel significantly increased the overall weight of the entire restraint suit. I lifted it, weighing it in my hand; the entire outfit must have been close to 30 pounds. The sheer weight alone would be a considerable burden. This was an outfit I had helped design, so I was intimately familiar with its functions. After confirming its superior craftsmanship, I wasted no further time and eagerly began to put it on. Recalling the process of designing this restraint suit, I decided to start with the collar around my neck. It was a sturdy black collar, about 5 centimeters wide, with semicircular stainless steel D-rings on the front, back, left, and right, giving it a decidedly submissive appearance. Since it was custom-fitted to my neck, there were no adjustment buckles – in fact, the entire outfit was designed this way. The collar opened at the back right of my neck, featuring an elastic clasp similar to a door lock. A simple click of the latch into the buckle secured it, and releasing it required a gentle press of the tab behind the latch followed by a light pull, making it incredibly convenient. I asked Sister Wen to support the other straps while I adjusted the collar into place. With a "click," the collar fastened around my neck. A thin layer of sponge padding on the inside of the collar ensured comfort and unimpeded breathing, while also allowing the collar to fit snugly against my neck, leaving no gaps. Once the collar was on, the nearly 30-pound weight of the entire outfit transferred to me, making it difficult to bear. Fortunately, Sister Wen was still by my side, and I quickly sought her assistance. She helped support some of the straps, allowing me to finally manage the chest straps with relative ease. A strap extended from the front and back of the collar, connecting to the chest straps. Following them down led to two straps around my chest. These two straps corresponded to the upper and lower edges of my breasts. After fastening the buckle at the back right, the straps cinched tightly around my body. I hadn't left any room when taking measurements, and the two straps dug slightly into my flesh, their surfaces flush with the surrounding skin. Between these two straps were two elastic black leather loops, perfectly positioned to cup my breasts, which were already framed by the three straps – one vertical and two horizontal. Sister Wen stretched the loops wide, and my breasts slid into them. As she released them, the loops automatically settled at the base of my breasts, their elastic pressure pushing them upwards, instantly transforming my natural C-cups into a D+! Wow! I had seen this design in a bondage-themed video, and I never expected it to look even better in reality! Sister Wen, looking at my proud cleavage, couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. "Yingying, you've suddenly become a bombshell! Next time, I'll have your Brother Shen make one like this for me too!"

"On either side of the chest strap, there are two short straps to secure the upper arms. On the vertical strap at the back, there's a connected pair of leather handcuffs, positioned just below the neck collar, quite high up. But with your flexibility, you should be able to reach them," Sister Wen began to explain each buckle of the straitjacket. I listened intently, increasingly impressed by the design of this leather attire. Everything was so precise, not too loose, not too tight, right at the edge of my self-binding capabilities, perfectly so. "The ring at the buttock can also serve as an external retainer for a butt plug. This one is a butt plug specially made for you by Brother Shen. It's inflatable and also has an enema function. See here, on the base of the plug, there's a hexagonal rotating switch. Once you align it with the ring and turn the switch, the internal barb will hook onto the ring, preventing the plug from falling out. Of course, once you inflate it, it won't fall out anyway." "This design is truly ingenious!" I couldn't help but exclaim, giving Sister Wen a thumbs-up. Sister Wen smiled, "You can thank Brother Shen properly later. See the small rings on the inside of the straps on your legs?" I looked down closely, only then noticing that all the straps on my legs had two small stainless steel rings between the legs, front and back. The rings faced forward, fixed to the straps and unable to rotate, with internal threading. "When you need to restrain your legs, stack the four rings, front and back, together. Use this to pass through all four rings, then screw on the nut," Sister Wen said, taking out a silver screw, 5 millimeters thick and 10 centimeters long, along with a nut. "The screws for the ankles are shorter; just align and screw them on." Finally, Sister Wen produced a horse gag with an eye mask. "This is the matching head restraint. You see, there's a small collar underneath, which matches the one on your neck. When securing it, just align the four protruding small rings on the sides with the small rings on your neck – front left, front right, back left, back right – and then fix it with screws. The method is the same as for your legs. But this is just something Brother Shen tinkered with when he was bored; it has no practical use, and you probably won't need it." "One more thing, all the buckles and screws on this garment have an extra small hole for a tiny lock. This means every movable part of this garment can actually be locked. Although you're into self-binding, we added this mechanism ourselves because it greatly enhances the stimulation." After talking so much, Sister Wen was thirsty, but I couldn't spare a thought for her water cup. The explanation had completely captivated me! Truly, Sister Wen knows me best! She and Brother Shen not only know my body well but have also seen through my heart! For a long time, I've harbored a desire to bind myself tightly, but I've only dared to think about it, never to act on it. At home, I've only gone as far as using handcuffs and ankle cuffs while doing chores, or tying a turtle shell with rope while sleeping. Even the straitjacket I designed myself only had a pair of leather handcuffs at the back. But today, they have fulfilled my ultimate fantasy! Sister Wen, Brother Shen, how can I ever thank you enough! "Alright, it's getting late. After you take it off, eat something here, and then head home," Sister Wen said. "Can... I not take it off?" I don't know why I blurted out those words. Perhaps my inner desires were just too strong. "It's okay if you don't take it off now. Let's eat first," Sister Wen said, knowing full well how much I loved this outfit. She helped me put on my sweater and supported me as I stumbled out of the studio. Walking in 16-centimeter high heels is indeed torture, but relying on my excellent balance and the foundation built from years of rigorous training, I still managed to make my way to the back kitchen on my own. Brother Shen was already waiting for us with dinner. "Yingying, why are you still wearing it?" Brother Shen asked, looking surprised at the leather straps and chains on my legs. "Who told you to make it so well? Yingying doesn't want to take it off!" Sister Wen blurted out everything I was too embarrassed to say, but at least it spared me the awkwardness of admitting it myself.

The opportunity slipped away as quickly as it came. It wasn't until the inflatable dildo of the harness-style gag was shoved into my mouth that I realized I had just lost what was likely my last chance to cry for help tonight! I suddenly began to struggle frantically, trying to scream for help with my mouth full. Greaseface was clearly startled by my actions, proving he was a coward after all! But Blue Hair, standing beside him, was quick to cover my mouth! The man's palm, combined with the gag already in my mouth, once again filtered my cries into faint "muffled" sounds. Greaseface quickly recovered, opened the inflation valve, and began to pump air into the gag. The dildo-shaped gag rapidly expanded inside my mouth, and within seconds, I was completely silenced. Seemingly intimidated by my sudden resistance, Greaseface inflated the gag more forcefully this time. My mouth was stretched to its absolute limit, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. After subduing me once more, they gave me no further chances. They swiftly secured all the straps and blindfolded me. No matter how I pleaded with my eyes, it was useless. Deprived of my sight, I was utterly reduced to their captive, stripped of any possibility of freedom. My fate was now entirely in their hands. The bus continued to sway and rumble along, but I was plunged into despair. I knew there was almost no chance of returning home safely. In the eyes of these men, my looks and figure already qualified me as a "temptress," especially dressed in such a lewd manner. And my two vigorous struggles had only enraged these two perverts further. There was no way this night would end well for me. And the "culprit" behind this desperate situation was myself. I had truly brought this upon myself! Greaseface's hand continued to rub my [X_X] for a while longer before suddenly disappearing. There was no longer any presence beside me. I vaguely heard him return to the back seat, seemingly to confer with Blue Hair. The noisy engine of the bus made it impossible for me to discern their conversation. Although I had escaped further violation, my sixth sense told me they were discussing anything but good things. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Greaseface's voice returned to my ears: "You slut, we're taking you somewhere nice in a bit. You'll come with us obediently, or we'll dump you halfway there and open this thing up, letting you come to a roadside orgasm!" Before he even finished speaking, the dildo below me began to vibrate wildly! They had the remote control! While I had expected this, it was still a significant blow. Now, my entire lifeline was in their hands. I had no choice but to submit. I could only nod in resignation. "Driver! Stop the bus!" About two minutes later, Greaseface and Blue Hair, one on each side, lifted me from my seat and ushered me towards the rear door.

Under the sway of a peculiar notion, I brought the straitjacket to the cage. The plan was to put it on, then get inside this cage and lock myself up! I was quite familiar with this straitjacket by now. After stripping off all my clothes and donning a pair of black, ultra-thin stockings with an open crotch, I put on all the straps except for the handcuffs and the gag, and then inserted the dildo, butt plug, and catheter into my [X_X] and [X_X]. Once secured, I was once again a person rendered utterly helpless. This time, I made sure to engage all the buckles, locking my legs together as well. My mobility was even more restricted than when I was in the small room. But the real star of the show was the iron cage. I curled my body and wriggled my way to the open cage door, using my hands to grip it and my joined feet to push myself in inch by inch. Halfway in, my back hit the opposite wall. There was no other way; the space for restraining a submissive could only be so small, haha... I adjusted my angle again with my hands, then lifted my hips and contorted my upper body into a folded position to make space. With a push of my legs against the floor, I finally got most of my body inside. Compared to my heavy torso, the part from my knees to my toes, still outside, was much easier. After shuffling around inside the cage to adjust my position, a simple bend of my knees brought my feet in naturally. Honestly, compared to walking on a mountain road blindfolded and gagged, under the watch of two thugs while wearing sky-high heels, squeezing into this dog cage was hardly a challenge. Now for the part where the little slave is locked up with no escape! Suppressing the urge, I found two timer locks in the corner of the cage. These were my usual tools. I set the unlock times and then locked them onto the top and bottom corners of the cage door. Until these locks disengage, there's no way I can escape this iron cage. This time was no different. I closed the cage door, set both locks for three hours, and secured the door. With two crisp "clicks," the magnetic locks engaged, and I was confined to this cage for the next three hours, whether I completed the remaining restraints or not. Of course, I wouldn't skip the final restraints. After all, being unable to escape was only one aspect; fully restraining myself was what would bring the most direct sensations. From the thigh harness, I retrieved the remote. I set all the devices on my body to "immediate activation, gradually increasing power." A wave of comfortable tingling soon spread from my [X_X], rear, and chest simultaneously. "Mmm..." I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. Self-discipline sessions were always so enjoyable! "The thugs who kidnapped me wouldn't be so considerate as to let me go. They'd definitely make a slut like me cum until I'm completely exhausted, wouldn't they..." Thinking that I'd have nothing to do for the next three hours of confinement, I couldn't let myself lose this only source of pleasure. So, I grabbed the remote and tossed it through the bars of the cage into a corner of the room! All the pleasure toys on my body would gradually increase in power over time until they reached their maximum. Soon, the electro pads on my skin would join the fray. Time was of the essence. After one final check to ensure everything was ready, I put on the gag and, not forgetting to engage all the buckles, completely restrained my neck and head. Then, I brought my hands behind my back and fumbled to fasten the handcuffs on my wrists! "Click... click!" All restraints complete, I was transformed into a leather-bound human doll, unable to see or speak, my hands and feet tightly bound, confined in a narrow dog cage, enduring the increasingly intense orgasmic torment from various pleasure toys all over my body! "Alright, there's no turning back now! Yingying, prepare for full-body restraint and forced orgasm training!" "Mmm! Mmm!" The moment I closed my eyes, ready to enjoy the coming hours, the electro pads on my body activated without warning! The "weakened power" electro pads for self-bondage that Brother Shen prepared felt more like "controlled static electricity," not overly stimulating. However, due to my settings, all the pads fired simultaneously! Now, the soles of my feet, inner thighs, labia, navel, areolas, armpits... every sensitive spot on my body was simultaneously assaulted by electric sparks. The stimulation from the nerve endings converged in my brain, forming a torrent! I arched my body involuntarily, my muscles seeming to twitch all over, my heart pounding. I could barely control my breathing! And to top it off, I was curled up in the cage, my body instinctively opening, causing my entire body, from the back of my head to my toes, to slam against the bars, causing intense soreness... Ugh... I messed up, I messed up again. I messed up even in my own home... I quickly regretted it. With these settings, every subsequent electric shock would be a "full-body synchronized surge." I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be shocked at the peak of my orgasm when my desire was already inflamed... My rational mind told me to stop immediately, or at least optimize the pleasure toy settings before continuing. All my brain cells agreed. However, my body was now completely beyond my control. I had restrained myself completely. The key to the handcuffs was in the living room, and I couldn't even leave the room, let alone this small cage. Even if I tried to grope in the dark to adjust the remote, I had already thrown that little thing far away. Until the three-hour timer locks ran out, I could only "enjoy" the increasingly intense forced orgasms and the full-body electric shocks every ten minutes! I had to admit, this was a perfect self-restraint plan, even though I already regretted it.

After putting on the stockings, the next step was to put the straitjacket back on. My hands were still cuffed behind my back, but with my feet free, I was confident I could deal with the guy in front of me – this was probably the first chance I’d had to escape since being kidnapped by the blue-haired man. But it clearly wasn’t the right time yet. I couldn’t afford to fail here before seeing the full extent of the human trafficking organization. I had to quickly put the fake dildo back on. After a moment of internal struggle, I put on a submissive, cowardly expression and obediently waited for the inspector’s restraints. The two fake dildos were inserted back into their proper places as usual. The difference this time was that I was also fitted with a urinary catheter, and a transparent urine bag hung beside my body with the tube. The thought of not even being able to control my bodily functions sent a surge of humiliation through me. The inspector was clearly an experienced hand at S&M. He efficiently adjusted the leather straps, quickly securing all the upper body restraints. However, when it came to restraining my hands, he didn’t use the usual leather cuffs. Instead, he took out a pair of black leather hand mitts from a cabinet. Having played with restraint games before, I naturally knew the power of hand mitts. They not only provided a tighter restraint but, if applied correctly and tightly enough, were almost impossible to escape. With my hands completely encased, they were useless for any purpose. Being fitted with these meant far more trouble than ordinary handcuffs. The inspector, however, seemed to be enjoying himself. He appeared captivated by my all-black attire, completely abandoning the silver stainless steel restraints and instead adorning me with every black piece of equipment he could find, regardless of how much it restricted me. As usual, I didn’t resist, allowing him to bring my hands together and restrain them behind my back. He then quickly demonstrated his true professionalism. He not only tightened the crossed shoulder straps of the hand mitts but also added two horizontal straps around my waist and chest, binding my arms firmly to my body. “Big brother, could you be a little gentler?” I was almost brought to tears by the tightness and pleaded with him pitifully. But the inspector was still enjoying himself. After finishing the restraints, he didn’t forget to use small locks to secure every strap on the straitjacket. I could only watch what was happening to me with tears welling up. There was no way I could escape on my own now… After putting a thick black collar on me, he then fitted my horse-bit gag, even remembering to lock it with a small lock. Now I couldn’t even beg for mercy, only pleading with my eyes. The only fortunate thing was that he didn’t put the blindfold back on, giving me the chance to witness the scene firsthand. The final steps were the leg shackles and high heels. My ankles were fitted with a pair of black iron shackles, with a 30-centimeter chain severely limiting my freedom of movement. As for the 12-centimeter strapped high heels, I couldn’t explain them. Perhaps it was the traffickers’ twisted sense of humor. After all, with the shackles already so short, increasing the difficulty with footwear was hardly necessary. Although, for a high-heel enthusiast like myself, it was somewhat of a "perk." Finally, a leather strap was placed around my left thigh. The inspector tucked the urine bag and the remote control for the fake dildos onto the strap, clearly indicating that my sensitive areas were completely under his control. After completing everything, he circled me twice with great interest, as if admiring a work of art, before leading me out of the room with satisfaction. I don’t mind people having an artistic streak, but suddenly developing an artistic sensibility while kidnapping girls was a bit hard for me to accept, especially when the poor "artwork" was myself.

A suicidal thought, once conceived, cannot be easily erased unless one truly attempts it. Thus, after three minutes of meticulous planning, I decided to give myself a "unique camera angle" bondage experience. I retrieved the robot vacuum from the top of the master bedroom closet – a good buy I was tricked into during a livestream half a year ago. Equipped with smart AI and dual laser infrared recognition, it's automatic and remote-controllable. Expensive, but definitely worth the price – if only my apartment had more rooms, I'd definitely use it. After gathering dust for so long, I finally found a suitable scenario for it. I plugged the robot in, used the app to set up the smart functions needed for later, and then used tape to secure a small camera onto its head. This completed the arrangement for the "cameraman." Afterward, I opened the side bedroom door to its widest extent and placed a 1.5-meter square reflective film in the center of the floor. The metallic film adhered to the smooth, flat floor, creating a mirror-like effect. It reflected me, clad only in black stockings with a crotchless opening, onto the floor. Looking at my reflection in the two mirrors in front of me, I momentarily felt a sense of "spring colors filling the room." Now, with everything else prepared, all that remained was to prepare myself. Unlike the hemp ropes from that other night, this time I opted for leather belts and handcuffs, not only for the convenience of self-restraint but also because leather is my true preference. The leather gear this time was still a set, but unlike the previous uninhibited and bold full-body straitjacket, this set was separated. It combined the effect of leather with that of ropes, making it feel more like a "kidnapping." First, the upper body restraint belt. The "sheep" shaped belt covered the entire upper body like a loose net. At the chest, there was a specially designed leather restraint ring that firmly clasped the base of my [X_X], ensuring I constantly felt a tight, swollen sensation. The belt split into two straps at the crotch, passing through the roots of my thighs and leaving my [X_X] completely exposed in the middle. The second piece of equipment was a gag. Its design was, as usual, the horse bit style I preferred. However, this gag also had an additional leather ring at the bottom, which would serve as a collar around my neck. On the D-ring at the front of the ring, I had specifically attached an infrared signaling device, which would become my most important remote control method after being bound. The gag's insert was a silicone ball full of mesh, capable of stripping me of my ability to speak while allowing saliva to flow out smoothly – a desired effect for today, of course. After putting on the restraint suit and the gag, my reflection in the mirror already bore the look of a "pitiful kidnapped girl." But these were merely superficial. A kidnapped girl must also be unable to move freely. I took out a pair of leather handcuffs and two independent arm cuffs. I secured the timed handcuffs to the ring behind the collar with a small lock, and attached the arm cuffs to the pre-reserved interfaces on the sides of the leather suit. Then, I placed all the necessary pleasure toys in front of me, completing the final preparations. Next were a pair of leg restraints. This time, the leg restraints were of the folding type, for both upper and lower legs. I sat down in the center of the reflective film, my thighs naturally folded. I pulled the upper and lower restraint straps of the leg covers as tight as possible, then locked all 8 locks. One leg was secured. As I repeated the process on the other side, my legs completely lost their ability to move. Now, I could only sit obediently on the floor, with only my feet able to wiggle beneath my buttocks. I glanced at the clock. There were still 10 minutes until the robot vacuum started. Perfect! I installed the pleasure toys in front of me one by one. The first and most challenging was the massive dildo, over 30 centimeters long, with a vacuum suction cup at the base that could fix it anywhere. This time, I attached it to the floor. However, after positioning it, I realized the awkwardness – with my legs already restrained, I couldn't lift my lower body high enough to "sit" on it! No choice, I had to remove the dildo, insert it into my [X_X], kneel down again, then pull out the end a bit, drain the air from the base, and fix it onto the reflective film... Watching myself in the mirror, fumbling and pressing, I looked like I was frantically pleasuring myself. Even my old face couldn't help but blush a little... The rest of the work went much faster: two butt plugs inserted into my rear, bell-adorned nipple clamps attached to my breasts, and electrode pads placed on my inner thighs, lower abdomen, armpits, and below my [X_X]. Yes, the enjoyment later would be more than enough. I turned on the power for all the toys. While they were still in their initial modes, I quickly secured my arms and wrists. With a few "click" sounds, the beauty in the mirror once again became a captive of her own desires.

Half an hour later, two provocatively dressed SM girls appeared at the door of the examination room. At Fang Lan's suggestion, we all chose bunny girl outfits. The long bunny ears, combined with a form-fitting, low-cut leather swimsuit, plus the "otaku killer combo" of glossy stockings, fishnets, and platform stilettos, were incredibly hot. To create a better contrast, Fang Lan and I specifically chose opposing colors: Fang Lan's outfit was primarily white, but her "bunny ears," collar, glossy stockings, and high heels were all shiny black. I was the complete opposite, with white glossy stockings with a crotchless design underneath black fishnets. Standing together, we were like a "black and white duo," almost captivating the burly man in charge of the examination room. "Little brother..." I modulated my voice into a soft, seductive tone, interrupting the man's fantasies, and then presented the leather glove in my hand: "Could you please put this on for your little slave!" The man was stunned for a moment, then instinctively replied, "Okay, okay, okay," his cheeks flushing. Seeing his shy expression, I turned my head and winked at Fang Lan beside me. She subtly gave me a thumbs-up and mouthed a phrase – "So slutty, so impressive!" With my figure and voice, I can even handle a human trafficker with one move! Dealing with a guard is a piece of cake! The man cleared his throat and rubbed his face before regaining his professional demeanor. He took the glove and, after tidying up the straps, gestured to me: "Please turn around." With a hint of excitement, I obediently turned around, ready to enjoy this rare "service." This black leather glove was a tight-fitting style. The straps on the back, zipper, and buckle closures ensured a snug fit against my arms, with the lambskin material being both thin and durable, perfectly mirroring the curves of the wearer's arms – specifically, when bound behind the back. The end of the glove tapered, allowing only my fingers to be placed together, palms facing each other. After zipping it up and tightening the wrist buckle, not a single finger could move. As the man gradually tightened the remaining straps and zipper, my forearms were completely bound together behind my back, rendering them immobile. Above the elbows, the glove had two sets of straps that wrapped around my shoulders, crossed in front of my chest, and returned under my armpits. The man's strength was considerable, and the straps were pulled so tight that my skin even indented at the shoulders. Once all the buckles were locked with small padlocks, it was naturally impossible for me to remove the restraints myself. The thought of having to move in public while tightly bound sent a thrill of mingled excitement and shame through my entire body. "Did I tie it too tight? I'm sorry, I'll loosen it..." Perhaps seeing my slight frown, the man misunderstood and concernedly loosened his grip. "Ah, no... no need!" I quickly stopped him, a stronger wave of shame rising to my cheeks: "This tight is fine, it's, it's comfortable..." "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." A soft clicking sound came from beside me – I suddenly realized Fang Lan was still there, having witnessed the entire process. Her sly eyes watched me with a playful smile. I instantly felt like I had nowhere to hide, my scalp tingling, but I was powerless to retaliate, so I buried my head and continued to accept the restraint. After ensuring my arms were securely bound, the man took out two long restraint straps. He threaded them through the loops on the glove's wrists and elbows, firmly binding my arms to my body. The straps were deliberately chosen in white to match the overall theme, with the striking contrast further accentuating my proud curves. Next, the man took out a magnetic lock and crouched down, pushing aside the swimsuit at my crotch. A tight chastity belt was already in place. As standard equipment for every server in the bar, this specially made chastity belt was thin and narrow yet extremely sturdy. Combined with the magnetic lock installed by the bar, it prevented any inappropriate advances from customers and also stopped servers from "slacking off" due to excessive desire while working. Of course, with the restrained gloves I had chosen, there was no possibility of "slacking off" anyway, as it was already out of reach. Finally, it was time for the head restraint. Since I was already bound, Fang Lan had to hand the head restraint device to the man. But when the man unfolded the gag, I was surprised to find it wasn't the one I had chosen earlier! "Lanlan, I remember I only chose a regular horse gag, right? When did it get a mask and eye mask?" There were only three of us present. I was obediently enjoying being restrained, and the man was focused on binding me. The only one who could have swapped the props was Fang Lan! This little minx had secretly played a trick! "Hehe, sister, it's your first time here, this way you can hide your identity better! This is my good intention!" Fang Lan showed no guilt and instead winked at the man. Perhaps they were already familiar with each other, as the man immediately understood her meaning and grabbed an absorbent cloth, stuffing it into my mouth. Caught off guard, my mouth was instantly filled. Before I could even move my tongue to push it out, the gag's ball gag followed, forcing my mouth wide open. "Mmmph mmmph (What are you doing?)... Mmmph mmmph mmmph (Let go!)..." I cried out urgently, but my voice was already muffled and indistinguishable. The man completely ignored my protests and quickly fastened all the straps of the horse gag securely. As the "click" of the small lock at the back of my head sounded, my speech and vision were completely deprived... —Well, perhaps not "completely"—my vision, which I expected to turn completely dark, still allowed a sliver of light to enter my eyes! The scene in front of me, though blurry, was still somewhat discernible.

After "Iron Chain" left, the "Iron Arm" who made me grit my teeth reappeared with a sinister grin: "My little darling, you're quite something, aren't you? Big brother decided to take you in on the second try, a new record!" *This record... whoever wants it can have it...* I thought to myself, maintaining a facade of pitiful weakness: "Please, Master 'Iron Arm,' be gentle with this slave. My body can't take much more..." "Don't worry, big brother said he's not a demon, so neither am I, hehe..." "Iron Arm" offered a non-committal promise, his hands already busy. He walked over to a rack of restraint tools and began selecting items. Soon, the ropes binding me were removed, replaced by a new ensemble: a milky white, full-body stocking covered almost all my skin from neck down, its lustrous sheen and silky, high-stretch material clinging to me. My feet were encased in black OL-style lace-up heels, the 14cm heels a step down from the previous transparent crystal shoes, but still a challenge for my current stamina. The buckles on the ankle straps, secured with a padlock, made escape impossible. In addition to the shoe straps, my ankles were shackled with leather cuffs, the 20cm chain offering little freedom of movement, effectively immobilizing my feet. Above my knees and at the very top of my thighs, leather straps bound my legs tightly together. Furthermore, a large external [X_X] was wedged between my thighs, its mushroom head secured by the straps at my crotch, the tip pressing firmly against my pubic bone. Once activated, it would unleash a hellish torment of forced orgasms. The upper body ensemble was no less impressive. This time, "Iron Arm" didn't use ropes or individual straps, but a complete leather straitjacket. It enveloped me from neck to groin, much like a medical restraint garment, but my hands were not bound in front. Instead, they were secured tightly behind my back with a restraint mitten. A large opening at the chest of the straitjacket allowed "Iron Arm" to pull out my [X_X] and attach a clamp-style [X_X]. The fully enclosed crotch was also packed tight. Inside, a vibrating dildo, molded from "Iron Chain's" lower body, was inserted. My rear was filled with an inflatable butt plug, and my urethra was not spared. A catheter connected my bladder to the butt plug, rendering me in a humiliating state of "self-enema." A leather strap extended from the end of the mitten, looping around my crotch and securing at the front of my waist, further ensuring the lower body toys couldn't be removed and preventing any movement of my hands. A collar, integrated with the straitjacket, was fastened around my neck, making escape impossible (though I doubted I could have escaped even without the lock – a redundant measure, really...). As usual, a gag harness adorned my head, its wide leather mask covering my cheeks, almost obscuring my face. Looking at the human-shaped figure completely restrained in the mirror, I felt tears welling up, with nowhere to shed them. Yet, even in this state, I had to be escorted by "Iron Arm" out of the room and towards the so-called "private chamber"... *Thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump...* The crisp sound of heels echoed down the corridor, a relentless rhythm like a bar's music, matched by my own frantic footwork. Walking in 14cm heels was pure torture, yet I couldn't slow down. "Iron Arm" was constantly tugging on the chain attached to my collar, pulling me forward. To avoid falling, I had to keep pace, but each step could only cover less than 20cm. Thus, I was forced to frantically swing my pathetic feet, like a hamster on a wheel, to keep up. My soles quickly grew sore, but the worst was my inability to keep up with my breathing. With my mouth sealed by the deep-throat gag, only my two nostrils could take in air. The trickle of fresh air was far from sufficient for the high-frequency movement of my feet.

But when she saw my restraints, which were even tighter than hers (though seemingly less desperate), and the nameplate beneath my collar, her eyes inevitably trembled. "How about this," said 'Iron Chain' from the nearby sofa, continuing his command, "since you were interested in game number 43 just now, it's your turn to give me head next! Remember, go deep!" As I shuffled away, 'Iron Arm' walked up to Lin Bi, efficiently removed the gag from her head, and then kicked her behind the knees. "Ah!" Lin Bi, caught off guard, fell to her knees before 'Iron Chain' with a clatter of chains. "What are you doing?" the female CEO demanded, her voice trembling slightly despite her disheveled state. "What am I doing? Hahaha, are you asking a question you already know the answer to, or are you just forgetful? You did this the first time you came here. Have you really forgotten now that you're actually a slave?" 'Iron Chain' deployed a "memory attack," causing Lin Bi's face to turn bright red. At the same time, 'Iron Arm' pulled out a remote control and pressed a button. A "rustling" mechanical sound emanated from Lin Bi's lower body. "Uh... ooh... you guys..." Lin Bi's body immediately began to tremble, and she couldn't even speak coherently. Within seconds, beads of sweat appeared on her cheeks and forehead, and sticky fluid began to flow down her inner thighs. Her body reacted so quickly? I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Even when I was forced to orgasm, it took me tens of seconds to react like this. The only plausible explanation was that she had been injected with a massive dose of aphrodisiac! "Uh... uh huh..." Soon, only moans filled the room. Stimulated by the drugs and the toy, Lin Bi quickly succumbed. With a "thump," she collapsed to the floor, and her [X_X] mixed with [X_X] gushed out from her lower body... "Haven't seen you in a few days, and you're already this eager to be [X]-ed?" 'Iron Chain' laughed loudly. "Get up and do what you're supposed to, or these things won't stop!" "You! Uh... despicable..." Lin Bi squeezed out her last curse through gritted teeth, but the fact that her body had surrendered was undeniable. I stared at the scene in a daze. Suddenly, 'Iron Chain' noticed me, the "little transparent" one. "Why is this number 43 still here? 'Iron Arm', take her out quickly and get her into the 'battle suit'!" "Yes, right away!" 'Iron Arm' immediately dragged me towards the door. After stumbling a few steps, I could no longer see Lin Bi behind me, but the sound of the dildo activating again, mixed with Lin Bi's struggles and whimpers, told me everything. Stepping out of the room, new props had already been sent to the hallway as per 'Iron Chain's' instructions. There weren't many props. An SM girl dressed in a full restraint suit and a maid outfit brought over a tray held at her waist – it certainly fit the bar's theme... Before I could finish my internal monologue, 'Iron Arm' grabbed an item from the tray and began to put it on me. It was a silver leather thong made of thick leather. The highly elastic material and the buckle at the back made it easy to wear. However, what I found unacceptable was that at the front of the crotch, there was a silicone dildo! The skin-colored dildo was over 20 centimeters long and frighteningly thick, a perfect replica of 'Iron Chain's' lower body! Wearing these pants would mean having a super evil thing attached to my crotch? I was undoubtedly refusing to wear this ugly thing, but my refusal was useless. 'Iron Arm' simply tightened and buckled, and I was dressed up like a super pervert. A thought flashed through my mind: could they be thinking of... Before I could express my surprise, 'Iron Arm' produced something even more horrifying: a horse-collar gag with dildos on both the front and back! At this point, even if I were an idiot, I would have understood the perverts' intentions. However, if one dildo was enough to train Lin Bi, why use them both top and bottom? I couldn't accept my appearance with dildos both front and back. From the moment 'Iron Arm' removed my original gag, I struggled desperately, trying to resist – even though I knew my ultimate fate, I didn't want to be reduced to this state so easily! "Oh, throwing a tantrum? Looks like you haven't been trained enough!" Seeing the female slave's lack of cooperation, 'Iron Arm' reached for the remote control, ready to give me a "lesson." Unexpectedly, as soon as he pulled out the remote, the "chaste maiden" in his arms froze as if petrified and stopped resisting. He licked his lips with satisfaction. "Heh, as expected, the remote control is effective. You're obedient before I even press the button!" He then resumed changing the gag. I was indeed "petrified," but this time it wasn't from the remote. What truly stunned me was the SM maid acting as the delivery person – Fang Lan! Even through the layers of costumes and restraints, those eyes were unmistakably Fang Lan's. She had managed to sneak in again! Fang Lan immediately read my expression, realizing I had recognized her, and blinked! Although we couldn't speak and our faces were unrecognizable, we had successfully connected! 'Iron Arm' was busy shoving the new dildo into my mouth, completely oblivious to our "eye contact." He quickly noticed that the female slave, who had been so resistant just half a minute ago, had completely changed her attitude, becoming incredibly welcoming to the large dildo entering her mouth! "I didn't expect you to play coy!" 'Iron Arm' grunted as he locked the gag. After finishing, he didn't forget to flick the other dildo, which was sticking out of my mouth. Looking at the large object dangling below my line of sight, I felt incredibly disgusted. However, I now had a reason to bring it into the room. I had to admire Fang Lan's incredible efficiency. But because of this, I finally had a real chance for a counterattack tonight! If Lin Bi and I had merely been struggling pointlessly in a desperate situation before, then what followed would be a true comeback. Of course, whether this comeback would be successful was still uncertain.

My legs were soon encased as "money power" subdued me. The glossy black leather covered everything from my toes to above my knees. The snug fit of the boots, coupled with two neat rows of metal eyelets down the front, gave off a hint of metallic punk style. My entire body was elevated by nearly 20 centimeters by the heels, and maintaining balance with non-existent heels became quite difficult, my soles aching to the point of cramping. At this moment, I even wished the rich guy would quickly finish dressing and restraining me, so at least my soles could get some relief. Fortunately, my wish was soon granted. The rich guy added a pair of riveted leather cuffs with stainless steel rings around my knees, and after locking a short chain between the two middle rings, he completed the restraint of my lower body. He then unfastened my handcuffs and continued with the latex suit he had started earlier. The light black latex quickly covered my entire arms, rendering the transparent gloves almost invisible beneath it. My hands hung by my sides in a natural fist. Looking in the mirror, I was a hazy expanse of light black from head to chest, my body's curves appearing rounder, yet upon closer inspection, almost every detail was still visible. And unlike the suffocating feeling of latex suits in previous games, this one, while noticeably raising my skin temperature, wasn't overly stuffy. I suspected this was another material science black technology the rich guy had acquired through his "money power." The latex hood for my head was a semi-transparent skin tone, designed to cover the entire head. The front of the neck was partially connected to the rest of the suit. Once on, zipping it up at the back of the neck completed the dressing. The hood had openings at the back of the head, mouth, and nostrils. The rich guy tied my hair into a ponytail, which he threaded through the opening on top of my head. Then, I positioned my mouth and nose towards the front opening, and he zipped it up. With no openings for the eyes, my vision was obscured by the semi-transparent latex, becoming quite hazy. Fortunately, this wasn't like the specialized contact lenses for S&M; besides making things darker and altering colors, it wasn't a major issue as long as I didn't look too far. I glanced in the mirror again. Well, apart from not being able to see my eyelashes clearly and my eyes lacking their usual sparkle, the overall appearance of the hood was passable. With the interior fully dressed, it was finally time for the restraint suit. I seemed to have an inexplicable connection with leather restraint suits, and this time the rich guy had prepared a similar style, a cage of sturdy leather straps woven from my neck to the base of my thighs, forming an inescapable prison. However, upon wearing it, I felt some differences. The chest area featured a pair of leather rings that constricted the base of my breasts and narrow cross-shaped straps encircling them, like a steering wheel covering my chest, tightly dividing my breasts into four sections. The arm restraints didn't use individual gloves but rather a style similar to a straitjacket, where my hands were passed through leather gloves extending to my shoulders, crossed beneath my chest, and then locked behind my back. Additional straps on the sides and the front-lower chest ensured my hands could only be held in an embrace around my body, unable to escape. The crotch straps were divided into inner and outer layers. The inner layer was wider and thinner than those I'd worn before, cinching my crotch and locking behind me, making the entire restraint suit a single piece front to back, yet leaving a hole for my vulva. The outer flap was narrower but thick and rigid. After three plugs, large enough to make me "deeply satisfied," were inserted, the flap was finally closed, locking them inside me. At the very bottom were the thigh straps, a pair of thick rings connected by a chain only a finger wide. Each outer side had three pouches. The left leg was empty, while the right leg was already stuffed full with the remote controls and batteries for the three toys for my lower body. Looking at the layered effect of my restrained form – a base of light black, outlined by deep black – the restraint was undoubtedly successful in terms of aesthetics this time. But this attire also sparked a secret worry: it was too complex. For instance, this form-fitting latex suit was troublesome to put on and expensive, clearly not something worn for a single day's pleasure. Especially considering the two-layered crotch straps, this design with all the equipment housed in a movable flap, initially seemed intended for easy replacement and "shameful acts," but upon further thought, it felt more like a "highly maintainable" modification to ensure the remaining equipment could be worn for an extended period. Could he possibly intend for me to wear this for the next few days? Please no. While the compensation was definitely high-paying, I'm still human and need rest. I can't be bound like a human pretzel all the time... My worries escalated with the appearance of the gag: the mouthpiece of this harness-style gag was an irregularly shaped silicone ring, a full 5 centimeters long! It even had gum ridges on the top and bottom, soft pads on the sides to prevent saliva leakage, and even a special opening at the bottom for the tongue to move freely – these were all clearly "user-friendly features" added for long-term wear! "Master, this set is too tight! I can barely stand it already. Please let me go after we're done playing today..." I could no longer wait. Seizing the opportunity while I could still speak, I quickly used a pleading tone to probe for information. However, perhaps convinced of my inability to resist, the old man merely chuckled lightly and directly refused, "Today? No, I want you to play a role-playing game with me properly – a long-term one. So, you'll be wearing this costume until you leave here!" Uh... Seeing that I was completely restrained, he couldn't even be bothered with pleasantries anymore? "No, Master, wouldn't role-playing be more fun if we changed it up every day?" "Well, generally speaking, yes. But this role can't be familiarized in just one day. If you want to play more, we can do it next time." "Uh... what exactly do you want me to do?" I finally couldn't bear it any longer and asked directly. "Nothing much, just play the part of my exclusive little pony – that's all..."

My body was already trained to be exceptionally sensitive, and the mere movement of a single dildo had me almost unable to walk. With two stimulating me simultaneously, I could only find a place to lean and passively climax. All the way, the only sounds were the clinking of my high-heeled ankle restraints and my own seductive moans. The short distance of a few dozen meters was an arduous journey. Fortunately, the security in this building was as weak as I had predicted. Even with the commotion I was causing, I encountered neither patrolling guards nor any other staff along the way. I didn't even run into any late-night office workers heading home. (After all, most of my "neighbors" here were small businesses struggling to survive in the mall. If their businesses were so good that they had to work overtime, why would they choose such a rundown commercial building to operate from?) With no one to discover me, my courage grew, and my moans became somewhat unrestrained. As I finally arrived, trembling, at the elevator entrance, the breast pump on my chest unexpectedly activated again without warning! Combined with the two dildos that were already in operation, a torrent of high-intensity stimulation converged from all parts of my body to my brain, sending me "to heaven on the spot"... Fortunately, this was likely the last forced climax I would experience before gaining my freedom. Although this climax had drained my remaining strength, the elevator doors before me became my most powerful mental stimulant. The muscles in my thighs were trembling so much that I could no longer support myself, and even leaning against the wall couldn't keep me upright. Still, I pushed off with my feet, inching my way to the elevator entrance. Mustering my last ounce of strength, I struggled to lift my upper body and used my nose to press the elevator button. I practically collapsed into the elevator like a fallen sack of woven material. As I fell chest-first, the edge of the breast pump bit down hard on my nipple, sending an intense, throbbing sensation throughout my entire body... But none of these difficulties could stop me! I reached the fourth floor and twisted my way through the corridor... When the glass door of the detective agency finally appeared in my sight, my nose instantly stung, and tears welled up behind the latex hood... It was so hard. For me to come this far, shamelessly, in the middle of the night, was it easy? With a final struggle, I managed to stand up and stumbled, step by trembling step, to the door. The agency's entrance had an electronic access control system, which could be opened with an iris scan, password, fingerprint, or key. However, even with such comprehensive unlocking methods, it was still extremely difficult for me in my current state: the semi-transparent latex hood obscured my eyes, preventing the access control camera from recognizing me. My hands were bound with single-handcuff locks, making it impossible to use a key or enter a fingerprint. Even the password keypad was out of reach! What should I do? Such a small keypad, and not in an easy position to reach... With my nose? Maybe I could... Anyway, if I pressed the wrong button and triggered the alarm, the signal would be transmitted to my phone, so it wouldn't disturb anyone. Just as I was clumsily touching the buttons with my nose, the access control suddenly beeped and opened automatically! What... what was going on? Did the camera scan my iris when I lowered my head? Seizing the opportunity, I didn't have time to think. I quickly used my shoulder to push open the glass door and slipped into the agency. Success! Now, all I had to do was find the tools in the office to undo my restraints one by one, and then go back to rescue Xiao Qian. Everything would be over! At this point, even if it took more time, I didn't need to be overly anxious. After all, this was my territory now, and no one would capture and breed me again! I finally let out a huge sigh of relief. This journey was truly too difficult! Even though I was already an "experienced" submissive, going out with such potentially fatal SM restraints was still terrifying! While still shaken, other thoughts began to arise: I hoped the old man hadn't locked up too many of my restraint items, otherwise, it would be heartbreaking if one or two were damaged. I would have to enjoy this excellent equipment later, especially since I had gone to so much trouble to bring it back to the office... ...

My previous low-key approach was no longer effective, and it was no wonder Lin Bi had chosen such a secluded booth. However, tracing all the messes back to their source, the biggest one was that incident with the "Iron Chain Gang." If it weren't for all the performances and training back then, information related to me wouldn't have spread so widely within the community, and I wouldn't have ended up in this cycle of events, even to the point of being "broken." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but grit my teeth: "Iron Chain" was truly a scoundrel. He almost took half my life, then made me a private mare for a week, and on top of that, indirectly made my name "famous with a bang"... How could I possibly face Old Liu and the others now? He's truly ruined my business! While I was seething, the waiter led Fang Lan and Xiao Qian to the booth. Today, Lin Bi and I had specifically dressed them up as "beauty dogs": their limbs were folded and restrained in custom leather restraints, their heads adorned with harnesses and gags featuring dog ears, their naked bodies clamped with nipple clamps, cinched with chastity belts, and every orifice filled with various sex toys. Their rear ends were also plugged with butt plugs complete with fluffy dog tails. It had only been a short while since Lin Bi and I arrived at the booth, and they had already managed to scurry over on all fours. Their efficiency deserved a round of applause. However, judging by the expressions on the two girls' faces, the challenge they faced along the way was clearly not on the same level. Fang Lan's small face was already flushed red, a fine sheen of sweat had appeared on her forehead, and even her arms, which bore most of her body's weight, were trembling uncontrollably from the strain. The moment she saw us, she let out a continuous stream of "woof woof woof," eagerly conveying the hardships she had endured. Beside her, Xiao Qian showed no signs of distress. Even though the dildo inside her was a size larger than Fang Lan's, she not only showed no discomfort but seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself. Seeing Fang Lan's desperate state, she even cast a slightly disdainful glance her way. It's worth noting that in terms of BDSM, Fang Lan had always surpassed Xiao Qian in both experience and enthusiasm, and had always been more adventurous. Who would have thought that after the hellish training at the rich ranch, their roles would completely reverse? Xiao Qian, once a pure, innocent flower, had now become a beautiful, slutty little dog who only knew carnal desire! Seeing the astonishing contrast before me, even I couldn't help but be surprised, let alone Lin Bi, who knew very little about that week's events. "This... isn't Xiao Qian exaggerating a bit?" Lin Bi nudged my waist and asked with a frown. "Sigh... I could become infamous, so what's so strange about Xiao Qian's sudden drastic change?" I winked at Lin Bi, then shifted my gaze to Xiao Qian, who was lost in ecstasy. "You must have seen the training video of me as a mare on that adult website, right? Who do you think that beautiful dog who fucked me so hard was?" "Dog? What do you mean? Xiao Qian?" Now it was Lin Bi's turn to be surprised. Her mouth twitched as she looked at me, then at Xiao Qian. It was only when she saw the girl completely enjoying herself that she finally believed it. "No wonder you two were having so much fun at your place before. So this little girl got addicted..." After a brief reunion, as more spectators gradually arrived, the lighting in the small theater changed. The aisle lights dimmed, and the booth lights switched to more mysterious wall sconces. The previously dark stage was illuminated by rows of spotlights, signaling the official start of tonight's performance. Before the main show, a series of short BDSM skits were presented like appetizers. Several pairs of Dominants and submissives, adorned with various restraints, walked onto the stage, embracing and writhing together in what appeared to be performance art. The stage was immediately filled with a chorus of "woof woof" sounds. Afterward, a queenly Dominant led her female dog around the stage, much to Xiao Qian's envy... Interspersed between the short acts were shopping segments. Used stockings, remote-controlled vibrators, the latest BDSM photos and videos, and even a week of training rights for a famous submissive all became highly sought-after items. We didn't participate in the bidding. While watching the skits, our own games took precedence. Although Fang Lan enjoyed being restrained, she couldn't endure the fatigue of playing a "beauty dog" for too long. Lin Bi and I naturally wouldn't push her. We quickly released her limbs and found a canvas restraint suit from under the coffee table to put on her. Xiao Qian, on the other hand, was quite content with her current identity, rubbing against our feet incessantly. She even tried to deliberately provoke me, hoping to receive more attention. I removed my disguise of a jacket and long skirt, revealing the crotchless black stockings and leather restraint suit I was already wearing. Lin Bi used a single handcuff to secure my hands behind my back and then threaded the ring at the end of the handcuff through a delicate ankle chain, locking my hands and feet together, forcing me to kneel beside the booth. Lin Bi, meanwhile, inserted a pair of vibrators into herself and put on a pair of elastic panties with a dildo. She gestured, indicating she was about to give me a blowjob... In an instant, our booth became a core of debauchery, rivaling even the performances on stage. Just as dining out feels more exciting than eating at home, playing in an external venue was more enjoyable than four people cooped up at home. The mutual stimulation made our games even more uninhibited.

On an early winter night, I marched along my planned route in quick, short steps without stopping. My chosen path consisted of older roads built long ago, lined with mostly dense trees and free from bustling commercial streets nearby—making it an excellent choice for disguised, restrained outings. The only catch was that this route featured just one bakery—and it lay a full 3.5 kilometers away. Walking that distance in 18-centimeter stiletto heels, with my knees and thighs tightly restrained, was already a mad challenge. Add to that the timer I’d set on the sex toy inside me, deliberately robbing me of any chance to stroll leisurely. Of course, I could have walked slowly—if I could endure the increasingly frenzied assault of the fake dildo and vibrator. But that was impossible. Thus, my pseudo-restraint City Walk devolved into a frantic shuffle in stiletto heels. ………… Before me lay the fifth traffic light intersection of the night, the final one before reaching the bakery. Just 200 meters beyond this crossing was my destination—I could already glimpse the neon sign hanging on the wall in the distance. The goal was near, but my condition was far from ideal: Over three kilometers of walking had left my feet and ankles aching intensely. The 12-centimeter height difference between my heels and forefeet forced me to walk with my insteps arched taut, almost like a ballet dancer, not to mention the 6-centimeter platform beneath my toes demanding constant balance. My stamina was completely drained. Breathing solely through my nostrils left my body perpetually oxygen-deprived, while sweat poured relentlessly. Each gust of cold wind sent shivers through me, making it feel like torture. From my toes to the arch of my foot, from my ankles to my calves, every muscle was drained of strength, every tendon felt like it might snap. If there had been any novelty in wearing high heels for long-distance pseudo-confinement at the start, I was now truly regretting it—why did I have to be so masochistic and choose such a ridiculous pair of shoes... The thought of having to walk back soon left me utterly tearful. The sex toy inside me began vibrating as I crossed the previous intersection. The short chain between my knees severely limited my pace. Though I pushed myself relentlessly, the time allotted—less than an hour—was nowhere near enough to cover the 3.5 kilometers. As the dildo slowly rotated and pulsed inside me, my hips grew weak. My stride lengthened, my pace slowed to a crawl. Even as the toys began their torment, I dared not slack off. My settings dictated these devices would escalate in intensity over time. After 9 PM, new toys would activate every half hour, with power levels increasing hourly. Coupled with the massive lithium batteries in each controller attached to my chastity belt, they could run at full power all night long. If I faltered, my fate would be to be drained dry in the greenbelt, only to be picked up by passing thugs... So even while being toyed with, I had to push forward. These towering heels, these perverted toys, this endless route... truly, “If you don't court death, you won't die”... No amount of regret could change anything now (not courting death wouldn't be me, heh). I gritted my teeth and kept moving. Fortunately, the bakery came into view, a sight that lifted my spirits. I paused to take several deep breaths, barely easing my oxygen deprivation, just as the pedestrian crossing light turned green. Descending the slope onto the road, I resumed my rapid, stomping leg-swinging performance. By 9 PM, the streets were gradually shifting into sleep mode. Traffic flowed less densely, yet several cars still waited for the green light in the left lane of the crosswalk. After crossing the bike lane, I slowly “strolled” past these drivers, my pace barely keeping pace with their headlights. Walking at point-blank range under the glare of headlights, feigning restraint, was genuinely nerve-wracking—after all, I was swaying freely right in their line of sight. If any driver noticed something amiss, caught a hint of something off, or even just found my pace too slow, I could be exposed in an instant. Each time I crossed the street, it subjected me to a considerable psychological jolt. This time was no exception. I endured my accelerating heartbeat, urging myself to cross swiftly. Of course, my heart wasn't the only thing racing now—there was also the buzzing dildo inside my pussy. Though its power wasn't set too high at the moment, the constant stirring was enough to alter my posture and gait in undeniable ways, amplified further by my high heels. My only recourse was to grit my teeth and pretend I had no shame left. Though wiggling past the drivers felt utterly incongruous, it was far better than stopping midway or turning back. Yet just as I was about to escape the last car's headlights, a sudden tingling shot through my rear—the anal plug had activated at this critical moment! “Holy shit...” The most ill-timed exclamation automatically sprang to mind. True to my exclamation, I was hit with an extra-strong jolt at the most embarrassing moment, nearly causing me to literally “hit the deck.” The sudden stimulation made my lower abdomen and buttocks go haywire simultaneously, sending me stumbling forward and nearly collapsing right in front of the vehicles! Such a stunt, bordering on a staged accident, would undoubtedly expose my secret to the driver beside me. The outcome was all too predictable!

“Already in heat? Surely not...” Xiaoqian had no choice but to grab some tissues to clean up the mess between my legs before shoving that high-powered vibrator—over 6 centimeters thick, more than 20 centimeters long, and covered in silicone nubs—deep inside my honeypot. As desire swelled, being filled by such a thick toy made a rare sense of bliss rise within me, leaving my whole body feeling light and airy. But it wasn't over yet. Xiaoqian swiftly inserted an inflatable G-string into my rear passage. The long G-string, combined with the three beads at its tip, delivered wave after wave of stimulation. Though its diameter was considerable, thorough lubrication minimized discomfort. My little fangirl handling these toys was indeed more attentive than those lecherous perverts! I felt like I was wandering through a corridor of pleasure, my thoughts nearly ceasing entirely. “Oh... you're hopeless...” Xiaoqian shook her head. Taking advantage of my dazed state, she methodically placed the urethral plug and other meticulously selected devices into position. The intricate crotch harness provided numerous attachment points. After securing the buckle from behind, every toy she'd inserted into my body was firmly in place—not only perfectly positioned but completely inescapable. After a wave of pleasure washed over me, I finally regained my senses, only to feel an uncomfortable fullness in my lower body. Glancing at the wires dangling from my crotch in the mirror, I gasped. One, two, three, four... seven? Why were there so many power cords? “Qianqian, what did you put inside me? Why are there so many wires?” I couldn't help but ask Xiaoqian through the mirror. To my surprise, Xiaoqian didn't answer. Instead, her face darkened: “Yingying slave is being naughty! How dare you not call me Mistress! You deserve punishment!” “Mistress, Yingying is sorry. Please forgive me.” Perhaps my inner masochistic tendencies had fully erupted. Facing Xiaoqian's accusation, I didn't retort but obediently apologized instead. “Open your mouth!” Xiaoqian was clearly completely carried away. She ignored my pleas for mercy entirely and instead picked up the head restraint device from the set. Unlike the previous cute cartoon hood, this head restraint was an enhanced horse-riding bit gag. Beyond the leather mask and harness-style straps I adored, the gag itself was replaced with a massive, molded dildo. The most terrifying part? It measured a full 20 centimeters long. Inserting it would mean a super deep throat... Additionally, the gag comes with a thick eye mask. Two sets of long straps extend from the sides of the ears, hanging down from the top of the head. This truly creates an “ultra-tight cage.” Once worn, it likely feels no different from those full-face masks. This gag was definitely my style, but wearing it meant I couldn't speak or see, plus enduring the gag reflex from deepthroating. How was I supposed to keep browsing the exhibition? “M-Master... I can't see outside with this on... And this dildo is way too long... isn't it?” I pleaded with Xiaoqian to “swap it out.” After all, not being able to browse the exhibition was quite inconvenient. I hoped the little minx hadn't forgotten why we came here in the first place. “It's not that bad, it's not that bad. This blindfold has light-transmitting openings. Look!” " Xiaoqian said, holding the gag-gag in front of my eyes. Sure enough, where the lenses should be, two 5mm-diameter amber lenses were embedded. Their reflection matched the black leather's sheen, making the light holes nearly invisible without close inspection. While wearing it would severely limit my vision and light intake, at least half my worries vanished. With my worries gone, so did my excuses. I had no choice but to endure the torment of this oversized gag. “Mmm... mmm... mmmph... mmm...” After a wave of discomfort and struggle, I finally became a captive to this reinforced gag. The excessively long dildo swallowed my entire mouth and then occupied my entire throat. I gagged for a while before barely adapting. The two sets of straps running behind my ears revealed their purpose: they connected to the top of the collar via buckles. When tightened, my head was almost completely immobilized, my neck only able to twist in feigned struggle. Combined with the pitifully small peepholes in the blindfold, my vision was reduced to two coin-sized patches directly ahead. The only way to see my surroundings was to turn my entire body... I couldn't help but marvel—this set truly lived up to the shopkeeper's claim of being “designed specifically for hardcore masochists.” Such restraint offered no possibility of escape, and everything depended entirely on the Master. It was undoubtedly the ultimate tool for amplifying a masochist's servitude! “How does it feel? Do you like it?” Xiaoqian breathed warm air into my ear, sending tingles through me. Yet I couldn't escape this state—even my moans were muffled into barely audible whispers. “Knew you'd love it. But this gag has more tricks up its sleeve!” Xiaoqian seated me facing the mirror, then pulled back the hidden flap on the gag's leather cover, revealing its base and a cluster of ports of varying sizes. This... Could it be... An inflatable bladder was attached to the valve at the base's center. As Xiaoqian squeezed the bladder repeatedly, the pressure inside my mouth gradually intensified! The portion of this fake Y-shaped device lodged in my mouth actually had an inflation function! My astonished reaction seemed to excite Xiaoqian; she happily squeezed it again and again. I was in agony. As the airbag expanded and contracted, the pressure inside my mouth intensified, soon clamping down on every muscle. Even my tongue was completely immobilized. Combined with the jaw restraint outside, my head was utterly “hardened” into a single unit. The aching, swelling sensation was everywhere, forcing tears from my eyes. I tried signaling Xiaoqian to stop and release some air, but the restraints were too tight. Beyond kicking my legs, my upper body was nearly immobilized. Even my tears were trapped beneath the blindfold—utterly helpless. Xiaoqian finally removed the airbag but attached a small plastic bottle instead: “The shop owner specifically told me to put this on. He said it's a ‘must-have that every M will love.’ Just activate the micro electric pump on the remote.” As Xiaoqian pressed the button, the fake Y-shaped device in my mouth emitted a faint vibration, followed by continuous pulsations. Silicone particles rubbed relentlessly against my throat. The sensation felt even more agonizing than real deep-throat KJ, yet pleasure soon crept up alongside the humiliation... After a while of this thrusting, a sudden chill hit my throat, and a strange taste slowly rose from my stomach... This... It even simulates ejaculation? What a fantastic electric dildo...