Totally Restrained Beauty

Naturally. Now, Ooba's mouth was covered by something like a thick rubber mask. Even if she wanted to make a sound, she couldn't open her mouth, and with her breathing completely stopped, Ooba could only let out groans from her nose. I gently stroked her head. Ooba's cheeks flushed slightly. Since no one had ever touched her head like this before, she was probably embarrassed. What a cute thing. Thinking this, I carefully checked Ooba's condition again. In the packing game, even the slightest carelessness could lead to a major accident. Protecting my companion in such an accident was my job as the one doing the packing. Ooba was packed into a small box, almost in a newborn-like state. Ooba, who was quite tall for a woman, was crammed into a box less than half her height. Its sides were so short that she had to keep her head bowed, and the depth of the box was just enough for Ooba to barely fit. This meant that if Ooba moved even slightly, her body would spill over the edge of the box. The box was packed full with Ooba's body. Ooba wasn't particularly fat; her body was simply contorted, as if it had been pressed into the shape of the box. In this state, it was probably difficult for Ooba to get out of the box on her own. She was packed into a box that was just barely large enough... but that wasn't the only reason she couldn't get out on her own. Her hands and feet were each

However, Alex later learns in his cell that he has been sentenced to be sent to a special institution. Instead of being held in a men's prison, where most people were incarcerated, he was approved for a special reformatory. It was called the Reform School of Grace and Chastity. Alex was confused by this, but he did not choose to accept or deny the sentence. Instead, he was put in a police car and given the shackles of his new life. There, he would undergo a very special reform program. The School of Grace and Chastity Reform is a special, categorical reform program. Each inmate is pre-screened and selected based on appearance, sexuality, and submissive nature. The goal of the school is to train each prisoner to reintegrate into society as an obedient servant of the program's wealthy sponsors, who pay for each prisoner to be trained in servitude. Of course, none of this is known to the inmates, who have no choice but to obey. ***** Alex has a hard time adjusting to school. First of all, the uniform gave him trouble. Every day, every student had to wear the same uniform, kind of like a schoolgirl's purple sailor suit. But unlike most sailor uniforms, the skirts and tops were made of shiny and strong latex. The tops were even more abnormal, with each arm designed to look like the sleeve of a straitjacket, and each inmate's arm trapped in a self-embrace thanks to the straps that the guards tightened every morning during their routine. In addition, the skirts were missing the front, designed to expose each inmate's crotch and reveal the shiny metal chastity belt that covered it to enforce anti-sexist punishments, as well as an accompanying inmate ID card. Each ID card was used to scan their identity and track each student's activity throughout the school. Students with their hands bound can't open the door, so there are scanners on each door for inmates to use. In order to open it, they must scan their ID. As a result, uniforms are enforced and used to track and record each student's location at any given time. Finally, the uniform had a small collar around Alex's neck to symbolize his status and contained a small tracking chip in case the inmate decided to escape. The purpose of these restrictions was allegedly to make it easier for school guards to control students and prevent them from committing more sexually explicit offenses. The chastity belts, which prevented them from ever acting on their sexual urges, only frustrated them, and the bondage garments, which could never be removed, made it impossible for them to try to escape from the restraints of the chastity belts. But that didn't stop Alex from having kinky thoughts and desires. Specifically, Alex is attracted to Prisoner #38001781. Alex is tagged as Prisoner #38004829, and each prisoner is forbidden to use their name or even speak their name, only their ID. This is part of the dehumanizing treatment of the students, designed to make them feel controlled and obedient to the guards and teachers. However, Alex still spends a lot of time in the classroom with inmate #38001781 (or 1781 as he calls her). They had several group classes at the school to learn more proper demeanor, how to behave properly in society, and how to behave properly. courtiers. Additionally, they held group meetings where each inmate was forced to come to the front of the classroom and the teacher would ask each student to confess and describe their previous offenses before punishing that student in front of the class. Time and time again, Alex was forced to confess to his dirty texting and sexually explicit ways, and his bottom always stung from the teacher's penchant for spanking him. But Alex first noticed 1781 when she went to the confession and punishment portion of the program. She was a shy brunette, shorter than Alex, but she fit her uniform better than the feminine boy. She admitted to finding pornography on her computer and commented in the video "God, I wish that was me." Even more lewdly, she admits to making out with her boy crush in public and pleading with him to eat her over and over again.

He seemed a little embarrassed, as if trying to hide something… Mr. Shiraishi continued his explanation. "When I'm unhappy, I go to the batting cages or a bowling alley and just keep exercising until I can't move anymore… Even then, I can't pick myself up or change my mood." "At that time, I'd casually browse the internet and end up on SM websites… I'd want to close it immediately, but I'd be drawn in by the photos on that page, and before I knew it, I'd have read a lot of reports about it…" "It's not that I'm interested in SM itself, it's just that when I'm in a state of helpless despair… I imagine being completely at the mercy of someone else, being played with arbitrarily. And then I want to experience it…" "Thinking like that, I couldn't help myself, so I found this hotel online. It said I didn't have to worry about anything from check-in to payment, so I decided to give it a try." He said all that in one go, then turned to look at me, smiling shyly… "And then, coming to the hotel is one thing, but I'm alone, right? Of course, I can't do anything… So, I'd take off my clothes, naked, and shackle both my feet and one hand. Sometimes I'd cover my eyes and gag my mouth… Then, with the remaining hand, I'd grip the chain attached to the shackles, imagining being completely bound and punished…" "When I left the hotel, I felt so empty, wondering what I was doing. The next time something unpleasant happened, I'd come back here." "Hey, Kobayashi, can you help me get out of that half-finished state today?" Although there were parts my mind couldn't quite grasp… Since I've already told you my secret, I should respond properly… "I understand. If I can do it… I'll just shackle Mr. Shiraishi, won't I?" "Well, it's not just that…" Then, I tried asking about something that was on my mind. "Um, Mr. Shiraishi, are you going to strip here?" "Ah, that… um… You're right, I should be naked! Ah, that's it, let's wear underwear today too!" Eh, you're going to wear underwear? I thought it might be nice to wear clothes too… "I want to try this." Mr. Shiraishi, who had taken off his clothes leaving only his underwear, pointed to… Hearing "SM hotel," I imagined it would be a chair that one could immediately picture. Sitting with legs spread, the waist, knees, and ankles secured with straps, the hands raised upwards like a "hands up" pose, and fixed with shackles. Furthermore, there was a circular handle next to the chair. "If you turn this steering wheel, the chair will tilt back, changing from a sitting position to a supine one. I really wanted to try this, but I could never do it alone…" Yeah, that would be impossible. "Alright, then let's try this." Mr. Shiraishi voluntarily sat on the restraint chair… Was his stiff expression due to nervousness? "It's okay, Mr. Shiraishi. I won't do anything you dislike." As I said that, I began to shackle Mr. Shiraishi. First, I fastened the belt around his waist, then secured his knees with straps, and finally put shackles on his ankles, immobilizing his lower body. I then took Mr. Shiraishi's right hand, which was gripping mine, and attached it to a shackle diagonally above him. Although he had done up to this point himself… "I have no experience from here on. If I shackle Mr. Shiraishi's left hand to this shackle, he won't be able to resist anything I do." "Yes, I know… But, please don't say that anymore… It makes me even more anxious." "I'm sorry. Then I'll detain you."

My senses returned, and I found my hands and feet bound, leaving only my body. "Farewell to your sexy physique, senpai ❤️," Hinata said, tightening the straps around my waist with force. Neck, shoulders, legs, chest – the crisscrossing straps were cinched tight. Then, with a "Perhaps I'll never see this sexy body again~ Bye-bye~," Hinata zipped me up. The zipper locked, and it was sealed. "Next up~ this!" Hinata produced a dog-person suit, several sizes too large. It was also quite thick; even like this, it was hot, definitely suitable for a sauna. "Put this on," Hinata cheerfully instructed. I folded my limbs and slid them into the suit. There were straps inside the suit. These straps could be attached to my folded arms to prevent them from slipping. The belts on top were presumably for restraining my limbs. Since I was now wearing this thick leather suit, those belts couldn't be used. Therefore, only the restraint loops of the leather suit could be used to bind me. This meant I couldn't spread my arms anymore. It was fine if the straps were just for show, but they were still pulled taut. Even through the leather suit, I could clearly feel the immense strain. When the same restraints were applied to my feet, Hinata said, "Hmm, these toes aren't looking good," and with a surge of strength, bent them. I heard a sickening crack. It hurt. "Now you're almost a dog-person!" Hinata declared. And then... *Drip, drip, drip.* Something warm and soft flowed in. "This is a special gel. It's soft but won't break, like rubber! I won't take off this suit, so I'll just use this to secure it." Ah... there's no going back. I accepted my fate. "Next is the face... it's a cute face, but there's nothing I can do." Hinata said this as she removed the gag. My jaw still hurt too much to make a sound. Then, Hinata brought out something... Something as long as the roll I'd had stuffed in my ass earlier. It had two tubes, and it was easy to imagine them being inserted into my nostrils. The mask seemed to be made of metal, designed to be difficult to remove. Hinata shoved it in. I had no strength to resist. I struggled to suppress the foreign sensation spreading through my mouth and nose. "You have to breathe through your nose, okay? ❤️ Your mouth is just a hole for my waste to flow into ❤️" It seemed I was to be her toilet. She secured the mask to the back of my head. There was a metal frame, fixing it completely in place.