The beautiful class president's journey of bondage

After waiting for several times, Zhang Ling finally got the chance to see class monitor Yiting oversleep again, and it was on a Friday, everything was developing in the direction he had imagined. When other classmates packed their bags and left the classroom, Zhang Ling, who had been lurking in the corridor, entered the classroom with his backpack. He tiptoed to the class monitor's desk, put down his backpack, and took out a ring-shaped gag and a small lock without a key. He tilted his head and looked at the class monitor's sleeping face from the side. She looked so serene, so cute, completely different from her usual overbearing demeanor. Zhang Ling thought with a wicked grin, "She must be a cute girl." So, he decided to "defy the heavens" and bring out all of the class monitor's cute side. He took a deep breath, then held his breath, holding the gag straps with both hands, and slowly moved to the other side of the class monitor. Gently, he lifted her head. Gently, he opened her mouth. Gently, he put the gag into her mouth, then gently tied it at the back of her head, and gently fastened the small lock. Although these movements were all gentle, the class monitor was sleeping too soundly! Good heavens, she was indeed the kind of girl who couldn't hear the dismissal bell or the noisy packing of her classmates. She was terrifyingly deep asleep. "Phew, looks like I overslept during evening study again," she thought. She glanced at the clock again. Well, at this hour, there wouldn't be anyone at school. She stretched her arms and rubbed her neck. Zhang Ling didn't know much about this, but sometimes when her classmates were around, the class monitor would fall asleep and wake up, only to prop her head up for a while. So, this was what she did when no one was around. As Yiting's hands went to rub her neck, she realized there was something around her neck. She reached out to touch it, to grasp it, and found a leather strap with what seemed to be a small lock on it. She mumbled indistinctly, as if asking, "What is this?" At this moment, she suddenly realized that... her mouth couldn't close properly. Something was propping her mouth open, and she couldn't speak! She let out a muffled "Ugh" and her hands went towards her mouth. Her tongue also explored, confirming that there was a metal ring across her mouth! She tried to pull with her hands, but felt the leather strap tighten, and she couldn't pull it out. When she reached for the leather strap, she found that the small lock had secured it, and she couldn't open it! Seeing the class monitor like this, Zhang Ling in the corner, recording with his phone, stifled a laugh. He didn't expect the class monitor to be so cute when she was flustered. However, it seemed like he had to make an appearance to explain things now. Zhang Ling put down his phone, walked over with small steps, and said with a smile, "Class monitor, you look quite good in that. So cute." Unsurprisingly, Yiting turned her head sharply, giving him a fierce glare. Zhang Ling was startled and even trembled. However, after some self-encouragement, he still walked over. Yiting's eyes were filled with murderous intent. To be toyed with by her classmate like this, she was furious. She stood up, walked directly over, grabbed Zhang Ling by the collar with one hand, and mumbled a few words, seemingly asking, "Did you do this?" "D-don't do that, class monitor," Zhang Ling said, raising his hands slightly. "Even if you do, I can't hear what you're saying." These crystal high-heeled shoes? No, without heels, they should be called crystal foot molds formed by slime. They not only completely fixed Riori's ankle joints, forcing her instep and calf into a straight line, just like those performers who danced Swan Lake on stage. And she couldn't use the soles of her feet, or rather, her toes and the balls of her feet to touch the ground. Riori, who had not undergone ballet training, naturally lost the ability to move and walk. But the malevolence of these crystal shoe molds didn't stop there. They also forced Riori's toes to clench tightly, as if making a fist. This way, even if the light and coordinated Riori mastered the technique of walking on tiptoe, she couldn't walk with her feet encased in slime. Because at this moment, it wasn't her toes that touched the ground, but the backs of her toes. However, Riori had no intention of escaping. Moreover, her feet were a slight distance from her head. After a simple observation, she let those little guys do as they pleased. Just as Riori sighed and prepared to continue waiting, the third wave of slimes arrived. Their numbers were clearly greater than the first two waves – this was evident from the sound of their movement. Almost a hundred feet away, Riori could hear the rustling of branches and leaves rubbing against each other, and the sound grew louder and closer. Furthermore, unlike the stealthy approach of the first two waves, this third wave of slimes had become bolder. It seemed that the collective strength had changed their strategy. They descended like a waterfall, surging from her shoulders and impacting her body. "Be gentle, won't you? I specifically chose these good-looking, clean, and seemingly gentle lustful beasts. Don't disappoint my expectations..." Their movements were swift and rough, at least for Riori. She could only infer what had happened from the residual sensations on her body and her current situation. First, her arms were folded. Both arms were bent, with the upper arm and forearm overlapping. The thin layer of aphrodisiac slime was like a tough, transparent tape. Trying to resist the restraint only made them pant. Her legs were in the same predicament. These aphrodisiac slimes were like sheaths, encasing Riori's legs one by one, but the bottom of the sheath was not her toes, but her knees. With her legs folded, Riori was forced to change her posture from the previous indecent sprawl to a cute "duck sit." Suddenly, Riori thought that in her current state, if she had cat ears and cat paws on her fists, and meowed a few times and recorded it, it would be excellent material for her spells in her previous life. "It's a shame that after transmigrating to another world, not only is my manhood gone, but I can't even pleasure myself." However, Riori had no intention of escaping. Moreover, her feet were a slight distance from her head. After a simple observation, she let those little guys do as they pleased. Just as Riori sighed and prepared to continue waiting, the third wave of slimes arrived. Their numbers were clearly greater than the first two waves – this was evident from the sound of their movement. Almost a hundred feet away, Riori could hear the rustling of branches and leaves rubbing against each other, and the sound grew louder and closer. Furthermore, unlike the stealthy approach of the first two waves, this third wave of slimes had become bolder. It seemed that the collective strength had changed their strategy. They descended like a waterfall, surging from her shoulders and impacting her body. "Be gentle, won't you? I specifically chose these good-looking, clean, and seemingly gentle lustful beasts. Don't disappoint my expectations..." Their movements were swift and rough, at least for Riori. She could only infer what had happened from the residual sensations on her body and her current situation. First, her arms were folded. Both arms were bent, with the upper arm and forearm overlapping. The thin layer of aphrodisiac slime was like a tough, transparent tape. Trying to resist the restraint only made them pant. Her legs were in the same predicament. These aphrodisiac slimes were like sheaths, encasing Riori's legs one by one, but the bottom of the sheath was not her toes, but her knees. With her legs folded, Riori was forced to change her posture from the previous indecent sprawl to a cute "duck sit." Suddenly, Riori thought that in her current state, if she had cat ears and cat paws on her fists, and meowed a few times and recorded it, it would be excellent material for her spells in her previous life. "It's a shame that after transmigrating to another world, not only is my manhood gone, but I can't even pleasure myself." Looking at her seemingly broken, still zeroed-out lust bar, Riori sighed. But just because her body had no desire didn't mean her spirit couldn't be satisfied. Riori, who had loved bondage in her previous life, found spiritual pleasure after being captured and restrained by the aphrodisiac slimes. She tried to struggle, but couldn't break free. Not only did the slimes not loosen their grip, but they tightened their restraint in response to Riori's resistance. But this only made Riori more excited – mentally. She struggled to get up, then got on all fours like a wild beast – using her elbows and knees. The soft earth and her light body, as well as the slime coating on her limbs, evenly distributed the pressure, and she didn't feel uncomfortable while moving. Instead, the novel walking experience made Riori quite excited. Her movements were rather clumsy, and she began to circle the large tree she had been leaning against, like a playful little female dog. But this didn't seem to align with the purpose of these aphrodisiac slimes.