lit. cloud dreaming and light smoke

In the heart of Yunmeng Kingdom, the city of Qimeng unfolded like a flowing tapestry of prosperity. Sunlight, like liquid gold, poured onto its cobblestone streets, casting dappled shadows on exquisite shops and bustling crowds. At the city's core stood a magnificent inn, a radiant pearl embedded in its urban fabric. Its interior exuded a luxurious yet elegant ambiance. Wooden tables and chairs, along with decorative screens, were meticulously crafted from fine timber, each carving detailed and emitting a faint woody fragrance, transporting one to the embrace of nature. Renowned calligraphy and paintings adorned the walls, showcasing the owner's artistic taste and lending an air of scholarly refinement to the space. The lingering rays of the setting sun, filtering through intricately carved window lattices, cast a soft glow upon delicate tea sets, reflecting a gentle sheen, as if capturing a moving masterpiece. Amidst this vibrant scene, a woman sat in this refined setting, drawing attention like a celestial being from a painted scroll. She was Su Wanqing, clad in a meticulously altered gown. This attire artfully blended the elegance of the East with the solemnity of the local culture, radiating an extraordinary aura of understated sophistication, hinting at her rigorous business acumen. Its form resembled a Japanese kimono but was refined for greater poise, accentuating a distinct grace. The gown, generally columnar, hugged her body's curves more closely. Unlike traditional kimonos, this design featured a special treatment at the arms, ingeniously concealing them as if they were absent, imbuing Su Wanqing with an air of mystique. The legs were entirely devoid of slits, tautly encasing her limbs. The gown's primary hue was a soft, pale blue, reminiscent of the clear sky at dawn. Scattered across this serene blue canvas were delicate silver-white patterns, arranged with tasteful asymmetry, like clouds drifting in the sky or water flowing through mountains, symbolizing a pursuit of freedom and resilience. These silver-white motifs not only added visual depth but also lent the gown a unique charm. Around her waist, a darker sash provided a striking contrast, embroidered with exquisite lotus patterns, their flowing lines and rich colors symbolizing purity and nobility. Beyond the sash lay a small, cushion-like ornament, not merely a beautiful accessory but a clever concealment for her hands, ensuring a smoother, more harmonious line to her back and adding to her enigmatic allure. However, the gown she wore was more than mere clothing—it was an artful fusion of restraint and aesthetics, rendering Su Wanqing's every movement a challenge and a display of controlled elegance. The gown's design was exceptionally unique, leaving no space for her arms. The areas where sleeves would typically be were cleverly concealed, seemingly vanishing without a trace, leaving only a smooth expanse of fabric that appeared to meld with her body. From the front, her arms were as if invisible, their presence entirely undetectable. Su Wanqing's gown was not only visually stunning but its internal design ingeniously combined principles of restraint and elegance. Her arms and hands were artfully hidden within the cushion-like ornaments at her back, rendering them immobile. This design not only enhanced her slender and graceful silhouette but also added an aura of mystery. Externally, it appeared as though she were born without arms, the smooth lines creating a unique aesthetic that contrasted sharply with her opulent surroundings. Her arms, bound behind her, forearms crossed and parallel to the ground, caused her chest to appear more prominent, but made maintaining balance more difficult. Concealed within the gown were a series of exquisite restraints, including handcuffs and arm cuffs, tightly securing her arms and hands, severely limiting their movement. These restraints were finely crafted, their surfaces covered in soft satin, ensuring comfort and harmonizing with the overall kimono style, allowing her to maintain an elegant posture even while bound. These devices were snugly enveloped by the silken fabric of the cushion-like ornament, seamlessly integrated into the attire, almost imperceptible to the casual observer. These exquisite restraints were not merely limitations on movement but also symbols of her status and position. In this ensemble, Su Wanqing appeared exceptionally dignified and elegant, her every subtle gesture radiating an ineffable charm. The hem of the gown clung tightly to Su Wanqing's legs. The fabric, soft and smooth, adhered to her skin, outlining her delicate curves. Its unique, slit-free design completely encased her legs, as if locked by an invisible force, rendering them incapable of separation. To further restrict her freedom of movement, the kimono concealed meticulously designed chains and metal rings. These chains and rings were finely polished, their surfaces smooth and their material robust. They were artfully integrated with the kimono's fabric, neither compromising its aesthetic appeal nor subtly hindering her leg movements. With every attempt Su Wanqing made to move, these hidden chains and rings would gently brush against each other, emitting a faint rustling sound, a constant reminder of her confinement. These designs were not only aesthetically pleasing but also allowed Su Wanqing to maintain an elegant posture while moving, imbuing even the slightest motion with a unique sense of rhythm. Her face was partially veiled by a sheer layer of fabric, leaving only a subtle slit, adding an air of mystery to her partially obscured features. Su Wanqing's veil was uniquely crafted from Yunmeng's signature cloud brocade silk. This material, light and transparent, shifted in color with the changing light, like an ever-changing scroll painting. The veil's edges were embroidered with delicate lotus patterns, each petal lifelike, swaying gently with the breeze as if imbued with life. Even more striking were the strings of luminous pearls cascading from the veil's front. With every slight turn of Su Wanqing's head, the pearls would refract a captivating glow, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating her surroundings. Beneath the veil, Su Wanqing's eyes were clear and bright, seeming to perceive the truth of the world. Her gaze was softened by a delicate lace eye mask, its gentle blur rendering her look even more captivating, giving her an appearance that was both mysterious and subtly vulnerable. This lace mask, as thin as a cicada's wing, was embroidered with intricate patterns that echoed the lotus motifs on the veil, together forming an exquisite tableau. Though thin, it sufficiently blurred her vision, forcing her to rely on the guidance of her attendant, Ling Xue'er. Ling Xue'er held her hand with utmost care, as if guarding a precious work of art, fearful of any misstep. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, as if capable of seeing into people's hearts and discerning the world's intricacies. Su Wanqing's gaze, though blurred by the sheer lace eye mask, maintained an air of composure. Every breath, every smile, silently conveyed her elegance and resilience. Even under such intricate restraint, Su Wanqing retained her composure and beauty. Ling Xue'er's presence was not merely that of an assistant but also a source of solace and support for her spirit. Through their daily companionship, the tacit understanding and trust between them deepened, facing each challenging day together. Despite such confinement, Su Wanqing's every movement exuded an unhurried elegance, as if no shackles could impede her pursuit of dreams, as if these restraints were of no consequence to her. With her hands bound behind her, she was compelled to maintain an upright posture, and the perfectly fitted gown further accentuated her feminine allure. Today, she was to meet an important client, and this meticulously prepared attire was crucial to showcasing her status and position. This restraint not only limited her freedom of movement but also necessitated her reliance on her assistant, Ling Xue'er, for daily life. Here, she sat at a table, with her female disciple, Ling Xue'er, standing beside her. Ling Xue'er was meticulously adjusting Su Wanqing's attire. Her movements were light and practiced, her gaze filled with reverence for her master and dedication to her unique responsibilities. Though young, Ling Xue'er was accustomed to attending to Su Wanqing's daily needs. She carefully adjusted the position of the chains and metal rings, ensuring they were secure yet comfortable. She meticulously checked every detail, ensuring all restraints were both aesthetically pleasing and comfortable. This silent support and guardianship allowed Su Wanqing to appear composed and graceful on every outing. Ling Xue'er gently held the chains, ensuring Su Wanqing's every movement was both elegant and safe, forming an invisible bridge between them. Though Su Wanqing could not communicate directly, her eyes and expressions were sufficient to convey her passion and dedication to her business. Ling Xue'er always understood her intentions precisely, as if they shared a telepathic understanding. Whenever she wished to express something, Ling Xue'er would lean in to listen, and even if her words were indistinct, Ling Xue'er would quickly grasp them and relay them to the other party, mimicking Su Wanqing's voice and tone. This synergy allowed Su Wanqing to navigate the business world with ease. Her gaze and expressions compensated for the lack of verbal communication, conveying her unwavering commitment and enthusiasm for her endeavors.

Beneath the silk blindfold, a pair of small, delicate, rosy lips, as alluring and succulent as cherry blossoms in full bloom. The lips parted slightly, as if silently confessing something, yet were obstructed by an exquisitely designed gag. The gag was shaped like a noble and elegant rose, exuding an exceptional allure. Its petals gently brushed against her lips, making her thin mouth appear even more enticing. Crystal-clear liquid trickled down the petal's spiral threads, shimmering with an unusual luminescence, and dripped silently into the unfathomable cleavage of her chest. This was not merely an adornment, but a restraint on her speech. Inside, a long, flexible rubber rod extended deep into her throat, preventing her from speaking normally, allowing only faint whimpers. Whenever she needed to express her will, the maids beside her would carefully remove the gag, enabling her to briefly convey her desires. Each time, Murong Qingyan's eyes would gleam with gratitude, as if silently thanking the maids for their care and support. This action had become her unique way of communicating with the outside world. Murong Qingyan's lips parted slightly, her breathing soft and even, as if she were immersed in a transcendent state. Though she could not witness the vibrant colors of this world, her spirit seemed to perceive her surroundings with heightened sensitivity. Each breath felt like a silent communion with the world, each blink of her eyes like the telling of an unfinished story. Murong Qingyan's arms were bound tightly behind her back by a complex arm restraint, a device known as the "single glove." This restraint held her hands firmly behind her, similar to a rear-naked chokehold, preventing any significant movement. The single glove extended from her fingertips to her elbows, secured by a series of intricate and fine straps, ensuring her hands and arms remained immobile. This not only restricted her hand movements but also made her arms appear more slender and elegant. The single glove was made of soft, elastic material, tightly encasing every inch of skin on her wrists, as if it had become one with her flesh. The exterior of the single glove was wrapped in silk embroidered with exquisite blue and white porcelain patterns, seamlessly blending with her noble and elegant attire. To prevent slippage, straps at the shoulders and armpits secured the single glove, making any attempt to break free impossible. The faint friction between leather and skin was like a low, murmuring melody, accompanying her every subtle movement. This was not just an external shackle, but a test of her inner will. Murong Qingyan's feet were clad in a pair of specially custom-made high heels, designed in the style of lace ballet heels, with heels reaching twenty centimeters high. The shoe's upper was completely perpendicular to the ground, supported solely by the tips of her toes. The heel design was exceptionally unique, resembling a slender crystal column, crystal clear, emitting a crisp and pleasant sound as she walked, adding a musical rhythm to each step. This shoe style not only created a striking visual impact on her delicate feet but also made it difficult for her to maintain balance, rendering her gait exceptionally challenging, requiring extreme caution with every step. Despite this, her steps remained light, as if leaving invisible trails in the air. To prevent falls, the maids remained close by, always ready to offer support. Concealed by the voluminous skirt of her gown were thigh cuffs, knee cuffs, and leather leg restraints, minimizing her leg movements to the smallest possible range. The knee cuffs were made of soft leather, their edges adorned with lace trim, possessing a delicate and elastic texture that clung closely to her skin, providing an indescribable sense of comfort. The interior of the leather was inlaid with a series of fine metal rings, which were not only exquisite but also meticulously crafted to ensure no discomfort during wear. These rings were connected by delicate chains to the knee cuffs, chains that had been deliberately given a matte finish to reduce reflection and add an air of mystery. The thigh cuffs featured a more luxurious design, with intricate patterns carved onto their surface and inlaid with small gemstones. The leather leg restraints were meticulously crafted from the finest leather, their inner lining soft and delicate, while the outer layer was treated with a special process to make it sturdy and durable, enhancing its restraining function, drawing her legs tightly together, making it almost impossible to lift her feet, allowing only extremely small steps. A chain less than ten centimeters long connected her ankles, restricting the range of motion of her feet, forcing them to remain close to the ground. Each step could only be a slow and elegant shuffle forward by a few centimeters. Every step she took was like a meticulously choreographed dance, displaying an unusual grace. This anklet was crafted from pure silver, emitting a soft and captivating glow. It tightly connected Murong Qingyan's two slender ankles, limiting the range of motion of her feet, causing them to remain close to the ground, forcing her to move only a few centimeters forward with each slow and elegant step. This unique design made each of her steps resemble a graceful dance on stage, showcasing an unusual elegance. Each link of the anklet was intricately carved with complex and exquisite patterns, and small silver bells were inlaid between the links. As Murong Qingyan moved slowly, these silver bells emitted a faint and pleasant sound, like celestial music, adding a touch of mystery and enchantment to her elegant gait. This anklet was more than just a decoration; it represented the Murong family's respect for and adherence to etiquette and tradition, and it was also a symbol of her identity and status. Although the anklet significantly inconvenienced Murong Qingyan's movement, she seemed accustomed to it and regarded it as an honor. Her composed steps, each one revealing an ineffable beauty. It was as if every stride was an artistic presentation, each step carrying the history and expectations of her family. Even simple walking, under her interpretation, became filled with poetry and narrative, captivating onlookers and immersing them in her unique charm. A slight vibration emanated from her lower body, the vibrator hidden in her most intimate place, gently oscillating with her every movement, causing her to blush and her heart to race, as if she were enveloped by an invisible force. The presence of the vibrator was not merely a simple device; it was more like a work of art, its exquisite casing made of fine ceramic, its surface carved with intricate patterns, and its interior housing a precise mechanical structure. The vibrator could be adjusted for vibration intensity through special mechanisms, providing Murong Qingyan with different experiences. This design not only increased her sense of shyness but also added an atmosphere of mystery and anticipation. The presence of the vibrator kept Murong Qingyan in a state of subtle stimulation at every inadvertent moment, a feeling that made her both shy and added a touch of feminine allure. An exquisite nose ring pierced Murong Qingyan's septum, a slender nose chain hanging down, its end held in the hand of the maid, Shui Yun. The nose ring was made of pure gold, and the nose chain was woven from fine gold threads, each link meticulously polished to ensure comfort and add a touch of mystery. The nose ring and chain were not only beautiful ornaments but also symbols of status and identity, as well as a subtle restriction on Murong Qingyan's movements. Shui Yun carefully guided the nose chain, her movements gentle and cautious, afraid of hurting her young lady. Each gentle tug of the nose chain forced Murong Qingyan to adjust her posture, facing others with a more dignified demeanor. This sensation was both novel and subtle, as if every slight movement was a performance of an invisible dance. Her every action was meticulously observed and guided, making Murong Qingyan's every turn and every smile appear natural yet dignified.

Shen Rumeng, a woman who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, was adorned in a fiery red, ultra-short qipao. It blazed like a raging inferno, illuminating everything around her, making it impossible for anyone to avert their gaze. The qipao was crafted from the finest silk, its texture as smooth as water, its touch exquisitely delicate, as if liquid were flowing across her skin. The vibrant, striking red not only accentuated Shen Rumeng's fair, delicate complexion but also imbued her with an indescribable ardor. The qipao's tailored cut was nothing short of masterful, artfully sculpting Shen Rumeng's graceful figure, each step exuding a unique charm. The classic stand-up collar, simple yet elegant, highlighted the graceful lines of Shen Rumeng's neck, like an exquisite swan's, inviting imagination. The qipao's design was daring and revealing, showcasing Shen Rumeng's long legs and beautiful curves without reservation. The hem barely concealed the most private parts at the top of her thighs, while the back was even shorter, managing only to cover a small portion of her buttocks, as if tailor-made to display the wearer's unique allure. As she walked, the skirt swayed gently, releasing an ineffable charm, as if whispering a tale of beauty and temptation. The front featured a halter, off-the-shoulder design, exposing the skin above her chest, revealing the delicate lines of her neck and shoulders, like petals in the dawn, radiating a natural and alluring glow. A heart-shaped cutout adorned the chest, and a diamond-shaped cutout graced the abdomen; every detail was meticulously designed to showcase her sexiness without sacrificing elegance. The back was held by only a few gold chains, suspending a hem that barely covered a small portion of her buttocks, a vast expanse of bare back extending to her hips, further accentuating a distinct sensuality while hinting at an unspoken mystery. A set of exquisite gold rings pierced the skin along her collarbone, embedded upon it, shimmering with a delicate radiance in the soft morning light. They gently brushed against each other, emitting a faint, pleasing sound, like a low hum, echoing through the bustling street. Every detail, meticulously sculpted, drew the eye. Where the edges of the rings met her skin, a soft sheen appeared, as if kissed by the purest moonlight of the night. Golden chains connected to the gold rings, weaving into an intricate, net-like adornment, as exquisite as a work of art. It not only showcased Shen Rumeng's unique wildness and taste but also added an air of enigmatic mystery. Whenever she moved with light steps, this net-like adornment swayed gently, releasing waves of captivating light, like a beating heart, telling untold secrets. Her legs were encased in a pair of black lace garter stockings, the delicate lace patterns complementing her smooth skin. On her feet, she wore extremely high red heels, their heels like sharp stilettos, precariously supporting her body. She had to tread carefully to maintain her balance with each step, each movement a visual feast. The black lace garter stockings clung to her legs, the intricate lace patterns appearing particularly alluring in the morning light, creating a stark contrast with her skin, smooth as silk. This unique combination sculpted an aura that was both noble and intensely seductive. Shen Rumeng's upper body was tightly bound with red cotton ropes in a style known as "hou shou Guanyin fu" (rear-hand Guanyin binding), her arms forming a W shape behind her back, her elbows, wrists, and even her palms pressed tightly together, inseparable, only able to lean against each other behind her. Her eyes were covered with a soft silk scarf, isolating her from the surrounding world, yet this did not diminish her perception of subtle changes around her. Her ears caught every tiny sound; even in this state, she maintained a keen awareness of her surroundings. A soft piece of silk cloth was stuffed in her mouth, preventing verbal communication. Whenever she wished to communicate, her sister had to remove it. However, her sister, sometimes playfully, would ignore her, causing Shen Rumeng to emit only faint "woo-woo" sounds. These sounds, though appearing helpless and shy, carried an indescribable charm and alluring aura. Around her neck, she wore a small, exquisite leather collar, tightly cinched against her slender neck, making each breath seem difficult. A leather strap hung from the collar, held by her mischievous sister. With each gentle tug of the strap, the collar tightened further, rendering Shen Rumeng unable to resist her sister's guidance. Shen Rumeng took each step with caution yet with an undeniable elegance. Despite her arms being tightly bound behind her, she managed to maintain her balance with her legs, her gait steady and confident. Sunlight dappled her, and her vibrant qipao, like a dancing flame, stood in stark contrast to the surrounding bustle. Her sister occasionally tugged lightly on the leather strap attached to Shen Rumeng's collar, as if reminding her to watch her step, or perhaps enjoying the playful sense of control. Nevertheless, Shen Rumeng maintained an unhurried demeanor. Her long legs, accentuated by the red high heels, appeared even more captivating, each step firm and steady, seemingly unaffected by her restraints. Though filled with helplessness and shame, she retained her pride and grace. Her sister walked ahead, her steps light and free, a stark contrast to her elder sister's slow, elegant gait. Dressed in a simple skirt, she exuded youthful vitality, occasionally glancing back at her sister with a playful look, as if savoring this special intimate moment. Shen Rumeng was the daughter of Shen Tianxiong, a constable in the yamen. She was highly skilled in martial arts and, despite her seemingly delicate appearance, possessed a brave heart that rivaled any man's. Due to her stubborn and fiery nature, and her rough, uninhibited behavior, her family feared she would remain unmarried and thus subjected her to strict discipline. Her arms were completely bound, forcing her to fight relying solely on her legs. Her sister was by her side to care for her. Her sister, being young, was unrestrained. Walking beside Shen Rumeng was her younger sister, Shen Mengdie, affectionately known to everyone as "Xiao Die." Though young, Xiao Die was nimble and lively, her glossy black short hair fluttering in the wind, her delicate face beaming with a playful smile. She wore a simple, elegant light blue children's Tang suit, which complemented her sister's red qipao. Due to her age, Xiao Die was not subjected to any restraints, allowing her to move with ease and freedom among the crowd. In her hand, Xiao Die held a delicate leather strap, one end securely tied to the cute leather collar around Shen Rumeng's neck. She would occasionally give it a gentle tug, like teasing a docile kitten

The embroidery tower, this aerial pavilion, floated silently in a secluded courtyard, like a reclusive noblewoman, far from the mists of the mortal world. Sunlight struggled to penetrate the gaps in the heavy curtains, leaving only a few faint streaks of light that wove a tapestry of light and shadow within the room, adding a touch of mystery and oppression to the space. The door of the embroidery tower was tightly shut, and the windows were sealed shut, as if to isolate it from all external interference, creating a small world cut off from the rest of existence. In the center of the embroidery tower stood an exquisitely crafted thousand-work bed, its legs carved with intricate patterns, and a delicate corridor encircling its sides. This was not merely decorative; it was the entire world for the woman who resided there. A delicate metal collar adorned Fengyi's neck. The collar was fine and lustrous, its thin chain and silver lock connecting her to a metal slide along the corridor wall, restricting her movement to a limited space. Each time she attempted to step further, the thin chain would emit a faint jingle, reminding her of the boundaries. This collar not only confined her range of motion but also served as a symbol of her status. Though her embroidered gown was sumptuously beautiful, it was constructed from layers of fabric and ingenious mechanisms, each piece meticulously designed to restrain the wearer's movements. This design made every moment Fengyi spent within the embroidery tower feel like navigating a carefully laid out labyrinth, where each step required utmost caution, as if engaged in a silent battle with the garment itself. Fengyi sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers lightly caressing the embroidery needle in her hand, her gaze, however, drifted through the window towards the distant horizon. Her life was almost entirely spent within this confined space. Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight entered, she had to rise and begin her embroidery practice. She remained tethered to the corridor until nightfall, forbidden to leave. Though the metal collar was light, it was a constant reminder that her movements were strictly limited to this small area. When the night was deep and silent, Fengyi would secretly approach the window, trying to catch a glimpse of her own freedom. But each time, as she attempted to draw closer to the unattainable night sky, the metal chain would emit a faint jingle, and the metal collar would gently brush against her skin. It was both a restraint and a connection, reminding her that everything about her was firmly imprisoned. Fengyi's heart was filled with conflict. On one hand, she yearned for the outside world, dreaming of the day she could run freely through the fields. On the other hand, she was bound by family tradition and had to accept it all. Whenever she looked at the sky outside the window, a nameless sorrow would well up within her. She knew that such days might continue until her wedding day. Fengyi's metal collar was personally placed on her by her elders, a moment that seemed to lock her fate forever within this embroidery tower. She remembered that day, the solemn and expectant expressions on the faces of her elders, while her own heart was filled with helplessness and struggle. Initially, Fengyi found this confinement extremely difficult to adapt to, even harboring strong rebellious impulses. In the quiet of the night, she would secretly try to pull at the metal chain, hoping to find a sliver of hope for escape, even if it was just a minuscule amount of freedom. However, each effort ended in failure, the tiny jingle seeming to mock all her fantasies. Fengyi soon realized that struggling only intensified her suffering. As time passed, she began to adapt, and to some extent, she seemed to find a peculiar sense of security. This restraint became a part of her life, offering a small solace amidst the monotonous days. When night fell and all was silent, Fengyi would sit on the thousand-work bed, and by the dim light, she would meticulously examine her embroidered gown. Within this small world, she learned to coexist with her garments and her limitations. When the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains into the embroidery tower, she would pick up her needle and thread again, beginning the day's labor, a sense of anticipation for the challenges ahead stirring within her. In the stitches and threads embroidered on the fabric, Fengyi found a unique way to connect with the outside world. She poured her emotions and thoughts into these patterns, as if resonating with the world through them. She began to study needlework with greater diligence, not only to please her elders but also to seek inner fulfillment and peace. Whenever she focused on her work, the world around her seemed to blur, leaving only the delicate embroidery cloth, the nimble embroidery needle in her hand, and the tranquility and contentment that stemmed from her heart. The embroidery tower became Fengyi's entire life. She grew accustomed to spending every dawn and night here, accustomed to the company of the embroidery needle, accustomed to being guided by the chain as she moved slowly through the corridor. She began to actively adapt to this life, no longer frequently attempting to break free from her restraints, but choosing embroidery as a means of escaping the constraints of reality, and as a bridge to communicate with the world. As time went on, Fengyi's spirit grew more resilient. Though her life remained confined within the embroidery tower, she had learned how to find her own freedom and hope within this limited space. As time flowed gently by, Fengyi, within the embroidery tower, gradually integrated into its rhythm of life. When the first rays of dawn pierced the gaps in the heavy curtains, she would quietly rise and softly walk to the window, her gaze passing through those narrow openings, capturing the indistinct outlines outside. Even such subtle sights were an ineffable treasure to her. She would gently stroke the magnificent embroidered gown she wore, each delicate piece of fabric, each exquisite thread, seeming to have merged with her skin, becoming an inseparable part of her life. Fengyi learned to seek balance within these seemingly cold restraints, and at unexpected moments, she could find a sense of peace and contentment within them. As time passed, Fengyi found that her resistance to this life had quietly dissipated. Whenever she sat on the meticulously carved thousand-work bed, her needle flying and her shuttle dancing, creating vivid images, her soul seemed to dance along. In this confined space, embroidery was not just a skill but a spiritual anchor. The intricate patterns, the soft and delicate colors, were like a mirror of her inner self, both profound and vibrant. Fengyi learned to find her own happiness within this small space. She began to dedicate herself wholeheartedly to embroidery, not only to meet the expectations of her elders but also to find inner peace and tranquility in this small corner of the world. When she was immersed in the world of embroidery, everything around her seemed to fade into insignificance, time slowed down, and her mind found a moment of release. When night fell and the embroidery tower was enveloped in silence, Fengyi would stroll lightly along the corridor, the thin chain on the metal slide swaying gently with her steps, emitting a melodious sound like a nocturnal serenade. She would pause, lift her head to gaze at the sliver of sky obscured by the curtains, and her heart would surge with infinite reverie for the outside world. In this moment, her soul seemed to be set free, transcending the four walls of the embroidery tower, conversing with the boundless universe. As the first light of dawn broke, the embroidery tower was still filled with a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere. Fengyi's eyelids slowly fluttered open, revealing the meticulously crafted world before her. She sat up gently, her movements light and unhurried, each step accompanied by the faint jingle of the thin chain on the metal slide and the metal ring, like a melodious morning song. She walked slowly to the window, her gaze passing through the carved wooden frames, capturing the world outside. Although her vision was limited, this did not hinder her perception of change. Whenever this happened, an ineffable emotion would arise within her, a unique feeling that was her own, like a gentle stream softly touching every corner of her heart. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the window lattice, falling upon Fengyi, as if gilding her embroidered gown with a faint golden sheen. That gown was not only a symbol of her status but also an extension of her soul. A small bell hidden at her chest, with every light movement, emitted a clear and pleasant sound, as gentle and pure as a spring stream, adding a touch of poetic charm to her life. She gently stroked the exquisite embroidery inside the sleeves of her gown, her fingers tracing every detail, as if she could feel the warmth behind each stitch and thread. Over the years, this gown had long since merged with her skin, becoming an indispensable part of her.

Su Wanqing, having had prior contact with Fang Jie, meticulously disguised herself to avoid exposure. She opted for a highly specialized form of camouflage, aiming to appear as an ordinary animal, a plan far beyond a simple costume. Ling Xue'er expertly applied the disguise. A custom-made latex dog-girl bondage suit clung to her petite frame like a second skin, accentuating every curve and her shapely figure with a mysterious allure. This specially treated latex offered excellent concealment and breathability, allowing her to blend seamlessly into the nocturnal environment. To further melt into the night, Su Wanqing was fitted with a golden-furred animal costume, transforming her into a docile and beautiful Golden Retriever, agile and captivating. Even the most observant would find it difficult to detect the deception. To ensure the disguise's effectiveness, Su Wanqing's limbs were ingeniously folded and secured with leather gloves and leg wraps, preventing her from easily using her hands and feet. Her hands rested on her shoulders, and her feet were positioned against her buttocks, both encased in specially designed paw gloves. These further restricted finger and toe movement and were secured to her shoulders and hips with leather straps and tape. This setup ensured Su Wanqing could not use her hands or feet, making her movements more akin to a female dog. Constrained by the suit, she could only crawl, supporting herself on her elbows and knees like an animal walking on four limbs, maintaining a stable and graceful gait. Each elbow and knee had a pad resembling an animal's paw, both aesthetically pleasing and enhancing the disguise, while also reducing impact during movement. Most striking was the exquisite canine tail butt plug. Its length and texture were meticulously designed for comfort and realism. Discreetly fitted into an opening at the center of her buttocks, the soft, elastic tail swayed gently with every subtle hip movement, mimicking the playful wag of a lively puppy. Su Wanqing moved with deliberate lightness, each step as silent as possible, the tail tracing invisible arcs in the air, adding an ineffable charm to the night. Each sway of her hips brought the tail to life, showcasing her unique, seductive allure. As she moved, the tail seemed to possess a life of its own, dancing in the night breeze, a gentle golden glint flickering in the darkness, captivating the heart. Su Wanqing advanced slowly, each light step cautious, fearful of disturbing the silence. Every turn was accompanied by the subtle swing of her exquisite tail, like musical notes dancing in the night, infusing the quiet evening with vibrancy. With every minute movement, the butt plug became an extension of her body, moving in rhythm with her, transforming the disguise from mere outward appearance to an expression of inner essence. Silently, Su Wanqing ventured into the woods, each turn, each step, imbued with mystery and seduction. Her every hip sway was not just a clever adornment but a silent declaration of her inner courage and resolve. In the darkness, Su Wanqing moved through the forest like an elegant and captivating Golden Retriever, navigating the woods in her own unique way, in search of her secrets. Su Wanqing's cherry lips were sealed by a custom-made mask-like gag, rendering her completely silent. Crafted from soft, delicate material, it fit snugly against her lips like a small, exquisite mask, ensuring a perfect seal while maintaining its aesthetic appeal. Additionally, a meticulously designed dog-head hood covered her head, completely obscuring her vision and preventing any communication through her eyes. Despite this peculiar state, Su Wanqing's heart was filled with complex emotions—curiosity and anticipation mingled with a trace of nervousness. Yet, her outward demeanor remained serene, betraying no unease. She knew that everything happening tonight was crucial. Her sole means of effective communication was the wagging of her tail, made of soft, elastic material. This tail, not only practical, was adorned with a large pet bell at its tip, adding a touch of charm to this unique exchange. Standing beside Su Wanqing was Ling Xue'er, the sharp and intelligent girl. She watched Su Wanqing's wagging tail with intense focus, attempting to decipher the messages Su Wanqing wished to convey. Each tail movement held specific meaning, and Ling Xue'er, like a professional decoder, swiftly and accurately captured these subtle changes, relaying the information to the surrounding house servants. The servants acted upon Ling Xue'er's conveyed messages, executing their tasks smoothly and orderly, like a meticulously rehearsed performance. Within the forest, apart from the faint sound of the wagging tail, an profound silence prevailed. This unique communication method fascinated everyone, imbued with an air of mystery. As the night deepened, the forest atmosphere grew increasingly tense and expectant. Everyone held their breath, pondering what would happen next, as if the entire world had paused, awaiting the unfolding secrets. A collar studded with silver spikes was fastened tightly around Su Wanqing's neck. Each spike glinted coldly in the dim light, like frozen stars. A slender dog leash was attached to the collar. Ling Xue'er held the other end of the leash firmly, as if strolling through the night forest with a docile pet. Despite being bound by the full-body suit, Su Wanqing maintained an elegant and proud posture, like a noble cat trapped in a cage. Even in these difficult circumstances, her steps were silent and remarkably composed.

Mu Rong Qingyan was immersed in the design, her mind constantly sketching out every detail. This gown would be made of a transparent material, ensuring visual completeness and unity. To achieve the ultimate binding effect, every part of the gown was meticulously calculated to accentuate Shen Rumeng's feminine charm while completely restricting her freedom of movement. She carefully considered how to incorporate innovative elements into the design to cater to Shen Rumeng's unique personality. Picking up an exquisite crystal pen, she lightly sketched curves and outlines on the design, each stroke filled with a pursuit of beauty and an understanding of restraint. Mu Rong Qingyan's gaze fell upon the headpiece section of the design. Shen Rumeng's delicate features would be completely enclosed by a nearly airtight hood. To enhance the realism of the restraint, she had also deliberately added the element of difficulty breathing. The nose area of the hood was designed with extreme precision, ensuring breathability while maximally limiting the space for respiration. The nostrils allowed for some airflow, but under the tightness, breathing would still be very difficult, with only enough oxygen to barely maintain vital signs, insufficient for the ample air needed for strenuous activity. She imagined Shen Rumeng's helpless yet alluring appearance when wearing such a hood, a smile playing on her lips. Next, she turned to the issue of arm restraint. On the design, she meticulously depicted a complex structure that would not only securely fix the arms behind her back but also, through a series of ingenious buckles and straps, ensure they could not move. This design was not only aesthetically pleasing but also extremely practical, effectively limiting Shen Rumeng's freedom of movement. For the treatment of her slender, shapely legs and her delicate, small feet, Mu Rong Qingyan had gone to great lengths. She planned to use a special material to tightly wrap the legs and feet together, rendering them completely unable to separate. This material needed to have enough elasticity to conform to the body's curves, yet be strong enough to ensure the legs could not break free. To simulate this effect, she repeatedly smudged the paper with her pencil, trying to find the optimal design solution. Mu Rong Qingyan knew that this gown was not just a restriction of Shen Rumeng's body, but also a test of her spirit and will. She hoped that through this method, Shen Rumeng would learn to accept restraint, thereby becoming more elegant and composed. On the design, she meticulously noted the specific dimensions of each part, ensuring that the finished gown would fit Shen Rumeng's body precisely. Ultimately, every detail on the design showcased Mu Rong Qingyan's pursuit of beauty and her understanding of restraint. She eagerly anticipated seeing Shen Rumeng in this gown, where beauty and elegance within confinement would be one of the most unique works of her design career. Before Mu Rong Qingyan, a meticulously drawn design unfolded, like an unfinished painting awaiting its life. The workbench was surrounded by various exquisite tools and precious materials, everything in perfect order. This creation was extraordinary, not just a piece of clothing, but a promise, carrying a deep understanding of Shen Rumeng's unique charm and her meticulous protection. The design drawing appeared particularly vivid under the morning light. The inspiration for this bodysuit came from Mu Rong Qingyan's insight into Shen Rumeng's personality—she possessed not only extraordinary martial arts skills but also an inner yearning for warmth and care. Mu Rong Qingyan knew that this bodysuit must not only accentuate Shen Rumeng's feminine allure but also ensure that while protected, she would not lose her bravery and resilience. Every detail of the bodysuit was carefully planned. This bag-like bodysuit would cling tightly to every inch of Shen Rumeng's skin, becoming her new skin, perfectly outlining her graceful curves, and merging completely with her delicate form. The bodysuit was made of a special elastic fiber that could automatically adjust its tightness based on the wearer's body temperature, ensuring comfort while effectively restricting her freedom of movement. Through the bodysuit's clever shaping, Shen Rumeng's breasts appeared more prominent, gently rising and falling with each breath, exuding a unique feminine charm and alluring aura. The bodysuit skillfully sculpted Shen Rumeng's hips to appear more perky, with every slight movement causing subtle tremors, showcasing a unique elasticity and fullness. The bodysuit tightly encased the upper thighs, revealing every detail, exuding an indescribable allure and mystery, as if inviting exploration of her body's secrets. Not only that, but every aspect of this bodysuit's design was thoughtfully considered. At the indented center of the upper thighs and the center of the buttocks, holes were specifically left. These holes were designed with extreme precision, considering both aesthetics and practicality. Their existence was to address normal excretory needs and to facilitate the use of special instruments for development and training, preparing her fully for her future enjoyment by her husband. Although the presence of these holes slightly marred the overall effect of the bodysuit, for Shen Rumeng, they were an indispensable functional design, ensuring that even when restrained, basic physiological needs could be maintained. Mu Rong Qingyan envisioned Shen Rumeng wearing this bodysuit. The material of the bodysuit was smooth and elastic, not only ensuring the wearer's comfort but also making it impossible for Shen Rumeng to easily break free. The complex strap structure on the back was not only beautiful but also effectively restricted her freedom of movement. These straps crisscrossed, like intricate works of art, showcasing feminine softness while also highlighting the bodysuit's functionality. The head was designed with a nearly airtight hood, with only the nostrils providing ventilation, making breathing somewhat difficult. Her arms were securely fixed behind her back, completely immobile. Her slender legs and small, jade-like feet were also completely wrapped together by the bodysuit, making them impossible to separate, let alone walk. She could only hop and skip forward, moving with great difficulty in a unique and restricted manner. Every movement required immense patience and care, as if each step was a test of Shen Rumeng's courage and elegance. Mu Rong Qingyan's gaze lingered on every detail of the design, her fingers gently tracing the complex lines and patterns, her mind already picturing Shen Rumeng wearing this bodysuit. Her youthful, alluring maiden's body was completely wrapped and restrained, from head to toe, completely sealed, leaving no room for movement. Mu Rong Qingyan could almost see Shen Rumeng's expression when wearing this bodysuit—a mixture of curiosity about the unknown and a sense of security from being protected. At this moment, she had not only created a work of art but also a story—a story of courage, elegance, and love. To ensure the effectiveness of this restraint, material selection was crucial. It had to be a material that was both comfortable and capable of withstanding high-strength pulling. After comparing different materials, Mu Rong Qingyan still believed "cloud silk" was the best choice. This material was both tough and had a certain elasticity, making it almost impossible for Shen Rumeng to break free, even with her extraordinary martial arts skills. Mu Rong Qingyan couldn't help but want to quickly see this highly skilled young woman completely restrained, writhing helplessly like a worm. At the center of the crystal design workshop, everything around seemed to paint a clear picture in Mu Rong Qingyan's mind. On the table before her lay a design for a special restraint gown, tailor-made for Shen Rumeng. This gown not only needed to restrict her freedom of movement but also ensure that this highly skilled girl could not easily break free. Mu Rong Qingyan's fingertips lightly brushed across the drawing, a complex emotion stirring within her. To ensure the effectiveness of this restraint, material selection was crucial. It had to be a material that was both comfortable and capable of withstanding high-strength pulling. Among the many alternative materials, Mu Rong Qingyan still considered "cloud silk" the prime choice for creating this special gown. This material was both tough and elastic, rendering all attempts to break free skillfully null and void, like a fist hitting cotton. Even Shen Rumeng's exceptional martial arts skills would be rendered helpless under the restraint of this material. Mu Rong Qingyan's gaze lingered on every detail of the drawing, from the hood to the ankles, every restraint meticulously designed. She imagined what it would look like when this gown was worn by Shen Rumeng. What a captivating scene that would be! This gown would be like a transparent bag, wrapping Shen Rumeng tightly from head to toe. To ensure comfort and effectiveness, the gown used a special elastic fiber that could automatically adjust its tightness based on the wearer's body temperature, ensuring that even the most violent struggles could not break free. Mu Rong Qingyan couldn't help but want to quickly see this highly skilled young woman completely restrained, writhing helplessly like a worm. Mu Rong Qingyan's heart was filled with anticipation. She eagerly awaited the final product of this gown and Shen Rumeng's appearance when wearing it. This gown was not just a piece of clothing, but a challenge. Mu Rong Qingyan knew that once this gown was completed, Shen Rumeng would be completely restrained, able only to writhe helplessly, like a fish trapped in a net, unable to escape. Amidst this anticipation, there was also a subtle emotional fluctuation. She seemed to be waiting to witness a brand new Shen Rumeng, one completely encased and restrained, yet unable to conceal her inner charm.

Murong Qingyan's gaze fell upon the head design of the transparent, fully enclosed, restrictive bodysuit on the blueprint. She knew this garment would irrevocably alter Shen Rumeng's life. Picking up her pen, she began sketching the design for cat-ear shaped hair clips, intended to perfectly complement the cat tail and further mold Shen Rumeng into a docile feline. The sides of the clips would be crafted from soundproof material, completely encasing Shen Rumeng's ears within soft, thick insulation. The special material used for the clips would seamlessly integrate with the bodysuit's hood, becoming one. After a prolonged period of wear, it would become impossible to separate from the bodysuit, permanently and utterly depriving Shen Rumeng of her hearing. Murong Qingyan dared to be so thorough because she hadn't forgotten Shen Rumeng's unique advantage – having cultivated profound internal energy, Shen Rumeng could, even in a silent world, discern the location and movements of surrounding enemies through their "qi." However, this disembodied sensation would still offer Shen Rumeng a unique experience of confinement. Next, Murong Qingyan's attention turned to the eyes. She designed a special adhesive to permanently seal the eyelids, meaning Shen Rumeng's vision would also be taken away, consigning her to eternal darkness. Yet, Murong Qingyan had not forgotten to leave Shen Rumeng a sliver of hope. All that remained for Shen Rumeng was her faint sense of smell, as the nose still bore the crucial responsibility of breathing and could not be completely blocked. The nose would still allow for difficult respiration under extreme restriction, enabling her to rely on her weak sense of smell, combined with her perception of "qi," to construct an image of her adversaries and find a glimmer of light for herself. In the darkness, Shen Rumeng would learn to depend on her other senses, particularly her well-trained "qi" perception, which would become her key to finding light in the abyss. Furthermore, to further restrict Shen Rumeng's linguistic abilities, she designed a sophisticated dental appliance. This appliance would precisely conform to Shen Rumeng's dental structure and, once fixed, would be nearly impossible to remove. This meant not only would Shen Rumeng be unable to speak, but she would also be incapable of swallowing or chewing. Shen Rumeng's future sustenance would be limited to injecting essential nutritional agents into the anal plug within the cat tail, allowing her body to digest and absorb them through her rectum. To ensure the complete deprivation of her speech, Murong Qingyan also prepared a dental adhesive for permanent fixation of the teeth and a special lip balm for permanently sealing the lips. In this manner, Shen Rumeng would be utterly silenced, becoming a perfectly quiet and elegant young lady. Murong Qingyan meticulously selected a special adhesive for bonding the lips, a substance that hardened instantly upon contact with skin, ensuring the lips remained sealed, rendering any utterance impossible. Though these designs appeared cruel and merciless, Murong Qingyan knew in her heart that she was crafting a work of art for Shen Rumeng, a garment that would perfectly fit her body. This was not merely clothing; it would become Shen Rumeng's new skin, enveloping her completely, becoming an integral part of her. During the design process, Murong Qingyan also considered Shen Rumeng's limitations of movement, ensuring the garment would not only showcase her beauty but also prevent her from easily breaking free. Every line and every angle of the garment had been meticulously calculated, aiming for aesthetic appeal while maximizing the restriction of Shen Rumeng's activity. The elastic fibers of the bodysuit would automatically adjust their tightness based on the wearer's body temperature, ensuring Shen Rumeng felt comfortable while being encased, yet this comfort was accompanied by an inescapable sense of restraint. Murong Qingyan understood Shen Rumeng's personality deeply. She did not intend to completely strip Shen Rumeng of everything, but rather to limit her freedom to a certain extent, teaching her to express herself in a different way. This garment would mark the beginning of Shen Rumeng's new life, serving as both a restraint and a new possibility. Under such a design, Shen Rumeng would learn to move forward in her own way, finding light in darkness and freedom within confinement. Murong Qingyan was immersed in the world of creation, her mind and fingertips dancing together, each stroke imbued with her pursuit and dedication to beauty. Murong Qingyan meticulously examined every detail, ensuring there were no flaws. As the final stroke of ink fell, she nodded in satisfaction, the preliminary design sketch coming to life under her hand. Murong Qingyan knew this creation would be a milestone in her design career, representing not only the pinnacle of her skill but also carrying a special mission. She eagerly anticipated witnessing the completion of this work and seeing Shen Rumeng in it. Within Murong Qingyan's design studio, soft crystal light bathed the workbench, illuminating her focused profile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the future. At this moment, Murong Qingyan could almost envision Shen Rumeng wearing this restrictive gown – what expression would she wear? How would she cope with this unprecedented limitation? Murong Qingyan's heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation, knowing all would be revealed in the near future. Murong Qingyan's gaze slowly swept across the design, the transparent, fully enclosed, restrictive bodysuit vividly rendered on the paper. This garment was not only meant to limit Shen Rumeng's freedom of movement but also to ensure that this girl, possessing extraordinary martial arts skills, could not break free. Murong Qingyan pondered continuously during the design process, envisioning a new garment that was both resilient and elastic, making it nearly impossible for Shen Rumeng, despite her exceptional martial prowess, to escape. The material felt as soft as silk to the touch yet was incredibly strong, capable of automatically adjusting its tightness based on the wearer's body temperature, ensuring both comfort and effective restriction of movement. Murong Qingyan continued to scrutinize the design, countless scenes of Shen Rumeng wearing this garment flooding her mind. She imagined Shen Rumeng, after donning the bodysuit, searching for her own means of expression within the limitations, still able to display her unique charm in a seemingly passive situation. She eagerly awaited the completion of this work and the moment Shen Rumeng would wear it. Murong Qingyan picked up a small sample of "cloud silk," caressing its surface, feeling its unique texture and temperature. She imagined the distinct tactile sensation and experience Shen Rumeng would have while wearing this garment. As her gaze fell upon the hood section of the design, she meticulously conceived every detail – Shen Rumeng's delicate features would be completely sealed by a nearly airtight hood, making breathing extremely difficult, barely maintaining vital signs. At the central indentation of Shen Rumeng's inner thighs and the center of her buttocks, the bodysuit featured specially designed openings to accommodate normal excretion and facilitate the use of special instruments for development and training. These designs were both an enhancement of restriction and a unique form of protection for Shen Rumeng.

Her legs were bound tightly together, unable to even separate her toes, as if cast from a single iron plate. What were once wings capable of free dance were now forcibly shackled, unable to fly. Shame and helplessness washed over her. Her once liberated legs could now only bend and extend in an awkward manner. Each attempt to move them only underscored her predicament—she was utterly restrained. From now on, she could only move by hopping, a method both embarrassing and difficult. Even her head was completely encased by a near-airtight hood. Only at the nostrils was there any provision for ventilation, but this meager opening felt precious under the taut fabric, forcing her to labor for each breath, struggling to adapt to this near-suffocating state. She could feel each breath becoming exceptionally difficult, yielding only enough oxygen to sustain life. Shen Rumeng tried to struggle with the little strength she had left, but quickly realized it was all in vain. She could only feel her body tightly encased, every inch of her skin stripped of its freedom. This restraint wasn't just physical; it was mental. She had once been a girl of extraordinary skill, and now, she could only lie here helplessly, allowing fear and unease to consume her spirit. Every struggle intensified the tightness of the bonds, fueling her rage and fear even more fiercely. This sudden confinement filled her with unprecedented panic, yet she continued to struggle, desperate to break free from this overwhelming restraint. She realized she was completely bound, a nameless dread surging through her. She could feel not only her sight and hearing but also her ability to speak had been stolen. All that remained was a faint sense of smell and a deep, inner terror. She didn't know how this had happened, or why. She felt helpless, angry, and profoundly ashamed. She began to fuss and cry like a spoiled child, attempting to express her discontent and defiance through this behavior. Shen Rumeng continued to struggle, but it was utterly futile. She felt a sensation unlike anything before—a suffocating pressure. Breathing became incredibly difficult, each inhale requiring immense effort, as if only trace amounts of life-sustaining oxygen remained in the air. Shen Rumeng began to realize she was encased in a special garment, one that clung to her skin like a second skin, as if custom-made for her. Her body writhed in the darkness, every cell screaming in protest. She tried to wiggle her fingers, only to find even such a small movement was incredibly difficult. Each effort only tightened her body further, as if being squeezed by an invisible force. Her heart pounded, her chest heaved erratically, her breathing grew rapid and shallow, managing to draw only wisps of precious oxygen through the tiny vents at her nostrils. This difficulty in breathing amplified her panic, making her more desperate to break free. As her consciousness gradually cleared, Shen Rumeng began to perceive the details of her body with heightened sensitivity. A chill spread from the depths of her heart. She began to realize she was wearing an unprecedented restraint garment, a special kind of bodysuit. She felt waves of cold, as if a transparent bag was tightly enveloping her body, from head to toe, leaving no gaps. The material of this garment was exceptionally unique, not only clinging to her skin but rendering all her struggles futile. She could feel her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath, but they were too constricted to expand freely. Her arms were securely fastened behind her back, a complex arrangement of straps between her wrists and elbows rendering Shen Rumeng completely incapable of resistance. Each attempt to move seemed to tighten the straps on her wrists a little more, a reminder of the futility of her efforts. She tried to focus her mind, to employ her martial arts skills, but found even the thought to be a luxury. This bodysuit not only restricted her movements but also subtly controlled her breathing rhythm, forcing her to confront a harsh reality—she was no longer the formidable warrior who commanded respect, but a helpless girl trapped in a transparent cage. Shen Rumeng felt her head completely enclosed, as if a transparent hood was tightly molded to her face, almost airtight. The design at the nostrils was incredibly precise, ensuring ventilation while minimizing the breathing space. She could feel the faint airflow between her nostrils, each breath a struggle against this hood. The hood covered not only her head but also extended to the sides of her cheeks, adhering closely to her skin, ensuring a perfect seal against her ears. She tried to shake her head, only to feel the soft lining inside the hood gradually merging with her ears, completely isolating her from external sounds. Shen Rumeng tried to open her mouth, only to find her lips seemed to be sealed together by some special adhesive, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open even the slightest gap. She knew she had completely lost the ability to speak, destined to be a quiet and demure lady forever. Shen Rumeng tried to regulate her breathing, to calm her emotions. She knew struggling now would only deplete her energy. She began to observe her surroundings, searching for any clue. In her struggles, she vaguely sensed something unusual between her legs and in the center of her buttocks. This made her try harder to perceive these areas. It was there she discovered something she could control—a lively cat tail. Shen Rumeng realized that while the rest of her body was firmly bound, at least this cat tail could be freely manipulated by the strength of her sphincter muscles. This discovery gave her a glimmer of hope, and she began to try to use this tail to communicate with the outside world. Although Shen Rumeng's limbs were immobile, she could control this cat tail with the power of her sphincter muscles. This subtle sensation made her realize that even though her entire body was restrained, she at least retained the ability to control this tail. Shen Rumeng realized she was completely restricted, both physically and vocally, in an unprecedented state of bondage. Despite the inner resistance and unease, every physical reaction served as a stark reminder that this was not a dream, but a cruel reality. She didn't know what would happen next, but she was determined to find a way to escape. She began to formulate plans in her mind, though she knew that in this state, any escape attempt would be incredibly difficult. She had to utilize the little freedom she had left—controlling the cat tail—to seek outside help or attract attention. Shen Rumeng tried to compose herself, forcing herself to remain calm, but her body's reactions betrayed her. Each deep breath felt like a battle against the bodysuit, each attempt to twist her body made her more acutely aware of her helplessness. She didn't know where she was, or who had put her in this situation. With repeated attempts, Shen Rumeng gradually mastered the technique of controlling the cat tail. She tried to gently wag it, hoping to attract the attention of those around her. Although it was a small movement, it became Shen Rumeng's only link to the outside world. She poured all her strength into making this tail a tool to send a distress signal to the outside. However, no matter how hard she tried, there was no response. Shen Rumeng felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and despair, but she did not give up. She began to perceive her surroundings more carefully, hoping to find a clue. Through repeated attempts and failures, she gradually adapted to the feeling of restraint, and her body gradually became accustomed to the pressure of the bodysuit.

As Ling Xue'er's fingers lightly brushed the hem of the skirt, her tone softened, "And these decorations on the hem, each sequin is meticulously sewn on, as if stars adorning the night sky, swaying gently with the wearer's movements, emitting a brilliant glow." Su Wanqing's gaze was drawn to the tiny bright spots, and she seemed to feel that delicate sensation of gentle swaying with movement, a charm that was both elegant and mysterious. Ling Xue'er walked closer to Su Wanqing, her voice filled with comfort, "Master, I know you might not be accustomed to such attire, but I promise, you will be the most beautiful. And I will be by your side to serve you at all times." Ling Xue'er's words were gentle yet firm, and her eyes revealed a deep care for her master. She knew that her master felt uncomfortable with such strict constraints, but Ling Xue'er firmly believed that as long as her master was willing to try, she would be able to overcome her inner hesitation. Ling Xue'er's fingers gently glided over the satin of the gown, feeling its delicacy and exquisiteness, her eyes full of encouragement and support for her master. Beside the restrictive gown, a specially made four-wheeled vehicle was also placed. Ling Xue'er's gaze immediately shifted to it, and she excitedly approached, observing it closely. Its exterior was covered in a layer of dark blue glass, inlaid with colorful gems and small diamonds, shimmering with a flowing luster, as if one were in a dreamlike underwater world. The sides of the four-wheeled vehicle did not have the usual armrests, but were replaced by a set of metal plates, also covered in blue glass. Between the metal plates, a slot was left, just large enough to accommodate the figure of a woman, like a custom-made wooden cangue, tightly securing Su Wanqing's delicate body to the backrest. The seat was made of the finest leather, with a delicate and soft touch, providing an ultimate comfortable experience. Gems were embedded within, emitting a brilliant yet soft glow, like the brightest stars in the night sky. The back of the seat was designed to be exceptionally tall, ensuring stability of support while exuding an indescribable nobility and elegance. "Master, take a look at this four-wheeled vehicle," Ling Xue'er continued, her tone filled with a hint of admiration, "It's simply a work of art." Ling Xue'er gently stroked the blue glass surface of the four-wheeled vehicle, inlaid with colorful gems and small diamonds. Under the moonlight, it seemed like a flowing river of stars, or a dreamlike underwater world, making one yearn for it. Ling Xue'er's eyes were full of anticipation as she stroked the smooth surface of the four-wheeled vehicle, imagining her master secured upon it. Su Wanqing looked at the four-wheeled vehicle, frowning slightly, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She knew that she would be carried by this four-wheeled vehicle, becoming the focus of everyone's attention. However, this also meant that she would lose her freedom of movement, and everything would depend on others. This sense of restraint made her feel uneasy. Ling Xue'er, on the other hand, was very happy to serve her master, believing that her master was most beautiful when restrained. Ling Xue'er slowly walked around the four-wheeled vehicle, carefully observing every detail. When she noticed the crisscrossing leather straps and metal chains on the seat, a subtle possessiveness flashed in her eyes. "Master, these straps and chains look very sturdy, they will surely keep you stable in any situation." Her words revealed a special sense of satisfaction. Ling Xue'er gently stroked the leather straps, as if experiencing the comfort and stability they provided. "And these metal chains here," she pointed to the chains that crossed from her shoulders to her hips, and from her thighs to her calves in an X shape, "they will make you more stable and elegant when the four-wheeled vehicle is moving." Her fingers lightly glided over the exquisite chains, as if she could feel the unique aesthetic they brought. Ling Xue'er turned around and faced Su Wanqing, her eyes sparkling with a gentle light. "Master, this gown really suits you. I know you sometimes feel restricted, but this is also a part of our shared experience," she said softly, trying to comfort Su Wanqing. Su Wanqing's gaze followed Ling Xue'er, focusing on every detail of the four-wheeled vehicle. The metal plates across the backrest and the securing straps, as well as the metal chains used for fixation, not only provided her with stable support but also served as a silent promise, ensuring that she would feel a special sense of belonging with every movement. A complex emotion inevitably welled up in Su Wanqing's heart. She knew that these seemingly exquisite details actually meant she would be completely bound. Ling Xue'er seemed to notice Su Wanqing's gaze, and she stepped closer, asking softly, "Master, do you feel a little uncomfortable?" Her words were full of concern, and she gently comforted her, "Master, this four-wheeled vehicle is so exquisite, it will surely make you the center of attention. Although it may cause some inconvenience, please don't worry, your disciple will always be by your side and do her best to take care of you." Her tone was full of affection for her master, yet it also revealed a hint of possessiveness towards Su Wanqing. Su Wanqing nodded gently. Although she felt helpless about all of this, she also understood Ling Xue'er's intentions. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions; on one hand, she was nervous about the upcoming experience, and on the other hand, she was grateful to Ling Xue'er. She knew that what she was about to face was not just an external change, but also a spiritual test. Ling Xue'er gently stroked the surface of the four-wheeled vehicle, her eyes full of longing and anticipation for the future. She knew that all of this would bring her master an unprecedented experience and would also become a new turning point in their relationship. And in Su Wanqing's heart, a complex and subtle emotion was quietly blossoming. She began to ponder what this upcoming transformation truly meant. She knew that no matter what the future held, at this moment, she would face it bravely. Ling Xue'er's gaze then fell on a uniquely shaped U-shaped rod, a mysterious object called the U-shaped warm jade rod, which greatly piqued Ling Xue'er's interest. This rare and precious jade possessed a unique texture and warm luster, with a delicate touch that transmitted a gentle warmth the moment it came into contact with the skin. Its surface was smooth and warm, emitting a faint glow. Although Su Wanqing could not see it directly, she felt a subtle emotional fluctuation from Ling Xue'er's eyes. Su Wanqing trembled slightly. She could imagine the intention behind the design and tried to adjust her emotions, yet she still felt a sense of unease. This design made her realize that she would lose control over a part of her body and even her mind, and would rely more on Ling Xue'er's help. Su Wanqing's heart was filled with mixed emotions, a mixture of resistance and helplessness. Ling Xue'er carefully approached the U-shaped rod and examined it closely. "Master, this jade rod is truly exquisite. Not only is its appearance elegant, but it also has many wonderful functions." Ling Xue'er's tone was tinged with shyness, yet filled with curiosity. "Master, you will find this design very thoughtful." Ling Xue'er pointed to the U-shaped rod, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Although this design made her feel a little embarrassed, she also understood deep down that this U-shaped rod was not just an ornament, but a crucial part of the gown. She knew that this design would be activated when her master put on the gown, providing a special experience that would keep her master in a state of extreme excitement and pleasure at all times. Su Wanqing listened silently, a wave of complex emotions washing over her. This U-shaped warm jade rod was not just an ordinary accessory, but a response to her deepest desires. She knew that this object would be placed within her body, bringing indescribable sensations, making it even harder for her to control her body, and even altering her mind, making it difficult for her to think calmly. Under Ling Xue'er's guidance, she began to imagine the feeling of this object within her body, that subtle yet intense experience, as if it were a reminder of her identity as a woman. Moreover, once her psychological defenses collapsed and she indulged in this endless pleasure, she would never be able to escape her dependence on it, and her body and mind would be forever imprisoned on this four-wheeled vehicle. Ling Xue'er gently stroked the surface of the jade rod, as if experiencing its unique texture and warmth. "Master, when you wear this gown and sit in the four-wheeled vehicle, combined with this U-shaped warm jade rod... you will be just like a princess from a fairy tale." Ling Xue'er's words were full of longing, as if she were imagining a beautiful picture. Su Wanqing listened silently, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She knew that these designs were not just for aesthetic considerations, but also to ensure her stability while wearing this gown. Thinking that she would have to rely entirely on this four-wheeled vehicle to move, she couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. Su Wanqing silently watched Ling Xue'er's excited demeanor, her heart filled with both gratitude and helplessness. She knew that Ling Xue'er's care and affection for her were genuine, but this restrictive lifestyle also made her feel somewhat oppressed. However, Ling Xue'er's presence brought her some comfort. The disciple's care and meticulous attention at least provided her with some solace in this process. Finally, on the table was also a set of complex facial restraints. An eye mask, a gag, and securing straps were combined to form an almost airtight set of equipment. Ling Xue'er curiously tried it on, her eyes flashing with an unusual light. "Master, this thing looks very strict, but it will protect your privacy and ensure your elegance and composure in public." Su Wanqing remained silent, merely gazing at Ling Xue'er through the gaps in the eye mask, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She knew that these facial restraints would deprive her of her sight and speech, leaving her only able to make muffled sounds, and only Ling Xue'er would be able to interpret their meaning. She would lose the power to communicate directly with anyone, becoming even more dependent on Ling Xue'er's assistance. Ling Xue'er gently picked up the complex facial restraints, a hint of concern in her eyes. She knew that this was not only to protect her master's image but also a way to ensure that her master maintained an elegant posture in all situations. She knew her master might feel uncomfortable with this, but she would do her best to ensure her master's comfort and safety. "With this on, only your disciple will be able to understand what you say. But don't worry, your disciple will diligently convey whatever Master says." Su Wanqing looked at the exquisite eye mask and gag. Although complex emotions surged deep within her, she knew that Ling Xue'er's words contained deep care and respect, as if these designs were not only for aesthetic beauty and sensory restriction but also a gentle care for her inner self. Su Wanqing stood quietly to the side, her gaze cast into the distance through the gaps in the eye mask, her expression a mixture of helplessness and acceptance. She imagined her body tightly wrapped in this gown, the latex texture clinging to her skin, the metal framework creating subtle pressure at various points, making breathing difficult. Her heart was complex, filled with both dependence on Ling Xue'er and helplessness towards this restraint. Su Wanqing's inner heart harbored a conflicting state of both resistance and acceptance towards this state of extreme restraint. She knew that she would have to rely on Ling Xue'er's help to adapt to this new sense of confinement. Ling Xue'er's care and concern for Su Wanqing stemmed from their master-disciple relationship, but also contained a certain desire for control. The special function of the U-shaped warm jade rod brought Su Wanqing into a state of continuous excitement, increasing her dependence on Ling Xue'er. And the special design of the facial restraints made it impossible for anyone other than Ling Xue'er to understand the messages Su Wanqing tried to convey. All of this made Su Wanqing both anticipate and feel apprehensive about what was to come.

Su Wanqing closed her eyes, a mix of anticipation and shyness swirling within her. She could feel Ling Xueer's fingers moving gently on her face, a familiar and comforting sensation that made her relax involuntarily. The moment Su Wanqing's eyes closed, an ineffable feeling surged within Ling Xueer. This feeling transcended simple master-disciple affection, encompassing a deep admiration and protectiveness for Su Wanqing. She knew that, given their societal context, Su Wanqing had chosen an extraordinary path. And as her disciple, she was not merely an assistant in Su Wanqing's daily life, but an indispensable companion on her journey of dreams. Ling Xueer slowly picked up the elegant, pale blue velvet eye mask. The soft padding on the inside felt warm to the touch, a design she knew was intended to minimize discomfort. As the soft mask once again covered Su Wanqing's vision, her heart began to beat a little faster. Though she couldn't see the world outside, Su Wanqing knew Ling Xueer was by her side, a feeling that brought her immense peace. In this darkness, the air was filled with an indescribable ambiguity, like a flower blooming secretly in the night, carrying a fatal allure. Su Wanqing's lips curved into a slight smile. Though she couldn't see, she could sense the glint in Ling Xueer's eyes. Ling Xueer began to carefully place the eye mask over Su Wanqing's eyes, her fingers gliding along the edges, pressing the sealing ring around the mask to ensure not a single ray of light could penetrate. As the mask settled onto her face, Su Wanqing's heartbeat seemed to quicken in tandem. Ling Xueer's movements were gentle and slow, each light touch stirring subtle emotional ripples within her. The soft padding inside the mask felt delicate, conforming perfectly to Su Wanqing's eyelids as Ling Xueer worked, blocking out all light and external distractions. Su Wanqing blinked softly. Though she couldn't see the world outside, her vision a complete blackness, she could feel Ling Xueer's warm fingers moving on her face, a sensation that reassured her.

Ling Xue'er's finger gently lifted the metal gag, its cold gleam catching the light, reflecting a subtle craving in her eyes. Time seemed to stand still, everything slowing to a heavy, deliberate pace. Su Wanqing sat composed, her gaze meeting Ling Xue'er's, a soft smile playing on her lips, a smile both alluring and playfully mischievous. She understood that once the gag was in place, her words would become slurred, but this was one of their unique ways of communicating. Then, Ling Xue'er gently placed the resilient metal gag between Su Wanqing's lips. The cold metal touched Su Wanqing's lips, a chill that brought a faint blush to her cheeks and quickened her heartbeat. Su Wanqing's lips trembled slightly, as if resisting the unfamiliar sensation, but under Ling Xue'er's gentle guidance, they slowly relaxed, beginning to accept it. Ling Xue'er's fingertips brushed the edge of the gag, carefully adjusting its position, each subtle movement like a silent melody, flowing with tenderness and care. The gag was smooth and strong, wrapped in soft leather for comfort during prolonged wear. Su Wanqing could feel its shape conforming perfectly to her lips and teeth; even the slightest opening of her mouth couldn't produce clear sounds, only muffled murmurs. This indistinct tone, however, added a layer of mystery and allure, filling the air with a hazy atmosphere, like an unfinished musical piece echoing in the quiet night. Ling Xue'er's fingertips brushed the edge of the gag, meticulously adjusting its position, ensuring it was fitted snugly and comfortably within Su Wanqing's slightly parted lips. Her tongue tip lightly touched the inner surface of the gag, trying to adapt to this new sensation. Though a little unaccustomed, she knew it was necessary, a price she paid for realizing her dreams. Ling Xue'er's gaze was tender and focused. She gently adjusted the straps, each movement cautious, as if afraid of causing Su Wanqing any discomfort. As the gag settled into place, a trickle of clear saliva escaped from between Su Wanqing's lips, unable to close completely. It slowly slid down the leather surface of the metal gag, finally leaving glistening trails on her full, delicate breasts, like scattered pearls reflecting the soft moonlight, making the scene exceptionally captivating. "Master," Ling Xue'er whispered, her voice deep and soft, with a barely perceptible tremor. "Is this too tight?" Her words were like a gentle breeze, yet they carried an undeniable undertone of control. She relished this feeling of command, but more than that, she felt care and protection for her master and friend. Su Wanqing shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with trust and reliance, as if to say, "I trust you." This trust and reliance warmed Ling Xue'er's heart like a gentle current.

Since it's a disguised restraint, prosthetics are naturally indispensable. Besides the fake hands in the sleeves, there's also a pair of fake legs. Murong Qingyan stood on tiptoe before the workbench, her gaze sharp, meticulously examining Chu Ge's new equipment. The prosthetics Murong Qingyan designed for Chu Ge were not only powerful but also almost indistinguishable from real legs in appearance. The interior of the fake legs was made of lightweight metal, covered on the outside with a material resembling skin. It was soft to the touch and natural in color, making it difficult to discern the trickery without close inspection. Murong Qingyan gently stroked the bionic skin. The warmth and texture transmitted to her fingertips made her almost forget it was an artificial creation. Murong Qingyan had also meticulously designed a pair of leg sheaths for Chu Ge. The interior featured a rigid yet lightweight metal skeleton, supporting Chu Ge's movements, ensuring both stability and flexibility. Murong Qingyan's movements were gentle and practiced, as if performing a delicate surgery. Chu Ge's legs would be folded and carefully placed within the meticulously designed metal skeletons. The internal structure of the skeletons was complex, with each joint precisely calculated to ensure Chu Ge's movements were both stable and agile. The knees connected to the fake legs, appearing as natural extensions, without any sense of incongruity. Chu Ge's fake hands and legs were equipped with intricate instruments that could be controlled remotely. The fake hands and legs contained sophisticated instruments that allowed their movements to be controlled by an external remote. The controller was cleverly integrated into Murong Qingyan's single glove. Within the glove, her hands could use her nimble fingers to manipulate Chu Ge's prosthetics. Chu Ge would lose the ability to control his own legs and walk, becoming entirely reliant on Murong Qingyan's manipulation. The gait of the fake legs was light and steady, each step filled with confidence and power. Every lift of the leg, every landing, would be like the operation of real muscles, without any sense of sluggishness. Each step would appear natural and fluid, light and steady, brimming with confidence and power, as if these prosthetics had long been a part of Chu Ge's body. Murong Qingyan's ingenious craftsmanship ensured that these devices not only outwardly restored Chu Ge's mobility but also allowed her to remain undetected during their disguise. On the surface, Murong Qingyan appeared to be the gentle and virtuous wife, her body tightly bound, at the mercy of her nominal "husband," Chu Ge. However, in reality, it was Murong Qingyan who controlled everything, dictating Chu Ge's steps and, when necessary, administering the "Deep Sea Heart" punishment of uterine cold. Of course, she would also be affected, and this shared pain would bind the two of them even closer. Although Murong Qingyan could not control her own body, she could completely control Chu Ge's actions as if manipulating a puppet. And this manipulated body, in turn, would pull, tease, and play with Murong Qingyan's tightly bound form. The sensation was incredibly peculiar. Each manipulation would make their relationship more nuanced, as if, in a silent understanding, they had found a new balance.

A Zhu retrieved several thick leather straps from an exquisite wooden box. These straps were unusually designed, specifically crafted for this particular ritual. The leather was specially treated, smooth on the surface yet tough internally, capable of withstanding prolonged stretching and pressure, ensuring its durability and strength. Her movements lacked delicacy and ceremony, appearing somewhat hurried and direct. A Zhu first picked up a strap and looped it around Xiao Yu's arm. Xiao Yu's arm was forcibly pulled behind her back, and then the strap was tightly wrapped around both arms, folding them at the elbows. Each buckle of the strap was quickly fastened, forming a secure loop that prevented Xiao Yu's arms from extending, leaving them in this unnatural angle. Next, A Zhu turned her attention to Xiao Yu's legs. She wrapped another strap around Xiao Yu's thighs and calves, folding her legs at the knees. The entire process was carried out with a sense of forced efficiency. The straps formed a complex crisscross pattern on Xiao Yu's legs, ensuring her knees could not be fully straightened, leaving her only able to move in a posture resembling that of a dog. The tightness of the straps brought a new sense of restriction to Xiao Yu, each tightening accompanied by the sound of leather rubbing against skin. During the binding process, although A Zhu's movements were rough, she ensured that every knot was securely locked to prevent any accidental loosening. She pulled the straps tight, ensuring they formed a stable structure of restraint on Xiao Yu's limbs, a structure that not only limited Xiao Yu's range of motion but also confined her to a crawling posture. The design of the straps considered comfort for prolonged wear, yet the initial tightness caused Xiao Yu discomfort and pressure. She could feel the edges of the straps pressing into her skin, and every movement had to overcome the resistance of the restraint. After checking the tightness of each strap, A Zhu confirmed that Xiao Yu's limbs were successfully secured in this dog-like posture. This binding was not merely a physical restriction but also a psychological challenge. In this new form, Xiao Yu felt a redefinition of her own body, and in this state, she began to learn how to find balance and movement within her new limitations. The tightening of the straps brought a strong sense of confinement. Xiao Yu felt her limbs fixed in an unnatural position, a posture that forced her to move in a manner akin to a quadruped. She felt the tension of the straps, and every movement brought new restrictions and discomfort, but she knew deep down that this was all for Liu Ruyan, for their loyalty and dependence on each other. During the binding, A Zhu explained, "This is to allow you to serve Miss better." Although her tone lacked gentleness, Xiao Yu understood it was part of her fulfilling her duty. She knew that this "dog-girl" role was not just a physical transformation but also a spiritual commitment and service to Liu Ruyan in another form. Under these novel and painful restrictions, Xiao Yu attempted to adapt to the posture. Each time she moved, she could feel the friction of the straps and the pressure on her skin, but she firmly told herself that this was for Liu Ruyan, and she had to adapt to this new identity and responsibility. Although A Zhu's actions were somewhat rough during the process, she carefully fitted the covers onto Xiao Yu's already bound limbs. The covers were designed in sections, starting with the arms. A Zhu began fitting the cover from Xiao Yu's elbow, sliding it upwards along her arm until it covered her arm and wrist. The cover had a soft pad embedded at the elbow. This pad was made of a highly elastic material, designed to alleviate the pressure on Xiao Yu's elbows when crawling on the ground. A Zhu pulled the cover tight, ensuring it adhered closely to Xiao Yu's skin, forming a stable support while the pad provided some cushioning. Subsequently, she turned to Xiao Yu's legs and fitted the other section of the cover. The cover started from the knee and slid upwards along the leg, ensuring each part was properly covered. The knee area of the cover also had a soft pad embedded to reduce the burden on Xiao Yu's knees during movement. As A Zhu fitted the leg cover, she adjusted its position to ensure the pad perfectly conformed to the knee joint, providing maximum comfort. Throughout the process, although A Zhu's movements were somewhat hurried, she ensured that every part of the cover was correctly in place. She lightly pulled the zippers and buckles on the cover, ensuring it not only fit snugly against Xiao Yu's skin but also allowed for a certain range of motion without being excessively tight and uncomfortable. The design of the covers made Xiao Yu's limbs appear as if wrapped in a layer of pure white feathers, adding a special beauty and solemnity. Every time Xiao Yu moved, the leather of the covers made a slight rustling sound, reminding her of her current form and task. The design of the covers fully considered Xiao Yu's comfort in this restricted state. With the embedded pads, although her movement was limited in this new form, at least when touching the ground, her body would not suffer excessive abrasion and pain. These covers were not just practical equipment but also a symbol of her role as a "dog-girl," reminding her of her loyalty and responsibility to Liu Ruyan. After the covers were fully fitted, Xiao Yu's limbs were completely encased, creating a visual contrast – she still exuded a different kind of beauty within these special restrictions. Although she was forced to move in a somewhat awkward posture, the design made her movements appear more in line with her new identity. After completing this step, A Zhu softly explained, "These covers will make you more comfortable when serving Miss, and they also demonstrate your loyalty to her." Although her tone still lacked delicacy, Xiao Yu could feel a sense of respect for her role and an emphasis on her obedience through this design. In this new set of attire, Xiao Yu felt the touch of the leather and the softness of the pads inside the covers. She tried to move within these restrictions, each step carrying a new sense of responsibility and deep loyalty to Liu Ruyan. Although this arrangement was a challenge for her body, she firmly believed in her heart that all of this was for the better service and protection of Liu Ruyan. A Zhu then took out a pair of fluffy white dog ears and a soft dog tail. These accessories appeared light but were filled with symbolic meaning. She fixed the ears on Xiao Yu's head. The design of the ears was exquisite and highly realistic, making Xiao Yu look even cuter and more loyal. The dog tail was attached to the back of Xiao Yu's waist with a clever device. The tail was made of soft material and moved naturally and vibrantly. These accessories not only added visual interest but also further reinforced Xiao Yu's image as a "dog-girl." The dog ears and tail made her appearance more consistent with her role, adding a touch of playfulness and beauty, while also symbolizing her loyalty and obedience to Liu Ruyan. Finally, A Zhu took out a pure white leather collar and carefully fastened it around Xiao Yu's neck. This collar was not just an accessory but also the bond between her and Liu Ruyan. The collar's design was simple yet exquisite, complementing the covers. Its pure white color symbolized purity and loyalty. The collar had a delicate buckle, and it was through this ring that Xiao Yu would be connected to Liu Ruyan's pearl chain, guiding her movements in daily life.

As a reward for her achievements, Murong Qingyan was appointed "Female Admonisher General," the highest-ranking female civil official in the Yunmeng Kingdom. This title not only signified her supreme authority within the system of female regulation and discipline but also alluded to her role as the core architect and enforcer of the female restraint system. As the "Female Admonisher General," she bore the heavy responsibility of devising and overseeing the stringent restraint system and behavioral codes that all women were mandated to follow. This position elevated her to the pinnacle of power, making her the embodiment of female obedience and discipline in the Yunmeng Kingdom. However, this honor was not a gift of freedom but an intensification of invisible shackles. As the creator of the system, she was not only tasked with designing these intricate rules but also with setting an example, becoming a living testament to the system herself. Her daily life was a forced embrace of layered, restrictive ceremonial attire. Beneath its opulent exterior lay a severe control over her body and soul, with the details of restraint continuously reinforced and escalated over time, reflecting the complex bonds that women endured in the Yunmeng Kingdom. The position of "Female Admonisher General" granted Murong Qingyan the ultimate authority to establish and supervise the female restraint system. Her duties encompassed designing the ceremonial attire, formulating the code of conduct for women, and ensuring that all women, from the nobility to the commoners, adhered strictly to these regulations. As the highest enforcer of the system, she had to hold herself to the most rigorous standards, donning the restrictive ceremonial robes that symbolized submission and decorum, thereby becoming a benchmark for other women to emulate. Yet, this power came at the complete cost of her personal freedom. Every movement, every inch of her skin was controlled by the system, and even the slightest misstep could result in a more severe punishment than that meted out to ordinary women. She was both a symbol of power and its prisoner, trapped within the very web of restraint she had meticulously woven. Murong Qingyan's ceremonial attire was based on a Western gothic lolita style, refined and enhanced through multiple iterations to incorporate a multitude of restrictive elements, presenting a beauty that was both exquisite and cruel. The gown was meticulously crafted from layers of silk and brocade, its surface adorned with intricate patterns embroidered in gold thread and studded with dazzling pearls and metal ornaments that shimmered in the sunlight. However, these embellishments were not mere beautification but carefully designed tools of control. The gown clung tightly to her body, meticulously encasing her chest, waist, and limbs, resembling a flowing cage that restricted every inch of her freedom. The materials of the gown were specially selected and treated to ensure a tight embrace and control over the body. The outer layers of silk and brocade were soft and smooth, yet reinforced in critical areas with sturdy steel wire mesh and whalebone, allowing them to conform to the skin while restricting movement. The gown's cut featured a multi-layered structure, each layer more constricting than the last, like invisible shackles gradually stripping away her freedom. The lining was made of extremely thin silk, adhering to her skin as if it were one with her body. Fine metal wire mesh was sewn into the lining, forming a grid-like structure around her chest, waist, and thighs, restricting the natural extension of her muscles. Every breath or movement would tug at these metal threads, causing a slight stinging sensation, a constant reminder to maintain restraint. Concealed within the gown were slender chains and steel rods, extending from her shoulders to her ankles and integrated into the gown's structure. These mechanisms provided support and restraint around her spine, ribs, and limbs, ensuring her body remained perpetually upright and taut. Any attempt to bend or relax would be ruthlessly thwarted by these steel rods, as if an invisible hand were forcing her to maintain a dignified posture from behind. The "Dream Veil," crafted from soft black velvet, had a delicate and warm texture. It adhered gently yet securely to the contours of her face, completely blocking external light and subtle sounds. The veil covered her eyes, preventing her from opening them, rendering her vision entirely deprived, and plunging her world into endless darkness. Tiny crystals were embedded within the veil, emitting faint, shifting iridescent light in the darkness, like twinkling starlit skies or swaying misty flower fields. This created a surreal aesthetic, inducing hallucinations within her mind, trapping her spirit in an illusory cage while her vision was confined, leaving only internal visions to linger, with no escape. The "Silent Earplugs," made of soft silicone and filled with sound-dampening gel, ensured that no external sound could penetrate. The earplugs were secured by fine, mesh-like silver chains that intricately wrapped around her earlobes in a dense, interlocking pattern, both firm and delicate. The surface of the earplugs was engraved with intricate patterns, the silver chains and patterns complementing each other, making them appear like works of art, masking their cold, restrictive nature. With her hearing completely isolated, only silence filled her ears, rendering her unable to perceive any external movement, even her own breathing swallowed, as loneliness and helplessness gradually eroded her consciousness. The "Fragrant Mouth Gag," carved from white jade into a petal shape, covered her lips. Exquisite as a work of art, it cruelly sealed her speech. The mouth gag contained aromatic herbs, emitting the subtle fragrance of jasmine. With every breath, she inhaled this seductive scent, unable to escape its embrace. A miniature spray device was also integrated within, periodically releasing a sweet liquid that dripped onto her tongue, stimulating her taste buds and immersing her in a sweet sensation. With her ability to speak and eat completely restricted, she could only emit faint whimpers, her voice trapped deep within her throat. Taste and smell no longer belonged to her but were entirely controlled by this device, the sensory confusion gradually blurring her consciousness. The "Dream Net," woven from silver threads and gemstones, encased her entire body in the traditional "Kagome-kago" style. The silver threads were fine yet resilient, interspersed with gemstones, creating an appearance that was both opulent and oppressive. Each knot was inlaid with sapphires, emitting a crisp chime with her movements, like a musical score accompanying her struggles. Hidden within the net were micro-locks and zippers that could be tightened at any time as needed, fixing her limbs in elegant yet powerless poses. When she attempted to struggle, the net seemed to contract like a living thing, the silver threads tightening, the cold gleam of the gemstones reflecting her helpless form. Her freedom of movement was utterly stripped away, leaving her to exist only in designed postures. A pair of "Golden Anklets," crafted from gold and inlaid with rubies and diamonds, were ornate and heavy. A short chain, only five centimeters long, connected the rings, tightly securing her ankles together. The restriction of the short chain made normal walking impossible, her legs forced together, her freedom of movement completely annihilated, like a sparrow locked in a golden cage, its opulent exterior belying endless restraint. The "Dream Cocoon," woven from silk and steel wire, resembled a luxurious cocoon, its surface embroidered with gold thread and pearls, shimmering like a royal treasure. Inside, however, was a different scene: multiple layers of restraints and chains tightly bound her, rendering her immobile. The softness of the silk and the hardness of the steel wire intertwined, creating an extreme sense of pressure. The cocoon also contained miniature massage devices that provided gentle sensations amidst the restraint. This peculiar combination of comfort and pressure induced a twisted pleasure in her immobile state, her spirit gradually succumbing to this contradictory experience. A silver diadem known as the "Crown of Forbidden Words," inlaid with sapphires and pearls, was solemn and magnificent. White satin ribbons, resembling horse tack, were attached to the crown, their ends fastened to a petal-shaped mouth gag, sealing her mouth and depriving her of speech. Tiny bells hung from the crown's fringe, emitting clear chimes with every slight movement of her head, as if reminding her that no action escaped surveillance. Her speech was completely silenced, and the gentle ringing of the bells kept her perpetually tense, her mind being manipulated invisibly. A pair of golden rings known as the "Celibacy Rings," inlaid with rubies and diamonds, were locked onto her nipples with crossed metal spikes. Micro-vibrating devices hidden within activated at specific moments, delivering intense pleasure. Fine chains connected to the outside of the rings were linked to a waist belt, so that every breath or movement would pull the chains, triggering subtle stimulation. Pleasure was an ever-present companion, intertwined with restraint, making resistance impossible as her body swayed on the edge of pleasure and pain, her consciousness gradually consumed by this contradictory sensation. The "Dream Mist," formulated from special spices and trace aphrodisiacs, emanated from the petal-shaped mouth gag and diffused into the air. The mist stimulated her senses, plunging her into a semi-conscious, dazed state, her body feeling as if it were floating, her consciousness gradually blurring. The pressure of the restraints was softened by pleasure, and she was powerless to resist in the mist, her will dissipating like the fog, leaving her to sink into this meticulously designed control. Murong Qingyan's ceremonial attire and these restraint devices, with their opulent appearance and cruel functionality, completely imprisoned her body and senses. Each device was both a work of art and an instrument of torture, meticulously controlling her vision, hearing, speech, movement, and even pleasure, shaping her into a perfect creation of the cage. Her freedom and will were utterly stripped away, making her the ultimate symbol of restraint and control. Beneath the confines of this ensemble, her body and soul had nowhere to escape.

Within the deep imperial palace of Yunmeng, the Ritual Supervisor, Yunshang, was imprisoned in a magnificent white jade birdcage, like a sacred statue confined, silently guarding the flawless order of court etiquette. Her duty was to oversee the conduct of every court member, ensuring every movement, every word, adhered to ancient and stringent standards. Her presence was a mirror, reflecting the solemnity of rules and the beauty of obedience. Yet, behind this solemnity lay her body, bound by layers of white leather, and her imprisoned soul. Yunshang's birdcage was framed with white jade, pristine and flawless, its luster as soft as moonlight. The white jade was carved into flowing, cloud-like curves, inlaid with lustrous pearls and delicate silver netting, as if the rosy clouds of the horizon had solidified here. The silver threads on the cage walls intertwined into intricate ritualistic runes, every detail exuding an aura of purity and solemnity. The cage floor was laid with pale blue silk cushions, their color as cool as morning dew, symbolizing the purity and inviolability of etiquette. A crystal lamp hung from the top, its body strung together by countless tiny crystal beads, refracting a soft glow that illuminated her body, tightly encased in white leather, as if a saintess were confined in a sacred prison. However, this beautiful exterior could not conceal its essence—a place of confinement that restricted her freedom, its narrow and cramped space tightly locking her body and will. Yunshang was bound within the birdcage in a "kneeling worship" posture, her knees together, kneeling on the soft pale blue silk cushion, a numb pressure subtly emanating from her knees. Her body was meticulously wrapped in a series of white leather restraint devices, which not only reflected her noble status as Ritual Supervisor but also limited her movements to the extreme. Yunshang wore a white leather bodysuit that clung to her body, restricting her upper body's movement. The surface of the bodysuit was adorned with exquisite silver cloud patterns, befitting her identity, while its interior was incredibly tough, firmly locking her chest and shoulders, forcing her to maintain an upright posture. Her arms were secured behind her back by white leather gauntlets, her hands pressed completely together, her shoulders stretched to their limit. The design of the gauntlets was both ingenious and cruel; the leather was soft yet strong on the inside, impossible to break free from, causing her chest to subtly arch forward, displaying a forced elegance. Her feet were secured by a white leather spread-leg brace, while her thighs and knees were held together by leather leg restraints. The spread-leg brace was made of a metal frame wrapped in tough leather, and the inner lining of the leg restraints was covered with soft padding, which both reduced pressure on her skin and ensured she could not move an inch. Over the bodysuit, she wore a white hooded robe that covered her entire body. The robe was embroidered with silver cloud patterns, echoing her long robes. The robe was both light and heavy, concealing her body while further restricting her movement. Her face was covered by a white veil, revealing only her eyes. The edge of the veil was inlaid with tiny silver beads, trembling gently with her breath. Beneath the veil, she wore a white leather gag mask, with only tiny breathing holes, restricting her respiration. Each breath was difficult and precious. The mask's surface was carved with lotus patterns, both beautiful and cruel, symbolizing her purity and forbearance. Her waist was tightly bound by the bodysuit, her internal organs slightly compressed, her breathing shallow and rapid. Around her neck, a white jade collar, smooth as a mirror, was worn. Its inner side, however, was embedded with tiny spikes. If her head deviated or her posture faltered, the spikes would pierce her skin, leaving shallow bloodstains, a constant reminder to maintain decorum. Her feet were encased in a pair of silver high-heeled shoes, their heels as tall as spires, their surfaces inlaid with tiny pearls that gleamed with a cold light. The inside of the shoes was filled with soft gel, fixing her toes in a curled position. Tiny chains were hidden on the soles, connected to clasps on the cage floor, ensuring her legs could not move. Her long hair was tied up high with a white jade hairpin, carved with lotus patterns, symbolizing purity and nobility. A few strands of silver thread hung from the ends of her hair, echoing the cloud patterns on her attire. Her head was slightly bowed, her gaze passing through the gaps in the golden bars, fixed on the etiquette texts before her, a glint of forbearance in her eyes. A small white jade table was placed in front of the birdcage, on which lay a thick volume of etiquette texts. The pages exuded a faint scent of ink, recording every ceremony and regulation of the court. Yunshang held an ivory brush in her mouth, its shaft smooth and cold, its tip trembling slightly between her lips as she annotated the text. She also had a white jade gag in her mouth, its surface carved with the characters "Silence," completely sealing her speech, allowing only faint breaths to escape. Tiny crystals were inlaid around the edge of the gag, refracting fragmented light with her movements, both ornate and cruel. As her hands were fixed behind her back by the gauntlets, she could not use them and had to rely on the strength of her lips and teeth to complete the annotations. Every movement of the brush required extreme caution; a slight misstep would trigger the spikes on her neck collar, piercing her skin like needles. The restriction of the gag mask made every breath accompanied by a slight sense of suffocation, keeping her alert and diligent in her work. Though her handwriting was slightly shaky, it remained neat, revealing her dedication to her duty. The crystal lamp within the birdcage cast a soft light, illuminating her body tightly encased in white leather, as if a saintess were praying in a temple. However, this prayer was not a plea for freedom, but a silent submission to the rules of etiquette. Yunshang, bound layer by layer by these white leather restraints, her body and soul confined, still performed her duties with an elegant yet painful grace, guarding the order of etiquette within the deep imperial palace of Yunmeng. In the resplendent financial halls of Yunmeng, the Finance Manager, Jinlu, was placed within her golden birdcage, like a goddess surrounded by wealth. Her duty was to manage every gold coin in the national treasury, ensuring the financial income and expenditure were as precise as flowing water, and the treasury was as full as a mountain. She was the guardian of wealth, symbolizing the prosperity and power of Yunmeng. Yet, behind this glory lay a cage interwoven with luxury and restraint, her body and will ruthlessly locked in golden light. Jinlu's birdcage was framed with pure gold, which was forged into intricate patterns, layered like dragon scales, gleaming brilliantly. The cage walls were inlaid with rubies and turquoise; the rubies were as fiery as flames, the turquoise as tranquil as a deep lake, their brilliance intertwined, symbolizing the infinity and depth of wealth. The cage floor was laid with deep red velvet cushions, thick and soft, like a throne formed from congealed blood, exuding an intense aura of extravagance. Golden abacuses and ledgers hung all around. The abacus beads were carved from agate and tourmaline, emitting crisp sounds with a light touch. The ledger covers were gilded, recording every transaction of the treasury. This birdcage was like a miniature treasure vault, enclosing Jinlu within, serving as both her throne and her prison. Jinlu sat upright on a golden chair within the birdcage. The chair was cast from pure gold, its surface carved with intertwined dragon and phoenix reliefs, breathtakingly ornate. Her waist was secured to the back of the chair by a wide buckle, made of gold and inlaid with rubies on the edges. The inner side, however, was embedded with micro steel spikes. If she attempted to adjust her posture, the spikes would pierce her waist, causing a hidden sting. Her arms were firmly clasped by buckles on both sides, and her hands wore a pair of golden handcuffs. The outer layer of the handcuffs was wrapped in deep red silk, smooth as water to the touch, but the inside concealed a precise gear mechanism. Any slight movement from her would cause the gears to turn, tightening the handcuffs and constricting her wrists, as if an invisible hand were controlling her every struggle. Her legs were secured to the bottom of the chair by two golden chains, each link strung together with small gold rings, every ring inlaid with a turquoise, heavy and cold. The chains were of just the right length, preventing her legs from extending, forcing her to maintain a bent-knee posture, her feet suspended, unable to touch the ground. The ends of the chains were connected to a pair of golden boots, filled with warm gel that fixed her ankles and toes in a rigid position. The warmth of the gel gradually permeated her skin, both comforting and unsettling, as if silently eroding her will. The backrest of the chair also concealed a curved steel rod, extending from her neck to her hips, forcing her spine to maintain a slightly backward-arching curve. The surface of the rod was gilded, blending seamlessly with the chair. Its cold touch seeped through her clothing, preventing her from relaxing. Any lapse in concentration would bring a sense of pressure and soreness to her back. Jinlu wore a golden robe, woven from the finest gold threads, as light as clouds yet exceptionally strong. The surface was embroidered with patterns of dragons, phoenixes, and gold coins, with dragon claws grasping gold and phoenix tails holding pearls, displaying an image of utmost wealth. However, the inner lining of the robe concealed a secret—a waist-cinching device made of multiple layers of gold wire mesh and steel wires, tightening her waist and shaping her figure into a perfect hourglass. Her internal organs were slightly compressed, and each breath was accompanied by a subtle difficulty. A leg-binding device extended from her hips to her knees, composed of golden ribbons and steel rings, tightly wrapping her legs and preventing them from parting, completely restricting her movement. On her head, she wore a golden crown inlaid with rubies. The crown was as heavy as a mountain, with rubies dotted like blood, symbolizing power and embodying oppression. Tiny metal pieces were embedded at the base of the crown, pressing against her scalp, causing a dull ache from prolonged wear. Her long hair was tied into an intricate bun with gold threads, and a few strands of gold thread hung from the ends, echoing the gold of her robe, like a statue shimmering with golden light. On the golden small table before the birdcage lay an exquisite abacus and a stack of ledgers. The abacus beads made crisp sounds as she moved them, and the numbers on the ledgers flowed like water, recording the lifeblood of the treasury. Jinlu's hands were restricted by handcuffs, yet she moved the abacus beads with astonishing perseverance. She held a golden brush in her mouth, its shaft inlaid with turquoise, its tip trembling slightly between her lips as she recorded the results of each calculation. She also had a golden gag in her mouth, its surface carved with the characters "Precise Calculation," sealing her speech and allowing only low, guttural breaths to escape. Her throat was slightly hoarse from prolonged pressure. A micro-massage device was hidden at the bottom of the chair, its contact points pressed against the inner sides of her thighs, periodically releasing gentle yet stimulating vibrations that touched her sensitive areas. This pleasure surged like a tide, initially comfortable, but intensifying sharply when she faltered, causing her body to tremble involuntarily, nearly dropping the abacus beads. She bit down on the gag, forcing herself to concentrate, but the pleasure was relentless, intertwined with the pressure of restraint, causing her consciousness to waver between clarity and delirium. One afternoon, Jinlu was reviewing an urgent financial report. The treasury required emergency funds due to border conflicts, and the accounts were complex and burdensome. Her hands moved the abacus beads under the restriction of the handcuffs, the gears tightening slightly with frequent movements, leaving faint red marks on her wrists. The chair's massage device suddenly activated when she was exhausted, and intense pleasure coursed through her body like an electric current. Her body trembled, and the ink on the ledger blurred. She let out a low groan, but it was suppressed back into her throat by the gag, a flicker of pain and shame flashing in her eyes. She tried to adjust her posture to relieve the soreness in her waist, but touched the steel spikes on the buckle. The sting came from her waist, forcing her to quickly return to her original position. The golden chains swayed, the turquoise beads clinking crisply, as if mocking her powerlessness. The numbers on the ledger blurred before her eyes. She gazed at the ruby, a symbol of wealth, but a sense of emptiness welled up in her heart. She had once been proud of managing the treasury, considering it her honor, but now she was confined here by the symbols of wealth, her body restrained, her spirit crushed by the heavy burden. At that moment, her gaze fell upon a ruby bead on the abacus, and an illusion of freedom flashed in her mind—to remove this heavy crown, to escape this golden cage, to run in the fields, to feel the caress of the wind. However, this fantasy was interrupted by the chair's vibration, pleasure and pain intertwined, pulling her back to reality. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to continue moving the beads and calculating. The ink slowly formed on the ledger, precise and accurate, yet no one knew the struggle within her. Jinlu, the Finance Manager, spent her days in the luxury of the golden birdcage. Her body was bound layer by layer by ornate restraints, her attire opulent yet oppressive, her work environment extravagant yet cruel. She was the embodiment of wealth, dazzling as gold, yet heavy as gold, bearing the burden of the treasury, yet unable to escape her own shackles. Her story was a microcosm of power and restraint, and a testament to resilience and forbearance. Within this gleaming golden cage, she guarded the prosperity of Yunmeng.