Kiss of the Rose

Irene's clothes were elegant and unassuming, a well-tailored black professional suit, with a deep V neckline slightly spacious in just the right way to revealing a touch of delicate collarbone, her breasts were hidden, the beautiful lines, just like her attitude towards life - both strict and gentle. The fabric of the black suit skillfully outlined the soft and full curves of her breasts, and whenever she looked down to sort out papers, the contours of her breasts followed her movements. Whenever she lowers her head to organize the documents, the contour of her breasts will gently undulate with her movements, just like the ripples on the surface of a quiet lake, silently revealing a touch of unspeakable charm. She was buried in the documents, her concentrated look revealing an inviolable professional attitude. Under the desk, a pair of long and slender legs were elegantly folded, tightly wrapped by a one-step skirt. The tight hem of the skirt strangled into her plump thighs, exuding an unspeakable charm. Those beautiful legs were tightly wrapped by delicate black stockings, and every inch of her skin appeared even more silky and delicate under the stockings, as if it was a carefully sculpted work of art, attracting infinite reverie. On her feet was a pair of extremely high brand-name high-heeled shoes, the heels of which were as delicate as a work of art, making it difficult to imagine how she could comfortably navigate these shoes. Her neck and wrists were tightened with shiny metallic rings, like collars and handcuffs in a love game. But this unique piece of jewelry is no ordinary object, it is the latest piece of luxury art from the hands of renowned designer Emily Vander. It is a subtle blend of fashion and alternative aesthetics, and is designed to highlight the openness and individuality of contemporary women. These two special pieces of jewelry, emitting a cold and mysterious luster, as if they were the brightest stars in the dark night, are not only a symbol of luxury, but also a declaration of individuality. The jewelry skillfully combines simplicity and boldness, blending the cold, hard texture of metal with the soft curves of art to become a piece of modern art. The necklaces and bracelets are made from carefully selected metals, with a finely polished surface that feels as smooth as silk. The collar on the neck is carefully forged from sterling silver and covered with a delicate rhodium plating, giving it a mysterious and deep luster. The design of the collar is simple yet elegant, and wraps around her neck, aptly framing the soft lines of her neck. A soft padding is embedded inside the collar to ensure a comfortable fit, adding to its unique charm. With every turn of the neck, the fine chains on the collar gently clash, emitting a series of crisp and pleasing sounds, just like the melody in the night sky, which is soothing and refreshing. This sound seems to have some kind of magic, so that people can't help but be mesmerized by it, feeling a subtle and complex intertwining of emotions. The collar is uniquely shaped with two intersecting rings, symbolizing the delicate balance between love and bondage. The bold main ring symbolizes unwavering love, while the delicate secondary ring represents the spirit of freedom and independence. The two rings are connected by a small, delicate locking clasp, which is both a tribute to tradition and a profound interpretation of the modern concept of love. The wrist jewelry is even more distinctive, not only with its streamlined design, but also with several small and precious stones set on its surface; It is made of black PVD-coated stainless steel and is accompanied by a metal chain set with small diamonds, for a tough yet elegant look. On the inside of the bracelet is engraved a poem chosen by Emily Vander herself: "Bondage is not imprisonment, but attachment of the heart". This quote is not only the best interpretation of the design concept of the work, but also touches the deepest resonance in the hearts of many women who are eager to express themselves and pursue a unique sense of beauty.

"What? Mouth balls? I didn't hear you wrong, did I?" Erin's voice was soft and slightly magnetic, tinged with a few moments of disbelieving surprise, and underneath the gently raised eyebrows, a pair of eyes seemed to speak of an inner question. The corners of her mouth were inadvertently outlined in a subtle smile that was both subtle and feminine, a smile that seemed to harbor some sort of hidden surprise that one couldn't help but want to find out. Her cheeks inadvertently blushed lightly, and instead of weakening her aura, this shy demeanor added a bit of uniquely feminine sexiness and charm, like a rose blooming in the night, mysterious and intriguing. Lisa's gaze skimmed over Erin, and her fingers gently tapped on the edge of the window in a smooth and measured rhythm, as if accompanying her words. Lisa smiled and leaned forward, gazing intently at Erin, whispering in Erin's ear as if speaking private words: "Yes, our target customer base is precisely those high-end people who pursue quality of life and amorous feelings. Our company is perfectly capable of packaging the concept of 'mouth balls' and market it as a luxury item for marriage proposals. Imagine the bride walking into the wedding hall wearing a diamond-encrusted mouth ball, what a unique and avant-garde scene that would be!" Lisa's gaze shone with excitement, and her words were filled with creativity and the power to subvert tradition, which was one of the reasons why she stood out in the company. Her words revealed a hint of lightness and humor, and her voice was soft and slightly magnetic, which made her irresistible. Erin froze slightly when she heard this, two faint red clouds appearing on her cheeks, and her eyes flickered for a few moments as if she was thinking about something. Erin's eyes flickered slightly in the sunlight as she and Lisa, the general manager, engaged in a private conversation, discussing enough to set off a new storm in the fashion world. She coughed softly and adjusted her posture, crossing her arms over her chest as her gaze drifted. "Isn't this ...... thing something that couples flirt with, it can't hold a candle to it!" Ayrin gently shook her head, trying to hide the waves that surged in her heart, but those eyes that flashed with curiosity betrayed her true thoughts. At the mention of this prop that usually only appeared in the private games between couples, Ayrin's face couldn't help but blush slightly. But she quickly regained her composure, her eyes revealing her curiosity and appreciation for Lisa's idea. Although her words were a bit skeptical, her tone contained the curiosity and excitement of exploring the unknown, the It was as if she was suggesting that even underneath a seemingly traditional and conservative exterior, there was a heart that was brave enough to try new things. This is not only an exploration of the concept of "mouth ball", but also a subtle revelation of Irene's own character. As a modern woman, she is both smart and capable, but also has a delicate and open attitude towards life.

At this moment, Irene and Lisa were sitting beside the desk, facing each other, feeling each other's breath but unable to communicate with words. Their lips were sealed by an exquisite balloon called "Rose Kiss", and every breath was accompanied by a subtle metallic clash. It was a delicate rose gold ball, each side of which was meticulously sculpted in the shape of a delicate flower petal, glittering with a soft and enchanting luster. Every time they swallowed or breathed, it was accompanied by a subtle metallic clashing sound, emphasizing the presence of this high-class luxury item. The only sound they make is a rhythmic "whimpering" sound, as if it were a special language. As if it were a special language, a Morse code-like way of communicating the secrets and desires of each other's hearts. Complex emotions flashed on Erin's face as she tried to adjust her breathing, trying to make the "whimper" sound clearer and more rhythmic. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, a subtle mixture of sensuality and shyness, and her eyes were helpless and expectant. She knew that Lisa was listening intently to every nuance she was making. Lisa's gaze, on the other hand, was filled with tenderness and sympathy, and she nodded her head gently as if to encourage Erin to continue. Despite the fact that they were both gagged, the understanding between them remained profound, as if they could telepathically hear each other's thoughts. Time seemed to stand still in this moment, and a subtle tension filled the air. Erin's breathing gradually smoothed out as she tried to adjust the metal ball in her mouth in different ways, creating different sounds. Lisa stared intently at Erin, as if she could read her mind from these noises. With each sound, the expressions on their faces changed, an unspeakably sexy allure flowing from them, but at the same time revealing a hint of shame and helplessness. This subtle intertwining of emotions allowed their relationship with each other to become even closer at this moment. Despite being in a difficult situation, they were still able to find a new way of communication, which brought their hearts closer together. In this moment, although they were unable to speak, their minds seemed to have crossed the barrier of words, understanding each other through a more mysterious way. The air was filled with a marvelous atmosphere that contained both embarrassment and shyness, as well as determination and courage. This complexity of emotions flows between them, making this scene not just about bondage and confinement, but also an exploration and discovery of the depths of the soul.

Irene's eyes are like a delicate painting, revealing a complex and incomprehensible emotion, a paradoxical emotion intertwined with despair and hope, as if an invisible net is tightly wrapped around her. She sat behind the chairman's desk, a symbol of power, with her hands behind her back, trying her best to maintain her calmness and dignity, but it was difficult to hide the slight trembling of her hands. Once, this was her stage, and her words were like a baton, guiding the company's fortunes. But now, she was forced to play a completely different role, every move was strictly monitored and constrained, as if locked by an invisible chain. Secrets lurk beneath the hem of her skirt, a delicate and cruel bondage that requires care in every move to maintain that seemingly meek but shame-filled posture. Irene's beauty was still the same, but it was a sensuality that had been carefully sculpted, and every smile and every wink spoke silently of her inner struggle and helplessness. Even in such a predicament, she still endeavored to maintain a nobility, and behind this nobility, there was a deep bitterness and helplessness hidden. Irene's breathing became rapid, she knew that all of this was carefully designed, she was like a bird imprisoned in a gorgeous cage, no matter how beautifully the cage was decorated, it could not hide its essential limitations. A collar set with fine diamonds dangled from Irene's neck in all its splendor, yet the chain attached to it locked her firmly to the desk. Her eyes, which seemed as if they could see into some, were now completely obscured by a fine metal blindfold adorned with jewels and lace, and all that could be seen before her eyes was a blackness as black as the night. The leather gown that covered her body, smooth and tight, perfectly displayed Erin's flesh, with a long trailing tail that made it almost impossible for her to walk, as if she were a graceful and helpless mermaid. Her arms were skillfully hidden behind her back, without letting anyone feel the slightest suddenness, as if they should not exist in the first place, just like the Venus with a broken arm, which had a crippling sense of beauty.

The pompous, fearless look of the year. And in their lips bloom, it is the known as the "rose kiss" of the mouth ball. This ball, cast in sterling silver, the surface engraved with complex and fine pattern, every detail reveals the craftsman's ingenuity; In the center is a bright red ruby, like an unbloomed rosebud, exuding a mysterious and seductive aura. Whenever they try to express themselves, the orb rubs gently against her lips and teeth, making a slight sound that It was like a breeze in the night, carrying a bit of helplessness and sadness, making people want to explore more. Today, Irene and Lisa are wearing high-grade customized dresses, every stitch tells of luxury and sophistication. However, underneath the glamor of this appearance, there is an unspeakable bitterness and helplessness. Irene and Lisa meet again in this familiar space, where they used to talk about the company's strategy with great vigor. Now they can only communicate with limited voice and body language, just like a pair of weak canaries teased by fate. Trapped in a cage, although in the gorgeous "luxury jewelry" decoration, but lost the freedom to fly. Their words have been sealed by the "Rose Kiss" ball, turned into notes that only the other party can decipher. It is a piece of hidden Morse code, which tells the unspeakable voice of each other's heart. They are dressed in gorgeous customized dresses, each dress is handmade by the world's top designers, not only exquisite, but also every detail is inlaid with precious stones, exuding dazzling light. However, in stark contrast to this luxurious appearance, underneath these seemingly noble garments lies a series of delicate and intricate restraint devices. Secretly created by renowned designers, these devices are skillfully integrated into the design of the gowns, making them look more like carefully packaged works of art than living human beings. The two powerful businesswomen, adorned in high-end "luxury jewelry" (actually a series of extravagant and subtle restraints), were as if they were confined to the racks. They are as fragile as ceramic dolls confined to shelves, as if placed in transparent glass cages for viewing, waiting for their fate. Despite their proximity, an invisible barrier exists between the two women, preventing them from communicating with each other with words or even with their eyes. The restraints on both women are mysterious, not only restricting their freedom of movement, but also somehow depriving them of their dignity! Their speech is blocked by a ball called the "Rose Kiss", which allows them to make rhythmic and rhythmic calls of varying lengths. The "whimpering" sounds, which were meant to increase their amorous feelings, conveyed to each other a mysterious message like Morse code that only the two of them could understand by heart. It becomes the only way for them to communicate with each other, expressing emotions that cannot be expressed in words (in the physical sense).

In this office, which was filled with low-key luxury, the light gently drizzled down on every exquisite decoration, which seemed to speak of the owner's taste and status. Irene and Lisa sat opposite each other, their lines of sight intertwining in the air like two fine threads entwined together, carrying the complexly intertwined emotions of the past and present. There was a trace of imperceptible tension in the air, which originated from the lock on the lips called "Kiss of the Rose", which was their common bond, and also the link of their destiny. Time seemed to stand still in the silence, only the neon lights outside the window jumped from time to time, reflecting the city's bustle into the room, forming a stark contrast. Irene and Lisa, two women, looked particularly striking in this space of interlocking light and shadow. On their faces, there are memories of past laughter, but also heavy thoughts about the present situation. Lisa was the first to break the silence, letting out a series of short, urgent "whimpers" through the rose-shaped locks on her lips, a special form of communication that belonged only to the two of them. Erin responded immediately, and their conversation unfolded slowly, each tiny wisp of sound containing the unfinished words and emotions of their hearts, as if it were a private symphony that belonged only to them. Looking back to three years ago, when they were still lightly flirting with the concept of "rose kisses", they never expected that this small and delicate lock would become the key to changing their destiny. Now, this never-fading rose has not only taken away their ability to speak, but has also deeply affected their lives. Lisa, the soul who once pursued freedom, is now trapped in the cage of wealth and status, becoming the envied "canary" in the eyes of everyone, but also losing the freedom to fly. And Irene, the original radiant corporate spokesperson, has to bear the weight of silence, in order to maintain the company's honor and order, she must learn to find her own voice in the silent world.

Lisa, a career woman who once harbored dreams of becoming a bona fide noblewoman. She has realized her heart's desire to become a canary in the truest sense of the word, having been adopted by the richest man in the world. The restraints on Lisa's body are all of the highest grade, and each one of them is not only a symbol of bondage, but also a symbol of wealth and taste. Lisa's current husband, Mark, the richest man in the world, has remote control of all the restraint gear on her. Because Lisa says this is an important meeting, Mark has turned on the most relaxed mode of restraint. Even so, Lisa still felt every constriction as a silent reminder of who she was now. Even in the loosest mode, Lisa was still unable to make any significant movements, just not completely immobile. This was in spite of the fact that she was transported on every trip and helped every step of the way. But the seeming luxury of such a life was doubly depressing to her. She was once so eager to be free, but now she could only spread her wings in this golden cage, and every breath seemed to be tightly held. Her eyes wandered between the shackles on her body, complex emotions intertwined. Each of the props had been carefully selected by Mark to ensure that they would both restrain her well and highlight her unique charms. Crafted from sterling silver and platinum and encrusted with dazzling gemstones, the restraints reveal the designer's meticulous attention to detail. The shine of the metal shines in the soft light, as delicate as a work of art, but mercilessly restraining her body. Lisa slowly caressed the chains and ropes on her body, which gave off a soft and mesmerizing shine under the light. Each chain and cord had been carefully designed to ensure that while they showed off their luxury, they also subtly restricted her movements. Lisa twisted her body slightly, every subtle movement elegantly controlled by the carefully designed restraining props. Delicate jewelry and metal gently collided, emitting a crisp and delicate sound, like pleasant music, echoing in this spacious space. These restraints were not just decoration, but a silent announcement - she was Mark's partner, the woman of the world's richest man. She looked down and scrutinized her outfit, the gown hugging her delicate curves, every detail revealing her impeccable figure. The surface of this specially customized gown, made of top-grade silk and hand embroidery, was both light and beautiful, revealing luxury and subtlety. It was adorned with tassels, chains, leather straps, pendants, bells and many other accessories, which were organically combined together in a distinctive way, without appearing to be sudden and complicated. Each subtle accessory reveals the designer's ingenuity, which highlights her sexiness and charisma, but also cleverly connects to the body clasp, restricting her movement. Instead, the inside of the gown was a solid latex corset and was fully integrated into her skin via biomaterials, unable to go under on its own and subject only to Mark's remote control. Every breath had to be matched with the automatic tightening and relaxing of the gown, in perfect harmony with the intelligently calculated frequency, in order to eke out a life-sustaining amount of oxygen. This delicate and intricate form of restraint left her feeling both ashamed and helpless, with a hint of unspeakable anticipation. Every breath seemed to be held tightly in place, but her aura continued to radiate a glow that could not be ignored. She knew that dressing like this was not only for outsiders, but also for Mark's satisfaction. Whenever she wore this elaborate attire, an indescribable feeling would always well up in her heart - Both confidence in her own charm and helplessness about the current situation.

The "Morning Glory Lock" can also be used in combination with other chain jewelry such as the "Love of Time". At home, Mark often used it in combination with chains to force Lisa to stay on the bed. Lisa often felt as if she only existed as a bedding item when she was at home. Whenever Mark utilized the two pieces of jewelry to bind Lisa tightly to the bed, Lisa became unusually cautious with every breath she took, as if she was afraid of touching the most fragile chord in her heart. Even under such circumstances, she still displayed an unspeakable charm - a unique aura that mixed shame and helplessness, indulgence and seduction. Her eyes were deep and complex, revealing the helplessness of being bound, while at the same time exuding the unique sex appeal of a woman. Every part of Lisa's skin and every movement seemed to be silently telling the story of her heart, a deep beauty of bondage that was both mesmerizing and saddening at the same time. Under this bondage, Lisa showed a unique sexy allure. Her delicate skin glowed softly in the morning light, and each swallow carried with it a subtle sense of struggle... Her posture was elegant and reserved, revealing an irresistible beauty even in her bound state. Her expression was subtle, the occasional bitter smile at the corner of her mouth intertwined with the complex emotions in her eyes, forming a moving picture. Even the smallest of movements revealed a beauty of shame and helplessness, making people feel pity and at the same time, they could not help but indulge in her unique charm. On Lisa's voluminous arms, a pair of arm cuffs called "Butterfly Wings" stand out, imprisoning her voluminous arms in an invisible cage. Their design is inspired by the movement of butterfly's wings, incorporating complex and elegant classical patterns, which is both a noble decoration and a powerful bondage tool. The arm cuffs consist of a pair of ornately decorated arm bracelets and a gold chain connecting the bracelets, the chain is thick and taut, locking Lisa's upper arms tightly to the sides of her body, depriving her of the possibility to raise her arms. If you just look at the butterfly-shaped appearance of the arm bracelets, it seems as if they are light and heavy at the same time, ready to dance. They were made of a light and tough illusion alloy, light and tough, with an intricate classical pattern inlaid on the surface, every detail of which showed off luxury and refinement. They also have a shifting luster that is as brilliant as a flowing rainbow. However, the gold chains connecting the arm bracelets were thick and taut, emphasizing their expensive cost while appearing heavy and indestructible, cold and mercilessly locking Lisa's arms. Each struggle was answered with a more resolute binding, a delicate balance between confrontation and acceptance. The golden sheen of the chains shimmered in the light, contrasting with the flowing colors of the phantom alloy. The most unique feature is that the cuffs are equipped with advanced and sophisticated sensors that can accurately sense the wearer's mood changes and change color and brightness accordingly, like a magic mirror reflecting the wearer's mood. This color change not only shows the high-tech properties of the arm cuffs, but also subtly reveals the wearer's inner subtle fluctuations. At this moment, the color of the arm cuffs presents a warm and soft pink, which seems to respond to a certain tender and fragile emotion in Lisa's heart. This pair of armcuffs was not just the cold hardness of the metal, but also the witness of emotions and the traces of years. She gently closed her eyes, as if meditating on the freedom and laughter of the past in her mind, and at that moment, it was as if time had turned backward, taking her back to those carefree times. Taking a deep breath, she tried to make her emotions as calm as a lake, letting the ripples in her heart return to peace. When she opened her eyes again, the pink color on her arm cuffs had quietly faded, replaced by a silver-white color as pure as the moonlight, and Like the softest starlight in the night sky, it reflected a serenity and peace. Lisa's arms, which were tightly interlocked by the "Wings of the Colorful Butterfly" arm cuffs, became a unique landscape in the office. Phantom color alloy forged arm bracelet, like a flowing Milky Way, with her every tiny movement refracted mesmerizing light, colorful, endless changes. Although the gold chain is heavy, it does not hide the soft curve of her arm, but adds a different flavor, like an indispensable element in a delicate work of art. Lisa was sitting on a special leather seat, her posture was straight and supple, and her elegance contained a hidden power, just like a butterfly that was about to break out of its cocoon, eager to spread its wings and fly. The color of the armcuffs changed with the fluctuation of her heart, sometimes as gentle as the morning sun, sometimes as deep as the brightest stars in the night sky, as if each color was telling a story about freedom and bondage, light and shadow intertwined in silence. Her eyes occasionally skimmed over the armcuffs, and a wisp of imperceptible complexity flashed through her eyes, containing both helplessness and resilience. But soon enough, she adjusted her mindset, and that calm, unhurried smile appeared on her face once again, like the warmest moonlight in the dark night, soothing the heart. Every time Lisa smiled, every time she made eye contact, the color and brightness of the "colorful butterfly wings" fluctuated, as if it was a visual reflection of her inner world. Her arms, which were tightly interlocked by the arm cuffs of the "Wings of the Butterfly", were like a captive swan, elegant with a little bit of unwillingness. Between the arm bracelet and the arm bracelet, a rough gold chain was connected, although heavy, it did not reduce Lisa's femininity, but added a touch of wild temptation for her. The phantom color alloy forged arm bracelet was like a flowing galaxy, refracting mesmerizing light with her every subtle movement. The sensor system inside the arm cuffs seemed to be the color palette of her emotions, capturing every heartbeat, every breath, and The fluctuations of her heart are transformed into visual art, colorful and changing, like a silent symphony, interpreting the waves of her innermost being.

The ankles were mercilessly bound by a pair of crystal high heels with silver locks, well-made, with openwork carvings called "crystal shoes". They were not only heels, but also like a piece of art, inlaid with countless crystal clear crystals. The openworked ones are glittering under the light, as if each crystal is telling its own story. The heel is 20 centimeters high, and the upper is completely perpendicular to the ground, relying only on the slender toes to point to the ground, supporting the weight of the whole body, as fragile and tough as a ballet dancer. The lower part of the waterproof platform is up to 10 centimeters high, which increases the stability, but also makes every step extra difficult. Stomping on it is like stepping on stilts, each step becomes extra difficult, as if walking on clouds, challenging the limits of the body, each step needs to be precisely calculated, so as not to lose their footing. Each step makes a crisp sound, as if walking on glass, which is both gorgeous and dangerous. The most unique feature was the two silver locks hanging on the outside of her ankles, which were part of both the restraints and the decoration. The presence of the silver locks made it impossible for Lisa to get out of them by her own power. And connected between the silver locks were short silver chains, the length of which could be controlled remotely. At its harshest it could cause Lisa's feet to come completely together, making it impossible for her to walk and completely depriving her of her freedom of movement. Even at its loosest, it leaves only the smallest amount of space, only allowing her to move forward at an almost ritualistic pace, each step requiring careful calculation. Lisa was forced to walk using a catwalk, the heel of each step just resting against the toe of the latter foot. Considering that the three-dimensional structure of these heels was almost entirely vertical, the heel itself was almost immediately against the toe. So this extremely slow and laborious way of walking is only ornamental. Not being able to walk more than a few steps before having to stop and rest, limited Lisa's solo movements to a very small area. The technology built into these shoes is even more amazing, with tiny vibrating devices that can be remotely controlled via a cell phone app. Each vibration is like a private tease to Lisa, making her blush in public, adding a sense of shyness and helplessness. At this moment, Lisa was like a bird imprisoned in a luxurious cage, glamorous on the outside, but full of struggle and helplessness on the inside. The communication between her and Irene could only rely on those intermittent "whimpering" sounds, as well as the tacit understanding of each other's eye contact. The former joke had become a reality, and her destiny seemed to be tightly bound by the "Rose Kiss" and the "Crystal Walk", which she could no longer break free from.

A complex look flashed across Irene's face, a look of helplessness intertwined with submission. Irene has an enviable figure, her skin is like grease, her long hair is as smooth as a waterfall draped over her shoulders, and an unspeakable charm is revealed between her eyebrows. At the moment, the "Mermaid's Dress" and "Venus' Arms" made her body curve even more attractive. She felt the cold and hard touch of the collar around her neck, and her heart was full of mixed feelings. This collar was not only a symbol of her identity, but also a bondage that she could not escape. Irene knew that all her actions were controlled by this small collar, it was like an invisible shackle that tightly locked her free will. When Erin tried to take a deep breath, she could soon feel the tightness of the collar, a reminder and a warning that she was not allowed to cross that invisible line. A flicker of shame flashed in her eyes, but it was more of a helpless acceptance. Irene knew that she had been completely transformed by this collar, and she was no longer the queen who had once reigned supreme, but had instead turned into a tender woman who was tightly controlled. Despite the countless unwillingness and struggles in her heart, she still had to choose to obey, because she understood that any disobedience would only bring more pain. Erin sighed softly, and in her gaze, which was hidden by the blindfold, there was both disorientation and determination. She knew she couldn't break free of the collar, and could only learn to adapt to face whatever challenges were to come. It was as if she saw a different version of herself than she had always seen, one that was controlled yet sexy and seductive. At this moment, Irene could hear the slightest sound coming from the collar, a whisper belonging to the "Morning Lock", reminding her to accept the reality and bravely face what was about to happen. Her lips were sealed with a "rose kiss", depriving her of her right to speak. Her arms were wrapped tightly in a single glove called the "Venus Arm" and secured behind her back. As elegant as Venus without her arms, but as if she had lost her hands, there was a kind of crippled beauty, a fragility and beauty at the same time. The contradiction between fragility and beauty is both admirable and compassionate. The single glove severely restricts her movement, preventing her from ever raising her hand to vote in a shareholders' meeting. The Single Glove "Venus Arm" is not only elegant, made of soft leather and strong metal. The surface is also decorated with delicate lace patterns, and the interior hides a complex mechanical structure. Its design was exceptionally ingenious, and once it was put on, it could not be easily removed unless it had a special key. Whenever Irene tried to raise her hand to vote, the inside of the single glove would tighten even more, completely depriving her of this basic right. Not only did the glove restrict her freedom of movement, it also became an ironic symbol of her identity and status. At the moment, Irene's expression appeared both helpless and determined, revealing a stubbornness that was unwilling to compromise, but also had to face the pressure of reality. The moonlight gently poured into the office, contrasting sharply with the dimness of the room, as if deliberately illuminating Irene's seductive and slightly helpless figure. Her posture was elegant and upright, like a carefully sculpted work of art, but imprisoned by an invisible force. The metallic texture of the "Venus Arm" and the exquisite mermaid gown on her body were a reflection of each other, weaving together a contradictory beauty. Together they weave a paradoxical beauty - elegance with a touch of crippled sensuality. The light in the room cast just the right amount of light on her, making her figure stand out even more. Irene's face has a helpless yet resolute expression, a glint in her eye that is not willing to compromise, but is forced to face the reality of the pressure before her. The "Venus Arm" was not only a restriction on her movement, but also an ironic symbol of her identity and status. Irene's long hair fell gently, undulating slightly with her breath as she tried to break free of the "Venus Arm" again, but every attempt ended in failure. Each struggle made the single glove tighter, and you could almost hear the faint sound of metal rubbing together, as if to remind her of her inability to change the situation. Her cheeks flushed a faint blush, and a hint of shame and helplessness flashed in her eyes, but more than that, it was that pressure of having to succumb to reality. The smooth lace pattern on the surface of the "Venus Arm" shone softly in the dim light, as if each texture was silently telling the story behind it. Irene's heart was filled with complex emotions, on the one hand feeling helpless and ashamed of this bondage, but on the other hand having to succumb to this control. There was a resignation in her eyes that seemed to be silently fighting against it all. Nevertheless, in this game, as a woman, she seems destined to play a passive role, allowing herself to be dominated by this "arm of Venus" ......

Irene sat quietly in the center of the room, like a carefully sculpted work of art, placed there for all to see. She was wearing the gorgeous single glove, the "Arm of Venus". The single glove, although beautiful, completely bound her, making it impossible for her to even raise her hand to vote. She is no longer a decision-maker, but a living showpiece, a silent symbol of the company's unique taste. Under the double constraints of the "Kiss of the Rose" and the "Arms of Venus", Irene becomes the mute mascot of the board of directors. Whenever a meeting reaches a critical stage, her colleagues naturally turn their attention to her, as if hoping to get a break from their immobility. Her colleagues naturally turn their attention to her, as if hoping to find some kind of guidance from the immobile Irene. But what they really want is just a little psychological comfort. Irene, who could only wait quietly in the darkness, fell into boundless contemplation. As the symbol of the company, Irene had been forced to become a victim of the "Venus Arm". Once, she was the heart and soul of the team, known for her outstanding leadership skills and sharp business acumen. Now she is a silent display, a living decoration used as an accent. Whenever she tries to express her opinion, she is always stopped by a "rose kiss" on her lips. Her ideas were then ignored as if they had never been mentioned. As time went on, this became more and more frequent, and today she has become accustomed to remaining silent in meetings. Erin slowly lowered her head, feeling the Venus Arms wrapped around her arms, and mixed feelings welled up in her mind. The single glove was not only a violation of her dignity, but also a mockery of the company's culture. She realized that she had been completely marginalized by the hypocritical culture. She realized that she had been completely marginalized by the hypocritical culture, no longer a decision-maker, but a living exhibit of the company's distinctive tastes. Confined by both the Kiss of the Rose and the Arms of Venus, Irene becomes a silent statue in the boardroom. She exists only as a window dressing and a show of "elegance". Erin gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her mind. She knew she had to change, she couldn't go on like this. However, how could she break free from this seemingly unbreakable bond?

"Kiss of the Rose" lies quietly on the black velvet, like a sleeping beauty, exuding a breathtaking charm. It is a blooming rose cast from the purest 24K gold, each petal has been hand-polished for thousands of hours, presenting a visual effect as soft as a real flower. The surface of the petals is inlaid with countless sparkling fine diamonds, like dewdrops on the roses in the morning, reflecting colorful light in the light. The pigeon blood ruby in the center of the stamen, weighing five carats, resembles a leaping heart, emitting a deep and seductive light, as if it possesses life. But this is far from being just a piece of jewelry. Its main structure is an intricately designed, if not a little "cruel", gag. The golden rose was the decorative part that was exposed outside the lips. The part that extends to the inside of the mouth is made of the finest medical-grade liquid silicone and memory metal skeleton, which can perfectly fit the wearer's mouth structure. It is designed to be ergonomically shaped to fill the mouth effectively, suppress tongue movement, and minimize discomfort over long periods of time - of course, this "comfort" is only relative, and its essence is still deprivation and control. Erin's voice sounded in the darkness, with a hint of compelling magic: "The design is inspired by the kiss of the goddess of love in ancient Greek mythology. It is a work of art and a cage. Once worn, the petals will fit the wearer's lips perfectly, as if a rose is blooming between them, turning all words into fragrant silence." "What's more," Erin's voice rose a few notches with an undeniable authority, "the jewelry is secured by a sophisticated biometric smart locking mechanism. It has no traditional lock holes or exposed switches. It represents - an absolute, irrevocable oath." As a soft and slightly eerie melody played, a model wearing a white high-fashion fishtail gown stepped onto the catwalk. She had a face as delicate as a sculpture, and her long blonde hair fell behind her like a waterfall. However, the most eye-catching thing was the sparkling "rose" in her mouth. Pure gold rose petals covered her lips tightly, and the ruby stamens glittered in the light. She couldn't speak, couldn't even close her lips completely, could only open them slightly, letting the metal rose occupy her mouth. Her eyes were cold and empty, as if she had gotten used to the silence. As she gracefully turned around, the audience was unmoved. Although she was unable to speak, that forced silence instead gave her a thrilling poignancy and mystery. Every time she attempted to swallow, the graceful lines of her throat rose and fell slightly, driving the golden rose to tremble gently, as if the flower was sucking her life force. A slight commotion began to emerge from the stage. "Look at her eyes, how innocent and how ...... colorful." A young rich boy whispered to his companion. "That's the feeling I'm looking for," another older gentleman pushed up his glasses, his gaze locked on the model, "absolutely quiet and absolutely beautiful." As the launch party reached its final stage, Erin took the microphone once again and made an announcement that shocked the audience, "In order to prove our confidence in this product, and to show the world what the 'Kiss of the Rose' really means, Lisa and I have decided to experience it for ourselves. From this moment on, we will be the first wearers." As soon as the words fell, the whole room was in an uproar. Two billion-dollar group executives were actually going to wear this kind of prop with a strong flirtation meaning in public? This was not just a business demonstration, this was simply a performance art, or rather, a public self-sacrifice. Two uniformed, white-gloved staff members walked onto the stage with a tray. Inside the tray, two even more gorgeous "rose kisses" set with pink diamonds and blue diamonds glittered. Irene and Lisa looked at each other and smiled, there seems to be an inexpressible understanding between them, or a kind of crazy to the abyss together. At this moment, they are no longer the high and mighty queen, but the prisoner who is about to step into the cage. Under the gaze of countless cameras, Irene slightly tilted her head and opened those red lips that usually gave orders. The staff skillfully pushed the cold and expensive metal slowly into her mouth. First there was a cold touch, followed by the invasive feeling of a foreign object. The memory metal skeleton braced itself inside her mouth, pressing against her soft tongue and filling every inch of space. Erin's brow furrowed slightly, then stretched, a flicker of confusion in her eyes. Immediately afterward, Lisa opened her mouth cooperatively, allowing the blue diamond rose to fill her mouth. "Ka-ching" - "Ka-ching." Two crisp mechanical biting sounds were clearly transmitted through the microphone. That sound was like a judge's hammer tone, pronouncing the end of some kind of freedom. The intelligent locks activated, the metal organs biting precisely inside their mouths, suppressing their tongues to death, and their lips were firmly secured by the petal-shaped outer shield. At that moment, a brief moment of dead silence fell over the entire launch site, before a suppressed gasp erupted. Erin tried to speak, but all that came out of her throat was a dull, muffled "whimper". The sound was both pitiful and adorable, a huge contrast to her usual thunderous image. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch the golden rose on her lips, and the cold touch on her fingertips reminded her that she had lost the ability to speak, and had become a beautiful doll. The same was true for Lisa, whose face, which always wore a shrewd smile, was now occupied by a blue diamond rose that looked both bizarre and bewitching. She tried to swallow the saliva secreted from her mouth, but because of the obstruction of the mouth ball, this simple action became extremely difficult, and even a trace of crystalline liquid overflowed along the corners of her mouth, shimmering shamefully in the light. The two stood in the center of the stage in front of hundreds of spectators, but could no longer spit out a single word. A flicker of panic flashed in their eyes, a physical instinctive fear of bondage, but it was quickly overshadowed by professionalism and turned into a gesture of submission and display. The flash from the stage flashed wildly, and the shutter clicks connected like a storm. Reporters like sharks who smelled blood, frantically recording this historic scene - two top female tycoons, voluntarily reduced to "silent lady" in public. The atmosphere at the scene became frenzied and bizarre. People began to talk, and their voices changed from whispers to loud arguments. "My God, they're really wearing them! And it looks like ...... they're enjoying it?" "That's just crazy! But I have to admit, it's shocking." "How are they going to have meetings from now on? How to manage the company? Is it with eyes?" "This spirit of sacrifice ...... or this sick desire to show off is the pinnacle of marketing!" Just as the crowd was speculating, Erin passed a wink to the staff. The staff member took out a special tablet that displayed a complicated unlocking interface. The staff member swiped on the screen, and a green light swept across the rose stamens on their lips. "Drip-" With a soft click, the latch released. Erin and Lisa removed the Rose Kisses from their mouths and breathed a long sigh of relief. A silver wire connected the ball and the corners of their mouths, and this scene was captured by countless cameras, becoming the sexiest image of the night. Their lips were slightly red and swollen from the prolonged stretching, making them look particularly attractive. There was a chorus of boos and a sense of being cheated, as if the audience was expecting them to actually be locked up forever, even if that was cruel. Lisa took over the microphone and smiled as she explained, although her voice was slightly hoarse and a little slurred from what she had just worn, this rather added a bit of authenticity, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please be at ease. What we demonstrated just now is the couple's version of 'Rose Kiss'. It comes with an exclusive APP and an electronic key that can be opened at any time. Of course, this key should usually be kept in the hands of the beloved as a symbol of affection and trust." Speaking here, Lisa's words turned, her eyes becoming sharp and fervent, as if the restraints she had just been given had not weakened her aura, but had instead inspired some kind of destructive desire within her, "But what we at Eternal Vow really want to launch is more than just this kind of 'toy'. What we want to launch is true faith." The image on the big screen changed abruptly, and a more intricately designed, blood-red "Rose Kiss" appeared. The red color was so deep that it seemed like frozen blood. "This is the 'Kiss of the Rose - Eternal Contract Edition'." Lisa's voice was trembling, it was a tremor of excitement, "This one, designed specifically for the most sacred marriage proposal ceremony. It has no electronic key, no mechanical unlocking holes, and no backdoor reserved. Once worn and locked, its internal nanostructures will physically fuse and lock with the contours of the wearer's mouth on a microscopic level. It cannot be removed except through a complex surgical procedure of destructive removal - for the rest of one's life!" The room instantly exploded. This time, there were no more whispers, but a real sensation. "Unremovable for a lifetime?!" "Crazy! This is simply torture! It's illegal, isn't it?" "But isn't this ...... the ultimate commitment? This is the real 'I do'!" Lisa continued in a seductive voice, as if the devil were peddling a soul contract: "Yes, you heard me right. This will make the bride a lady forever! She will always be silent, always be the shy, listening maiden she was at the wedding; not the rambling, obnoxious whiner she will become in the minutiae of her marriage. She will turn all her words, all her complaints, all her secrets, into silent love and obedience to her husband. Every time she wants to argue, that rose will remind her that love is tolerance and love is silence." "This, truly, is the 'Eternal Vow'!" The reaction at the scene was like a nuclear bomb going off. A portion of the crowd, especially women's rights advocates and conservatives, revealed looks of horror and anger. One female reporter even stood up and protested loudly, "This is the naked objectification and mutilation of women! It's a step backward for civilization!" Shockingly, however, even louder cheers erupted - mainly from unmarried, wealthy men, and a section of women seeking the ultimate in pain and belonging. There was a wild glint in the men's eyes as they fantasized about the day they would propose and personally put this stunning orifice on their future brides. The "click" of that moment will be the most beautiful music in the world. They will have a perfect doll that will always be beautiful, always be quiet, and belong only to them. And that impossible-to-pick rose will be the ultimate proof of their ownership. And some women, looking at the blood-red rose on the stage, a kind of inexplicable trembling and longing actually rose in their hearts. It was an impulse to deliver and sacrifice themselves completely. In this world full of uncertainty, this absolute, irreversible bondage had actually become a perverted sense of security. As long as one wore it, one no longer had to think, no longer had to argue, only to be beautiful and obedient. Eileen looked at the frantic crowd under the stage, at the faces of greed, fear, and excitement intertwined, and the corner of her mouth curled up into a mysterious smile. She once again raised the "Rose Kiss" in her hand, under the light, the bright diamond reflected a blinding light, as if it could pierce the human soul. "This is not just a piece of jewelry," Irene concluded, her voice so soft it sounded like she was chanting an incantation, "this is a key, a key to bliss and eternity. Now, who would like to be the first 'Eternal Bride'?" The launch party came to a close in a state of chaos and frenzy. The order system almost collapsed the moment it was opened, especially the astronomically priced "Eternal Contract Edition", which had received dozens of intended orders in just ten minutes. 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