Chairman's Secret Tight Bondage Game

"The weather is so chilly, it's a perfect opportunity..." Simona's cheeks flushed, her heart pounding. She crouched before the wardrobe and pulled out a small chest. The chest was metal, covered in leather, and secured with a peculiar metal lock. It was a rare combination lock on the continent, its intricate mechanism allowing for a five-digit sequence. Only the correct code could open it. The fact that Simona had gone through the considerable connections of the Great Sheep Merchant Guild to acquire such a precise lock spoke volumes about the importance of its contents... *Click—* Simona turned the numbered dials to the correct code, then pressed gently. The lock sprang open. She lifted the lid, revealing bundles upon bundles of finely woven hemp rope. "Let's... just relax a little..." Blushing, Simona carried the chest to the bedside and sat down on the edge of the bed. Having inherited the position of Guild Master of the Great Sheep Merchant Guild immediately after coming of age, Simona had been under immense pressure. In this environment, she had secretly developed a unique method of stress relief: self-bondage. The intense feeling of restraint when bound by ropes brought her a profound sense of peace. Only then could she truly relax, preventing the accumulated stress from crushing her... Taking a bundle of rope from the chest, Simona hesitated for a moment. The air was a bit cool, so she decided against undressing, opting to bind herself while still clothed. She unraveled the bundle in her hands. A rope of over ten meters lay spread across the soft bed. Her slender fingers grasped both ends of the rope, folding it in half. A little below the fold, Simona tied two knots, creating two connected loops. One was about the size of her head, the other significantly smaller. She slipped the larger loop over her head, around her neck. Simona adjusted the knot, which had some give, tightening the loop around her neck slightly. The knot itself rested between her collarbones. Behind her, the smaller loop hung down naturally, awaiting its purpose. Next, Simona brought the two ends of the folded rope together, letting them hang in front of her. She tied knots at various points on her body. "..." Even at this stage, Simona's breathing had become heavy, a distinct flush rising on her face. Though this was not her first time engaging in this secret ritual, her heart always raced at the beginning. Her breathing became slightly labored, forcing her to exhale more deeply. Her hands, holding the rope, trembled slightly. Fortunately, this state gradually subsided as Simona settled into the process. As her body began to feel the comforting sensation of restraint, the trembling in her hands would stabilize... Simona pursed her lips and slowly brought a thick knot on the rope down and between her legs. She then lifted the hem of her skirt, positioning the rope against her black stockings. 'After passing it through like this, then bringing it up behind...' 'Pulling hard now won't work; it'll loosen if I let go. I should thread it through the rope behind my neck first...' With her hands behind her back, Simona gripped the rope and guided it upwards, threading it through the loop around her neck. The two ends of the rope separated, one going to each side, held by Simona's hands. "..." 'That's it. Downward...' She took a deep breath and then pulled the rope taut, angling it downwards. The rope immediately tightened in front of and behind Simona. The section passing between her legs pressed firmly against her cunt, the specially tied knot precisely positioned to dig into her through the stockings.

Her hands were now unable to separate or be pulled free from the rope loop behind her back. Finally, with only a small length of rope remaining, Shimona folded it in half, forming a simple loop that resembled the number '9'. This was the same loop that had initially been tightened around Shimona's chest, just above her breasts, when she first began binding her hands. Shimona then threaded her right hand through the loop and pulled it taut. The loop tightened and secured itself around her wrist. Due to the fixed position of her bound hands, her fingers could no longer reach the rope or the loop around her wrist. "Mmmph!" As the final step was completed, Shimona twisted her upper body, attempting to struggle. The intense feeling of restraint immediately sent a powerful feedback through her entire body. This overwhelming sense of confinement filled her with an intense satisfaction, causing her to involuntarily clench her legs, which were already bound together. Shimona then leaned back, lying down on the soft bed. She writhed and squirmed, reveling in the intense sensation of restraint. Her bound legs rubbed against each other with slight, involuntary movements. Her face flushed, Shimona twisted her upper body, doing her best to tug at the ropes. She aimed to put pressure on the rope that passed between her legs from the initial diamond knot, seeking even the slightest flicker of stimulation. "Haa... Haaah..." Shimona gasped, her voice producing syllables that were still discernible despite the gag stretching her mouth open. Although her body was reacting with arousal, the minimal friction was far from enough to satisfy her. A deep craving for more intense stimulation surged within her. But with her hands bound, she couldn't reach herself... 'F-first, let me undo my hands...' Unable to achieve sufficient sexual stimulation, Shimona, disregarding her painstakingly crafted binding, urgently tried to loosen the ropes around her wrists. However, because the hemp rope was tied in a figure-eight pattern around her wrists, her hands could not be pulled free unless she painstakingly unraveled it loop by loop. Shimona attempted to use her fingers to hook the tightened loop around her right wrist. If she could just open that one loop, all the other knots would unravel in reverse! "Mmm... Mmm?" Despite Shimona's slender fingers being quite nimble, this task proved incredibly difficult. After much effort, she managed to get the nail of her left index finger to catch the edge of the rope loop. But her hands were bound with her wrists crossed. To reach her right wrist with her left hand, her left palm had to curve inward. In this position, Shimona couldn't generate enough force with her fingers to lift the loop. After all, once tightened, it was only the size of her wrist, much smaller than her right palm. "Mmmph! Mmmph!" Realizing the difficulty of undoing the knot, Shimona abandoned all pretense and sat up straight, focusing all her attention on freeing herself with her fingers. No matter how hard she tried, her fingers, unable to apply direct force, struggled to hook the tightened loop. Even when she occasionally managed to snag it, the loop was so tight that lifting it wouldn't allow it to pass over her palm. Simply lifting the loop was this difficult; opening the tightened loop was even harder, as the end of the rope that secured it was tied directly to her wrist. "Mmm..." After struggling for a while longer without success, Shimona's forehead was slick with sweat. Her damp bangs clung to her skin, and a bead of perspiration traced a path down her high nose. 'No, I can't undo it... What do I do, what do I do...' Shimona's anxiety mounted. Her hands thrashed uselessly behind her back, but no matter how much she struggled, this particular binding method made it virtually impossible to pull her hands free, even if the ropes loosened slightly. 'My fingers... Ugh! I can't get it open at all!' 'Why did I use this method? I should have just tied a simple knot like before...'

"A slight mistake, I should have had you put them on before tying you up." "But it's fine, I should still be able to fit them in like this..." Phil said as he walked behind Simona, reaching his hand inside her collar from behind and pulling the rope that constricted her chest from the outside. With the cooperation of both hands, Phil successfully reached Simona's breasts and put the nipple pasties on them, then put them on the other breast in the same manner. "Here, open your mouth." Then Phil took out a clean black gag from the wooden box. Simona obediently opened her mouth and took the gag in, and Phil buckled the strap behind her head. After restraining Simona, Phil then lifted her from the chair and carefully placed her under the table. Since someone was specifically cleaning the rooms in the merchant guild every morning at dawn, Phil's office was very clean at this time, so it was fine to have Simona sit directly on the floor. Then Phil squatted in front of the table and began to reinforce Simona's restraints with new ropes, first completely fixing her already tied legs into an M-shape. The ropes connected from near her knees to the ropes on Simona's chest and arms, so Simona's legs, which were already folded and bound together, could not move freely. Next, Phil passed the rope through the metal collar behind Simona's neck and tied a knot to secure it. Then he pulled it upwards and tied it to the frame under the table used for drawers, for which Phil had specifically pulled out the drawer first. Although this rope would not lift Simona, it was basically taut, so Simona could only sit on the floor like this, unable to move left or right or fall backward. The restraint was not over yet. Phil took out new ropes, passed them through the ropes tied to Simona's right leg and tightened them, then pulled the ropes to her right and secured them under the table, tightening them. He did the same with the left leg. Phil thus firmly secured Simona under the table. If she were alone, unless she had the strength to drag the table forward while restrained, she could only be trapped in place. "Hoo, that's done..." Phil stood up with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and looked down at Simona under the table. From Simona's perspective, she could no longer see Phil's face. Because of the table's obstruction, she had to lift her head to look up at Phil standing in front of her. This upward-looking perspective was very special. Because the obstruction above prevented her from seeing Phil clearly, it gave Simona the illusion that Phil was very tall at this moment. "Mmph!" 'Can't even lean back... can't rest by leaning...' Simona tried to twist and struggle, but the ropes fixed in three directions allowed her to only sit in place obediently. Because the space under the table was relatively large, and the ropes above prevented her from falling backward, her back could not touch the table. "Mmph?" Suddenly, Simona saw Phil take out something else, a black blindfold. "Mmph!" 'Wait, wait! Why do I have to wear a blindfold too!' Before Simona could react, Phil had already put the blindfold on her face. She shook her head from side to side, but couldn't make the tight-fitting blindfold come off.

As the three dishes and one soup were served, Phil finally entered his bedroom to untie Simone, who had been bound all afternoon, and turned off the toys. Then, she picked up Simone, who was lying limply on the bed, and brought her to the dining table. Simone's body was covered in obvious rope marks. Exhausted from the afternoon, Simone was ravenous but could barely muster any strength. She could only stare at the feast on the table. "Drink your soup first." Phil knew Simone must be very thirsty after wearing a gag all afternoon, so he first ladled a bowl of soup for her. Gulp, gulp... With Phil's help, Simone eagerly drank the soup in the bowl, and her dry throat finally felt a little relieved. After the hot soup went down, she felt a little strength return to her body, and her previously limp body could sit up slightly. "Master, where did you go this afternoon..." With a little strength restored, Simone looked at Phil beside her with a resentful gaze. This was definitely the longest she had ever been left alone, the longest she had been tormented, and the most orgasms she had experienced. "I went to buy you something. Eat first, and I'll show you after." Phil smiled, keeping her in suspense. Although Simone was curious, she had no choice but to obediently start eating. Over the past few months, Phil's role as master had been firmly established, and Simone had become a completely obedient pet, or rather, a slave. Privately, this relationship between the two had also influenced Phil in public. He began to change in the eyes of others, no longer so introverted and timid, and gradually started to communicate with others. His lifelong inferiority complex seemed to be solely due to the incomplete development of his sexual organs... After dinner, Simone, who had been bound all afternoon, couldn't wait to take a bath. When she finished, Phil was already waiting for her in the room. Returning to the room wrapped in a bath towel, Simone was curious to see the black box on the bed. "Master, is this what you bought this afternoon? What's inside?" Simone curiously leaned closer, but she didn't dare to open the box without Phil's permission. Phil's role as master was no longer just a role-playing game during their intimate sessions. For months, Phil had been trying to tame Simone, and he had achieved considerable success. "Since you're so curious, I'll show you." Phil smirked, and as Simone felt a sense of foreboding, Phil picked up the box and opened it. Inside the black box, items made of black leather lay quietly, along with some leather straps, somewhat similar to the straps on the sides of a gag, but much longer. "What is this... a single-hand glove?" Simone curiously leaned closer to look at the contents of the box. Although she hadn't bought one, she had seen single-hand gloves in that shop. "It's different. It has another purpose. Come, put on your clothes and these things first." Phil put down the box and then ordered Simone to put on the clothes and vibrating toys beside her. The outfit was similar to the bunny girl costume Simone had just changed out of, except for the headpiece, which was a pair of fluffy dog ears. "Mmm." Simone obediently untied the bath towel wrapped around her body, skillfully put on the vibrating dildo, butt plug, and nipple clamps, then changed into the new outfit and put on the dog ear headpiece. Speaking of which, whether it was the bunny girl or the dog girl outfits, they seemed to have gradually become popular among humans after humans and beastmen came into contact somewhere. Soon, Simone changed into her new clothes and stood before Phil in an extremely alluring posture. "Good, now extend your hand." Phil swallowed and continued to order Simone. Simone obediently extended her right hand and, following Phil's instructions, brought her fingers together. After she did this, Phil took out the leather item from the box. It looked like a glove, but it was as long as Simone's arm and had no finger divisions. A long leather strap was attached to the end of the fingers. With Phil's help, Simone successfully put it on her right hand. It was somewhat narrow inside, preventing Simone's fingers from separating freely, and the flat space also made it impossible for her to clench her fist. "Now bend your arm." "Yes, just like that. Touch your shoulder with your fingers." Phil continued to guide Simone, who obediently touched her shoulder with her right hand, thus folding her arm. At this point, Simone also noticed a thicker piece of leather near her elbow, which seemed to be padded with something soft. There was also a small piece resembling a waist cincher on top. Then, Phil picked up that piece and attached it to Simone's folded forearms. He tightened the straps on it like a waist cincher, and Simone's arm immediately felt a strong sense of restraint, her right hand completely unable to straighten. Since her palm was also trapped in the "glove," Simone couldn't use this hand to free herself. After all, no matter what the position, her fingers definitely couldn't reach the straps on her arm. "The other hand." "Mmm..." At Phil's command, Simone obediently extended her other hand. Phil used the same item to restrain her left hand, thus rendering both of Simone's hands unusable. "Master, what are you doing restraining my hands like this?" With her hands restrained, Simone tried to touch her elbows together and asked Phil with some confusion. "You'll know soon." Phil still didn't explain directly and stepped forward to pick up the light-bodied Simone. Simone didn't struggle, only blushing slightly and allowing Phil to hold her, placing her down on the soft bed. Then, Phil continued to take out the same leather item from the box, but this time it looked a little larger. Phil slipped it onto Simone's feet, eventually encasing Simone's legs in black stockings. It fit her legs perfectly, feeling very snug when worn but not too difficult to put on. At Simone's knees, just like at her elbows, there was a thicker piece. It was clear that the way it restrained her legs was the same as how it restrained her hands. As Phil continued to manipulate and tighten the straps, Simone's legs were eventually folded and restrained together in the same way. She couldn't straighten them at all without damaging the leather. "..." With her limbs restrained like this, lying on the bed, Simone naturally lost the ability to move or resist. This made her face flush with embarrassment, and she tried to struggle a little uncomfortably. "Alright, turn over and get up for a moment."

"Mmmph..." Terrified of Agnes's methods, Phil reluctantly lowered her hands. Agnes then pulled the rope to Phil's left armpit, tied a loop around the original knot, and pulled it up to her right shoulder. She draped it over Phil's right shoulder, around her back, and threaded it under Simone's right armpit, pulling it up to her left shoulder before looping it around her back again. The rope behind their backs was then threaded under Phil's right armpit and pulled to her left shoulder. This process was repeated twice, creating an X-shaped pattern of rope across their chests, and the rope was nearly used up. Agnes tied off the last bit of rope on Phil's chest, completing this stage of restraint, and picked up a new rope. This time, Agnes intended to bind their hands. Based on her experience, hands bound in front offered little restraint. Binding them behind the back was the most effective. However, their backs were already pressed tightly together, making it impossible to bind their hands behind them. "How about this..." After a moment's thought, Agnes grabbed Simone's hands and pulled them behind her back. Although her arms were restrained, limiting their forward and backward swing, she could still manage to pull them behind her and wrap them around Phil's waist. Agnes positioned Simone's hands in this manner. Agnes wrapped the rope around one of Simone's wrists, then pulled her other hand tightly, bringing them as close together as possible before binding them, securing her in a position where she was tightly embracing Phil from behind. After simply binding their hands together, Agnes used the same method to pull Phil's hands behind her back, positioning Phil to embrace Simone from behind. The only difference was that Phil had to embrace Simone along with her hands. Only then did Agnes bind Phil's wrists. Now, the two were even more tightly pressed together, unable to separate. When one person trembled, the other could clearly feel it. With them bound like this, the next step was their legs. Under Agnes's coercion, the two were forced to stand up from the bed, their backs pressed against each other. Agnes took out more rope and began to bind their four legs together. It's worth noting that, according to Agnes's preference, she had changed Simone into... The leg restraints were simpler. Starting from the ankles and moving upwards, she wrapped the rope around twice before threading it between their legs and tightening the loop to secure it. The rope was tied at several points: the ankles, below the knees, above the knees, and at the base of the thighs, binding their four legs together. Because they were back-to-back, their knees pointed in opposite directions, rendering them unable to bend their legs. They could only keep their legs straight. Even without Agnes forcing them, they would likely only be able to remain standing. Unless they were to throw themselves down onto the bed with determination, they could not lie down safely. However, Agnes worried they might fall off the bed and hit their heads, so she didn't intend to give them that opportunity. Instead, she used ropes tied to the restraints above their chests, pulling them up and hooking them to a pre-installed hook on the ceiling. With these ropes securing them, there was no longer any concern about Simone and Phil losing their balance and falling due to any circumstances. "Mmmph!" Simone tried to struggle, but it only caused Phil's body to sway left and right a couple of times, with no other effect. "Oh, right, a little surprise for you. I specifically sought out a merchant who supplies vibrators to the guild and had him make a small modification to the remote controls. Now, they only increase the vibration intensity when pressed." With Simone and Phil suspended on the bed, forced to stand, Agnes took out several remote controls. These remotes had been altered. Originally, they had a slider on the surface; sliding up increased intensity, and sliding down decreased it. Now, they had only a single button; pressing it increased the intensity. Furthermore, a single remote didn't control one toy one-to-one. Instead, it controlled one or a group of vibrating toys. The reason for this was... "Now, I'm going to place the two remote controls that operate all the toys on your bodies together." As Simone and Phil tilted their heads, watching her with confusion, Agnes placed the two remote controls side-by-side, their buttons touching. Then, Agnes squeezed the remotes together, pressing both buttons in the middle simultaneously. *Vvvvmmmm—* The instant Agnes pressed them, all the vibrating toys on Simone and Phil, including the vibrating butt plug in their rears, began to vibrate. The difference was that Simone's vibrating toys started at the highest setting, while Phil's started at the lowest. "Mmmph?!" The intermittent electrical shocks from the butt plug caused Simone's body to convulse. After a brief recovery, the stimulation from the highest setting forced her to struggle with difficulty.