A haughty schoolgirl girlfriend, actively begging me for bondage

"That..." I began cautiously, "Is something wrong?" Su Aoqing didn't answer immediately. She opened her backpack and took out a bundle—wait, was that rope? My eyes widened further. It was a bundle of brown rope, looking sturdy enough. "This," she handed me the rope, her gaze shifting, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks, "Tie me up." "What?" I thought I misheard. "I said, tie me up!" Her voice rose, but then, as if realizing something, it lowered, "...If you're willing." I stood frozen, my brain completely short-circuited. Was this some new prank? Or had I been staying up too late and hallucinating? Seeing my lack of reaction, Su Aoqing bit her lower lip and added, "I-I don't like being tied up! It's just... I just happened to bring the rope and wanted to try it out!" Classic tsundere. But paired with her slightly trembling fingers and flushed earlobes, it was strangely endearing. "Why me?" I finally found my voice. Su Aoqing turned her face away, not looking at me. "...Just picked you." Liar. With thousands of students in our school, why me, a classmate she barely spoke to? But I didn't call her out. My gaze flickered between her and the rope. Logic told me to refuse this absurd request, but a hidden curiosity was stirring. And honestly, when the school beauty makes a request like this, what guy could remain completely indifferent? "Are you sure?" I confirmed again. "Ugh, so annoying!" she suddenly snapped, "Fine, if you're not doing it, I'll find someone else!" With that, she made a move to take the rope back. The instant her fingers were about to touch it, I, on some strange impulse, grabbed her wrist. "Wait." Her wrist was incredibly slender, her skin smooth and cool. I could feel her pulse quickening beneath my fingertips. Su Aoqing froze, her eyes wide. We stayed like that for a few seconds, then she gave a slight, unforced tug. "...Then hurry," she whispered, her gaze darting away. I took a deep breath and picked up the bundle of rope. It was heavier than I expected, smooth to the touch. I had never tied anyone up before, and wasn't even sure where to start. "Uh... hands or feet?" I asked awkwardly. Su Aoqing's face turned even redder. "Wh-whatever you want..." I decided to start with her wrists. I gestured for her to stand with her back to me, and I carefully wrapped the rope around her wrists. Her skin looked even fairer and more delicate against the rope. "Tell me if it's too tight," I said. "Hmph, as if I'd think it's tight!" she retorted, but when the rope tightened for the first time, I clearly felt her body tremble slightly. I eased up, trying not to cinch the rope too tightly. As the number of wraps increased, Su Aoqing's breathing became a little rapid. I noticed her earlobes were almost transparently red, her eyelashes fluttering incessantly. "Is... is it okay?" I asked. "M-maybe acceptable..." she still played tough, but her voice had softened a bit. I didn't expose the tremor in her voice. As I finally tied the knot tight, Su Aoqing tried to move her wrists. The rope restricted her movements, but not uncomfortably so. "Turn around, let me see," I said. She slowly turned, her hands bound behind her back. For some reason, the sight made my throat tighten. The bound Su Aoqing looked inexplicably... vulnerable, a stark contrast to her usual haughty demeanor. "Satisfied?" she tilted her chin up, trying to maintain her usual arrogance, but her flushed cheeks and flickering eyes betrayed her. On another strange impulse, I reached out and gently touched her cheek. Her skin was astonishingly hot. "Your face is so red." "N-no, it's not!" she abruptly turned her head away, "It's... it's too hot!" I couldn't help but chuckle. "It's only 18 degrees in here." "None of your business!" she snapped, embarrassed, but with her hands bound, she could only glare at me indignantly.

"...Not too salty." In the kitchen, I pondered everything that had happened today while cooking noodles. Su Aoqing, that aloof campus belle, actually came to me and made such a request... It all felt too unreal. But her warmth, her reactions, clearly told me this wasn't a dream. When I brought the cooked noodles back to the living room, I found Su Aoqing trying to reach into her backpack with her bound hands. Seeing me return, she immediately pretended nothing was wrong, but the blush on her ear tips betrayed her again. "Need a hand?" I asked. "No!" she refused immediately, but then added in a small voice, "...Unless you insist on helping." I put down the bowl and took out a pink rabbit hair tie from her backpack—that's what she was trying to get. "This?" I dangled the hair tie. She nodded, her eyes darting away, "...My hair is messy." I went behind her and gently gathered her long hair. Her strands were soft and smooth, carrying a faint scent of jasmine. After tying her hair, I couldn't help but look a few more times—like this, she had less arrogance and more of a demure charm. "There," I said. "Th-cough, I mean, you're too slow!" she corrected herself abruptly. I smiled, not calling her out. Picking up the bowl, I took a mouthful of noodles, blew on them, and offered them to her lips, "Here, eat while it's hot." Su Aoqing's eyes widened, "You, you're feeding me?" "What else?" I gestured to her bound hands, "Or can the esteemed campus belle eat with her feet?" Her face turned red again. After a moment of hesitation, she finally cautiously opened her mouth. The moment the noodles slid into her mouth, her eyes brightened slightly. "How is it?" I asked. "It's... barely edible, I guess," she said stubbornly, but the next second she whispered, "...It's not bad." And so, I fed her the entire bowl of noodles, mouthful by mouthful. Every few bites, she would awkwardly praise it, always starting with "but" or "barely," but the satisfaction in her eyes was undeniable. After she finished, I stood up, helped her to her feet, and looked at her restrained state. Her hands were behind her back, her feet were also bound, and she could only sway slightly. The hem of her school uniform skirt shifted up a bit with her movements, revealing a section of her fair thigh. She noticed my gaze and immediately bristled, "What are you looking at! Who allowed you to stare!" "You came to my door yourself, and you don't want me to look?" I teased her with a smile. "Who, who came to your door!" she stamped her foot in anger, but her bound feet made her almost lose her balance, and she had to lean on me to steady herself. Her face turned even redder, and she quickly retorted, "I just... I was just passing by! I didn't come specifically to see you!" "Oh? Then the ropes, the vibrator, the gag, and the candles, you just happened to bring them?" I pointed to her backpack. "That... that's..." she stammered, finally becoming enraged, "Who wants to explain to you! Anyway... anyway, believe it or not!" Seeing her bristling, I couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair. She froze for a moment, then dodged like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Don't touch me! I hate it when people touch my head the most!" "Really?" I deliberately reached out again. She flinched, but didn't dodge. She tried to move, and finding she couldn't break free, her eyes flickered, but she remained defiant, "Hmph, you think this level of restraint can stop me? I'm just not in good shape today, otherwise I would have broken free long ago!" "Is that so?" I smiled and leaned closer, "Want it tighter?" "Who, who wants that!" she glared at me, but her eyes darted around, "But... I don't have anything to do today anyway, I'll play with you for a bit!" I couldn't help but pinch her cheek, "You're so adorably stubborn." "I'm not adorable!" she turned her head away as if bristling, "I don't care what you say!" Her reactions made her even more amusing to me. I gently pushed her, and she lost her balance, falling onto the sofa. She struggled a few times but couldn't get up, only glaring at me indignantly, "You... what are you doing!" "Let's see if you can get up by yourself," I said with a wicked grin. "Who's afraid of who!" she twisted her body stubbornly, trying to sit up, but her bound hands and feet made her unable to exert force. After struggling for a long time, she was panting from exhaustion, but still insisted, "I can stand up whenever I want! It's just that the sofa is too soft!"

I gently pushed her onto the sofa, her body sinking into the soft cushions, her bound form even more alluring. The hem of her school uniform skirt lifted slightly with the movement, revealing more of her fair skin. Her eyes darted away, avoiding my gaze, but her breathing betrayed her nervousness. "Now, can you still be stubborn?" I leaned in and asked. "Of c-course I can!" she stammered, her panic escalating as I drew closer. "Who-who's afraid of you!" Su Aoqing lay on the sofa, her entire body tightly wrapped in Shibari and a G-string, like a meticulously packaged gift. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths, the rope's grid leaving faint red marks on her skin, which contrasted strikingly with the pure white of her school uniform, creating a particularly sensual scene. I leaned in close to her ear, my fingertip lightly tracing a knot on the inside of her thigh. "Next, shall we try the 'Four Horses Fanning Themselves' pose?" "Who-who wants to try such a shameful binding!" she abruptly turned her face away, her earlobes burning crimson, her voice growing softer. "...But, there's still some rope left, so, whatever you want." I smiled and rummaged through her backpack, finding the last two bundles of rope. She had indeed come prepared, even bringing specialized soft cotton rope. I bent her legs, grasping her ankles, my palm touching the smooth skin beneath her black knee-high socks. Her toes immediately curled up in tension, and a barely audible whimper escaped her throat. "Relax," I deliberately rubbed the sole of her foot with my fingertip. "Hahaha... Stop it! I'm not nervous!" she squirmed and struggled, but her upper body's restraints only allowed her to flail like a fish out of water. "If you keep tickling me, I'll bite you!" I clasped her ankles, wrapping the rope around her wrists several times before pulling it back and tying it to her bound wrists behind her back. Her body was forced into an arch, forming a perfect curve. The school uniform skirt completely slid up to her thighs, revealing the garters at the top of her lace stockings. "Su Aoqing," I suddenly called her by her full name. "Wh-what?" she looked up in panic, her eyelashes fluttering like a startled butterfly. I abruptly tightened the knots, forcing her limbs into the 'Four Horses Fanning Themselves' pose. Her back instantly straightened, and she let out a sweet gasp. "Ah... You-you attacked me!" "This is called technique." I admired her completely bound state—her wrists and ankles crossed behind her waist, the rope passing between her legs, creating alluring curves across her chest. The more she struggled, the deeper the knots dug in, rubbing against her most sensitive areas. "Mmm... Idiot!" her voice was already tinged with tears, her eyes glistening, yet she still tried to maintain her composure. "This much... I-I can break free anytime... Mmm!" Su Aoqing was bound to the sofa in the 'Four Horses Fanning Themselves' pose, her entire body immobilized, only able to writhe slightly. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid, her eyes a mixture of shame and a hint of anticipation. Seeing her like this, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. "Since you're so stubborn, how about a little punishment?" I crouched down, my finger lightly tracing her waist. "Ah! Wh-what are you doing!" her body trembled violently, jerking as if electrocuted, before she feigned composure. "Hmph, I'm not ticklish!" "Oh really?" I curved my lips, my finger lightly tickling her side. "Hahaha... Stop it!" she immediately burst into laughter, her body wriggling like a little fish, trying to evade my fingers. "Who-who gave you permission to tickle me! Stop it!" "But you just said you weren't ticklish?" I pretended to be innocent, my fingers not stopping, gently circling her dimples. "Hahaha... That's... Mmm... That's right... I'm not ticklish!" her laughter was clear and melodious, tears even welling up in the corners of her eyes. "Idiot! Stop it... I-I command you!" "Command invalid." I grinned wickedly, my fingers moving to a new location, lightly tickling the soles of her black socks. Her toes immediately curled up, but due to the restraints, she could only struggle in vain. "No! Not there... Hahaha... I can't!" her voice became incredibly soft, her laughter mixed with coy gasps. "I-I surrender, okay!" "Surrender? But didn't you just say you could break free anytime?" I teased her, my finger drawing circles on the sole of her foot. "I-I was... Ah! Don't touch there!" her body trembled violently, the ropes tightening with her struggles. The collar of her school uniform loosened slightly, revealing a sliver of her fair collarbone. Seeing her flustered yet adorable state, I finally stopped, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Are you still going to be stubborn now?" She panted, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples, her eyes glistening, but she still refused to completely yield. "Hmph... This time, this time I was just letting you win!"

"B-because..." she stammered, finally closing her eyes in resignation, "...it's just not allowed!" "Mmm... enough..." her voice was soft, her eyes reddening, "My wrists are really hurting from the rope..." I immediately stopped, checking the knot behind her. As expected, because of her struggling, the rope had shifted slightly around her wrists, leaving a shallow red mark. "Don't you like it like this?" I grinned mischievously. "I-I really don't!" "Then how about here?" I suddenly grabbed her ankle, wrapped in a black stocking, and pressed my fingertip against the center of the sole. Her toes immediately curled into a ball within the black silk, the lace trim sliding down to her knee hollow as she struggled, revealing the slightly sweaty skin of her inner thighs. As the candle tilted, her taut arch formed a beautiful curve beneath the black stocking: "Wait! There, there absolutely isn't..." The first drop of wax landed precisely on the tip of her stocking. "Mmmph~!" Her instep arched sharply, the stocking tip creating tiny wrinkles against the sofa's leather surface. The second drop landed on the sole of her foot, spreading a warm, colored halo through the silk. Her knees trembled and pressed together, the knot around her knee hollow leaving red marks: "Idiot... this kind of thing... Haa... I would never..." When the third drop of wax seeped through the thin silk and touched her sole, she suddenly threw her head back and let out a kitten-like whimper. Her chest, tightened by the shibari, heaved violently. Her stocking-clad toes twitched incessantly in the tingling sensation of the hardening wax, the tips of the stockings already pilled from friction. "Classmate Su." I deliberately scraped my fingertip against her waxed sole, "Your toes are curling so cutely, are you inviting me to continue?" "I am not!" She tried to pull her foot back in shame and anger, but the horse-hoof tie rendered her efforts futile, only allowing her to writhe. "It's... it's the wax, it's too sticky! Wipe it off quickly!" I leaned down and gently blew on the pinkish sole of her foot, watching the wax film crackle on the silk: "But it's protecting your sensitive sole." "Who, who's sensitive!" The tips of her ears turned blood red, her ankle wriggling restlessly in my palm, "This much... it's not even ticklish... Mmm!" I tickled her sole unexpectedly, and she immediately burst into tears of laughter: "Hahaha... Stop! You're despicable! Taking advantage of my weakness... Hahaha..." When she was exhausted from laughing, I caressed her damp sole: "Admit you're ticklish now, and I'll untie you." "Never...!" She glared at me, her tear-soaked eyelashes defiantly raised, "If you have the guts... tickle me till dawn... Anyway... anyway..." Her voice suddenly weakened – I was dipping my fingertip into the melted wax, writing "tsundere" on her sole. "You!" She blushed all over with shame, her bound wrists making the ropes creak, "Just you wait until I get free... I'll make you pay!" "But for now," I pressed the switch of the vibrator against her inner thigh, "Miss School Beauty looks good." In the candlelight, her biting her lip and glaring at me was more captivating than any wax sculpture. I continued dripping wax with a smile, the wax falling like a gentle rain onto her dimples, her lower abdomen, and the soles of her feet. With every touch, her body gave the most honest reaction – trembling, curling up, or letting out sweet moans. Looking at her, I was suddenly reminded of the cute little dog next door. Wait, a dog? Perhaps, we should play a pet game next.

"Promise me you'll be my pet from now on?" I stopped, raising an eyebrow to look at her. "Who, who wants to be your pet!" She glared at me, puffing out her cheeks, but her eyes darted around. "...Unless you promise to delete the photos right now." "Deal." I readily pressed the delete button. She eyed me suspiciously. "Did you really delete them?" "Of course." I jiggled my phone. "Now, it's your turn to keep your promise." She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave a barely perceptible nod. She tried to sit up, but wobbled precariously, her body restricted by the spread-eagle position. I reached out to steady her shoulder, and she flinched away as if shocked. "Don't, don't touch me! I can do it myself!" "Alright, alright." I held up my hands and took a step back, watching her struggle to adjust her position like a clumsy pet. Finally, she knelt on the carpet, the tips of her black socks touching the floor, her school uniform skirt spread out, revealing more skin reddened by the ropes. Her cat ears, askew from her earlier struggles, looked even cuter. "What now?" she turned her face away, her voice a mere whisper. "...What, what do I do?" I picked up the bell chain beside me and gently fastened it to her collar. "Crawl over." Her face instantly turned crimson. "You, you want me to crawl like a dog?!" "Like a cat," I corrected, shaking the chain. "Otherwise, what's the point of pet play?" "Who wants to play!" She stomped her foot in shame and anger, but her kneeling posture rendered her completely unthreatening. "This kind of humiliating thing... I, I won't do it!" "Then the photos..." "You!" She choked on her words, finally lowering her head in resignation. "...Just, just this once." She slowly lowered herself, her hands bound behind her back, her calves forced upward, the soles of her black socks exposed to the sky. She could only move forward using the strength of her waist and knees. The bell jingled with her movements. Her movements were clumsy and adorable, like a pet that had just learned to walk. "Faster, faster," I deliberately tugged the chain. "Don't rush me!" She glared at me, enraged, but lost her balance from the distraction. The spread-eagle position prevented her from protecting herself with her hands, and her face slammed directly into the leg of the nearby coffee table. She buried her face in the carpet and let out a muffled groan. "...It hurts." I quickly helped her up and saw that her nose was red, and tears had even welled up in her eyes. "Are you okay?" I rubbed her nose, feeling a pang of concern. "It's all your fault!" she accused, her voice choked with tears. But bound as she was, she couldn't wipe them away, and they rolled down her cheeks. "This humiliating position... how could I possibly crawl fast..." Seeing her tear-streaked face, I sighed and made a move to untie the ropes on her wrists. "Forget it, I'm not playing anymore." She froze for a moment, then immediately glared at me fiercely. "Who, who asked for your pity! I can continue!" "Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Of, of course!" She jutted her chin out. "It's just... a different way of playing." "What way?" Her eyes darted around, finally landing on my legs. "...Lying, lying on your lap... that's okay too."

"But your reaction just now was so cute," I said, smiling as I slowly slid the feather along the arch of her foot. "Mmm...!" Her body jolted, and a small whimper escaped her throat. "Don't, don't touch there..." The feather lightly brushed the sole of her foot, and her laughter erupted again, even more intensely than before. Her toes tensed, her arch curved into a beautiful arc, and her black stockings wrinkled slightly from her struggles. "Hahaha... Stop it! You're despicable!" Her voice was choked with tears, her legs flailing helplessly. "I, I'm really going to get angry..." "But the sole of your foot is clearly very sensitive," I said with a wicked grin, using the feather to write "tsundere" on her sole. "Ugh..." Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her eyes were wet, like a small animal that had been bullied relentlessly. "...Stop it..." Ignoring her protests, I took out my phone and aimed it at her humiliating, tickled state as she was suspended, and pressed the record button. "Wh-what are you filming!" Her pupils contracted sharply, her voice suddenly rising. "Delete it! Now! Immediately!" "Beg me," I said, shaking my phone and continuing to torment the sole of her foot with the feather. "Hahaha... You, you pervert!" Her laughter was mixed with shame and anger, her body struggling violently, but the ropes held her firmly, leaving her to tremble helplessly. "I, I'm definitely going to kill you... Hahaha..." "Before you kill me, admit that you're ticklish," I said with a wicked smile, moving the feather to the sole of her other foot. "I, I'm not... Hahaha..." Her struggles grew weaker and weaker, until she finally hung limply from the ropes, letting the tickling sensation from the feather wash over her body. "...I admit it... Can't I just admit it already!" "Admit what?" I stopped, raising an eyebrow. "I..." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's, her gaze darting around. "...am ticklish..." "I didn't hear you," I said, leaning closer deliberately. "I said I'm ticklish, you idiot!" she almost shouted, then seemed startled by her own directness and curled into herself. "...Are you satisfied now? Let me down..." I couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Good girl." "Don't touch me!" she snapped, trying to dodge away, but unable to break free due to her suspension, she could only glare at me indignantly. "...Delete the recording quickly!" "No," I said, shaking my phone. "This is a precious souvenir." "You...!" Her eyes shifted from anger to panic, and finally, a hint of pleading appeared. "...Please delete it, okay?" "Say 'Master' and I'll delete it," I said, unyielding. She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes fluttering as if engaged in an intense internal struggle. Finally, she closed her eyes and mumbled in a voice barely audible, "...Mas... Master..." "What? I didn't hear you," I said, deliberately cupping my ear. "Master!" she suddenly looked up, almost shouting, then seemed startled by her own directness and curled into herself. "...Are you satisfied now? Delete it quickly..." "I'm not deleting it," I said, smiling broadly, and placed the phone on the table directly opposite her, the camera pointed at her flushed cheeks. "You'll hang here today. I'm leaving now, I'll be back tonight." I deliberately propped the phone on the table, the camera facing Su Aoqing's humiliating state as she was suspended. Her eyes widened, her pupils contracting slightly in panic, and the bell on her collar jingled rapidly with her struggles. "Wait, wait!" Her voice, rarely, held a hint of pleading. "Where are you going? Let me down first!" I slowly picked up my jacket and dangled the car keys in front of her. "To buy dinner. Didn't you say you were hungry earlier?" "Who asked you to care!" she retorted instinctively, but as she saw me turn towards the entrance, her voice softened immediately. "...The ropes, the ropes are chafing my wrists..." I stopped and turned back to admire her rare display of weakness—her suspended arms had caused her school uniform sleeves to slide down, revealing her reddened wrists; her black-stockinged feet dangled, her knees trembling slightly from prolonged tension. She turned her face away from me, but her eyelashes trembled nervously, like a cat caught in the rain. "If it hurts, beg me," I said, mischievously poking the knot of the rope at her waist. "Dream on!" she immediately bristled, but the moment she heard the "click" of the lock, she hastily changed her tune. "...At least, at least turn off the vibrator!" Only then did I notice the pink vibrator on her inner thigh still buzzing. I pretended to be surprised and pressed the switch. "So the school beauty has been enduring it all this time?"