Restraint Experience

I had her wait a moment while I went to retrieve... a urethral dilator, a butt plug, a cock ring, and lubricant, telling her to insert them into herself. Except for the butt plug, both the urethral dilator and the cock ring had a small hole. Her face flushed crimson as she fumbled with the items beneath her, letting out soft moans as she pushed them in. Watching her, I chuckled, "You sound quite enticing. Now, drink these four bottles of mineral water." After she obediently consumed over two liters of water, I produced a black latex hood. The hood was slightly larger than her head, with a three-centimeter-long cylindrical protrusion at the mouth area. A bifurcated transparent tube extended from the center, its end opening directly in front of her nostrils; the nose area had only a short stub of tubing. "Come here, sister, let me put this on for you." As she approached, I carefully tucked her loose hair into the collar of her latex suit and motioned for her to open her mouth and take the protrusion into her mouth, gently inserting the tube into her nasal cavity. Then, I pulled the hood down completely to cover her entire face, zipping it up from behind. I meticulously sealed the latex at the hood's neck to the collar of her latex suit, and finally fastened a leather collar around her neck. From the side, I took out two sponge balls and a pair of leather cuffs, each connected to two latex pouches. "Xiao Ya, do as sister says: first, place your thumb against the base of your index finger." After she complied, I inserted the sponge balls into the opening formed by her thumb and pinky, telling her to clench her fist, pressing the sponge balls beneath her thumb. Then, I put on the leather cuffs, placing each hand into a latex pouch and tightening them. The chain connecting the cuffs was only about two centimeters long, almost negligible. I then retrieved another pair of leather cuffs, with a chain about ten centimeters long and no pouches, and fastened them above her elbows, forcing her arms to remain straight. Finally, I secured them with a lock.

"Xiaoya, use your magic." As soon as I spoke, a small magic circle appeared before her and then vanished – the latex suit instantly tightened, outlining her body's curves, and she couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. At the same time, several black iron rings popped out from the cabinet, firmly securing her ankles, knees, waist, and head. A collar connected to the cabinet, and a metal plate with a urethral plug and corresponding opening appeared at her crotch, locking together with the waist ring. Once the magic was activated, the collar detected the wearer's magic flow, triggering the engraved surface and instantly suppressing her spellcasting ability. Simultaneously, the previously loose latex suit, hood, and hand restraints automatically tightened, conforming closely to her skin, the zippers disappearing as the material fused with her body like a second skin. The hood and latex suit joined seamlessly at the neck, and the built-in electrode pads on the chest began to continuously stimulate her nipples. The lower part of the latex suit integrated with her urethra and vaginal opening, and the internal devices started to vibrate. The urethral plug extended inward to the bladder to control urination, while the vaginal plug regulated the flow of arousal fluid. Both plugs had transparent tubes attached to their ends, which passed through the metal plate and merged into one, connecting with another tube extending from the protrusion in her mouth. When the wearer felt an intense urge to urinate, a valve automatically opened, and the liquid flowed into her esophagus through the tube under magical guidance, completing a self-circulation process. Another tube was for external hydration, activated upon contact with a water source. Meanwhile, a new tube in her throat extended deep into her lungs, and the nasal tube also lengthened and connected to the vaginal plug's tubing, forming a complete internal circulation pathway. On the wearer's back, a chain emerged from a small hole at the anal position of the metal plate, connecting the handcuffs to the crotch ring, creating a synchronized linkage of the overall restraint.

Sister Chen retrieved the latex suit and matching anal gear. I found the suit a bit loose after trying it on. She instructed me to insert the internal components one by one as required. The gear was slightly larger than what I usually used, and I couldn't help but let out a soft groan, but I managed to place them all successfully. Next, Sister Chen took out a latex hood with a nose tube and a gag, and carefully put it on me. With no apparent discomfort, she then fastened a collar around my neck. She then explained the subsequent steps in detail: I was to grip a sponge ball, while she would lock my wrists with leather cuffs and attach another pair of cuffs above my elbows. My arms were now stretched and fixed, with extremely limited range of motion. Once prepared, Sister Chen helped me walk to a certain spot. Since the hood had no eyeholes, my vision was completely black. Upon reaching the designated location, she told me to press my body against the structure behind me—it seemed to have holes that could accommodate my arms. As my back fully made contact, my body involuntarily straightened and tensed. She then put high heels on my feet. By this point, I felt the urge to urinate, but the urethral plug prevented me from doing so. A moment later, Sister Chen signaled me to cast a spell. I casually released a spell without incantation, and the latex suit suddenly tightened, my body firmly secured by some device, rendering me completely immobile. The nose tube began to extend, causing a distending sensation in my nasal cavity; the protrusion in my mouth also lengthened, triggering waves of dry heaving, yet I couldn't vomit. I was already aware of the effects of these devices. Just then, Sister Chen whispered instructions beside me, and I followed her lead, adjusting my breathing. But soon I realized I couldn't exhale. Sister Chen then softly said that I would have to stay here from now on. A wave of panic immediately surged through me... A wet sensation touched my earlobe, and I shivered slightly, then felt my ear canal being completely sealed. A suggestive voice recording I had previously made began to play inside. Suddenly, the device in my lower body started to operate, and I couldn't breathe for a moment, my entire body tightening in discomfort. My breasts felt as if they were being repeatedly kneaded, the liquid accumulating in my bladder discharged uncontrollably, while a warm fluid began to pour into my esophagus, then turned cold. Just as the feeling of suffocation reached its peak, I suddenly exhaled all the accumulated air, only to fall into a state of oxygen deprivation. I tried to inhale but couldn't, and just as I was about to lose consciousness, my respiratory function returned. I was thus tormented, cycling between suffocation and gasping, for an unknown duration. Gradually, I figured out a pattern: I could inhale slowly during inhalation and release gradually during exhalation, which only slightly alleviated the pain—it also meant my breathing was completely under its control. In a daze, I heard Sister Chen's voice, saying only six hours had passed, but it felt much longer to me. She gave me a choice: one hum if I wanted to come out, two if I didn't. I intended to respond with one hum, but the devices in my lower body and chest suddenly intensified their operation, causing me to let out an extra muffled groan. My head was swimming, and I wanted to lean on something but couldn't. After an indeterminate amount of time, light appeared before my eyes. I closed my eyes, my lips attempting to close but failing. Looking at Sister Chen, I blurted out, "Master." After the equipment was removed, my entire body felt weak and sore in multiple places. Compelled by an unknown force, I proposed that I wanted to stay and become a bound female slave employee. When I came to my senses, I realized that although I had returned to normal, I still felt as if something invisible was tethering my movements.

"Ten o'clock sharp," the chiming clock announced, allowing Zhang Qian to gauge the approximate location of the cabinet by sound. She rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up, attempting to stand but collapsing back down due to a lack of balance. Her second attempt succeeded, and she began to hop towards the nightstand. Fortunately, she didn't fall, moving slowly along the wall and reaching out to feel for the hook. The continuous sensory stimulation caused her to moan, and as her legs touched the edge of the bed, she took a small hop backward to maintain her balance. Despite the itching on the soles of her feet making it difficult to straighten her legs completely, she still managed to stand on tiptoe, reaching for the hook. Suddenly, she heard the clinking of a ring against the hook and carefully began to loop the ring onto it. The device on Zhang Qian's body suddenly activated with intense force. Her legs gave out, and she let out a low groan, falling back onto the bed. A moment later, the stimulation subsided, and she stood up again, continuing to feel for the metal hook. Hearing a faint metallic sound, she strained on her tiptoes, successfully hooking the ring. As she slowly shuffled forward, she felt a tightening around her neck, and a wave of despair washed over her—as if she were willingly leaping into a fiery pit, with little hope of escape. About ten minutes later, the device roared to life again. Zhang Qian's already weak legs could no longer support her, and she collapsed to the floor, paralyzed by the intense stimulation. Her neck was being choked, and her survival instinct drove her to struggle to her feet. Remembering that her arm had almost broken free before, she adjusted her breathing, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force, finally freeing her arm from the single glove. Once she was steady, a urge to urinate struck, but her urethra was blocked, forcing her to endure it. She flexed her wrists and discovered tape connecting the two balls. Carefully, she unhooked the single glove from the hook and reattached the tape instead. This time, she strained on her tiptoes with all her might, barely managing to secure it. She slowly shuffled towards the edge of the bed, hearing the sound of tearing tape, knowing her method was working. The tape finally detached completely as she fell onto the bed. Zhang Qian considered herself lucky—the shifting tape had caused the key to land precisely beneath her abdomen. However, a new wave of intense stimulation left her momentarily unable to move. She endured the discomfort and rolled onto her side, feeling for the key behind her and sitting up. Remembering there were six keys in total, and the nightstand was to be opened last, she put the keys away and hopped towards the cabinet, retrieving the second key from beneath the clock. She then turned towards the west wall, her right shoulder brushing against it as she hopped. She turned left to feel her way. After several hops, her abdomen hit the edge of a table, but she couldn't determine if it was the north or east side. Feeling a stronger sensation on her left, she decided to hop right. Soon, her chest hit the wall, and she hopped left again, reaching out to feel, finally touching a metal ring. Just as she was inserting the key, the device activated violently again, and the key slipped from her hand. Simultaneously, the clock chimed, and she realized that a round of high-intensity operation occurred every fifteen minutes, and she had become accustomed to the normal setting. She bent down to feel the ground, retrieved the two keys, and stood with her back against the wall, feeling for the keyhole again. Trying both keys failed to open it, so she hopped to the right.

She fitted the leg and arm sleeves onto Suke, then fastened the chastity device to prevent external stimulation, and attached a dog tail to its base. Her head was covered with a latex dog hood, a tube hidden in her mouth connected to the prosthesis in Suke's mouth for feeding. Finally, she was given a collar with the label "Latex Canine: Suke," completing the ensemble. "Mr. Zhou, you can take her back now. There are a few things to note: the equipment cannot be removed for seven days starting tonight at midnight; feeding is at 8 AM and 8 PM daily, which she must consume through sucking. If she cannot complete it, you will need to assist her; the mouth tube will only be open for half an hour at 8 AM and 8 PM; excretion times are at 7:30 AM and 7:30 PM, lasting five minutes each, requiring her to squeeze it out herself. Please remind her and take her to the bathroom. The devices on her lower body will vibrate continuously until you leave home. Starting tonight at midnight, the nasal tube will contract to supply oxygen. Currently, she only has the sense of touch. After the release, there may be temporary behavioral abnormalities, so please pay attention. Also, she can hear external sounds today." Sister Chen finished her instructions, packed the accompanying items, and handed them to Zhou Rong. Zhou Rong acknowledged and drove back with Suke. (The following is from Suke's perspective) Dizziness washed over me in waves... Something seemed to be stuffed in my mouth, making me extremely uncomfortable. It was pitch black all around, my feet felt numb, and my abdomen ached. I tried to reach up and remove the restraint on my head, but found my arms couldn't extend fully – what on earth was happening? I gradually recalled that the canine transformation was complete. I didn't know what time it was, and I tried to make some sounds to get my husband's attention; he should be nearby. After a few soft hums, I heard his response from the left and turned my head in that direction. "Awake? Have something to eat first." Then I felt a gentle tug on my neck, realizing it was the leash, and I slowly moved forward with the pull until it stopped. "Sit." I obeyed and knelt, then felt my head being guided to a certain position. "You can eat by sucking." I guessed he had positioned my mouth towards a food bowl, and I began to suck. At first, I felt nothing, but soon, fluid flowed into my stomach. I couldn't taste it, nor could I smell anything. The flow of food soon stopped, so I lifted my head, feeling liquid on my chest, possibly from "food" that had leaked from the corners of my mouth. "Finished eating? Time to go to the bathroom. Excretion should have been before eating, but after midnight tonight, you won't be able to hear anything. I'm going out..." He led me towards the bathroom – or rather, "my" bathroom. On the way, I couldn't help but wonder what I would be like in seven days, feeling an inexplicable excitement and a slight warmth in my body. The presence of these devices seemed to remind me if he was near, and this feeling was strangely captivating.