I was tightly bound by a trap to save you, and you came to temper me after you got out of it!

At her feet lay an open ancient metal box. Inside was not a treasure of gold or silver, but a set of metal restraints with complex structure and numerous parts. They were made of a dark alloy, their surfaces polished to a smooth finish, reflecting the ethereal light of the moss, carrying a cold and delicate beauty. These metals, soon to become part of her body, became a web she wove against kindness and compassion. 　　There was a gleam of excitement and anticipation in her eyes as she bound herself, starting at the very end. 　　She began by sitting down and picking up a pair of intricately designed toe restraints. Each metal ring corresponded to a toe, and the rings were connected to each other by tiny links of chain, ensuring that the toes were both held apart and immobilized, yet unable to make any significant movement. The cool metal touched the warm skin, provoking a tiny shiver. Patiently, one by one, she slipped them onto her slender toes, and a strange sense of satisfaction rose from her heart as she heard the unmistakable "click" of the locks. The subtle sensation of the toes being tightly wrapped and separated was the key to unlocking the entire ritual. 　　Then came the ankles. The pair of ankle shackles were lined with soft leather on the inside, but solid metal on the outside. She placed her feet into the grooves of the shackles and closed them with the same crisp locking sound. A short length of chain about ten centimeters long was attached between the shackles, allowing her to move in small steps but completely taking away the ability to walk and run normally. A heavy, solid feeling came from her ankles. 　　Then the calves and thighs. The same lined metal hoops were fastened together at the fullest part of the calf bellies and at the base of the thighs just above the knees. The hoops are also connected to each other by a chain, limiting the angle of leg spread. As the thigh hoops locked tight, the cool metal pressed against her most plump and supple skin, the intense touch causing her to stifle a soft hum and a blush on her face. The beauty of her slender legs took on an even more striking, fragile delicacy under the metal hoops instead. 　　Her eyes went to the particular, oddly shaped crotch restraint. It was one of the most humiliating and vaguely arousing parts of the entire outfit for her. It consisted of a narrow belt loop and straps that extended back and forth. She took a deep breath and snapped the belt loop in place above her crotch bone, then adjusted the front and back straps. The front strap sank tightly into the maiden's most intimate slit, while the back one was strung through the crack of her buttocks, pressing tightly against another shy entrance. The combination of metal and leather emphasized the presence of these parts relentlessly, bringing constant, blushing friction and pressure. She felt her breath catch a few moments, and the depths of her body seemed to heat up slightly from the excessive constriction. 　　Her hips were also being "taken care of". A piece similar to a metal girdle, but shaped to fit the shape of her buttocks more closely, with the bottom end tucked inward like a tray that slightly lifted and restrained the full flesh of her buttocks, making the curves of her buttocks even more firm, but also restricting any significant swaying. 　　It was the turn of the upper body. 　　She stood up, her movements a little hobbled by the restraints on her legs. She picked up the constricting strap around her waist and abdomen. It was a metal corset similar to a girdle, but more complex in construction. She painstakingly brought it together behind her, then tightened the side adjustment bolts one by one. The metal pieces gradually tightened as the bolts turned, wrapping tightly around her slim waist and flat belly. The pressure came from all sides, making her feel like her insides were being squeezed slightly and her breathing had to become deeper and slower. The waist looked slimmer and slimmer as the metal molded it to her breasts and hips. 　　Next came the breasts. This was the part she was particularly concerned about. A pair of carefully forged hemispherical metal cups, lined with the same soft padding on the inside, were shaped to perfectly fit the curves of her breasts. She lifted the softness of one side of her own and carefully incorporated it into the cold metal container, then the other. The edges of the cups fit snugly over the contours of her breasts, holding and lifting her full breasts firmly in place, making them appear even more proud. The top buds inevitably rubbed against the padded interior of the cups, sending a strange tingling sensation through them. She wrapped the strap above the cups around her neck, and the strap below connected to the waist and stomach restraints, completely securing this part of her "armament". 　　The collarbone area was not forgotten. A Y-shaped metal band, the lower end of which was attached between the bra cups, and the two branches of which extended upwards, snagged on the delicate hollows of her collarbones, reminding her once again of the restraints' presence. 　　Now, the neck. A collar about two fingers wide, soft on the inside and hard on the outside. She clasped it around her long, white neck, feeling the ring's unmistakable presence encircle the vitals. The front of the collar even had a small dull gemstone set into it, as if it were some sort of decoration, but in reality it was connected to the triggering mechanism of the entire trap. 　　After that came the head, the headband that she had partially wrapped around her head, revealing only her eyes, nose, and mouth but with an internal gag ball that prevented her from clearly calling for help but only making whimpering noises - the constricting sensation that overwhelmed her like a tidal wave as it locked closed around her head. 　　The restraints on her arms were equally delicate. She held her hands behind her back, the bands on her upper arms locking just below her biceps, softening the lines of her arms. The forearm bands were closer to her wrists. Finally, there were the wrist restraints, a pair of intricately designed handcuffs that locked her slender wrists securely in place. Instead of chains between the cuffs, her hands were secured directly behind her in a specific position, preventing her from touching most areas of her body with her hands. 　　Even her fingers had specialized "care". They were ten slim metal finger cuffs, wrapped from the root to the tip of the fingers, and the ten finger cuffs were connected by very thin wires at the tip of the fingers, so that the ten fingers could only be kept completely together, and could not be grasped in a powerless position. She patiently put them on, feeling her originally dexterous hands become like delicate crafts, but losing their most basic function. 　　She tried to move them. 　　All over her body, from the top of her head to her toes, every inch of her skin, every joint, was encased and confined by almost all of the cool, hard metal. The weight was evenly distributed, yet it announced its presence at all times. She looked like a carefully wrapped gift, a gorgeous and fragile metal sculpture. 　　She couldn't walk fast, could only move in small steps. Unable to run, unable to jump. Unable to protect herself with her arms, unable to undo any of the latches with her hands. Couldn't even cry out for help, only a muffled, tantalizing "whimper" escaped her throat. The constant pressure and friction from her private and sensitive parts was constantly stimulating her nerves, bringing a strange experience of shame mixed with intense pleasure.

　　The invisible touch first hovered over the soft skin where the base of her thighs met the crotch restraint straps, bringing a cool tickle. Then it began to burrow tentatively, like a probe, toward the top of the slit that was tightly covered, yet deeply sunk, by the metal and leather straps. 　　"Ah!" Liza threw her head back violently, her neck hitting the helmet with a soft thud. 　　This was too much over! Even through the humiliating restraint straps, the precise, probing touch directed at her core caused her body to react violently. An uncontrollable flow of heat surged out of her belly, and the sensitive spot that had been stimulated by the pulse seemed to revive instantly, sending a throb of emptiness through her. She could feel herself getting wet there, and this wetness seemed to increase the "interest" of the invisible touch. 　　The flow became more cohesive, more insistent. It was no longer just caressing, but like a slippery snake, trying to burrow into the almost non-existent gap between the straps and her skin, and directly touching her most delicate and vulnerable stamen. 　　"No ...... don't ......" she cried out inwardly, but all that came out was a more ebullient and tantalizing whimper. Her struggles became real, no longer entirely an act. The feeling of being completely seen through, of being played with remotely and wantonly, sent her into a whirlwind of shame and arousal that she had never experienced before. 　　The other party still didn't show up. Only the ubiquitous and unseen "wind" continued to carry out its conditioning. 　　As if this was not enough, a new change occurred. 　　The restraint rings on her toes vibrated again, but in a different pattern, intermittent, plucked-string-like pulses, each one stimulating the cracks and tips of her toes with precision. The collar around her neck released a faint static charge that sent a tingling sensation through the delicate skin of her neck. The wrist cuffs behind her back suddenly became cold and tingly, a stark contrast to the heat of the rest of her body. 　　These were obviously the work of the hidden ranger! The other party was not only able to manipulate the airflow, but also seemed to be able to influence and even "hijack" some of the functions of these magical restraints on her body to a certain extent! 　　She was in complete control. Not at a physical distance, but at a sensory and magical level. She was like a puppet being manipulated by invisible strings, every reaction, every tremor, was anticipated and guided by the other party. 　　"Uhhhh ...... haaaa ......" Her breathing went completely out of rhythm, heavy gasps forming a white fog inside her helmet as her vision began to blur. Her body was besieged by multiple and varied stimuli from both inside and outside at the same time, and waves of pleasure continued to pound against her shaky defenses of sanity. The invisible wind fingers were still wreaking havoc on the tips of her breasts and the hearts of her legs, precisely teasing her most sensitive nerve endings. 　　She tried to concentrate, to think of a response, of how this trap should proceed. But her body's reaction was too strong, and her mind was like a quagmire. She could only passively bear it, feeling herself sliding step by step into the abyss of lust under the remote manipulation of her opponent. 　　At that moment, the air flow that was probing her private place suddenly strengthened its strength and concentration, as if it had found a key node, and fiercely "drilled" into it! 　　"Eeeee-!!!" 　　A whimper so shrill that it distorted violently erupted. Liza's body tensed to the limit like an arrow shot from a strong bow, and all the restraints let out a tiny groan of being overwhelmed. White light exploded in front of her eyes, and a feeling of emptiness and fulfillment more violent and complete than any she had felt before swept over her at the same time, completely washing away what was left of her consciousness. 　　She shuddered violently, reaching a second, more violent, more uncontrollable peak. This time, it was the unseen "spectator" who made it happen. 　　In the aftermath of her orgasm, she hung like a puddle of mud on the wall, with only the restraints supporting her from collapsing. The sensitivity of her entire body was heightened to such a degree that any slight stimulation was enough to cause a spasm. The light of the magical pattern dimmed, and the omnipresent "wind" quietly disappeared. 　　In the depths of the passage, in the shadows, there finally came a very soft sigh, as if with a hint of satisfaction and inquiry. 　　Then, there was the sound of the sole of a boot gently rubbing the ground. 　　The other party, seems to have finally confirmed the "safety", ready to ...... approach? 　　Liza's disorganized eyes fiercely condensed the last trace of light. Extreme shame, the anger of being toyed with, as well as the instinctive excitement of the hunter, mixed into a dangerous compound in her heart. 　　When the "kind" rescuer finally appeared, thinking that she was facing a harmless, caged bird that could be slaughtered ...... only then would she truly realize how quickly and cruelly the transition from prey to hunter could be. 　　Liza adjusted her breathing with difficulty, putting back together the acting skills that had been washed away by the climax. She dropped her head, letting her helmet hide the glint, cold and pleasurable, in her eyes. 　　Footsteps, again. This time, clear, steady, making their way, step by step, to the center of the trap.

　　The hemispherical metal cups of her breasts whirled to fit over her ample but nicely shaped breasts, the cold metal edges fitting snugly over the contours of her chest, holding her breasts firmly in place, holding them up, and the soft padding on the inside brought an unfamiliar sensation of compression. The neck collar clicked into place, encircling her slender neck, the dull jewel now pointed at her throat, bringing an inexplicable sense of suffocation. 　　Most of all, it was the crotch restraint that made her so ashamed. It was like the most vicious viper, precisely wrapping around her waist and crotch, the straps at the front and back mercilessly sinking into her most intimate crevice, bringing a strong and humiliating sense of foreign objects and pressure, making her instantly redden her face. 　　Finally the headband, with its internal gag ball, slammed closed over her head as she gazed in horror, her field of vision instantly restricted, leaving only narrow eyeholes. She tried to cry out, but could only make a muffled "mmmm ......" sound. 　　All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Almost in the space of a single breath, the identities of hunter and prey were completely reversed. 　　The ranger who had been free and cautious and in control of the situation a moment ago had now turned into a prisoner whose entire body was tightly bound by complex metal restraints, unable to move, and unable to even call out for help clearly. She stood still, or rather, was forced to stand supported by the restraints as the shackles and loops around her legs prevented her from taking large steps, her arms were cuffed behind her back, her breasts were held high by the metal cups, her waist was strangled by the corset, and the feeling of a foreign object in her crotch was a constant reminder of the humiliating situation she found herself in at the moment. The sharp, dark green leather armor on her body, now covered by these exquisite and cold metal restraints, presented a very different, full of forbidden beauty. 　　Liza, on the other hand, felt a lightness in her body the moment that piece of metal storm was detached from her body. Her body, which was originally bound, pressurized, and stimulated to the point of sensitivity, suddenly gained freedom. The cold air directly touched her sweaty skin, provoking a shiver. She gently moved her freed wrists and ankles, feeling the long overdue stretching of her muscles, and an undisguised smile, a mixture of pleasure, teasing and cruelty, appeared on her face. 　　She took a step forward, poised with grace and a cat-and-mouse ease, and stood in front of the tightly bound Ranger, her eyes filled with shock, bewilderment, panic, and mortification. 　　"Oooo......!!!" The Ranger struggled violently, his body twisting and turning in an attempt to free himself from the desperate confinement. However, the metal restraints all over her body didn't move as if they were fused with her, but instead, because of her struggles, the straps on her crotch sunk deeper into her sensitive spots, and the metal cups on her breasts rubbed against the buds at the top, bringing a burst of unfamiliar stimulation that made her blush. The sound of metal clashing became sharp and loud because of her violent movements, echoing in the silent space, more like a mockery of her incompetence. 　　Liza spared a moment to admire the beauty before her. The rangeress did have a nice body, slim and powerful, which was now outlined in even more startling curves by the metal restraints. Especially the calves and ankles wrapped in dark brown leather boots, which were now covered with cold ankle shackles, added a sense of fragile delicacy. 　　"Beautiful boots." Liza spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of languor and huskiness from erotic fulfillment, a far cry from the whimpering she'd done before when she'd played the helpless victim. "Unfortunately, they're a bit in the way now." 　　She crouched down, her gaze falling on the Ranger's shackled ankles and the pair of leather boots. 　　The Ranger seemed to anticipate something and struggled even more, a more urgent and angry "uh-oh" sound coming from his throat. 　　Ignoring her protests, Lissa reached out and brushed her fingertips over the smooth leather surface of the boots, feeling the taut muscle tone underneath. Then she skillfully located the laces and buckles on the side of the boot and slowly, methodically, undid them one by one. 　　"Well ......!" The ranger's body stiffened as a feeling of shame, deeper than being restrained, surged through him. Boots were more than just equipment to a ranger, they were part of dignity and wilderness identity. 　　Liza's movements were gentle, yet carried an irresistible undertone. She first took off the ranger's left boot, revealing the white short socks inside that were slightly soaked with sweat. The short socks wrapped around the slender ankles and arches of the feet, outlining beautiful lines. Liza's fingers slid down the ankle to the bottom of the foot, scratching gently through the sock. 　　"!" The ranger shuddered violently, and his bound body subconsciously tried to curl up, but was unable to do so at all, and could only let out a suppressed whimper. Her feet seemed to be extraordinarily sensitive. 　　Liza laughed softly and removed her other boot as she had done. Now, the ranger's feet were reduced to a thin layer of white socks, stepping on the cold, rough stone floor. Without the protection and support of her boots, and with the restriction of her ankle shackles, she looked even more helpless and vulnerable. 　　Liza stood up and looked down at the ranger who had brought a hint of fear into her eyes. She reached out and gently lifted the Ranger's chin with her fingertips - a gesture that, despite the head restraints, was still full of flirtation and control. 　　"Now, let us formally meet, my dear 'rescuer'." Liza's smile grew sweeter and more dangerous, "Thank you ...... for taking my place so enthusiastically."

　"See, your body, it's much more honest than your mouth." Liza whispered, while with her empty hand, she once again pressed on the top of the metal cups of the Ranger's breasts, mimicking the frequency of the vibrations and rubbing them gently. 　　"Mmm!" The double stimulation caused Ranger to let out a short shriek. The paralyzing tingling in the soles of her feet and the humiliating pleasure of her breasts being violated began to converge and rush through her like two converging streams. She tried to resist the strange, enemy-imposed pleasure, but her body betrayed her will, drawing in every bit of stimulation honestly and greedily. 　　Liza accelerated the frequency of the vibrating head while rubbing and pressing her breasts with increased force. She leaned down and whispered in an airy voice in the Ranger's ear, "Admit it...you enjoy...being treated like this...just as you enjoyed remotely toying with me, before..." 　　"No...no..." the Ranger frantically denied it internally, but her body reacted in a way that left her speechless. The hot stream gushed out uncontrollably once again, soaking the inside of the crotch restraints. The afterglow of the orgasm didn't seem to have fully dissipated, and a new, more raging wave was already brewing. 　　The vibrating head began to move toward her ankles and calves, and the resulting tingling sensations worked their way up the nerves in her legs, echoing the sensations from her breasts and crotch, weaving an invisible web of lust inside her. Her consciousness gradually sank under the wrapping of this net, and the thoughts of resistance were like ice and snow under the sun, melting a little bit. Images of herself being teased by Liza and forced to reach orgasm earlier began to float uncontrollably in her mind, and those memories of extreme shame mixed with extreme pleasure seemed to have turned into a tantalizing poison at this moment. 　　"Oooh... mmmm ah..." her moans became more and more euphonious, more and more clear, and even took on a hint of... thirst that even she herself hadn't noticed. Her body actively and subtly catered to Liza's touch and that deadly vibration. 　　Liza knew that the fire was almost ready. She turned off the vibrating device and stopped rubbing her hands on her breasts. 　　The sudden sensory blankness made the Ranger a little uncomfortable and let out a whimper with a hint of loss. She looked at Liza disorientedly and with a hint of supplication, as if asking why she had stopped. 　　Liza read her eyes and her heart filled with the pleasure of a conqueror. She reached out and gently stroked the cheek area of the Ranger's helmet, wet with sweat, tears, and saliva, moving with an almost compassionate cruelty. 　　"Want more?" Liza's voice was full of seduction. 　　The Ranger nodded subconsciously and imperceptibly. Then, with a jolt of realization of what she had done, a great sense of shame overwhelmed her again, and she shook her head desperately, making confused "uh-oh" noises. 　　But it was too late. The slightest nod of her head was the last piece of the crumbling cornerstone, announcing the complete collapse of her mental defenses. 　　Lissa smiled, a victorious, knowing smile. Without using any more tools, she simply reached out her hands and began to run her fingertips gently and fully over the ranger's restrained body. From the collar-wrapped neck, to the metal outlined collarbones, to the full breasts held up, to the corseted, tightly cinched waist, to the jutting, hip-bracing restraints, to the still incredibly sensitive feet... 　　Her caresses did not carry any strong stimulation, but were full of possession and soothing. Like a master petting his tamed pet. And Rogue, under this gentle, all-encompassing touch, the last trace of tightness in her body gradually loosened. She closed her eyes and let out a kitten-like, contented purr in her throat. All of the previous struggles, anger, and shame seemed to melt away under this soothing touch, leaving only a weary, bewildered obedience. 　　Lisa knew that a seed called "Sinking" had been planted deep in the Ranger's heart. Physical pleasure and dependence were the most effective poisons for corrupting the will. 　　She stopped stroking, unlocked the back of the Ranger's headband, and removed the headband and gag ball. 　　Fresh air rushed into her lungs, and the Ranger coughed violently, her mouth somewhat numb from being obstructed for so long. She opened her eyes and looked at Liza with a complex mix of residual shame, confusion, fear, and a hint of... unspeakable dependence. 　　Liza gently wiped the tears and saliva from her face with her fingers, her voice gentle but with undeniable control, "Tell me your name." 　　The ranger opened her mouth, her voice hoarse and weak, "...Alice."

　　"Still holding out? What admirable willpower." Liza's tone carried a hint of appreciation, but it was more playful, "But I'll see how long you can hold out." 　　She suddenly adjusted the vibration frequency of the device! From the previous low-frequency penetration, it abruptly shifted to a high-frequency, finely pulsed vibration! 　　"Eeeee-!!!" 　　Alice let out a mournful cry that was shrill to the extreme, and her body bounced violently upwards as if she had been torn apart! That high-frequency pulse was like countless tiny pinpoints, accurately piercing into her most fragile and vulnerable nerve endings, resonating devastatingly with the mountainous release impulse inside her bladder! 　　The dam, at last, cracked. 　　A warm, uncontrolled stream of thin water slammed through the muscular blockade and shot out of the urethra, crashing hard against the inside of the cold, tightly strung restraints at her crotch! 　　"No...... no!!!" Alice let out a desperate cry in her mind, tears pouring out. Desperately and with her last ounce of strength, she contracted her muscles in an attempt to plug the dueling flood. 　　However, it was already too late. That loss of control was like opening Pandora's Box. The high-frequency vibrations and the pressure inside her bladder created a chain reaction. Despite her desperate attempts to hold back, the urge to release had been like a runaway wild horse that could no longer be fully contained. 　　Hot stream after hot stream flowed out of her uncontrollably and intermittently, hitting the straps with a subtle but clearly audible "zing" sound. She couldn't fully release it, because the very existence of the straps was a hindrance; but she couldn't hold it back, because the limits of her body had already been pushed. She fell into an extremely humiliating state - leakage of urine. 　　The warm liquid quickly soaked the leather lining on the inside of the restraint straps, and then, through the slit, stained her most intimate skin, even as it slowly began to trickle down the inside of her thighs. A faint, fishy scent of her body heat and odor filled the air. The crotch of the leather armor pants also gradually blotted a small darker patch. 　　Iris stopped struggling and went limp in the support of the restraints as if all her bones had been removed. Her mind went blank, and all sound, light, and sensation seemed to leave her. All that was left was the constant, tiny streams of heat pouring out of her touch, and the unmistakable scent of her own incontinence that permeated the tip of her nose, seared deep into her senses and soul. 　　It's over ...... It's all over ...... 　　The last of her dignity, at this moment, along with this uncontrollable warm liquid, completely flowed away. 　　Liza turned off the vibrating device, stood up, and looked condescendingly at Alice whose eyes were completely empty, like a doll that had been played with. Looking at the dark wet mark on her crotch and smelling the shameful scent in the air, Liza's face broke into an immensely satisfied, almost maniacal smile. 　　She reached out, her fingertips gently skimming over Iris's tear-drenched, lifeless cheeks. 　　"See, didn't that do it?" Liza's voice was eerily gentle, "There's no shame in admitting physical weakness. See how ...... 'relaxed' you are now." 　　Iris didn't respond, just stared vacantly ahead as if her soul had already escaped the humiliated shell. 　　Liza knew that this blow was far more profound than any physical pain or forced orgasm. She had succeeded in destroying one of her partner's most central feelings of shame. The feeling of powerlessness and self-loathing that came with this breakdown, rooted in basic physical control, was the most effective catalyst in the taming process. 　　She was in no hurry to take the next step. It just stood there quietly, admiring Alice's complete collapse and enjoying the pleasure that came from this absolute control. 　　The ghostly light of the dungeon was still cold, reflecting on the female body bound by metal and tainted by the liquid of her own incontinence. In the silence, there was only the occasional, subtle sound of water overflowing uncontrollably from Iris' body, and her faintly inaudible, broken breath that seemed to come from the depths of her soul. 　　Long minutes passed. The pressure within Alice's bladder seemed to have been relieved somewhat by the partial release, but the constant, subtle leakage did not stop completely, a constant reminder of the humiliation that had just occurred, and was occurring. 　　Lisa finally moved again. She pulled out a clean, soft cloth, knelt down, and began to carefully wipe the liquid running down the inside of Alice's thighs, with movements that could even be described as gentle. 　　"What a mess, Iris." She said in that unnervingly gentle tone as she wiped, "But it's okay, I'll clean it up for you. After all ......" 　　She said in a single word as she lifted her head and looked into Alice's out-of-focus eyes: 　　"...... From now on, your body, your reactions, everything about you, is mine to take over. Including when you can 'release' and when you must 'endure'."

Liza caught the reaction keenly. She laughed lowly, her voice tinged with cavernous pleasure. 　　"See, it's simple, isn't it?" Lissa's fingers fell again, this time on the other arm, tickling it a few times with the same precision, "You need something, I know. I can give you pain ......" 　　Her fingers suddenly pinched hard, pinching a red, swollen bag on Iris's arm. 　　"Uhh!" Iris flinched in pain. 　　"...... I can give you relief too." Liza's voice became soft again, and her fingertips brushed over the sore spot once more, bringing a faint hint of soothing. 　　Iris froze there, her mind in turmoil. Pain and comfort, punishment and reward, in this woman's hands were like switches that could be toggled at will. She was like a toy under the control of that switch, unable to feel even the most basic physical sensations. 　　Liza began to slowly and methodically undo the restraints on her body. Not all at once, but selectively, starting with some minor parts first. The ankle shackles were opened, and her legs were finally able to spread slightly apart, even though the thigh and hip braces were still in place; the wrist cuffs were undone, and her arms, which had been cuffed behind her back for nearly a night, could be lowered, with a sharp tingling sensation that made her almost think that they didn't belong to her any more; the girdle on her lower back and stomach was loosened by a fraction of a degree, and the sudden rush of air into her lungs caused her to have a vertigo-induced coughing fit... ... 　　Each restraint released brought a wave of ineffable relief, but with it came a clearer realization that other parts of her were still imprisoned, and ...... uncontrollable speculation and ...... dependence on Liza's next move. 　　Yes, dependence. 　　When her bare feet were numb and tingling from the long hours of standing and the cold, it was Liza who held her ankles in the palms of her hands with a hint of warm ointment, gently massaging them to ease the burrowing discomfort. 　　When she couldn't move because of the soreness of her arms, it was Liza who held her shaky body. 　　When her throat was as dry and thirsty as fire, it was Liza who passed fresh water to her lips. 　　All of these basic needs to maintain survival, in her eyes at this moment, have become something to be "given" by the woman in front of her. The thought of resistance did not flash, but the extreme physical exhaustion and pain, as well as last night's feeling of complete helplessness, like a heavy chain, dragging the weak spark, sinking into the cold abyss. 　　Finally, when that headband and the black cloth blindfolding her eyes were also removed, the sudden influx of light made her squint uncomfortably. In her blurred vision, Liza's face took on an almost divine, controlling glow. 　　Liza looked at her, into amber eyes that had once been sharp as a falcon, but were now nothing but confusion, exhaustion and a hint of residual fear, and spoke slowly, her voice low, but with undeniable power: 　　"Alice, you were once a free ranger, traveling through forests and dungeons on your own." 　　"But now, do you see? Your body, unable to break free from my control. Your pain, given by me; your comfort, bestowed by me. Even your humblest itch, you need my fingers to relieve it." 　　"Your will, in the face of absolute reality, is unbeatable." 　　Alice stared at her in stunned silence, her lips trembling as she tried to retort, but couldn't make any sound. Each of Liza's words struck like a hammer on the defense of her heart, which had long been full of holes. She recalled last night's ordeal, the irresistible itch, and the great dependence she had developed on that one insignificant scratch ...... she couldn't deny. 　　Liza reached out and gently lifted Alice's chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. 　　"Give up that pointless fantasy of freedom, Iris. That will only bring you more pain." 　　"Submit to me. Recognize me as your master, the sole ruler of your body and senses."

　Liza, the Trapster herself, still looked like she was enough to make any sexually oriented person's heart go out of order. She wore only a set of black lace lingerie made of extremely frugal materials, the thin fabric of which was as thin as it was empty, emphasizing her shocking body even more. Her full breasts were crying out under the support of the lace corset, and her waist that was too thin to hold and her plump buttocks that suddenly rose formed a perfect hourglass curve. Her skin was as white as jade, glowing with a healthy luster under the glow of fluorescent stone, her long legs were folded, her bare feet were slender, and every casual movement flowed with a languid and deadly allure. Her face wore a satisfied, feline-like smile as if after a full meal, and she was slowly and methodically fiddling with the various restraint props scattered on the carpet. 　　And beside her was Alice. 　　The former Ranger had now shed her trademark dark green leather armor and replaced it with a set of lace undergarments of the same style as Liza's, but in a deep purple color. This attire on her brought a very different aesthetic from Liza's. She had the same excellent figure, but with a greater sense of athleticism and strength. The muscle lines formed by long-term exercise were smooth and clear, and her wheat-colored skin exuded wild vitality. Her breasts were not as voluptuous as Lisa's, but they were firm and beautifully shaped, her waist was tight, her abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and her legs were long and full of elasticity. However, this body that should be full of strength and freedom was at the moment permeated with a tame softness. 　　Her eyes no longer have the sharpness of a falcon, replaced by a complex meekness, a trace of the brand of submission that is difficult to be completely erased remains in the depths of her eyes, as well as ...... the subconscious attention to every move of Liza beside her. The slave contract that she was forced to sign after extreme pain, sensory deprivation and destruction of her will was like an invisible shackle, far more profoundly imprisoning her soul than any physical constraints. She was now "Liza's Alice", a realization that had to be engraved in her bones. 　　"Come, my little Iris," Liza said, picking up a pair of delicate silver ankle shackles lined with soft black leather, "today, we're going to do something different." 　　Sitting meekly on her knees on the carpet, Iris looked up at the words, an imperceptible flicker of doubt in her eyes, but more of a submissiveness that awaited instruction. Of her own accord, she held out her own feet, her ankles slim and her skin a healthy wheat color, a stark contrast to the cold silver shackles. 　　Instead of immediately snapping the shackles onto her feet, Liza placed them and a small set of keys in Alice's hands. 　　"Today, it's up to you to ...... restrain me." The corner of Liza's lips curved into a playful arc, her eyes flashing with excitement and tentativeness. 　　Alice froze, her hands shaking slightly as she held the cold shackles and keys. She looked at Liza incredulously, thinking she had heard wrong. By her ...... to restrain the master? 　　"What? Don't dare? Or ...... unwilling?" Liza leaned her body forward slightly, her fingertips gently trailing across Alice's cheek, bringing a slightly cool touch. 　　Ellis snapped back to her senses and hurriedly lowered her head, "No ...... master, I ...... I just ......" 　　"That's an order, Ellis." Liza's voice held a peremptory note, yet implied a hint of encouragement, "I want to experience what it's like to be 'carefully' wrapped in you. And ......" she paused, her smile deepening, "it's also a form of training, to give you a deeper understanding of ...... the wonders of these little ones." 　　Alice's heart was pounding. Restraining a master? The very thought was as blasphemous as it was terrifying to her. But the constraints of the contract and the instincts of obedience that had developed over time made it impossible for her to resist. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her churning emotions as she whispered, "Yes, Master." 　　She picked up the pair of ankle shackles, the cool metal touch making her fingertips shrink slightly. She moved on her knees in front of Liza, who cooperated by holding out her own pale, slender, work-of-art jade feet. 　　Looking at her owner's feet up close, Elise's heart beat faster. She carefully lifted Liza's left ankle, the delicate smoothness of the skin making her fingertips tingle. She aligned the rings of the shackles and gently closed them. 　　"Click." The sound of a crisp lock closing was extraordinarily clear in the silence of the grotto. 　　Alice's hands shook as if the sound locked not Lissa's ankles, but her heart. She looked up at Liza, but Liza had her eyes closed and a look of enjoyment on her face, as if she was savoring some delicacy. 　　"Go on, Alice." Lissa ordered lazily. 　　Iris complied, locking the other ankle shackle on Liza. Then the calf hoops, the thigh hoops ...... She moved with raw but unusually careful movements, subconsciously adjusting her position each time the metal hoops came together, making sure that the leather lining didn't overly press against Liza's skin, as if she were treating a fragile treasure. 　　When it came to the turn of the oddly shaped crotch restraint, Iris's cheeks flushed uncontrollably. Her hands shook so much that she could barely hold the cold metal and leather item. 　　"Do you need me to teach you? My little slave girl?" Liza opened her eyes and teasingly looked at her embarrassed form. 　　"No ...... no need, Master." Gritting her teeth and remembering how she felt when she was bound, Iris clumsily but firmly buckled her belt loops above Lissa's crotch bone, then adjusted the straps front and back. As the straps sank deep into Liza's most intimate crevice, Iris could feel her cheeks burning as if they were on fire, and her breath hitched a few times. She didn't even dare to look at Liza's expression. 　　Instead, Liza let out an extremely soft, satisfied sigh of relief. "That's good ...... that's what it feels like. Continue."