Slave Name English Teacher

The afternoon was free, and Han Chan left school early. Her home was in a high-end apartment in the city center, with strict security measures, which was precisely why she chose to live there. Upon opening the door, she saw over a dozen pairs of high heels neatly arranged on the shoe rack. In the drawer beside it, various styles of stockings were sorted, from basic nude shades to those with lace patterns, covering every preference. She changed her shoes and walked directly to the bedroom, pushing open a hidden door at the back of the wardrobe. Behind the hidden door was a small storage room, devoid of any extra furniture except for a chair upholstered in pink velvet. Shelves in the corner were divided into two tiers. The upper tier held several neatly wound rolls of rope made from different materials – cotton, hemp, and nylon, each meticulously cared for. The lower tier housed three exquisite storage boxes, side by side, containing Han Chan's collection of various collars. Her fingers first brushed over the surface of the ropes, a familiar tremor rising from the depths of her heart. She then turned to the storage boxes, opening the first one. Inside lay a rose collar, its base wrapped in red velvet, adorned with layers of handcrafted, lifelike rose petals. The stamens offered a soft touch when brushed. This craving for restraint had surfaced when she was very young. The first time her wrists were accidentally entangled by curtain cords, the feeling of being unable to move brought her an unprecedented sense of security. She didn't immediately begin her binding. Instead, she went to the bathroom for a shower, letting the warm water wash away the day's fatigue. After drying herself, she changed into a pink camisole nightgown, slipped on a silk robe, and returned to the storage room to light an aromatherapy candle. She opened the storage boxes again. The second box contained a collar made from stockings – woven from her old nude silk stockings, its texture light and smooth. The third box held a pink leather collar, with a small silver bell hanging from the buckle, emitting a shy jingle when moved. Han Chan sat on the velvet chair and first took out the stocking collar from the storage box, fastening it around her neck. The silky touch against her skin, the perfectly calibrated sense of restriction, felt like a gentle embrace, allowing her tense nerves to relax a little. Her gaze fell upon the cotton ropes and specially made tightening loops on the shelf in the corner. She steadied herself and began her planned binding. The binding started with her legs. She brought her legs together, knees slightly bent for ease of manipulation. Picking up a roll of soft cotton rope, she began winding it from her ankles, spiraling upwards over the nude stockings. Her movements were practiced, each loop tightened. As she extended upwards to her calves, she tied a discreet half-knot on the outer side to secure it. The rope continued upwards, adjusted slightly as it passed her knees, knotted again two inches above the knee, and finally stopped mid-thigh. The end was temporarily tied to her waist, awaiting further connection. Next was her upper body. She took another length of cotton rope, starting from the tail left at her waist, and wound it around her torso. The rope hugged the curve of her waistline, tightened with each wrap, and the knot was tied behind her, precisely in the indentation of her spine. After securing her waist, the rope extended upwards, passing beneath her ribcage, crossing at her shoulder blades, and then extending outwards to her arms. She let her arms hang naturally, the rope passing under her armpits and winding down her forearms to her wrists. Having completed this, she reached for a piece of soft silk from the shelf and blindfolded herself. Instantly, the darkness heightened her other senses. The scent of aromatherapy became more distinct, the sound of traffic from outside grew more vivid, and the contrast between the silk of the collar on her neck and the roughness of the cotton ropes on her body became more pronounced. She didn't rush to the next step but quietly savored this state of amplified senses for a moment, her breathing gradually steadying. Then, she picked up the pre-prepared silicone gag. It was custom-made to her size, with tiny ventilation holes on the surface, ensuring she could breathe. Placing the gag in her mouth, her teeth bit down on the soft silicone. The feeling of being plugged, of being sealed, made her heart rate suddenly accelerate. She then reached for the pink vibrator from the lower shelf, which had multiple speed settings. She fumbled with the buttons, pressing the lowest setting. A faint vibration emanated, and she placed it against her crotch, nestled within her stockings, directly against her vagina. The pleasure derived from the vibration stimulating her vagina formed a shameful alliance with the restraint of the ropes and the embrace of the collar. Finally, she fumbled for the specially made tightening rope loop. This was a custom design. She clasped her hands behind her back, palms facing each other, and then slipped the tightening loop over her wrists. Her fingers felt for the buckle, adjusting it until the rope fit snugly around her wrists, and then locked the buckle shut. At this moment, her arms, which had been loosely secured, were pulled tight, her hands firmly bound behind her back. After completing everything, she tried to move her body, discovering that her hands were fixed behind her and couldn't reach forward, and her legs were bound, making it difficult to spread them. The darkness before her eyes, combined with the sensation of being gagged, created a familiar feeling of powerlessness. Her breathing quickened slightly, yet within the balance of her heightened senses, she found the pleasure that brought her peace.

At six in the morning the next day, just as dawn was breaking, Han Chan was woken by He Jianhui. She sat on a stool in the storage room, clad in a black slip dress, her eyes holding a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. He Jianhui had everything prepared; cotton ropes, a vibrating massager, and a remote control were neatly arranged on a shelf beside them. "Let's begin. We have plenty of time, so I'll tie you slowly," he said softly, picking up a cotton rope and walking behind Han Chan. Following the plan, they started with the Japanese chest bind. He Jianhui instructed Han Chan to sit upright with her back straight. He placed the midpoint of the cotton rope at the nape of her neck, then brought the ends forward over her shoulders. As the rope passed beneath her collarbones, he tightened it, allowing it to conform to the curve of her breasts. Han Chan could clearly feel the rope against her skin, a distinct sensation of restraint. The rope crisscrossed in front of her chest, forming neat diamond patterns, each rhombus perfectly sized to snugly bind her breasts. Once he had wrapped around the lower part of her chest, He Jianhui pulled the rope taut behind her back and tied a secure knot, leaving the ends short and hidden within her clothing. After the Japanese chest bind was complete, they moved on to the tortoise shell bind. He Jianhui took two ends of the rope from the previous knot and extended them downwards along her waist and abdomen. He asked Han Chan to inhale slightly, and as her waist contracted, he wrapped the rope around it, tying the knot at her back, perfectly aligning with the curve of her spine. The rope continued downwards, passing over her buttocks before separating to the sides and extending along the outer thighs, connecting to the leg ties. With this step, the basic framework was formed, with neat diamond shapes created by the rope around her waist and legs, complementing the Japanese chest bind and ensuring overall restraint. Once the rope binding was finished, the tightness around her chest and abdomen sent a thrill through her. The rope constricting her vulva, in particular, caused a wave of arousal with every breath as it rubbed against her. He Jianhui checked the knots, ensuring they were secure, before picking up the vibrating massager. He set it to the lowest vibration setting, confirming it was silent, and placed it against her mons pubis. He used a rope to secure it in place, preventing it from shifting during movement. "I've already set up the remote control. It works within a fifty-meter range, and I'll be waiting outside the classroom," he said, placing the remote in his pocket. He then helped Han Chan put on flesh-colored stockings and a beige knit cardigan, finally topping it off with her usual black suit jacket. After getting dressed, Han Chan walked to the full-length mirror. The woman reflected was dressed impeccably as a teacher, her hair neatly styled, her face lightly made up. Externally, she looked no different from her usual self, with no hint of the secret hidden beneath her clothes. She could feel the presence of the ropes beneath her attire and the subtle sensation of the vibrating massager, her nervousness intensifying, her palms growing cold and sweaty.

Meanwhile, the craving for restraint deep within her heart began to stir. In the privacy of her own space, being tightly bound by soft ropes had always eased her taut nerves, bringing a peculiar sense of security. But now, this desire manifesting in a situation of coercion made her hate herself even more. She berated herself repeatedly in her mind, calling herself shameless, cursing her for harboring such a twisted preference. Yet, that strange emotion, like a creeping vine, silently coiled around her thoughts, rendering her resistance increasingly futile. "Why the silence? Have you come to your senses?" Zhi Tianxu had already walked up to Han Chan, stopping and looking down at her, a rope in his hand. "Either you obey me and let me tie you up, and this matter ends here – I promise not to trouble you again. Or, I'll send out the backup photos right now, first to the school's teacher group, then to the parent group, letting everyone see what our excellent teacher is like in private." "You have backups?" Han Chan's voice was filled with shock and despair, her body swaying. She had seen Zhi Tianxu delete the photos from his phone with her own eyes, and then tear the printed copies into pieces and throw them into the trash. She had thought she had no more worries, only to discover he had a contingency plan. This blow shattered the last sliver of hope in her heart. Zhi Tianxu let out a sneer, his eyes filled with disdain. "Of course I have backups. Did you think I'd trust you so easily? Teacher Han, you're too naive." He reached out, his fingertips almost touching Han Chan's arm, his tone hardening. "Stop struggling, you have no choice. Cooperate now, and you'll suffer less." The moment his icy fingertips were about to touch her skin, Han Chan instinctively flinched her arm away, but with her back against the wall, she had nowhere to go. Han Chan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her internal struggle reaching its peak. On one side were her dignity and principles; on the other, her reputation, her family's honor, and her hard-earned job. She knew all too well that if the photos were leaked, her life would be utterly ruined, not only would she be unable to hold her head up, but she would also bring shame upon her family. Compromise, though it meant enduring the shame of being bound, could temporarily preserve these. Moreover, the craving for restraint deep within her heart made her resistance increasingly weak. A few seconds later, Han Chan slowly opened her eyes, the resistance in them gradually fading, replaced by despair and resignation. She shook her head gently, abandoning her struggle, her hands falling limply to her sides, no longer covering herself. Her voice was so soft it was barely audible, "I... I agree. But you have to keep your word. After you're done tying me, destroy all the backups, and never use this to trouble me again." Seeing Han Chan's capitulation, Zhi Tianxu's smile widened, the malice in his eyes undisguised. "That's more like it, Teacher Han. It would have been better if you'd agreed sooner, forcing me to resort to harsh methods." He withdrew his hand that was about to touch Han Chan, took half a step back, and gestured towards the desk. "Stand over there." Han Chan offered no resistance, nor did she speak. She silently turned around and walked step by step towards the desk. With each step, the floor beneath her seemed to radiate a chill, making her steps exceptionally heavy. Her head was bowed low, her gaze fixed only on her toes, daring not to meet Zhi Tianxu's eyes or look at anything around her. Shame enveloped her, making her body stiff. Reaching the desk, she stopped, standing perfectly straight, awaiting the impending restraint. Zhi Tianxu, holding a red hemp rope, walked behind Han Chan. He didn't act immediately, but instead wound the rope around his palm a few times, feeling its rough texture. "Put your hands behind your back, palms facing each other," he commanded. Han Chan hesitated for a moment, then complied, slowly bringing her hands behind her back and clasping them together with her palms facing each other. This movement caused her shoulders to tense involuntarily, and her body to lean forward slightly, revealing the delicate curve of her neck and back. Zhi Tianxu nodded with satisfaction, picked up one end of the rope, and wrapped it around Han Chan's right wrist. The rough texture of the rope rubbed against her delicate skin, creating a peculiar sensation. His movements were not particularly skilled, but each loop was wound tightly, and he pulled the rope firmly to ensure it wouldn't loosen. Han Chan's body felt as if it had been electrocuted, not from pain, but because that familiar sense of restraint began to spread, causing her heart to beat faster uncontrollably. Next, he brought the rope to her left wrist, wrapping and securing it in the same manner. Then, he crossed the ropes at both wrists and tied a firm knot in the middle. After tying the knot, he deliberately tugged on the rope to confirm it couldn't be easily broken. To further restrict her arm movement, he took another piece of rope, starting from Han Chan's elbow and winding it downwards, loop by loop, until it reached her wrist, connecting to the previous knot to form a complete restraint loop. This way, Han Chan's arms were not only fixed behind her back, but her elbows were also unable to bend freely, forcing her to maintain a stiff posture. Seeing Han Chan tremble slightly due to her stiff body, Zhi Tianxu let out a low reprimand, his tone impatient. Han Chan immediately stopped moving, her body tensing even further. She could clearly feel the pressure of the rope on her skin, her wrists and elbows feeling tight and constricted. The inability to move grew stronger, making her breathing increasingly rapid. The craving deep within her heart also began to sharpen under the stimulation of this restraint. With her hands bound, Zhi Tianxu walked around to face Han Chan, scrutinizing her from head to toe with satisfaction. He then gestured for her to bring her legs together. "Put your feet together, and bend your knees slightly." Han Chan still offered no resistance, adjusting her posture as instructed. Zhi Tianxu crouched down, picked up the rope, and began to wrap it around her ankles. Han Chan was wearing white pantyhose, and the smooth silk of the stockings rubbed against the rough hemp rope, creating a complex sensation that made her body begin to feel hot.

He first tightly bound her two ankles together, the rope coiling five times, and then tied a knot as secure as the one on her wrists on the outside of her ankles. After the knot was tied, he folded her legs together, bringing her heels close to her buttocks, and then used the rope to firmly secure the folded legs. The rope wound upwards from her ankles, stopping mid-calf, each loop pulled tight and pressed down to ensure her legs could not be separated or straightened. Once the binding was complete, Han Chan's legs were completely immobilized, forced to remain in a folded position. Next, Zhi Tianxu picked up a longer rope, tied one end to the knot on Han Chan's wrists, pulled it hard to confirm it was secure, and then brought the other end to the knot on her ankles. He first tied a slipknot and then slowly began to tighten the rope. As the rope tightened, Han Chan's body was forced to bend forward, her waist arching involuntarily into a strange curve. The tension of the rope increased, pulling her body further and further, her chest leaning slightly forward due to the bend, making her breathing more difficult. "Mmm..." Han Chan couldn't help but let out a short, muffled groan, her voice filled with obvious discomfort. This position stretched her lower back muscles taut, almost unable to bear the weight of her body. The ropes on her wrists and ankles also tightened further due to the body's stretch, creating a strong sense of pressure. But at the same time, this extreme sense of restraint also made the desires in her heart clearer, two completely different emotions mixing within her, causing her immense torment. Zhi Tianxu pulled the rope to the desired length, changed the slipknot to a secure knot, and pulled the rope hard again, confirming that the position would not loosen. At this point, Han Chan was completely bound in the "Four Horses Fleeing the Stable" position, her hands tightly bound behind her back, her legs folded and secured, her wrists and ankles firmly connected and pulled tight by the rope, her entire body forced to arch, relying solely on the rope's tension to maintain balance. "Very good, this position suits you well, Teacher Han." Zhi Tianxu looked at his "creation" with satisfaction, his tone filled with unconcealed excitement. He walked up to Han Chan, reached out, and patted her cheek, his action carrying a clear sense of humiliation. "Now, let's get you onto the table." Han Chan did not resist, nor did she have the strength to resist, allowing Zhi Tianxu to wrap his arms around her, slide them under her armpits, and lift her. The moment Zhi Tianxu's arms touched her skin, her body stiffened, a strong sense of disgust surging in her heart, but she could only be forced to endure it. Zhi Tianxu gently placed Han Chan on the office desk, letting her lie flat. The cool surface of the desk contrasted sharply with her body temperature, causing her to tremble slightly. Lying on the desk, her bound body was unable to move, forced to maintain her arched posture. Her limbs were pulled taut by the ropes, making it impossible to even adjust her lying position, leaving her entirely at Zhi Tianxu's mercy. Zhi Tianxu walked around the desk, carefully observing Han Chan's bound form, a sickening smile playing on his lips. His gaze roamed over Han Chan wantonly, each pause making her feel a wave of humiliation. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see Zhi Tianxu's face, yet she could clearly hear his footsteps and his deliberately lowered breathing, sounds that made her heart race faster and her sense of shame grow stronger. "To prevent you from making noise and letting others discover what's happening here, I need to prepare something for you." Zhi Tianxu's voice sounded again, with a hint of amusement. After speaking, he turned and walked to the desk drawer, pulled open the top one, and took out a huge gag. The gag was made of silicone, covered with tiny ventilation holes, appearing soft in texture, but its enormous size made it look particularly monstrous. Han Chan opened her eyes, and when she saw the gag in Zhi Tianxu's hand, her eyes widened sharply, and her body began to struggle violently. Although she had resigned herself to being bound, the idea of wearing a gag was beyond her tolerance. Having her mouth gagged, unable to make a sound, meant complete loss of the ability to resist or call for help, leaving her at Zhi Tianxu's complete disposal. "No... don't!" Her voice was filled with resistance, her body writhing on the desk, trying to break free from the restraints. "Stop struggling, it's useless." Zhi Tianxu walked to the desk, pressing one hand on Han Chan's shoulder to stop her struggle, while holding the gag in the other hand, approaching her face. "Put this on, it's better for both of us. If someone outside hears your voice and comes to investigate, what do you think the consequences will be? Not only you, but I'll be implicated too. Do you think I'll let something like that happen?" His tone was threatening, and the hand pressing on Han Chan's shoulder grew tighter, preventing her from struggling further. Han Chan's struggle stopped instantly. She knew Zhi Tianxu was right. Although the office door was closed, the hallway was just outside, and teachers or students could pass by at any moment. If her voice attracted attention, and if she were seen in this state, her reputation would be completely ruined, with no possibility of recovery. She could only watch as Zhi Tianxu approached her with the gag, her heart filled with despair, but she no longer dared to struggle. Zhi Tianxu pinched Han Chan's chin, his fingers pressing hard, forcing her mouth open. Han Chan clenched her teeth tightly, trying to resist, but she was no match for Zhi Tianxu's strength. Her chin hurt from the pressure, and she could only be forced to open her mouth. Zhi Tianxu seized the opportunity and shoved the huge gag into her mouth. The gag was very large, occupying almost her entire oral cavity, causing her cheeks to bulge slightly, making it impossible for her to close her mouth. Zhi Tianxu adjusted the position of the gag, ensuring it firmly blocked Han Chan's mouth, then wrapped the straps on either side of the gag around her head, crossing them at the back of her head, and tied a secure knot, firmly fixing the gag in place. After putting on the gag, Han Chan could only let out muffled whimpers, unable to speak complete sentences anymore. Although the ventilation holes on the gag ensured she could breathe normally and not suffocate, the foreign body sensation of her mouth being filled made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Her tongue was pressed to the bottom of her mouth by the gag, unable to move, and her lips were pushed open by the gag, revealing a small section of her teeth, making her appearance particularly disheveled. Zhi Tianxu looked at Han Chan with the gag on, satisfied. He reached out and gently stroked her hair, his tone flippant and malicious. "This way, you're much better behaved. Teacher Han, you see, as long as you're obedient, you won't suffer too much." His fingers slid lightly through her hair, his movements carrying a clear sense of violation. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to satisfy your hobbies. You should be thanking me." Han Chan closed her eyes, no longer looking at Zhi Tianxu, nor making any sound. She could clearly feel her bound body, the foreign body sensation from the gag, and the growing desire in her heart. These two emotions mixed together, causing her immense torment. Zhi Tianxu walked around the desk, then stopped at Han Chan's feet, a strange glint in his eyes. He squatted down, reached out, and gently stroked Han Chan's bound ankles. His fingers, through the stockings and the rope, could clearly feel the warmth of her skin. "Since you like vibrators so much, I'll satisfy you then." His voice was filled with excitement, and the malice in his tone was unconcealed. Han Chan's body trembled violently, and she instantly opened her eyes, her gaze filled with terror. She hadn't expected Zhi Tianxu to not let her off yet and to humiliate her with a vibrator. This had crossed her bottom line and completely shattered her last psychological defense. She began to struggle violently, her body writhing on the desk. The ropes on her wrists and ankles tightened further due to her struggles, and her lower back muscles ached unbearably from the twisting, but she no longer cared about that, only wanting to break free and escape. However, Zhi Tianxu's binding method was extremely secure. The tension of the ropes held her body firmly to the desk. Her struggles were not only ineffective but also intensified the physical pleasure due to her excessive movements. The skin on her wrists and ankles was rubbed raw by the rough ropes, and her lower back muscles were close to giving out. Muffled whimpers escaped from the gag, carrying a tone of despair.

She was aware of her controlled situation, unaware that during the explanation, she had already orgasmed once, her panties and stockings clinging wetly to her cunt. After a while, Xingyu finished his mistakes and handed the test paper to Hánchán: "Teacher, I'm done. Can you check if it's right for me?" Hánchán opened her eyes, took the test paper, and began to grade it carefully. During the grading, her attention could finally focus on the test paper, and the vibrations within her body remained within a tolerable range, shame gradually replaced by exhaustion. She checked each question, marked the errors, and then patiently explained, guiding Xingyu to correct them. Xingyu listened attentively to the teacher's explanation, correcting his mistakes one by one, the confusion on his face gradually dissipating. He could feel that the teacher's state was a little better than before, and the rhythm of her explanation had returned to normal, without the previous stiffness and pauses. His worries eased slightly, and he focused more on learning, wanting to grasp the knowledge points as quickly as possible and not let down the teacher's hard work. Halfway through the tutoring session, Hánchán's phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from Zhí Tiānxū: "It seems you're enjoying your time alone with your student." The message carried a clear warning, causing Hánchán's body to instantly tense up, and the shame in her heart surged again. She quickly replied with "No" and immediately put away her phone, not daring to let Xingyu see the message. Zhí Tiānxū's warning brought her to a complete awakening. Zhí Tiānxū had been monitoring her all along, and any slight carelessness would lead to severe consequences. She forced herself to suppress the emotions in her heart, refocusing on the tutoring. Her tone remained gentle, but with a hint of deliberate distance, no longer giving Xingyu any chance to get closer. "This question is corrected very well, the thinking is very clear," Hánchán said, looking at Xingyu's corrected work with satisfaction. "In the future, when you do problems, you must carefully read the questions, grasp the basic knowledge points, and avoid unnecessary errors. It's okay if your grades have slipped recently. As long as you adjust your state and concentrate on studying, you'll quickly return to your previous level." Xingyu nodded, a smile appearing on his face: "Thank you, teacher. I understand. I will study hard from now on and won't get distracted anymore." His tone was sincere, and his eyes held determination. After their recent interaction, the杂念 in his heart gradually dissipated, leaving only the resolve to learn. Hánchán looked at him and felt a slight relief, at least this tutoring session was not in vain, and Xingyu was finally willing to calm down and study. But the vibrator inside her body continued to vibrate, reminding her of her inescapable bondage. Hánchán forced herself to remain calm and continued to tutor Xingyu, explaining subsequent knowledge points, guiding him to organize his study思路, and formulating a study plan. Her voice was gentle yet firm, each word filled with encouragement, trying to distract herself with work and ignore the pleasure and shame within her body. During the tutoring session, Xingyu would occasionally look up at Hánchán. His eyes no longer held the previous desire and curiosity, only respect and gratitude. He could feel the teacher's dedication and realized that his previous behavior was inappropriate, feeling a sense of guilt. Time passed slowly, and the tutoring session neared its end. Hánchán tidied up the materials and test papers on the desk and said to Xingyu, "Today's tutoring ends here. You must organize these mistakes well and practice them repeatedly. If you have any questions, you can always come to me. At home, you should also arrange your study time reasonably and maintain a good learning state. If you have any difficulties, you can communicate with your parents, or tell me, and we will find a solution together." Xingyu stood up and said respectfully, "Thank you, teacher. You've worked hard. I will definitely remember your words and study hard." His tone was sincere, his eyes full of gratitude, and his gaze towards Hánchán had returned to that of a student's respect for a teacher, with no hint of anything unusual. Hánchán nodded, picked up her belongings, and stood up. "Then I'll be going now. You study well, and try to get good grades in the next test." Xingyu walked Hánchán to the door. Xingyu's parents also hurried forward to see her off and express their gratitude. Hánchán responded politely, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then turned to leave Xingyu's house. Stepping out into the hallway, the cool air hit her face, slightly alleviating the pleasure in her body. The vibrator was still working hard, leaving her weak all over. She walked to the roadside, took out her phone, and sent Zhí Tiānxū a message: "The tutoring is over. I'm going home now." After sending the message, she quickly received a reply from Zhí Tiānxū: "Well done. Come home tonight, and I have new rules to tell you." Seeing this message, Hánchán's body instantly stiffened. She put away her phone, walked to her car, opened the door, and sat inside. Leaning back against the seat, she finally let down all pretense, her calm face replaced by exhaustion and despair. The vibrator inside her body continued to vibrate. She closed her eyes, silently enduring it all, not knowing how long she could last. After a while, she adjusted her emotions, started the car, and slowly drove away. The scenery outside the car window flashed by, but it couldn't attract her attention at all. Her mind was filled with the scenes from the home visit just now: Xingyu's innocent gaze, the warmth of touch, the pleasure from the vibrations, Zhí Tiānxū's warning. Every scene clearly replayed in her mind, tormenting her. Upon returning home, Hánchán went straight to the bedroom, wanting to remove the restraints on her body and turn off the vibrator. But just as she was about to act, her phone rang. It was Zhí Tiānxū calling. "Don't be in a hurry to turn it off. Do as I say first," Zhí Tiānxū's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Tell me the process of today's home visit, word for word, without any omissions."