Shaman's Journey into Bondage

Shaman opened the two drawers of the bedside table. The top drawer was filled with boxes of small panties, and then Shaman opened the next drawer, revealing a drawer full of stockings, varying in thickness. Upon closer inspection, this drawer was filled with stockings of all kinds: thigh-highs, ankle socks, and pantyhose, in every color imaginable. Thousands of stockings were tangled together, yet they were all clean and carried a faint, pleasant scent. Shaman picked out a few pairs of flesh-colored thigh-high stockings and set them aside. She then took a few stockings, tied them together, and carefully looped them around her neck, letting both ends hang down her chest. She tied flat, snug knots of stockings in the center of her collarbone, above and below her breasts, and above and below her navel. Shaman took out two more stockings. One she used to cinch her waist, and the other she tied into two large knots. She then adjusted the position of the knots so they pressed against her sensitive areas, securing the ends by tying them. The two strands of stocking then wrapped around from the front to the back, tightening upwards, passing through the stockings around her neck, and returning to the front. They then wrapped around her sides and passed through the vertical stockings in front, looping back to the rear to be tightened, forming a beautiful diamond shape on her chest. This completed a rather unappealing G-string. Of course, with Shaman's skill, all the essential elements of a G-string were present: the ends were tied in the front, and the knots, though not perfectly placed, pressed against Shaman's sensitive areas. The main point was that the G-string was connected to stockings that Shaman had prepared to bind her wrists, which would severely limit her range of motion. Any significant movement would stimulate her lower body, greatly increasing the difficulty of escape and intensifying her experience. Shaman grabbed the second pair of stockings, her hands moving nimbly, the stockings slithering around her body like snakes. The stockings on the front of her body gradually formed a flesh-colored net, with the mesh tightly gripping her breasts from the root, making them appear even fuller and firmer under the restraint of the flesh-colored stockings. The stockings in the back converged at her waist and between her shoulder blades into two large, exquisite knots. Each strap lay flat against her skin, without a single fold. The stockings were indeed very resilient, maintaining a certain width even as Shaman tightened them with all her might, like beautiful patterns drawn on her skin. The third pair of stockings was also led out from the knot in the back, passed under her armpits to the front, looped around the stockings binding her upper arms, and then passed under her armpits again to return to the back. Since her arms were already tightly bound to her body by the previous Kote-gaeshi, this back-and-forth weaving of the stockings took considerable time. However, Shaman seemed to enjoy this troublesome process. She slowly pulled the stocking in her hand, watching with delight as the horizontal band tightened bit by bit, sinking into the gap between her arm and body. The previously flat, skin-hugging diamond mesh also indented slightly on the surface of her skin. As the stocking mesh tightened, Shaman's firmly held, full breasts immediately appeared even firmer. Even Lily, watching from the side, felt a tickle in her heart. Marven Ge, watching on the screen, couldn't wait to rush up and grab those alluring treasures! After reinforcing her upper body in this manner, each strap exuded a taut tension. However, Shaman controlled the tightening force perfectly, so her body surface was not excessively constricted and uneven, maintaining its round, beautiful curves, as if she were wearing a garment woven from stockings. The treatment of her lower body was much simpler. The stockings used were still flesh-colored, but not as long as before. Each stocking was wrapped horizontally a few times and then tightened vertically, tied in a place not easily visible between her legs. This simple yet practical binding method, in Shaman's hands, produced a unique aesthetic. The horizontal binding of the stockings had a certain width, and after being tightened and narrowed in the middle, the overall shape resembled a bow. Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, had ten such brown bows neatly arranged from the top of her thighs to her soles, impeccable in both line and color. To make it even tighter, Shaman took two more stockings and meticulously bound her feet, leaving only her ten toes with slight wiggle room. Her lower body was now completely restrained. After completing these, Shaman, with her hands behind her back, used the remaining stocking to bind her small hands tightly and insert them into the pre-reserved gap of the thigh stocking knot, binding her hands to the roots of her thighs. Now Shaman was completely immobilized. Shaman lay on her back on the bed, her forearms crossed and pressed beneath her, tightly bound by stockings. The stockings also wrapped around Shaman's chest, abdomen, and the X-shaped crossed stockings leading down from her shoulders, firmly securing her arms to her sides. Simultaneously, two net-like openings held Shaman's magnificent breasts firmly in place, and her high, full breasts were pushed into a plump, firm shape by the deliberate movements. Shaman's legs were also bound together tightly by the stockings leading from her waist, and even her feet were bound twice. The middle of each stocking was tied vertically, forming an inescapable figure-eight loop. "Mmmph." Shaman shifted her bound body. Although the restraint was simple, made of stockings, the feeling of tightness was intoxicating. "How is it? Satisfied with what you see?" Shaman smiled. "Not bad. It would be even better if our beautiful lady’s mouth were gagged." "Don't push your luck. I need to sleep soon." "Alright, alright. Then I won't disturb our beautiful lady's rest. See you later." "Mhm, goodbye." After speaking, Lily hung up the phone. All of this was orchestrated by Shaman with Lily's cooperation, with the aim of making Marven Ge lower his guard and act quickly. Of course, Shaman also wanted to relax a bit herself. Shaman swayed her body, intending to move to the pillow to lie down. Unexpectedly, she lost her balance and fell face-down in the center of the bed. Due to Shaman's fall, her legs bent upwards unintentionally, directly pulling on the stocking strands and lifting her ultra-short hip-hugging skirt, exposing her black panties. The two large stocking knots rubbed together, and Shaman immediately felt a surge of stimulation. She moaned, "Ah...", her face flushing. Shaman slowly turned over and shuffled back to the pillow, her face already flushed red.

Marven Ge’s gaze drifted back to Shaman’s slender, black-stockinged legs. Encased in the tight embrace of the hosiery, her legs were beautifully sculpted, long and graceful, exuding a potent sexiness. Shaman’s legs were captivating. The thick, velvety black stockings not only accentuated their elegant lines but also possessed a subtle sheen, their surface smooth and flawless. The sight sent a subtle, primal reaction through Marven Ge. Shaman’s legs were already shapely, but the black jacquard stockings with silver threads and garter straps made them even more alluring. From her toes to her waist, the sheer stockings were adorned with large rose patterns. Silver threads woven into the material shimmered under the light, radiating sexiness and temptation. Marven Ge’s mouth watered. Unable to resist the allure, Marven Ge reached out and caressed Shaman’s legs. The stockings felt exquisite, smooth and slick to the touch, igniting his desire. His large hands moved up and down her stocking-clad calves, which felt remarkably firm. The combination of the elastic flesh and the slippery black silk was beyond description. He continued his ascent, his hand reaching her firm buttocks. The sight of the small thong peeking out from between her cheeks instantly set him ablaze. A black silk thong barely contained Shaman’s most intimate parts. A narrow, tantalizing crevice was subtly revealed, drawing Marven Ge’s lustful gaze. Sometimes, the mystery of what lies hidden held a stronger allure than outright nudity. Marven Ge didn’t just fantasize. He grabbed the edges of the thong with both hands and ripped it away. The delicate fabric tore into shreds, rendering any need for a slow removal obsolete. Shaman’s snow-white, rounded buttocks were instantly exposed. Now, Shaman was clad only in a pair of black garter stockings. Her perky [X], plump and luscious ass, and her long, toned legs were adorned with these black stockings. The black lace tops of the stockings left a faint impression on her firm thighs, a seductive black border seamlessly meeting her fair skin, creating a breathtaking tableau. Bathed in the light, her skin glowed with a jade-like luminescence, captivating Marven Ge’s eyes. Marven Ge couldn’t help but touch Shaman’s alabaster buttocks. They were so smooth, firm to the touch. He swallowed involuntarily. “I’ve truly struck gold. A virgin, no less. What am I to do? I’m becoming even more reluctant to let you go,” Marven Ge’s hands roamed over Shaman’s body, his touch possessive, like a miser guarding his treasure. One hand cupped Shaman’s breast while the other explored the space between her buttocks and thighs. Shaman’s natural fragrance, mingled with the scent of sweat, wafted towards him, leaving Marven Ge utterly entranced, his legs feeling weak. “Now is not the time for daydreaming. We’ve already wasted too much time,” Marven Ge reluctantly withdrew his hands. He scooped Shaman into his arms and walked towards the wardrobe in the living room, his hands still unabashedly caressing her body along the way. Reaching the wardrobe, Marven Ge pressed a button. The wardrobe swung inward, revealing a hidden door. Stepping through the secret entrance, he entered a special room. This room, if it could be called a room, was more akin to a torture chamber. A large wooden rack stood in the center, along with a bench. The surrounding walls were adorned with ropes and chains. Along the walls were several large tables laden with gags, handcuffs, leather restraints, masks, and an assortment of other BDSM paraphernalia. The walls were hung with various training implements: an array of ropes, gags, [X], double-headed dildos, fake [X], electric [X], nipple clamps, whips, handcuffs, a restraint table, enemas, breast pumps, lubricants of all sizes – a veritable warehouse of adult toys. In the center of the room, on the floor, stood a tripod made of steel pipes, over a meter tall. Against one wall was a wooden cage, approximately one meter square, lined with a thick cotton mattress. The cage had several hand-cuff-like attachments on its sides. Against another wall, a very thick cotton mattress lay on the floor, topped with a bright pink sleeping bag made of fabric. The sleeping bag was covered in straps of the same material, sewn on tightly. A camera, mounted on a tripod, was positioned in a corner of the room. Marven Ge pulled back a curtain, revealing a large bed in the center of the room, covered with several quilts. He placed Shaman on the bed and then began searching the room. He opened the two drawers of the bedside table. One drawer was filled with ropes – red and black silk cords, yellow hemp ropes, all neatly bundled and arranged. The other drawer contained a pile of adult toys: gags, eye masks, [X][X]… Opening the last drawer, he found it filled with various pleasure restraints. There were the anti-gagging hollow gags Shaman had used before, as well as horse-bit gags, large mask-style gags, and several dildos shaped in ways that would make anyone blush. Their realistic feel would be like giving oral sex when worn. Everything commonly used in BDSM games was present in this room. Marven Ge searched the room thoroughly. He emptied the contents of the bedside table drawers onto the bed, including the ropes and adult toys from the wardrobe drawers.

He reached out and toyed with Shaman's [X]. Exhausted from the exertion, Marvin Ge decided to take Shaman to the bathroom for a shower, naturally with waterproof handcuffs and shackles on, signifying her slave status. The primary reason, of course, was Marvin Ge's fear of Shaman escaping. While Shaman was still drowsy, Marvin Ge picked up a towel, poured a small amount of ether onto it, and held it over Shaman's face. "Mmm?" So stuffy, what is this? Shaman woke up from her sleep, only seeing a blurry figure before her. However, before she could get a clear look, the smell of ether from the towel on her face sent her spiraling back into a daze. Seeing that the already drowsy Shaman had fallen into a deeper unconsciousness, Marvin Ge then unbound her, twisted her hands behind her back, and secured them with leather cuffs. Her long legs were also fitted with leather shackles. Next, Marvin Ge fondled Shaman's body again, took out a small bottle, gently unscrewed the stopper, and then waved it a few times under Shaman's nostrils. He patted Shaman's perky buttocks, "Time to get up, little pig. Worked all night and still have to serve you, I don't even know who's the master anymore." In her stupor, Shaman felt a pungent odor rush into her nostrils. Her body shivered, and she woke up. Just as she was about to raise her hand to rub her nose, which felt uncomfortable from inhaling the irritant gas, she realized her hands couldn't move. Not just her hands, her feet were also immobilized; all four limbs were tightly bound by something. Her mind suddenly recalled that Marvin Ge had captured her earlier, and she abruptly opened her eyes, which had been slits due to her lingering grogginess. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph~" Shaman felt Marvin Ge's lecherous hand on her perky buttocks and let out a dissatisfied protest. Hearing Shaman's muffled protests, Marvin Ge instead revealed a satisfied and unrestrained lewd grin, and directly slapped her snow-white, round, beautiful buttocks with force! "Slap!" "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!..." Shaman immediately cried out, arching her head back. Due to her rapid breathing, her saliva also began to drip down the edges of the gag. A bright red handprint appeared on her fair, rounded buttocks! Marvin Ge didn't remove his hand. Instead, he used both hands, kneading her high-arched, alluring buttocks as if working dough! "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!... Mmm hmm!!..." Shaman's perfectly elastic and smoothly textured buttocks were something Marvin Ge couldn't get enough of. While kneading, he would occasionally pat them, experiencing the sensation more directly. After playing with them for a while, he finally released his [X] and chuckled, "Damn, what a pair of exquisite buttocks. I'll never tire of playing with them! Especially with these two treasures!" As Marvin Ge spoke, he helped Shaman up, embracing her slender waist with one arm to prevent her from escaping or falling, while his other hand began to knead the cherry-like [X] on Shaman. "It seems our Miss Shaman is still full of energy." "Mmmph mmmph! Mmm... Mmmph... Mmm hmm... Mmmph~" Shaman, tightly bound and gagged, could only let out incredibly seductive moans in Marvin Ge's embrace. Marvin Ge smiled as he caressed Shaman's soft breasts, enjoying the feel. Finally having had his fill of Shaman's breasts, Marvin Ge said to her, "Miss Shaman, I'll remove your gag now. I advise you to behave. If you scream or make a fuss, you might suffer immediately." Shaman nodded. Then, the gag, soaked with her saliva, was removed from her mouth. The moment the gag was taken off, a large amount of saliva gushed out. Her mouth, which had been open all night, struggled to close. "Did Miss Shaman have a comfortable night?" Marvin Ge asked with a sinister grin. As soon as her mouth was free, Shaman immediately swallowed twice, took a breath, and said, "Mr. Ma's methods are truly sharp. I wonder how those girls who came here before endured it?" Marvin Ge laughed heartily, "Those girls? I've forgotten them. Because compared to you, they were all common prostitutes. The only one who could compare to Miss Shaman was that little girl named Liang Ting, but unfortunately, I didn't get to play with her." As Marvin Ge spoke, he reached out and grasped Shaman's [X], kneading it. Shaman's magnificent [X] truly made him unable to stop. "Mmm~ To be remembered by Mr. Ma, mmm ah~ It seems this Liang Ting is indeed beautiful, but did Mr. Ma sell her directly? Mmm~" Hearing Marvin Ge mention Liang Ting, Shaman's eyes lit up, and she asked casually. "Ah!?... Ah..." Shaman suddenly writhed and moaned. Marvin Ge had suddenly squeezed her towering [X] and was increasing the pressure. "Mmm... Ah... Ah..." Shaman's moans grew louder. Teased by Marvin Ge, she became exquisitely alluring, her eyes half-closed as she twisted her soft body. "Miss Shaman doesn't seem worried about her situation," Marvin Ge said meaningfully. It wasn't the first time a female police officer had gone undercover, and they all ended up being dealt with by Brother Wei. Moreover, Marvin Ge had no intention of letting Shaman go. Shaman continued to speak with a seductive smile, "No matter what, I've been caught by you. As Mr. Ma said last night, you won't sell me, but plan to make me your personal slave. I can't resist now, so you can do whatever you want with me~ By the way, what do you plan to do with me? I'm looking forward to it~" She exuded an irresistible allure, which inevitably affected Marvin Ge. His [X] swelled again, and the pressure from his hand increased significantly. "Mmm ah~ Ah~ Don't... Don't... Ah~ So... Ah~ Hard~" Shaman couldn't help but let out seductive moans. "Don't worry, Miss Shaman, I just want to play some fun little games with you." "So it's just a game? But if you want to play games with me, I need to take a bath first. I'm all dirty from last night, and it wouldn't be comfortable for you to play with me, right? Once I'm clean, you can do whatever you want, okay?" Shaman said, giving Marvin Ge a seductive wink. "Alright, a bath. I'll go with you." As he spoke, Marvin Ge placed an eye mask over her beautiful eyes and, scooping Shaman up by the waist, walked out. "Wait, how can I wash if you don't untie me?!" Shaman cried out urgently. "Who says you can't wash while bound? Don't worry, I'll get you squeaky clean." Why did Marvin Ge put an eye mask on Shaman? Because the bathroom wasn't in the room, but in another one. Although Marvin Ge didn't think Shaman could escape, the previous incident with Liang Ting had taught him a harsh lesson. Coupled with Shaman's claim of being a special forces officer and her proven ability to escape restraints in the room earlier, Marvin Ge worried Shaman might memorize the room layout and escape. Marvin Ge thought this as he carried Shaman towards the bathroom, his free hand restlessly kneading her magnificent breasts while the other hand stroked her long, slender legs.

Shaman was about to get up and deliver a few more kicks to knock Marvin Ge unconscious. With her own footwork, subduing Marvin Ge, who was already dazed from the fall, would be a piece of cake. Or rather, a piece of foot. As Shaman prepared to rise and execute her grand plan, she found Marvin Ge lying still on the ground. Shaman quickly got out of bed and onto the floor. At this moment, Shaman was only wearing a black silk robe, revealing a black lace-trimmed lingerie set underneath, accentuating her alluring curves. Her slender legs were clad in black garter stockings. Eager to finish Marvin Ge quickly, she hadn't bothered to put on shoes, her bare feet in black stockings directly touching the carpet as she walked towards him. However, Shaman discovered that Marvin Ge might have hit his head when he fell, rendering him unconscious. But even so, Marvin Ge's crotch remained rigidly erect. Shaman looked at Marvin Ge's towering erection and, recalling their previous encounter, her face flushed slightly. "This guy's got some serious equipment," she muttered, annoyed. With that, she used her black-stocking-clad foot to kick him there. The area, which had just calmed down, was stimulated by the kick and twitched again. With the twitch, a stream of white fluid shot out, directly onto Shaman's black-stockinged foot. "Seriously, he can still cum even when he's unconscious," Shaman said, looking at the white liquid on her foot with disdain. Although the sticky sensation was uncomfortable, Shaman couldn't afford to worry about it now. "But this also proves my charm is immense. I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, but I won this round. I had a lot of fun, and I'll contact you again if there's a next time." With that, Shaman chuckled and lightly kicked Marvin Ge's manhood again with her black-stockinged foot. Then, disregarding the mess on the floor, Shaman walked towards the door, her stockinged feet treading on the ground. It wasn't that Shaman didn't want to wear shoes. It was just that the room only contained a pair of sexy, delicate high heels. While they were beautiful, they would be of no help in her escape, being bound as she was. In fact, they would hinder her. So, she had to abandon cleanliness and step directly onto the floor. The result was that by the time Shaman reached the door, the soles of her already soiled black stockings were also covered in a layer of dust. "Even though my current appearance isn't suitable for public spaces, it's better than losing my freedom. Go, Shaman, you're almost there!" Standing at the door, surveying her sexy attire, Shaman took a deep breath to encourage herself. Then, she turned around and tried to open the doorknob with her bound hands. After several attempts, she succeeded. But just as Shaman opened the door and her black-stockinged feet stepped across the threshold, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind. "?! Help... ! Ah~ ! Mmph! Mmph mmph mmph!" Shaman cried out in surprise, instinctively trying to call for help and her slender, black-stockinged legs flailing in struggle. But the person behind her suddenly grabbed her right breast with their left hand. As she cried out in pain, their right hand picked up a large wad of stockings and covered Shaman's mouth and nose. Shaman's heart pounded with panic, but the attack on her vital points caused some of her accumulated breath to escape. With her mouth and nose covered by the large wad of stockings, her breathing became significantly more difficult. In this dire situation, Shaman's mind raced, searching for a way to escape. Just as Shaman prepared to kick out at the person behind her, they suddenly grabbed her right breast again with their left hand. Shaman, caught off guard, lost more of her breath. Unprepared for the person behind her to grip her chest with their left hand and begin to knead it, Shaman almost passed out from the sensation. She twisted left and right, but couldn't break free from the person's octopus-like grip, only managing to let out pained moans. As Shaman moaned and opened her mouth, the person behind her, holding the large wad of stockings with their right hand, forcefully shoved it into her mouth. They pushed it deep into Shaman's mouth and simultaneously covered her nose. Shaman's cries and moans turned into muffled whimpers, and her breathing became even more difficult. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!" Shaman struggled as the person dragged her back into the room. She could only watch helplessly as the room door closed again, her cries of distress muffled. If viewed from an external surveillance camera, the room door would have opened, a slender, black-stockinged leg would have emerged, flailed for a moment, then retreated back into the room. The door would then suddenly close again. It would look strange, but no one saw it, and therefore, no one could respond to Shaman's pleas for help. As she was dragged further away from the door, Shaman's anxiety grew. The wad in her mouth and the constant kneading of her [X] caused her already limited stamina to drain rapidly. Her upper body was tightly bound, and her only free limbs, her black-stockinged legs, could only kick backward. But these weak kicks, instead of conveying resistance, seemed more like flirtation. Furthermore, as Shaman struggled, her sensual body inevitably made contact and friction with Marvin Ge behind her, which only further aroused him. Shaman could clearly feel something hard pressing against her buttocks. If she were dragged back to the bed, the consequences were self-evident. Shaman felt helpless. She couldn't understand why Marvin Ge had such strong desires, especially after ejaculating twice. Could he already be hard again? Was it her overwhelming charm? Seeing that she was about to be dragged back to the bed, Shaman refused to let Marvin Ge have his way. Seizing an opportunity when Marvin Ge was not paying attention, Shaman immediately exerted force with her feet, pushing with all her might directly into Marvin Ge's chest. The impact made Marvin Ge grunt, unable to withstand the blow. He loosened his grip and fell to the ground, likely unable to recover for at least a minute or two. "That's what you get for messing with me!" Shaman thought. Because her mouth was still stuffed with stockings, and Marvin Ge had shoved them in with considerable force, her mouth was quite full. She couldn't spit them out immediately. The few actions she had just taken, though simple to describe, had consumed a great deal of Shaman's energy. After "hitting his lungs," she took a few deep breaths. She knew that with her hands bound and her mouth gagged, she was completely defenseless. She had to get out of this room before making any further plans. Although her current attire was likely to attract unwanted attention, and she had only briefly glimpsed that the hallway was mostly empty, there was still hope of escaping. For now, she could only take it one step at a time. However, if she wanted to escape, she first needed to deal with the stockings in her mouth. Otherwise, even if she escaped, she wouldn't be able to call for help or explain herself, making her vulnerable to being taken advantage of and thrown into another crisis. Although the push had freed Shaman from Marvin Ge, it had also left her dizzy and disoriented. The stockings in her mouth had been stuffed in quite tightly, and while they weren't constricted from the outside, her tongue was pressed beneath them. The stockings, having absorbed saliva, were also starting to swell, making it impossible to spit them out for the time being. Furthermore, Shaman's stamina was severely depleted, and she could only gasp for air through her nose, feeling a tightness in her chest. This caused her to neglect her surroundings, focusing solely on hopping out of the room to find a new escape route. However, this momentary lapse in attention led Shaman into an even greater predicament. She had overlooked Marvin Ge, who was quietly crawling up and approaching her. At this moment, Shaman's hands were not only securely bound, but her mouth was also stuffed full of stockings by Marvin Ge. After stuffing them in, he had pressed them firmly into Shaman's mouth with his palm, truly sealing it shut. The saliva-soaked stockings had begun to expand in Shaman's mouth. Shaman desperately tried to push them out with her tongue, but because her tongue was trapped beneath the stockings, she was unable to spit them out! Was this it? She refused to give up! Fortunately, although the stockings were stuffed tightly, her mouth was not constricted from the outside. Shaman quickly moved to the door, turned her head, and vigorously rubbed it against the doorknob, while continuing to exert force with her mouth. After a few rubs, the stockings in her mouth began to loosen. Seizing this opportunity, Shaman rubbed a few more times with force. Combined with the effort of her tongue, she finally managed to push the detestable wad of stockings out of her mouth!

The room was plunged into darkness, every light extinguished, save for a faint glow emanating from the inner bedroom. The curtains were drawn tight, concealing the intimate spectacle within from any prying eyes outside. Upon the opulent European-style bed lay a woman of breathtaking beauty. She was completely unclothed, save for a pair of exquisitely sheer, high-end black stockings that hugged her long, shapely legs, reaching up to her thighs. Delicate black lace garter straps were fastened around her waist, gently holding the stockings in place, ensuring they clung to her skin without slipping. Though devoid of clothing, she was adorned with other, more potent accoutrements. Her eyes were blinded by a pair of black pantyhose, over which a finely crafted black blindfold was secured, rendering her completely sightless. Her mouth was filled with a high-quality, red silicone gag, perforated and perfectly sized to occupy her mouth, preventing her from closing it completely. A tube extended from the center of the gag, leading to a vacuum bottle by the bedside, which continuously pumped an aphrodisiac and lactagogue into her. Behind her parted, sensual lips, three small holes in the gag were visible. Faint silver threads of saliva traced the corners of her mouth, and the surrounding marks, along with a large wet patch on the pink bedsheet, silently testified to her recent experiences. Her freedom was entirely curtailed. A white leather collar encircled her delicate neck, to which a thin chain was attached, tethering her to a European-style pillar at the head of the bed. The chain's length restricted her movement, keeping her confined to the bed. Her hands were bound behind her back, wrists and upper arms secured by manacles. These restraints appeared custom-made, with the chain connecting the upper arm cuffs set at an ideal distance, while the inner lining of soft leather ensured a firm grip without causing undue discomfort, allowing for prolonged wear. The wrist cuffs, also lined with leather, were joined without a chain, forcing her arms into a rigid, extended position, rendering escape impossible. Her figure was flawless, exquisitely sculpted with not an ounce of excess. Her torso was tightly bound in a striking red rope, expertly fashioned in a Shibari style. The meticulously arranged red cords formed a lattice of diamonds and triangles across her upper body. A nipple clamp was affixed to the base of her [X], and the constricting rope across her chest accentuated her already magnificent [X]. A short red rope extended from the netting on her lower back, connecting to her wrist restraints, forcing her hands flush against her waist, immobile. The ropes encircling her [X] were deliberately tightened, digging deeply into her intimate flesh. Her long, black-stockinged legs were pressed tightly together, bound by several red ropes at the thighs, just above and below the knees, and at the ankles, forming four distinct loops. These loops were further reinforced with horizontal ropes, and connected to each other by additional cords. Finally, these were all drawn upwards and secured to the red rope network on her upper back. This intricate binding ensured that even with her constant struggles, the smooth black stockings offered no purchase, and the ropes remained steadfast, effectively immobilizing her legs. More potent than the ropes and manacles, however, were the various devices adorning her body, eliciting both discomfort and pleasure. Two powerful breast pumps were attached to her full, high breasts, while her [X] were notably large. Alas, her rounded, ample [X] were encased by vacuum pumps, engorged and purplish. Within these, syringe-sized suction devices relentlessly drew at her [X], coaxing droplets of milk to well up and collect in the glass chambers. These were connected to larger glass receptacles, where the milk accumulated. Adding to her distress, two rubber rods were attached to the nipple clamps, sandwiching her ample breasts between them, forcing them into an even more pronounced, erect posture.

"Slower..." she chuckled at the screen, her voice laced with childish petulance. Yet, she reached out and pulled the progress bar back, replaying the struggle. This time, she watched with meticulous detail, not missing the slight flush on Shaman's earlobes from holding her breath, a few stray hairs disturbed by the ribbon, or even the fleeting crease where the lace caught the satin. The computer screen beside the sofa glowed, Shaman's profile resting quietly in the background. The Shaman in the photo, clad in a police uniform, had a sharp gaze, a stark contrast to the seductive persona in the video. The girl glanced at the computer, then let out a scoff. She tapped Shaman's chest on the phone screen with force, "A uniform is a waste... you're far more captivating like this." With that, she placed the phone back on the fruit plate, leaning back into the sofa. She shifted her legs, her gaze still glued to the screen. The struggle in the video continued, and her fingertips picked up another grape. This time, however, as her eyes swept over the fruit, all they reflected was the soft, rising and falling flesh encased in satin. She then began to meticulously browse Shaman's profile on the computer. The cold light of the computer screen washed over the girl's silver hair, casting dappled shadows on the profile page beneath her fingertips. Lily's fabricated details of Shaman's interactions with Xiao Ma Guo'er and the Li Mei sisters spread across the page like ink dropped in water, each stroke meticulously crafted for authenticity. Her first encounter with Xiao Ma Guo'er was described as a game of cat and mouse, filled with tentative probes. The file stated that when Shaman first approached Guo'er under the alias "Shaman," the lingering rope marks on her wrists became the breakthrough. Guo'er's childish eyes lit up as Shaman, feigning an excuse of "police restraint training," was caught off guard by Guo'er's playful tickling. When Guo'er whispered, "I play S&M with fellow enthusiasts," Shaman deliberately raised an eyebrow to tease her, but a flicker of undisguised delight crossed her eyes when Guo'er pulled cotton rope from a drawer. The first binding session in Guo'er's rented room was meticulously documented in the accompanying photos. Shaman wore a white sleeveless t-shirt and black hot pants, her deep V-neckline made even more striking by the crisscrossed rope binding her arms behind her. Xiao Ma's technique was as precise as a professional rope artist, the knots hidden in the shadows where the ropes crossed at her back. It took Shaman two minutes to maneuver the knots within reach of her fingertips. Guo'er clapped and laughed from the side. As Shaman broke free from the ropes in the footage, the hem of her t-shirt was pulled askew, revealing the red marks on her waist. Later, when they played a Western-style straight arm bind, Shaman deliberately tensed her muscles as Xiao Ma bound her arms, deepening the rope marks. Guo'er knelt in front of her, tying an M-shaped spread-eagle bind. When her fingertips brushed against the inside of Shaman's knee, Shaman's eyelashes trembled in the photo, but a provocative smile played on her lips. Her interactions with the Li Mei sisters were depicted as an escalating contest. The file included a blurry surveillance video of Shaman being bound to a carved bedpost by Li Mei with red silk. Li Mei, dressed in scant clothing, held the end of the red silk, weaving it across Shaman's chest in a diamond pattern, the top knot tied at the nape of her neck, rising and falling subtly with each breath. Li Wen teased, "Is the special forces officer ticklish too?" The camera then captured Shaman's body tensing as a feather brushed her waist, the red silk tightening, and sweat beading under the blindfold, trickling down her neck into the silk. Even more astonishing was the record of "suitcase confinement." The photo showed Shaman in only a red lingerie set, secured within a small suitcase by a dozen leather straps: her wrists bound behind her and locked, her calves strapped to the bottom of the case, and her neck held back slightly by straps at the top. Li Mei documented, "Shaman attempted to pick the lock with a wire, freeing her wrists in ten minutes, but lost her balance and dropped the wire. In thirty minutes, she only managed to loosen two leg straps." In the accompanying text, Li Mei wrote with amusement, "As she curled up in the suitcase, gasping for air, the red marks left by the straps on her chest were like a brand of 'tamed' on this special forces body." The girl's fingertips traced these records, and she suddenly let out a soft laugh, her silver hair falling across the screen. "The special forces sister's hobbies are far more honest than what's written in the files." She clicked on a photo of Shaman bound in a 'chariot' position by Li Mei's leather straps. In the photo, Shaman's leather outfit was distorted by the knots, and Li Mei was blindfolding her. "Rubbed by Guo'er's cotton rope, constricted by Li Mei's red silk," the girl licked her lower lip, her purple eyes glinting with interest, "Next, it's time to try my velvet ribbons."

A low, buzzing sound suddenly erupted, and the small pink oval instantly activated. The fine vibrations transmitted through the stockings to the soles of their feet, more dense and insidious than a feather's tickle, like countless tiny insects crawling on the sensitive nerves of their soles. Liang Ting's originally cool expression instantly collapsed, her cheeks flushing, her eyelashes trembling violently. The calves encased in goose-white seamed stockings tensed, and even her wrists, bound behind her back, began to strain, her knuckles turning white. Qin Lu's reaction was even more dramatic. She suddenly arched her back, her ample D-cup breasts swaying violently under the ropes before crashing back onto the bench with a dull thud. The muffled giggles from the gag grew louder, a trembling sound laced with tears escaping through the fabric. Her plump buttocks quivered uncontrollably, and the bow at her ankle was askew, the tiny bell tinkling crisply, intertwining with the buzzing. But Su Ya clearly had no intention of stopping. She picked up a feather again, holding the tip between her fingers, and slowly traced the inner thigh of Qin Lu's leg, encased in black seamed stockings. The skin there was already sensitive, and with a gentle sweep of the feather, Qin Lu's body tensed instantly, her muffled giggles rising sharply. Su Ya smiled with increasing smugness, her feather's movement slowing, gliding down past the soft skin behind her knees, then towards the base of her thighs, each touch deliberately provocative. She didn't neglect Liang Ting either. The feather lightly brushed the edge of Liang Ting's goose-white teddy, sliding down along the gaps in the lace pattern, occasionally using the quill to gently scrape her soft waist. Liang Ting's breathing grew more rapid, a blush spreading from her cheeks to her neck. Her lips beneath the white cloth moved softly, and faint "mmms" escaped her throat, her body occasionally trembling as if electrocuted. The strange, tingling sensation intertwined with the pleasure of the vibrations, spreading from the soles of her feet to her entire body. A foreign heat began to rise beneath her. The sounds of her own moans and those of the others echoed in her ears. Liang Ting could clearly feel her white lingerie sticking to her skin, damp with sweat. The red plum embroidery swayed gently with her breathing, shame and a peculiar craving intertwining and fermenting in her heart. Qin Lu's entire body burned, and images of Su Ya massaging her breasts earlier flashed uncontrollably in her mind. The warm sensation of the lactation stimulant seemed to return, making her limbs go soft. She bit down hard on the gag, tears welling up uncontrollably, mixing with the blush on her face, like a red rose drenched in a downpour. Just then, Su Ya's feather suddenly swept across Liang Ting's most sensitive area. "Mmm!" Liang Ting's body jolted violently, as if struck by an electric current. The moisture in her eyes instantly condensed into tears, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the white lingerie on her chest, creating a small wet patch. Her heart sank abruptly. Just as she was about to struggle, she saw Su Ya suddenly stand up, feather in hand, and walk towards the monitoring screen. She tapped the screen with her fingertip, a knowing smile curving her lips. "Oh, our Shaman sister, it seems she's already at the door~" As soon as she spoke, Ye Shi's cool voice came: "Brother Wei's car has arrived." Su Ya immediately leaned closer to the monitoring screen, her silver-white hair falling over her shoulders, her purple eyes sparkling with excitement. On the screen, a black car roared to a stop at the base entrance, its tires screeching against the ground, exuding a bold presence. The car door opened, and Brother Wei, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stepped out, directing two men in black to carry a huge gift box from the trunk. The box was wrapped in dark red velvet, adorned with tiny rhinestones that glittered luxuriously and enticingly under the lights. It was indeed the one containing Shaman. "Wonderful! Sister Ye Shi, let's go pick up Sister Shaman~ Let her taste this feather's flavor too!" Su Ya's eyes lit up, and she immediately straightened up, her silver-white hair swaying in a graceful arc with her movement. She casually tossed the feather onto the table and turned to walk out the door, then suddenly remembered something and turned back, looking at Qin Lu and Liang Ting on the bench with a sly smile. "The main guest is here, so I won't play with you anymore. I'll add a little more fun for you next. Enjoy yourselves, ladies!" She quickly moved a round stool, and Ye Shi, already in tacit understanding, stepped forward and took a rod with hemispheres on both ends from the prop rack – it was gleaming silver all over, its ends smooth and rounded, the very instrument that had caused the two women so much torment before. Ye Shi's fingertips deftly secured the object in the center of the stool, adjusting its height. Her ice-blue eyes remained placid, as if she were merely placing an ordinary item. "Mmm..." Qin Lu and Liang Ting looked at the familiar hemispherical tips, despair instantly flooding their eyes, and a sigh escaped their hearts. The silicone gag in Qin Lu's mouth emitted rapid "woo-woo" sounds, and her plump buttocks writhed desperately, only serving to make the diamond-shaped rope pattern on her chest more prominent. Liang Ting's cheeks also flushed, her lips beneath the white cloth moving softly, her body instinctively tensing, even her wrists bound behind her back straining. Before they could react, Ye Shi had already pushed the stool to the middle of the bench, while Su Ya reached out to adjust their positions, fitting the stool precisely beneath them. As the hemispherical tips pressed against Qin Lu's and Liang Ting's private parts respectively, both women's bodies stiffened simultaneously, their breaths catching. "Mmm!" Two delicate moans sounded almost at the same time in the room, laced with an uncontrollable tremor. Su Ya, with a wicked grin, pressed a side gear, and the rod immediately began to vibrate slowly. The sensation of the hemispherical tips transmitted through their thin clothing, bringing a dense and intense stimulation. Heart-pounding moans then echoed continuously in the room. Qin Lu's whimpers grew louder, tears streaming uncontrollably; Liang Ting could no longer maintain her previous coolness, faint "mmms" escaping her throat, the blush on her cheeks spreading to her neck.