The fairy who governed the human realm, in a self-binding escapade gone awry, lost all her magical powers. Attempting

In the celestial realm, within the Cloud Mist Palace. This place serves as the nexus between the mortal and immortal realms. Swathed in swirling mists and imbued with ethereal energy, the palace is built upon a foundation of white jade with glazed tiles adorning its roof. Delicate jade bells hang from the eaves, their clear chimes carried by the wind, capable of cleansing the spirit. Ordinary celestial maidens cultivating here would find their minds serene and pure. Yet, the mistress of this domain—the Frost Profound Immortal, who governs the mortal realm and is revered by countless humans—finds her emotions utterly at odds with this sacred environment. She stands motionless in the Mirror Hall, deep within her private chambers. Enormous water mirrors surrounding her faithfully reflect her image. The first thing that catches the eye is her signature attire, a symbol of purity and nobility. Her hair, as dark and flowing as ink clouds, is left largely unadorned, held back loosely by a simple white jade hairpin. The rest cascades like a waterfall to her waist, accentuating her slender neck and luminous skin. A thin veil of white gauze drapes across her face, obscuring most of her features, revealing only a pair of clear, piercing eyes. Within their depths, a thousand years of unmelting ice seems to reside, or perhaps the flow of distant stars, profound and awe-inspiring, daring no one to meet their gaze directly. These eyes are the most celebrated aspect of her sacred visage in mortal depictions, radiating an inviolable majesty and an unapproachable distance. She is clad in a flowing immortal gown with wide sleeves. The fabric is neither silk nor satin, but woven from the very clouds and mists of the celestial realm. Its pristine white hue, with a hem that trails the ground, layers like clouds. As she moves, a subtle shimmer seems to ripple through the fabric, lending her an otherworldly grace. Over this, she wears a translucent robe of the same color, its hem embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in silver thread, symbolizing her dominion over rain and clouds and her role as protector of the mortal realm. Her feet are encased in knee-high cloud boots. The boots are soft, conforming to the elegant lines of her slender calves. The edges of the boot shafts are traced with delicate silver threads forming auspicious cloud motifs, extending up to her knees. Beneath the cloud boots, she wears a pair of flawless white, knee-high stockings. The stockings cling snugly to her shapely thighs, their fine material perfectly covering her leg skin, leaving only the tantalizing "absolute territory" of pure, untouched skin. This is how the mortals perceive the Frost Profound Immortal: virtuous, infinitely powerful, and unassailably divine. Every appearance she makes inspires awe and devout faith in the hearts of all humanity, for the power of mortal faith is the very source of her strength. However, before the water mirrors, a subtle, fervent, and hidden tremor stirs within the depths of the immortal’s cool gaze, a stark contrast to her sacred image. Her eyes slowly sweep over her own form, encased in the opulent robes, as reflected in the mirror. Though the immortal gown is loose, in certain angles and under specific lighting, it still subtly outlines a figure of such exquisite beauty that it could eclipse the heavens and earth. Her stature is tall, her proportions perfect. Though her chest is not overwhelmingly full, it boasts a gracefully curved swell, like a budding jade lotus, creating a pleasing contour beneath the layers of white fabric. It is neither ostentatious nor easily overlooked, possessing a subtle abundance. Her waist is impossibly slender, cinched by a soft satin sash of the same color, making it appear as if it could snap with the slightest pressure, evoking a sense of delicate fragility. Yet, her innate celestial aura prevents any thought of impertinent familiarity. Her gaze drifts lower, to the curve of her hips, which, though partially concealed by the gown, are surprisingly rounded and high, like exquisitely carved jade. With every movement, whether walking or sitting, they create a breathtakingly full arc beneath the flowing fabric, infusing her otherwise ethereal form with a subtle, voluptuous allure. Below the hem of her gown, the knee-high cloud boots and pristine stockings clearly delineate the long, straight lines of her legs. Her thighs are full and supple, her calves slender and elegantly shaped, culminating in the unique design of the cloud boots that fully encloses them. The Frost Profound Immortal’s fingertips lightly brush across her veiled cheek. In the mirror, a deep, dark flame seems to flicker within the depths of her cool eyes. No one knows that this revered immortal, who appears to be devoid of all earthly desires, harbors a deeply shameful secret preference, one that can never be revealed to the outside world: she is obsessed with the sensation of being tightly bound. She craves the feeling of losing all freedom, of surrendering herself completely to ropes and restraints, experiencing a thrilling, ecstatic loss of control. Normally, she suppresses this hidden desire with her immense willpower and formidable magic. But today, she has decided to indulge herself. Not only will she bind herself tightly with the "Immortal Binding Rope" from the demon realm, but she will also adorn her most sensitive areas with small magical artifacts, which she personally crafted and imbued with celestial power, designed to continuously "stimulate" and "play" with her. She takes a deep breath, the rich celestial energy filling her lungs, yet it fails to quell the restless agitation within her heart, a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and a hint of fear. Though this act defies the celestial path and carries certain risks, the Frost Profound Immortal is confident that even if bound completely, she can break free with her abundant and potent magical power. If this Immortal Binding Rope were to ensnare an ordinary celestial maiden, it would render her utterly helpless. But for someone like herself, ranked among the top three on the celestial roster and governing the entirety of the human race, it is nothing. She possesses absolute confidence that even if bound from head to toe, unable to move, she can still break free from the restraints using her own magical prowess! “Let us begin…” she murmurs to her reflection, her voice audible only to herself. Her tone remains cool, yet carries a barely perceptible tremor. She slowly raises her hand, celestial energy flowing through her fingertips. First, she directs it towards the knee-high cloud boots at her feet. Disengaging the hidden runes on the side of the boot, she gently removes her right boot. A jade foot, snugly encased in a white stocking, is revealed. The foot is slender and delicate, the ankle slim. The tip of the stocking is slightly taut, subtly outlining the shape of five small toes, a purity tinged with silent allure.

The silk stocking felt exquisitely fine, filling her mouth with a strange yet profound sensation. She could taste a faint saltiness – the scent of her own feet. This self-profaned shame made her legs tremble, almost unable to stand. She had to brace herself with one hand against the cool surface of the water mirror. The mirror was cold, a stark contrast to her burning palm. "Mmm... mmmph..." She tried to vocalize, but only a muffled whimper escaped her nostrils. The foreign object in her mouth felt incredibly real. Saliva quickly soaked the stocking wad, and the damp, hot sensation only heightened her arousal. In the water mirror, the breathtaking fairy's mouth was stuffed with her own white stocking. Her cheeks bulged slightly from the fullness, her eyes shimmering with moisture. If any mortal were to witness this sight, it would shatter their millennia-old beliefs. But this was just the beginning. Frost Xuan Fairy steadied herself and approached the floating magical artifacts. Her gaze locked onto an item emitting a faint pink glow – a gag, but not a simple ball-shaped one like those found in the mortal realm. This was the "Seven Emotions, Six Desires Gag," crafted by her, combining celestial artifact refinement techniques with forbidden lust arts secretly learned from the demon realm. At its core was a crystal that slowly released aphrodisiacs. The outer layer was made of soft yet resilient celestial gel, shaped to fit perfectly down the throat. Its surface was covered in fine protrusions, designed to provide continuous stimulation within the mouth. One end of the gag was connected to an exquisite leather strap and buckle, meant to be securely fastened behind the head. Frost Xuan Fairy’s trembling hands reached for the artifact. The aphrodisiac gag felt warm in her grasp, pulsing as if alive. She took a deep breath – a difficult and labored action with her mouth stuffed. "Haaah..." A silken thread trailed from the stocking wad. Ignoring the corner of her mouth, she eagerly brought the aphrodisiac gag to her lips. The gag was slightly larger than she had anticipated. As the warm, gelatinous object pressed against her lips, she hesitated for a moment – not about continuing, but about whether to give herself one last chance to back out. But the intense craving surging from the depths of her body overwhelmed everything. She parted her lips and slowly pushed the gag into her mouth. "Mmm...!" As the tip entered, the fine protrusions on its surface began to caress her tongue and palate, sending waves of tingling stimulation. She continued to push, the gag gradually filling her entire mouth until the back end rested against her lips, and the front began to slide towards the back of her throat. The feeling of being completely filled made her dizzy. She could feel the gag slowly expanding, perfectly conforming to every inch of her oral cavity. The protrusions pressed precisely against the most sensitive areas within her mouth. Even more potent was the aphrodisiac crystal at the gag's core beginning to work – a warm liquid seeped from the crystal, mixing with her saliva, which she instinctively swallowed. "Mmm... mmm..." She fastened the strap behind her head, securing the gag firmly. Now, even her whimpers were suppressed into deeper, more muffled nasal sounds. The aphrodisiac's effects quickly manifested. A wave of warmth spread from her stomach, rapidly coursing through her limbs. Her skin flushed a faint pink, her nipples hardened, and the wetness between her legs became a torrent, even feeling nectar trickling down her inner thighs. Frost Xuan Fairy leaned against the mirror, taking a moment to adjust to the state of her body heating up and her consciousness blurring. The aphrodisiac wouldn't steal her reason, but it would amplify her senses tenfold and magnify every pleasure. And this, she thought, was merely her first "appetizer." She forced herself to look away, towards the next artifact – the "Celestial Power Vibrator."

Then came the brutal and meticulous division and binding. Two slightly thinner rope strands were drawn from the base rope, extending vertically upwards, tracing the highest points of her breasts, and converging beneath her collarbones, forming an "A" shape that cinched her chest. But this was only the beginning. More strands joined in, like the most exacting artisans, commencing the precise "sculpting" of this pair of beautiful breasts. One rope was horizontally tightened across the center of her breasts, sinking deeply into the cleavage, clearly separating her left and right breasts and forcing them to spread slightly outwards. Immediately following, another rope horizontally encircled the upper and lower hemispheres of each breast, interlacing with the vertical ropes to form a grid-like restraint. The most agonizing part was the special "attention" given to her nipples. The ropes cleverly bypassed the bases of the nipple clamps, cinching tightly above and below each clamp, not only securing them firmly but also applying additional pressure. The clamps themselves already brought a continuous stinging and tingling sensation, and now, under the compression of the ropes, that feeling of being tightly gripped, as if her very core was being controlled, intensified tenfold. "Mmmph—!!!" Fairy Shuangxuan suddenly threw her head back, her neck stretching taut, a whimper escaping her throat. The restraint on her chest wasn't painful, but a complex sensation blending pressure, confinement, and an intensely heightened, sensitive stimulation. The rough surface of the ropes chafed her tender breast flesh, and with every breath, with every tremor caused by the vibrations of the internal vibrator, the ropes tightened a little more, the friction intensifying. The silver bells on the nipple clamps jingled wildly with her violent reactions, each chime striking her heart like a tiny electric shock, bringing an added wave of tingling pleasure. Before the chest restraint had even allowed Fairy Shuangxuan to catch her breath, the Immortal Binding Rope began its next phase. Two strands emerged from beneath her shoulder blades, wrapping around her shoulders and securing into the rope network on her chest and back to prevent slippage. Then, the ropes spiraled downwards along her smooth upper arms. First, the upper arms. Starting from her shoulders, the ropes coiled tightly, one loop pressed against the next, evenly and forcefully biting into the plump flesh of her upper arms. The fairy's arms were not scrawny but possessed rounded, elegant curves. Now, under the tight binding of the ropes, her muscles were compressed, and her snow-white skin bulged slightly from the gaps between the ropes, creating a form that appeared ravaged yet incredibly alluring. The ropes stopped just a few inches above her elbow creases. Next, the forearms. Beginning below her elbows, the ropes spiraled downwards in a similarly tight fashion, all the way to her wrists. Her forearms were slender, and the ropes dug in deeper, almost seeming to embed themselves into the bone. During the wrapping, the tight restraint made the foreign object sensation within her flower hole even more pronounced, as if each vibration was amplified. Finally, the wrists. The ropes forcefully pulled her wrists behind her back, and over the black leather wrist cuffs she was already wearing, several tight turns were added. Her wrists were bound behind her back, the ropes cleverly threaded through the knots at her waist and the base ropes beneath her chest binding, securing her wrists together tightly, the knots cinched fast. "Mmmph—!" The moment her arms were bound behind her, Fairy Shuangxuan lost the support of her arms and stumbled forward involuntarily. This movement caused the pressure on her chest restraints to surge, deforming her breasts even further and pushing the nipple clamps deeper into her flesh. Simultaneously, the posture of her bound arms forced her chest outwards, her shoulder blades pulled back, and the entire curve of her upper body was accentuated in an extremely shameful and exhibitionistic manner. She tried to struggle, but her arms were firmly fixed behind her, the ropes digging deeply into her flesh, and any exertion brought a searing pain and a tighter sense of restraint. The Immortal Binding Rope was not satisfied. A length of rope snaked around from behind and gently draped itself over Fairy Shuangxuan's long and elegant neck. Around her neck, she already wore the black leather collar embedded with demon-sealing stones. Now, the rope wound tightly several times along the upper and lower edges of the collar, securing it firmly while also applying additional pressure to her neck. The rope tightened and knotted at the nape of her neck. While not to the point of suffocation, the distinct sensation of her throat being gripped, coupled with the collar pressing more tightly against her skin under the rope's pressure, gave her an unprecedented sense of vulnerable control. Her breathing seemed to become somewhat labored, and in conjunction with the gag in her mouth, each inhale was accompanied by a difficult "hissing" sound. The binding of her upper body was, for now, preliminarily complete. Subsequently, the ropes did something that brought Fairy Shuangxuan to the brink of collapse. From the knot at her waist, two thin strands emerged, not extending downwards to bind her legs, but... backwards, downwards, arriving between her rounded, perky buttocks.

When both thighs were bound in a spiral, Fairy Shuangxuan felt her lower body was nailed in place. The thigh restraints connected to the rope net around her waist, forming a complete lower body confinement system: she couldn't take large steps, nor could she bend her knees normally—because every attempt would tug at the ropes all over her body, triggering a chain reaction of stimulation. After the thigh binding was complete, the ropes moved to the knees. This was a joint, requiring special treatment. The Immortal Binding Rope clearly knew its craft—instead of a spiral wrap, it employed a complex "rhombus knee tie." First, a small central knot was tied at the front of the knee. Then, four thin ropes extended from this knot, going upwards, downwards, left, and right. The upward rope connected to the lowest loop of the thigh spiral binding; the downward one prepared to connect to the calf; the left and right ropes wrapped around the sides of the knees, meeting at the popliteal fossa to form a knot hidden behind the knee. But this was not enough. More thin ropes branched from the central knot, interweaving on the surface of the knee to form an exquisite rhombus net. This net was not only aesthetically pleasing but, more importantly, functional—it completely immobilized the kneecap, restricting the bending angle of the knee joint. Fairy Shuangxuan tried to bend her knee and found she could only bend it about thirty degrees. Any further attempt would cause the ropes to dig deeply into the soft flesh of her knee pit, bringing a strong sense of pressure. With both knees secured by the same rhombus knee tie, Fairy Shuangxuan's standing posture was forced to become even more rigid. She had to bend her knees slightly to maintain balance, but this bending angle was precisely limited to the most strenuous position—her thigh and calf muscles had to exert continuous effort to maintain this posture. As the rhombus knee ties firmly secured both knees at a slightly bent, submissive angle, the Immortal Binding Rope unceasingly began binding the calves. Fairy Shuangxuan looked down, watching the black ropes, like living creatures, split into two from the exquisite knot below her knees and precisely coil around her slender yet smoothly contoured calves. The calf binding differed from the thigh's spiral wrap, appearing more dense and severe. The ropes first clung to the softest part below the knee pit, digging in mercilessly, encircling it tightly once as an initial anchor point. This tightening caused her calf muscles, already tense from standing, to contract sharply. The aching sensation mixed with the strange feeling of sudden compression made her involuntarily let out a short, muffled groan from her nose. The ropes gave her no time to adapt, immediately continuing to coil downwards with almost no gaps. This was a near-predatory embrace. The width of the ropes was just right, each loop digging deeply into her calf flesh, leaving no part untouched, from the plump calf muscle at the back to the prominent shinbone at the front. Due to the extreme tightness of the wrap, there were almost no gaps left between the ropes, her snow-white skin completely covered, replaced by segments of tightly bound black rope, forcibly shaping her calves into pillars. She could feel the rough texture of the ropes directly against her skin, a sensation that was not mere pain but a continuous pressure, proclaiming ownership and absolute control. Every subtle "creak" as the ropes tightened felt like another turn of the screw on her taut nerves. As the ropes coiled downwards, her calf's blood circulation was clearly affected, and a slight numbness and tingling sensation began to spread to her extremities. However, this feeling was quickly drowned out by the persistent itch from the cloud boots on her feet and more intense stimulation from other areas. When the ropes reached about two inches above her ankles, the dense calf binding was finally complete. At this moment, her calf binding seamlessly connected with the spiral binding of her thighs above and the rhombus binding of her knees, forming a continuous and oppressive chain of restraint from thigh to calf. Next was the final crucial step—the ankle binding. The Immortal Binding Rope seemed to understand the importance of this area, its movements becoming slower and more ritualistic. Two ropes, originating from the left and right calves, converged above the ankle bones. They didn't simply cross; instead, each wrapped tightly around its respective ankle twice, completely encasing and securing the ankle bones. Then, these two ropes began to interweave—the left rope crossing over the right ankle, the right rope over the left, forming a solid figure-eight cross between the ankles. This cross was not the end but the beginning of more secure binding. Using this figure-eight structure as a base, the ropes began multiple rounds of reinforcement from various angles. Several horizontal wraps locked the position of her ankles together, leaving no space between them; vertically, the ropes cleverly passed over the instep, tightening at the arch of her foot to prevent any possibility of the foot turning or twisting. Finally, all the rope ends were gathered at the back of her ankles and tied into an exceptionally complex knot, infused with forbidden immortal techniques. Once tied, this knot could only be undone by a specific magical key or a force far exceeding that of the binder. The moment the ankle binding was complete, Fairy Shuangxuan's entire body stiffened. It was an unprecedented feeling of complete loss of freedom in her lower limbs. Her ankles were firmly bound together, leaving no gap, making even the slightest separation of her feet to adjust her balance a luxury she couldn't afford. She relied entirely on the forced elevation of her high-heeled boots and the taut muscles of her thighs and calves to maintain her stance. Any slight relaxation or fatigue could cause her to topple forward, unable to adjust her footing. The ankle binding, integrated with the dense calf binding, the knee binding, and the thigh binding, declared that her legs, from the root of her thighs to the tips of her toes, had become an inseparable, uncooperative part of this intricate restraint system. At this moment, Fairy Shuangxuan looked down. As far as her eyes could see, from below her waist, black ropes, like evil vines growing from her skin, had sculpted her long legs into a strictly bound, immobile "work of art" using spiral, net, and cross patterns. The plumpness of her thighs, the vulnerability of her knees, the slenderness of her calves, and the delicacy of her ankles all presented a breathtakingly beautiful, yet imprisoned, curve under the ropes' outline and pressure. And she could only stand here, enduring this heavy restraint that had spread from the soles of her feet to her entire body, a restraint she had actively invited and from which she could now find no escape. The indestructible knot at her ankles was like the final lock on this grand and shameful self-binding ritual. Fairy Shuangxuan's entire network of ropes was finally connected into a complete system. She could clearly feel: starting from the collar around her neck, the ropes extended downwards, forming the chest binding and waist binding; from the waist, they split to form the thigh ropes; from the sides of the waist downwards, they formed the thigh spiral binding, knee binding, and dense calf binding. Simultaneously, branching from the rhombus net on her back, they formed the upper arm spiral binding and dense forearm binding, finally connecting to the wrist cuffs. Every knot was connected to its adjacent knot, and every rope segment echoed with the others. This was a precise, complete, and inescapable restraint system. Now, even if Fairy Shuangxuan wanted to move a finger, it would tug at the ropes all over her body, triggering a chain reaction of pressure and friction. She tried to slightly move her right wrist. Immediately, the wrist cuff tightened, pulling on the arm's spiral binding. The arm ropes then tugged at the rhombus net on her back. The back ropes pulled the chest binding, which pressed on her breasts, causing the nipple clamps to clatter wildly; at the same time, the movement of the back ropes also pulled at the waist net, which in turn pulled down on the thigh spiral binding. The thigh ropes then tugged at the knee binding and calf binding. The ropes all over her body acted like a sophisticated neural network, amplifying, transmitting, and feeding back her every subtle movement. Now, even her breathing caused slight adjustments in the ropes all over her body—as she inhaled, her chest expanded, tightening the chest binding; as she exhaled, her abdomen contracted, causing friction with the abdominal net; with every heartbeat, she could feel the changes in rope tension.

The impact of the fall instantly tightened every binding rope, each strand digging deep into her flesh. The gag in her mouth slammed against her throat, nearly making her gag; the nipple clamps on her breasts jiggled violently with the jolt, their bells clanging madly. The vibrator in her pussy was driven deep into her core by the impact, sending waves of intense stimulation through her. The fuzz on the soles of her feet activated fully the moment she landed, a fierce itch shooting from her soles straight to her brain. She lay limp on the grass, completely bound by the "immortal binding ropes," unable to move. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling her body and illuminating the form utterly consumed by the black cords. The bindings around her neck had tightened to their absolute limit from the fall. The collar pressed flush against her throat, the rope wound around it biting deeply into her skin, almost cutting off her breath. Frost Xuan Fairy gasped for air, each inhale a painful hiss. The fragments of the demon-binding stone on her collar pressed against her carotid artery, and she could clearly feel the weakening sensation as her immortal power was continuously siphoned away. The rope bindings on her chest had shifted during the impact. Three horizontal ropes—beneath the breasts, across the center, and slightly above—bit deeper. The lowest rope was almost slicing into the base of her breasts, lifting them to their extreme limit; the central rope was deeply embedded in her cleavage, clearly separating her breasts; the upper rope pressed tightly just below the peaks of her breasts, overlapping with the base of the nipple clamps. Her breasts bulged high between the rope loops, the rope marks a deep crimson against her snow-white skin. The clamping force of the nipple clamps had automatically intensified to its maximum setting during the impact. The beaks of the white jade phoenixes dug deeply into her swollen nipples, the continuous electric current causing her soft breast flesh to spasm. The rope net around her waist and abdomen was the cruelest part of the entire binding system. The thinnest waist rope was almost strangling her slender waist, the deep indentations forming a shocking ring of depression on her skin. The crisscrossing rope net on her abdomen densely covered her lower belly, each intersection of rope pressing tightly against her skin, creating a subtle friction with her rapid breaths. She could feel the ropes digging deep into her soft abdomen, the pressure making every breath an arduous task. The crotch rope had shifted slightly in its position between her buttocks due to the fall. That thin rope, threaded through her butt crack, now sank deeper into the narrow area between her perineum and her rear. The damp rope clung stickily to her most sensitive parts, and she could clearly feel its presence—every breath, every tremor caused by stimulation, made the crotch rope produce a tiny friction. Even more shamefully, she could feel her own bodily fluids—a mixture of sweat, nectar, and possibly urine—slowly trickling down along the crotch rope, soaking the grass beneath her. The tight bindings on her upper and lower arms had dug deeper during the fall. From shoulder to wrist, the black ropes were wound tightly: on her upper arms, each loop sank deep into her full flesh, the skin between the loops turning slightly purple from the pressure; on her forearms, the loops were wound in parallel, starting three inches below her elbow and extending to her wrist, the ropes densely encasing her slender forearms and digging deeply into her skin. Her hands were bound behind her back, the wrist bindings securing her wrists together tightly, the knot locked, her fingertips cold and numb from poor circulation. The spiral bindings on her thighs formed the base of her lower body restraints. Starting from her upper thighs, her legs were wound fifteen times in a spiral, extending diagonally downwards at a forty-five-degree angle to three inches above her knees. Each rope sank deep into her flesh, her soft thigh meat spilling out from the sides of the rope loops, forming alluring bulges. The ropes at her knees completely immobilized her kneecaps, restricting the angle of her knee joint's flexion. The tight bindings on her calves began below her knees, using a parallel wrapping method, the ropes tightly packed, completely encasing her slender calves. At her ankles, ten ankle bindings secured her feet together tightly, the ropes digging deeply into her bones, causing a constant dull ache. Frost Xuan Fairy lay on the grass, her entire body tightly bound by black ropes, like a meticulously restrained offering. Sunlight dappled her skin, illuminating the deep crimson marks left by the ropes and the rope segments that glistened with her bodily fluids. She could hear sounds in the distance—voices, footsteps, and… the rumble of wheels. Fear seized her instantly. If someone saw her… if someone saw her like this… Frost Xuan Fairy struggled to rise, but the bindings all over her body made it impossible to even roll over. She could only writhe on the ground, trying to roll into the nearby bushes to hide. This movement triggered a chain reaction throughout her entire binding system.